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I was 17 and met him on the beach, he was 28.  Went to his place and that 1st time I took about half of his 7" in my mouth, but he said I was a natural born cocksucker.  Fast forward 3 weeks and my nose hit his bush.  He was also the guy who took my cherry that 1st week.

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My best friend's dad. I knew he played around with my BF and I asked if he would teach me to suck his cock. The day came and it was just me and him. He was only wearing  white briefs and I was staring at his bulge. He instructed me to run my hands over hi bulge and massage his balls. I could feel his cock grow thicker and harder. He took it out and told me to open my mouth. I did and he put his helmet an about third of his shaft in my mouth and he told me to close my mouth round his shaft and use my tongue to tease his cock. I did what I was told. He grunted and moaned and I was so turned on by sexually pleasing such a man. Gradually he pushed more of his cock in my mouth until I reached my limit. He told me I was doing a great job and I was gunna make him cum. He said he had to cum in my mouth and to get ready for it. I nodded and he started shooting in my mouth - man it was all I ever wanted. He emptied his balls in my mouth and told me I did a good job for my first time.

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Following on from my last post about ow my BF's dad taught me to suck cock. He shot his load in my mouth on the first time Sucked him. From then he was cumin in my mouth 3 or 4 times a week. I thought I was doing a good job until he told me that I had to learn to take his whole cock down my throat. He started as usual with about half his shaft in my mouth then he said he was gunna slowly make me swallow the rest of it. I was gagging but he held my head and pushed more and more of his hard meat in my mouth. He instructed me to breath only through my nose and to elaborate my throat. He had three quarters of his shaft in me and his helmet was already past my tonsils. I thought h would be happy with that but no. He told me that only when his balls were pressed hard against my chin would I have all his shaft in me. I was still gagging but he encouraged me to keep going. Finally his hairy balls were on my chin and I could smell them. he was so turned on and so was I. He said he was gunna stay deep in my throat. Soon I felt his shaft throb and his helmet began to pulse in my throat.Then it happened, he began to shoot thick ropes of cum in my throat. I felt like I was drowning in sperm and tried to pull back but he had a strong grip on my head and kept me in place until he finished seeding my throat. He told be that from now he was gunna cum in my throat like that every time.

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On 10/1/2019 at 2:27 PM, twoguyssssss4fun said:

Black kid named Brian  got me started.. In the woods after school. Came very naturally to me. He said to put his dick in my mouth and suck it and I did. He was ten I was nine. His dick was a lot bigger and he could actually cum.  I don't know if I was that great or even if I am that great at it now. I really have to be into the guy to love sucking his dick.  I think i was totally into Brian lol

nice experience for you

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I started with a neighbor kid who was my own age. We did it in his parent's garage. Since we knew them as "blow jobs" I literally started blowing on his cock. We were 12 at the time. LOL  We quickly understood that we were really supposed to suck, not blow, and the rest is history.  My friend had a really small penis so my indoctrination into cock-sucking was very smooth. 

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Was a bit of a late bloomer and essentially learnt from porn. By the time I eventually gave my first blowjob (at 18) to a guy about 8 years older than me, he loved it but was adamant that it can't have been my first time giving head because I was too good at it for a first timer.

 

To this day I am proud of my cock sucking ability and to make men squirm with pleasure.

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3 hours ago, kiwiguyuk said:

Was a bit of a late bloomer and essentially learnt from porn. By the time I eventually gave my first blowjob (at 18) to a guy about 8 years older than me, he loved it but was adamant that it can't have been my first time giving head because I was too good at it for a first timer.

 

To this day I am proud of my cock sucking ability and to make men squirm with pleasure.

I also learned to suck cock from watching porn.

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I learned to suck cock with guidance and instruction from my Dad and uncle Theo.

I had seen my Dad's morning wood numerous times, was always intriqued by it as a kid.

My older brother is almost 3 years older than me.  He started to show bush at 12 or so.

They had started to mess around when my bro was 11.  Him stroking my dad to get him off.

Dad then started to show him how to suck, dad sucking my bro to teach him technqiue. 

I watched a few times, and dad then asked if I wanted to practice on my bro. and I really wanted to try.

it was god thing he started me on my bro; as he wasn't quite full size then.

was a big differnece when i started with dad... and then uncle theo.

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So many times - just thinking of the times - young , skinny boy - times with my friends - time in the woods - times from friends , strangers , older fem boy , Family members , Dad , Mother enjoying Big Black Dicks - drinking - smoking weed !   Love to turn the clock back - Dicks - Dicks - Spitting - squirting - cum loads - more - more - becoming a young slut / whore - doing me !  

