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Doing My First Deep Throat
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)
***
A bi guy has practiced deep throat with a dildo and
wants to try it out on a live subject. He finds the
perfect one at an ABS and has an unforgettable day!
(MM, mast, oral, glory)
***
Tinman just had one of his very best days! Let me
explain.
Once I had a girl who loved to suck me, and she was
especially good at deep throat. I guess I didn't really
know what she was doing then, but I knew that it felt
absolutely fantastic when her mouth went all the way to
my pubes. Later, I realized she was deep-throating me.
Recently, reading stories from Kristen's and other
boards, I had read more and more about deep-throating.
As I began to focus more on my inclinations to cocks
(I've always been "bi" but until lately my straight
side had been overwhelmingly predominant, a situation
that was slowly reversing itself).
Lately I had been practicing doing deep throat using a
rubber dildo. I had made good progress and, like any
guy with a new tool, I wanted to try it out on a real
cock. That desire kept intensifying.
Whenever I occasionally had a desire to suck and/or be
sucked, I usually drive about fifty miles to an Adult
Book Store I know of just outside of Brownsville,
Texas. This place is a little unique in that there are
no glory holes anywhere. Instead there are two large
rooms filled with islands of video booths and another
two rooms which serve as theatres.
The cover charge is a flat $7.00 and videos play in all
the booths and theatres continuously. The videos are
about half and half gay and straight (or some
combination of the two!).
The normal protocol here is to walk the aisles,
stopping to "peek" into the booths where the doors are
ajar. Often, during busy hours, men will be standing at
many of the open doors peeking inside. There are two
approaches to find a "mate" here. If one sees a door
where no one is peeking, you can stop and look inside.
Usually you'll just see the video playing to an empty
room. But sometimes you'll see a guy in there; he may
be sitting doing nothing, or his pants may be around
his feet and you'll find him wanking.
The booth doors do have latches, so if a guy wants to
be alone he'll latch the door so he can do his thing in
private. If his door is ajar, you can just walk in and
ask if he wants company, or more directly if he wants
to get sucked. Most of the time, the answer will be
"Sure!" and you can proceed with business.
The other approach is that as you pass by doors where
guys are standing, you can find a way to peek past them
into the booth, absently letting your hands rub his ass
or his crotch. I've never had any guy get upset from
either approach, although all guys aren't looking for a
mate; those will just politely decline.
The clientele here ranges from attractive young
Mexicans from across the border (only a few miles) or
from the local area, to old retirees -- all are looking
for some excitement, and many are indeed attractive. I
think the best times are early afternoon, late
afternoon and all evening.
Well, this week I was feeling the need to suck a nice
cock, so I drove the fifty miles, arriving about 1:30
in the afternoon. There were five or six cars in the
parking lot, leading me to think there wasn't much
traffic but enough that I might find someone if I was
lucky.
I paid my cover charge and sat for five minutes or so
in the pool room lounge to let my eyes adjust from
bright sunlight to the near dark of the back rooms. If
you don't take this precaution, you'll be blind as a
bat in the booth rooms. Then I started my rounds of the
booths. A few doors were latched, but there were maybe
four or five guys wandering the halls and peeking
through the doors. I checked them all out visually and
didn't really see anyone who particularly impressed me.
So I kept wandering.
Soon I began to notice there was one guy who seemed to
be paying more attention to me than to the video at
which he was peeking. He was built well, but was
dressed a little too casually, I thought: sloppy tee-
shirt and jeans, and sported black hair and a ten-day
beard. Usually I don't care that much for bearded guys.
Just goes to show you can't judge a book...
But as I continued moving from door to door, I noticed
that he, too, was moving around and we repeatedly
walked past each other. Once, as he passed me he
hesitated just a little and I turned toward him,
letting my left hand brush across the front of his
jeans. We smiled and he passed on. Message sent and
received.
This time I followed him a minute or two later, around
to the less-frequented back side of the island of
booths. I found him peeking through one of the doors,
so I took up a door near him. Then he passed me by and
stopped at the door next to me. By this time I was
ready to make a move. He wasn't, I thought, exactly
what I was looking for but he seemed okay.
"You wanna get sucked?" I asked haltingly, my voice
rasping from my nervousness. I hadn't really done this
much -- make the first move, I mean. He just looked at
me and pointed his finger to the inside of the door
through which he was peeking. I got the message and
walked into that booth following him, prepared for
anything.
