Troy's Experiences: This Time I Liked It (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

Hi you guys!..

So last month, I shared my first ever blowjob experience with you guys; which honestly wasn’t the best. And tbh, it was the only experience I’d had, and I absolutely hated it. For the longest time after that hookup with the guy who catfished me, I kept thinking: is this really what hooking up is all about? does a dick taste that bad? is it always supposed to feel that weird?

I basically went into self-imposed Grindr/hookup isolation for months. I swore off it. Deleted everything. Tried to convince myself I just wasn’t cut out for it.

But one fine night, I don’t know what came over me… some part of me wanted to give it another chance. So, without any hopes or expectations, I downloaded Grindr again and just started scrolling endlessly. Late that night, I came across a profile that said “Visiting.” His profile pic caught me instantly; he had a camera in hand, one of those aesthetic mirror selfies. He looked cute.

We spoke a bit on Grindr and then moved over to Snapchat. He told me he was 28, visiting the city for a freelance photography project. I ended up telling him about my first (horrible) hookup experience, how I thought giving head would be fun and hot but it just turned into something I hated. He laughed, not in a mean way, but in that “oh babe you just had the wrong guy” kind of way. And then he told me about his own first time which was also awkward but at least not traumatizing.

We started talking more regularly after that, and it slowly got… sneaky. He’d send me pics of himself lying around in his underwear, tight briefs that showed off everything, and I’d get hard immediately. His dick was honestly something I admired from the second I saw it on Snap. Thick, smooth, perfectly shaped. There were nights he’d text me and I’d be so tempted to just go meet him right there.

But I hadn’t done this before. Not properly. I was nervous. And he knew that. He’d ask me to come over and I’d stall, but in my head all I could think about was how much I wanted his dick in my mouth. His snaps made it worse or better, depending on how you look at it. I’d stare at his pictures, hard as fuck, imagining what it would actually feel like when I finally had him in front of me.

This went on for about two weeks. We’d sext, tease, send pics back and forth. And the urge just kept building. Finally, one night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him: “Okay, let’s meet. I just want to blow you.”

And that’s when it finally happened._______________The day finally arrived.

I remember walking up to his apartment, my heart beating so hard it felt like it would break through my chest. My hands were actually shaking when I knocked. This was it; no more stalling, no more sexting... it was about to become real.

He opened the door shirtless at first, then quickly tugged on a button-up that was half undone. His hair was still wet from the shower, dripping slightly onto his shoulders. He smelled clean, fresh, but also warm in that way only a man’s body does.

We sat down on his couch and talked for a while. My nerves were ridiculous. I kept fidgeting, trying to act casual but failing miserably. He noticed right away. He laughed, leaned closer, and told me to relax. Something about the way he said it, calm and confident, made my body unclench a little.

He put on some music... low, vibey stuff. Then he shifted closer, thigh brushing mine.

That was when things really began.

He caught me staring at the tattoo on his chest, and instead of ignoring it, he smirked. He started talking about it, telling me the story behind it, slowly tugging his shirt wider so I could see the ink spread over his pecs. His pecs were insane... thick, muscular, the kind that stretch fabric to its limit. And yeah, I’ll admit it, I got hard just looking at them.

I finally blurted something dumb like, “I wonder how a tattoo tastes.”

He looked at me, grinning, and said: “Why don’t you find out?”

That was it. The wall broke. I leaned forward and put my tongue on his chest. And oh my god. His skin was warm, salty-sweet, and instantly addictive. I licked along the ink, then sucked lightly at the edge of his pec. I couldn’t stop.

I moved to his nipple, and he let out this low sound... half a laugh, half a moan and it drove me crazy. His scent, his body, everything felt so good. My nerves were gone now. All I wanted was him.

We kissed next and holy shit, that was my first kiss too. His lips were soft but firm, his tongue confident but playful, and I felt myself melt instantly. We made out for a while, messy and hot, hands exploring. At one point I realized something hard pressing against my thigh, and when I glanced down… yeah, he was hard. Very hard.

