Curiosity
Curiosity is how it started. As a student, I would love to see a dick at the urinal. It could only be a glance but I yearned for the chance to see more. Not study it up close, but merely enjoy the forbidden pleasure of looking at it, thinking about it, wondering about it.
As I aged, I played a lot of sports. This led to the communal showers where the cocks were on full display but you had to be careful and stealthy about your glances. There was one black student who was small and wirery with a fabulous appendage between his legs. I looked as often as I could and then went home and thought about it more.
At college, you develop a new set of friends. I had one friend in particular that did not wear underwear. At that time, not wearing underwear was no big deal except Michael would wear short shorts which often provided a show. As always, I was willing to look but like it was the sun; no staring just get a peak and move on. His cock was meaty, good length and best of all uncut.
One afternoon. it was just Michael and I sitting around his living room smoking ganja. Inevitably, out popped his penis. I sneaked a peak and then another and another until I saw Michael smiling knowing where my attention was focused. With this, he hiked up his shorts and let most all of his man meat out into view. By now I am staring and Michael is enjoying my rapture with his member.
Through my curiosity now turning to lust and the ganja fog, I saw Michael stand up. He grabbed his meat and arranged it to hang down low from the leg hole of his shorts. I was starring intently when Michael walked next to me with that coveted penis now inches away.
“Go ahead; touch it.”
I snapped out of it with his words but continued to stare at that cock and all its beauty. Michael got a little closer and I could now smell his musk. My shaking hand moved upward to his manhood and made slight contact. My cock was now rock hard and I was salivating.
“Smell it up close”.
I did as I was told and leaned forward to where my nose almost touched his cock. The smells and sights were fantastic.
“If you lick it, there will be more aroma”.
Without hesitation my tongue found the head of his cock. I licked all over the head and breathed deeply to capture the aroma.
“It will be better if you touch it”.
My hand grabbed his shaft and started up and down while my nose and lips and tongue where on his head. That big, beautiful cock was still flaccid but was growing to my touch and mouth. Into my mouth his cock went with the awesome feeling of his penis becoming engorged with blood and growing very hard. I started sucking and cupping his balls but my concentration was fully on his cock in my mouth. I sucked and bobbed as best I could and his hips started fucking my mouth. He pushed me back in my chair, climbed up on it a stride my face and moved his balls right over my mouth. They were received with great glee as I sucked those balls to a sloppy, saliva covered nirvana. Now Michael was on top of my chest, his cock was rubbing all over my face with his thrusting making my face a wet, slippery surface to rub his penis. His thrusting picked up speed and he found my mouth again and went to town driving that cock into my mouth as far as Michael could.
I hoped it would never end; the smells, the warm wetness and his cock fucking my mouth. Michael was going as fast as he could when he let out a guttural moan while filling my mouth and throat with his seed; and a lot of it. In my mouth, on my face, running down my chin and being swallowed into my stomach. It was a dream come true after all these years of glancing, it had finally paid off in an experience that changed me forever.
As I aged, I played a lot of sports. This led to the communal showers where the cocks were on full display but you had to be careful and stealthy about your glances. There was one black student who was small and wirery with a fabulous appendage between his legs. I looked as often as I could and then went home and thought about it more.
At college, you develop a new set of friends. I had one friend in particular that did not wear underwear. At that time, not wearing underwear was no big deal except Michael would wear short shorts which often provided a show. As always, I was willing to look but like it was the sun; no staring just get a peak and move on. His cock was meaty, good length and best of all uncut.
One afternoon. it was just Michael and I sitting around his living room smoking ganja. Inevitably, out popped his penis. I sneaked a peak and then another and another until I saw Michael smiling knowing where my attention was focused. With this, he hiked up his shorts and let most all of his man meat out into view. By now I am staring and Michael is enjoying my rapture with his member.
Through my curiosity now turning to lust and the ganja fog, I saw Michael stand up. He grabbed his meat and arranged it to hang down low from the leg hole of his shorts. I was starring intently when Michael walked next to me with that coveted penis now inches away.
“Go ahead; touch it.”
I snapped out of it with his words but continued to stare at that cock and all its beauty. Michael got a little closer and I could now smell his musk. My shaking hand moved upward to his manhood and made slight contact. My cock was now rock hard and I was salivating.
“Smell it up close”.
I did as I was told and leaned forward to where my nose almost touched his cock. The smells and sights were fantastic.
“If you lick it, there will be more aroma”.
Without hesitation my tongue found the head of his cock. I licked all over the head and breathed deeply to capture the aroma.
“It will be better if you touch it”.
My hand grabbed his shaft and started up and down while my nose and lips and tongue where on his head. That big, beautiful cock was still flaccid but was growing to my touch and mouth. Into my mouth his cock went with the awesome feeling of his penis becoming engorged with blood and growing very hard. I started sucking and cupping his balls but my concentration was fully on his cock in my mouth. I sucked and bobbed as best I could and his hips started fucking my mouth. He pushed me back in my chair, climbed up on it a stride my face and moved his balls right over my mouth. They were received with great glee as I sucked those balls to a sloppy, saliva covered nirvana. Now Michael was on top of my chest, his cock was rubbing all over my face with his thrusting making my face a wet, slippery surface to rub his penis. His thrusting picked up speed and he found my mouth again and went to town driving that cock into my mouth as far as Michael could.
I hoped it would never end; the smells, the warm wetness and his cock fucking my mouth. Michael was going as fast as he could when he let out a guttural moan while filling my mouth and throat with his seed; and a lot of it. In my mouth, on my face, running down my chin and being swallowed into my stomach. It was a dream come true after all these years of glancing, it had finally paid off in an experience that changed me forever.
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