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When I lived in one the more remote suburbs of Chicago, I posted a
couple of personal ads online so I didn't always have to go all the
way into the city to meet people. I hooked up with a 21 year old bi
college guy whose interests were similar to mine. We started a nice,
hot relationship via our computers. We had very intense cybersex,
exploring all kinds of areas of role-playing, domination, BDSM, and
other fun stuff with each other, as well as other friends (women and
men) who joined in.
Things had gone so well online, we decided to meet in person. Our initial rendez-vous was a short evening of drinks in a bar near his college. We were comfortable enough with each other, that we decided to spend a nice weekend at my place in the suburbs for our next live encounter. (He, after all, was living in a college dorm, so he couldn't host.) When we arrived at my place, I fixed him a drink and we stretched out on the couch. While he had played with several men online, he had never been with one in person. After we got comfortable, I leaned over and pressed my lips to his, and gently cupped his face as he kissed his first man. Our lips parted and our tongues pressed against one another as I slowly pulled him into a full embrace. As our bodies caressed each other, our lips and tongues passionately explored; we were two men excited by lust and passion. I know he could tell how aroused I was becoming as my cock grew hard and pressed through my pants against his thigh. We stood so we could better grind our bodies together, and I rubbed my hard bulge up and down against him as our tongues danced in each other's mouths, our hands groping, our arms clinching us tightly together. I groaned as his hand pressed against my tented member, his hand squeezing his first live cock. My wandering hands gave his ass a squeeze and then brushed over his crotch. I was surprised, as his burning lips, his driving tongue, his grabbing hands, and his heavy breathing all indicated excitement and passion, but his cock didn't seem to share the arousal found in the rest of his body. I pressed my leg between his thighs and rubbed my jeans up against his crotch. Still, I didn't find the lump in his shorts that I sought. Was I reading him wrong? His online male-to-male cybersex was so hot, and his tongue currently was passionately probing my mouth, his hands grasping my dick and my ass; all of this said he was hot and getting hotter! Then his hand guided mine to his crotch. I felt it - he was starting to bulge, but just starting. Hmmm, I thought, it might take his cock a while to catch up with the rest of him. We ground together more, licked, kissed, bit, squeezed, grabbed, thrust, rubbed, and generally let our passions rise. Again and again I pressed my aching, arching cock bulge against his thigh, into his grasping hand, letting him know how hot he made me. My thigh kept rubbing against his zipper, hoping his fire in his crotch would catch up with the rest of him. He pressed my hand down again to squeeze his bulge, which seemed to be at the same, just slightly hard, level of excitement. My cock was straining so much, I guided his fingers to my belt, and kissed him deeply as he undid the buckle. I sucked on his lip as he opened my button and pulled down my zipper, and I threw my head back and groaned as his hands pressed inside of my shorts. I felt myself stretch it's full size as his hands pulled on cock flesh for the first time. I growled as he pulled me free of my briefs and his hands worked over my dick, gently circling the sensitive head, squeezing slowly down the shaft, and brushing over my balls. He seemed to be greatly enjoying his premiere with my penis, as was I. Again, his fingers circled my wrist as held my hand over his hardening crotch - yet it still felt like his bulge was just starting. Then he unbuttoned his button, unzipped his zipper, and pressed my palm against his cotton briefs. It was hard, but it was.... tiny? It dawned on me that his member fully shared in his arousal, but that at full extension there wasn't much of a bulge to be made. I was rather surprised, but didn't dwell on the ramifications of that much as we continued to undress each other, passionately kissing and groping each newly unclothed body part. We eventually stood naked together, grinding into each other, and even rubbing our hard cocks together. It was very interesting to see his 1.5" seemingly barely sticking out of his balls rubbing against my 7" long shaft. I felt him beginning to leak precum as he humped against me. His arousal drove my passion, and my hungry mouth worked down his body. I lavished his nipples with a hot tongue and sucking lips as my hands gently squeezed his balls. I nipped down his abdomen as my fingers totally engulfed his little pole and rubbed it back and forth. Finally, my nose nestled between his legs as I pressed him back on the sofa, and my tongue lapped down his thighs. Normally, I like to lick up one side of a shaft, down the other, and lavish a man's balls with my wet mouth before taking his head into my mouth. That plan didn't really work here, as my tongue seemed to swirl over his entire cock with one lick. His balls seemed to be normal size, and I slowly sucked them into my mouth, first one working into my wet heat and then the other following. After enjoying soaking his sac so much, I finally pulled back and prepared for the head at the end of his short pole. Opening wide, I pulled his tiny shaft into my hungry mouth. Needless to say, I was able to fit all of him inside me without any effort at all. Slowly I worked my tongue around him, seemingly probing his shaft, glans, and slit all in one lick. Sucking back and forth, I worked his hardness inside my cheeks, heating and sliding over his head as I went. The more I licked his little dick, the more excited I became, feeling all of him throb within my voracious mouth. He began to groan as I worked his entire cock again and again, surrounding it with hot, wet sucking, my tongue wiping his sensitive glans over and over, until he finally exploded. His hips thrust hard against my head as semen spurted again and again across my hungry tongue and into my greedy throat. I was in heaven as he pulsed and continued to shoot cum out of his shaft and into my ravenous mouth. I gulped down his seed like I was starving, starving for the ambrosia that is man-juice spilling into me. I discovered something then and there - just how succulent sucking a small cock is. God there was nothing like it! Fitting his entire member in my mouth and working it over, all of him, slit, mushroom, brim, and stalk, all at once. Feeling him pulse and throb, leak and jerk, and finally explode, feeding me in the most intimate way. Now that's absolutely my favorite way to give a man head! Later that weekend, we had more fun. He sucked his first live cock (stretching his jaws to fit as much of me as he could), was initiated into rimming ass, and savored his first swallows of another man's semen. I loved showing him how it felt to have one's ass eaten, as mine was the first tongue to ever dance across his beautiful rosebud. I also delighted in giving him the most intimate introduction to my exploding cock, as I took his cherry by fucking his virgin hole. But what I take most from my experience with him is my love of sucking on small dicks. Unfortunately, in general, I seem to attract big dicked men. While trying to swallow a thick 9 incher is it's own kind of pleasure, and having my ass fucked by a thick 8.5" dong can be a real trip, I'd rather pick a 2 incher to suck on, and a thin 6.5" cock up my ass any day. |