Inadequate Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Inadequate Ch. 01

... every time I masturbated, dreaming of the day I would taste another man's cum.

It was on our next chat a few days later that we discovered we lived only a few miles apart. We exchanged phone numbers and set up a meeting at a nearby McDonald's. Under my jeans I wore a dirty pair of Cathy's panties. They were becoming damp as I waited impatiently for Rex in a booth with my hard cock dripping.

Seemingly out of nowhere, he suddenly appeared and sat down beside me on the bench, bumping me roughly aside as he made room for himself. I felt his body heat; his muscular arm and leg pressed against my noticeably softer and smaller limbs. I blushed. I smelled his aftershave and his masculine musk. I was near to trembling with excitement. I spilled some of my coffee, making a little puddle on the table.

I glanced at his face - he looked good, clean-shaven, but with the slight shadow of a full, rough beard - and then quickly lowered my eyes; the powerful gaze of his piercing brown eyes made me feel vulnerable. "Thank you for coming," I said feebly, needing to break the tension.

He laughed. It was a short, but deep sounding chuckle. "I haven't cum... yet," he said, raising an eyebrow and grinning predatorily. "Maybe you want to do something about that, though," he added thoughtfully. "Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, sir!" I answered earnestly, eager to please him any way I could. He spread his legs apart and I looked down at his lap, my heart racing at the sight of his ...

... obvious bulge.

"Why don't you get down under the table and see what you can do," he said softly, as if it were an ordinary request. I glanced around; the place was nearly empty - it was mid-morning, the lull between breakfast and lunch - and no one was looking in our direction. I slid my butt of the seat and got on my knees, bending my neck to fit my head under the table. It was tight, very uncomfortable.

I contorted myself to maneuver between Rex's denim-clad legs, but I had trouble positioning my head to the right angle - the center support made it almost impossible. Nevertheless, I was thrilled by the subservience of my position, an excitement that only increased when he opened his fly and exposed his magnificent manhood. It swelled and grew tall, tantalizingly just out of reach of my hungry lips, although I strained my neck in my fierce desire for it. Finally, he pressed the mighty pole forward, tipping it towards me, and I gratefully wrapped my lips around his succulent plum-head, and sucked, swiping my tongue around its generous dimensions, and reveled in the sweet salty taste of my first cock.

I tried and I struggled to get more of his length into me! I wanted desperately to feel his hardness stretching my throat. But all I accomplished was an aching neck. "Come on sissy," Rex exclaimed, "You have to do better than that!"

I lurched forward in a vain attempt to swallow his cock, banging my head on the edge of the table for my effort. "Ow!" I cried, carelessly ...