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Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 01

By: Bicyclist



A bit of history to start. I was introduced to the world of cocksucking at a very young age by my foster father. Let me say that the experiences were a mixture of terrifying, deeply unsettling, and educational. The education included both the passive and active role, neither by invitation or choice. The experiences were so shocking that I do not ever recall a feeling of pleasure. But I suppose to a significant extent the experiences established the framework for my lifelong attitude toward sex, sexuality, and sexual orientation. I adore women and have been happily married for the vast majority of my adult life. I am happily married now. But for all of my adult life, I have enjoyed the fantasy and reality of cock sucking. I have a passionate interest in porn, principally female and heterosexual porn. The female nude is an endless source of interest, wonder and fantasy. While there is the occasional memorable gay porn, I do not find the male body particularly attractive or sexual. I find myself revolted by body hair, large men, and muscled bodies. I do not find men sexually attractive in any way. Except for the cock. 

In some cultures, young men have older male mentors. In some, the younger male orally services the mentor. The cultural idea is for the young man to absorb the wisdom of the old through the oral sex act as a rite of passage into adulthood. I recall when reading of this how sound the idea appeared. The removal of all of the taboos, stereotyping, and guilt. Just a part of growing up. How much easier life would be for all of us. But alas it is not so in our western Christian culture.

My career as a cocksucker by choice began through porn. I remember the day as though it were yesterday. I was married, living in Columbus, and attending College. I discovered a porn theater and began spending the odd afternoon once or twice a month enjoying graphic porn. It was a revelation to me that beautiful women who would not give you the time of day will, for a pittance admission fee, appear nude and get hammered in every orifice, often more than one at a time. My greatest porn pleasure was and is to this day, to strip and jackoff while watching. In the dark theaters, I would surreptitiously remove my slacks and sit nude from the waist down, wanking away on my cock. I would often climax five or six times, timing my climax to the performer on the screen. Of course I became an expert at wanking my cock, keeping the pleasure at a high level for long periods of time, without letting it flow over the edge.

On one occasion I was very pleasantly watching a porn film in the theater. The theater was unusually crowded that afternoon and I had not dared strip but rather pulled free my shirt and opened my slacks. That allowed me to expose my cock under my shirt and play with it. Of course I regularly looked around to make sure no one was observing what I was doing. Eventually someone sat in the seat next to me. I froze and looked straight ahead. But after some time a surreptitious look told me that my neighbor was a guy perhaps a bit older than myself and another glance revealed that he was caressing a clearly hard cock through his jeans. Somewhat reassured that exposure was not likely; I resumed wanking under the cover of my shirt. I noticed that my neighbor was doing the same. The thought of the two of us sitting side by side, wanking our cocks was arousing. Eventually I deliberately became careless with my shirt, exposing my hard cock so that my companion could see it. I had no intentions beyond this bit of thrilling exhibitionism. Surreptitious glances confirmed that my theater companion was indeed watching, and at the same time caressing his cock through his jeans. Encouraged, I withdrew more of my shirt to give my companion a clear view and to enjoy the exhibitionism experience more fully. I should confirm at this point that I have long had fantasies of exhibitionism and wanking in public

I should say at this point that I am slim and reasonably good looking. Like most attractive young men, I received the occasional propositions from gay men. These were never an interest to me. And yet here in the dark theater with no male face to associate with the offer, some kernel of interest took hold and grew. Eventually my neighbor pushed his leg toward mine in what was a clear invitation of interest. I began to consider that receiving a blowjob might be preferable to wanking off into my supply of Kleenex. I did not retract my knee. My neighbor clearly took this as encouragement and eventually touched my leg with his hand. A brief caress and squeeze followed, enough to confirm what I took to be a clear offer. Confirmed in my interest, my neighbor got up, gently, but clearly, giving my leg a modest pull to indicate that I was to join. It took me a moment to zip up. More than a moment as my hands were shaking in anticipation of this unknown that I was about to participate in by choice. A crossing of the boundary. 

A short time later we are alone in an apartment. We are in the bedroom of the apartment, to which we both adjourned immediately entering and without a spoken word. He immediately began to undress. I did the same, still in a state of high anxiety. The room was silent but for the sound of the clothes being removed and his body reclining on the bed. No shame or hesitation. Here was a male body in front of me. He was nude and aroused. I recall the utter amazement I felt at the sight. He was hard with anticipation of sex with me. He wanted to kiss which I did but did not find arousing because of the bristle on his face. Still, the fascination of it all was there in full force and his cock was a magnet. I touched the shaft with my fingers which he clearly enjoyed. I looked down at his rigid cock as my fingers and hand touched and caressed it. I recall thinking that his cock was absolutely beautiful. I teased the shaft with my fingertips, gently squeezing the head in my fingers and rolling the head back and forth using the ooze from the tip as lubricant. I could smell the arousal. He lay on his back and urged my head down with his hand. 

This experience all started back in the theater. The thrilling and safe opportunity for a long hoped for bit of exhibitionism. When the offer came, I thought we might go into the men's room where he might quickly suck me off. Instead he headed straight for the exit, telling me to follow his car. Now we were nude in bed and I was being urged to do something that I had done before as a child, on those occasions without choice. Here there was choice. I should say at this point that the bedroom was not the residence of a single gay man. It was clear from the surroundings that a married couple lived here; I assumed the companion I was with and his wife. I was fascinated by all of this. The nude male body next to me. His hard cock was mesmerizing. I had thoughts and imagery of the people who lived here. The sex acts that occurred on the bed I now occupied. I slid down the bed and knelt between his legs. Nude myself, my cock was hard, throbbing between my legs. His cock was standing straight up and slowly throbbing. I looked up at him as I moved my mouth toward the head of his cock. He was breathing softly with his eyes closed. I recall a feeling of separation from reality, almost out of body.

I touched my lips to the head of his cock, and slowly slid my lips over the head, taking it in my mouth. I could taste the skin and the male essence. I teased the head of his cock using soft caresses of my lips. Slowly up and down on the head. I could feel him strain under me and arch his back up, clearly wanting more depth. My hands were on the bed on either side of his hips. I slid my lips down the shaft of his hard cock and felt him shudder under me. The room was in absolute silence but for the sounds of his breathing and my mouth on his cock. And yet the silent sounds of the act were deafening. The walls of prejudice, fear, and denial were collapsing around me.

I hardly knew whether my clumsy efforts were actively giving him pleasure or merely serving as a receptacle for his organ and eventually, if I persisted, for his ejaculate. I just knew that I was completely overwhelmed by everything about the act. And I knew that there was no way that I was going to stop. The hard cock in my mouth seemed to me to be exactly right, an exactly right thing to do. The sensation of the rigid shaft sliding against my lips was captivating. I could taste the maleness of him. The cock was leaking fluid and I could taste it. The smell of his skin was uniquely sexual male. I recall thinking how unique the taste of cock and male fluid were. My experiences as a child were so obscured in terror and taboos that I do not recall anything other than being forced to participate in the physical act. Of course I had tasted my own juice and ejaculate during my frequent wanking sessions, but it was nothing like this. The clear evidence of pleasure on the part of my hip thrusting companion was electrifying.

The feel of his cock thrusting into my mouth was overwhelming. I wanted the experience to go on. I wanted to enjoy the sensation of the rigid cock thrusting in my mouth for as long as I could. So I used the most delicate pressure of my lips on the thrusting shaft that I could. For me, time seemed to stand still. There was only myself, kneeling between his legs, leaning forward, hands on either side of his hips. My mouth on his rigid cock. As slowly as I could sliding my lips up and down on the rigid shaft. Enjoying the sensations, the smells, the sounds, of cock sucking. Occasionally I would caress the bottom of the shaft with my tongue. And for variety, caress the head of the cock with my lips, as teasingly as I could manage to prolong the experience while enjoying his immediate pleasurable reaction. A heartfelt gasp of pleasure, a plea to not stop, the occasional pressure of his hand on my head to encourage. And in each case, the eventual return to the slow and infinitely pleasurable experience of my softly caressing lips on the thrusting shaft. All of these and more were thrilling parts of the cock sucking experience that day. 

