He Did It In My Mouth - Sex Stories

He Did It In My Mouth

... the idea of it. So nasty. So wicked and nasty and disgusting. Letting a grown man ejaculate in my mouth was just overpowering to my senses. Yet, I was determined I would let Cal ejaculate in me—fully!—and I would take it all and, if I did that, he would tell me I was the best cocksucker ever and I soooo wanted that! He began fucking my mouth a little faster, then a little more, then a little more. His hands gave increasing pressure on my head to hold it in place. I held still. I whimpered sometimes but otherwise I was silent and still and just wanted to let him fuck me without distracting him in any way from his pleasure. He went faster and harder and then he cried out, “Now! Now! Get Ready. Your tongue—down and back. Readddddddy!” And then --- then it happened. His cock quaked and his body shook and he groaned and he moaned and then ---------- I felt it! He began ejaculating-- in me, in my mouth, to my throat which was closed off by my tongue. He was jizzing – yes, that was the word. He was jizzing in my mouth and I was letting him! That seemed to me to be a terribly queer thing for me to do—just hold still and let a grown man ejaculate in my mouth, but I wanted him to. The stuff was awful and horrible and gooey and thick and warm and disgusting but I held my ground and was determined to let him ejaculate in me completely and make him happy with me. I have no idea how long his orgasm took or how many spurts he had into me. I do know that when he was done and his hands ...

... relaxed and, even though he didn’t yet pull his cock out of my mouth, I twisted away and spat on the floor. I distinctly heard him laugh, just one time. When I finally looked up at him, he was all gentile and asked if I was okay and there was no trace of a smile or laugh. He told me he liked me. He said I did good. I smiled up at him although I suspect there were streamers of semen around my mouth. “Are you sure you’ve never done that before? I shook my head. “Well you have some mouth on you. Damn. I’ve had some cocksuckers but that is one smooth and snug mouth and you really fucking know how to take dick. Amazing kid. Amazing.” He drove me home. I didn’t say much. My head was spinning and confused. I said goodnight and then lay in bed just remembering what had happened and how wonderful it all was and how I was completely innocent yet how it was so overwhelming. Yes, I still had his semen in my mouth and I could still feel the film it left, so—yes—I was officially a cocksucker, but then again, I wasn’t. I hadn’t agreed to suck his cock and I wasn’t the one who caused it all to happen. He had used my mouth. If anyone had guilt it was him. That argument was important to me for many reasons but the single most important reason would be one I knew I would face the very next day. Taylor! I couldn’t imagine facing her. My friendship with her and the future of things with Cal are for a later story and if you are interested in that, you can e mail me at brynnboi at juno. I knew I was a ...