I can remember when it all started. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Finding porn magazines at a young age, my eyes would race over the pictures, my brian would seem to overload. Looking at the naked girls, on their knees so ready and willing to suck the guy’s cocks in the photos. They had such lust and desire in their eyes. I began to understand why. My own eyes were drawn the the pictures of cocks, hard or hanging, they they were such a turn on. My cock would throb and ache. I had to take a picture with me, I just had to. I imagined what a turn on it would be to stare at a picture while I stroked my young cock. I quickly looked for just the right one. A beautiful girl with big boobs was my first thought, then in the back, an ad for phone sex caught my attention. In the ad was the most beautiful, stiff, vein covered, cock. That was the page I took.
I seemed to be excited by thoughts and pictures of sucking cock. Stroking myself endlessly as I thought about it. Shooting intense orgams, tasting my own pre cum. I wanted to experience it for real more and more. When I was staying over at a friends house, I couldn’t stop myself, I had to touch him, I had to try. I ached for dick. I remember it so vividly. First nervously checking to see if he was awake, then cautiously touching his soft cock through his pajamas. It felt so good to touch him. I traced around his shaft and ran my finger tips along it. I could feel it begin the swell, it took my breath away. Lust now in overdrive, I quietly and slowly slid down his pj bottoms until I exposed his now hard, beautiful, thick cock. There in the dark, I lowered my lips to it. I can still remember the moment, the way it felt, soft and smooth, yet still so very firm. I had to taste it, to lick and suck it. The object of so much fantasy, now was my change and it was amazing, even better than I imagined. The warmth of it, the throbbing. I instantly understood why the girls in the photos looked so longedly and passionately at their lovers’s cocks. Had he given me any indication, any sign, a touch, a moan, even a sigh, I would have gladly suck his cock until he exploded in my mouth. Instead he sifted, maybe to get more comfortable, maybe to stop me. Whatever the case, I was now too nervous to explore any further and layed back down, stroking myself off to the best orgasm of my life. I was hooked.
It wouldn’t be long until I was meeting men for sex. Mostly much older men, but not always. They all seemed to love running their hands over my young, fit body, sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. What they didn’t know was that was only secondary to me. What I really wanted, what I craved and ached for was having cock in my mouth. Although I wasn’t ready to admit it just then. Pleasuring them, tasting them, that seemed to be my goal, that was what I loved. Any color and any size, I knew I would drop to my knees for them if they would only ask. Oh, I still considered myself “straight” only that I also had a cocksucking fetish. That’s what I told myself. Besides, “they are blowing me first.”