He began moaning and his hip thrusts became more urgent. He thrust his hips higher into the air; I assumed an effort to drive the cock into my throat. That was not something that I could do and so we danced, my companion and I. He thrust with increasing energy, moaning, and I moving my head up and down to avoid the shaft going in too far but keeping my lips sliding up and down delicately on the cock shaft. Eventually I reached between his legs with one hand and cupped his sack. I caressed and squeezed very gently, all the while maintaining the gentle pressure of my lips on the shaft of his cock. With the caressing of his balls, he dug his heels into the bed and began short, rapid hip thrusts. It was clear to me that he intended soon to ejaculate his semen into my mouth. Oddly, I had thought not at all about this outcome, so taken was I in the physical act of his hard cock sliding between my lips. Existence was centered on the hard shaft, my lips, and the in and out motion of his cock in my mouth. But now we, my companion and I, were coming to a new experience. For him I suppose his objective all along. But for me something entirely new and inevitably bringing with it an end to my desired objective which was to have his hard cock in my mouth. But of course, such is life. My companion went rigid and emitted several loud gasps. His hip thrusting ceased entirely and I tasted the flood of his ejaculate. I looked up and watched his face as he ejaculated his semen into my mouth. His eyes closed, the muscles of his face and neck working as the pleasure flowed through him. His body jerked again and again as the climax spasms racked him. And all the while I held him there, his cock in my mouth, spewing his semen. 

It is the most remarkable thing that it is the rare woman who is skillful at blowjobs, in my experience. All of my long term female companions have been willing to engage, with more or less enthusiasm, in sucking me off. I believe in the vast majority of cases, my female companions genuinely wanted to give me pleasure. And of course it was pleasurable. But none fully appreciated the male anatomy or physical reaction of the male to climax. Men of course know exactly how it feels, both in the immediate and conclusion phases. In the case of my companion, I kept him in my mouth as long as possible, both during and after his climax. My mouth was full of his ejaculate and I kept my lips softly caressing the shaft of his cock. I avoided touching the head of his cock which in my own case, I find intolerable after I have climaxed. So I applied pressure with my lips on the shaft of his cock, squeezing firmly on the base of the shaft and drawing my lips slowly, halfway up the shaft of his cock. Then releasing the pressure and moving my lips back down to the base to squeeze hard again, and again and again. 

Eventually his cock began to soften in my mouth and after a lengthy, and in my case entirely enjoyable period of cock sucking, he withdrew from my mouth. For my part, I could have gone on for much longer. I sat upright and considered the semen in my mouth. Some of my female companions would, at the conclusion of bestowing a blowjob on my cock, swallow while others would spit out, with more or less delicacy. In my case, I swallowed, both then and at the many times since that glorious day of introduction to the exquisite pleasures of cock sucking. My companion's cock had shrunk as had his ardor. I laid down next to him, as anxious for reciprocal experience as I can ever recall in my life. But such is the reality of life, that my post climax companion was transformed into a fully committed married heterosexual. He quickly extricated himself from the bed, quickly dressed, and by example, clearly invited me to do the same. Which of course I did, with haste. And without a single word we parted, never to exchange another word or glance. 

And so what to think of this. In retrospect and after some considerable reflection, I very thoroughly enjoyed the cock sucking experience. I enjoyed every single aspect of the cock, the experience of the cock, the feel of the cock in my mouth, thrusting of the cock between my lips, the climax in my mouth, the taste of his juice, the post climax resolution. All of these things I found exquisitely pleasurable. I resolved that I would explore cock sucking more thoroughly. I decided that in the circumstance, it was rude to not at least offer a reciprocal. But future experience would prove that that is a common outcome, and in any case my principal focus was cock sucking, not reciprocal gay sex. In short, I did not care that he did not make an effort to get me off. The cock sucking experience was a revelation. A come full circle life experience. 

Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 02



In which our hero explores the cock sucking grazing ground.




The experience of the encounter in the movie theater was an emotionally powerful one and consumed much of my thoughts over the next weeks. The reliving of the act itself continued to be a source of erotic daydreaming. I could close my eyes and the beautiful full hard cock would materialize in my imagination, throbbing just in front of my mouth, beckoning to me. I would imagine the cock leaking juice in its excitement, a small pearl forming just on the tip. I would relive the experience of my lips softly caressing the skin and imagine how I could have put off the climax, extending my enjoyment of sucking on the cock. And I would imagine the cock reaching climax, swelling and growing impossibly stiff at the last moment, before spewing the flood of semen. I would imagine the semen pulsing out of the cock, the entire organ in spasm after spasm in glorious unconstrained climax. I refer to the climax rather than his climax as the focus of my thoughts and imagination was on the cock. I barely recalled the face of the man and could recall no details of interaction with him other than that magnificent cock. I longed only to relive and repeat the experience of consuming the cock. 

But of course real life intrudes into our daydreams. I was married and had a life of friends, family, school and work. No one knew anything of the incident or my awakened cock interest. Relations with my wife I found were unchanged. Indeed I re-confirmed then and to this day an intense interest in women, the female body, and sex with women to be a profoundly satisfying experience. To be a bit graphic, I could soak in it all day, were I permitted. And so the conflict and what to do. Sex with women was my preferred interest. The experience with the cock had been extremely arousing, yet I continued to find the male body unattractive and of little interest as an object of sexual desire. And yet I yearned for cock. I dreamed of cock encounter. I relived the details of the stolen minutes on that bed in an apartment shared by a man and his wife. 

Some weeks later I returned to the movie theater. Walking in, my goal was clear, to repeat the experience of my last visit. The problem was how to accomplish that objective. One hardly wears a sign announcing 'I want to suck your cock'. But that is just how I felt. In the weeks leading up to this day I had become obsessed, almost frantic for cock. I was and am repelled by aggressively overt homosexuals, and these are common at the theaters. A visit to the men's room in a legitimate need to pee always felt like crossing a war zone. One found men standing around staring, men sitting on the toilets staring, men standing at the urinals with hardened cocks staring, all very aggressive. So I took my seat and engaged in my usual pastime, stripping from the waist down and jacking on my cock to the film. But I did not let it climax as I wanted to keep an edge on for the hoped for encounter. I spent a good deal of time looking around for potential partners and some reckless exhibitionism of my hard cock. Alas, the crowd was much smaller than my previous visit, and dispersed randomly around the theater. I was terrified of making a direct overture for fear of an undercover police sting, then not uncommon in the city. So after several hours of fruitless waiting, I left, my balls somewhat the worse for the extended wear. 

Spurred by constant recollections of the cock experience, I returned several times over the next months to the movie theater with the same disappointing results. I would take a seat in various locations in the theater, strip from the waist down, and wank to the film, looking around the theater and attempting a mind control invitation. But alas, there were no encounters and in each case, I left either having wanked off by myself, or in a state of frustrating blueball. And then one day while on an errand, I chanced to drive by an adult video store. I had been on that street before but had not seen it as the place was tucked away, partially out of sight. I found a place to park and entered. The shop consisted of the usual front store with various adult publications and paraphernalia. A doorway in the back led to a labyrinth of hallways with small video rooms. Lighting in the hallways was very dim. Each of the video rooms had a door with an interior lock. Glory holes were banned at that time so the rooms were intended for one or two patrons, isolated from the other rooms. 

