Summary:
A young man living in suburban Atlanta begins exploring his sexuality after seeing his uncle naked around the house. He tries oral sex for the first time and quickly develops a taste for it. Word spreads among railroad workers at a local bar, leading to encounters with multiple men. Eventually he meets a dominant figure known as the Gandy Dancer King, whose size and presence make their meeting a turning point. The experience expands his encounters beyond the bar and into other parts of his life.
Here is your Story: I Sucked My First Cock and Got Fucked by the King
A long time ago a young man got seduced into sucking cock. And yes, you guessed it. That young man was me. Back then I was just out of high school with nothing lined up, living in the suburbs of Atlanta with my mom and Uncle Chris. The heat hung thick in the air most days, and I spent hours wandering the house wondering what came next. One afternoon everything shifted when I tasted my first load of cum. I gagged hard, nearly threw up right there on the floor, but then the flavor hit me. It was salty, thick, and oddly satisfying once I got past the shock. My head had told me it would be disgusting, yet my body was already curious for another taste. If it had been truly awful there would not be so many guys out there hungry for it, and I soon learned they were everywhere, waiting in restrooms, bars, and quiet corners along I-95.
So how did I get started? Let’s begin with my Uncle Chris. He lived with me and my mom after losing his place downtown. He liked walking around the house naked, often with a hard-on that swung heavy between his legs. My mom and Uncle Chris had grown up in a nudist house outside Phoenix, so being naked was normal for them. I got used to it fast, and seeing Uncle Chris with a boner did not seem strange after the first week. What felt different was watching him shoot a load of cum across his own stomach one lazy afternoon. The smell of sweat and musk filled the living room as he stroked himself, and I stood frozen, heart pounding while thick ropes landed on his skin.
First Taste of More
The first time I saw it happen I stood there staring. His load was huge, creamy and glistening under the ceiling light. I had just finished high school and had no job, so I hung around the house more than usual, bored and restless. Uncle Chris had faked a back injury and was collecting insurance money while he healed. I walked through the living room right as he shot his load into the air. Like I said, I could not look away. My own cock stirred in my jeans without warning, and heat rushed through me as I watched every spurt.
Uncle Chris laughed when he caught me staring. “Like what you see?” he asked, voice low and teasing while he wiped his hand on a towel.
I stammered, “I’ve never seen a load like that before.” My face burned but my eyes stayed locked on his softening dick.
Still laughing, he said, “Jake, you should try sucking my cock and see what a real load tastes like.” He gave himself a slow stroke, letting me see it twitch again.
“No fucking way, Uncle Chris,” I said and hurried back to my room, pulse racing the whole way down the hall.
Once I got there I realized I had a boner of my own, thick and aching against my zipper. I started stroking it fast, imagining the taste and weight of what I had just seen. I was so lost in jerking off that I did not hear Uncle Chris come in. When I finally noticed him I froze. He stood there with his cock in his hand, already half hard again, the head shiny with precum.
“I came to see if you changed your mind and want to suck me,” he said, stepping closer so the scent of his skin filled my nose.
I can’t explain why, but the next thing I knew I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. The heat of it surprised me, velvety skin stretched over steel, and I licked experimentally, tasting salt and musk.
“Easy, Jake. Watch the teeth,” he said, guiding my head with gentle pressure while his hips rocked forward an inch.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I was sucking him. Uncle Chris took hold of my head and started sliding his cock in and out. I gagged every time the head hit the back of my throat, spit running down my chin, yet I loved the way his cock throbbed against my tongue. Jake Thompson was officially a cocksucker, and the realization sent a fresh rush of blood straight to my own dick.
I got my first mouthful of cum soon after. I gagged and choked at first, thick spurts hitting the back of my throat, but then I started to enjoy the flavor and texture. I knew I wanted more, and with Uncle Chris around that was easy. Over the next few weeks he taught me how to be a first-class cocksucker, showing me how to relax my throat, how to swallow without spilling, and how to use my tongue on the underside. I got hooked on cock and cum, craving the stretch of my lips and the warm flood that followed.
Now that I knew how I got started, I decided to find more. I had some skill by then, so it was time to use it. I put it to work in the restroom at the Roadhouse in Phoenix. The place was popular with railroad workers from the freight yards off I-95. I ended up on my knees sucking one after another while more waited their turn, the smell of sweat and beer heavy in the air. I must have taken close to a dozen loads before I was done, each one sliding warm down my throat while hands gripped my hair. I had never swallowed that much cum at once. I went home with a full belly only to find Uncle Chris waiting for his turn. I took care of him, then fell into bed wiped out. I was drunk on cum, body humming with satisfaction.
