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I lost my virginity at the age of 15, and had girlfriends off and on, so off and on I got a blow job, or occasionally got to fuck a girl, but looking back it seemed as if sex wasn't satisfying - sort of as if I was always, in some unknown way, holding back.  In addition, as generally girls didn't want to swallow my load, I found blow jobs less than truly satisfying.

 

Anyway, I was 19 or 20 - legal but not old enough to go to bars. But I was curious about gay bars and once I tried them, I found that the doormen weren't as strict as they were at college bars. It wasn't hard to get picked up and get blow jobs, but I didn't think of any of it as more than blowing a load in a willing mouth.

 

That changed one night when I went to a biker bar and a guy named Jay started chatting me up. He seemed much older at the time (probably 40) and as we talked he cupped my cock through my jeans and massaged it. He was a big, good-looking guy, complete Marlboro man type. Keys on the left, which even then I knew meant he was a top. 

 

After a while he asked me over to his apartment, which was nearby. I told him I had no interest in bottoming or fucking of any kind and just wanted a blow job, and he said that was what he had in mind.

 

Jay gave me the first real blow job I ever had. He could take it all the way down his throat in one swallow... it was like he had muscles in his throat that could actually milk the head. Drove me crazy. He edged me for a while and then told me that when I was going to blow I should tell him. Shit, I thought, he's going to pull off and jerk me off. 

 

No way. When I said "Shit, I'm gonna come," he grabbed my ass with both hands and sucked me even deeper in his throat. I blew the biggest load of my life straight down his throat -- it was like he didn't even swallow. That was what I always wanted from sex and never found. It was fucking incredible, a complete head rush.

 

We took a break and I had a smoke while he drank a beer and put on some porn. It was hardcore fucking like I hadn't seen before -- a rough top really ripping a guy's ass. Before long I was hard as a rock again and stroking myself.

 

Jay said, "Hey, let's try something different."

 

He laid down on his back with his head hanging off the bed and said "I want you to fuck my throat like that guy" (the guy in the movie). "Don't worry. You can't hurt me. Make me gag on it. Make me take it."

 

He got a bottle of poppers out of a drawer and took four hard hits on it, finishing with putting the bottle in his mouth and taking a mouth hit. By the time he was done he was grabbing for my cock and shoving it in his mouth, groaning.

 

I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth like I was fucking an ass (or a pussy). He just moaned and took it. It started to feel good, so I did it harder. Then it started to feel really good. I went harder. 

 

After a few minutes, he coughed and started to choke, and I automatically started to pull out, but he groaned and grabbed my ass, holding my cock in his throat. When he was sure I wasn't going to stop he got out the poppers again and took a couple more hits, then took me down his throat again until he choked.

 

This time I didn't hesitate and pounded his throat. The more he coughed and gasped, the more I fucked his throat. He never touched his cock but it was completely hard.

 

For the first time in my life I felt like this was the way I wanted to fuck -- just using a mouth like a hole. This time when I came I held his head and forced my cock and cum as far down his throat as I could, yelling.

 

When I let go he just curled up on the bed and tried to get his breath. After a while he said, "That's how you fuck a throat, man. That's how you fuck, period."

 

Jay gave me his number and I called him a few days later. Over the next few months he taught me a lot more, including how to use poppers and how to get in the head space where the bottom is absolutely nothing but a hole.

 

There are more stories, but that's enough for now.

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Glad you like the story. 

 

Sorry to tell you I never did fuck Jay. He was primarily a top, but he saw something in me he wanted to bring out as a mentor, I guess. Some of the things he taught me over time were these:

 

- I was going to bathhouses for anon sex. It felt better than "relationship sex" -- I liked the anonymity of it, I liked the predatory nature of it, I liked the no-bullshit aspect of it. I could go from seeing a guy to having him sucking my cock without a word (best case scenario). He taught me that this was just fine, admirable, and that I should enjoy it while I was young.

 

- He taught me that there was nothing wrong with being a top and not versatile in any way. Versatile is not bad, it's just not me. When I tried it I wasn't sure I was gay (I was young) because it felt wrong for me. Jay taught me that was perfectly natural, too, because he felt that way most of the time.

 

- Sounds dumb, but I didn't realize that there were guys who just wanted to bottom the way I just wanted to top, and even better there were men who got off even harder when I treated them like anonymous holes for my cum. This felt great. This felt right.

