The first time I met Jason, I fell for him instantly. Standing nearly six foot three, with dark brown hair combed back, a neatly trimmed mustache, only a small patch of hair on his chin that tainted his otherwise smooth face, and the deepest brown eyes I’d ever seen, his lean, tanned body was one I knew I’d want to get to know on an intimate level.
We’d met in a park along the river on a warm summer evening in August. Having answered his ad in the local newspaper, I was not expecting to get a call from him. He was looking for someone older than him; I was looking for someone his age: twenty. Even though I did not look my thirty-two years of age, I still doubted that he’d be interested in my thin, five foot eight 140-pound body. Boy was I wrong.
After chatting awhile at the park, I agreed to go out for dinner with him the next night. While I really don’t recall where we went, I do remember what happened once we returned to my house.
Sitting in my living room listening to music, I asked if he wanted a beer. Of course he said yes, so grabbing one for him and myself, we began to talk about life while we drank our beers. We talked about a lot of things, specifically about people we’d met, our experiences, etc. With the first beers gone, the second round had us both loosening up a bit. He decided to go out on the patio to smoke a cigarette, and I went to use the bathroom. When he returned, we both sat back down on the sofa, and he surprised me by asking if he could rub my shoulders. Of course I said yes, and could not resist his big hands massaging my shoulders and neck. “I just wanted to tell you that I think I like you, and hope that you like me too” he whispered, and before long we began kissing. It was the first time I had ever kissed a guy with a mustache, so the experience was interesting and very stimulating at the same time. The taste of beer and cigarette from his tongue only got me going more, and my now hard cock was beginning to leak pre-cum into my black Calvin Klein briefs. As we continued kissing and hugging each other, he asked me what I liked to do, to which I replied that I loved to suck and be sucked, as well as maybe bottom. He then told me that “well just to let you know I’m not a small guy”. As soon as he said that, I got butterflies in my stomach, and almost came in my briefs. The idea of being with a guy with a big cock was my dream. My last lover, although loving and caring, did not entirely turn me on with the deep down passion I so desperately craved. The idea of finally getting what I had been after for so long was a huge turn on. Boldly, his hand found its way to the outside of my jeans, and as he felt my erection from the outside, he whispered “mmm, somebody’s excited”. I giggled and as my hands moved from his shoulders to his thin chest, his ribs could be felt through his shirt, as well as his close to being six pack abs, and lean stomach area.
I couldn’t take it anymore, so I led him to my bedroom. Turning on the light which sat on top of my bookcase headboard, I watched with awe and utter disbelief as he unbuttoned his shirt and laid it on the bed. His smooth, lean and tanned chest was flawless. Not too muscular, nor too skinny, this boy was an Adonis in my mind. Taking off his jeans and laying them on the floor, his black bikini briefs concealed the prize I was about to win. As I quickly slipped out of my shirt and Levi jeans, our eyes met and as we embraced and kissed again, the feeling of his hot skin and firmness against mine felt like heaven. I laid back on the bed, and he laid down next to me and we resumed kissing as our hands explored each other’s chests. He stopped to run his fingers through my chest hairs, whispering only “nice” as he moved down to my briefs, where my six incher had now leaked a spot on my briefs the size of a silver dollar. Touching me from the outside, he stroked me a couple of times, then moved his had to cup my sack through my briefs. A moment later, as he kissed his way from my mouth to my nipples, then down the trail of hair leading past my navel to my briefs, his fingers pulled the waist band down, and my hard, wet cock was free at last. I obliged by letting him take my briefs off. Almost immediately, he buried is nose and mouth on my sac, and started kissing and licking and sucking each ball. With his right hand, he grabbed the base of my cock ever so slightly, only to hold it up from my groin. Slowly kissing and licking his way along the shaft up to the head, before reaching the sweet spot on the underside of my cock, he pulled off and engulfed the entire head of my cock into his mouth. I nearly came on the spot, but instead laid back on the bed moaning in complete ecstasy. This boy knew how to suck, and I had to think of anything else other than the man of my dreams blowing me in my own bed, otherwise I was afraid that I would have cum instantly. I wanted this to last more than just a minute.
After a few minutes of sucking me, he pulled my cock out of his mouth, and kissed his way back up to my lips. The taste of the beer, cigarettes, and my pre-cum mixed with his saliva almost left me breathless. I had waited long enough; now it was my turn to get my prize. I adjusted the pillows behind me, half sitting up in the bed, and as I pulled him to me, he straddled me, kneeling over my chest. I was now face to face with his bikini briefs that contained my prize – its head leaking the same sized spot as my own. Placing my mouth on his briefs and his rock hard cock, I exhaled my hot breath through my mouth, making sucking motions along the shaft towards the wet spot on his shorts. Feeling almost dizzy with desire, he held on to the headboard as I finally pulled his bikinis down to reveal what was indeed the biggest cock I’d ever been this close to. His thick dick must have been nearly eight inches – I never did ask nor did I measure it, but it was nearly twice as thick as mine. It had an incredibly sexy upward curve to it – it’s cut head pointing up – the shaft coming from a dark full bush of pubic hair above and below, that concealed his average sized balls. When I touched it for the first time with my right hand, in an instant I guided the wet head of his dick to my lips. Tasting his sweet and salty pre-cum stained dick head felt like I was tasting candy. As my expert tongue found the underside of his shaft, almost as if instinct I commenced to sucking the head in and out of my mouth. With his pre-cum flowing, his rock hard cock filled my mouth entirely. Pushing deeper into me, I tried not to gag as the head pressed against the back of my throat, while my hands, now on his perfect ass, guided him in and out of my throat. Now moving my hands from his ass first to his hairy sac to play with his full balls, then to his smooth, tanned chest, my inner sexual desire raged with complete submission and utter ecstasy as I continued to suck as much of his cock as I possibly could. This was pure bliss.
Sensing that he was about to cum, he pulled out of my mouth, and turned around to resume sucking my cock, which was still rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. I cannot recall a time in my life when I was more turned on than that moment. Laying on our sides, we continued to suck each other at the same time. In this position, the curve of his dick made it easier to take more of it in my mouth, and as my gag reflex relaxed a bit, I was able to take more of his eight inches into my eager mouth. The sheer joy and excitement began to build rapidly now. I was getting closer to cumming. I started moaning, which only caused him to increase his sucking motions on my cock. Not sure if he would pull off my cock and let me explode a huge load on my chest or not, I momentarily stopped sucking to signal to him I was getting close. He never stopped, and as my body stiffened, my load of hot cum filled his mouth, and as I continued to spasm into his mouth, he greedily swallowed every jet of my seed down his throat. This caused me to increase my work on him, and almost seconds later I was nearly choking on the huge load of cum that he began to shoot into my mouth and down my throat. Doing my best to keep it in mouth, I made the quick decision to swallow, just as he had to me. As his hot cum slid down my throat, it felt as if I had to swallow two or three mouthfuls of cum from him before the cum stopped leaking from his cock.
Now exhausted, we both collapsed on our backs in the bed. The salty, pungent taste of his sperm filled my mouth and tongue. But I didn’t care. No words could describe how blowing him felt. Without second thoughts I had eagerly swallowed his seed, just as he had swallowed mine. Although we’d only met the day before, I already felt like I had found my man, and that this was going to be the start of not only some of the best sex I had ever had, but perhaps a satisfying relationship that would last a long time.