I Swallowed

I had a choice, and I chose to swallow.

Maybe not a big deal for a seasoned swallower but for me, a first. I had considered myself straight but I had resorted to feeding cocksuckers when I couldn't get it at home. I never really viewed having a man suck me off as cheating, or gay. It was more like masturbating. Certainly not like chasing other women, fucking pussy or ass, or having a more emotional relationship with someone.

I'd been back a couple times to the cruisy park where I'd been sucked off hundreds of times, and where I'd had my first cocksucker experience, trying to build up my nerve to suck yet another cock. I'd never had much time though, and not much luck.

I didn't quite know how I felt about sucking another man's dick. The first four that I tried hadn't been terrible, and in fact their boner gave me a boner, turned me on. By not ejaculating though, when the fella I was sucking climaxed, it was like I virtually climaxed too except there was none of the guilt and shame that usually cums with shooting my load in a cocksucker's mouth. Instead, it just made me hungrier for more dick.

The first guy I followed down the cocksucker trail turned out to be just a guy looking for somewhere to pee. He ignored me, did his business, returned to his car and left. I continued down the path to see if anyone was further in.

No one, but I got a call which I answered, stopping at the spot where I had experimented sucking a couple of cocks. While talking to a colleague on my cellphone, a thirty-something tallish slim man passed me making eye contact. He continued on a little further but stopped beside a tree and fished out his dick as if to pee. I finished up my call while watching him play with it. I wandered towards him.

He slipped it back in his pants and headed back towards me, giving his junk a squeeze as he smiled and passed me, stopping at the spot where I had spit out a load of spunk just weeks ago. He pulled it out and started jerking. I followed, bent and took him in my mouth. We were just getting into it, he was boning right up, and he pulled me off.

"Someone's coming" he said as he slipped his hard-on back in his pants and began walking in the opposite direction.

Some woman was very far down the path in a bit of a clearing and trying to catch her dog that was running circles around her. I just stayed still and watched until she caught him and hauled him back towards the main trail.

I looked back down the trail the other way for my horned up friend. He too had stopped and was watching. He returned and pulled out his cock and balls again. I went right to work. He was still hard. I slurped in that hard rod as deep as I could from just bending over. He put his hand on the back of my head and bucked up to my throat hole. His cut cock was pretty long but not fat. Fucking up into my face he tried to wedge it into my throat. My gag though wasn't cooperating and I struggled a bit. He bucked a few more times and then pulled me off and jerked his slobber covered knob on to the forest floor, my saliva dripping from his balls. Jamming his junk back in his pants he turned and left without a word.

Watching him go I became aware of my own cock straining to be released.

I calmed down, wiped my face and returned to my car. That was fun but I didn't have much time left. There were not too many cars in the lot. I was third from the end with another car beside me, second from the end. The end spot empty. The remaining two or three vehicles beyond me, maybe more than five spots away.

I slipped into the driver's seat of my vehicle relishing the all too brief experience of sucking the dick of the tall thirty-something guy. He had denied me his cum by pulling me off at the last moment and seeding the forest floor but I really wasn't disappointed. He had a nice hard dick and had used it to probe my gag hole. I think he enjoyed my mouth. Non-cocksuckers may not understand this but having a hard dick fucked passionately into my throat hole. making me gag and sputter and my eyes water, seems to send me into a state of euphoria. At this point in my self-training, whether he squirted in my mouth or on the ground, seemed unimportant. The simple act of having my throat fucked like a tight cunt was enough.

'Practice makes perfect,' I told myself

A car entered the lot slowly. He smiled at me as he passed, backing into the last spot. He was animated, obviously trying to look at me through the empty car between us. He got out and stood beside his driver's door. I checked my time. I still had time if we made it quick. He looked promising. I locked my vehicle and headed towards the trail expecting he'd follow.

As I'm passing in front of his car I glanced his way. He's wearing a goofy grin and groping his own package through his jeans. I make eye contact and he nods and signals me to hop in the passenger side of his car.

I checked our surroundings and then give him a quick once-over. He's probably my age. Sensible snow boots, straight cut jeans, t-shirt showing under buttoned flannel shirt tucked into his jeans, heavy winter jacket worn open. His face honest and clean shaven but tanned, weathered and rugged, like he works outdoors. His head sporting a black toque. He looks well cared for and his car is a large and maybe expensive, newish looking. He looks safe enough. We hop in his car.

He immediately opens his pants and pulls out his flaccid cock and digs out his balls. I put my left hand in his lap, feeling his cock and his loose hanging balls while scanning the parking lot to see if it's safe. The inside of the car and his leather seats are warm. He must have been driving for some time to get here. Likewise, his cock, balls and groin is warm too and he flinches at my cold touch.

"I want to suck you" I tell him boldly.

"Of course" he responds, and I can feel him firming up.

We check our surroundings and I'm about to try and crawl over the centre console so I can suck his semi-hard, cut penis

"We should be in the back seat" he says.

We again check that no one is around, get out of the car and move to the back seat. He immediately opens up his pants and pulls up his shirt exposing his beautiful dark cock and balls resting in his creamy white skinned lap. The pubis above his cock and the surrounding pubic hair is salt and pepper coloured, untrimmed but not thick.

I dove in, rubbing my beard and face in his groin, drinking in his man musk and tasting the hair and sweat going down between his legs and lapping at his loose warm scrotum. I slipped my hand under his bare ass.

His cock was hardening, lifting from his lap. I slurped it in. The head felt so good, plump but soft. I explored the shape and texture with my tongue and he was boning up quickly as I took more of it in my mouth, the shaft expanding and veiny. He seemed the perfect size. I started bobbing my head on his engorged pole, screwing him with my face.

"Fuck I love this," he urged, bucking up to meet my facecunt-thrusts. "Finger my asshole! I wish I could take you home to eat my hole. Would you like that? Huh, would you?"

"Mm-hm," I confirmed with a mouthful of cock, as I forced my finger in his tight hole. Finger fucking his hole while he squirmed and I mouth fucked him.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" He almost screamed!

I felt a strong squirt hit the roof of my mouth, and then a second that felt more like a spray. And my mouth filled. I held it there until he pushed me off. I had a mouthful of cum. It tasted like nothing but felt like a mouthful of warm pudding.

"Mmmmm," I thought to myself, knowing full well that another man had just ejaculated in my pie-hole, made me stick my finger in his ass and used my face like a sloppy vagina.

I chose to swallow his cum.

The sensation of consuming his semen was not dissimilar to swallowing an oyster. A hard cock fucking in an out of my tight throat is one thing but feeling that spray across the roof of my mouth, knowing that he is ejaculating in me, filling my mouth with his pungent seed and then swallowing it all down is yet a whole higher level of euphoria.

I've become a swallower.

He was talking, something about not getting into town very often. Thanking me for the blowjob.., etc.

I can't remember if I thanked him. I don't even remember making it back to my own car.