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A Taste
by McGoal (mc_goal2008@yahoo.com)

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I recently got my first taste of cum from a simple 
encounter with a man who was probably a decade or two 
older than I am. (Mm-teen, 1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, 
size)

***

Author note: I, as the author and owner of this story, 
DO NOT condone any type of illegal behavior.

***

I am sixteen years old. I am horny as can be. I was a 
late bloomer of sorts, but I had gone through enough 
puberty (and porn) to know that I was going along fine, 
and maybe even ahead of the game. Still, even my 
relationships and amazing video collection (seriously I 
have the best of all of my favorite types: young girls, 
cum, interracial, - I prefer ones I can relate to more) 
couldn't satisfy me fully. No matter how many times or 
how much I came, nothing could stem the blood that 
always seem to raise my cock to full mast. 

I'm in really good shape, an accomplished soccer player 
and swimmer, and I consider myself endowed in many 
ways. But somewhere, in the back of my mind, every time 
I was experiencing something myself or even watching a 
porn flick, a desire to try something different 
fluttered through my mind. I couldn't help but wonder 
what it felt like to surrender your mouth to another 
man, kneel in front of him as he slid in and out right 
before your eyes. 

The opportunity soon arrived one night at an aquatic 
center outside my neighborhood; I figured I should 
frequent some training facility in the off-season. I 
had never been there before, but it was really quiet 
and I didn't have to deal with any of the annoying life 
guards that I had come to know. I was also glad to see 
some new faces, and most of all no real snobby bastards 
obsessed with pool safety or with rule breaking in a 
pool for practiced swimmers. 

It was really late, but my parents didn't mind what 
time I usually came home as long as I did so safely and 
I had driven there anyway so I wasn't worried about 
transportation. I thought I had time for a few more 
laps but security had already locked up and the only 
way to open was from the inside so I pulled myself out 
of the deserted pool and sloshed into locker rooms. As 
I grabbed a towel and started to dry off, I noticed 
that the sauna was still open. It wasn't exactly in 
kosher to go there after laps for a teenager but there 
was no one really around so what the heck.

I took off my trunks but brought the towel with me for 
some reason, in case I felt like some things didn't 
need to be exposed to the heat. When I walked in, I was 
slightly surprised to see a guy reclining on the bench, 
eyes closed, with a towel thrown over his lap. 

He seemed completely regular, a typical older male. The 
sauna was a little small so I sat a little ways away 
from him. I must have been closer than I thought 
because he took a little start and looked up at me. 
"Sorry, must have lost track of the time. Do you know 
what it is now?" I told him, and he responded, "Wow, I 
must have drifted off. Place seems more peaceful during 
weeknights." 

We started to make a little small talk and to my 
embarrassment, I felt myself starting to swell and push 
upwards, tenting against the towel. He must have 
noticed, I thought, maybe I should think about leaving. 
But I quickly changed my mind when he removed the 
covering from his thighs and cushioned his neck with 
it. I glanced, and then gazed at his penis. 

It was glorious in my opinion. Not exorbitantly large, 
but big. It was enormously thick, menacing and mean 
looking. It had the gnarled appearance of a dense tree 
branch and seemed just as broad. It was fascinating. I 
was sure he had noticed me looking and true enough he 
joked, "Seen one, before?"

I nodded but didn't look away.

"I know they don't do showers anymore in most high 
schools but..." he finished off quietly.

I moved closer to hear what he was saying and asked him 
to repeat it. He told me not to worry about it. He was 
growing. I would be lying if I said I wasn't also. He 
reached downwards and gave it a light tug. "I'm sure 
you at least know how to jack off…Right?"

I had to show him. "Nice. You might be bigger than I 
am." Suddenly he stopped and covered himself again. 
"Show's over, I think." But his erection disagreed. He 
looked at me and looked back at his groin. I slid my 
hand under his towel and searched for his length. It 
wasn't too hard to find. I wanted to be closer.

