This is a story of my first time with another man.

I’ll preface by saying that I grew up in the south my entire life. I was social growing up, but never really hung out with anyone outside of my race. I grew up in a conservative household that was religious and anti-gay. That all changed when I left home and went into the military at 21.

After being in the military for a few years, I started to become curious about what it would be like to sleep with another man. I would oftentimes scroll Reddit and find myself jerking off to gay porn and wishing I was the guy getting a dick stuffed down his throat. This all finally came to ahead one holiday weekend.

It was a Friday night, my roommate left town for the weekend and I chose to stay at the barracks. I decided to drink a little bit while watching porn. My horniness combined with the alcohol gave me the bright idea to download Grindr. I filled out a little info and uploaded a pic and began swiping. It wasn’t before long when I found myself with a match. The profile had minimal information, but the location showed him to be half a mile from me. With that information, I knew he had to be another service member which was what I was looking for. After exchanging stats and a few messages about limitations, we decide to meet at my room.

I jumped in the shower and hastily freshened my room up. I received a message stating that he was on his way. At that moment, my nerves went through the roof. It was too late to back out now. I took another shot of whiskey and sat at the end of my bed, anxiously awaiting for a knock at my door. After waiting for what felt like an eternity, I hear the knock. I open the door, FUCK I think to myself. The man standing on the other side of the doorway is my direct supervisor, Sergeant James. My heart fucking sank. After what felt like another eternity of us staring at each other in disbelief, James finally asked if I was going to let him in. I quickly ushered him in, checking outside the door to make sure no one saw.

Sergeant James was a lady’s man. A gym rat, he was about 6’2” and 200lbs of solid muscle with dark skin and sleeve tattoos on both arms. Sergeant James would often be found at the club talking to different girls and taking them home with him. I was in total disbelief that the guy I knew to be straight as an arrow was the same guy I arranged to suck off anonymously just thirty minutes prior. Even more so that the guy was my direct supervisor.

After a few tense moments, I broke the ice by offering him a drink. We sat, drank, and talked for a bit about our sex lives and my curiosity. James revealed to me that he was in fact bi, but was able to hide it well by not sleeping with other guys in the military until tonight. As the conversation went on, my nerves began to melt away. We both swore to secrecy that no one would know of our encounter, and that this would be a one time thing if we decided to go through with it. After about an hour or so of talking, Sergeant James stood up, looked at me, and asked me if I was still wanting to go through with our arrangement. Suddenly, all the thoughts racing through my head stopped, without saying a word I nodded in agreement. “Good”, he replied.

James grabbed my hand and stood me up in front of him. Without saying a word or breaking eye contact, he guided my hand to his shorts, slipping it inside. I moved my hand down to his already half hard cock and began to massage it. I quickly began alternating between jerking him and gently playing with his balls. His balls felt warm and heavy. While playing with his cock, I could feel it getting stiffer. James could sense I was still nervous. He removed his shorts which allowed me better access. I looked down at his cock and froze, admiring the beauty that was his cock in my hand. It was far bigger than I expected. James had a cock that was made to be in porn. It had to have been 8 inches long, with a big mushroom head, and the perfect amount of girth. The veins on top of his cock stood out among the dim lighting in the room. His balls hung low, heavy in anticipation for what was to lie ahead. Finally, James reached up and grabbed the top of my head by my hair and pushed me down onto my knees in front of him. I looked up one last time at James towering over me, his cock perfectly level with my mouth and thought to myself this is it, no turning back now.

I opened my mouth while making eye contact with James. James, with one hand on my head and one hand on his cock, slowly guided his cock past my lips and onto my tongue. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and began to slowly work the tip, going further down on his cock with each motion, careful not to hit my teeth. As I continued sucking his cock, I began to go faster and further down. After a few minutes, I heard James moaning in pleasure, I looked up and saw his eyes were closed, enjoying the moment. Seeing James enjoying himself gave me a boost which made me confident in trying to deep throat him. I placed both hands on his thighs and took it as deep as I could while opening my throat. Doing this caused me to gag and almost throw up from his cock hitting the back of my throat. On my second try, I managed to take it all the way down without gagging. With my nose touching his stomach, I felt James place his hand on the back of my head and push it further into him, holding me in place. After a few moments of not being able to breathe, I tapped on his thighs and James finally released me. I pulled his cock out of my throat and began to suck his balls while catching my breath.

While sucking his balls, James laid his cock across my face, rubbing my spit across my forehead. While looking down at me, James began to smack my lips with his cock. He then said in an authoritative tone that I was to do what he says and nothing more. When asked if I understood, I nodded. He then told me to stand up and get on my bed face up.

We moved to my bed, and as instructed I laid face up. James took a position next to my bed and told me to lay with my head on the edge of the bed facing him, an instruction I immediately obeyed. Once in position, James took his cock and guided it into my mouth slowly. Once his cock was in my mouth, James began to thrust forward slowly, pushing his cock down in to my throat. After feeling his balks resting on my face, James asked if I was okay to which I replied with a thumbs up. At this point, James began to thrust his hips back and forth, his BBC going faster and deeper down my throat with each thrust. By this point, James began to use my head as his personal fleshlight, using my throat without mercy. I couldn’t form a single coherent thought, but I was in pure bliss.

My only form of communication with James at this point was an occasional thumbs up when asked if I was doing okay, which only came when he slowed down and pulled out of my throat to keep himself from cumming. Other than that, the only words coming from James was the occasional grunt, and the occasional pillow talk. Each time he pulled out, I felt my face become flush and covered with my own spit. What felt like hours of him having his way with my throat, turned out to be about 45 minutes. After he was finished using my throat, I felt proud of myself. Proud to be able to take his cock as well as I had up to this point. I was his slut, his toy.

With the same authoritative tone as before, James laid on my bed and instructed me to take my shorts off and keep sucking his cock. Careful to not make him upset, I obeyed and removed my shorts and crawled into bed with him. James pulled my ass towards him and began to grab it and smack it while I sucked his cock and played with his balls. While sucking his cock, he held my head down on it and began to call me white boy and asked me if I liked my first cock being a BBC to which I would nod yes. When told this would remain a secret between us, again I would nod yes. When asked if I was going to be his slut from here on out, I stopped…fuck…and I nodded yes.

After sucking his cock in my bed, James instructed me to get on my hands and knees on the floor next to the edge of the bed. James sat on the edge of the bed and placed both hands on the sides of my head and guided my mouth down onto his cock. With my hands and knees on the floor, James bounced my head up and down between his thighs like a ball. With each stroke I could feel his cock stiffening. Finally after what felt like forever, James stood up and instructed me to open my mouth like a good white boy. With my mouth wide open and my tongue out, I eagerly awaited my reward. With one hand grabbing my hair and the other furiously stroking his cock, James let out a series of deep grunts before announcing that he was cumming. Shortly after, his cock erupted. With each grunt came rope after rope of hot sticky cum which landed on my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and finally on my lips and chin.

After being blasted in the face with his cum, I took a moment to catch my breath. While doing so, I opened my eyes and saw a single string of cum still hanging from the tip of his cock. Curious to know the taste of cum, I opened my mouth and began cleaning the spit and cum off his cock.

That night turned me from a southern redneck who never acted on his curiosity, to a full blown BBC slut. My professional and personal relationship with James continued for another two years and even included a few of his friends in the mix. I eventually promoted and became roommates with James, which allowed us to fool around every night.

I’m no longer in the military and I’m in a relationship with a woman now. With that said, I still go back and think about that time of my life often and have frequent urges to be another man’s slut once more. If you made it this far, thanks for reading!