Throat Fucking

The other week on the blog The Erotic Writer, an invitation was put up for writers to respond to the following prompt:

Write a story about the first time you really felt a man’s cock or a woman’s pussy; when you knew you were hooked; when you knew you couldn’t live without it. Where were you? What position were you in? Was your lover older or younger?

My own response is written below. If you like the prompt, however, I encourage you to pen something of your own on the subject, and perhaps check out some of the other submissions. All of them can be found as guest posts on The Erotic Writer, along with a whole bundle of fantastic stories by the four main authors of the blog. Enjoy reading/writing.

Best,

Smithy

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“In a moment I’m going to hold down your head. You won’t be able to breathe, and your brain might panic and tell you you’re dying. But you are going to be fine. Is this alright?”

My eyes were frozen on him while my lips hovered at the tip of his cock. He was slick with my labors to please, but despite the practice I was not yet used to taking the whole length of him. Nervousness twisted in my stomach, and I nodded my consent. He caught my gaze and watched me steadily, waiting for me to take the deep breaths I needed to calm myself. His fingers brushed through my hair, gentle, from temple to the soft groove above the nape of my neck.

He must have sensed my resolve when it firmed, because it was then that his hand gripped and pushed.

“Relax,” he muttered as I tensed to gag–his member slid warm over my tongue and pressed against the entrance to my throat. I took a slow breath, and he pushed again.

My throat was not accustomed to this kind of intrusion; he felt thick and foreign. Relax, relax, relax…I repeated to myself, until I softened to admit his firmness.

And suddenly, I was full of him. He was not a monstrously hung man, but his cock pushed wide the walls of my throat in a way that felt like a fuck. He hilted himself that extra centimeter, so that my lips sunk to kiss the skin of his pelvis.

Dear God. I groaned into him, and heard an echoing sound from him.

Dear God.

I would have liked to stay in that headspace just a second longer–warm and impaled with a mind that only spoke in expletives. But it was a short time before my body forgot that my mind had agreed not to breathe. My mouth and nose moved as though they would take a fresh stream of air, but I could gulp no new oxygen past his girth. My body tightened, confused by this denial, and tried again. Nothing. His cock was in me, his hands were on me, and no amount of struggling was pushing any air past these stoppers.

Instinctual panic surged up in me like bile, and my nails seized the skin of his hips while I struggled to fight it back down. His hands held secure in their place. I knew they wouldn’t let go for some time, but my lungs begged so much for breath that I still pushed my head repeatedly against them. I writhed, and his cock and my mouth clung to each other. I spent a desperate, indefinite time there.

And at some point, his fingers loosened. My head broke through them and I sucked in a drowner’s gasp.

I felt his hand touch along my jaw, holding my chin up as I coughed and greedily swallowed air. My eyes had begun to water slightly, and I rubbed a fist over them, blinking until his face came into focus. His grin had pulled up one corner of his mouth.

“Not bad for a first go,” he commented cheerfully. I returned the smile, as my breathing gradually slowed.

“That was…fuckin’ terrifying,” I told him, lowering myself back down onto my belly and nuzzling my cheek against his thigh. He chuckled at this, and gave my head a good-natured scritch. He let me regain my wind entirely before he spoke again.

“I’d like you to try and take me yourself,” he said, hand leaving my head. I watched him push himself higher into the pillows supporting his back, and felt a return of nervous anticipation.

“Take your time though,” he continued, “Relax. Is it comfortable for you on your stomach like that?”

“Mm…” I fidgeted a little to get a better spot within the blankets, and then scooched towards his pelvis on my elbows. “Yeah, I think this is good.”

“Good. Then when you’re ready.”

I took a breath in, then out, and then in once more–before I slid my lips back down over his cock. He soon nudged the back of my tongue, and I paused.

“That’s it. Take your time.”

Relaxing consciously, I pushed myself deeper onto him. That feeling of fullness returned, and I heard his quiet grunt as my lips ran aground on his pelvis.

