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 1^st 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 1^st taste, but he wouldn’t be my last.