Hello, Horny Readers! I’ve observed an interesting cock sucker phenomenon in My time as a phone sex Femdomme. There are quite a few who:
- sucked cock for the first time in college
- took a break from it (sometimes for decades), and then
- had those memories re-ignite the oral fixation.
Thus, they come to Me, to confide, fantasize, and strategize.
Kind of fascinating, isn’t it?
Why does college bring out the cock sucker for so many?
The amount that many college students party is pretty cliche, right? It’s at least in part a celebration of emancipation.Think about it: the heady thrill of independence. You’re away from home for the first time. No curfew, no watchful parental eye. Practically no rules. It’s natural that this would give birth to a bit of hedonism. It’s the perfect time to do things you’ve never done before, and think you’ll never do again.
College is like the Las Vegas of life: what happens in college, stays in college.
Except when it doesn’t. *smirk*
Add to that the negotiations of living with a stranger, not a sibling or parent. Two guys in their sexual prime, sharing a rather small room, are jointly cognizant of masturbation frequency in their demographic. More than once, I heard from a college cock sucker that first, they got sick of trying to hide the need to jack off from one another, to strategize when they could do it around each other’s schedules. Then, they jointly decided they didn’t care if the other one masturbated while they were in the room. Next, they decided they didn’t care if they did it at the same time, to the same porn. Then it didn’t seem to be a big deal to lend each other a hand.
And finally, lending each other a hand turned into lending each other a mouth!
Why does the college cock sucker go on hiatus?
Remember My remark about college being the Las Vegas of life?
Most of these guys considered themselves straight in college, and still did afterwards (I know, I know. Why would a straight man suck cock?). Even if their cock sucking streak went on for quite a while, which in the case of some of those I canvassed, it did.
After that, most seemed to feel it was time to “put away childish things”, to buckle down to the seriousness of life as an adult–finding a job, perhaps getting married and having a couple offspring. Their cock cravings were shoved to the back of their minds, best chalked up to youthful experimentation and left in the past. The hurly-burly of real world obligations allowed the door behind which those sloppy slurping scenes were kept, to remain firmly closed and locked.
Some didn’t think it was that remarkable at the time. It was something they tried, but then they got a girlfriend and didn’t think about it again. Others found a girlfriend because they were frightened at how much they did like it, seeking refuge from their possible bisexual humiliation in pussy.
Some ended up blindsided when the cock lust came rushing back, puzzled as to why they were suddenly longing once again to wrap their mouths around something thick and throbbing. Some always knew it was there, and simply, at some point in their lives, gave up trying to deny it.
What makes cock lust return?
After the mad rush to make a living and make a life, there’s more time for idle thoughts. More time on one’s hands. When the mind wanders, it often wanders back in time. For those who remember their college cock sucking fondly, but were temporarily distracted by other things, revisiting those secrets quickly went from amusing to diverting to consuming. Those who did their best not to remember over the years, for fear of what it might mean, found that it was exhausting, after a while, to keep the memories stuffed in their box.
Married guys often had the added impetus of a waning or mundane sex life with the wife, leading them to supplement with fantasy. More porn-watching, where intrusive thoughts had them replacing themselves not with the male getting his cock sucked in a straight porn scene, but with the woman doing the sucking. Most gave in to the intrusive thoughts, and sought out gay porn instead.
Once they got there, it was only a matter of time before they needed to call Me.
To share the memories, or make new ones?
To be honest, the average college cock sucker just needs someone with whom he can share his cocksucking confessions, namely Me. It’s incredibly freeing to share your secrets and cock sucking fantasies, particularly those over which you are experiencing a degree of shame. I won’t pretend that I don’t enjoy nourishing those fantasies, and even encouraging the purchase of a toy or two to supplement O/ur playtime and encourage these appetites.
There is a significant minority, however, who can’t be satisfied with reminiscing alone. I don’t condone cheating, and I’ll always admonish you to be safe, sane, and consensual in sex play. That said, if you don’t tell, I won’t ask, and I understand more than most how overpowering cock cravings can be. Many of My college cock sucker playmates have already sought out more cock before they call Me, and I certainly don’t judge. In fact, I’ve even gotten to watch them satisfy their cravings a time or two, which I won’t pretend I don’t enjoy.
So, do you relate, cock sucker? Was college your first time? Have you been on the straight and narrow for years, but find those cock-servicing memories coming back? What are you going to do about it? Need some suggestions? Perhaps a confidante?
Well, you know where to find Me!
xoxo
Miss Rachel, for cock sucker training, fantasy, and confessions!
1-800-356-6169
P.S.: Press play below to hear the most recent story shared with Me by a college cock sucker who found memories coerced cock sucking yesterday, affecting today’s choices!
Another Great piece Mistress Rachel. While I didn’t suck cock in college (never had the opportunity plus I was dating my then gf now wife) I did suck my first a few months after I graduated at a time when I was temporarily living on my own living a few hours from my GF. This was after I first started to be curious about men when I was 16.