The practice quickly became apparent. Men were milling about; standing in the hallways, leaning against the wall, or leaning against the doorway of a video room. Eye contact was brief and furtive. Instead, a sort of body language dance of invitation took place that was unspoken, and as far as I could determine unspecified in intent. A man would make an invitation by standing by or in a doorway of a room. An acceptance would be made by entering the room, again unspoken and unspecified in intent. Sometimes no accepting offer would be made and the offerer would be left at his room with no takers. And sometimes an offer was initially accepted but one of the parties would shortly decline and move away from the door. And sometimes an offer was apparently made and accepted, with two men entering a room together, followed by the door closing. All unspoken. I spent a good deal of time pretending interest in the video offerings while in reality, closely following the elaborate ballet unfolding before me, attempting to learn the language. Because it was clear that I had found the fertile ground of the object of my search. Cock grazing ground.

The challenging issue was who was offering and asking for what. I did not know the language. If someone is leaning in the doorway of a room, or standing in a room with the door open, are they asking for a blowjob, are they offering one, or is it something else? Eventually I decided to explore and see what happened. I cruised the hallways looking for a choice, someone standing in a doorway where I could get a good look. Having found a candidate, I walked up to the doorway to see the reaction. My candidate was a guy perhaps a bit older than myself and about my size, cleanly and comfortably dressed in slacks and a sport jacket. As I approached, he moved out of the way very slightly to let me enter the room. I leaned on the wall in the room and waited. Apparently he was waiting to see if I would close the door. When I did not, he entered the room with me and closed the door. 

We stood together in the dim room, at first both looking down, and then eventually looking at each other. However he decided the issue, he unfastened and exposed his cock, about three quarters full. I watched as he performed this task. This was the moment for which I had longed for several months. Finally here it was in front of me, a cock, apparently wanting nothing more than to be sucked. No disappointing waiting in the movie theater, no aggressive males to fend off in the men's room, no unfulfilled fantasies. A guy with his cock out was standing in front of me. Almost certainly married. Here on an excuse to be away from home for an hour. He just wants his cock sucked. No emotional entanglements. No significant expense. No promises to make or break. Just get a blowjob and be on his way. The ultimate in male practicality. 

I sank to my knees in front of him. His cock snowy white in the dim light, just barely throbbing, not yet fully erect. I leaned forward and brushed my cheek against the organ. First one cheek. And then I turned my face and caressed the other cheek against his cock. His cock now rising a bit, as he could anticipate the satisfaction of his desire. He unfastened his slacks and slid them off of his hips down to his knees, his feet apart. His cock was in front of my face, his balls hanging down between his legs. Modest brown public hair. His cock was beautifully shaped, of average size and girth, perfectly cut. Lovely veins transversed the shaft. Time seemed to stand still. As before, I was mesmerized by the cock and the prospect of what was to come. As before, the room was in utter silence, my mind blocking out all noise, save for the deafening roar in my head from the anticipation of what was to come. I could smell his skin; smell the sexual arousal of him. I wanted the moments to go on forever. I can only wish that I had a mind recorder so that I could capture the full detail of the experience, to replay it over and over, relive it in exquisite detail. Enjoy that lovely cock over and over.

I caressed my face against the cock. Back and forth I rubbed the organ against the skin of my face, reveling in the warm hardness of the shaft. I leaned back slightly and looked at the cock, thrilled at the sight of the now fully aroused, throbbing organ, beckoning to me. I leaned forward, my lips on the head of his cock, tasting the skin. I moaned in exotic thrill at the taste and smell and texture of the cock. The lovely hard cock in front of me. The cock was at full mast now, fully hard with the feel of my lips on the shaft. My companion knew he was going to get a blowjob and just relaxed back against the wall, surrendering to my mouth. I caressed the head of the cock with my tongue, teasing the skin. I licked the head of the cock, taking a leaking pearl of his juice on my tongue. I moaned again to myself as I tasted him on my tongue. I slid my lips over the head, very slowly and delicately to ease his transition from desire to anticipation to the new and welcome home of the cock in my mouth. Which is what I now wanted from my companion. To let me consume his cock. To let me fully enjoy the cock in all its mystery and majesty. No quick thrill and departure for either of us. My desire was to fully enjoy the cock at my leisure. At length, and at my choosing, I would let the cock burst forth in my mouth. 

I leaned my hands on the wall, on either side of his hips. My mouth on the cock, lips tenderly caressing the shaft. Slowly and delicately caressing the shaft. Slowly up and down on the shaft. A delicate teasing caress of my lips on the skin. A feathery caress of the shaft with my lips. I move my lips down near the base. To let the cock become comfortable in my mouth. Teasing it. No rushing. I often read about frantic hard sucking and I can only say that that seems to me to miss the point entirely. A cock sucking artist wants the male organ to be brought not to a simple ejaculation but an overwhelming and unstoppable gushing flood of semen. For the act to leave the recipient utterly drained of energy. In short, to take the life essence fully and completely out of him. And so my technique is to softly and slowly caress the shaft in my lips. Breathing in the smell of him. The occasional moan and gasp from my companion. The encouragement flowing from him. 'That feels so good'. 'Yes, more'. 'ohhh god yesssss'. But I am unyielding on my knees in front of the cock. The slow caressing in my mouth continues. Occasionally I touch the tip of the shaft with my tongue. Lick the juice. Taste his juice in my mouth. My mouth becomes the taste of his cock. I suck on the head of the cock for just a moment. I feel him stiffen so relax immediately.

I release his cock from my mouth entirely. Let it bob in the air in front of me for just a moment. Let his pleasure ebb for a moment. I take the shaft deep in my mouth. Pressing hard with my lips on the base of the shaft. No pressure at all on the head. I suck now on the base of the shaft. The entire cock in my warm mouth, but little in the way of pressure on the head of the shaft. I can feel him trembling but the pressure on the base and not on the head will not let him cum. He thrusts hips, trying to drive the head of his cock into my throat. But I time his thrusts and my mouth on the shaft to prevent this desired friction. I place one of my hands on his hip, partially to manage his hip thrusting. I can feel him trembling in front of me. He arches his back and hips forward. I feel him straining. He is moaning and speaking. 'Fuck...... oh fuck........oh oh oh.....fuck.......going to cum......let me cum.......fuck fuck fuck'. Probably he wants to talk like that all of the time but cannot with his wife or girlfriend. But here in anonymous sex, he is free to say what he likes. And he is. 

He is close now. I can feel him close. I press my lips hard on his shaft and let him fuck my mouth. I urge this with my hand on his hip, my fingertips urging him forward and backward. It takes but a moment for this unspoken communication to come to effect. His hip thrusting commences in earnest, the cock driving in and out of my mouth in rapid stabbing lunges. My lips are pressed firmly on the middle of the shaft. I feel his body trembling uncontrollably, his soaring ecstasy more than apparent. I anticipate that this is going to last only a moment. A few of these thrusts of his cock in my mouth. My lips press firmly on the hard shaft, letting him fuck his cock into my mouth. He manages to thrust only a few times and then goes rigid, his hips arching forward, a loud groan emanating from him. The cock stiffens and I know that this is the moment. The cock throbs in my mouth; once, then again, then a gasp from him, and then a warm spewing of his semen in my mouth. He remains rigid as he ejaculates his semen into my mouth; his hips arched forward, his entire being in his spewing cock. I wait until he is finished throbbing in my mouth. Then I slide my lips down the shaft and press on the base. His modest public hair against my face. I squeeze my lips on the base of the shaft and draw very slowly halfway up. A groan of pleasure emanates from him. I can feel more semen flow onto my tongue. I slide my lips very lightly back down the shaft and repeat the exercise, squeezing hard with my lips on the base of the shaft, and then drawing halfway up. No touch of the head of the cock. Just the slow and I believe from his reaction, agonizingly pleasurable post climax bliss. I repeat this. Repeat again. Slower. And repeat again. My lips on his cock drawing the last of the cum and pleasure from the cock. Slowly drawing from base to halfway up. And again.

