Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Intermission Cravings: Jason's Wood

I had opened Pandora’s Box, and there was no turning back. The morning after I felt odd, didn’t know why...I even looked different. Besides my jaw hurting I was fine physically, but emotionally I was a wreck; eager to get on my knees again, but reluctant to admit it.

My room was a constant reminder of what I had become. What I had did. I had sucked dick, and I liked it. No, fuck that. I loved it.  Every time I sat on my bed, Jason invaded my thoughts. I could hear him moaning, sighing, whispering to me; giving me the sweetest instructions of  how he wanted his dick sucked. His profanities gave me a rush. Because of our bed wrestle, I didn’t wash my sheets for a month …I wanted his scent as close to my nostrils as possible; don’t judge me. Many nights following, I would close my eyes and envision my mouth wrapped around his entirety. Lost count of the times I masturbated. 

Even though I took pleasure in this lust, I tried over and over again to convince myself that I didn’t like it. I deleted my chat line membership, and lost Jason's number. My first taste was as sinful as Eve's bite. It had awakened something inside of me I ignored. Deciding to remain discrete about my intimate desires with men was my only option. Daily I began to crave dick, like a vampire craved for blood. Although shy by nature, my need for this blood motivated me to find my next prey. Or perhaps have him find me...




Friday, October 1, 2010

My 1st Taste


 Females Press 1-Males Press 2. Of course I pressed 1. My greeting was clear and to the point, the men had to know I was a dude. I spoke softly, in an attempt to disguise the bass in my voice. Didn’t say much but” Open Minded" & "On My Knees Waiting" that alone got me allot of attention. More than I thought, being this was a chatline for heterosexuals. Checked my box, had a few messages but non worth replying to...except for 1...His name was Jason.

Jason's message made me nervous, yet I was so curious to find out what it was he wanted to give me. Said he figured I wasn’t a female, but he didn’t care; all he wanted was head, as long as we kept it between us. I was fine with that, who the hell was I gonna tell?

We decided to meet at my house. My mother was leaving for choir rehearsal, pops was working late, older brother had football practice and my lil sister was staying with my grandparents. The house was all mines.

When Jason arrived I didn’t know what to expect, I just hoped it was something I wouldn’t regret. The door bell rang and my waiting was over. When our eyes met I could tell this wasn’t a mistake. Jason was 6'4, dark skin chocolate and bald with whitest teeth I had ever seen. Wearing sweat pants and a wife beater, a blind man could see he was no stranger to a gym.

I invited him in and we made our way upstairs to my room. Once we got there it was obvious we weren’t gonna watch TV, so I kinda missed who was number 1 on 106 & Park that day. I could see he was aroused by an impressive dick print on display through his sweat pants. He spoke in baritone telling me to relax and sit down next to him. Jason had made himself comfortable on my bed and I was still standing not knowing what to do before his scent had taken over my entire room.

Intoxicated by his masculine woody aroma, I made my way closer to him as if I was under his spell. In a blink of an eye Jason was out of his shirt and stripped down to his boxers. I was in awe of his Greek physique. He aggressively drew me in, pulling me into his chest. With the kiss he planted on my neck I completely lost control as we began to wrestle in lust. My knees became weak, and I was his. Helpless. I couldn’t fight this strong desire to become his slave.

Jason slowly lowered me down to his manhood for my 1st taste of dick. The damn thing was perfect. As 9.5 inches of pleasure made its way into my mouth my eyes began to water. He told me to take my time, and not rush. I wanted all of him, and he wasn’t denying me. Jason started thrusting his hips in an upward motion with his hands on my head. Moans of ecstasy became the rhythm to our movement until I felt him quiver, taking him and his entirety further into my mouth….

I didn’t want it to end, as it did in a matter of minutes. I was no longer curious about sucking dick. I wanted more. Jason was my 1st taste, but he wouldn’t be my last.


What's This About?

Whats up? I'm guessing you came here to figure out who I am, what I do, & what I'm about? If not, I dont give a flying fuck...but dont go. I'm actually glad you came by. So stay awhile.

I decided to start this blog as an outlet for my inner feelings, life experiences, and "discrete" encounters I have taken part in...this is apart of my life very few people know of.  Things may get a little X-Rated so I'm warning you now.