So I'm [29] years old now. I sucked my first cock when I was [21] and I haven't stopped since. I'm a straight guy for all intents and purposes, but every now and again I get cock on the brain and I can't stop thinking about it until I have one down my throat. I've never told anyone in the world about any of my secret encounters so I wanted to share my first one.

I was at college. Back in the Craigslist days, hundreds upon hundreds of men would post wanted ads to give and receive pleasure. One night I couldn't take it anymore. My urges at that point had been nagging at me for over a year--I was jerking off one day and I realized that I wasn't stroking to the woman, I was stroking imaging I was the woman. I've never been the same since.

So I hop on Craigslist and I'm seeing cock after cock after cock. Men looking from everything from HJs to bareback breeding. I don't know why but I was really drawn to the older men with beer bellies, hairy, beefy, thick daddies. I wanted to suck a man. I wanted to submit. And this was a weird feeling for me because I was and still am very Alpha. I'm a leader-type. Dominant. But when it came to this, to sucking cock, I wanted to serve. I wanted to be used, to be a fuck hole.

So I reached out to a bunch of men who piqued my interest. One of the men replied very sternly, with only a cock pic: "You will come over at 11pm and Daddy will take care of you". That was all. He left an address and I replied with a, "yes sir, see you then."

My heart was fucking pounding. My adrenaline was through the roof. It was 9:30pm at the time so H-hour was fast approaching.

He was a real man. Tall-ish, yet stocky, but not fat. He was firm and big. Hairy. A tight beer belly. And the longest fattest cock you've ever seen. Like a soda can with humongous balls.

I park a few houses down from the address on the dimly lit street. It was late september and the weather was perfect, though my racing pulse made me perspire slightly. I knocked on the door. I heard heavy footsteps approach. Then the door opened.

He was very nice, we exchanged hellos as I semi-awkwardly slide past him and entered his home. It was a nice home.

When he shut the door he locked it and stared at me. Not threateningly, but dominantly. He walked to me slowly as I stood there watching him approach. He came up next to me and calmly grabbed my package through my pants with his big palm. I instantly began to swell. He told me to follow him.

I followed him down a flight of stairs to a den, with a big TV and a large couch. The room was dimly lit. He sat in the middle of the couch as I stood off to the side, not knowing what to do, having never been in this sort of situation before.

He then instructed me to stand before him. I did. "Now strip", he told me.

I began to take my clothes off while he watched me. Then before I knew it I was completely naked before this older man. Completely vulnerable, him completely clothed. He told me to spin. I did, slowly. He grunted satisfied.

"On your knees", he commanded and I obeyed. Then he grabbed his swollen cock through his pants; a massive bulge. He didn't even have to tell me what to do next, which was insane to me, but I started crawling toward him. He said "that's good boy, come to Daddy".

When I reached him, his legs were parted, pants on still. Then he took his shirt off exposing his strong chest and hairy gut. My cock was so fuckin hard as I knelt before him. He spit in his hand and grabbed my cock--the first time a man had ever touched me before. I was dripping pre-cum everywhere. It felt so good to be stroked. His hands strong and hard. Firmly wrapped around my cock. Squeezing me, making my cock head well. My mind was racing. I couldn't believe I was enjoying it. I wasn't just enjoying it....I was loving it. But then, it was time....

He leaned back and nodded at me. I told him I had never done it before and he said he knew and not to worry.

So I undid his belt buckle. Then his top button. Then came the zipper. I pulled his denim pants off and tossed them aside. There was nothing separating me from this man's throbbing cock, my first cock, save three millimeters of fabric.

Then with a deep breathe I curled my fingers around his jockey waistband and began to pull his underwear off. His cock shot up like a rocket and his balls dropped heavy to the cushion. I threw the underwear away and knelt wide eyed at this massive dick leaking pre-cum.

"Now suck boy" and he took a handful of my hair and pulled me toward his cock. I was scared a little, excited, nervous, horny, happy, shaking a little, as I began to open my mouth.

And then it happened.

His cock touched my lips, then into my mouth and on my tongue. I could taste the salty pre-cum. I liked it. Then his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged and he let me up and let go of my head as I came off his cock and looked up at him.

"Good boy", he said. Then, without guidance or instruction, like I was made for sucking dick, I grabbed the base of his cock with my left hand and started stroking as I sucked the head. He groaned. He was liking it. His cock was throbbing so stiffly in my mouth. "That's right, keep going." So I did.

Then I tried to deep throat. It was difficult. He was huge and I was new, but after awhile my gag reflex relaxed and before I knew it, Daddy had trained my throat for his cock and he took a handful of my hair again and forced me all the way down. I didn't gag. Then I did, but he didn't let up, he forced my head to remain buried down on his cock. My throat spit exploded all over his balls as I gagged and gasped for breath. Then he let up. I came up gasping for air, tears streaming down my face from gagging, all the while still stroking him. I said, "is that good Daddy?". "That my good little bitch boy, keep sucking Daddy".

When he called me a little bitch, something changed in me. I was not in charge. I was not Alpha. I was not dominant. I was a little bitch. I was a subservient fuck hole. I love it. I loved being nothing but a warm hole for the man and with that I impaled my throat again with his cock. And again. And again. I was so sloppy with it, my own throat spit was dripping down my arms, my chin and onto my own cock.

Then after twenty minutes Daddy told me to go faster. So I started sucking the head and stroking fast, while I also stroked myself. "Keep sucking faggot, go, go, go". So I kept going, moaning for him. His back arched, "I fuckin cumming. Keep going...."

I hadn't decided what I was gonna do when he came and it was too late. When he started to come I swallowed his entire cock down my throat as far as I could and he began to shoot his massive hot load down my throat. I gagged and choked but he then held my head down. The cum shot out of my nose there was so much. Then he let me breathe. And at the moment I began to cum all over myself. My own throat spit for lube.

Then it was over. He walked away to the bathroom, cleaned off, came back and said I could go clean up. I did and came back and put my clothes on.

"Daddy will call you soon boy", he said as he opened the front door. "Yessir". And with that I left.

He called me a few days later and we continued seeing each other in this manner until I left college.

Ever since then I can't stop sucking cock. I love being a bitch. I don't think I'll ever stop.