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I learned how to suck dick right after I discovered a restroom at one of the 10,000 lakes where I grew up in which guys cruised each other. 

Initially I stumbled into the bathroom because we would ride our bikes up to the lake all the time and I had to use the bathroom. Luckily I have 2 sisters so we all ran to the bathroom and while I saw in there no one was there but I saw the signs.  What I mean is I saw the wall art for a good time....  

Over the next few weeks whenever I could I rode up to the lake by myself and on the next trip brought a pen.  With that pen I added that I'd be back at blah blah.   And I made the plan to come back.  When I did I was met by the initial writer.  I was hoping I wouldn't be turned down since I wasn't quite yet legal age, luckily I wasn't and he pulled down my pants and went to town. A few minutes later,  probably 3 total I came and my cocksucker swallowed my youthful load. After that I thought I was done, but he expected the same fun he gave me. He stood up and unzipped his pants and told me to sit. I did as told and before I knew I was getting a masterclass on sucking cock from an expert and was loving it.  As I was swallowing his dick he kept telling me to look in his eyes, which started my fetish of looking into their eyes and experiencing their pleasure through the lm during future blow jobs. And after that first day I was addicted and if I ever get to suck any of you off watch me watching you. 

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1 hour ago, blkoraltm said:

I learned how to suck dick right after I discovered a restroom at one of the 10,000 lakes where I grew up in which guys cruised each other. 

Initially I stumbled into the bathroom because we would ride our bikes up to the lake all the time and I had to use the bathroom. Luckily I have 2 sisters so we all ran to the bathroom and while I saw in there no one was there but I saw the signs.  What I mean is I saw the wall art for a good time....  

Over the next few weeks whenever I could I rode up to the lake by myself and on the next trip brought a pen.  With that pen I added that I'd be back at blah blah.   And I made the plan to come back.  When I did I was met by the initial writer.  I was hoping I wouldn't be turned down since I wasn't quite yet legal age, luckily I wasn't and he pulled down my pants and went to town. A few minutes later,  probably 3 total I came and my cocksucker swallowed my youthful load. After that I thought I was done, but he expected the same fun he gave me. He stood up and unzipped his pants and told me to sit. I did as told and before I knew I was getting a masterclass on sucking cock from an expert and was loving it.  As I was swallowing his dick he kept telling me to look in his eyes, which started my fetish of looking into their eyes and experiencing their pleasure through the lm during future blow jobs. And after that first day I was addicted and if I ever get to suck any of you off watch me watching you. 

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Hot experience, but when I top I don’t want ‘blow job eyes’ looking up at me. My cock and load should be the only affirmation you need, not looking into my eyes.

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      Now they were due any minute. He soon saw Kevin's car and two very tired looking college boys dragging luggage to the house. "Dad." Kevin said as he hugged his father. "Kevin, welcome home." "Dad, this is Greg." Kevin said as an introduction. "Hello sir." Greg added. "No, call me Brad. I hate being called sir or mister." "Okay, Brad it is." Brad shook Greg's hand and noticed something on his breath and on his upper lip. Brad was very perceptive and he knew the smell and look of stale cum when it was there, no matter how faint. He got the vibe right away, Greg is just as gay as he was and Kevin did not know. He was told that they would stop to sleep at a rest stop and Brad knew Greg must have stepped out for a quickie. Greg blushed, he knew what Brad knew. "You guys must be hungry and tired. I have some food in the kitchen then you can wash up and get to sleep." It was pretty late and they had plenty of time. 

