Initiation to the Delights of Sucking Cock
This is a true account of my initiation to the delights of sucking
cock. I hope you enjoy it.
It was 1979, and I was a horny 21 year old living in the rural midwest.
I had dated some, off and on throughout high school and after, but
had never been a real "operator", like so many of my friends,
and had lost my virginity in the summer after graduating. And in
the 3 years since, my sex life had only been mediocre; never enough
to even begin to satisfy my cravings. I have been a fairly open-minded
guy all my life, but gay sex quite simply had never really interested
me, which is to say that I just never really thought about it.
At the time, I had never had the need to travel much outside the
county I'd been born and raised in. I wasn't exactly a "hick",
by any means, but I certainly wasn't well-travelled. My brother's
wife had been raised in Milwaukee, about 3 hours away by car, and
one day it became neccessary for me to make the trip to pick up
an old table which her grandmother was giving her.
About a half-hour outside the city, I passed an adult bookstore
on the highway, the first I had ever seen, and as I continued on
my way, I started thinking that I should stop and "check it
out" on my return trip, and so about 2 hours later I found
myself pulling into the parking lot with a rapidly growing anticipation
and the beginnings of an erection.
Inside the store, my excitement mounted quickly as I browsed the
magazine racks, paying particular attention to those featuring a
woman giving head on the cover. After a while, sporting a full-blown
hardon I ventured to the back of the store where I discovered the
entrance to the peep-show booths. In short order, I had secured
a pocket full of quarters and made my way into the darkened corridor,
where dim red lights indicated that about half of the booths were
in use. I selected an empty booth on the end and entered, locking
the door behind me.
At that time, video booths were still several years in the future.
Instead, these booths each contained 2 coin mechanisms which operated
individual 8mm movie projectors which ran silent movies on a continual
loop. The movies each ran about 12-15 minutes long, requiring 3
or 4 quarters to get all the way through. The empty boxes from the
movie reels were posted above the door of the booth, but I had not
noticed this in the dark, so I had no idea what I would see when
I deposited my change in the slot. Another feature which I failed
to see at first was a hole in the wall of the booth, about 4 inches
wide and right at cock level.
I sat down and dropped my first coin into the box marked "A".
The projector started whirring, and I was pleasantly shocked to
see the moving image of a busty blonde inhaling a large erect cock,
projected onto the closed door. I was entranced, and as the film
clattered on, my hand stole to my zipper and fished my engorged
organ out of my jeans. As the movie rolled, I slowly and steadily
stroked my throbbing cock, rivulets of precum flowing down the shaft.
When the first film had run through to the point I had started viewing
and stopped, I quickly stuffed another coin into the box marked
"B". Before the images appeared, my hot erection was once
more gripped in my sweaty hand. But when the movie started, I was
shocked to see another blowjob in progress, this one skillfully
administered my a muscular, and thoroughly naked young man. I was
startled at first, and unsure what to do, but as the film rolled
on, I realized that I was still stroking a cock which was, if anything,
harder than ever.
Apparently, I had begun very near to the end of the movie, but as
the screen flickered and the film started over, I was definitely
too intrigued to leave. The first few minutes of those 8mm "shorts"
were all predictably uneventful, as the director attempted to set
up a plot of sorts, so as the story began I took a moment to examine
further my surroundings, and that's when I first noticed the hole.
Like almost every other event of the past 20 minutes, this discovery
took me quite by surprise. It was immediately obvious that the hole
allowed viewing into the next booth, but it really didn't occur
to me that it might serve any other purpose.
Summoning my courage, I finally leaned over and took a quick peek
through the portal. In the next booth, a slender man of indeterminable
age was stroking an organ of average size as he watched the screen.
A minute later, I gave in to the pressing desire to look again,
and was once again shocked to see the man kneeling with his back
to me, his head bobbing frantically at what was obviously a similar
hole into the booth opposite mine. I watched in rapt wonder as the
tempo continued, totally oblivious to the fact that I was easily
spotted should the cocksucker next door turn his head. I have no
idea how long it went on, but finally the man drew back from the
hole, and I could plainy see the cock he'd been working on as it
erupted torrents of cum, milked by the man's hand.
