How I Came to Love Sucking Cocks

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Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma, Consensual, BiSexual, True Story, Black Male, White Male, Oral Sex, .

Desc: True Sex Story: My journey to the joys of sucking cocks.

Shortly after I graduated from high school I moved to the north and into the house my grandparents lived in. I hadn't been 'home' since moving to the south some six years earlier and to say it was good to be back would've been an understatement. While I'd lived in the south since I was thirteen I'd never really considered it to be my 'home'.

I left the south the day after graduation, on a plane - my first plane trip since moving to the south six years ago and I found that the thrill was still there. I sat next to a window and enjoyed the view from way above the clouds. I had not even considered the idea that I'd enjoy being up that high once more, but I did and when I landed in Atlanta it was as though

I'd once again landed for the first time. The excitement was still there and on taking off again a couple of hours later I found that I was still able to enjoy it!

Living in the south at such an early age hadn't exposed me to the

'ways of life', as some liked to call it. I was still a virgin, in every sense of the word. I knew absolutely nothing about sex, other then what my

Dad had once told me, and then all he'd ever told me is why my dick got hard! He was never one to go into details about anything, and I do mean ANYTHING!

When I moved in with my grandparents I was still totally devoid of any knowledge pertaining to sex, or even what it was. Yes, of course I'd heard rumors of 'it' when I was in high school, and then again rumors of

'it' when I worked at a local truck stop. Hell, working in a truck stop you tended to hear a lot of things regarding sex, but in my instances all I learned about was 'gay' sex, and only then because one of the men I worked with was gay himself. In fact, he would often tell me that he belonged to an 'SD' club and wanted me to join it with him. Of course,

I had no idea the time what the SD stood for. To say I was naive would definitely be an understatement!

Living with my father was a real Pain-in-the-Ass! Quite literally, too. My father abused not only my mother but me as well. It was easy for me to find myself at the other end of the old man's belt, getting the beating of my life. I learned to hate my father from an early age. Only much later in life would I find myself able to finally forgive him, and to also tell him so.

After the move up north I found friends who would 'educate' me in the ways of sex and what it was in fact for. I learned it was 'entertain- ment' of some sort and that you could entertain yourself with it as well as be entertained with it. I learned what it was to masterbate and get self gratification without having anyone else around you. I found books

I never even knew existed, with pictures no less! They told me a lot about this thing called sex and how it could be good as well as bad.

For the most part I tended to want what was good and began to get my self gratification whenever I could. I would use vaseline at first and, while it would take a while to get off, I found that I not only enjoyed doing 'it' but also looked forward to doing 'it' the next time as well.

Now at this time I never had anyone to show me anything, or what parts of my body were originally intended for, but I soon found out. I can honestly tell you right here and now that all I learned about sex, I learned for myself. There was no one around to teach me and, with my grandparents at an advanced age, I was embarrassed to even ask them any of the thousands of questions floating around in my head.

I was also embarrassed to ask anyone, too. For some reason I felt it wasn't the 'right' thing to do. Only in later years would I learn that my grandmother wasn't bashfull at all when it came to discussing sex.

Hell, even after my grandfather had his first heart attack, I would lie in my bed at night and listen to the two of them doing the horizonal polka, banging the headboard of their bed against the wall connected to my room. Now while I had an idea of what was going on, I never really envisioned what was actually happening. They never made any noises, other then that headboard bouncing against the wall, so I never thought of passion being a part of the episodes.

Now you have to remember that at this particular time my grand- parents were in their late 70s and early 80s. I had never even heard my parents making the noises my grandparents would make twice a week!


After my first year with my grandparents I moved back to the south for one more year. I was determined to save some money for school and in order to do that I had to go back to the south and get my old job back at that truck stop. Little did I realize how much things would change there while I was gone.

The first day back at work I learned that the owner of the place was in the hospital and would have surgery within a week in where his legs would be amputated, due to diabetes and other maladies of his aging body. We, that is the gay guy, Steve, and I, along with two others, were to clean up the place and get it ready to be closed down for good.

We worked on that place night and day for nearly six weeks before it was almost ready, but we did the job we were expected to do and had it all ready for the new owners when the time finally arrived. Only then did we learn the real news. The place was to be reopened, but we wouldn't be working there! The new owners would be hiring new people to man the pumps, repair the flats, and do whatever else it was that we'd done in the past. We would stay there only long enough to make sure the new hires could do the jobs right.

One night, after leaving the place, we went to Steve's trailer, which was still parked behind the truck stop. In two weeks it would be moved and he would go back to his home town, let his mother move in with him, and I'd never see him again. Now, even though Steve was gay, we got along great. I never had any problems with him and, in several instances, I took up for him when someone tried to do things that I didn't consider nice.

As we sat in his living room that night he once more brought up his 'SD' club and asked if I'd like to join. Now by this time I now under- stood what the SD stood for, Suck Dick! Also, by this time, I have to ad- mit that I was ready to find out what it was all about, so I told him I'd like to see what it was and if I'd like it. A huge smile appeared on his face and we 'retired' to his bedroom, where he sat on the bed and pulled me closer to him. Once I was in the right position he grabbed my pants, pulling me even closer, and unzipped me. While he did that I undid my belt and soon my pants, along with my underwear, were around my ankles and my hardening dick was exposed to someone for the first time.

"Nice dick you got there," he told me. The played with me, stroking me up and down and holding my balls in hands as well. It took only an instant for me to get hard and ready for him. As he pumped a tiny pearl of precum gathered on my dick head, which he rubbed into my skin, licking his fingers after each rub. He continued to massage me for a while, his hands never leaving my dick or balls. I don't know if I could've gotten any harder at that moment, but it sure felt like I was.

Then he did something I never expected!

He reached into his mouth and...

Removed his dentures!!!!

Now the first thought in my mind was, yuck!, but he quickly told me that I'd like my first blowjob this way, and being the sexual virgin

I still was, who was I to argue with him? I just stood there and let him do what he wanted to.

And yes, I was wanting him to get started with it and was really looking forward to having his mouth on my cock for the first time. Since

I'd never experienced anything like this before I was already imagining what it would be like.

First he stuck out his tongue and licked around the helmet of my cock, then he began to lick up and down the length, stopping every now and then to suck on my length, never leaving any marks but making me feel good just the same. Then he went lower, and began to suck on my balls, one at a time. He'd then take each one into his mouth, rolling his tongue around each one as much as he could and then pulled off. He pulled my balls up against the base of my cock and began to lick just underneath them. That first instance of oral massage to that area got me to leak more precum and this time he lifted it off my cock with his finger and place it directly on his tongue!

Only after he repeated this a couple of times did he then stop, look into my eyes with a look I've never seen since then, and then take my entire length of cock into his mouth and down his throat!

I never imagined that anyone would able to do such a feat!

While I'd seen pictures only a couple of weeks earlier, and seen cocks that somehow looked like they were 'freaks of nature', I never imagined that I'd be in a position to have someone take my 7.5" cock into their mouth like Steve did that day.

I stood there for as long as I could, before my legs finally gave out with a weakness I'd never felt before. Only after that I told Steve that I'd have to either sit down or lie down, whichever would be easier for him to continue with what he was doing. He got off his bed and motioned for me to take his place and then, once I sat down, he pushed me onto my back. Once in place he removed my pants and underwear and positioned himself between my legs and proceeded to once more engulf my cock with his mouth.

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