I’m Peter, and if you’d told me a few days ago that I’d end up enjoying a blowjob from a guy, I’d have laughed in your face. Me, a straight guy, always thinking about women, sleeping with women—never once had I imagined a man touching me. It all started one day when I was scouring the internet for a woman to relieve me. I was horny, my balls heavy, just wanting to unload. I dive into the ads, looking for something to turn me on, and suddenly I stumble across one: “Chris, the Blowjob Wizard – He’ll Send You Somewhere Else.” A guy? “What’s this dude on about?” I think. But I keep reading—how he sucks, how he licks, how he makes you cum like there’s no tomorrow. And out of nowhere, I feel my dick getting hard. “What the hell?” I say to myself, but curiosity starts gnawing at me. I’d never thought about this before, but the idea was turning me on. Finally, I pick up the phone. “Look, man, I’m not gay, but I want to try it,” I tell Chris. And that’s how it began. I walk into his place with a thousand doubts. “What am I doing here?” I wonder, sweat trickling down my forehead. My heart’s pounding, my hands shaking. But Chris leads me to the massage room, and everything changes. Dim lighting, flickering candles, soft music filling the air—I feel a warmth wrapping around me. The room smells of lavender and something sweet, like honey. “What’s going on here, man?” I mumble, but my body starts relaxing before I even realize it. He lays me down on the bed, and from there, I just surrender. First Technique: “The Deep Flame” Chris looks me in the eyes, and a shiver runs through me. My dick hardens just from his gaze. “Relax, Peter,” he says in a deep, calm voice. His hand wraps around the base of my shaft, squeezing gently, and I feel the blood rushing in. My heart beats faster, sweat drips down my neck. His tongue starts at my balls—warm, wet, sliding up slowly, leaving spit dripping over them. “What are you doing to me, man?” I whisper, my voice trembling. He reaches the tip, circles it with his lips, sucks lightly like he’s tasting me. His tongue swirls around the edge, slow and deliberate, and I feel a fire igniting inside me. He goes deep, taking me all in, his throat tightening around me like a warm sleeve, then pulls back so slowly that every nerve in me burns. His fingers grab my balls, stroking them, squeezing lightly, and suddenly I feel the cum rising. “I’m gonna blow!” I shout, and Chris sucks down every drop, leaving me breathing hard, my body trembling under the candlelight. “Where’ve you been all my life?” I say, sweat dripping onto my chest. Second Technique: “The Thunderclap Storm” Here, Chris gets wilder. His hand grips my dick, twists the base hard, and his mouth dives straight for the tip. His tongue flicks the sensitive spot underneath, fast like lightning, and I feel waves crashing through me from head to toe. “Man, I can’t take it!” I yell, but the music keeps me locked in the intensity. He takes me all in, his mouth clamping down like a vice, his tongue relentless. His other hand grabs my balls, squeezes them, tugs them lightly, and the pressure makes me moan uncontrollably. He keeps me on the edge, the speed of his mouth dizzying, and when I finally break, my cum hits his throat like a storm. “How can it be this good?” I say, collapsing back on the bed, my heart thundering, my legs shaking. I’d never felt such intensity, such pleasure—and from a guy. Third Technique: “The Vortex of Ruin” This is the climax. Chris puts both hands to work—one grips my dick, twisting fast, while the other plays with my balls, squeezing them, wetting them with spit dripping from his mouth. He starts by licking my balls, sucking them hard, drowning them in his mouth, and I feel a jolt shoot up my spine. Then he moves to my dick, his tongue sliding around the tip, fast like a whirlpool, and he takes me all in until I feel his throat choking me. His mouth moves like a wave, up and down, his tongue flicking and swirling, his hands never stopping their squeeze. I feel like I’m being swept away by a torrent, losing control, and when I cum, it’s like an explosion—my load fills his mouth, and Chris swallows it greedily, licking until I’m completely drained. “Man, Chris, you’ve made me yours,” I say, my body trembling, sweat dripping onto the floor. As I get up from the bed, I feel different. My prejudices are dust, my guilt gone. Chris showed me pleasure in a new way, opened me up to things I never imagined. I’m not the same Peter anymore—I’m someone who tried, enjoyed, and didn’t regret a single second.
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