For my part, I would have gone on forever in this embrace. My mouth filled with his cum and his cock very slowly deflating. Slowly and delicately sucking on the cock in post climax resolution. No touch of the head of the cock to precipitate a withdrawal. My hand encouragingly on his bare hip, holding him there for my mouth. Slowly sucking on the cock with infinite enjoyment, his cock and my mouth bathed in his ejaculated semen. Eventually he withdraws from my mouth and with a gasp of satisfaction, sinks back against the wall. As he withdraws, I take care with my mouthful of his semen, not to make a mess. And I remain on my knees in front of him. I look at the cock, so recently in lovely full throbbing erection, now hanging down, balls emptied. I revel in the experience of the cock suck. I look up at my companion, and swallow his cum. 

I stand and lean back against the wall. I hardly know what to expect at this point, but whatever it is, I am satisfied. Am I aroused beyond description but if he pulls up his britches and leaves the room without a word, it will be fine. I cannot remember ever enjoying a sexual encounter more than what has just occurred. We have not, either of us, uttered a word to each other. His words during the act were his own enjoyment. Such is the power of the anonymous male sexual encounter. No words are expected, no actions or reciprocations asked or expected. If I had wanted a blowjob at the beginning and he refused, instead of the actual event that transpired, I would simply have walked out of the room and tried elsewhere. No complaints or recriminations. No hurt feelings. Just understood and unspoken anonymous male sex.

In the event, my companion congratulated me on my skill and said thank you. And then, after pulling up his britches, he left the room and departed the video shop. As did I. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 03



I left the video shop exhilarated from the cock sucking experience. And so aroused that it felt like my entire body was a cock about to spurt forth in a huge gushing fountainous explosion of cum. And of course I had the cum available, both my own in copious abundance and that of my recent companion. I went home and enjoyed a torrid love making session with my wife, doing her twice at considerable length and pleasure before the poor soul begged for mercy and departed into an exhausted sleep.

That evening I sat in the living room reliving the video shop episode. Reliving being on my knees with my mouth open and that lovely hard cock inches from my face. I could recall every minute detail of the event. I recalled in vivid detail entering the room, followed by my companion. I recalled the deafening silence of the room, occupied by just the two of us, the external world shut out as if it did not exist. I recalled the first exposure of the cock, with my breath almost being taken away, such was the beauty of the organ and the state of my arousal. I recalled the cock in vivid detail. Almost as if I had a magnifying glass recording of every cell of the surface of the cock. And then I began to consider the act more clinically. And I realized that being on my knees in front of my companion was a central part of the arousal. He standing with his cock exposed and erect, to be serviced by a cock supplicant. And my role, on my knees, the supplicant. Not the traditional meaning of religious supplicant, but something far more profound. A cock worshiper, performing his duty, on his knees, the role well defined.

Some days passed before I could return to the video shop, the vicissitudes of life being such that however the state of one's interest and arousal, there are other roles and duties in life to be performed. To be sure, I spent considerable time in the intervening days thinking about the previous episode and looking forward to the next. And I spent much time thinking about my performance and techniques. Alas, there is no definitive reference book on the techniques for cock sucking. No blowjobs for dummies, as it were. Or Tips and Techniques for the expert cock sucker. One can hardly pause in the midst of the act to ask for a critical review of one's performance to date. And even if it were possible to ask, would the owner of the cock have had the happy experience of having been previously serviced by an expert supplicant. 

I have been an avid and long term fan of porn and so I compared my techniques to what I considered memorable blowjobs I had seen in films. The problem is that the context seemed so completely at odds. Porn cock sucking and porn in general, includes shock value, intended or not. Everything is overdone; the noise, the excessive physical activity, the clothing. For example, when is the last time you had sex with someone in bed who was wearing platform shoes? Porn cock sucking, even when the male ejaculates, seems to contain little actual pleasure to either party. And of course most of the time, the male wanks himself off in the final moments. Who would wank their own cock off with a perfectly beautiful and willing mouth right in front of them?

My contemplation of cock sucking was how to prolong the cock sucking episode, thus raising the pleasure to the highest level possible. I want my companion in the act to feel their cock worshipped, to feel their pleasure elevated to the highest peak, to enjoy every moment of the journey. I want my companion to be brought to the state where they feel their entire physical being is in their organ. To feel as though their entire existence is being caressed in the most delicate and adoring way by my lips. The entire point of cock sucking is that the higher the pleasure state reached, the longer and more intense the descent. And before I allow my companion over the edge, I want the pleasure to be so intense, that nothing else in the world exists other than bursting the dam and spewing his heart and soul out of the end of his cock. 

Finally the day arrived for my return to the video theater, with time planned and excuses in place. As I would not be missed for several hours, I was free to take my pleasures at leisure, enjoying what opportunities that might be presented. I arrived at the video shop wearing loose slacks of a thin material, and following my usual practice, without the obstruction of underwear. In this case, the better to show off arousal should the need or opportunity present itself, and of course to caress my own cock without the constricted hindrance of tight clothing. I immediately went through the rear door of the shop to the video room section. Of course one's fantasy of the events to follow will always be at odds with the reality. There were one or two men present, far fewer than the number present at my previous visit. No one was in rooms or in doorways of rooms, the presumed method of offer learned from my previous visit. So I participated with the others in studious contemplation of the porn menu available in each of the rooms. And waited. This went on for some time, perhaps half an hour or longer, with the occasional man entering, looking around, and leaving. I considered leaving myself but my free time was limited and if I left, that would be the end of it for this day.

Finally a few more men arrived including two very good looking younger men. They had arrived separately. A bit of milling around commenced after which one of them entered a room, leaving the door open. I prepared to move to the room when the second fellow walked to the doorway, paused briefly, and then entered and closed the door. After a few minutes, I positioned myself against the wall outside of the room. Some minutes passed and I assumed a coupling was occurring within the room. I had fantasies of the act being performed on the other side of the door. And an ardent wish to watch. And of course there was always the rather good chance that the supplicant would be left thoroughly aroused and anxious for a supplicant of his own. But to my surprise, the door opened and the two fellows emerged, neither showing any evidence of distress or wear. In fact, they were arm in arm and seem to be enraptured lovers as they departed together. How very odd to find everlasting love, or at least a few hours of lasting love, in such a place of engineered anonymity. 

I decided to enter the room myself, leaving the door open. In a few minutes I was joined by a tentative companion. At first standing just at the doorway, but eventually entering. I closed the door. He asked what I wanted, to which I responded that I wanted him to take his cock out. He hesitated for a few moments, watching as I rubbed my own organ through my thin slacks, my erection apparent even in the dim light. And then he displayed his own organ, filling out quickly as he displayed it, no doubt having fantasized at some length before coming to the shop about the act that he hoped would take place. He possessed a lovely specimen. A bit longer than average and of average girth, with a slight curve to the right. He did not touch it. So I reached across and caressed my fingers on the underside of the shaft. The cock throbbed and jumped at my casual light touch, confirming that he was in a high state of arousal. 

I urged my companion to slide his slacks down which he did immediately. Then the two of us stood face to face, both looking down, inches apart, he nude from the waist with his cock erect between us, my fingers applying a teasing caress, stroking the shaft. I could hear his aroused breathing. I wanted to hear his voice. So I whispered, 'what would you like me to do?' A long silence ensued while I continued to teasingly caress the shaft of his cock with my fingertips. I wanted desperately to sink to my knees and engulf his cock shaft in my mouth. But I wanted to hear his voice take part in the prelude. I repeated, 'tell me what you would like me to do with this?' He finally looked up at me and said 'suck me'. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and squeezed lightly. I could feel him quiver in pleasure. I whispered to him 'on my knees in front of you, sucking on your cock. Is that what you want? More squeezing of his cock in my hand brought a gasp of pleasure from him. 'Say it I whisper to him'. He put a hand on my shoulder and urged me down, saying as he pushed, 'suck on my cock, suck me off in your mouth'. 