That’s when I knew I had to do what I came for.

I slid down between his legs, kissing his chest, his stomach, until I reached his jeans. My hands were trembling, so instead of fumbling with my fingers, I tugged at the button with my teeth, slowly working it open. He chuckled above me, running his fingers through my hair.

When the zipper came down, the bulge inside nearly spilled out. He was wearing tight nylon trunks and fuck... they were stretched tight around his cock.

I pressed my face against it, inhaling, letting the warmth and the shape fill my mouth through the fabric. He groaned, hips shifting, encouraging me.

Finally, I hooked my teeth under the waistband and tugged his underwear down. And there it was.

His cock.

About six inches, uncut, thick, with smooth skin that flushed darker toward the swollen head. The foreskin hugged the tip but slid back easily when he twitched, revealing a wet, shiny crown already wet with precum. Veins traced along the shaft, not too bulgy but enough to make it look strong, alive. I’ll never forget the smell either... musky, clean, male. My mouth watered instantly.

I didn’t waste time. I leaned in and swallowed him down in one go.

The taste... god, the taste... a little salty from his precum, but warm and so addictive. Not at all like my first horrible experience. This was different. This was what I’d been waiting for. I bobbed my head, suck'ing greedily, letting my tongue work under his foreskin, teasing every sensitive ridge.

He groaned loudly, grabbing the back of my head. “Fuck… you’re good.”

That made me even harder. I worked him with everything I had, my lips sliding up and down, my tongue circling the head, my throat trying to open wider every time I went lower. He guided me, gently at first, then firmer. I wanted him to use me. I wanted to feel his cock own my mouth.

Fifteen minutes must have passed. I was lost in it, drooling, gagging a little, but loving every second. Meanwhile, he had one hand stroking my hair and the other sneaking down to rub my cock through my jeans. That was it... I couldn’t hold back. The combination of his dick in my throat and his hand on mine pushed me over the edge. I came hard in my pants, shaking, moaning around his cock.

But I wasn’t done with him.

I pulled back, gasping, and licked down to his balls. They were warm, heavy, smooth against my tongue. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time, rolling them gently while stroking his shaft with my spit-slick hand.

He cursed, his voice deeper, breathless. His hips started thrusting faster. I felt him getting closer.

Then he pulled me back by the hair, his cock slapping against my face, wet and throbbing. “Open,” he said.

I opened wide, and he stroked himself just above me. His face twisted with pleasure, his chest rising and falling. And then it happened... hot, thick ropes of cum shot across my lips, my cheek, my tongue. The first spurt surprised me, the second covered me, and the third… fuck, the third landed right across my nose. I was a mess, and I loved it.

I licked my lips, swallowed what I could, and went right back down to clean him up. I sucked his head gently, licked along the shaft, tasting every drop of him. Then I went back up to his chest, licking up the streaks that had landed there. He laughed, pulling me up into a kiss, smearing the taste of his cum between our mouths.

It was dirty. It was messy. It was perfect.

We showered off together afterward, but honestly, I didn’t care about the mess. All I could think was: so this is what a dick's supposed to taste like.

Even now, writing about it makes me hard. That was my first real hookup, my first kiss, my first blowjob that actually felt right. And it changed everything for me.

And that’s how I got addicted to cock… and never went back, haha. One good experience flipped my whole perspective. From thinking “ugh, is this what hookups are supposed to be?” to “damn, when’s the next one?” in one night.

And that’s also how you guys ended up stumbling across this horny little fucker who can’t stop sharing the nastiest, most erotic stories ever that I can think of. Somewhere along the way, I stopped being shy about it and started loving every second of it. I love suck'ing cock. I love writing about it. And I love knowing there are people out there reading this who get as hard as I did that night.

P.S. This story was an old one. Since then, I’ve had so many other encounters....some hotter, some messier, some downright insane. (Yeah, yeah, I know...I’ve turned into a bit of a slut… but that’s exactly why you’re here, right?)

Stay tuned. I’ve got plenty more real life experiences coming up ;)_______________