I had sucked Dad’s cock for several months. But this was a stranger, someone I had just met 10 minutes ago. Soon his cock would be in my mouth.
In the early 1970s, it was relatively safe to hitchhike, even for a boy. I had been catching rides with strangers, in order to get to a larger town a few miles from my home, for about a year. I had never had any problems. This day, would not be a problem, but would be one I remember to this day.
Walking along the River Road, which ran beside the Mississippi River, my arm was extended, my thumb pointing to the sky. This was the universal sign for hitchhiking. I had only been walking about 5 minutes when a nice car slowed to the side of the road. Running to the passenger’s door, I opened it and climbed onto the front seat. Cars in those days, had bench seats, even in the front.
A man in his 40s, smiled and asked where I was going. I told him to the library in a nearby town. Wearing a nice shirt and suit pants, he had a strong sent of aftershave. Driving with his left hand, his left elbow hung out the window. Talking for a few minutes, he asked me about school, what grade I was in, and did I have a girlfriend.
I hadn’t noticed his right hand had moved to the front of his pants.
“So you’re in the 6th grade?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied. From the corner of my eye, I noticed an odd movement of his right hand. Turning my gaze toward him, I could see his fingers were lightly tapping his cock, hidden under his pants. My eyes became glued to the sight.
“Hope you don’t mind me… doing this,” he said softly, as his fingers began moving slowly up and down over the length of his cock.
I shook my head – No, still looking at the growing bulge in his pants.
It had been about 4 months since I first sucked my dad’s cock. Each weekend I stayed at Dad’s house, he had me suck him at least twice, sometime more. So I knew what a man’s hard cock looked like, and what it wanted when it was hard. [The story of my first time with Dad, is titled – “I’m 12 and Daddy’s boy toy (Dad was my first Cock) – Pt.1” on this site].
“Have you ever seen a man’s cock?” he asked in a hopeful tone.
Not sure if I should tell him about dad or not, I replied, “Yes, I’ve seen and….” I caught myself before I said too much.
A smile crossed his face as the palm of his hand moved over his cock, squeezing it, causing it to grow more. “You’ve seen and?” he asked. “What is the — AND?”
I bit my lip, then slowly said, “he has me suck him.”
His hand moved a little faster now. “I bet you like it, and I am sure he likes you. Men like little boy’s mouths on their cocks.” His tone was low and suggestive. “He cums in your mouth?”
I nodded my head again, affirming his question.
Asking slowly, “This man… he is a neighbor, or… maybe a teacher – or perhaps – a relative?”
I had kept a placid look on my face until he said “relative.” At that moment, I looked up at his face, into his eyes. When he realized someone in my family was fucking my 12 year old mouth, he squeezed his cock hard, and moaned softly.
“How long has daddy been putting his cum in your mouth?” he asked excitedly. There was no way he could have known it was dad’s cock I was sucking, he simply guessed – or perhaps hoped.
Not aware his question was fishing for information, I said, “Several months. When I stay with him on weekends.”
The man paused for about a minute, looking out the front window. His hand continued its movement on his cock. Finally he asked, “Does he share you with his friends?”
“Not yet,” I said slowly. “He told me about two men he works with… that want to come over, but they haven’t yet.”
Slowing the car, he turned on his turning signal. Just ahead was a small tourist town with several small shops near the road. It was not tourist season now and most of the shops were closed. Their parking lots were empty.
Cautiously he asked, “Do you think you would like to see my cock? I guess you can tell I am rather hard.” There was a hopeful tone in his voice as he slowed the car to make the turn.
I knew he was not simply asking if I wanted to See his cock. If he exposed himself, I knew he would want more. I thought about his question, as he parked the car in the empty lot.
I was about to do something I had never done before. I could feel my own cock beginning to grow with excitement.
Though dad never touched my cock, I was always hard when I sucked his.
The man unzipped his pants, pushing them down to just above his knees. His cock was now clearly visible. Though not as long as dad’s 8” cock, it was much thicker around. My eyes widened at the sight of this stranger’s cock, now exposed just a few feet away.
“Slid over here,” he said, patting the seat. “Lean over and put your hand around it.”
Sliding a little to my left, I shifted my weight, lowering myself to my left elbow. I reached with my right hand, touching the stranger’s cock for the first time.
My hands had been on dad’s cock many times in the past months, but this cock was different. It was hot, soft and hard at the same time. Its girth was huge.