I knelt before my companion. All of my contemplation of the kneeling supplicant role in cock sucking flooding into my consciousness. I remove my fingers from the organ and contemplated the lovely erect cock. Olive colored in the dim light. Slightly curved to the right. Bobbing gently up and down in his exquisite arousal. I leaned forward and pressed my lips on the head of the cock, aware that his arousal was already high and a careful beginning was required or he would likely squirt before either of us wanted. I opened my mouth and took him as far into my mouth as I could, pressing my lips on the base of the shaft. I let no part of the shaft touch inside my mouth, other than the head of his cock in the back of my mouth. And I held him there, unmoving. I heard him gasp and felt him stiffen initially at the pleasure of the first contact with my mouth. But after a moment he relaxed, gaining control. I began drawing my lips on the base of the shaft, up and down on it, sucking on the shaft but only at the base. My hands were on his bare hips, holding him, the feel of his skin on my hands like warm marble. And there I was, the cock supplicant. On my knees sucking cock. The accustomed roar of silence arrived, blocking out everything but the cock in front of me, time seeming again to stand still. The cock in front of me the center of my universe.

My oral efforts to get control of his arousal having been a success, I commenced to apply my other well contemplated cock sucking techniques. My lips caressed the shaft, slowly up and down on it, teasing the skin with my soft warm lips. He tasted delicious. The smell of his arousal and maleness was intoxicating. The curve of his erection provided a different and interesting experience from the previous very straight organs. I contemplated other differences. The ridge around the head of his cock was more pronounced. The maleness flavor of him was a bit more acid, but still entirely delicious. As before, the taste of him filled my mouth.

I decided to experiment with some new techniques I had contemplated since my last knee supplicant exercise. I opened my mouth and took him deep, pressing my lips hard on the base of his shaft. And then I drew back the entire length of the organ, drawing off of it to leave it bob in the air for a moment. And then I repeated the exercise, pressing my lips on the base and drawing off the entire length of the shaft. And repeated again and again. I varied the speed and the pressure on the shaft. Gasps of pleasure emanated from my companion. Occasionally I would pause in mid shaft and rub my lips up and down on the shaft, with more or less vigor. Sometimes pressing as hard as I could with my lips on the cock shaft moving very slowly up and down, and at others times a rapid but feathery light caress up and down. When I felt him stiffen markedly, I would release the organ and let it bob in the air for a moment. At other times I would suck on the head of the cock, again with more or less vigor, and again release the organ when he stiffened. My companion and I fell into sympathetic alliance, he enjoying the ecstasy of being brought near the edge again and again, and I sensing his approach to the edge and keeping him from reaching it. Occasionally I would apply my hands to the front of his hips, holding them back as he tried vigorously to thrust his cock forward. All the time very encouraging and heartfelt words emanated from him. 'god yes', 'ohhhh godddd', 'aghh that feels good', repeated over and over in various combinations. 

To my amazement and delight, my companion began to participate in the game. I had his organ in my lips and was blissfully doing a slow caress about one quarter down on the shaft. Suddenly he pushed my head vigorously away with a cry of 'not yet', ' oh please not yet'. I knelt in front of him gazing in rapture at the bobbing organ in front of me. Juice slowly oozing from the tip. I waited without protest until he withdrew his hand from my head and then resumed cock sucking on his shaft, again repeating the deep engulfment of the organ with minimum pressure to let him regain control. I slowly worked back up to more intense pressure, eventually sucking vigorously on the head. I felt him stiffen dramatically and thought he was going to explode. But again at what I am certain was the very last millisecond, he pushed me away again with the most soulful and painful cry of 'oh it feels so good please not yet, oh oh oh please not yet'. Again I waited in complete awe as the cock glistened and jerked in spasms in front of me. I think if I had breathed on it, he would have squirted a flood.

My companion was breathing heavily, his fingers on my head holding me there for a long time, the bobbing cock eventually beginning to droop slightly. I pushed forward toward the cock and he withdrew his hand without protest, surrendering to my mouth. I engulfed the cock in my mouth and caressed the shaft very gently with my lips. My companion began immediately groaning and arched his hips up. It was clear to us both that this was the finale. I slid my hands behind him, grasping his naked ass cheeks in my fingers, squeezing the muscles, rigid now from the strain. The full rigidity of the organ in my mouth returned. I determined to maintain a slow cock sucking pace as long as possible so that he could return to the highest level of pleasure before he climaxed in my mouth. In the event, this was only a moment. My lips caressed the hard shaft, just below the head of the cock. The cock began to stiffen in just a few draws of my lips on the shaft. I eased the pressure of my lips on the shaft to prolong the moment. His cries of ecstasy came in short gasps until finally grasping my head in both hands and holding it firmly, his cock rock hard, he flooded my mouth with his semen. An enormous gasp from him followed by pulse after pulse of ejaculate into my mouth, I pressing as hard as I could on the shaft with my lips.

What does one think about when a cock is ejaculating into your mouth? I pressed my lips firmly on the shaft. My companion was racked by spasm after spasm as he completed his climax and entered the resolution phase, the latter I enjoy as much as the former. The cock soaked in my mouth, occasionally moving with a post climax spasm. The semen in my mouth flooded my senses. My hands were on his hips, holding him there in a reassurance that there was no rush and that I did not expect any immediate withdrawal of his cock from my mouth. My lips slowly sliding up and down mid shaft. And so we continued, joined cock and mouth, he slowly coming down from the heights of pleasure, and I enraptured again at the soon to be successful conclusion of my cock supplication, regretting only that it did not go on longer. 

Eventually he gently pushed my head away and withdrew from my mouth. I sank back against the wall at my back and watched as he slowly and with evident labor, put himself back together. I swallowed his cum. My companion thanked me, paid complements to my skill, observing that he had never cum so hard in his life. Perhaps it was even true. 

I stood and my companion slipped out of the room, caressing me fondly on the arm. I was taking some deep breathes, just leaning back against the wall, contemplating the events of the past minutes, when to my surprise, another man entered the room. Taken aback at the sudden and unexpected arrival of a new companion, and still recovering from the events just described, I said nothing. And before I could say or do anything, the new companion, apparently taking my silence for acceptance, closed the door. The new arrival was older and dressed in a somewhat dapper appearance. He was clean-shaven but for a modest mustache. He asked me if I had cum. I replied that I had not. He then sat down on the bench in the back of the small room, and reached for my zipper. 

To say that I was aroused from the events with companion one does not come anywhere near close to the matter. But my intent and interest in the video shop adventure was to suck cock. That is why I came. And yet here I found myself with someone with apparently the same interest and intent. Clearly he hoped to find exactly the same outcome as I had previously contemplated, a cock sucker who did his duty and was then left high and dry, eager for a suck. I would find this conflict again and again in my cock sucking career in the months and years ahead. My interest is to suck cock. I have a vanishingly small interest in another man touching me when I contemplate sex. And yet it is not zero. There are circumstances when my interest is well above zero. He pulled the zipper of my slacks down and, absenting any underwear, my cock slipped out. He very expertly applied a teasing caress to the underside of my erect shaft with his fingers. And of course I was lost.

