OlFiddleMan
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I suppose most bi or gay guys have either a particularly memorable blowjob buddy experience or an idealized fantasy of what it would be like. My highpoint came about 12 years ago when I met a guy in an online bisexual forum who was just looking to get some occasional head and hangout. He was a 20 year old junior in college, mixed Hispanic/Scandinavian heritage, with a small build (he was about 5'4-5" and no more than 130 lbs or so--I saw a picture of his mother once at his apartment, strikingly beautiful but very tiny latina whom he obviously inherited some of his size from). He had somewhat of an androgynous yet handsome look, with expressive dark eyes and only the slightest wisp of facial hair, but also a nice thick 6 incher in his pants.
The first time we chatted he was open about leaning more straight than bi and not really looking to do any sucking himself, but just being very horny and looking for an outlet and openminded enough not to care whether it was a man or woman's lips nursing on his dick. We met up one weekend at his apartment (I figured he would be more comfortable in a familiar surrounding his first time) when his roommate was working a long shift and we had his place to ourselves. After half an hour of drinking and watching a game on TV I casually asked if he was still interested in getting his cock sucked. He blushed and admitted he was excited but also pretty nervous. I told him he could lift his butt up a little off the seat so I could pull down his shorts and close his eyes and relax and I would take care of the rest. I slid them down and his brownish-tan cock popped out, already stiffening and towering over a plump pair of nuts. Resting my face in his lap, I sucked his balls into my mouth and began slowly stroking his cock with my hand, teasing the head with my thumb as I tugged on the shaft, while he leaned his head back and let out a soft hum/sigh. After a few minutes coating his nuts with my saliva, I licked my way up his rock hard and sensitive shaft and began nursing on his mushroom head while he began to audibly encourage me. I slowly lowered my lips down his tube a half inch at a time, twirling my tongue and varying the intensity of the suction to try and mimic the feel of a receptive pussy--i was gratified when I began feeling him move his fingers through my hair and slightly guide my face while his ass began lifting off the couch to thrust more of his cock into my mouth. That first blowjob was somewhere between a leisurely probing of my mouth cavity and a skullfuck, and I enjoyed it when he started gripping my head tightly and forcing his erection deeper, as I tried to keep from coughing on his deeper penetrations as his wet balls began to nuzzle near my chin. It didn't take too long before I felt his pacing get erratic and could sense he was about to blow his load. He called out, twice, that he was gonna cum, I guess to be polite and give me ample warning if i wanted to pull off him. Instead I buried my face tight against his crotch as I felt the telltale surge in his shaft and the pisshole of his cock splooged forth three thick ropes of semen before dribbling out a few more pulses of jizz--I gulped heartily so he would know I appreciated the offering of such a bountiful load (Later on, I would tell him he never had to announce when he was cumming if he didn't want to--it was a GIVEN that I was going to swallow his spunk, unless HE decided he'd rather coat my face, or anyplace else, with his goo. A nice-looking, virile young guy with some cum-filled balls, I figured he'd earned that right). I kept my mouth on his meat long after he had stopped cumming, allowing him to soften in my mouth as his hand massaged my forehead and his breathing returned to normal. I finally lifted my lips from his dick and sat up and he said breathily, "Thanks, that felt awesome!" I thanked him for the big load, then we got a bite to eat from the fridge, continued to watch the game and engaged in some small talk for an hour.
At that point I asked him if he felt like he needed another round of head that night or if i was good to go. He laughed and said he felt pretty well drained. As he was walking me to the door I told him, "Listen, I know how it is, a young guy with classes and a part-time job and stressed out half the time. Some days you just want a warm, receptive place to thrust your dick into and let out all the anxiousness inside you in one big burst of baby batter so you can relax and enjoy life a little. If you want to, we can make this a standing appointment." His face lit up and we agreed to meet every other weekend--at least, that was the formal schedule. Every now and then I'd get a call at work, "Hey, it's David, I've got a big test in a couple of days and I'm randy as fuck. Can I cum over tonight and drop a load between your lips?" I didn't mind that my mouth was a jizz receptacle for his swollen testicles, it actually turned me on. As we got better acquainted I'd suck a load out of his balls and he'd be like,"Hey, do you mind keeping your mouth on my cock for awhile? I'm feeling really pent up and hot tonight, I feel like I can shoot out 2 or 3 helpings." I didn't mind, and he never disappointed. Over time he ended up giving me a few handjobs but wasn't into giving head, which didn't bother me--I could practically get off just by the feeling of his urgent thrusts against my inner cheeks and the roof of my mouth. We kept up the arrangement for 7 or 8 months and over that time I probably swallowed at least 3 dozen loads--on many nights there'd be multiples. I'm sure no more than a month ever goes by when I don't take a few moments to think back about him--the warm smile, fun personality, and those everfull nuts of his.