I moved right next to him, but he stopped me and pushed 
my hand down to the floor. "From down there," he said. 
I knelt in front of him, obediently. He said nothing 
else as I analyzed him. I ran my hands up and down its 
curves, wanting to ingrain the feel of each and every 
veiny throb that pulsed beneath them. For some reason 
he put the towel over my head and his lap. 

I couldn't wrap my fingertips around the hairy base and 
both my hands barely covered the whole thing. Unlike 
me, he wasn't leaking much pre-cum, but was moist from 
the heat. The skin was surprisingly smooth and supple, 
with faint steel like hardness underneath. I began 
stroking him in earnest and finally, after what must 
have been minutes and minutes a clear drop of liquid 
appeared at the tip and stayed, budding enticingly at 
the slit. I automatically scooted closer. 

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic, metallic rapping 
outside the door. I froze. The drop remained. The noise 
continued. "That's jut the janitor. He likes to check 
and make sure the lockers are all closed. Don't worry 
about anyone el…" His hand had rubbed against the back 
of my neck and glided into my hair encouragingly. I 
didn't need it. His words turned into a low groan. I 
moved forward and in one magnificent, triumphant lick, 
my tongue drew across my first cock as I tasted its 
sweaty saltiness, its raw power. I liked it. He started 
giving me some instruction, but I had some idea of what 
I wanted to do.

"Wrap your lips around the head." I stuffed its girth 
into my mouth and sucked hard. I allowed my tongue to 
dance up and down until it was slick with my saliva. He 
told me he hadn't come in a while. He was already 
close. I continued to enjoy it. Bobbing back and forth 
as it became easier and easier to take it into my 
mouth. I did as I knew, sucking on the upstrokes, 
stopping with the up to the rim and licking 
frantically. More of the rewarding juice leaked out as 
I felt it swim around and slip down my throat. As I did 
this, I would roll his proportionate balls in my one of 
my hands as the other would stroke him. I would stop 
occasionally to test them out as well. I was savoring 
it and from his words of encouragement I was doing 
well. He finally pulled the stifling towel from over my 
head and looked down at me and thrust against me.

"That's it, pretty boy. Get ready to swallow my cum. 
Imagine what your parents would think." I didn't care 
much. "I bet you have a nice young girlfriend. She 
probably blows you just like this. What would she say?" 
I put that aside as well. He was fucking my face, 
humping in and out. I touched myself, very close to 
coming as well

He began to jack himself off now. I clamped my lips 
around the gigantic head and wrapped my tongue around 
as possible. I then grazed my teeth on the thick ridge 
behind it. And then came, what I had been waiting for. 
He started to let loose. His little amount of pre-cum 
belied his delicious semen. It dribbled out in a thick 
copious stream into my mouth. He was shaking. I had to 
pull my mouth off of him to keep myself from choking. 

I gathered the rest in my hand as one spurt escaped as 
slapped me on the chin. I tasted it. It was warm and 
thick. I felt it roll down my throat. I took the rest 
and rubbed it on his softening cock. I couldn't let it 
waste. I licked it all over once more and kept in it in 
my mouth until he was completely shrunk. I loved the 
taste, the feel of it. Ecstasy. 

"That was amazing, kid." He patted the bench and asked 
me to finish for him. I came and came all over his 
hands which rubbed my abs and thighs. They were almost 
completely glazed, so much you couldn't even see his 
wedding band. He told me he had never seen someone cum 
that much at once and I began to harden again. He said 
sorry, getting late now, and walked out and licked my 
cum that remained on him. 

I stayed for a few more minutes, feeling spent and 
exhausted. My cock was huge and hard again, but I 
didn't think I had the strength to take care of it. I 
left and rinsed off in the showers and when I walked 
back, all that remained was a business card on my 
things. 

END

What do you think? To contact, email 
mc_goal2008@yahoo.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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