My wife, Gwen, and I were born and raised in a small farming town in Kansas. Our parents are successful farmers and were able to send us to college at KU in Lawrence, Kansas. We both got degrees in business administration and found good state government jobs in Topeka, which is only about twenty miles from Lawrence.
I worked my way up to become a deputy director in one of the state agencies. Gwen quit working at the age of twenty-five to raise our children. Our son and daughter are now attending college in Lawrence. Our kids come home when they can, but we are becoming used to being intermittent empty nesters.
My name is Dan, and although we've had a good life, I was beginning to feel restless, bored and depressed. I was then forty-five years old and beginning to think that I would never get any farther in my career. One of the other deputy directors, who is my age, was appointed to the director’s position over me. The only positive thing about being overlooked is that as a deputy director, I'm able to work from home three or four days a week. With the kids out of the house most of the time, Gwen was also depressed, and she had little or no interest in sex.
We were always a religious family, and I had never had an interest in porn, at least not since Gwen and I became serious in college. I have to admit that I did experiment briefly with boy on boy sex in my senior year of high school. That was all but forgotten until I began my mid-life crisis. Then I started thinking about the old days, maybe to recapture those enjoyable and less stressful times of my youth. I’ll briefly describe those events from my senior year since they directly impact this story.
I suppose that I was considered to be a nerdy boy in high school. I'm five feet and ten inches tall and weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds when I was a senior. I'm smart and was a good student, belonging to several academic oriented clubs and the band. The band traveled to some of the away football games, which sometimes required us to stay overnight in motels.
On one of those trips we were staying at a motel and I was in a room with three other senior boys, sharing two double beds. We got back to the motel at around 10:00 pm, after the game and picking up some burgers. My best friend, Jimmy, snuck out to a convenience store next to the motel and bought us two six-packs of beer. We were already tired from the trip and our performance at the stadium, so we were feeling no pain after drinking three beers each.
We were all goofing around and trying to keep the noise down, when one of the boys, named Kendall suggested that we play a game of circle jerk. I had heard of it before, but never participated. I recently looked it up online and found that there are many ways to have a circle jerk competition. While there can be a homoerotic element to it, it is also a way to establish heterosexual, masculine dominance within a group of boys or men.
In Wendell’s version, we were standing around and jerking off into a cup sitting on the edge of a small end table. The winner would be the one to ejaculate first, and the loser would be the last. The loser would then have to suck the winner’s cock for only a minute and drink the contents of the cup. If I had been thinking clearly, I would never have played the game. But, I masturbated a lot back then, and really thought that I would win.
I had seen the boys in the showers after band performances, but never when their cocks are hard. I was surprised to learn that I have the smallest dick after we all took off our pants and underwear and started stroking. My dick is circumcised, and is then and still am four inches long and thin, with a tight ball sack. My best friend, Jimmy’s, cock is uncircumcised and almost eight inches long. It's also very thick, and he has huge balls swinging between his legs.
Wendell’s cock is also uncut and the biggest at over eight inches long and very thick, with huge hairy balls. The other boy, Clark, has about seven inches of cock meat. I was feeling self-conscious about my little dick and Wendell sure didn’t help when he and the others laughed as he said, “Hey, guys, look at Dan’s little dick. We’ll have to call him ‘needle dick the bug fucker’.”
After drinking those beers and being embarrassed by Wendell, I could tell that I would not be able to cum as fast as usual. That was the first time in my life that I remember feeling humbled around other boys. It was also hard to concentrate looking at the other boy’s cocks. I had never had an attraction to other boys or their cocks, but I was fascinated with them, especially Jimmy’s and Wendell’s with those foreskins sliding over their big cock heads that were wet with precum.
I continued beating my dick as Wendell was the first to shoot a huge load of cum into the cup, followed by Jimmy and then Clark. I just gave up at that point, but I loved the smell of their cum as it permeated the room. Wendell waved his softening cock at me and said, “Get busy, Dan. It’s only right that the guy with the smallest dick gets to suck the biggest one.”
Jimmy was looking down at me almost in disbelief as I moved to my knees in front of Wendell. I had no desire to suck his cock, at least not at that point, but I thought that I had to honor the game and suck him. I took his thick meat into my hand and liked the thickness and weight of it compared to my little dick. Then I took the cock head and foreskin of his half-hard cock into my mouth, and it was still oozing cum.
It only took me moments to realize that I enjoyed the taste of his cum and sucking his cock. I liked the smell of his sweaty and musky teen crotch and the taste of his foreskin. Just the feeling of his thick veins sliding into my mouth was awesome too. I instinctively reached up to hold and fondle his big, hairy balls.
Wendell then held my head on his cock and fucked himself into my mouth as he said, “Look, guys, Dan really seems to like sucking me. He’s even rubbing my balls for me, and I’ll feed them to him next.”
Being a teenager, it only took Wendell a few seconds for his cock to get fully hard again. The rules for the game were that I only needed to suck his cock for a minute. Wendell held my head in place as I sucked him several minutes after the minute passed. Not only wasn’t I struggling to get away, I was eagerly sucking, tonguing, and slurping on his big cock. The guys were talking and laughing about me being a hungry cock sucker as I continued sucking until Wendell’s big cock started throbbing in my mouth, and I swallowed his fresh load of tasty boy cum.”
Wendell pushed me away as I tried to continue sucking his softening cock. He laughed and said, “Damn, Dan, that’s enough for now. I had no idea you’d be so hungry for it. Now it shouldn’t be a big deal for you to drain the cup.”
