malecasual
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2009
- Posts
- 169
I was never much of an academic, never much good at anything, I always felt a misfit and dissatisfied with my life. The other guys tended to take advantage of my weakness for cock, and would come around for a blow-job when their girlfriends weren't putting out, or simply because they felt horny. But I knew they were using me and disrespected me. To them, I was just a queer joke. Until I met what I now call my first adult Boyfriend, an older married guy who took me in hand. From the first night we spent together I knew what I'd been put on this planet to do. I was mesmerized and fascinated by his big cock, and would be quite content to spend the rest of my life with it firmly lodged down my throat. It wasn't love - I'd never use that kind of word, but it was an absolute erotic fixation, and the more he fucked my mouth the more I wanted him to fuck my mouth. I was reduced to a slobbering single-minded sex-slave devoted to sucking him off and, later to him using my bum-hole, or pretty-much anything he wanted. I've since moved on, but he turned my head around, showed me my real orientation and to take a kind of pride in it. There have been other guys - quite a few, but I'm now
quite easily reconciled to living my life as a submissive male cock-sucker...
You're goddamned heavenly, you know that?