When did you know that you are a cocksucker?

I knew I was a cocksucker the first time I sucked my girl's cock and she blew her load down my throat.

Afterwards, we went to see a movie together. I wanted to tell everyone in the theater that I had just sucked her cock and I could still taste her cum on my tongue. I was proud of what I had done. It felt like an accomplishment.
 
The first guy I met was at a local park. He pulled up next to me and got in the passenger side. We talked for a minute getting comfortable. He asked if I was nervous and I said yes a bit. He reached down and unbuttoned his shorts he unzipped and pulled out his big thick beautiful cock. He stroked it and said here feel it. I wrapped my hand around it. So much bigger than mine. He was around 9 he told me. I knew feeling it I had to suck it. As I slid my open mouth over the head...I knew I was hooked.
 
In my last summer in high school. Best buddy and I went out to deserted beach, had a few beers, then went skinny dipping. We ended up that afternoon doing 69 twice. We both swallowed, I enjoyed it immensely. I’m certain he enjoyed it very much…or seemed too, as his cock was unloading in my mouth. LOL

Edit: My first time was too young, and somewhat non consensual. I didn’t enjoy it. But it sort of opened my eyes to my best buddy. Only had the one day encounter with him, but a couple of years later hit the jackpot with another good friend. He had a fabulous cock, and he always returned the favor. Of course he was the winner in one regard. He had a fast recovery time, so the ratio was about 3::1 in his favor. No regrets…lol.
 
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I knew I was Bi when I was in my teens and fantasized about sucking cock alot. It wasn't until I was in my 30's that I discovered gloryholes in my area (1990's Boise) and sucked my first cock. As I read earlier, I knew while I was sucking my first cock that it was not my last. I've been hooked ever since.
 
It took me a long time to accept and identify as a cocksucker. I had already sucked few guys, kissed one or two and even been fucked up my ass by one guy, before I thought of myself as a cocksucker. I didn't regret any of it, as I slowly progressed from playing the dominant role. I mean that I was the one getting sucked or fucking his ass at first. Over time I got more relaxed and comfortable being in bed with a hard naked horny man, and I opened my mind to trying more things while I had the opportunity. By then I was ready for almost any kind of gay sex, I tried it and I enjoyed it.
But I didn't think of myself as a cocksucker until I deliberately walked into a gay bar, with the intent of finding a cock to suck. I also hung out at the local gay cruise park, where I found plenty of guys to suck and fuck.
I guess the difference for me was that most often I'd get picked up hitchhiking by a guy who wanted me. He'd offer me to join him at his place for a drink or to smoke a joint, then before long my cock was in his mouth, which led to every kind of gay sex, progressively. But it's different when I made the decision that I wanted some cock. Then I knew I was a cock sucker
 
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. When I was on my knees between my college professors legs. Holding. Stroking and admiring his cock.
So hard. So hot. Throbbing. My mouth was watering my heart was beating so hard.
He was so gentle and kind to me. Telling me that I looked so go where I was. And that it was OK. To take my time and enjoy the experience. He stroked my face and hair.
I kissed and licked the ehad of his cock.
The taste of precum amazed me. I wanted more. Looking up at my professor he smiled and nodded "go ahead... its ok.."
I opened my mouth and took his cock in.
I was fantastic..amazing... my mind exploded... I wanted more and more.
I sucked and bobbed up and down. Doing all of the things other guys had done to my cock.
I knew then I was a cocksucker
 
I played around with a friends cock when I was younger, he could never convence me to suck him. In my 20's I discovered gloryholes and had my cock sucked many times. It was not until my late 30's that I tried it myself, met a guy in an ABS and he gave me a BJ in one of the theater rooms, that was a first as others that I had recieved from men had been through gloryholes. He was really enjoying himself and that made me want to try. A few weeks later I met him again and I asked him to go to the booths and sucked him through the gloryhole. I was hooked, the smell, the taste and enjoyment I recieved from pleasuring him was exhilirating, I was hooked. My advice: Be careful, sucking cock is adicktive!
 
I played around with a friends cock when I was younger, he could never convence me to suck him. In my 20's I discovered gloryholes and had my cock sucked many times. It was not until my late 30's that I tried it myself, met a guy in an ABS and he gave me a BJ in one of the theater rooms, that was a first as others that I had recieved from men had been through gloryholes. He was really enjoying himself and that made me want to try. A few weeks later I met him again and I asked him to go to the booths and sucked him through the gloryhole. I was hooked, the smell, the taste and enjoyment I recieved from pleasuring him was exhilirating, I was hooked. My advice: Be careful, sucking cock is adicktive!
Mmmm! It definitely is! 🔥
 
The answer, I suppose, depends on the definition of Know.

I sort of "knew" several years ago when I started reading about sex with gay men. I can't remember which stories were the first, but the Anne Rice "Sleeping Beauty" novels were among them.

