So it started out simply enough and surprisingly enough.  I received that text message on my phone one afternoon while I was sitting at my desk at work.  I meet people through friends, clients, or through social media.  I had met…let’s call him John…through a friend of mine on Facebook.  Friend requests were made.  Cute little messages exchanged.  Compliments thrown back and forth.  Phone numbers exchanged for texting.  The usual.  John is a 20-something tall, blond gay boy with a mischievous grin.  As you can tell from the text he sent me after only two days of talking to me, he tends toward being direct and subtle flirting can’t be bothered with.  I’m fine with that.

Especially when it comes to my addiction for getting my dick sucked.  I love fucking just as much as the next guy, but I’ll take a really good and deliberate blowjob over it almost any time.  I’m not sure why, and the guys I’ve had sex with and/or dated are puzzled by it.

In my experience, especially now that I’m a bit older, the 20-somethings are OK when it comes to going down.  What they lack in technique, they make up in cuteness or enthusiasm.  But, I’m not looking for cuteness or enthusiasm when it comes to oral sex.  I’m looking for good old fashioned utility.  The elements of having it wet but not too wet, having it tight, having it slow until I’m ready for it to not be slow, and having it swallowed are more important to me than making it look like a porn.  And, let’s be honest, porn blow jobs are not all that desirable if you really think about it.  Doubt me?  Watch your videos sometime and decide for yourself.  So, anyway, when John offered like a bolt from the blue to take my cock at my leisure, I was, of course, excited.  But, I was also ambivalent.  I felt like I could take it or leave it.

SO, I took it.  I’m not stupid.  I’m a guy after all.  He insisted I come over to his place since it was closer and when I got there, his roommate–a pretty girl–was there and I could feel my potential erection fading.  John pulled me by my arm down the hall and into his bedroom where he shut the door and locked it.

“You locked the door,” I said in a mock whisper and began to laugh.  “Is there a possibility she might come in asking to borrow a tampon or something?”

“Shut up and take off your clothes,” he shot back at me and smiled slyly as he jumped up on his bed with his back to the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.  I obliged, taking off my tie, unbuttoning my shirt, unbuckling my jeans and then taking off my shoes and socks.  I pulled my zipper down and then pulled out my shirt and tossed it on a chair.  I wasn’t wearing underwear.  I never do when I am wearing jeans.  He slid to the foot of the bed at that point and rubbed his hands over my stomach and my chest.

“I didn’t think you would be the type to have hair on your chest,” he whispered.

“I’m guessing you like it.”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied and slid his hands back down, pulling my jeans down my thighs with a firm tug.  I stepped out of them, my cock already half hard and swaying in anticipation.  My balls felt tight already.  As I stood directly in front of him while he sat on the edge of the bed, he looked up at me and stuck his tongue out while I stroked my cock and gently placed the head of it on the flat broad part of his tongue..  He pulled it in and closed his lips around it and shut his eyes while he moaned.  I pulled it out and when he stuck his tongue out again, I slapped it firmly on his face before letting it flop down on his tongue again.  He took it in again and I pushed my hips forward while he encircled my thick shaft with one of his hands.

It felt hot.  It was the hotness of the first time a new guy sucks your dick.  But, even though he was young, he wasn’t one to skip details.  My eyes, which had been semi-closed while my head rolled back, enjoying the warmth and suction of his lips around my cockhead, popped open along with my mouth when, suddenly, he gripped my shaft very firmly and then sucked with great intensity and wet nasty sounds right on the head, swirling his tongue around every which way he could, backing off JUST enough to catch the ridge of my mushroom head with his lips, tightening them and pulling on my sensitive knob.

My knees shook a little.  Then he looked up at me while I was looking down at what he was doing to me and popped me out of his mouth.  My head was wet and sticky and he began to lay sloppy kisses all over it, and then stroking his palm over the slit.  When I bit my bottom lip, he stood up and kissed me hard and then pushed me into a chair near his desk.  Once he was on his knees between my spread out legs, he gobbled down my shaft all the way to my pubes and then slid his hand back up along with his mouth to the tip.  I was moaning and curling my toes.  Just then, at the tip of my cock, he gripped firmly and made his mouth very, very tight, forcing his way over the head, looking at me.  I couldn’t take it any more and I thrust up into his wet mouth, my ass off the chair, my hand pulling his blond hair.  The nastiest fucking suction sounds filled the room as he groaned while I fucked his sloppy lips.  I hadn’t had such attention paid to my cock in ages and when it’s good, I’m not quiet about it.  For only a fleeting second did I care that his roommate might be able to hear us. He went deep over and over again, twisting his hand and slurping down my precum as he made his hand and mouth tighter, making me really work for it when I shoved my cock past his lips and down his throat.  It was glorious.

After a good ten minutes of this intensity, I was sweating and my legs were shaking.  He popped me out of his mouth again and stroked my slippery cock from tip to base as he lapped at my balls.  Then, without missing a beat, he was back to swallowing me to the hilt, stroking at the same time and then making a tight ring of his thumb and index finger at the ridge separating the head of my cock from the shaft, slurping loudly as he bobbed his head up and down just the head until I knew I was going to lose it.

“I’m so fucking close.  You’re amazing.  I’m gonna cum any second,” I moaned breathlessly, expecting him to back off and jack me.  But, no.  He moaned and made his hand tighter and when he started to plunge his hot wet mouth and hand back down my shaft, he got part-way down the slippery pole when I began to feel it coming.  Just as he finished riding my shaft down to my pubes with his mouth, I groaned and gasped, pumping my cum down his throat.  I shouted, “Oh my fucking god!” and I rammed my hips up into his face, jets of my cum shooting over and over while his lips stayed tight as a seal around me, not missing a drop.

As I came, he swallowed it down like a champ, even as my body twitched and lurched and my moans almost became sobs of overwhelming relief and pleasure.  When I had nothing left to give him, he gently took my still rock-hard cock out of his mouth and licked his lips and grinned at me.  Before I could do anything, he took me back into his mouth, deep, causing me to gasp and buck my hips.  Unbelievably, he gently sucked and licked my shaft in his mouth until I went completely soft.  Only then did he let me slide out between his lips.

“That was hot,” he said.  It happened to be the understatement of the day.  I was a mess, my ass hanging half-way off the chair, my back sweaty, my nipples still hard as glass, and my mouth dry.  He stood up and sat on the edge of his bed leaning back on his elbows and staring at me.  With a playful tone to his voice, he said, “I have to get ready for work.  I needed that.”

After I got dressed, I kissed him over and over and he walked me out of his bedroom and back down the hall.  I snuck a sideways glance at his roommate, watching Netflix, and she looked back at me with her eyebrows raised.

Needless to say, with John’s astute attention to detail, whenever I got a text from him inviting me over, my legs were shaky and my mouth was dry the moment I walked up the steps to his house.  That’s when you know it’s good.