I stayed close to home for the next few days. Uncle Chris left me alone because he was busy fucking my mom. I heard him tell her, “Lauren, the only better cocksucker in this house is Jake.”
“Aww, come on, Chris,” she said, voice carrying through the thin walls while bedsprings creaked.
“No shit. That boy is first-class and I made him that way,” he answered, grunting as he drove into her.
My mom sounded a little shocked, but not completely surprised. He had already taught her how to suck cock. Uncle Chris did not just fuck my mom. He had also fucked my grandma years earlier, a fact that made family gatherings feel strangely charged whenever I thought about it.
Word got around at the Roadhouse that I was good at sucking cock. Every time I showed up the railroad workers lined up, boots scuffing the tile while they waited. I left with my fill every time, lips swollen and belly warm. The news spread to their camp near the yards and even reached the Gandy Dancer King. When he heard my name was Jake he wanted to meet me.
Meeting the King
So I met King Tyler, the King of the Gandy Dancers. In the restroom he said, “If you’re as good as they say, I’m gonna want to fuck you.” He pulled out his already hard cock and I gasped. Now I knew why they called him the King. He had one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen, thick as my wrist and veined along the shaft. I was ready to suck him, but the idea of taking that thing in my ass made me nervous, my hole clenching at the thought.
I dropped to my knees with my mouth open. King Tyler said, “Boy, you better be good.” His voice rumbled low while he stroked the massive head inches from my lips.
I grinned. “I’ll let you decide that.” Then I leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside, tasting clean skin and the faint salt of precum.
I took the huge head into my mouth and he let out a low sound. I worked on the head first, swirling my tongue around the ridge, then took more. Soon I had a third of his cock inside and he was moaning, hips twitching. The head pressed against my throat. I relaxed and let it slide in, breathing through my nose the way Uncle Chris had taught me. Once it was in, King Tyler started fucking my throat like a tight hole, going deeper until his whole cock disappeared. He howled loud enough that people in the bar could hear. He tried to hold back but I kept giving him my best, throat working around the girth. Finally he roared and shot a huge load straight down my throat. I felt the warmth slide into my belly. The King had just gotten a royal blow job, and my own cock throbbed untouched in my jeans.
When his cock slipped out I grinned. He slumped to his knees and said, “Damn, boy. That was the best I ever had. No Gandy Dancer ever sucked me better, and none ever took it in their throat.” Then I remembered him saying he would fuck me if I did a good job, and I shivered. Sucking him was one thing. Taking that monster in my ass was something else. Maybe he would be satisfied for now. I hoped so, even as my hole twitched with reluctant curiosity.
“Get those pants off,” King Tyler barked, already reaching for the lube he kept in his pocket.
I knew right then I was about to get fucked. I shook as I pushed my pants down. He put me on my hands and knees and aimed his cock at my hole. He used only spit and started pushing in. The pain hit hard when the head forced its way inside, stretching me wider than anything before. I yelled at the top of my lungs as he kept going, inch after thick inch. Then his cock hit my prostate and a warm feeling spread through me. The pain faded and the good feeling grew stronger. It felt damn good, slick friction building with every slow thrust.
With half his cock buried he started fucking me, rubbing that spot with every stroke. I don’t know who moaned louder, me or him. My own cock got rock hard and I could feel a huge orgasm building, pressure coiling low in my gut. Jake Thompson was getting the fucking of a lifetime. My thoughts blurred as he drove in deep and held there, pumping his second load into my guts. My cum shot out and hit the floor while I came harder than I ever had before. I had come from getting fucked, body shaking with the force of it.
We both collapsed in a heap. I heard faint clapping from the bar. People had gathered to watch. King Tyler had turned this Jake into a well-fucked cocksucker, ass still twitching around his softening length.
Word got back to Uncle Chris somehow. He wanted to see if I was as good a fuck as I was a cocksucker. He became the second man to fuck me, bending me over the kitchen table one night while my mom was out, and he decided I was more than just good. The Gandy Dancers were getting ready to move on. King Tyler wanted to take me with them, but I stayed away when they left on the next train. The Roadhouse burned down later, so my favorite spot was gone. I found another place at a gay bar called the Green Lantern. But that’s another story.
