Monorchid

I left home once I’d done my A-Levels, six weeks after my 18th birthday in 1978. I couldn’t wait to get out of the village I grew up in where everyone knew you and what you got up to. I knew I was gay, but in late 70s England that wasn’t something you advertised in a rural community. I’d got a job at the holiday camp just outside the nearest city. It was on the south coast and I was going to the university there in October. I arrived with just the left overs from my school uniform to wear – black polyester trousers, a little too tight, light blue shirts and black jumpers, coupled with a home-cut ‘pudding-bowl’ hair, and a somewhat gangly frame. I started sucking cock the day I arrived. My chalet mate knew I was gay as soon as he set eyes on me, and within three weeks I was on my knees for a lot of the staff, and even some camp guests. But now that was over. University was starting and I resolved to put the summer behind me and get on with my life. Adrian was gone – I hoped I never saw him again. My parents dropped me at the Halls of Residence Sunday afternoon and I was so relieved when they left. I had a solo room since they were topping up my grant (my dad owns an engineering factory.) Then it was a week of paperwork and signing up for courses and getting IDs. The second week, Wednesday, I went to the GaySoc. There was a postgrad who gave us a lecture about the law and being discreet and safe, and ‘gay-bashers’ and the pressures on campus YAWN YAWN Some of us went to the Student Union after for drinks, and for some reason I told them about my summer of cocksucking. I blame the beer. The guy next to me, Keith, leaned over and asked, “Did anyone suck your cock?” I looked at him a bit shocked, “Er, no.” “We’d better fix that, then.” he smiled. About half an hour later, we closed the door on his shared room in halls. He was the floor under mine, and said his room mate wouldn’t be back before the bar closed. He waved at a chair and I sat as he knelt in front of me and rubbed my thighs. Soon he had opened my fly and pulled my cock and balls out. I lay back and enjoyed him licking and sucking me until I started panting and sat up. He looked me straight in the eyes and choked me down before pulling up and sucking hard. I pumped and pumped until my spunk was dripping out of his nose and he was forced to swallow. Then he pulled off and came up to kiss me, sharing my load with me. I saw, then felt, he’d been wanking and lifted him higher to get his cock in my mouth and descended on him. He was similar to me – about 6” uncut, and fairly slim. I took him straight into my throat and when he started cumming I pulled away a little to take his cum in my mouth, then away so he sprayed my face. We eventually fell on the bed kissing and sharing his cum. Next day, I was in the library sorting out my ID when a guy came up close behind me. I turned, it was Adrian. A cannon ball sank in my belly. “Well, hello fuck boy,” he whispered in my ear, then stood away when the librarian looked up and handed me my ID. I made a hasty exit and leant against the wall outside catching my breath. A few minutes later, he came past and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me to the stairs. He hauled me into the basement toilets and pushed me to the floor then pushed down his tracksuit bottoms and flopped out his cock. “Suck.” I made to leave, but he slapped me down. “Do your thing, cocksucker.” I leant forward and took him in my mouth. I wanted this to be over quickly so worked hard on his shaft, and in only five minutes he pulsed in my throat and I held him close so I didn’t have to taste his cum. Soon, he pulled away, put himself away and left. I sat there for several minutes before heading back to the halls. I don’t know how long I’d been sitting in the common room staring into space before Keith sat across from me. There must have been a ‘look’ on my face, since when I looked up he said “Fuck, Adam, what’s up?” All I could do was shake my head. “Come on, do you want to talk about it?” I knew if I tried to speak I’d burst into tears, so I just sort of coughed and nodded. “Look, my room mate is in, but we can go to yours if you like.” I croaked out an “OK.” and we went up to my room. “A single, eh?” He said, looking around. “Yeah, my dad tops up my grant.” I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. Keith sat next to me with his arm round my shoulders and I finally started to cry. Through sniffles, I told him about Adrian forcing himself on me, and then confronting me in the toilets. “He raped you, man. You’ve gotta report him.” “How can I? They’d just blame me too. You know what it’s like.” He hugged me tight. “It hurt so much, and when I thought I’d done with it there he is – HERE – I can’t escape from him. What am I gonna do?” He let go and wiped the tears off my cheeks. “Look, I know some guys who might be able to help. At least warn him off…” I looked at him for a while, and when I didn’t say anything he said, “Well, just come with me to the club I go to sometimes. At least we can have a night out, and you definitely won’t see him there. So it was