He motioned for me to sit on the small bench and
started feeling my arms, chest and crotch. I did the
same for him. I was sitting exactly the right height to
suck him. He unzipped his jeans and lowered them...
then his shorts... Wow! He had one of the finest
looking cocks I've ever seen. Maybe 7-1/2", maybe
eight. About 2" broad at the base, tapering only
slightly toward the head. He was cut and his helmet was
beautiful, in perfect proportion to his otherwise fine,
straight, hard dick. A light covering of black hair
surrounded his very nice ball sack. In short, he had a
very good sized dick, one of the great ones.
"Damn, what a fine cock, man!" I commented as I cupped
his balls in one hand and grasped his cock at the base
in the other. I stroked him a few times, then leaned
forward and began to lick and suck his shaft and then
his helmet. I was in seventh heaven! He tasted and
smelled clean and fresh. He moaned low and
reassuringly. I licked and sucked and rubbed his helmet
on the insides of my cheeks for several minutes then
remembered that I was there to try my ability to deep
throat. But I realized that his size might make it
impossible or at best more difficult for me. The dildo
with which I'd practiced wasn't nearly as large.
But I decided to give it a try, so soon I plunged my
mouth down, down until I felt his cock touch the back
of my throat. I pushed myself down further, swallowing
furiously and felt him slide deeper before I gagged a
bit and pulled back. My mouth had begun producing lots
of saliva, lubricating things very well. For a few
minutes more I sucked the top half of that gorgeous
cock before plunging down, down and this time down
again swallowing like mad, full onto his cock, past the
gag stage, until my nose was buried in his light
covering of hair. I gently massaged his balls in my
left hand while my right hand pressed down on his pubes
and my tongue ranged up and down his shaft.
After a full minute or so of this I had to come up for
air -- now I realized why my old girl friend had done
the same with me; ya just gotta get air now and then!
Gaining confidence and proud that I could do this on
such a good sized cock, I used both hands to squeeze
his butt cheeks and pull him into me, sucking him with
gusto and frequently deep-throating that gorgeous cock
all the way down. It got easier every time, although
its size stretched the opening to my throat, and I
noticed I could taste a salty taste which I realized
must be his pre-cum oozing onto my palate as he went
down into my throat. Each time I deep throated him, my
hand returned to gentle massage of his nut sack. I
noticed his balls were becoming more firm and full and
his sack was tightening. Of course that meant he was
nearing a climax.
That was fine with me. I had long been swallowing my
own cum and had developed a taste for it, no longer
finding it repulsive as I had in my younger years. I
had determined that the first guy I found to suck who I
admired and seemed very clean was going to be allowed
to cum in my mouth. This guy was the one I decided. He
smelled clean, tasted clean and on close inspection
appeared clean and well kept. He was not aggressive,
but gentle and sweet, rubbing my head and back as I
sucked him and fucking in and out of my mouth only
gently, not madly. He was contributing to making this a
great mating.
But after another deep throat, I had to come up for
air. As I rose up his dick, he pulled out and turned
sideways to me, giving me an excellent vision of him
jacking his fine cock to his climax, moaning softly. I
was disappointed at the loss, but fascinated to watch
him spurt easily, not vigorously, but giving up a
copious amount of clear, smooth, pearly ejaculate --
not that yellowing lumpy stuff some guys shoot. I
thought to myself that his cum would have been a joy to
taste and swallow, but I missed it this time.
He appeared to want to return the favor for me,
massaging my crotch through my khakis, but I explained
in a low voice that I no longer achieve erection
without Viagra and that I hadn't taken any and didn't
have any with me. He understood but he was still
interested and watched me in fascination as I massaged
my half-hard-on for a few minutes. Then he left the
booth so I could finish and we wouldn't be seen coming
out together.
Perhaps we'd hook up again sometime. I sure hope so. I
felt great, proud of myself, and very, very satisfied.
It was a pleasant drive home. And visions of his great
cock filled my brain as I wanked this morning. Ahhhhh,
life is good!
END
[Author Note: Tinman writes for fun, relating stories
from his bi past and others based on his past but
elaborated on from his fantasies. I respond quickly to
any friendly email to tinmanjc9@hotmail.com and really
want to hear how you enjoyed any of my stories and how
it affected you. Flamers will be ignored. My philosophy
is that we all are most intensely alive when we are
engaged in sex, preferably with another person, and
that writing erotica is a high calling as well as fun!]
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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