14 years ago I posted a couple of stories from my first sexual experience, which…
I want to tell you about my first sexual encounter with a man. He was a total stranger and that’s probably why it was so amazing. You should also know I am happily married with 3 grown children, so I’ve certainly waited a long time before acting on my fantasies. The experience was everything I had fantasized it would be and I remember every detail like it was yesterday. Here is the full story–
On a whim I decided to stop in at the local coffeehouse. I had been driving by the place for years and figured it was time to finally try their coffee and support a local business too. As I walked inside I saw a handful of people relaxing inside. Some were talking and others were on their phones or laptops. After I ordered I looked around and noticed a guy sitting by himself near the window. He was on his MacBook and his legs were spread wide. Maybe it was how the sun hit his lap but I immediately noticed the large bulge in his crotch. He clearly had a thick and rather long cock.
I’m happily married and have never even been with another man so I don’t normally go around checking guy’s crotches out. But this guy’s jeans were so tight and stretchy that they hugged every inch of that bulge. His jeans showed off his cock perfectly and they had certainly gotten my attention.
As I get older I’ve started to fantasize about performing oral sex on a total stranger. Making him cum would be such a turn on. I fantasize about it all the time now. Specifically, I think about licking and sucking a man’s balls then sucking his cock until he comes and swallowing his load. Yes, swallowing his load is probably the most important part. This was the kind of guy I fantasized about doing that with.
After I got my coffee I chose a table directly across from him making sure it afforded me a clear view of his crotch. As I drank my coffee, (pretty good by the way) and checked my phone I kept looking back at his cock. I even started fantasizing about it. Like what would it look like completely hard? Or how long would it be when fully erect? You know, those kinds of things. Occasionally I would look around to see if anyone had noticed my staring but no one seemed to. Then my eyes would go straight back to his crotch. He hadn’t looked up yet but he eventually would and see me staring directly at his cock.
Even though his cock was flaccid it still had to be 5″ long and it was thick. That was some serious man meat. I guessed it would be at least 8″ fully hard.
Even through his pants it was clear he was uncut, thick and veiny. He was a good size man, over 6′ and around 250. Probably in his forties I’m guessing. He had a full beard and was fairly hairy…nice. He was no hardbody by any means but judging by his chest and arms he probably worked out. I started thinking about how it would feel to run my hands all over his body. I would also love to feel and squeeze his biceps while he was flexing them. His strength advantage over me would would make me feel so weak and submissive.
Sure enough, after one too many long glances I looked up and saw him looking right at me. Our eyes met and he knew exactly what I was doing. I had been caught and I glanced away nervously. When I looked back he nodded at me to come and sit at his table. Oh my god, he wants me to come over? What would I say? Well it took everything in me to actually get up and walk over to him. When I sat down he said, “I noticed you’ve been staring at my cock.” “Was I that obvious?”, I sheepishly replied. “I’m sorry, I don’t normally do that but I must say that you are very ummm… well endowed.” I couldn’t believe I was saying this.
“And what were you thinking about while you were staring at it?” he said. “Well…honestly? I was wondering what it looked like when it was hard.” “Is that so?” he said. “Yes, I’m a happily married man but you’re making me think about doing things I’ve never done before.” Then he said, “Tell me specifically what you were thinking about”. “Well… I was wishing I could worship your manhood”, I said quietly. “Do you mean by that worship my cock and balls? Don’t be afraid to say exactly what you mean.” “Well I was kind of embarrassed but yes to completely worship your cock and balls.”
He thought for a while then said, “If I allowed you the privilege of servicing me you will have to follow my instructions exactly as I give them, is that understood?” “Yes”, I quickly replied. “You will worship my cock and balls for as long as I so desire.” “The thought of that excites me.” I replied holding his gaze. “Ok, then let’s go. My condo’s a 5 minutes walk from here.” My heart skipped a beat. Is this really happening? Am I going back to this guys condo to worship his cock? He said, “By the way my name’s Mark.” “I’m Alvin.”
He told me to take care of his tab, which I did, then we left. Boy, he’s already making me feel like his man servant. On the way there I learned he frequently catches men staring at his cock. If they look like they have potential he invites them back to his place as he was doing with me. Maybe he could sense how serious I was about pleasing him. He said most of the guys only lasted one session and he’d never invite them back. However, a few of the really talented and obedient manservants were allowed to come back and service him again. I hoped that I would be one of those!
When we got to his place he went straight to the bathroom, unzipped his jeans and took a healthy leak. He left the door open and I could hear his thick stream emptying into the toilet. I imagined what a cock that sounded like that would look like. If I didn’t know better I would have thought there was a horse in there, (jk). Then I heard him zip up and come into the living room. Then he casually walk over to the sofa, grabbed one of the cushions and threw it on the floor in front of me. He didn’t say anything but I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I obediently got down on my knees on the pillow.
Then he stepped in front of me with his crotch just inches from my face and said, “Is this what you wanted to do when you were staring at my cock earlier?” “Yes, it is exactly what I was hoping to do. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” I replied. I was actually about to live out my biggest fantasy, to completely worship another man’s cock and balls and then swallow his load. Then he said, “I will now refer to you simply as my cumslut. Do you understand cumslut?” I nodded and said, “Yes I do.” “And you will always address me as Daddy, is that understood?” “Yes Daddy.” “Now carefully remove my pants.”
He put his hands on his hips and watched me while I nervously undid his belt. I could feel my hands trembling as I fumbled with the large buckle. Once I had it unbuckled I unsnapped his jeans and slowly pulled down his zipper. I could smell the aroma of his crotch being so close to my face and it sent a jolt of excitement straight to my dick. I noticed I was starting to lick my lips too. What the hell is happening to me?
He had no underwear on which explains why I could see his cock so well through his jeans. I gently stroked his cock thru his pants. It was definitely getting bigger already. He had a thick bush of pubic hair which I ran my fingers through. Then I reached up with both hands and slowly pulled down his jeans. His slightly erect cock sprung out and brushed my cheek. It was in a word, beautiful. His foreskin covered about half of his cock head. In this slightly enlarged state he’s already 7″ and pointing at about 7 o’clock. For some reason, I instinctively new I wasn’t allowed to touch it until he instructed me.
Next he said, “You are going to worship my cock and balls as if they were the last ones left on earth”. And if you do a good enough job, at the end I will give you a large load of cum to swallow. When I tell you I’m ready to come you will tilt your head back and open your mouth wide. Is that clear cumslut?” “Yes Daddy.”