Then he stepped back a bit, showing off his hard cock, fully erect. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest just from looking. The stretched skin glistened lightly with the moisture still clinging to it, veins pulsing slowly under the surface, the heat radiating from it warming my face before I even touched it.
— Suck it! You've done that before, right? — he asked with that naughty grin.
I just shook my head no, feeling my whole face burn.
— You've never sucked one, Rafa? — he asked, stunned.
— No… — I whispered, dying of embarrassment, my voice barely coming out.
He chuckled softly, but then got serious again, his eyes locked on mine.
— Come on… put your hand on it. I'll teach you — he said.
I sat on the bed, adjusting my body with one leg crossed, trying to act calm, but inside my chest was pounding unevenly, the air in the room getting heavier. He stood right at the edge, staring at me with those hazel eyes, shamelessly displaying his huge cock, pointed straight at me. I stared, amazed at the size, the subtle masculine scent rising to my nose, mixed with the faint chlorine smell still stuck to his skin. I mustered up the courage and placed my hand on it, timidly, awkwardly, feeling the hot skin, the rigid pulse in my palm like it had a life of its own.
I started stroking slowly, feeling how hard, hot, and alive it was. Diego let out a low moan, a rough sound that vibrated right in my chest, and soon he grabbed my hand, guiding my movements, teaching me the right rhythm. I got into that up-and-down motion, paying attention to every reaction from him — the way his abs tightened a little, the short sigh that escaped when I squeezed a bit harder. Little by little, I loosened up, getting the hang of it, almost having fun seeing how much he was enjoying it, his body responding to every stroke of my hand.
Suddenly, he put his hand on the back of my neck and murmured:
— Now use that pretty mouth, Rafa… I wanna feel you sucking me.
I froze right then. I didn't know what to do… whether to suck it or not. My heart was already racing a mile a minute, the air caught in my throat.
— Come on, Rafa… suck me! — he insisted, with that naughty smile that always undid me.
I touched the head with my lips, gave it some shy little kisses, then let my tongue slide around it, real slow. The taste was strong, salty, filling my whole mouth, hot and slightly sticky on the tip of my tongue. He pressed a little harder on my neck, like he wanted me to take more.
— That's it, Rafa… suck it like it's a lollipop — he said, turned on.
"Damn… a huge lollipop," I thought, laughing inside, as I kept going. I ran my tongue around the head, licking slowly, feeling his flavor spread in my mouth, and swallowing bit by bit. Sometimes I'd stay just on the head, sucking lightly, swirling my tongue around nice and slow; other times I'd go deeper, letting it slide further into my mouth, the hot weight filling the space, brushing the roof of my mouth. I was still shy and clumsy, but at the same time turned on. And the more he moaned, the more I got turned on, feeling a subtle heat building back between my legs.
— Yeah, Rafa… keep going… what a tasty little mouth… — he murmured, his voice thick with lust. I close my eyes and I can still hear his voice and picture the whole scene, like it happened yesterday.
Diego started holding my head, guiding me with a firm but gentle grip, and every moan that escaped him got me even hornier, making me suck with even more eagerness. I was really starting to love it: the salty taste of him on my tongue, the way he throbbed hot in my mouth with every move.
I stayed there for a while, sucking, listening to his moans getting louder. Until he grabbed my head with both hands.
— That's it, Rafinha, don't stop... I'm gonna cum in your mouth — he said.
I didn't even know exactly what was coming, and I kept sucking, hooked.
Suddenly I felt the hot jet explode in my mouth. It shot straight down my throat and I even gagged, surprised. The strong, salty, kinda bitter taste caught me totally off guard, spreading fast on my tongue. I froze, not knowing whether to spit or swallow.
— Swallow it, come on — he ordered, with a wicked smile.
I hesitated, but I'd already swallowed some without meaning to. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and sent the rest down, making the biggest grossed-out face.
How it felt to taste his cum
It was weird and hot at the same time. The feeling of the first time I put my mouth on a cock, I'll never forget it. The taste was intense, kinda salty, and right away it made me wanna pull back. But at the same time, seeing Diego moaning, totally lost in what I was doing… that got me insanely turned on.
It was like, for the first time, I had some power over him. Every suck pulled a moan out of him, every flick of my tongue made his whole body react. I still felt inexperienced, kinda awkward, but also curious, wanting to learn, to explore, to see how much pleasure I could give him.
And suddenly, the discomfort from the start gave way to this strange pleasure, almost addictive. I liked feeling him in my mouth, hearing his breathing speed up, knowing it was me making him like that.
When I felt his hot cum flooding my mouth, it was a shock. My first instinct was to spit, but at the same time I was so into it that I ended up swallowing. I made a face, obviously. But deep down… it was way too exciting knowing I'd made him cum.
The Spell of Von Rothbart
When I felt him cum in my mouth, it was like I'd drunk poison. As soon as I swallowed that hot liquid, it felt like something had changed in me. Like Diego was my Von Rothbart — the cruel sorcerer from Swan Lake, the one who casts the curse on Princess Odette, dooming her to live as a swan.
It was like his cum had that same supernatural power, running through my veins, marking me. I felt like Odette, trapped by the spell: between the princess and the hunt for pleasure, between freedom and captivity.
And deep down, I knew… every time I gave in, I got more trapped. An invisible bond, forbidden, but impossible to break. In my twisted fairy tale, Diego wasn't the prince who came to save me. He was the sorcerer Von Rothbart… and I was enchanted.
And worse: unlike Odette, I didn't even wanna fight this spell — and maybe I couldn't.
Funny thing is, even back then without knowing all this, Swan Lake had always been my favorite ballet since I was a kid. Coincidence?
To be continued...