My first experience was at a glory hole at a bookstore. I had made a number of trips to different bookstores for a few weeks until I finally took the leap. I still remember it to this day of me being on my knees in a booth just going to town on the Cock. It tasted like a rubber lollipop I thought. Then I got a taste of his pre Cum that was delicious. But then I started to freak out. I stopped and ran out of the store. I felt bad leaving that guy with blue balls. Driving home I thought to myself what the F did I just do that isn’t me I’m not gay. When I got back to my place I was still pretty Horny so I started to play with myself. I tried to think of Heterosexual thoughts but the only thing I could think of was that hot hard cock. I ended up climaxing while thinking of that Cock. That should have been my sign it wasn’t going to be a one time thing.
In the years that followed I still had curiosity about men but felt it was a stage I would grow out of once I got married. I felt I was still straight. It wasn’t until after I got married when the feelings weren’t going away and I would have additional hook ups with men that I accepted I wasn’t straight. I was either Bi or a Gay Faggot. I’m still trying to figure that part out as I continue to evolve as a Submissive non straight male.
Ooh! Spicy story, Stephanie! Thanks for sharing it!
By the way, there IS such a thing as a bi faggot. 😉 Most of the time, in My experience, it means that you can function with women, and even be attracted to them, but you are only really fulfilled by cock.
Oh I’ve never heard “Bi Faggot” used Mistress Rachel. Either way then I’m a Faggot lol
Indeed! *giggle* A beloved faggot around the Enchantrix Empire!
Yes, I inhabit the bi faggot category.
I do love your screen name. 😉 So . . . evocative!
I wish i had tried it back then….I guess it’s better late than never 🙂
Hee hee! Here’s a take on a very Zen quote I tend to see from time to time: “The best time to suck a cock was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.”
Miss Rachel,
Guilty as charged. While I was curious in HS, My first blow job was in college. A drunk trip to the adult bookstore is how it happened. College for me was in San Francisco. There was no shortage of gay men and gay bookstores, which was a far cry from the Midwest where I grew up. Like most, I’m sure, my heart was beating out of my chest. My instinct was to back out at the last minute but I wanted it. So I pushed myself. And it was amazing! Afterward, I recoiled into my world of denial, regret and conforming to societal norms. So my homosexual thoughts went dormant for a few years. They crept back in and occasionally I’d find a random hook up every year or so. Then a few times a year. I still dated women (I wasn’t gay! I was just curious. But definitely NOT gay). Next came marriage. That for sure would “cure” my curiosity. It did. For a few months. Then the urges returned. I’m not proud, but I indulged. The frequency increased. Also, my desire for my wife (sexually) was waning. It was harder and harder to stay erect with my wife. Eventually, I had to go to the gay hi lite reel in my head to stay hard. My wife had her suspicions and they were confirmed when I couldn’t get hard for her after an amazing boob job. Saying I was tired from work wasn’t a valid excuse any more. Besides, I had ZERO problem getting hard for men. She eventually found out that I was playing with men on the side. Turns out she was too! A girls gotta get cock, right. So, needless to say, the marriage ended. After the divorce, I was free to explore my gay urges. And boy did I explore!!! Exploring …and therapy led me down my path. The path of realizing I was gay and coming out of the closet. Now I could suck all the cock I wanted. My ex is the first person I came out to. She laughed. It was no surprise to her. But, she fully supported me (she even set me up with a cute coworker of hers). So, here I am. A proud, happy cock sucker. A gay (not bi) cock sucker. And life couldn’t be better. Here’s to sucking cock in college!!!!
Hi Aaron! Thank you for relating your story! It’s pretty much textbook for My post, isn’t it?
I’m glad your wife wasn’t too heartbroken when she found out the truth, and that she was getting the cock your orientation wouldn’t allow you to provide. I’m also glad for you that you found the courage to do the same!
Thanks Rachel,
Things were rocky for a while. But it all worked out. Turns out she was fucking a local cop while I was at work. And, me being a fire fighter, that adds a twist. I’m sure you know there is a rivalry between cops and firefighters. I guess the boys in blue won this round. My wife is/was a badge bunny. and to take it one more step, his “gun” was 10” long! That’s twice as big as my little “fire hose”! So now I get to wrap all that up into one great fantasy. Gay, SPH, cuckolding, and being outed. Makes for a fun memory!
I DO know of that rivalry! I wonder if she told him about you? This does definitely bring to mind visions of your comeuppance at the business end of that ten incher, in front of your wife!
Honestly that’s a huge fantasy of mine. To knees before my wife’s lover and service his superior cock as she watches. His hands on her breasts, both of them watching as I succumb to him. Talk about HOT!!!!
Freeze! You’re under cock arrest for the crime of being a gay cockslut! Now spread ’em! LOL
Oh. Their spread. Trust me. The only crime is that I didn’t admit to myself I was gay sooner. I missed out on some primo years of cocksucking. But, I’m making up for lost time. Add in a few healthy doses of humility and some SPH and I’m in heaven!!!! But if you think I need more “punishment”, you’re the Mistress.