I looked down at him, an attractive man though a bit overweight. Expensively dressed and groomed. He was staring at my cock quivering in front of him. He clearly knew I must be on the very edge and confined his touches to the most delicate caresses of my cock, but avoiding any touch that might immediately push me over the edge. I was impressed with his coolness and skill. Clearly this was a man of considerable experience and restraint. He reached for my belt buckle and I saved him the effort by unfastening myself. My slacks slid down to my ankles. He then caressed me all over; belly, thighs, buttocks, and legs. His hands were exquisitely warm and soft. Normally I would be repelled at the hands of a male on me. But this was an expert and there was nothing in his approach or technique that under the circumstances I found objectionable. His hands on my skin felt like warm velvet, soft and slow and delicious. And he never ceased the most delicate teasing of my cock, either with his fingertips or rubbing his cheeks and lips against my shaft. I have no doubt that he was enjoying himself immensely. But he took his time and with great skill played my oversexed body like an expert violinist on a Strad. 

Of course I was leaking like a sieve, the state of my arousal clearly apparent. And so inevitably he had my juice all over him; on his face, his hands, and on his clothes. I expected his touches to become more demanding or that he would suddenly devour my cock in his mouth. But instead, the cool and restrained approach continued. He continued caressing the tip of my cock with his lips and licking the head, again very restrained. Small caresses and touches whose restraint I found remarkable. Eventually he cupped my balls in his hand and began gently and then more firmly lifting and squeezing. My cock was quivering just in front of his face. He continued contemplating my cock, the briefest caress with his fingertips or lips or tongue, a look up at my face, doubtless to judge my reaction. And more caresses and licks on my cock. Meanwhile the slow rubbing of his hands on my belly, buttocks, and legs continued, a rush of warmth emanating from his skin. I looked down at him and said 'let me cum'. He squeezed my balls in his hand and opened his mouth. Using his hand under my balls, he guided my cock into his mouth. I felt his lips close on the shaft, felt his tongue cradle the underside of my rigid cock, felt an enormous, soaring wave of the most intense pleasure, and I climaxed in his mouth, a soul flushing ejaculation of semen. He never moved, just maintained the same steady pressure of his lips on my shaft and left my cock lying throbbing on the cradling tongue inside his mouth. He kept a steady pressure and slow caress of my balls with his hand, while with his other hand he gripped my bare buttocks, a reassuring message not to withdraw my cock from his mouth. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 03



After a lengthy resolution phase of soaking in his mouth, he all the while gently squeezing my balls, I did eventually withdraw and staggered back to lean against the wall, totally spent. The room was enveloped in silence, save for the breathing of the two of us. I contemplated if my companion wanted a reciprocal and whether I would ask or let him ask. He answered the unasked question for me by rising, caressing me fondly on the arm while he thanked me for a good time and stated that he had to go. And then he left. 

I managed to restore some degree of order to my clothes and make my way out of the shop and home. An hour later my wife returned home in the most ebullient mood, asking gaily if I had had a good time. I reassured her that I had, although I was very tired. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 04



Some time has passed since my last visit to the video shop. It happens that a mistress intruded on marital bliss and the distractions excluded contemplation of cock sucking. Except to the extent that I have lately considered that my interest in cock, cock sucking, and the joys of anonymous male sex appear to be strongly linked to stability in my heterosexual relationship. To the extent that the latter is unsettled for any reason, my focus seems to be on re-establishing a stable relationship with a woman, with no energy left over for anonymous male sex. In the current case, wife number two is now firmly established – not the mistress, wife number one having been abominably treated by your author. And with the return to social stability, so inexorably it would seem is my interest in cock. At first a modest reflection of good times past, and then increasingly a growing curiosity of places and events past, explorations made, and then finally, plans to revisit past haunts. 

And so it is that I enter the video store. A lengthy absence but all appears unchanged. I do a perusal of the offerings in the front of the shop, surreptitiously observing the comings and goings through the door to the video rooms. Finally I go through the door myself and find that nothing has changed. The same rooms and group of men milling about, as though time had stood still in the world of anonymous male sex. I observe a few couplings and this is all familiar. A guy loiters in the doorway of a room, a clear offer being made. Prospective companions stroll past. In some cases the doorway owner makes a small body motion to leave space to enter. Clearly he likes what he sees of a potential companion and makes an offer. Guys stroll about observing the men staking out a room. Occasionally a stroller stops at a doorway, clearly an expression of interest. The doorway occupant will retreat into the room or stand his ground, the latter a denial. All of this elaborate ballet of unspoken offer, acceptance, and denial. 

And then of course the occasions when two men retreat into a room and the door closes. Typically there will be men hanging about near the door, waiting for an emergence. Either hoping that the occupant is skillful or at least generous, and will accept the next in line for a turn. Or hoping that one of the occupants remains in the room and they can slip in for an easy suck of an overheated cock. Such aggressive behavior might gain a prize for a hopeful cock sucker when choice alone might make his task more challenging. An outcome I know all too well from my last visit, where my second companion gave me the most delicious suck that I would certainly have declined had I been fully in control of my faculties. But he had been there before and seized the opportunity available. And it took only a moment to persuade me to accept.

In the present case, I mill about with the others, observing and selecting. There is an attractive older man at a doorway. I see that he has declined one or two offers. I stroll up to his door and he makes a small movement to make way into his room. I enter and he closes the door. He is my size, slim, well dressed, and attractive. He has spent a lot of time working on his tan. I guess he is in his 40s. As usual, I assume he is married, here on a few stolen moments away from hearth and home. I am nervous with anticipation as it has been a long time since I have been in this situation. He wastes no time in displaying his cock which he wanks for a bit while I look on. He is justly proud as it is a magnificent specimen, seven inches, a nice largeish girth, and beautifully shaped. I observe that he has not spared the cock in his tanning efforts. 

His opening gambit takes me back as he asks how much I will charge to suck him. I hardly know how to answer but eventually reply that I am not in the trade but that I am very impressed with his cock. He replies that this, meaning his cock, is nothing, that he 'played with one the other day that went up to here', and points to his belly button. I respond in favor of such an organ and reach for his, reassuring him that he has no reason for envy. He has been wanking on his cock since we entered the room. He now releases it and I caress the organ with my fingers. He is fully erect but it is not clear that he is all that aroused. The cock appears to have no reaction when I caress it with my fingers. Normally when one touches an erect cock in these circumstances, the cock will jump or quiver as the owner is already highly aroused from the anticipation. The first few moments can easily carry the nervous away in an undesired spurt. But not on this occasion. I look at him while I roll his cock in my fingertips. He observes my work on his cock. 

I sink to my knees in front of him, the hard cock jutting out from his slacks. I slide my hands off of his cock to his hips and press my lips on the head. I caress the head in my lips, taking it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. I continue the swirling tongue work on the head of the cock for some time, my companion murmuring encouragement. Normally I am reluctant to begin this aggressively on a cock as it might precipitate an early ejaculation. But in this case, I am still not sure he is all that aroused, despite being hard as rock. And he is all of that. I slide my lips down over the shaft and take his cock into my mouth. He is a mouthful. And he is hard. He places his hands on my head and murmurs in appreciation. Small hip thrusts follow as he holds my head and moves his cock into and out of my mouth. Surrendering control like this is not my favorite way to start by any means, but it has been a long time since I have felt a cock in my mouth and this is a wonderful cock.

My hands are on his hips which are thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with increasing speed and depth. I apply some modest pressure on his hips to suggest that he slow down a bit with the deep thrusting. But if he got the message, it was ignored. My eyes begin to water a bit as the head of the cock is driving just into the entrance of my throat. He is making more noises of enjoyment, 'aghhh....yes fuck fuck fuck......good fuck mouth'. Suddenly he pulls the cock out of my mouth. It is rock hard, throbbing, and glistening in front of my face. I have drool on my face from the mouth fucking he has been giving me and my eyes are watering. Even so, I look up and see him staring at his cock, a look of evident appreciation of the beauty of his cock in this aroused state. And to be sure it is beautiful. Full, rock hard, throbbing, the self-evident demonstration of masculine power. I am mesmerized. 

