He Did It In My Mouth - Sex Stories

He Did It In My Mouth

... the mouth! And -------- and ---- I was letting him do it! In fact, I felt almost like a girl. My mouth was like a pussy, that was my conclusion. He wanted my mouth to be like a girl’s pussy. He wanted to have sex in my mouth like other men did it in girl’s vaginas. It was crazy! I never imagined! But, he was doing it slow and he was OBVIOUSLY very much wanting to fuck my mouth and it seemed he wanted to perhaps make it his pussy. He had said I would like it. He was right: I DID like it. It felt good. His hardness. Feeling the eagerness in his loins. Feeling the sexual need that seemed to throb in his shaft. A grown man somehow finding sexual pleasure in my mouth like he would in an adult female. It made me feel adult. I was having adult sex. I was giving him pleasure like other men found in girls. It was strange because I felt like he was using my mouth yet that was the very reason that it turned me on although I didn’t understand it. I was being used but then, for some reason, I wanted to be sexually used. I wanted him to use my mouth and the word “use” suddenly excited me at least when correlating my mouth with men’s cocks. He went slow. He groaned. He called me a cocksucker many, many times—not to be derisive (I don’t think)—but it seemed more that he loved that I was good at it, especially for my first time doing it. I felt his strong hands holding my head and his hard cock pushing in my mouth and I was reminded how powerful men were and how soft and weak and queer I ...

... was. It was almost like strong men had strong sexual needs and they needed to use submissive mouths like mine because females obviously weren’t satisfying them. It all turned me on so much even though I couldn’t get all of those thoughts in order at the time. It felt something like this: Men have hard-ons because females don’t give them sex. Those men come to me and I give them the sex they want. That makes me equal and maybe better than females when it comes to giving men sex. That was another instantaneous revelation that came and went in a matter of seconds. He began going a little faster and his fingers pressed my head a little more. He told me I was such a good boy and so pretty and I thought I would pass out from being told those things. Even though he was holding my head in place, I was also making sure my head stayed how he wanted it so he could fuck me just like he wanted. I was so into it and surrendered to it and lightheaded and filled with sexual excitement and wanting it to last for hours and hours and dieing to hear him tell me when it was over that I was a great, great cocksucker. I mean, if I was only going to do it that one time, then why not be the very best and give him the best “mouth” I possibly could. I felt desperate to hear his tell me those things. I wanted a grown man to tell me that I was the best sex he had ever had, or at least the best he had had in a long, long time. I craved his appreciation and I would have done anything with my mouth to get it. ...