LOL!
Ms. Rachel,
Maybe it’s the same way we ladies tend to “experiment” during college as well? I also wonder how often it’s the progression you described and how often it’s that one of the roommates is obviously more alpha than the other?
Ms. Delia
I did think about that while writing the post, Miss Delia, that college is the time for everyone to experiment. But you hear so much about what girls get up to, and not so much, in the wider world, about the shenanigans of guys! And, good point about the Alpha roommmate! I’ve definitely heard a couple of reminiscences where that was the impetus.
Miss Rachel,
In response to Miss Delia, i think there are PLENTY of shenanigans on the boys’ side of experimentation in college. Unfortunately, there’s a double standard. If two women experiment, or even kiss, it’s hot. Or, at least accepted. A final judgement of “oh, they’re GAY!” is not rendered. On the men’s side, however, it’s so cut and dried. That’s too bad. I think EVERYONE should have the freedom to explore their sexuality without judgement. For me, I would have accepted myself way sooner for being gay. I’m not going to let it get me down. I’m very grateful that LDW exists, so we can express who we are without judgement. You guys rock!!!
You know, there’s a lot of truth to this, Gay Boi FF! I’m glad you feel you’ve found a home with U/s!
I have! I feel at home with the ladies here. I’m free to express my homosexuality and get a healthy dose of humility for my dick size (5 whole inches!????). And on the odd occasion getting my girl on with nice pair of bra and panties!
GBFF
Long may you continue to feel that way, GBFF! Thanks for reading, and commenting!
I love the college cocksucker phenomenon – the back stories on how the whole situation evolved are a total turn-on for me. It has brought me to the fairly simple conclusion that, to a certain extent, young men in their sexual prime are just not that picky about gender when it comes to getting their cocks sucked, heh.
Heh. The ol’ “a hole is a hole”! I think You may be on to something there, Enchantrix Claire!
Hmmmmm, I wonder why there are always so many comments for all of the Cock Sucking posts…??? 😉
*giggle*
Strange and i am so totally confused now and maybe forever and confused by the past. In college i had a tiny penis and didn’t know this was an issue. Didn’t realize i was rejected by women because of it .Here is where my confusion begins. I had friends that had nig Dicks in college and they were gay like WTF you have the equipment women want and yet they wanted dicks. I was a looser dateless dude.Drank went to strip clubs to
Admire women and try to score if not massage parlors or hookers i had to get a woman or go home and pillow fuck . Fast forward 40 years i still dateless dude never married gave up drinking. And strip clubs & hookers sinfull life. But still lonely . New Years Eve party too much champagne & 420. Dancing party wearing a Hawiain Shirt .Stuff 2 ballons in Hawaiian shirt dance with 4 women having fun. This is the life next thing i know i.am wearing panties & crossdressing. Loving it too much starting to investigate becoming a woman full timefind out i am a little dick sissy faggot. My confusion ,Begins. A famous football player. Is on GMA. Putting down a guy with a small dick like this . Man with small dick is humilated. Turns out ex ball player is living with. A man when he has everything a woman wants. I am confused
An entertaining yet wistful tale, April Nicole! Sometimes looking for life to make sense only causes more confusion. Sometimes, rather than making sense of things, I simply try to make peace with them.
I have finally made peace with this and am loving it and finding Nirvana in the bulge of a man wearing a G string this my Nirvana to see the out line of the head and smooth circumcized and shaved
Ms. Rachel,
I was an enthusiastic cocksucker in high school and college. It didn’t register as anything special, because I don’t feel attracted to men, and have no romantic inclination toward them at all, so I wrote it off as little more than jacking off; just dealing with an erection, but more fun.
When I got married, there was no problem. At first. Then, over time, I began to realize that, even though sex was still good, and frequent, a decade in, I really missed sucking cock.
I’m nobody’s Sub or Sissy, and I never understood the humiliation thing. I don’t feel ashamed or belittled when I lick a pussy so well that you can’t tell an orgasm from a seizure, so why should I accept Sissy or Faggot just because I made a cock cum like a roman candle, and I really loved doing both? The men who do think of themselves that way, who get turned on by those words and ideas, that’s great, and I bet their French Maid outfit with red satin panties look smokin’ hot, but not everyone is like that.
Well, my wife didn’t see it that way, (one of the myriad reasons why we divorced).
That’s how I came to realize that bisexuality is a spectrum of both love and lust, and anyone can be anywhere on them. So, now I understand that I’m Bi-Sexual, but Hetero-Romantic, and I’m happy with that.
And Cocksucker is a term of praise, not degradation. Just sticking a dick in your mouth doesn’t cut it; You’ve got to EARN that badge.
What an intriguing comment, Thor! Thank you for sharing your perspective! Largely I agree with you, and I salute you on the toes you’ve curled of both genders for so long!
Thanks for reading!