that Friday night we walked down to the Old Town and had a drink in an almost deserted tourist pub before Keith led me down a back alley to a door at the bottom of some stone steps. He rang a buzzer and the door was opened by a large, rough looking guy you really wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. “OK, boys?” he asked. “Hi,” said Keith, “I’ve been before.” He showed some kind of membership card. “This is my guest, Adam.” The doorman stood aside and let us in. I had to sign and get a card, then he opened an inner door and we went in to the bar. It was quite dark, and there were about a dozen guys there. Keith got us drinks and led me to a booth in the corner. There were three guys sat there – a skinhead, a punk and a guy in a tracksuit. The punk looked up as we approached and Keith said “Hi, Loz, this is my friend Adam.” Loz shuffled along the bench and Keith ushered me to sit down, sliding in after me. “Adam, this is Loz, Boots,” he nodded at the skinhead, “and Rat.” A nod at tracksuit guy. “This is Adam. He’s had a run in with a guy he used to work with.” I was gobsmacked – he just came straight out with it. I stumbled through the story – telling them about all the cocksucking and Adrian. “I suppose it was my fault, really. I led him on all summer.” Rat slapped the table so hard our glasses jumped. “NO! He roughed you up and forced you.” “Yeah,” I sighed and nodded. “Does it always hurt like that, though.” Boots sniggered and Loz kicked him under the table. “Sorry.” Rat leant forward, “Doesn’t have to. You didn’t get any warm up or preparation, and you don’t know how to relax for it. This one,” he elbowed Boots, “quite likes it like that sometimes, but it’s different when you want it like that. Me? I like to take it slow and easy.” “Most of the time.” Loz smirked. “Look, you’re new to all this. It takes practice and a good teacher to show you the ropes.” Rat raised his arm like he was in school, “I volunteer!” And we all laughed. I was feeling relaxed in a way I wouldn’t have expected. Not with these guys I’d usually avoid in the street. Loz, a 6’ plus punk with a 6” black mohican on his head, and black jeans and shirt covered in zips, chains and studs. Boots, about my 5”11’, skinhead in polo shirt, bleachers and braces with what my mum would call ‘Bovver Boots’. He has sharp defined features and piercing ice-blue eyes. Looking at him, I felt a bit dizzy for a second and had an urge to slide under the table and suck him off right there. Rat was older, 30s probably, and short but muscular. He seemed a bit out of place in track suit and trainers. The conversation turned to other things, and we were on our third pints when Keith decided to leave. “See you at GaySoc?” He leant down and kissed me, waved at the other, and left. I was feeling really comfortable with these guys, and asked what Rat had meant about warm up and preparation. “Well, first there’s douching, to make sure you’re clean. And then you gotta get your arse relaxed. Best way is getting rimmed.” “What?” “Getting your arse licked and sucked. Rat’s a master at eating arse.” Boots was grinning. “I’ll teach you, if you want. No pressure or expectations.” Rat said. “Well, I, er…” I reflexively licked my lips. “You want to suck Boots’ cock.” Loz winked at me. I nodded, a little sheepishly. Boots grinned at me and downed the rest of his pint, “C’mon then.” We all shuffled out of the booth, Loz went to talk to the bar staff, Boots and Rat led me to a private door and up to the top floor of the building. As we got to each floor, Rat said, “The shops are off this landing… Me and Boots’ bedrooms… That’s Loz’s room, and here’s the den.” We went into a large room with a door at the far end. Pointing, rat said, “Kitchen and bathroom.” There was old furniture spread around – sideboards and shelves along the walls and a threadbare rug in the centre with a sofa on each side and a padded turned wood armchair at each end. Boots had sat in the chair furthest from the entrance and started unlacing his boots while Rat disappeared to kitchen. I sat on one of the sofas close to Boots, and Rat returned with more bottles of beer. He kicked off his trainers and stripped to a pair of saggy Y-fronts before sitting opposite me. I looked at him open-mouthed. He was tightly muscled with almost no body hair, and his veins stood out on his arms and legs. “Don’t worry about him,” Loz said as he came in, “he’d go everywhere like that if he could.” He sat in the other chair and started unbuckling his boots. Rat had lit a spliff, and passed it to me. I took it but almost literally coughed my lungs up – I’d not even smoked a cigarette before so had no idea what I was doing. Actually, there was a lot of that tonight. Boots took the joint and sucked hard on it, then leaned over and kissed me, starting to breathe out into my mouth. Rat told me to breathe in, and when I did I didn’t cough. When I breathed out, my head was spinning a little. Boots went back to his laces and Rat came over, tapping me on the shoulder. “Lets get you douched.” He nodded to the door and I followed him through the kitchen to the bathroom.