I didn’t want to admit what the other boys already knew. I had discovered that I liked sucking cock and the taste of cum. I took the cup and ceremoniously tipped it up and swallowed, enjoying the different tastes and textures of still-warm cum in the mixture as I swirled it around in my mouth. The guys recoiled and had sour looks on their faces, like they had just bitten into lemons, watching me swallow their cum.
Right after I sat the cup down and licked my lips, Jimmy looked at me and said, “Holy shit, Dan, didn’t you know that this was all a joke? We never expected you to suck Wendell’s cock all the way and then drink our splooge from the cup. Damn, man, you swallowed our fuck slime without any hesitation, and seemed to enjoy it. I never knew you were a cock sucker.”
I was embarrassed at first and tried to convince the boys that I wasn't gay. I had no attraction to them in a romantic way. I just loved the feeling of sucking a cock and then swallowing the cum. At that point I was definitely feeling subservient to my friends and their big cocks, and I liked that feeling for some reason.
We stayed up most of the night with me sucking all their cocks and balls several times, and of course eating all their cum. I loved the feeling of serving them sexually. I even enjoyed having them sit on my face to teabag me to feed me their balls. By the end of the night I was laying back on the bed with them on top of me, fucking my mouth and throat like a cunt. In just that one night I went from being their friend, with equal standing in the group, to their hungry, submissive cock sucker.
Following that night, I sucked those three boys at every opportunity, until we graduated from high school. I thought about finding other boys to suck, but I knew that only those three friends would keep my cock sucking a secret. Although, I always wondered what it would be like to suck other boys and men. I didn’t want to risk finding boys to suck in college, and I soon moved on to girls, and eventually met Gwen.
Now, back in the present, those old memories from high school immediately perked me up. My dick got hard just thinking about what it was like those many years ago, sucking my friends. I wanted to find some pictures and videos showing cocks and cock sucking and started doing searches on the internet. The internet didn’t even exist when I was in high school.
Since I had never searched for porn before, I was surprised at the almost infinite variety of cock-related material that is available. I eventually came across a story site that has dozens of first-time stories. I liked reading about the mental transformation men go through when they discover in midlife, their bisexual desires to suck cock. I was able to relate to the cock sucking characters because of my previous experience, small dick, and feelings I remembered at being submissive to my friends.
Some of the stories emphasize how eager some white men are to suck and be subservient to black and Latino men with their big, black and brown cocks. Even more arousing to me are those where the men of color dominate the white men and make them suck their balls and even their asses, in addition to their big cocks.
I remembered how much I enjoyed tasting and swallowing cum, and my favorite stories are the ones where the submissive character, who I pictured as being me, is always hungry for cum, and in some cases even the piss of the black and Latino men. As sick as that sounds, it appealed to my feelings of wanting to be dominated and demeaned by those men. That’s when I continued my search for photos and videos of dark cocks.
There were thousands and thousands of pictures and hundreds of videos of white men sucking men of color and being abused by them. I was becoming obsessed with trying to find a way to meet with men like that. I did a lot of research on ways to meet men for sex, but I was never comfortable with the safety of it. I wanted to be able to find married men who are clean and disease free, and just not getting what they needed at home. I'm not attracted to men, per se, and wanted nothing to do with any huggy, kissy stuff.
I started several times to advertise on Craigslist or one of the other sites, but always lost my nerve. I knew that it would be hard to find the right situation for me, and I was worried about exposing my identity due to my public position at work. I resigned myself to just keeping my eyes open for any opportunities that might come my way, hoping that I could think of a way to approach a man at that time.
Gwen and I live in a nice subdivision in Topeka, which borders a prairie area that has a nice walking/jogging/biking trail that goes for miles in either direction. On the days I work at home, I take long walks on the trail, which helps me stay in shape, and probably helps my depression. The open prairie area is a strip of land about a half mile wide with a stream running through it. Part of the trail is in wide open areas, but several sections follow the stream through nicely shaded areas with big trees and thick bushes.
One day in mid-August I was walking on the trail by the stream, and saw a pickup truck parked off the path. There was a Latino man working by himself who looked to be a little older than me. He was fencing off an area by the stream with bright orange, plastic fencing and pounding survey stakes into the ground. He seemed like a pretty normal guy at maybe five feet and nine inches tall and a little overweight with a small, pot belly.
We were out in the middle of nowhere and I didn’t see anyone else using the trail for at least a half mile in either direction. I watched him working for a few moments and then thought about all the stories I read and pictures I saw of big, thick Latino cocks. That seemed like that perfect situation I was hoping to find where I could approach a Latino man about sucking his cock.
I walked up next to where he was working and said, “Hi, it sure is a hot one today. What are you marking off this area for?”
He looked up at me and replied in English, with a strong Mexican accent, “Yes, senor, it is hot today. We’re running water and sewer lines across the prairie to a new subdivision being built about a half mile across over there. We're building a concrete structure here to route the pipes under the stream. This is a big job and will take us almost two weeks, but it should only affect your trail use for two days.”
I wanted to keep him talking so I asked, “Do you have a few minutes to talk? There’s something I’ve always been curious about. By the way, my name is Dan.”
He stopped pounding in the fence post and shook his head 'yes'. I wanted to find a way to talk about sex, without revealing my intentions too soon. He moved over behind some thick bushes and sat down on a big log to rest, as I sat a couple of feet from him.
I was more nervous than I thought I’d be when I lied and said, “One of my friends works on a construction crew. He told me once that they are sometimes propositioned by women, or even men, when they're working in remote areas like this. Have you ever had an experience like that?”
I waited as he looked up searching the overhanging trees for his answer. Then he laughed as he replied, “Nice to meet you, Dan. My name is Hector, and much of the work my company does is in out-of-the-way places like this. I’m sorry to say that I have never had a pretty young woman approach me. There have been a few maricons though.”