Your thoughts after you sucked your first cock

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Was it all you expected? What went thru your mind a few hours after you did it? Did you feel like you wanted more, or did you feel something else?
 
The first time, I was of an age where it just seemed a normal thing to do. I liked it and continued until I became more aware of how poorly society in general...and my peers in particular...viewed queers. That's when I decided to be "normal".

After too many years trying to quash my homo desires, I tried it again. To answer your question, this time after we had enjoyed our time together I departed and literally felt like I was on a cloud ! I had never experienced such sexual satisfaction.

Thus, to this day I will fight for, encourage and counsel any person of whatever sexual orientation to be true to themselves. Life is wonderful...and short, so don't waste it acting a role in some other person's play :heart:
 
The moments leading up TO that first blow job are scary and exciting.

The moments AFTER are simply satisfying. Tasting that delicious cum spread over your tongue and down your throat is fantastic.

You'll be addicted from that moment on.
 
So glad

Was it all you expected? What went thru your mind a few hours after you did it? Did you feel like you wanted more, or did you feel something else?

My first was a sissy. Then several more. Tomorrow I am going to sleep with a man, and suck him silly, and love it. I will never stop; I love it so.
 
My first was in teen years. Afterwards I thought no need for girls.
 
I was just thinking about how good an orgasm fel, and dint care how I got one. It was pretty awesome when he came in my mouth. However, it got more amazing when he returned the favor.
 
As I was sucking him off: "How could something so good, be wrong?"

Afterward: "Hope we can do it again"

A little while later: "Yes, cum in my mouth all you want" as I was swallowing another load from him.
 
I never even fantasized about penises. I fantasized about men. I wanted to be so close to them, to feel their muscles, their body hair, to feel their warmth and to smell them (clean of course).

When I started m2m sex (age 21.5), lots of them wanted to jack off or have me suck them, some 69. For the J/O I always found that I did a better job for myself, than someone else. Being sucked was pleasurable, but nothing orgasmic. Sucking I didn't like. I didn't like some penis banging away in my mouth. I didn't like the slime going down my throat either. It reminded me of a problem I had with milk during my pre-teen years where I felt like I had to spit so often to get that mucus slime out of my throat.

Guys also wanted to fuck, which I definitely didn't like at all. I was told by some that I shouldn't fuck because I wasn't hung. I wouldn't ask as I figured not being hung was shameful to ask to fuck... I was beginning to think I was trapped in the wrong sexual preference. I could understand why some had said homosexuality is a miserable life.

Everything changed the night a kind man let me fuck him. It was out of this world. Finally, I realized how wonderful a merge of two men's bodies could be. I didn't fuck like a jack rabbit, but rather like waves along the beach slow but steady. I loved every position, but my favorite was face to face. Looking into the guy's eyes to see if what I was doing was all selfish. What I saw in that man's eyes was a look of satisfaction and pride that he was my first and that he unleashed a burden that I held in so long -- lack of sexual completion and confidence.

Though we only were together one time, I will always be thankful for what he did for me. He made me realize just how wonderful m2m sex could be. Nothing in this world can get me closer to another man physically than to just be inside him. No worry about choking, gagging, or no breath. Just a union that I wish to last as long as possible. I always wished that just once I could have been hung enough to stay inside after I shoot. I would have loved to fallen asleep just once with my cock buried in a wonderful man. Sadly, I always shriveled up and came out. Still I could enjoy my deflated cock resting in his crack, my arms wrapped around to his chest, and my chest and belly resting against his back, and my nose smelling the nape of his neck -- taking in all the warmth a man can radiate and falling asleep from his steady breathing. Nothing else comes that close to perfection & paradise.
 
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First time

I was scared but that's what caused me to try didn't want mom to know I was caught jacking off by brother. I didn't enjoy it the first time but I learned to like it.
 
So sweet

I never even fantasized about penises. I fantasized about men. I wanted to be so close to them, to feel their muscles, their body hair, to feel their warmth and to smell them (clean of course).

When I started m2m sex (age 21.5), lots of them wanted to jack off or have me suck them, some 69. For the J/O I always found that I did a better job for myself, than someone else. Being sucked was pleasurable, but nothing orgasmic. Sucking I didn't like. I didn't like some penis banging away in my mouth. I didn't like the slime going down my throat either. It reminded me of a problem I had with milk during my pre-teen years where I felt like I had to spit so often to get that mucus slime out of my throat.

Guys also wanted to fuck, which I definitely didn't like at all. I was told by some that I shouldn't fuck because I wasn't hung. I wouldn't ask as I figured not being hung was shameful to ask to fuck... I was beginning to think I was trapped in the wrong sexual preference. I could understand why some had said homosexuality is a miserable life.

Everything changed the night a kind man let me fuck him. It was out of this world. Finally, I realized how wonderful a merge of two men's bodies could be. I didn't fuck like a jack rabbit, but rather like waves along the beach slow but steady. I loved every position, but my favorite was face to face. Looking into the guy's eyes to see if what I was doing was all selfish. What I saw in that man's eyes was a look of satisfaction and pride that he was my first and that he unleashed a burden that I held in so long -- lack of sexual completion and confidence.

