How I Became a Boxer
Many of you can't imagine how delicious it is to make a man laugh, giving a good blowjob. I'm a blowjob addict. I love to suck a blowjob. To feel the hard cock pulsating, the man groaning with pleasure and finally enjoying, spitting out the viscous, thick, hot nectar. In short: I'm a blowjob addict. I'm a blowjob addict, a plentiful spitting out. The taste of sperm. How else did I get addicted? How did I get to this stage? Ah... This is an old story, I'll try to summarize.
When I was in my early 20s, I lived in a building with a 24-hour doorman, and the night doorman was a dark-skinned, strong, medium-sized, serious and discreet man, about 35 to 40 years old, named Aderbal.
At night I liked to stand in the doorway. I always talked to Mr. Aderbal. After a while, he started talking about filth. He kept asking me about my sex life. Since my sexual activity was none, he laughed and said: The business is to suck a roll, don't you want to try? Day after day, that language in my ear <unk> doesn't want to try sucking a roll.
One day he took me to a closed room where he had a good view of the door. He stood on the table and threw the roll out. I was stunned. It was the first time I had seen a dick of an adult man. It wasn't that big. It was about 17 centimeters and quite thick. It was hard, with some protruding veins and the head was already shining a bit.
- He says: come pick up, do you want to pick up?
I liked the feel of the stick in my hand, the texture.
- He says, "Get on your knees, smell it, come smell it".
Obediently, I smelled, and I confess I liked the smell of sex, but I didn't know that smell was so intoxicating.
- He says put it in your mouth and suck it.
I felt that hard, slightly salty, smelly member in my mouth and awkwardly started sucking it.
- He says: wait, I'll teach you. So he sits on a small sofa. He pulls down his pants and underwear. He makes me kneel at his feet. At this moment I had a better view of that roll. Beautiful. Tough. Thick. Veins protruding and combs at the base. Wonderful. I began to smell, kiss and suck. At first slowly. I slowly got the way. Hold on to the base and punch. I sucked only the glans, then put the whole stick in his mouth. He said: you take way boy, it's like that, it's tasty and moaned an issssssss, replaced by an ahhahhhhhhhhh. Suddenly taste. This was the first time I received a man's taste in my mouth. I couldn't get it out, everything a little bit by my squeezing. Strange that I would like it so much later. I'd like it so much more. He even takes you to the last sip of milk until tomorrow, I'll give you the last sip of milk.
It was like this, day after day there I was sucking in the role of Mr. Aderbal. I was gaining experience and he was more and more letting go. Sometimes he was very affectionate. He would smooth my hair and say: likewise your whore, suck likewise, ahhh delicious, for after a long time moaning and talking affectionate things he rewarded me with his abundant sperm that I delighted in.
Other times he was rude. He held my hair aggressively. He forced his dick into my mouth and said: suck deer, breast in this roll your kid. Do you want to fuck? Do you want? So breast in this fuck. Breast in your male deer. Isssssss, ahhhhhh, tastyoooooo, ahhhhh fuck, breast, toooma <unk> and in a spasm, accompanied by a roar, the dick landing gave me his hot fuck that I took with longing.
I don't know which I liked more. When he was gentle, affectionate or when he was rude. Both forms gave me immense pleasure. I was becoming a slave to that man. Dependent on that man. Addicted to his sperm. On his days off, I was indolent, nervous, I really missed him, our moments of pleasure.
Sometimes I begged him to suck, I remember one day, right after his break, when he arrived, I was already at the reception waiting for him, he left immediately saying, "Don't fuck today, you can go up to your apartment, I'm going to change my clothes to work".
Don't do this to me, I've been waiting two days.
Before I left the house I fucked you know, I took a sip.
I saw he was in a bad mood, so I went upstairs, took a break, came back, he was in the study, he opened the door, I walked in.
I can't take it anymore today, I climbed a hill before I left the house, I had a bite to eat, I didn't even shower because I was late.
Please, Aderbal, don't do this, let me suck just a little.
You're getting hooked on deer, come suck cock with a taste of butt.
In the very chair where he sat to watch the door, he pulled down his pants. I knelt down. Really on his dick and on his combs there were traces of dried sperm. The smell was stronger and even more intoxicating. His dick was flaccid. I put it in my mouth and slowly and affectionately I was sucking. Wonderful to feel the flaccid member in my mouth and slowly it was acquiring the wetness until it became totally hard and pulsating. I tried to suck with all the affection possible. I wanted to please my man. I would massage his bag. I would kiss the entire length of the roll. I would go up and down the entire length of the penis, I would concentrate more on the glans. I would put everything in his mouth, he would suck on it and he would go back to work with the tongue. He would go back to work with the tongue. I continued to whimper. Today when I was getting close to the dick, I would leave it in my mouth, and slowly and affectionately I was sucking.
This lasted from my 20s to my 24s, for four years, almost every day breast-feeding as Mr. Aderbal, a relationship that was sometimes sweet, sometimes tumultuous, and I loved and was very dependent on that man.
