I had every expectation for the upcoming road trip.
I was not spending nearly enough time with my buddy, and this five-day road trip promised us constant companionship. My desire for him had only intensified in the nearly a year since our last intimate date. When we did get together, it was usually at a party with other friends, where we posed for the girls to get their attention and had a very macho vibe.
We were 18 and nearing graduation from high school. The year was 1980. We were surrounded by camel toes and the pants were tight. A portion of the young ladies were great. They had perfect arches. They had perfect tits. Their skin was flawless. Perfect were their tight little snatches. I had been drinking. One sniff, or slight touch and I was yanking off the primary opportunity I got. I was liked by girls, but there weren’t many close dates back then. My anxiety and excessive shyness were the problem.
I had another issue. Also perfect were some of the boys. My only sexual encounters were with a close friend who was gay. My desire to please him grew as I moved from rather clumsy hand jobs to a deft ability to suck him into new orgasmic heights with my mouth. He and I had been naked many times together. I discovered that I loved making him cum and learned to crave cock with him.
I was very tempted by some of the guys on my basketball team’s attractive packages. Because I couldn’t possibly cover up my stiff pole, I was unable to shower with the boys after a game or practice. When I saw them naked, my desire to get down on them would send me into a trance-like state of fervor. This also would send me off rooster close by for some confidential delight.
My friend now lived in the country and was with a group of good boys who were never particularly impressed by fairies or faggots. My desire to give up and linger over the pleasure of sweet hot cum in my mouth was seriously hindered by this influence on his life and the limited time we spent together.
Then he got the idea to take a road trip to his grandfather’s remote farm. He stated, what is your take? We could get a few grass and lager and just home base. His location is in a wild part of the province, where there is fishing, hiking, and exploring. I said; “ I think everything about it, especially the exploring part, is just right. Gives up.”
Getting ready was simple. Grass? Check. Beer? Check. Gas? Check. Okay, let’s go, we’re ready. The phone rang then. It was a friend of his who was a redneck. He desired to accompany us. My pal said “sure more is always better”. Shit. My hopes of enticing my partner into bare-chested pleasures in a sunny mountain meadow were severely dashed by this. We took about four hours on the road trip, but we stopped frequently to smoke, play discs, and just hang out. As this would be a treat for old gramps, we quickly prepared a substantial man-sized meal when we arrived there in the early evening. The old man, who was not used to having company, was pretty much worn out after our wonderful evening together. He told us to sleep on the couches or in the guest bed and said he was going to bed. After having a few more beers and shots by the fire, we went inside the cabin to sleep quietly.
My pal said, “I get the visitor bed.” His pal slumped onto the best sofa. I calmly stated, “fuck it, I’m sleeping in the guest bed too, there is room for two,” when I looked around and saw that the guest bed was a double. I looked him in the eye and said, “Don’t resist this, I have something for you.” He looked uncertain, however recently turned and intended down for bed.
My pulse was now racing. He was going to be in bed with me right there. Could he allow my advances? I viewed reasons as the last to bed and kept an eye on his companion saying goodbye. He barely spoke back. Excellent. Then I went naked into bed. My friend was already falling asleep; Even though it wasn’t really necessary, I had to move quickly. I gently cupped his entire package through his shorts by reaching under the covers. “Dude, it is late, we are in my grandpa’s home, my friend is just on the other side of that wall,” he moaned and shifted. I said, “well come on, can your genuinely oppose me? You haven’t made me happy in months! “Look, we cannot mess up this bed, it will be difficult to put it right without raising questions,” he said in a whisper. His chicken was beginning to grow regardless of his complaints. I was brimming with excitement and had a full and throbbing cock.
My contemplations twirled around an inquiry I had conveyed for quite a long time. Would I ever be brave and horny enough to eat the hot cock cream of another man? “Just be quiet, there won’t be a mess,” I told them.
Then, at that point, I slipped my head under the covers and went down on him. I stuffed his half-stiff pipe into my mouth as I pulled back his shorts. Because I didn’t want anything to stop this from happening, I continued to move quickly. His rooster quickly expanded and stretched into my excited mouth. While I caressed his tender nuts with my hand, I was licking, bobbing, and nursing his sweet dick. I quickly undid his shorts after he raised his arse. He was mine after that.
I worked relentlessly on his cock’s head. I was savoring the experience of having a hot cock fuck my face and instilling my passion for it in my very core. He began to vigorously thrust after his nuts engaged. He pounded my mouth like never before as I matched his beat. I was heaven on earth. Valuable hard thick chicken, ooohhh hard thick rooster screw me and I will satisfy you untill the finish of time.
Yes was going to be the response. I had no choice but to ingest this weight. I was as prepared as I had ever been, despite my anxiety and excitement. The problem was that, despite my best efforts to shield the bed from his scorching rays, mine was bursting and threatening to flood us both.
I started pumping in time with my mouth after I grabbed his cock. He lowered my head. It was time to just mouth-hold him. As it began repeatedly pumping hot cum into my mouth and throat, his cock appeared to wave inside my mouth. I froze. Cocksucker, it’s time for you to become a complete no-holds-barred cum gobbler. After that, I realized that I had to swallow because there was simply too much jam to take in. I choked. I must have swallowed cum, there. I milked his cock dry as I gulped repeatedly. Even though he had stopped, I still had a lot of food in my mouth, so I just stopped and enjoyed the silky taste of delicious man love on my tongue. After that, I swallowed and thoroughly savored him.
I came out of hiding and said, “I’m not gay.” He responded, “I’m not gay.” I am aware that you are not a buddy.
I quietly got up, went to the bathroom, and stared at my cocksucking mouth as my cum craving was satisfied. I did it, I did it really well, and then I went into the sink.
My satisfied state endured one evening.
I absolutely adore sucking cock.