      After a couple of days Kevin went to visit his mom and it was Brad and Greg alone. The first day Brad decided to spend it by his pool. It was hot. He put on trunks and some suntan lotion and went to his patio chair. Greg joined him. The two got along real well. Brad wanted to ask the question when they were alone. "So, you are gay like me?" "Yeah. I have known for years." "Why have you never told Kevin?" "As weird as it sounds, it has never come up. Neither of us are partiers, we stick to studies. We both are taking hard core classes and neither of us want to fuck up our grades. So we have spent what little time off we had watching movies and stuff. I know it will not be bad for him to find out. He loves you and cannot stop bragging about you. My family has either died or forced me out so Kevin became the person I just hung out with and we just don't do anything that made coming out a big deal." Brad seemed to be pouring his heart out. "What about you. I know enough to know that you are a gift giver from your tattoos." He had a biohazard and scorpion tat on his chest. Brad laughed, "You don't do anything?" "I never said that, I am too busy most of the time. I still sneak a peak online and hit a gloryhole when I need relief. It is just very rare." Brad looked at Greg, I mean really looked, for the first time. This this, well built young man was beautiful. The attraction was there but would it could it lead anywhere? Brad had rules with sex, no condoms and no pulling out. He was a dominate top and that was that. Would Greg be into this and what would he tell his son. Greg leaned in and kissed Brad. Fuck it, he will think of something. 
      Brad grabbed Greg's hands, "Let's take this to the bedroom." They got there in record time and were naked and making out right away. Greg kissed his way down Brad's body. When he reached Brad's dick he kissed the head then started to suck it. Brad moved into a 69 position and returned the favor. When they were both nice and hard Brad grabbed some lube and rubbed some on his finger. He inserted it into Greg's ass both lubing and priming it up. Brad could tell that this would be his first time taking anything in his ass. Well it was too late now Brad pushed his mushroom head against Greg's virgin hole and pushed himself into it. Greg whimpered as his ass opened and spread to accommodate this invader. Greg looked like he was experiencing a mixture of pain, fear and ecstasy. Brad loved that look on a boy getting his ass roughed up for the first time. He fucked Greg hard. Greg was now moaning. Brad was going to make sure the bug took effect. Because he used so little lube and was in by force more than anything Greg's insides were tearing. Nothing too bad but enough for him to accept the gift of Brad's precious seed and all it's toxicity. Greg was now cumming all over his chest and belly. Brad scooped up all of it and fed it to Greg. "No sperm gets wasted with me." "Yes." "No, no, no yes Daddy." "Yes Daddy. Fuck me Daddy, poz me Daddy, make me your poz cum slut Daddy." With that Brad could take no more. He shot a load right into Greg's ass. "I am not done yet." "Daddy, please give me more." "Of course baby. Daddy loves to share his seed with the willing." Brad pumped more into Greg. This continued until Brad had nothing left. He inserted a specially made butt plug to keep in as much as possible. He fed Greg the rest. This was just the start of the day. After getting some rest, as well as food and water, they were right back at it. This was pretty much the whole day. The two were becoming more than a fuck buddies. They were a couple.
      In just 2 days they were like a married couple, who were open and one called the other daddy. Brad was still not sure how he would explain it to Kevin but he was not due home for two more weeks. They had Greg tested quickly by a doctor was was a client of Brad's service and got it done as soon as possible. Between Brad'd HVL and as many loads as Greg took he was shown to be poz. They celebrated by getting Brad his first tattoo and going home to fuck some more. They were so excited they threw their clothes all over the house as they ran to the room. After their fuck fest they both fell asleep in each others' arms. They woke up together kissed and were both starting to rub each other's cocks when they heard a shout, "What the hell is this?" 
      Part 2 is written, should I share it?
    • By tightwranglers
      Moderator's Note: "Race Play" is a thing. It's fine as a fantasy in fictional stories. It's NOT OK in real life unless both people are into it.
      FIRST TIME STORY. Its fiction so be kind in your critique. 
       