It doesn't really matter to me, but I do like cumming on a guy's cock before he's cum so I can suck myself off him (and snog him with it if he wants.) Works the other way too 😜

Adrian came back to our shared room as I was packing. It was the end of the season at the holiday camp and I was starting university after the weekend. He’d been swimming, as usual, and wore only his uniform green speedos when he flopped onto his bed. “You off tomorrow then?” “Yeah. Getting…” He cut me off, “Better suck my cock one last time, then, eh?” He’d clocked me as gay almost as soon as we were billeted together. I couldn’t stop myself snatching glances at him – a couple of years older than me (I’m 18,) he was the camp lifeguard so spent his life in speedos and tight t-shirt with a towel round his neck. His short blonde hair was constantly damp. I learnt the ‘trade’ quickly, and had been sucking him nearly every day the whole season since. Well, him, half the male staff and a succession of holidaying dads and teens, and a few grandads for that matter. My name, trade and chalet number were scratched on many cubicle doors in the guest and staff toilets. He raised a little off the bed and pushed the speedos down to show his semi-hard 7” cock. I pulled the wet speedos off him and started licking his shaft. I knew exactly how he liked it – lots of tongue work round his shaft and balls, and under his foreskin. NO HANDS. Then take him slowly into my mouth, sucking and licking and even some nibbling until choking him into my throat. That had taken a while to learn, and the first time I had to puke in the waste bin. I was glad he had quite a slim shaft and small spongy head. Now, he easily breached my throat and seemed to really like my gagging and choking and retching – at least, it always got him harder and verbal, “Yeah, choke on me cocksucker.” Sometimes, he’d stand over me or have me with my head hanging off the end of the bed and literally fuck my throat. Today, though, he just lay on his bed while I worked his cock in my mouth and throat. I’d been swallowing his meat for about 15 minutes – my eyes and nose were streaming, there was spit and mucous all over his cock and my face, my jaw and throat were sore. I slowed and started licking round his crown to take a slight breather, but he had other ideas. He pushed me away and I landed with my chest on my bed. He had one hand on the back of my neck and pulled down my shorts and underpants with the other. I shook my head and squirmed around to try and escape, but he was much stronger than me. He hacked up a mouthful of phlegm and spat it straight on my hole, making me struggle more. “Wriggle all you like, I’ve been waiting all summer to take your cherry ass.” I felt the slimy head of his cock press against me as he held me down by the shoulders. I tried to say “No.” but I was muffled into the mattress, so I clenched as hard as I could. “The more you resist, the more it’s gonna hurt you.” And he pushed hard enough to get his head past my resistance. I screamed into the bed and tried to buck him off, but that simply let him drive in further. The stabbing burning pain was almost unbearable as he pounded into me. Slowly, though, the pain ebbed away as my sphincter and ass muscles adjusted. “Yeah, you’re a cocksucker and a fuck boy now,” he sniggered, and he picked up a faster, harder and deeper stroke. Then he started growling like he does before he cums and gave several quick sharp jabs before holding himself just inside. When his started pumping he slowly slid himself back in and rocked himself inside while his cock still pulsed. As his breathing steadied, he pulled out and sat on his bed. I stayed where I was, but reached down to pull my shorts and pants up. I didn’t want to look at him, but he reached over and grabbed the neck of my t-shirt. Pulling me towards him he said “You’re still a cocksucker, and I’ve got a dirty one here for you to clean.” I looked at the slimy, softening cock – covered in his cum and what was probably blood, and felt my gorge rising. But I knew what would happen if I didn’t. He’d slap me around like he had when I nearly puked on him. So I took him in my mouth and cleaned him off. When he was satisfied, he pushed me away, hauled on a fresh t-shirt and shorts and left.