 

- He taught me that I deserved having my load swallowed and taken. It was a big hard-off when I was getting sucked off by a guy and he would pull away when he felt me cumming, or worse, spitting it out. He taught me there were cocksuckers who could not get enough cum in their throat (or ass) and I deserved to be with them. And that blowjobs that were basically hand jobs with a mouth on the tip of the dick -- fuck that. Balls should hit chins.

 

- I had been smoking since I was 15 — girls hated it and I didn't care. When I turned 18 I went to a cigar shop and had them teach me about decent cigars. Jay didn't care. One of my formative experiences was kicking back on his bed with a beer and a cigar watching bareback porn and having him edge me over and over again. After I came, he shifted down to my ass and rimmed me until I got hard again (I was 20 or so, it didn't take too long) and before long I was cumming down his throat again.

 

All these things were lessons, or, I guess, formative experiences that took things I was already feeling and showed me how to make them real. The first time I really fucked a guy was at Jay's -- but it wasn't Jay. I'll write about that another time.

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OK, I finally got time to answer your questions...

I went over to Jay's every week or two for about four months. Like I said, he was a top but still versatile enough to want to show me how to do it right. He would lay with his head hanging over the bed and I would stand over him and fuck his throat, usually after he took a big hit of poppers. I tried poppers and thought they were OK, but I was 20 or 21 and didn't really need them, if you know what I mean (and I didn't like the headache afterward).

Jay had a three-bedroom apartment and had regular sex parties. I never went, but he showed me some photos -- sucking, fucking, some on a rim seat and a few with a guy getting pissed on in a bathtub. Jay's face was never in them, but he was always topping.

Anyway, we had one really hot throat-fucking session one day. I had taken a huge hit of poppers and found myself really just raping his throat (he was poppered up and willing, of course). The gagging and coughing really turned me on and I shot hard.

Later when we were cleaning up he invited me to come to a party that Saturday night -- "no pressure," just a chance to hang out and see what was up.

It was a pretty horny scene in some ways -- and in others, not so much to me. There were some guys in full leather, which didn't interest me. One bedroom had an anything goes scene with guys sucking and fucking. In the living room there was a lot of beer and a couple of pigs going around sucking any cock they could find. Since I was new and younger, both were on me pretty quickly -- one was OK and the other was pretty good, but what felt great was when they sucked my dick at the same time (one on the shaft, one on the head). After some of this I shot a load and they both were on me trying to eat every drop.

After that I had another beer and a couple of smokes, deciding whether I wanted to stay or not. I was horny again pretty quick but to be honest the scene wasn't as hot as I wanted. I went to the back to see if I could find Jay.

The door to the back bedroom was only about half-open. There was no light. I went in and found a guy just a few years older than me sprawled on the bed on his stomach, really out of it. One of the leather guys was fucking him, and another guy was holding down the guy's arms, which was barely necessary since the guy getting fucked was just moaning softly. Two more guys were watching and jerking it -- one of them was Jay.

The leather guy started making noises like he was going to come, and the guy holding down the bottom's arms started saying, "Do it. Shoot that load. Shoot that load in his ass. Get it in there. Get it deep." The leather guy suddenly shuddered, pushed as far as he could into the young guy's ass, and obviously dropped a huge load inside.

Suddenly Jay's arm was around me. "You want that?" he said. I shook my head no and realized I'd been jerking my cock.

"Come on, man," Jay said. "Just put the tip in. See how it feels." The guy on the bed was sort of groping behind himself blindly, feeling around for a cock.

So I did. Grabbed his ass and just put the tip of my cock in. It was warm and very slick with cum. The guy tried to back up on my dick. I didn't want to do it, but suddenly I was really hard and thought maybe I would jerk off on the guy's asshole.

I felt Jay's arm around me. With his left hand he put a bottle of poppers under my nostril and closed the other nostril. With his other hand he guided my dick deeper into the guy's ass. These poppers were a LOT better than the ones he'd used before and suddenly all I wanted to do was fuck this kid's ass. Hard.

And I did it. He started to moan and yell and the guy holding his arms locked his arms to the bed and locked eyes with me while I fucked what turned out to be his boyfriend, who was being whored out for the night. "Fucking load his ass!" the guy commanded, and I shot REALLY quick, quicker than I thought possible. Without even thinking about or being aware it was happening I was cumming up his ass and it felt great.

To this day I still like a lot of things I really discovered that day -- anon sex, hard sex, being serviced by guys who were being whored out by their boyfriends. Still love fucking a throat while a guy's getting fucked at the other end, preferably by his partner or master who is getting off by watching his sub used.

Anyone into that, hit me up.

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