I have but a moment to try to compose myself, wiping the drool off of my face and trying to clear my eyes. He still has his hands on my head and now pulls my mouth back to his cock, the organ sliding between my lips. His hips thrusts commence anew, driving his cock in and out of my mouth. More gasps of evident pleasure emanate from him as I try to clamp down on the shaft as hard as possible with my lips. He is clearly fully aroused with energy now as the cock is being driven into my throat. His technique is to push in deeply several times and then pull halfway out and soak for a minute. And then resume. He repeats this over and over. Occasionally he goes extra deep and I have to fully concentrate to avoid a gag reflex. He pulls out of my mouth again. Again he stares at his rock hard cock sticking out from his hips, glistening and throbbing. It seems clear now that he is admiring his own cock. So am I.

He reaches down and grasps his cock in his hand, wanking furiously on it, his hips arched, the cock jutting out. He lets go and again looks down at his cock, thrusting his hips to make it bounce in the air. He takes my head in his hands and resumes fucking my mouth. His hips thrust frantically and he is grunting and groaning. I assume this is going to end in a mouthful of his semen in just a moment. Suddenly he stops thrusting and I wonder what is going to come next. My curiosity is soon answered as he holds my head firmly and slowly slides the cock fully into my mouth and down my throat. He holds it there for a very long moment, a death grip on my head, my face buried against his belly, the head of his cock far down my throat. I can feel his cock throbbing and straining to go deeper. He pulls out of my throat and I take a great gasp of air. Which I need as he grips my head tightly and slides into my throat again. He enjoys another long soak in my throat. Gasps and groans of pleasure emanate from him. I feel him shuddering so this is obviously pleasurable for him and I assume he is going to climax at any moment. The cock is again throbbing in my throat and I expect to feel his cum spurt.

He suddenly pulls out and pushes my head away. His cock is quivering, rock hard in front of him. He sinks back against the wall. I wait for a moment and then approach his cock but he holds me away with his hand on my head. All the time he is looking down at his cock. A long few moments pass, the room in utter silence. I wipe the tears and drool off of my face. And then he zippers up. I cannot believe it. He walks out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. 

I am standing in the room with the door open, leaning back against the wall, trying to regain some composure. And of course I am trying to make some sense of the events that just transpired. But I have little time to reflect as before I can exit the room, I am joined by a new companion. The door is closed and I am alone with a huge bull of a man. He is young and looks to be a prototype football player, with huge everything; limbs, torso, and a large head and neck. And I soon discover that god was not teasing when this man was put together. He displays a very large specimen. I reflect that it seems to be my night for large cocks. This one is eight and a bit but with a very large girth. And it is not round. Rather it is somewhat irregularly shaped, almost as if steel rods had been hammered together to make up his organ. I grasp the organ in my hand and caress it rather firmly. The analogy to steel was not misplaced. He is rock hard. He seems aroused but in control. He asks me if the previous companion got me off. I reply in the negative. He reaches for my cock, only modestly full and of course almost a toy compared to his monster.

The new companion wants to hug and kiss. His ardor in this regard is forceful. I participate and do not resist his touching and fondling, forceful touching and fondling, but this line of activity is not my preference. He is clearly interested in my cock, and the rest of me it seems. His hands and arms are relentless in their groping. I have been continuing to stroke and pump his huge cock with the intent to entice him into letting me cock suck. But his grappling with me has prevented any effort to sink to my knees. I conclude that it seems likely that he is a gay man and he is interested in something beyond a blowjob. This is confirmed after a bit when he suggests that we retire to his car which he explains is parked just outside. The groping of my cock and the persistent kissing continue amidst ongoing requests that we adjourn to his car where we will have more room and privacy. 

The object of his adjournment interest seems clear enough. He wants to fuck me. I begin to consider this. I did not come here to get fucked in the ass. On the other hand, I am not a prude. It would be foolishly naive to suggest that fucking had never occurred to me. And of course I have been there before in my youth. In the active role then and not by choice, rather than the passive role as I would be now. If I went through with it. It is my choice now. Having been there, the act does not seem so foreign. And my companion is clearly widely aroused for it. More than aroused. He is close to frantic with his kissing and groping. And I become nervous about all of this. He is so huge a man that I would be easily physically overpowered by him. His cock is huge but I have no fear of his hurting me with it. Unless I asked him to slow down and he refused. In that case I would likely get raped in the ass. I have visions of being pinned under this huge strong body and getting lunge fucked in the ass. Perhaps this is unfair, but I decide that this is not for me.

I decide to try one last time for a blowjob. I suggest to him that I want to taste him. 'Let me have a taste of you' I whisper in his ear. He again presses that we retire to his car but I disengage just enough so that I can bend over and immediately take his cock in my mouth. I am hopeful that once engaged in my mouth, he will give up and let me suck him off. But I had not reckoned with either the size of him or his interest in my ass. He is more than a mouthful. I am bent over with my mouth on his cock. I cannot do the cock justice because of my awkward bent over position and the sheer size of the organ. He is holding my hips up with those huge meaty hands of his. He slides his hands inside my slacks over my bare ass cheeks. His fingers find my asshole. My bare ass cheeks and the apparent interest in my asshole seem to have encouraged my companion all the more. There is now much vigorous squeezing and pulling on my ass which is having the effect of forcing my mouth on his cock. I can barely breathe. 

So I have decided to end this. I stand and he immediately embraces me again, pinning me against the wall, more kisses, his hands still on my bare ass, squeezing vigorously, voluptuously if I were more into this. But alas, I am not. I wedge my hands against his chest and push him away, apologizing. He persists with the suggestion that we retire to his car. I open the door to the room. It takes a few minutes for all of this to finally come to resolution, but eventually he leaves the room, I assume disappointed at being cock teased. Taking no chances this time, I immediately stagger out of the room and embrace the hallway wall. 

I spend some time against the wall trying to regain my composure. I put my clothes back in order, disheveled from the vigorous groping of companion two. My jaws and throat are a bit sore from the battering my mouth has received from my two companions. And I have not yet enjoyed a mouthful of cum. Men continue to mill about but there is no sign of either of my companions. I take some deep breaths and focus on calming down. It occurs to me to call it a night and leave. But I still have some free time that I will not have to account for and I would like to spend some time on my knees enjoying a cock rather than depart with memories of throat and ass fucking. Although I consider that given the state of my jaws and throat, the next time should be with a small cock that is ready to burst. I laugh to myself that I should bring signs to hang on my door. The next one would advertise for a small cock for a maximum of three minutes. Sort of like buying cock to go at Walmart. 

Eventually I recover enough to resume the game. I begin taking in the action of my colleagues. I note that across from me a youngish fellow has entered a room and closed the door. I did not notice who went in with him. I hang out for a bit to see what transpires. Meanwhile the action is thinning out. This is not a late night sport. Married men need to be home early or answer many awkward questions. That applies to me as well. I have some time but it is limited. Eventually the door across from me opens and the fellow begins to exit. Then he notices me looking at him and stops. I wait for a moment to see if someone emerges. I ponder for a moment. Perhaps he has wanked off all by himself and any further efforts on my part would be a disappointing waste of my time and energy. But he is clearly extending an invitation and he is a reasonably good looking fellow. 