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A friend of mine has a story about going home with a guy in the 90s and, on finding portraits of Margaret Thatcher in the living room, turned on his heels and left telling the guy "this is never going to happen." I'd feel much the same...

I fucking love sucking cock with an audience - I'd do it on stage if I had the chance 😋

I'll start at 1 and work my way to 25

You really shouldn't beat yourself up about it. We all have bad meets, and some (light) bleeding sometimes is inevitable. It's more likely if the bottom has haemorrhoids, some other kind of anorectal condition or an infection. You might want to get an std screen if you're worried.

It only hurts for a short while before endorphins take over. There are some particular areas which cause more pain, such as crossing tendons in the wrist, but generally if it's actually painful (rather than just sore) you've found yourself a bad tattooist.

Herpes infection is highly variable - I have a systematic infection (not sexually transmitted) and take daily prophylactic antivirals to prevent flare ups. I still have occasional flares but they are usually minor (just a cold sore or similar, most of the time.) The antivirals at full dose usually put it down in a few days, but I need to take them for at least a week after that to be sure. It can take up to 6 weeks for the residual pain and other sensations to go away though. You're usually only infections when there is a detectable sore, but the virus can shed in mucosal membranes (nose, mouth, anal cavity) for a while after the symptoms clear up.

In my experience, blind guys are great play mates - very tactile, which I really like. I've learnt many techniques from them.

Fuck aye! My front four bottom teeth are missing and a cock fits just nice in the gap. Don't listen to the hater - he's clearly got his own hangups.

You should be getting a publisher for this - it rivals Mason Powell's The Brig.

I'm not a medical practitioner, but I understand PreP takes 7 to 21 days to be fully effective, so you'd need to take it for a month before your trip to be safe. You'd also want to take it for some time after to be absolutely sure.

I really do believe it's my responsibility as a cocksucker to give as much pleasure as I can. Learning to please different guys makes me a better cocksucker for everyone.

A truly great cocksucker will work out how to make it good for you - it might take a few tries, but your pleasure should be his focus. How else is he going to make you cum. If it's painful, the cocksucker is doing it wrong. I speak as a cocksucker and if you said it hurt I'd be trying something different.

Would seal my lips round you when you cum 😋

Just ram it down and pump

Sounds like a sort of 1on1 bukkake to me. I can see the appeal from both sides.

I'm looking for some help with Japanese names and slang for a story I'm working on. Basically, I need a Japanese speaker to help with names, nicknames, insults, slang and a few simple sentences. Any help is greatly appreciated...

I need some help with names and slang for a story I'm working on. Basically, I need a Japanese speaker to help with names, nicknames, insults, slang and a few simple sentences. Any help is greatly appreciated...

My partner regularly sleeps inside me whether we've fucked or not. It's always better (for me) after he's loaded me up.

You know, really, all this 'advice' so far is very personal - every cock and cocksucker is different. Not everyone is going to respond to the same techniques. I have guys I've sucked who love teeth and biting and guys who go limp at the slightest scrape. Same with gagging or choking. Some like lots of ball work, others are all about their glans... You just have to experiment, learn as many techniques as you can think of, and pay attention to how your top(s) respond. The more experience you have, the better and more fulfilling the cocksucking experience will be for you and your top.

I had a buddy who organised parties - when I got an invite I knew had several mates lined up to use me. Usually him and 4 or 5 guys of all sorts. They'd all pass me round and most of them would cum in me more than once except my mate. He waited till everyone was done before sucking the cum out and then planting his own. Come to think of it - I should write it up as a story... Bottom line is: he and I trusted each other and what the other liked so it worked really well.