Don't think - part 2

My name is Ariel and this is the second part of my story. If you hadn’t read the first part (“Don’t Think”), its ok, you don’t have to to understand this… Ok, maybe you have to but I’ll explain it shortly here. This is my story with Marco, my friend, lover and current ..."husband" and how we ended as we are now. The first part started when I was 14 with a kiss he stole to me when drunk and ended with a blowjob at one of our school’s storage rooms (Though it wasn't as simple as it sounds). 

Here is how it continued.

After that first time in the storage room our secret encounters started to be more often. Nobody suspected anything then, probably because we both were known for our "predatory" behaviour among girls and just imagine us acting like queers would had been absolutely ridiculous for the rest of our classmates; even though we were drawing us aside from the rest and our stares to each other were very strange, people around us thought it was all product of the drugs we were using (Again, I never said I was a good boy).

We used to walked together after class to my place or his. We locked us in the dorm, turn the radio on and dedicated the rest of the day to discover and play with our bodies. He had such a beautiful body for his 15 years, 5’7’’ height and a tight swimmer muscular body. He used his brownish waved hair shoulder length then and I remember I used to love to run my fingers through his curls while kissing his naked chest down to his waist where I used to stop myself, not sure if I would dare someday to suck him. Everytime I went that far I choke back the idea, not sure of how to do it or if I would be able to make him feel what he always made me feel. Beside I used to feel so ashamed whenever I was with him, I used to feel like I knew nothing about sex until I met him, I used to lay down and waited for him to play with me until make me cum while I just would touch his body with my shy hands and sometimes lips.

But above all that I couldn't convice myself of the extremly basic thing: Having a men's cock in my mouth was absolutly out of question. For all I care it was disgussting, no matter if Marco'd done it so many times I couldn't had count them, no matter how good it felt and no matter that I'd taste the salty taste of his cum and I had secretly liked it, I couldn't help but think that it was still a men's pole and that I shouldn't want to suck a men's pole because I was NOT gay... 
But then the innevitable question appeared: But what if...?

Still unsure I spent the nexts of our "exploring sessions" to catch every single movement, every single twist of his tongue, the way his mouth encircled and then how he engulfed me all, how he managed to keep his breath and how he swallowed all my load without let go a single drop out of his mouth.
Just after a few weeks doing that I finally dare to take a try and suck him. 

That day, when he was about to go down on me I stoped him.
"Let me try it today...", I asked him.
Marco stared at me in shock.
"... What?"
"Just if you want to...", I added quickly.
"Of course I want to but ... Just if YOU want to...", he was still in shock.

"I wouldn't had say it if I wouldn't had mean it", was my angry reply. I wasn't in the mood of having a long discussion about what I wanted to do or not because, well... I wasn't even sure what I really wanted to do, but I knew that if he kept asking I would had change my mind.

Marco stared at me with the kind of look I had always liked, a kind of look that hides completly what is crossing through his mind, completly unreadable. Then he smiled and sat at the edge of the bed without say a word, just leting me know with his eyes that I was allowed to continue. 

I knelt in front of him between his legs and just once I was facing Marco’s cock I suddenly realized I didn't had considered one part of the whole sucking stuff: How would I put that whole huge stick into my mouth? One thing was stroke it with my hands and another very different was try to swallow his thick and hard 9” cock!

I started by licking it from the bottom to the top, filling my nose for the first time with his musky scent, feeling every swollen vein and his amazingly softness at the top of his circumcised cock. I encircled his head with my lips licking it with my tongue just as I had learned from him. Then I shoved it a bit more deeper and I started to work it in and out my mouth. I thought I wouldn’t be able to make him feel what he make me feel when he did that to me, after all he was able to swallow my 6” and a half without even span, but for the way I was hearing him moaning I was sure he was enjoying it and just think about that made me want to continue. It didn’t take much longer until I started to taste that delicious salty sweetness of his precum in my mouth.

I was actually sucking his cock. The realization of it made me thought about all the time I'd wasted deciding in doing it or not. Once there, between his legs and working his soft head with my tongue inside my mouth I couldn't care less if it was disgusting as I had always been taught it was, all I could think was that it felt great.
I felt his hands in my head, grabbing me by my hair (I used my hair very long then) and pushing me to suck him further while saying things like: “You are great…” or “I’d never been sucked like this...”, and making me hornier with every word and with his growing strength at each thrust he was giving to me. He started to move his hips at the same pace of my sucking, managing to shove his cock deeper into my mouth.

After some minutes it was obvious he wasn’t taking it nicely anymore while saying other things like: “Suck it deeper… Take it to your throat…”, and with that he was pushing my head harder and his cock was almost in my throat and then I started to gag. 

Then I remember too keep breathing, though it was a bit dificult because of how deep his cock was going but then I realized it was just a coordination thing. But when I noticed it would be necesary to hold my breath for a long while because he was keeping his head at the back of my throat for too long I start to get desperate.

I choke and tried to take it out but he was holding my head very tight and didn’t let me go and I was again receiving his cock in my throat, though after a few more in and outs the he finally allowed me to breath again and so the panic stoped and I began to enjoy the secret pleasure of being facefucked in that hard way, without any contemplations like I would had been his whore. 

I could feel how my own cock was letting go some precum just by being treated like that and I started to stroke myself while Marco was holding me harder.
“You like to suck it, don’t you?", he asked but ofcourse I wasn't able to answer that it was absolutly amazing, though he seem to understand what I was thinking because he added: "I knew you’d love it… I knew you’d love to eat my cock…”, and every word was just making me hornier.