March 20, 2020 By Jaime Marie Charlotte

Confession: my First Bisexual BlowJob with an Older Man

I was 19 years old and drudging my way through community college while working the midnight shift in a local convenience store. I was a typical kid of that age who had a little bit of potential and a whole lot of cocky attitude.

At that time I was living with my steady girlfriend in a tiny apartment.

Like most young men, as a teenager I experimented with some mild bi-sexuality.

I met with several guys and I was really starting to enjoy myself and realized the thought of a hard cock remained in my mind throughout the night.

I started to receive several calls from a guy named Bill. He claimed to be in his 50’s which would put him at least 30 years older than me. He was absolutely nothing that I would be attracted to and probably would be even a little on the gross side for my age.

But something about this guy just seemed to intrigue me and turn me on: a 7.5” uncut cock that could stay plump all night.

His picture made me chuckle because that is ample size in my opinion. When I met him, he came with a Ford Pick-up.

The truck was clean with a full single bench seat across the front. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels in the cup holder. Bill offered his hand and said, “I’m surprised you made it”. His grip was powerful and I felt he was trying to make a statement with it. He offered up his bottle of Jack. I asked if he had an extra glass I could use.

He replied in a seemly uneducated slur:

“You won’t be needing no glass boy”.

Sometimes we should listen to our inner voice and retreat from danger but, I ignored common sense and replied, “Let’s roll”.

I snuggled closer to him on the bench seat as if I were his girlfriend invited on our first romantic rondevu. We didn’t have much in common to talk about except our usual nightly phone sex topics. He requested that I get naked as we drove to our destination. He said it was a short drive to where we were going and he wanted to see that tight ass that he jerked off to nightly. I mentioned that I was worried about the police busting me being nude. He just looked at me long and hard without much expression or any verbal response.

Hesitantly, I removed my shirt and pants and sat them on the floor. His eyes penetrated my body up and down. We both continued to hit his bottle with some reckless abandonment. Surprisingly, he snatched up my pants and placed them on the dash as is they were a trophy of his accomplishment. The windows were down from our earlier introduction when I approached the truck. The night breeze felt soothing on my aroused, engorged skin and the whiskey buzz had really started to loosen up the atmosphere.

I leaned into him and started to rub his leg and squeezed his crotch while whispering sexy trash as he drove.

I unzipped his pants and lowered them enough to get hand access to his cock and balls. His cock was long and hung limp at least the 6″ that he described. I gripped his cock and began to hammer stroke him with while my imagination lusted to see him fully erect.

This was the first time that I had been completely naked in front of one of my hookups.

My nervous were tense with excitement and my cock was rock hard.

He enjoyed stroking my bare back as I leaned in closer to be near him.
He changed lanes from right to left in order to pass a slow moving car. I stopped masturbating him and reached for my clothes. He grabbed my hand and returned it to his cock and reassured me that is was dark and I should simply relax and stay low.

I crouched down as he placed his firm grip over my hand and began to impatiently masturbate himself with my hand.

I have no idea if the other driver noticed me hunched over in his bare lap but, I felt totally exposed and I was completely lost in the lust of the moment. The embarrassment of potentially being caught stroking another man’s dick drove my libido over the limit and made my balls begged for relief.

Later I was drunk and completely naked in a stranger’s pickup truck that was now stowed in a parking lot of a porn store.

I thought to myself that this is a lot of effort for a hand job.

But my hormones took over where my brain once questioned.

I oiled up his cock with baby oil and I continued to hammer stroke his swollen dick while I delivered some trashy rehearsed porn prologue to stimulate his sinful imagination.

“You like me stroking that fucking long cock?”, I asked him.

My hand slipped up and down over his long oiled up cock. I noticed he had a thick vein that bulged out from one side and ran the length of his shaft. I enjoyed caressing it because it seemed to apply sensation to him that was visually apparent in his reactions. I felt Bill’s hand sliding up and down my back with increasing impatience as his breathing seemed to announce his approaching orgasm. Determined, he placed both hand on the back of my head and shoved my face downward over his belly and buried in his lap. His actions startled me and I quickly attempted to rise from his crotch.

“Suck my fucking cock you damn tease”, he yelled.

His left hand gripped his cock and guided the tip straight up toward my face. His large powerful right hand engulfed the back of my head and with much strength pushed my mouth toward his crotch. My lips brushed against the oily mushroom. I could smell the musky scent of a working man’s sweaty balls. I could taste the salty mixture of oil and cum lubricant that darned my lips. My mind filtered through a millions reasons why to resist this but, my lust was overpowering my judgment. I opened my mouth and allowed his bare dick to slip past my tongue with a nonstop decent down my throat. I have never given a blowjob before but, I had plenty of experience encouraging non-cooperative young girls on their first oral attempts.

His hand gripped my head firmly as he seemed to use my mouth to masturbate his erection. I didn’t have to assist while his hands freely forced my head in a bobbing deep throat rhythm. The more I gagged on his head penetrating my throat the deeper he pushed the next thrust. My hands were resting on his thighs levitating my body against his downward force. My eyes were watering with each thrust into my tender throat. I began to submit and was no longer resisting his face fucking. I began to sinfully moan uncontrollably with each pump. He lifted my head to just at the tip of his cock and began to hump my mouth from below. His hard cock trusted deep into my mouth with discerning revenge for the men whom I had taunted in the past. I leaned in his lap motionless as he face fucked me in a steady pattern. He lowered his hips to the seat until his mushroom was at edge of my lips then trusted it deep into my swollen throat. Each of his pumps rolled his foreskin back exposing a pink silky texture below. The taste of his cock was incredible and a huge turn on. I loved being treated like the slut I portrayed in my phone fantasies.

“Suck it, take my cock boy”, Bill demanded.

Bill was close and did a final hump upward to initiate his eruption into my mouth. He continued to milk his dick into my mouth using my head to message his ejaculation.

I wanted his load in my mouth.

I wanted to swallow it for him. I gulped the way I encouraged all my prior girlfriends to do when I blew in their mouths. The taste was salty and thick and coated my tongue.

I enjoyed the flavor more than I ever imagined and I feared I was a cocksucker for life.

It was going to be a challenge for me to return to missionary sex with my girlfriend.

Source: literotica.com – loves2stroke

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