It took more self-control than I thought I had to avoid trying to breathe all this time, waiting until he was settled there within me. But after a moment’s pause, I allowed myself to widen my throat around him and tentatively inhale. The stream of air I pulled in was small around the girth of his cock, but it was enough to replenish my lungs. Slowly I breathed out, and then in, carefully–my focus on that stream of air was nearly meditative. Carefully calmed like this, the urge to gag did not clamp my throat closed. He sighed, and his hand squeezed my shoulder.

“Good…relax…”

I inhaled and savored him: the thick warmth and weight of him on my tongue, the subtle and distinctly male taste. I explored him tentatively, beginning to lick infinity signs into the base of his cock. His hand tightened again, and a deep groan rose from his throat.

Ahhhh Christ, atta girl.”

My stomach fluttered at the encouragement, and for a while the infinity signs grew in size. It wasn’t until this licking fell out of sync with the measured breathing that I felt my gag reflex begin to return. My throat convulsed once around him as I quickly pulled my mouth from his cock’s base back up to its head. He was chuckling again. I wiped spittle from my lower lip.

Much better,” he assured me, and patted the spot next to him. “Come on up here.”

“Thank you,” I said, and crawled up to his side.

His arm dropped and tightened around me, pulling me to his chest. I rested my head there and closed my eyes.

“Ah…by the way. I hope you don’t feel bad that I didn’t cum.”

My eyes reopened, and I looked up towards him; I hadn’t really thought to question the matter, but it did seem odd now that he mentioned it.

He noticed my expression and quickly explained, “Some girls get upset when they spend a lot of time sucking my cock and I don’t cum. But I trained myself to control my orgasm–I hold out on purpose. I just like the sensation of fucking more than the orgasm, so I want to prolong the former.”

“Why not just hold off then while you’re enjoying yourself, and cum at the end?” I asked.

He hesitated. “It is a little ridiculous…”

“Ridiculous is fine.”

“Alright,” he said.

I stared at him expectantly.

“…Alright,” he repeated. “I…sort of forget.”

I straightened now, and turned to look at him.

“You forget?”

“Yes.”

“You forget! You would be one to forget to get off.”

“Well blowjobs feel nice, and I get distracted by enjoying them, so I forget!” he said, with a hint of defensiveness in his tone that made me want to grin.

“That’s fine, really. I mean, as long as you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I am,” he said.

We exchanged a look, and then the both of us laughed a little. He lifted his arm and I snuggled back under it.

“I would like it, though, if you came in me some time,” I ventured after a moment.

“Oh?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay,” he said, tone amused but ambiguous. He shifted the pillows behind us a bit, and then motioned that I should scoot down with him. He tugged the covers over our shoulders as we burrowed and resettled together beneath them.

“Would you like me to sleep with you?” he asked.

“I…”

“I mean literally sleep. Here.”

“Oh! Yes, I’d like that.”

“Okay.”

He rested his head back, and shortly after closed his eyes.

I watched him a while like this, his face relaxed, breath slowing as sleep crept over him–his brow had knit ever so slightly, and his mouth settled into what would almost look like a pout if he hadn’t such a mature look about him. This set such a contrast to the trickster grin his waking self defaulted to, that for a moment I was taken aback. Odd, really, that he should look less happy while asleep than while awake and watching. Those first few moments of drifting off always felt to me like afterglow.

“You’re new,” I muttered to myself, reaching over his chest to turn off the light. “Very very new.”

He responded with a light, gruff snore. I stifled simultaneous urges to laugh and kiss him, instead moving as gently as possible to lie down comfortably without waking him. The outline of his profile was just barely visible in the dark.

Don’t frown, though. I like it.”

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5 comments on “Throat Fucking

  1. paul1510 says:

    Smithy,
    very nice, takes me back to the first time I was given one. 😀
    Paul.

  2. vanillamom says:

    wow wow …that was so intense, erotic and beautiful at the end. Thanks wordsmithingimp…it was a delight to gobble down every word. 🙂

    nilla

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