As the occupant next door squeezed the final drops of cum from the
softening organ and moved to take his seat, I quickly pulled away
from the hole and fumbled to stuff my throbbing hardon back into
my pans. My film had ended several minutes earlier, and I now became
anxious that he would realize I'd been watching. I made a hasty
retreat from the booth, and then the store. A minute later I was
back on the highway, replaying the scene I'd witnessed over and
over in my mind.
For the next two weeks, I could hardly think of anything other than
the lewd act I'd watched in the bookstore. I found myself thinking
about it, picturing it in my mind as I worked. And soon I was stealing
away to the bathroom to jerk off as I daydreamed about it, sometimes
2 or 3 times a day, and finally I was editing the scene, fantasizing
that it was me kneeling before the cock in the next booth. Afterwards,
I always felt ashamed and dirty for my thoughts, but the shame never
lasted, as my lust escalated once again.
Eventually, I realized that I had no choice but to return to the
bookstore. So on a Saturday morning more than 2 weeks after my initial
visit, I departed once more for the city.
I scheduled my day to allow as much time as possible in the bookstore.
I even stopped at a bank for a roll of quarters, just in case.
Entering the store again, I was absolutely giddy with nervous anticipation.
I headed straight for the back, and was disappointed to find that
only one booth was occupied. I immediately selected the second booth
from the end, which by now had become to me the "cocksucking
booth." Bolting the door, I started the film, unzipped my jeans,
and waited. Again, one movie was "straight" and the other
was gay. I had almost finished watching the second film, my anxious
cock swelling in my hand, and was beginning to think that the visit
would be otherwise uneventful, when I heard the door to the end
booth open and close, and the movie projector clatter to life.
I waited a minute, maybe two, in nervous anticipation. It occurred
to me that I might lose my nerve and leave, but finally I threw
caution to the wind and went for it. It was now or never. Quietly,
I left my seat and knelt on the floor, a good foot or so back from
the hole, and cautiously peered into the adjoining booth. And there,
seated where I had been two weeks before, was a husky, "truck
driver" looking man, slowly stroking a hard, thick cock that
appeared to be over 8 inches in length.
Slowly, I moved closer to the hole, not at all sure what to do next.
And then it began. The figure rose from his seat and casually stood
before the hole, his erect organ pointed straight at it, perhaps
6 inches away. It was obvious that he was aware of my presence,
and was waiting for a sign of my intentions. I moved closer, until
my mouth was only an inch from the opening, and parted my lips.
I waited. I was, by this point, literally shaking in anticipation,
when suddenly I saw the dark, swollen tip of the cock-head ease
through the hole. I swallowed quickly, licked my dry lips, then
moved toward it, till finally the silky smooth skin of the engorged
organ brushed my lips.
If only I could describe the feeling, the sensation of that first
touch. I had thought about and fantasized about this moment for
two weeks, and now it was mine!
Summoning all the restraint I could find, I proceeded deliberately
to fulfill my desire. Pursing my lips, I slowly sucked the hot head
of the cock into my mouth. Gently, lovingly I flicked my tongue
at the hole, and tasted the salty precum which had begun to ooze
out. My tongue began to move, seemingly of its own will, caressing
the engorged head with wet, swirling strokes. Apparently this pleased
the owner of my prize, as he slowly but firmly began pushing his
cock towards me. And in the dim light of the booth, I watched with
ever-mounting lust as the full length of the organ appeared before
me. As I worked over the cock-head with my hungry mouth, I could
now plainly see the swollen veins beneath the satin skin of the
thick, pulsating shaft, and my desire continued to find new heights.
