bi-caps: queue-balls:Submission: Chrissy’s Story This is something you’ll see here occasionally: r
bi-caps: queue-balls: Submission: Chrissy’s Story This is something you’ll see here occasionally: real-life stories submitted by users. Specifically, stories about things they’ve done after viewing my blog, listening to the audio files, or spending time on #clubgoon. You can submit your own story for consideration here, with an explicit, 300-word account of whatever deviant, depraved act gooning drove you to. Names and places are always changed to protect the guilty. Enjoy. qb It finally happened. I logged in this morning to clubgoon as soon as I woke up, neglecting to do anything else but to get myself signed in as quickly as possible. The usual bunch were on. Some desperate holes just like me all eagerly craving attention, others just there to goon to whatever porn came up, and a few around to help with the corruption of our soft, malleable minds. But I wasn’t satisfied. I was talking to some friends about how I had plans this Sunday to suck my first cock, which excited me to the point of going onto the hook-up website to see if I could talk to anyone there. To my surprise, the guy I’d made plans to meet with on Sunday was online. He immediately asked me if I was free to come over right now. I looked at the clock and realized that all I had to do to get cock into my mouth in less than 5 minutes was to agree to go see him. I asked him for a moment to think about it, but then he quickly typed up how easy it would be, and how amazing I would look on my knees in front of him. I said “okay,” shocking myself. I asked him where he lived (less than a 3 minute drive). Then I realized that my body was actually moving. Then I was on the road, though my mind was elsewhere, in a haze of lust. When I pulled into his driveway there wasn’t any hesitation. I walked up to his front door, and walked in once he opened it. I can’t emphasize how nervous I was, but he took over from there. He led me to his family room and told me to get on my knees. I did, my face level with his crotch. I watched him unbuckle his belt, then take off his jeans, revealing his bulging briefs. Then he told me to get to work. At first I nuzzled his cock through his briefs but it wasn’t more than a few seconds later that I had it out, and in my mouth. I rubbed his cock and balls all over my face, finally smelling it for real. I didn’t waste any time licking or teasing my way to his pleasure; I just took it upon myself to keep his entire cock wet with my mouth and resist gagging as best as I could. I wish I had done differently, because it turns out that this had quite the effect on him. Only about five minutes later could I tell he was about to cum. He’d given me the option in our chats for me to choose where to cum, but right then he grabbed my head. I knew the choice was his. He began thrusting harder and faster into my mouth, making me gag. Soon his cock spurted his bittersweet into the back of my mouth, and I swallowed it eagerly. That’s when I knew I’d finally crossed over into my new life. He said that he might have a friend join us on Sunday, and sent me on my way. I could still taste him as I drove home in a daze. I got home, logged back into clubgoon, and waited for the next cock to come find me. Awesome ;) -- source link