It was late on a Friday night, everyone in the house was asleep; I had found a new magazine that I had never seen before, Penthouse Variations, very different from the magazines that were mostly pictorials.
The pictures that I looked at in the Penthouse, Playboy and Hustler magazines always made me hard and aroused, but I didn’t know why or what to do about it. I liked it a lot! I liked how it felt when I explored the shiny drops of fluid that oozed out the little slit with my fingertip as it descended the swollen head and throbbing shaft. My curiosity of what that stuff was soon got the best of me, so I decided to taste it. It was slightly salty, a little slimy but not bad or unpleasant. Still, I had no idea what it was, or why it was happening every time I had a hard-on, or why it always came out of my hard cock when I looked at pictures of nude women.
This “Variations” was a collection of six erotic stories of mixed varieties, stories about Straight Sex, Threesomes, Group, Masturbation, Exhibition, Voyeur and Bi-Sexual; I knew nothing about any of these things, never heard about them, didn’t know what any of it meant. As I was reading random paragraphs in the stories, I was extremely hard, twitching and throbbing, pre-cum was flowing out of my head like a river just like when I looked at nude pictures, but with much, much more intensity. The veins on the shaft of my cock were a deep purple that was somehow different than ever before.
I settled on a story that was describing how a lady was sucking her boyfriend’s cock; the exquisite detail was painting a picture in my mind as if I was the “Boyfriend.” I wondered what it would feel like if my cock was sliding in and out of her lips. I imagined my swollen head was pressing deep into her mouth, sliding back out, and being slurped into the back of her throat. Her silky tongue tracing the pulsing veins of my hard shaft; dreaming about what it would feel like if she pulled my six and a half inches into the back of her throat, swallowing me completely??
I thought I could recreate what she was doing by leaning down to put my cock in my own mouth, I figured out really quickly that I couldn’t do it while laying on my back; just not that flexible and my desperate, throbbing cock was too short. I tried several different angles until I found that if I put my head and upper back against the wall, with my legs hanging above, and with one arm and elbow behind the knee of my right leg, I could almost get to my goal of having my hard cock in a warm mouth to feel that wonderful sensation described in the story.
As I was pulling my leg down towards my head, stretching the young muscles in my neck and back, I reached down with my hand, wrapped around the base of the hard shaft to help guide and stretch it towards my outstretched tongue. The pressure of my fingers cupping my balls with the thumb and forefinger wrapped around the shaft was squeezing out more pre-cum than I had ever thought possible.
Gravity took over. Large droplets landed on my upper lip. My tongue instinctively darted out to collect. I loved it! I wanted more. I stretched my tongue to its maximum length out of my lips, but still a fraction too short.
I squeezed my balls, putting more pressure on the scrotum area, squeezed my finger tighter around the shaft and tried to pull my cock closer to my waiting mouth. My throbbing head was dripping pre-cum directly onto my greedy tongue, the sensations I was experiencing felt like a natural craving that I didn’t know existed. I was craving the taste. I wanted to have a mouth around my cock, even if it was my own, it was carnal. The desire became overwhelming and all-consuming.
My determination and efforts intensified. My left hand slid behind the back of my head, applying some pressure to move my head and mouth closer. I was grunting, moaning, and whining all at the same time. I wanted so badly to make the connection between the tongue and cock. I refused to be denied. Finely, the tip of my tongue barely touched the tip of my purple head oozing the nectar of sex. The feeling was electric. I gasped and moaned out loud, trying to stretch my cock further than physically possible.
My right hand pulled harder on the shaft, sliding up its length, pushing the head into my outstretched tongue. Pre-cum was pouring onto the waiting tongue, intensifying this new experience to the next level of desire; the movement of my hand down the shaft towards the head made me gasp again. A new sensation for my inexperienced sex life. I sucked in air and felt the tip of the head pressed into my tongue for the first time. WOW! I had to have more. I slid my hand towards the balls, the head pulled away from my lips; I squeezed the thumb and forefinger again, tighter, sliding back towards the mouth, I gained a fraction of an inch closer to my lips with each slide of my hand, I was getting closer and closer to my goal of wrapping my wet lips around that swollen head.
My moaning increased with the pace of my strokes; my heart was pounding in my chest. Pre-cum was covering my lips and collecting on my tongue, magnifying the intensity of this brand-new experience. I finally contacted the lips, my hand froze in that position, and I sealed my lips on the tip with as much suction as I could manage. My hand slowly moved towards the head, continuing the stroke down the length of the shaft; it felt amazing with the added benefit of pushing the head of my cock in between the clamped lips. With each stroke of the shaft, the head was pushing in and out of my lips slightly deeper, each time it slid in I would suck as hard as possible; within two or three strokes, I was able to suck on the entire head, clinging to the ridge with the suction of my lips.
I felt a tingling deep inside my balls that I had never felt before, I quickly realized that the more I stroked the shaft, and the more I sucked the head in and out of my pre-cum-lubricated-lips, the more my balls gave me the tingling sensation. I increased the pace of my stroking and sucking, as I increased my speed, the tingling became stronger. I was trying in vain to get more of the shaft into my hungry mouth, only succeeding to insert the throbbing head.
Suddenly, the dam that I didn’t know I had burst open, flooding my mouth with a hot shot of something salty. I screamed out loud, releasing the cock from the grasp of my lips; the next shot of hot nectar landed globs of white on my upper and lower lips. I tried to stifle anymore noise by pushing the head back in, sucking as hard as I could manage, I was rewarded with another shot down the back of my throat. Then another. And another. I soon lost count, my balls were lifting and falling on their own, slowly subsiding with each spasm. I kept the head pushed in until there were no more spasms of hot shots. As I started to shrink, and my breathing returned to normal, I was forced to release the suction and slid my cock out of my mouth, unable to continue.
I didn’t think it was an unpleasant taste or dirty experience; I thought I had discovered something that none of my friends had found, I couldn’t wait to tell them so they could join me, to teach them what I had learned how to do.
An hour or so later, I was still reading stories, trying to learn as much as I could about this new sensation, this new skill I had discovered. My hand stroking the shaft as it began to get hard again, stroking the length as if it was fucking a pussy like the stories were describing to my virgin brain. Again, the pre-cum started pooling on my lower abs, I had to taste again, could not stop myself. (Tasting my pre-cum is still a big part of my masturbation all these years later.)
As I increased the speed of the strokes, I started getting the tingling in my balls again, faster and faster my hand slapped down and shot back up to the head. My hips joined in the dance, matching time with the hand jive, the balls slapping my anus was another new sensation that caused me to gasp in air with every hit of my sensitive bud.
I could tell that I was getting close to that hot-shot thing again, so I curved my spine and lowered my head, opened my mouth wide to try and catch as much as I could again. (I still like to taste my own cum, especially out of my wife’s filled pussy.) Unfortunately, I was not able to close the distance to my waiting mouth, too soon after my first orgasm, I only managed a few large globs onto my abs and chest.
That weekend, I jerked off every chance I could get it up, so many times that it actually rubbed the skin raw on the head and perineum. I wasn’t smart enough to use lubricant yet; I quickly corrected and improved my skills and technique.
As I have gotten older, my declining flexibility has kept me from giving myself head; my wife is considerably better at it than I was anyway. I tried several ways of sucking myself but could never get more than the head past my lips. I discovered more than blowjobs and masturbation that night; I also discovered that I liked to suck dick, the taste of pre-cum and hot cum on my tongue was exciting. Other than my own cock, I only had the pleasure of deep throating another guys cock and cum that one time at Scout camp.
