Used... but loved it.

I felt dirty, used and ashamed. He was much older than me and at a time when I was just discovering the the pleasures of sexual contact, he took advantage of it. His hands on me felt good, anyones touch would of felt good. I did not know how to say no, maybe I didn't want to. It was so easy to give into the pleasure of him strokng my cock, my head was dizzy when he stood and took out his own cock. He said he wanted to cum on me. As he stroked himself just inches from me, I should of, but didn't know he wanted to cum on my face. I didn't know how to say no and he expertly timed his move knowing I would be lost in my own need for orgasm.

His hand touching my face, gently keeping it in place. I breathed in his musky scent and watched him pleasure himself. His balls looked huge to me, his cock manly and hairy. I can still remember his moans and the way his body shook when he climaxed. Thick, white cum oozed from his tip and landed on my cheek. He held my head and wiped his cumming cock across my tightly closed lips. It felt slick, it smelled so strange and potent. I quickly wiped it off, but it was no use. I could not escape the scent, nor the feeling of it on my skin and lips. I had no idea how addictive it all could be.

I felt marked, I felt changed, I felt horny. Days later, I was surprised to find that just thinking about that encounter could make my cock hard. I was also surprised to find my thoughts turning from not only my own pleasure but to his and his cock. I found myself thinking about his cum on my face as I stroked myself. Remebering the scent, the feeling sent me reeling as I layed on my bed naked and shot cum on my neck, chest and down my belly.

Although I swore I would never do anything like that again, it was difficult to think about anything else. Yes, I was young and horny and wanted to have my dick stroked and sucked, but there was more. I thought about cock, I thought about cum. Ashamed by my lusts and overwhelming desires, still, they were too strong. Again, I found myself in the company of that much older man.

I was sheepish, he could see it. He knew instantly, that I was hooked. So addictive that first time was, forever marked with his cum. He knew my almost desparate need and yet made me wait, expertly taking me to a point of almost begging. He knew how to use it to his advantage and soon had my eager but shaking hands wrapped around his dick as he filled his hands with my tiny little ass. Squeezing it, aggressively gripping it, letting out a soft, low grunt. "You can lick it if you want." His big cock already hard in my hands. His words somehow were like an invitation and a permission. A permission to give into my lusts. As if in slow motion, I brought my mouth to him and stuck out my tongue. I felt it's warmth and firmness. I tasted it's odd flavor. A wierd taste, but then why did I only want more? "Come on, let's lay down," he said.

Standing near his bed, he first took off his clothes and then mine. I stood there, naked. My cock rock hard and throbbing. I was now next to him, his hands running over my body. It felt amazing. He pressed against me, his large, old, hairy body in direct contrast with my own. He but his hand on the back of my head and motioned me to his cock. I kissed it, taking in that musky scent so burned into my memory. It was all such a turn on. His cock, was a turn on. "Mmmm, that feels so good. Put it in your mouth" I was all to surprising eager. I took his swollen cock's head between my lips and sucked on it. Slowly moving my lips up and down his well defined head. I moved closer and rubbed my erection on his leg. I could feel the slick pre cum coating his hair as it leaked from my tip. He asked, "Do you want to cum?"

I moaned, "Mmhmm," not taking his cock from between my lips. "OK, let me cum first," he said and wrapped his fingers around his cock's base. He began to stroke himself as I sucked him. "Squeeze my balls," he instructed. I sucked his cock and caressed his balls. I would of been so ashamed at what I fag I had become if I wasn't so turned on and excited. His body, as it started to tremble, was thrilling. I knew he must be close to cumming. This time I knew I would be tasting his sperm and not must wearing it. Eagerly tasting it. Strange how wonderful his grunts and moans sounded as his pulsing cock released his warm, thick fluid. I tasted it and almost instantly felt a dizzing euphoria wash over me. A taste like no other, a feeling like no other, a pleasure like no other.

I was so lost now in the ecstasy, I felt intoxicated as he lowered his mouth to mine. I felt his lips press against mine before moving down to my cock. I came quickly, making him chuckle in delight. Like before, he swalllowed every drop. With the taste of his cum coating my own mouth, I felt like putty in his hands. "That's ok, you can cum again if you want. Here, roll over." Laying on my stomach his big, warm hands rubbed my back before moving to my little ass. It felt nice, but I was sure this was for him. I felt his face, I felt his lips kiss and caress my cheeks. I felt his hands spread me open and his tongue lap at my opening. I felt my cock twitch beneath me. I just layed there, spent, glazed over as he feverishly now licked my asshole, moaning and grunting. I was surprised to feel his cock rubbing my crack now. He felt so hard too. I could sense his lust, I knew he must be wanting so much more now.

As he rolled me over, he postioned himself on his side, his cock mere inches from my face. His mouth engulfed me, making my eyes roll back. Such lust, such passion, so cock crazy. I guess we both were. I sucked and stroked his cock as he sucked mine. It was such a turn on. Soon, I was shaking again, giving him another load of youthful cum.