When I touched him, he made an audible gasp. My hand closed around his cock, my fingertips unable to touch my thumb. Without instructions, I began to move my hand up and down the length of his cock. From this vantage point, leaning toward his right side and legs, his cock was only inches in front of me.
“Do you like my cock?” he whispered. “Your hand is wonderful.”
I didn’t reply, but began moving my hand slightly faster over his cock.
Looking at the tip, I saw a small drop of precum peeking out. I knew dad always wanted me to lick that first drop from the tip. I wondered if that was just something dad liked, or was it something all men would like.
“Do you want to put your mouth on me?” Raising his right hand to the back of my head, he stroked my hair.
I inched my body position forward, moving my mouth to a place where I could take his cock in my mouth.
“I don’t think I can get much in. You are bigger than my mouth.” I wanted him to know there was no way his cock was going to fit.
“Yes, that’s always a problem for little boys,” he chuckled. “Just put the head in and jerk me off. Can you do that?”
Lowering my mouth to the tip of his cock, I slowly slid my tongue over the head. The aroma of a man’s cock filled my nostrils. It smelled like dad’s cock. I gathered his precum onto my tongue.
“Ohhhh…” he moaned, now much louder. “Your little tongue is wonderful.”
Opening my mouth as wide as possible, I lowered it, taking the head and about half-an-inch of his cock inside. The girth of his cock grew rapidly just below the head.
“Yessssss,” he said, encouraging me. “Use your tongue. I like it when little boys lick my cock.”
Moving my hand, jerking him off, my fingers and thumb bumped repeatedly against my lips. I moved my tongue around the head of his cock. I tasted more of his precum, as it slowly oozed from the tip. I knew when the precum began to drizzle out, his cum would not be far behind. I moved my hand faster.
“Do you swallow… daddy’s cum?” he asked. His words were broken, as he struggled to ask the question. His breath was rapid. I felt his hand holding the back of my head. He was not pushing my mouth down on his cock, simply keeping my lips in place.
I nodded my head – yes – without losing contact with his cock.
“Ohhhh… lucky… daddy,” he gasped out.
I knew this tone of voice, this near incoherent mental moment. It was the way dad’s words were, his actions were, just before he shot his cum into my mouth.
“Faster with… hand… lips… suck,” he moaned out.
My hand jerked up and down faster, the side of my right hand bumping hard against my own lips as they were locked around the head of this stranger’s cock. I was coaxing, begging, and forcing his cock to release its load into my mouth. Just like dad’s cum, I wanted this man’s cum. I was 12 years old and I was in charge.
Suddenly I had my reward.
“Swaaaaalllooooow…. Little boooooy,” he demanded.
My mouth was instantly filled with hot, thick cum. I tried to swallow but was unable to drink it all. There was simply too much. I felt it squirt out the corners of my mouth.
Unlike dad, who shot long streams of cum into my mouth each time his cock pumped, this man was different. He was not shooting individual streams, which by now I had learned how to swallow. Rather, his cock seemed to simply open a solid flow of cum. One second my mouth contained only the head of his cock, the next it was filled with his cum. It was as if a water facet – or cum facet – had been turned on.
I tried to swallow, but each time, there was more. I gulped four large drinks.
The man, gently held my head in place, allowing the flow to spill into my young mouth.
Finally, his cock stopped. I let my right hand move gently over the length of his cock.
Pulling my mouth away from the head, I saw just how much cum I had spilled. There were several large drop on his balls along with cum in his public hair. Seeing this I was afraid he would be upset with me, but there was nothing I could do now.
Setting up in the seat, I licked my lips, gathering the residue which had leaked out.
He looked down at his still cum covered cock – and to my surprise, smiled at me.
“Your daddy is so lucky,” he said, watching me gather his cum from my lips. “You did a very nice job, young man.”
Slipping his cock back into his pants, he drove the last 10 minutes to my destination. He repeatedly complimented me on my cock sucking abilities. I suspected he was simply being nice, since I was still very inexperienced. Dropping me off at the library, he waved bye.
I hitchhiked that same road over the next two years. I never saw him again. By the time I was 14, I had sucked many men’s cocks, as well as several of my school friends. I had learned how to swallow cum quite well. I always wished I would have had another chance to swallow his. I think I could have gotten it all in my tummy!
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