My First Cock

I wrote about my cock-sucking fantasy six years ago and it finally happened, and with another married, cock-craving man.

I put my fantasy out there and the Lit community responded with their usual support, lustful comments, and call for more details. Thank you! I felt a sense of relief, and heightening desire, after sharing how much I wanted to suck a cock. I'm married, happily, and love women. I'm not "gay" but there's just something about wanting a cock in my mouth.

I also posted to the Lit forum, to complement my then-recent fantasy story, and the response was great! That's where and how I started chatting with a guy, let's call him Grant (not his real name), who was in a very similar situation, and lived in the same area, but who had quite a few years of experience - and several cocks - on me. We chatted for several weeks and arranged to meet. Holy shit, this could actually happen!

We didn't exchange the requisite dick pix, not our thing and we married guys have to be careful, but we did generally describe what we looked like. Me: late, forties, just over six feet tall, fairly fit but could lose a few pounds, shaved head, little body hair, and an average-sized but very pretty circumsized cock. Him: early fifties, five nine tall, salt and pepper hair and trimmed beard; a thick uncut cock that's at least 7 to 8 inches long. I could feel my jaw becoming sore already. And he loved cum, did I? Jesus. Fantasy was giving way to reality. Was I ready, could I really do this?

We set a time and place for a face-to-face chat over coffee at a Tim Hortons coffee shop, which may or may not lead to more. I backed into a parking spot so I could surveil the entrance and just then noticed someone else doing the same. This was happening. I waited a beat, then got out and so did he, and we both walked to the door from different angles. We knew right then we had found each other.

"There were a few guys who walked to the door before you, and I was a little nervous.... not that attractive," Grant said, smiling, as I held the coffee shop door open.

"I hope you're not disappointed", I countered, nervously and excitedly.

"No, you're good", he said quickly. So far so good.

We sat at a table in the back corner, coffee cups nervously in hand, and began the small talk portion of what I hoped would be my first encounter. We were talking on low volume, taking it down even lower when mentioning "sucking cuck"....."horny"....."a hot experience", that kind of thing.

I was still unsure what would happen next when we were back in the parking lot, standing midway between our two cars. Voices low again: "So, where shall we go?" He asked. Holy shit!

"The mall parking lot, just across the street," I said, more calmly than I expected.

I got back in my car, started the engine, exhaled fully, put it in gear and edged out onto the street with the nerves and caution of my drivers test over 30 years earlier. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw he was following.

I pulled into the vast, almost empty parking lot of what is essentially a dead mall and stopped tentatively a few rows from the road. He pulled along side and we both rolled down our windows. "I'm not sure where the best spot is," I said kinda loudly, across the passenger sheet through the open window. "We should be away but not that obviously away."

"Let's park up there and I'll hop in," he called back, pointing to a line of cars parked against one of the internal drives, experience coming through in his tone. "We can drive around together from there to a better spot."

I parked and he opened the passenger door, I could see a pronounced bulge in his khakis - he was getting hard, I think! - as he sat down inside. He buckled up and I drove slowly around the other side of the mall, our heads swivelling around to scout a promising spot. I kept glancing at his crotch, which was full and growing still. As we drove near some dumpsters and loading docks at the back of the building, I asked him, "Can I touch you?"

"Of course!" he said and I moved my right hand to his crotch and gently but firmly cupped his package.

"I've never touched a guy like this before, you're so big!" I said. I felt like I was back in high school, fooling around for the first time.

"Oh yeah, that feels good" he said with a slight moan.

We came around to the other side of the mall, navigating through small groupings of parking cars, like small islands in a large bay. "Here looks good," he said. We were close, but not too close to the other cars, and had a good view of anyone who might drive and park near us.

My hand still on his crotch, I felt him getting even harder, the full size of his cock revealing itself to me. We unbuckled our seatbelts and then he unbuckled his pants belt. "I want to see it" I said. He gave me a knowing look and hiked down his pants below his boxers, which made like a large circus tent over his big cock. Seconds later he pulled down the top of his boxers over a now fully erect, thick cock. The head was already glistening with moisture.

I grasped his girth and lowered my mouth on him. I was amazed how soft, despite being so hard, his cock was. And his head was so, so smooth and silky - made even more so by a mixture of pre-cum and my saliva. My mouth was literally watering. It was a sensation I'll never forget, having a cock in my mouth for the first time.

Then I took him deep, to the base of his trimmed public mound. To my surprise I didn't gag, even though he was now down my throat. "Fuck that's good!" He muttered over me, his hand on my head.

"Oh yeah, that's it, suck that cock, oh fuck...", he moaned, yet almost yelling. I pulled back, swirled my tongue over the mushrooming head, then licked and kissed the underside of his now throbbing, veiny cock.

I then clamped my greedy, lustful mouth back into the head of his cock and repeated. Cock at back of throat. Worshipping his silky, throbbing head and full shaft. "Fuck", he gasped, "you're such a good cocksucker, but slow down a bit."

Oh my god, I am! And I knew what was coming next...

"I want you to make me come. Do you want me to come in your mouth?" he said haltingly. I didn't say a word, but I moaned with pleasure and anticipation as I steadied myself over him, firmly suctioning him into my mouth, near my throat. He gently fucked my face, moving his hips to guide his cock further down my throat. I was taking it like a champ, I felt like such a slut, and I loved it!

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna come!" He growled. Now both hands were on my head, and I felt his cock flutter. "Ugh, fuck!" I felt a musty, thick, warmth in my mouth as his cum convulsed into my mouth, leaking into my throat.

Now, you're probably wondering: "So, did he suck you, did he swallow your cum?" Yes, and yes! But that's not the point of my story, and not my main objective. Like any other guy, I'm not going to say no to a no-strings attached blowjob, and Grant was amazing. And there was something erotic about a new mouth and face on my cock, a masculine energy loving my cock. Looking at a new someone - with facial hair, no less! - take me, moan, and tell me how beautiful my cock was.

And when it was all over, both of us blowing our loads and leaning back to enjoy the after glow, that was it: thank you, that was great, let's do this again, and see you later. A handshake.

I thought, in that moment, that finally having my long-held fantasy of sucking a cock would be enough, a one-and-done type deal. That thought didn't last long and I have more stories, all of them true, to share with you in time.