It was readily apparent that my anonymous partner wished me to take
more of his throbbing cock into my mouth, and I was more than willing
to oblige. Using care not to scrape the sensitive flesh with my
teeth, I pulled away, letting my lips slip back over the head till
I was merely kissing the very tip. I sucked once, harder this time,
at the dripping hole and was rewarded with a pleasing stream of
warm precum. Then, with the care and deliberation I had practiced
repeatedly in my dreams, I spread my lips wide over my teeth and
pushed forward, playing my tongue along the sensitive underside
of the smoldering organ as I took first the head, then one inch,
two and more into my ravenous mouth, and beyond. With my eyes wide
open, I watched, transfixed, as the thick cock slowly disappeared
into my mouth. And when I felt the swollen head begin to push against
the back of my throat, I conciously willed my muscles to relax,
to accept this wonderful offerring. For a moment, maybe two, it
seemed as if I would fail, that the organ simply wouldn't fit within
the deep confines of my throat, but then it pushed on, and I watched
in wonder as the dark tangle of pubic hair grew closer and closer
until, finally, my nose came to rest pushed snugly against it.
My mouth and throat were stuffed as I never would have believed
possible, but I was smugly pleased to find that I could breath through
my nose well enough, and I took a few moments to savor the warm,
musky aroma wafting up from the nest of curls. There was precious
little room for it, but somehow I managed to slide my tongue a bit
along the base of the pulsating shaft, and I was rewarded with a
twitch in response. It seemed as if I could spend all day with my
prize lodged securely in my throat, but I had work to do, and I
was looking forward to it immensely.
Gently, I began to back off of the hot organ. As I withdrew, I delighted
in the feeling of the pulsing veins against my lips, and I began
to work my tongue along the shaft faster and faster. The owner of
the swollen tool began to squirm, which encouraged me to be more
aggressive; where I had begun as a submissive servant to the needs
of this wonderful hardon, I was now becoming its master. It needed,
desperately to be satisfied, and that was now within my control.
There was no doubt, however, that in the end there would be no loser.
With just the hot, turgid head once again within my sucking mouth,
it occurred to me that my hands were free to roam, and beneath the
pulsing shaft two heavy balls hung within their sac. My left hand
cupped the lusty orbs, massaging them gently. Peering around the
edges of the cock in my mouth, I could see that they did not hang
near as low as they did when first they appeared through the hole
in the wall, and even as I noted this, I could feel them rise higher
still, until they practically hugged the organ which now was throbbing
With my tongue I lapped hungrily at the steady stream of precum
oozing from the tip of my rampant prize. Then, with a conscious
effort, I bobbed my head forward, impaling myself on the swollen
tool, all the way down till the head was buried deep within my throat,
then just as quickly I retreated, my pursed lips sucking at the
shaft and my teeth grazing, lightly and deliberately, over the ridge
around the head. The body connected to the organ began bucking against
the plywood partition, anxious now beyond control to loose his heavy
load. Again I sucked at the tip, harder than before, whipping my
tongue wildly about the head, which had grown darker and fuller
still as though it were about to burst. And again I drove forward,
fucking the inflamed cock with my mouth, kneeding the molten shaft
with my lips, and stroking the swollen balls with my hand. The feel,
the taste and smell of the lurid act had me in a frenzy, as my own
hard cock hung between my trembling thighs, throbbing and dripping.
I had a tempo going now, bobbing my head, sucking this magnificent
cock with long, feverish strokes, the friction of my lips coaxing
the impending eruption nearer and nearer, until finally, inevitably,
My lips were nestled deep within the tangled nest of sweaty hair
when I felt the first hard pulse, and as the body beyond the hole
slammed against the wall, I quickly backed off, wrapping my lips
firmly about the shaft just below the head. And as I flicked my
hungry tongue against the tip, the organ jerked violently, once,
twice and the first spurt of hot cum boiled from the spasming cock
into my waiting mouth, splashing against my tongue. Quickly then,
the second spurt followed and the third, almost as one steady stream,
the delicious salty semen shot from the fountain of twitching flesh,
filling my mouth to overflowing, the creamy white nectar oozing
out the corners of my mouth as I continued to lap and suck. And
then, finally, the throbbing subsided and the flowing cum slowed
to a dribble, and giving the drained balls a final, gentle squeeze,
I pulled my lips from the cock which was beginning to soften, growing
heavy in my hand, I savored the feel and taste of the cum in my
mouth for just a moment, then swallowed my generous reward. FINIS