Presents

FIRST TASTE OF COCK - III

Firsthand Experiences

Author: K.P. (Iowa)

Publisher: Firsthand Magazine

Date:  February 1997

I have had many sexual experi­ences in my life, but none has ever compared to a recent encounter on a trip to Omaha. I had gone to visit a crippled friend of mine, and he had made arrangements for us to attend a drag show in Omaha so I could meet one of his friends who was performing. Well, the drag show was interesting, and I met his friend.

We had been at the bar for quite a while, and both of us were pretty well buzzed. We then decided to go to another bar down the street. I wheeled my friend there, and we ordered a round. Suddenly someone came up to my friend and hugged him and seemed to hash over old times. My friend introduced him as Troy. I knew right away that this was one of his ex-boyfriends. It was a bit embarrassing, but i couldn't take my eyes off of Troy — he was perfect! He was tall, lean, with ample light brown hair. He wore glasses, which was an extra turn-on for me.

Not much was happening at the bar we had gone to, so I invited Troy to come back to the other bar with us. My friend seemed annoyed, but this seemed to wane as Troy pushed him in his wheelchair. I strolled behind, taking in the full view of Troy's ass and slender, hairy legs. His shorts were tight and riding up his crack. I mentioned in kidding that he had a nice butt, and he invited me to touch it. I had no hesitation in doing so.

Finally, we made it to the other bar and went in. Troy asked me if I wanted to dance. I gladly accepted, throwing in a disclaimer about my poor dancing abilities. As we made our way to the dance floor, I pulled him aside and told him I thought he was beautiful. This surprised me, as I am very shy with meeting new guys. He said, "You're not too bad yourself," then unzipped his fly and stuck my hand on his crotch. He had quite a boner hidden behind his briefs. I stopped fondling him so we could make it to the dance floor.

We started to dance, but this was soon taken over by groping and humping motions. We kissed and fondled each other. I was about ready to scream in ecstasy. My prick was so hard that it hurt. I couldn't swallow his tongue deep enough, and I found my hand glued to his veiled pecker.

We finally left the dance floor, and he pulled me to the side and began kissing me again. I said I really wanted to fuck him. He was in agreement with this idea, but the fact of the matter was that we had no place to carry out our carnal plan. After all, I was staying in a motel room with my friend, and this was very small. Having no other ideas at hand, I invited him to come to the motel room to visit. This would give me extra time to think of something. My friend was livid and didn't talk to me the entire way back to the motel. Troy followed along behind.

We sat and visited for what seemed an eternity. I found myself perving on this twenty-four-year-old Adonis the entire time. I finally sug­gested that I walk him out to his car. As we exited the motel room, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the hallway wall and began to force his hot tongue down my throat.  This unexpected dominance sent me into outer space!  I said we had to find somewhere to dork each other.  We decided his car would have to do. We couldn't get there fast enough. No one was in the parking lot (being it was 2:30 A.M.).

We started with heavy kissing and groping. His poker finally was able to be freed from its cotton confines, and a hot poker it was. I was too caught up in the overwhelming sen­sations f was experiencing to know exactly what we did in what order, but it was fantastic. With foreplay completed, Troy really showed me his expertise. He went down on my aching prong and gave me a blowjob that would be better called, "The Mother of Ail Blowjobs." For a brief moment, I had flashbacks to times past when I was given head, and I couldn't think of one that even came close to the glory of his. I went to caress his hair, but decided I dare not, in fear that I might interfere with this lad in the execution of his art.

Finally, the moment arrived that made my entire trip worthwhile. I was able to draw myself out of my deep-seated pleasure just in time to warn, "I'm gonna shoot!" Then I remember releasing such a load of pecker juice with such pulsations that it felt like I was giving birth through the slit of my prick. As I groaned gratefully during the climax of the best blowjob I had ever had, I looked down to see Troy sucking me dry like he was getting the last drop of water from parched straw. When I was finished with my orgasmic quiv­ering, I felt like I had not only been drained of all semen, but I also felt like I had been drained of all energy.

As I sat in my state of utter deple­tion, I noticed that Troy was going to jack his pole to completion. With all my energy, I bent over to help him out. His large 'nads were so smooth and erotic — his cock was inviting and like a cylinder of concrete with a beautiful head crowning it. But first I decided he needed to address his nipples. As I sucked and bit on his firm little nips, he beat away at that precious piece of pork. Working together, we accomplished another orgasm, but I doubt it could ever come close to the one I had just had.

The sad part of the whole ordeal was knowing that I would not have a chance to see Troy for quite a while. My friend stopped talking to me, but that was the apparent price for the most memorable act of sex I had ever experienced. I sent flowers to Troy, but the beauty of those flowers will never compare to the beauty of that evening in Omaha in a car parked in an abandoned parking lot.---Iowa