Though we only were together one time, I will always be thankful for what he did for me. He made me realize just how wonderful m2m sex could be. Nothing in this world can get me closer to another man physically than to just be inside him. No worry about choking, gagging, or no breath. Just a union that I wish to last as long as possible. I always wished that just once I could have been hung enough to stay inside after I shoot. I would have loved to fallen asleep just once with my cock buried in a wonderful man. Sadly, I always shriveled up and came out. Still I could enjoy my deflated cock resting in his crack, my arms wrapped around to his chest, and my chest and belly resting against his back, and my nose smelling the nape of his neck -- taking in all the warmth a man can radiate and falling asleep from his steady breathing. Nothing else comes that close to perfection & paradise.

I love fucking sissies; and now await my man to fuck me. I cant wait, love his cock, and he will fuck me in missionary so I can see his face as he fucks me.
 
As I was sucking him off: "How could something so good, be wrong?"

Afterward: "Hope we can do it again"

A little while later: "Yes, cum in my mouth all you want" as I was swallowing another load from him.

WOW :)
 
My first cocksucking experience was the result of a conversation among a mixed group of friends - the conversation turned to the subject of blow jobs. Some of the women admitted that they loved going down on cock and a couple of the girls said they hated it and one made the comment to the effect of 'if guys love getting them then they should try giving a blow job... and then see how much they like it.'

Up until then I had never had the urge to suck a dick (really) but figured that she had made a valid point. So my first experience was essentially an experiment.

To answer the question- the first thoughts that went through my mind after that first experience were:

"That wasn't so bad... actually it was quite enjoyable... how could any woman not enjoy that... I should try that again..."
 
It was all a cherished blur

It was something that I was totally afraid of but had fantasized about quite a lot. It helped that my first--in every aspect of the word--was a pretty pre-op mtf tg that I met at a bar. She flirted and I flirted back, and then conversation, and then back to her place.

I was so nervous that it really all felt like a blur, but every moment is sacred about the experience because I found out that I really do enjoy cock and it was finally more than just a fantasy.

I have considered writing a story about the whole experience, some day.
 
Thoughts after I sucked my first cock

I felt a joy, a lot of pride because I had so desperately desired giving a man a good blow job, and I had just done it!

Tasting another man's cum was so intimate and erotic. I had just done something "queer" in other people's eyes and it really turned me on.

I WAS now a cock sucker, and fortunately for me I was in a gay bathhouse my first time, so I blew 5 more men after my first guy. It felt so natural, being naked with other guys and gladly sucking their cocks in public.

Gay sex is fantastic!
 
Although my first, and only time, was very recent and a little disappointing for various reasons mostly due to the other man, I found I loved the feeling of sucking cock. He didn't cum and I was so nervous I didn't even get hard. I definitely want to be a cock sucker for Mr Right if only I can find him. Seems impossible!
 
Although my first, and only time, was very recent and a little disappointing for various reasons mostly due to the other man, I found I loved the feeling of sucking cock. He didn't cum and I was so nervous I didn't even get hard. I definitely want to be a cock sucker for Mr Right if only I can find him. Seems impossible!

Guessing if you weren't hard you weren't really attracted to him. Stop on by if you like! ;)
 
My first time was good. I just wish it had been bigger and we had more time. I want to suck some cock again and I may get my chance with a friend of mine when we meet in the summer. He has a thick 10 incher and I want to take that cock all the way down my throat.
 
Guessing if you weren't hard you weren't really attracted to him. Stop on by if you like! ;)
I think it was more the nerves generally plus the huggy kissy thing which isn't my bag at all. But I don't get 'attracted' to men anyway. Genitals is my only interest in another man, pure and simple.
 
I think it was more the nerves generally plus the huggy kissy thing which isn't my bag at all. But I don't get 'attracted' to men anyway. Genitals is my only interest in another man, pure and simple.

That makes sense. Totally get cause that's where I am too. The other would not work for me either! :)
 
the truth

The moments leading up TO that first blow job are scary and exciting.

The moments AFTER are simply satisfying. Tasting that delicious cum spread over your tongue and down your throat is fantastic.

You'll be addicted from that moment on.

I could not say it any better
 
My first few times were unpleasant, because I was a young guy being seduced/used, almost coerced by older horny guys. I learned what young women all over the world know...you can't argue with a hard cock. I regretted it, felt 'icky' and vowed not to do it again. But I continued to have sex with men I met through hitchiking. I was always receiving blow jobs or topping men, and I was fine with that. After some time I decided, of my own volition, to try sucking again, in a comfortable situation with a likable guy. It felt wonderful, as if this was always meant to be. His cock in my mouth was such a perfect fit, and his cock felt marvelous in my mouth. Afterwards I knew I would always be a cocksucker because the act of sucking was so satisfying, and making him cum was so rewarding. I felt powerful, yet submissive at the same time. And he gave me the gift of his cum as my reward. I felt completely naughty but totally fulfilled. I knew that for the rest of my life I would crave cock and cum.
 
The first time I got sucked off was in high school when I was hitchhiking. I can not remember the first time I sucked a cock but I know I was in college. I suspect I sucked because I wanted to get sucked off. I found that I really enjoyed getting a guy off. Nothing better than sucking off 3 or 4 guys and then having a guy suck me off.
 
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