The first time we chatted he was open about leaning more straight than bi and not really looking to do any sucking himself, but just being very horny and looking for an outlet and openminded enough not to care whether it was a man or woman's lips nursing on his dick. We met up one weekend at his apartment (I figured he would be more comfortable in a familiar surrounding his first time) when his roommate was working a long shift and we had his place to ourselves. After half an hour of drinking and watching a game on TV I casually asked if he was still interested in getting his cock sucked. He blushed and admitted he was excited but also pretty nervous. I told him he could lift his butt up a little off the seat so I could pull down his shorts and close his eyes and relax and I would take care of the rest. I slid them down and his brownish-tan cock popped out, already stiffening and towering over a plump pair of nuts. Resting my face in his lap, I sucked his balls into my mouth and began slowly stroking his cock with my hand, teasing the head with my thumb as I tugged on the shaft, while he leaned his head back and let out a soft hum/sigh. After a few minutes coating his nuts with my saliva, I licked my way up his rock hard and sensitive shaft and began nursing on his mushroom head while he began to audibly encourage me. I slowly lowered my lips down his tube a half inch at a time, twirling my tongue and varying the intensity of the suction to try and mimic the feel of a receptive pussy--i was gratified when I began feeling him move his fingers through my hair and slightly guide my face while his ass began lifting off the couch to thrust more of his cock into my mouth. That first blowjob was somewhere between a leisurely probing of my mouth cavity and a skullfuck, and I enjoyed it when he started gripping my head tightly and forcing his erection deeper, as I tried to keep from coughing on his deeper penetrations as his wet balls began to nuzzle near my chin. It didn't take too long before I felt his pacing get erratic and could sense he was about to blow his load. He called out, twice, that he was gonna cum, I guess to be polite and give me ample warning if i wanted to pull off him. Instead I buried my face tight against his crotch as I felt the telltale surge in his shaft and the pisshole of his cock splooged forth three thick ropes of semen before dribbling out a few more pulses of jizz--I gulped heartily so he would know I appreciated the offering of such a bountiful load (Later on, I would tell him he never had to announce when he was cumming if he didn't want to--it was a GIVEN that I was going to swallow his spunk, unless HE decided he'd rather coat my face, or anyplace else, with his goo. A nice-looking, virile young guy with some cum-filled balls, I figured he'd earned that right). I kept my mouth on his meat long after he had stopped cumming, allowing him to soften in my mouth as his hand massaged my forehead and his breathing returned to normal. I finally lifted my lips from his dick and sat up and he said breathily, "Thanks, that felt awesome!" I thanked him for the big load, then we got a bite to eat from the fridge, continued to watch the game and engaged in some small talk for an hour.
At that point I asked him if he felt like he needed another round of head that night or if i was good to go. He laughed and said he felt pretty well drained. As he was walking me to the door I told him, "Listen, I know how it is, a young guy with classes and a part-time job and stressed out half the time. Some days you just want a warm, receptive place to thrust your dick into and let out all the anxiousness inside you in one big burst of baby batter so you can relax and enjoy life a little. If you want to, we can make this a standing appointment." His face lit up and we agreed to meet every other weekend--at least, that was the formal schedule. Every now and then I'd get a call at work, "Hey, it's David, I've got a big test in a couple of days and I'm randy as fuck. Can I cum over tonight and drop a load between your lips?" I didn't mind that my mouth was a jizz receptacle for his swollen testicles, it actually turned me on. As we got better acquainted I'd suck a load out of his balls and he'd be like,"Hey, do you mind keeping your mouth on my cock for awhile? I'm feeling really pent up and hot tonight, I feel like I can shoot out 2 or 3 helpings." I didn't mind, and he never disappointed. Over time he ended up giving me a few handjobs but wasn't into giving head, which didn't bother me--I could practically get off just by the feeling of his urgent thrusts against my inner cheeks and the roof of my mouth. We kept up the arrangement for 7 or 8 months and over that time I probably swallowed at least 3 dozen loads--on many nights there'd be multiples. I'm sure no more than a month ever goes by when I don't take a few moments to think back about him--the warm smile, fun personality, and those everfull nuts of his.