My First Cock: The Blindfolded Surprise That Shattered My World
Our living room pulsed with heat that Sunday afternoon. Blindfolded, arms bound, I lay helpless on the bed earlier, but now champagne fizzed in the air. Maude’s gift—ties and blindfold—had tricked me into ecstasy with Nadia riding me hard. Then the reveal. Her caramel skin glistening, hips grinding. Yanis pounding Maude doggy-style beside us. Pure chaos. Hearts raced. Mine hammered like a drum in my chest.
We spilled into the salon, naked, buzzing. Women on the couch, Nadia pulling Maude close. Kisses started soft, then hungry. Tongues danced. Hands roamed thighs, breasts mashed. My cock twitched back to life. Yanis beside me, his dark hand suddenly gripped my shaft. Warm. Firm. Not Maude’s touch. Not Nadia’s. A man’s fingers, stroking slow, peeling skin over my swelling head. Palming my balls gentle, like treasure.
The Approach
Panic spiked. I’m straight. Always was. But Maude’s eyes locked on mine over Nadia’s shoulder. From between her thighs, lapping pussy, she watched. That look. ‘Try it. What do you risk?’ Heart thundered. Breath caught. I froze, desire flooding fear. His grip tightened, rhythmic. Unknown territory loomed. No turning back. My hand trembled, reached out. Closed on his thickening cock. Hot. Veiny. Real. Pulse synced with mine. We stroked each other, eyes on the girls’ sixty-nine frenzy. Tongues buried in wet folds. Groans filled the room. Tension coiled tight in my gut.
He dropped. Knees hit carpet. Mouth engulfed me. Wet heat. No warning. Suction pulled deep, throat welcoming. Better than any pussy tease. Eyes wide, I watched his head bob, black curls swaying. If blindfolded, I’d never guess—a man sucking my dick. Pure bliss. Raw. My turn loomed. He rose, cock jutting like a spear inches from my face. Thick. Glistening. Musky scent hit me. Balls heavy below.
The Instant
Tongue flicked out. First contact. Salty skin on his glans—silky soft. Weird ridge at the base. Pre-cum bead, bitter-sharp like shared seed from Maude. Heart exploded. No retreat. Lips parted. Gland filled my mouth. Stretched jaws. Couldn’t deep-throat like her—just suckled, tongue swirling. Pumped clumsy. Tasted man. Pulse roared in ears. Thrust gentle into my face. Reciprocation. Electric shame-lust surged.
He pulled away. Grinned. We flanked the table. Nadia ass up, Maude tonguing her from below. Spread cheeks. Winking hole, slick. But I aimed lower. Slid into Nadia’s soaked cunt. Balls grazed Maude’s forehead. Her breath hot on my sack as I pumped. Yanis mirrored, filling Maude. Synced thrusts. Glory.
Spent, I fed Maude my dripping cock. Cleaned by her loving mouth. Yanis flooded her next. We collapsed. Innocence cracked wide. That first male touch—clumsy, nerve-wracking—unlocked doors. No regrets. Just hunger for more. Maude’s sly smile promised it. Our couple evolved. Raw edges smoothed into wicked bliss. Adulthood hit hard, cock-first.
