I wasn’t sure why I even kept doing it. I'd experimented with other men a few times before, but they were all fairly neutral experiences, and I was, and still am, certain that women are my ultimate desire. Still, I have these episodes where I get so sexually frustrated, excited, and curious, that I am compelled to lust for men.
So that is what brought me to Trailer Guy. I guess you might call him white trash, but he's kind of endearing to me, maybe a step above that. Still, Not exactly the type of person I would introduce my friends to. He was in his mid-thirties (me in mid-twenties), lived in a trailer park, drove a pickup, wore a baseball hat all the time, average height, goatee, not exactly handsome, but not ugly. He just looked like a guy, you know? We met online, had some drinks and played pool. I'd been with him before, driving to his trailer discreetly in the middle of the night. So though I'd done this before, I was nervous this time, driving to his place. I was asking myself 'why do you keep doing this?' My hands got cold from my nerves.
He was standing outside smoking a cigarette as I pulled up, baseball hat, athletic shorts, a wife-beater. 'You're really going to do this' I thought. He greeted me with a hard pat on the back, like old friends getting together to talk about trucks. He put his cigarette out and invited me inside. I was still nervous and I laughed and told him so. He laughed too and when we were inside he put his hands on my shoulders and massaged.
We made small talk while he rubbed my shoulders and I was more than content with him taking the lead. I was not particularly aroused by his touch, but it comforted my nerves. I let him draw closer and lift up my shirt and take it off. He was wasting little time.
He turned me around to face him. He started rubbing my chest and I gently touched his arms, which were pleasantly solid and forceful.
“What do you want?” He asked, bringing back all of my nerves. I did not want to take the lead.
He took off his shirt as I said, “I want whatever you want.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
I could see an erection beginning in his shorts. I looked at his face for the first time, “I want your cock”.
“You wanna please daddy?” I didn't know where that came from. We had never spoken like that before. I wasn't super into it but I lightly played along. He brought my hand over his chest and then his crotch. “Take it,” he said.
We were in a living room area, just inside the door. I guessed we weren’t even moving to the couch, so I dropped to my knees. I caressed his thighs and, sensing that he was a bit impatient today, slid his shorts down and off. He was wearing no underwear. His exposed cock bounced in the air before my face. Now I remembered what drew me to Trailer Guy. It nearly stood eight inches straight in front of him, generously round and veined like a powerful muscle. It swayed in the air, awaiting me.
“You like that, don't you boy?” As I caressed it with my fingers.
“Mmm, yes,” I said. And I was suddenly willing to be “boy”.
I grasped it and licked the length of it, letting my tongue linger over the head, slowly taking up the leaking juices. I held his dick in my hand and thought of a truth about my sexuality. Though I love my relationships with women, those are what I want more than anything, I sometimes desire to be used by something bigger and more powerful than me.
I stroked him until my mouth demanded it. I let him slip inside, taking just the head, then slightly more, letting my tongue work over it. I pulled it out slowly, this is one of my favorite things to do, covering it in as much of my saliva as I could, letting the strands fall from his cock and my mouth. I looked at it glisten with my spit. “Boy” is feeling very dirty by now.
I take it back in. I moan in satisfaction and go as deep as I can. Then I start working up and down on his cock, sucking it, rolling my tongue on it. The lurid sound of my slurping and moaning is the only noise in the house.
He pulls it out and pushes my head toward his balls. I can smell the saline skin and I'm eager to taste it. I have a weird fascination with balls during a blowjob. I think a good tea bagging is always in order. I just want to be used.
After I suck and lick his balls, he rubs his wet dick against my face. Like an animal marking territory. This is already different from all my other times, where the other man would just lay there and let me work him. This is more active. I was nervous no more and painfully erect.
He made me stand up. I was willing to play along now, so I said “I want more of daddy's cock. What does he want?”
“Take off your shorts.” And I did so. He massaged my erect penis and led me to the bedroom.
He lay on the bed, his cock resting heavily against his thighs. I climbed over him and did something I'd never done before. I took his big dick and rubbed my own against it. I'm pretty average in size, and you could tell who “daddy” was. Then I took his cock and rubbed it against my bottom. I had no intention of letting him penetrate, I was just teasing, so I soon inched down and let my lips wrap around him once again.
I sucked him with complete focus. I had no other thoughts but to see this great cock covered in my spit. Soon he moved onto his knees, leaving my laying on my belly in front of him. This too was new.
“Come here boy,” he said, taking my head in his hands. He penetrated my mouth like he was fucking it, which he started to do. I slurped and choked and gagged. I thought it was hot, but it was a difficult position for me. I took it as long as much as I could. He saw I was struggling and soon stopped.
He told me to lay on my back and relax. “We'll try a different way.” he said, as he climbed over me in a 69 position. His ass and balls were directly over my face. Ok, this is very different, I thought. The nerves were back.
He guided his cock into my mouth and throat and I took it obediently. His balls were right in my face, so of course I love it, and it was surprsingly easier to take this way. My mouth was completely full though, and I had little control over it.
He began to thrust in and out of my throat. My moans now continued. I was really being completely used, just as I had wanted. I locked my lips tight against him so he could fuck my mouth without slipping out.
Soon he started licking and rubbing my penis. He put me in his mouth, but I admit he was not very good, and hated the feeling of his goatee against me. But it was clear he was in it to get his, and I was ok with that.
He started fucking my mouth harder and faster. There were times when I couldn’t keep up and I would gag and pull him out for a breather. I wanted him to keep going though. I would lock my lips around him again and suck. My hands rubbed his ass and back. His balls would press against my face, slapping.
He started going fast again an I formed a suction. His big cock was stretching my mouth and jaw, they were getting tired. But I wouldn’t stop. I pushed down on his ass, pushing him deep inside my throat.
And suddenly he was there. I heard him say “I'm going to cum” and I suppose a mix of things went through my mind. This is not how it was supposed to play out. Nobody had done that in or on me. We hadnt agreed to it or talked about it. At the time I thought that he did this on purpose, but with time I'm not so sure. I was the one who locked my lips around him, who pressed him down to me.
All these thoughts came at a fraction of a second, and so did he. I felt the warm cum ooze down the back of my throat before I tasted it. And to my surprise it tasted sweet and felt very smooth. It quickly began filling my mouth, so I swallowed out of reflex. I was still surprised, but very turned on now.
And to my greater surprise he kept cumming. Another shot filled my mouth and this time he thrust his cock in and out, casing the cum to fall out of my mouth and spill over my cheeks and chin. I swallowed even more, and pulled him out.
And somehow he kept cumming. His cock was laying against my face and mouth now, and another shot ran down my lips and neck. My whole face was covered in his cum, and I had swallowed about as much. I'd never had another mans cum on my body, let alone so much in my mouth and face.
He started working on my cock, and like I said, he was not very good. But I was relishing the taste, smell, and feel of his cum all over me. I wouldn't let him move, I wanted his cock and balls against my dripping wet face. I reached down and started stroking myself. I was worked up to such a level that it didn't take long until I blasted several large shots of milky cum on my own body. I was now a completely covered mess.
I had to take a long shower when it was all said and done. We said kind of awkward goodbyes, but it was not the last time we did that. My first few times pretty neutral, but this was everything but.
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