One day I had to move out of the building, and it was hard to live without Mr. Aderbal's tasty nectar, and now all that's left is my addiction, my predilection for blowjobs, which I try to satisfy sparingly, discreetly, and without involvement.
When I was in my early 20s, I lived in a building with a 24-hour doorman, and the night doorman was a dark-skinned, strong, medium-sized, serious and discreet man, about 35 to 40 years old, named Aderbal.
At night I liked to stand in the doorway. I always talked to Mr. Aderbal. After a while, he started talking about filth. He kept asking me about my sex life. Since my sexual activity was none, he laughed and said: The business is to suck a roll, don't you want to try? Day after day, that language in my ear <unk> doesn't want to try sucking a roll.
One day he took me to a closed room where he had a good view of the door. He stood on the table and threw the roll out. I was stunned. It was the first time I had seen a dick of an adult man. It wasn't that big. It was about 17 centimeters and quite thick. It was hard, with some protruding veins and the head was already shining a bit.
- He says: come pick up, do you want to pick up?
I liked the feel of the stick in my hand, the texture.
- He says, "Get on your knees, smell it, come smell it".
Obediently, I smelled, and I confess I liked the smell of sex, but I didn't know that smell was so intoxicating.
- He says put it in your mouth and suck it.
I felt that hard, slightly salty, smelly member in my mouth and awkwardly started sucking it.
- He says: wait, I'll teach you. So he sits on a small sofa. He pulls down his pants and underwear. He makes me kneel at his feet. At this moment I had a better view of that roll. Beautiful. Tough. Thick. Veins protruding and combs at the base. Wonderful. I began to smell, kiss and suck. At first slowly. I slowly got the way. Hold on to the base and punch. I sucked only the glans, then put the whole stick in his mouth. He said: you take way boy, it's like that, it's tasty and moaned an issssssss, replaced by an ahhahhhhhhhhh. Suddenly taste. This was the first time I received a man's taste in my mouth. I couldn't get it out, everything a little bit by my squeezing. Strange that I would like it so much later. I'd like it so much more. He even takes you to the last sip of milk until tomorrow, I'll give you the last sip of milk.
It was like this, day after day there I was sucking in the role of Mr. Aderbal. I was gaining experience and he was more and more letting go. Sometimes he was very affectionate. He would smooth my hair and say: likewise your whore, suck likewise, ahhh delicious, for after a long time moaning and talking affectionate things he rewarded me with his abundant sperm that I delighted in.
Other times he was rude. He held my hair aggressively. He forced his dick into my mouth and said: suck deer, breast in this roll your kid. Do you want to fuck? Do you want? So breast in this fuck. Breast in your male deer. Isssssss, ahhhhhh, tastyoooooo, ahhhhh fuck, breast, toooma <unk> and in a spasm, accompanied by a roar, the dick landing gave me his hot fuck that I took with longing.
I don't know which I liked more. When he was gentle, affectionate or when he was rude. Both forms gave me immense pleasure. I was becoming a slave to that man. Dependent on that man. Addicted to his sperm. On his days off, I was indolent, nervous, I really missed him, our moments of pleasure.
Sometimes I begged him to suck, I remember one day, right after his break, when he arrived, I was already at the reception waiting for him, he left immediately saying, "Don't fuck today, you can go up to your apartment, I'm going to change my clothes to work".
Don't do this to me, I've been waiting two days.
Before I left the house I fucked you know, I took a sip.
I saw he was in a bad mood, so I went upstairs, took a break, came back, he was in the study, he opened the door, I walked in.
I can't take it anymore today, I climbed a hill before I left the house, I had a bite to eat, I didn't even shower because I was late.
Please, Aderbal, don't do this, let me suck just a little.
You're getting hooked on deer, come suck cock with a taste of butt.
In the very chair where he sat to watch the door, he pulled down his pants. I knelt down. Really on his dick and on his combs there were traces of dried sperm. The smell was stronger and even more intoxicating. His dick was flaccid. I put it in my mouth and slowly and affectionately I was sucking. Wonderful to feel the flaccid member in my mouth and slowly it was acquiring the wetness until it became totally hard and pulsating. I tried to suck with all the affection possible. I wanted to please my man. I would massage his bag. I would kiss the entire length of the roll. I would go up and down the entire length of the penis, I would concentrate more on the glans. I would put everything in his mouth, he would suck on it and he would go back to work with the tongue. He would go back to work with the tongue. I continued to whimper. Today when I was getting close to the dick, I would leave it in my mouth, and slowly and affectionately I was sucking.
This lasted from my 20s to my 24s, for four years, almost every day breast-feeding as Mr. Aderbal, a relationship that was sometimes sweet, sometimes tumultuous, and I loved and was very dependent on that man.
One day I had to move out of the building, and it was hard to live without Mr. Aderbal's tasty nectar, and now all that's left is my addiction, my predilection for blowjobs, which I try to satisfy sparingly, discreetly, and without involvement.
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