      The nigger texted my dad.  Jack make yourself free and give me a call. 
      Jack excused himself, said he needed to run an errand and left his wife at the dinner table.
      A groveling masculine voice answered. The nigger told my dad, I know you can tell by voice I’m not some sissy white man, but a big dick nigger.  I’m sending you a pic to your phone. Look at it.   Any guesses what that is, yeah it’s my big dick breaching the hole of a hairy white man’s ass.
      Try and keep your dick in your pants, that poor white hole is your son’s. Yeah, I’ve been tracking him for a while. Knew he was the son of yours, knew you hated us niggers, thought nothing funnier that ruining his hole with nigger dick and knocking him up with so much nigger seed you’ll be having black grand babies for years.
      You should have told him that wearing tight wranglers only makes that fat ass he inherited from you even more tempting. Wasn’t’ hard to get a bunch of my buddies to want to fuck him after I showed them pics. Even more wanted to join after I told him his daddy was a nigger hating cop.
      Was easy to get him back to my basement. Dumb kid thinks with his dick, goes to the bookstore to get his dick sucked through the gloryholes once a week. He really should have made sure the door was locked. Was easy for Vince to get into the booth.  Kids pants were already down to his boots, and ass exposed. Vince says he was shocked when he saw this rough faced black beast come into his booth. And even more shocked when he felt Vince lean into his back and force Josh’s cock deeper into the mouth on the other side of the gloryhole. Kid was distracted by the deep throating long enough to not notice Vince grabbing a shard form his pocket and see him spit on his finger. but he certainly didn’t miss that shard being shove roughly up his hole.  Apparently dumb bitch tried to buck Vince away at that point. Once that shit was absorbed it was easy to manipulate him. Pulled his jeans back up and drove him in his pretty new truck back to my place.
      Whore was glassy eyed by the time we got him inside. Feeling so euphoric he didn’t question anything just followed 5 dark brothers into my dingy basement. He sat like a little obedient bitch on that ratty couch between two buddies. They just got smirks on their faces and ripped his shirt off, pulled his boots off, yanked his jeans off too. Kid must have a jock fetish cause he was wearing a grey jock. We did care about his dick so we left that on. I told my boys to put his cowboy boots back on him. I wanted to rest them on my shoulder next to my face. I wanted him to think of me every time he wore his boots, Think of the bull nigger that tore up his hole, raped him raw, breed him deep and knocked up him. You should have seen that pretty light hole swallow my cock. Ill give it to him he grunted and took the pain like a man. Once I had opened up him a little bit I grabbed my tina laced lube and coated my cock and plunged back into that bitch. I wanted him so high that he would associate new levels of pleasure with being filled by black cock. He took to his like fish to water the tina had him moaning in no time.
      Funny thing is your bitch son might be gay but he certainly doesn’t get fucked a lot, when I blew my charged up load into that hole and pulled out it was pink with blood. I literally tore him up. We all got a good laugh at that. My boys know I don’t shoot blanks, my loads been strong as shit ever since the meds got too expensive.
      After I dropped my nut it was a free for all. Nobody wasted their time with his mouth. All of us can get BJ anytime, we wanted some redneck ass. By the way, a good nigger always nuts in a hole, we spread our seed. Your boy took 12 loads last night.
      Now look closer at the pic. Notice how red and puffy that hole is, that’s what a bunch of big dicks will do over a few hours to a hole. We cunted your boy. Boy must be sore, and you must be eager to get us to stop using your son. Here is the deal.  We know how much you hate niggers let alone fags, so you need to meet us at the preserve in 15 minutes. That is if you don’t want your cop buddies and fire department friends to see this shit. Don’t worry we won’t touch you, we just want to see your face as we defile your kid one last time.
    • By ftmbristolukfun
      At last I was turning 18. My brother  and transexual pre op sister told me about a party going on and we all felt like celebrating.
      "I wanna loose my virginity at this party" I told my siblings. "It will be more fun if you're blindfolded on the bed when we get there" said my sister.
      The night came and my parents wished us luck told us to enjoy ourselves and let them know if we were staying over.
      We arrived to lots of loud erotic music. Most of the party goers were naked, some watching while others had hot passionate sex. This was a no condoms allowed zone because this was a "get pregnant" party.
      Soon my siblings and I were naked. We went to the cellar dungeon where my sister started kissing me. "I didn't know you liked me that way" I said to her. "Yeah you're hot" she said. To tease me she tied me up and blindfolded me to the bed. The music was loud and my pussy was dripping wet. "I need lots of cum in my fertile pussy" I said to my siblings. They left to find some willing cocks.
      I heard footsteps and felt hands on my pussy and my boobies. Some wanted ass play as well. I'd heard sex was better with a double penetration. One in each of my lower holes. So I told them I was ready "cum in both my lower holes" I said to them.
      I felt them teasing my ass and pussy with their cocks. "I want this I'm so ready, pop my cherries" I said to them. Before I knew it they were pounding me, it felt so good. I wanted to have my siblings cum in me. But these were anonymous.
      Hot passionate sex endured all night. We all fell asleep on the bed together. A few hours later I heard my brother and sisters voices. "We wanna give you lots of babies" they said. "Please do would love you both in my pussy" I replied.
      "You mean in your pussy again? We were your anonymous lovemakers and we love you" they replied.
      I took off my blindfold to find them both cuddling my naked body. We had a great time together. Lots of sucking, playing and sex.
      We got dressed to go home. "Hope you both made your sister pregnant" my dad said as he greeted us. "This was your 18th birthday present and I'm here for your pussy if you would like to try someone bigger" he said pulling down his trousers revealing his cock. It was the biggest I had felt.
      Dad took me to the bedroom and stretched my pussy with his massive cock. "Let what made you breed you" he said to me as we made love. It felt so good, so passionate and so loving. He was to give me babies later on followed by my cousin.
       

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