Yes, I found the stories disturbing. I had learned as a boy that men don't do such things. That was the realm of perverts, and I had seen what the other boys did to presumed perverts. I certainly didn't want to be targeted like that; nobody had to tell me I wanted to be straight.

And yet, though I was straight, I still found the stories from Anne Rice and others intriguing. Just a little intriguing at first, but the intrigue began to grow. It grew until I quit consciously avoiding the stories. Not that I had any actual interest in men; I was straight, after all. The stories were just a curiosity.

But something more began to happen. I began to wonder what it would be like to be with a man. Those thoughts weren't really gay, because I wasn't thinking about sucking cock or letting a man fuck me. I was wondering how a blowjob from a man would be different from a woman, or whether fucking a man's ass felt any different from fucking a woman. In other words, I still knew I was straight.

Except the curiosity evolved into fantasies. I began to imagine sex with a couple my wife and I knew. I'll call them Lisa and Jerry. Though I never figured out how things would transpire, I imagined that Lisa and my wife would somehow coerce me into servicing Jerry. It would begin with me on my knees and sucking Jerry, before he would take me doggy-style.

The fantasy was both scary and exciting. It was scary, because I was straight, and sex with Jerry would be a perversion. But the thought of taking his cock thrilled me in ways I hadn't felt in years. Yes, I was straight ... or was I?

Lisa and Jerry moved away a short time later, but the fantasies continued. Finally, I came to accept that I wasn't exactly straight. A part of me was gay.

Gay enough to actually have sex with a man? Would I have the courage if the opportunity presented itself? Or was I still too straight?

The opportunity came in October 2019, when I went to Denver for a convention. I learned of a bathhouse a short Lyft ride from downtown, and I began to think about going there. But oh, the fear that someone would recognize me, never mind I was 1,300 miles from home. And I wondered what would happen if I actually met a man. Would I be brave enough to have sex with him? Or was I truly straight?

Well, I found a man that night, the first of three actually. And I'll never forget the moment when I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my hand and opened my mouth to receive his shaft. It was a truly amazing moment that I will never forget. And as I bobbed up and down on that cock, I realized I could never consider myself straight again. That was the moment I knew that I would always be a cocksucker.
 
Well in my early teens I sucked a few, but put it on the back burner when I started dating. But all them years I had fantasies about cock. Then the wife lost interest in sex, I went back to sucking cock. Now for married guys that don't get sex at home.
I have been a feeder, and cocksucking men even women chose to suck me. I only thought that it was men who were the only cocksuckers. First was a mature woman in 50s. She trained me to eat pussy, how she loved being kissed and sucked several places. Yrs later married work on the Alaska pipeline got a little drunk roommate said he has been horny for weeks. First we jerking, then asked if he could jerk me, sure, I said. He was jerking and shot his load. I had to finish it myself. The next time he asked I said sure. Had a good climax, he too was close and shot his load just as was about shoot . He nursed me for minutes that was new to me he just held my cock at the back of his throat. Most of the three more months he was just sucking at nights a couple times in mornings, the last two months he was sucking several guys that we worked with. One guy on final night there, a three way I licked but I wasn't into sucking it worked out perfectly for them. I managed to shoot two loads. Years and years before wife set up a swapping. She and another couple got me do sucking. They were neighbors and Dan and I had been in a bass fishing club we rarely fishing together after our first swapping he became my suck buddy. I found out that he had prostate issues, couldn't get up, so that worked great for me and a lot of horny club members. I jerked a lot with other guys. Out 34 guys 17 guys were playing, most had their favorite. Norman claimed me to be his cock feeder.
 
I played with friends when I was younger but got really committed later in life. I asked a gay friend of the family to allow me to spend some time with him when I was in my thirties. He was very gracious with his penis. Allowing me to suck him off and eventually breeding me.

That was the beginning of my addiction. Thirty years and a hundred or so cocks later and I still can’t get enough.
 
I played around here and there, usually with my wife and other friends for the last 20 years. It wasn't until recently that I realized I prefer just to be a cocksucker more than anything else.
I knew I liked cock a long time ago. Had a buddy who I sucked for over 20 years until he moved away
 
I knew it after my first gay encounter. First he sucked me, and it was wonderful. Then he offered me his cock, and I eagerly took it 8n my mouth. It was amazing. I knew right away ⁷I was a cocksucker. If a guy wants to suck me that is fine, but sucking him is what I am after.
 
It’s funny how it starts I mean it was just there in front of me a friend showing me his and I was just looking at so big and thick I asked I can touch it he yes, so heavy it was in my face I was so close I gave it a stroke, so hard I just went for it my lips side over the head the texture was pleasing to my lips and the spongy head felt so good the flesh ran across my tongue the huge rubbed the roof of my mouth my tongue slipped along the bottom part. A salty taste on my tongue. I remember moaning hard and then gave into it.
 
I had recently learned from my wife that a male friend/colleague was gay. I had often wondered what sucking cock was like. The friend agreed to let me try. I was instantly hooked, though for various reasons it was a number of years before I repeated.
 
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