I approach his room and enter, closing the door behind me. He is leaning against the wall. I stand immediately in front of him, almost touching. I whisper to him, 'take it out'. He is nervous and I wonder if this is his first time. He fumbles with his clothes. I decide if he is not erect, I will leave, call it a night, and go home. But I feel a nice erection press against my leg. I reach down for it, wrapping my fingers around the shaft. I feel him shake from my touch. Normally I would be very careful about bringing him off too quickly. But in the event, my jaws are aching from the previous battering so I am less concerned about an early climax. And besides, there are worse things to do than fondle a pleasingly erect cock. And my companion is clearly enjoying the attention. His cock has become firmer and already his breath a bit ragged from the stimulation.

I kneel in front of him, telling him to unfasten his slacks. He does so and the slacks fall to his ankles. He has a fine organ and my run of oversized cocks continues. This specimen is seven odd long and a lovely round shape, above average in girth. Nothing like the monster of companion two, but an organ most men would be very glad to possess. The cock is throbbing slightly in front of me. I can see that my companion is shaking, clearly nervous. I lean forward to touch the end of his cock with my lips. The cock immediately stiffens and I half expect him to spurt out. But all is well and I slide my lips over the head of the cock, taking it in my mouth. His skin has a mildly acid taste. I rest for a moment with my mouth holding the head of his cock. The wonder of why I am here floods my mind. I lick the tip and again feel him stiffen. I bring my hands up and press them on the front of his hips, caressing the skin. I hear a murmured moan from him. And then I slide my lips slowly down the length of his shaft, taking him fully in my mouth. I feel him stiffen again and I hear him take in a huge gasp of breath. A lovely hard cock filling my mouth. I sigh in utter bliss.

But given his reaction to my efforts, I assume my companion is not long for the blowjob part of this world. While I might otherwise be disappointed and try techniques to prolong the effort, the events of the night make a speedy conclusion seem like a pleasant outcome. To that end, I slide one of my hands under his balls and cup the sack. An immediate huge stiffening and another decided gasp of pleasure from my companion. Again I expect him to climax but again he relaxes. I begin rolling and squeezing his balls in my hand, and at the same time sucking on his cock. And a lovely cock it is to suck. Even though it is a bit oversized, it seems positively human in its texture and rigidity compared to the battering rams of the previous companions. 

I begin sucking with enjoyment, my lips pressing on the shaft. I work on the mid shaft to the head area, assuming that this will finish him off with both enjoyment and dispatch. His shaking continues as I work on the cock. My lips caress the velvet smooth skin, sliding up and down on the lovely hard shaft, reveling in being on my knees and sucking on a hard cock. My companion leaning back against the wall, completely and utterly surrendered to my mouth nursing on his cock. On my knees, rapturously sucking on a lovely hard cock. All is right with the world. Gasps and moans of pleasure flow from him. I am energized by his evident reaction to my efforts. I take the cock deep in my mouth and squeeze my lips on the base of the shaft. Then draw my mouth off of the shaft, squeezing my lips on the shaft the entire way. A loud 'ooooooooooohhh' from my companion. I repeat this, taking the organ fully in my mouth and drawing off of it. I repeat this again and again. His shaking becomes more intense as do his cries of pleasurable delight and I am certain that he is going to spurt at any moment. 

There is much shaking, huffing, puffing, groans, and gasps of pleasure. But there is no climax. I resume sucking on the cock, alternating from vigorous caressing of the head of the cock and my lips pressing on the shaft just below and over the head. I continue this until my jaws begin to fatigue. Perhaps he is too nervous to be able to climax. There is no doubt that he is enjoying the experience. But I do not have the stamina or interest to go on with this all night. I have one last technique to employ and bring this to bear now. With his cock in my mouth, I arch my neck so that the top of his cock is pressed against the roof of my mouth. And then I employ my tongue in a very rapidly fluttering licking of the sweet spot under the head of his cock. The effect is immediate and dramatic. He stiffens rock hard, raises himself up on his toes and emits a mewling scream of pleasure. But he does not climax. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 04



I let go of him, stand, and lean back against the opposite wall. My mouth and jaws have had it for the day. He is standing there with his cock throbbing in the air. He apologizes, telling me that he does not know what is wrong. I ask if this is his first time and as I expect, he confesses that it is. I tell him not to worry about it but that I have to leave. And I depart. 

So it has been quite a video shop session. I spent a good part of a couple of hours in the video shop, much of it with a hard cock in my mouth. Under other circumstances, I might characterize this as two hours in heaven. But in the event, I have had more fun. I can only assume companion one had no intention of being sucked off. In fact, I have found it not uncommon for men to want to sample the field, enjoying being repeatedly brought to the edge and then calming down, before finally letting go of their climax. And sometimes not letting it go as in the present case. As for companion two, an anonymous sex video shop seems to me a strange place to look for a gay date. But such is life. And had I an interest in getting fucked, I suppose his evening would have been complete. And I did at least consider the opportunity. As for companion three, what guy has not had the occasional performance glitch of one sort or another?

And from a personal perspective, a committed cock sucker got to suck on three lovely hard cocks. I have no complaints. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 05



In which our hero does new math. 

A few weeks since my visit to the video shop. It took a week or so for my poor mouth and jaw to fully recover from the pummeling I received. This led to an often considered subject of the physical relations between men and women. Companion two made clear that he wanted to fuck me. Although my principal interest, and the reason I went to the video shop, was cock sucking, I somewhat seriously considered assenting to companion two's request. After all, it is just sex and in the right circumstances, it would probably be fun. In the event, I was concerned about the overpowering size and strength of companion two and his more than ardent interest. So I declined for reasons of personal safety, not a lack of interest. Of course men are almost always larger and stronger than women. How must women feel all of the time? 

And companion one's enthusiasm for rough throat fucking. At least it seemed rough to me. Which of us has not wanted at some time to drive our cock down the throat of a woman? Companion one did not ask me, at least not directly. I suppose if I had objected, he may have taken it easy or stopped altogether. In the event, I actually rather enjoyed the experience, at least somewhat secure in the knowledge that I was strong enough to get free if that became necessary. What about a much smaller woman in the same circumstance who lacks such reassuring strength. I cannot imagine what that must be like. 

An unexpected departure of my wife for an out of town family emergency has provided an opportunity for some recreation on a Saturday night. I am not able to get started until late and I decide that it will probably be too late for my preferred fare of married men cock sucking at the video shop. So I decide to go instead to the adult movie theater. I have been back now and then to engage in one of my favorite recreational pastimes, which is to strip from the waist down and play with my cock. I like to delay my climaxes as long as possible, riding along on a wave of keeping it on the boil right at the edge, timing my climax to an arousing conclusion in the video. I can usually enjoy four or five climaxes over the course of several hours with the supporting stimulation of good porn films. It has actually been a couple of days since I have climaxed, an unusual occurrence for me, so I am in full flood when I arrive at the theater.

I find the theater unusually full. Of course I am glad that they are doing well financially as for personal enjoyment reasons, I do not want them to go out of business. But on the occasion, it may be difficult to fully enjoy myself if I am constantly on the watch for being observed. I stumble around in the dark for a bit until I finally find a seat. I settle in to enjoy a film where an attractive girl is servicing five men. This is my favorite kind of porn and I begin watching with interest, caressing my cock through my slacks. Eventually an extended double penetration sequence begins. I am always impressed by the stamina of the girls who do these scenes, particularly with a group of men where the double fucking is constant for extended periods. I soon become very aroused and open my slacks to free enough of my cock so that I can touch bare skin. I am enthusiastically playing with my cock as I watch the video when I am joined in the next seat by another patron. I have my shirt out and I cover my bare cock so I am not really exposed. But I cease and desist playing with my cock while I consider moving seats for more privacy. 

I begin scanning the theater for alternatives places to sit when my new neighbor touches my leg with his. Although unexpected, this is hardly a shock. This is an adult movie theater and in the far reaches of the corners of the place and in the men's room, there are hookups and couplings going on. I consider what to do while taking a surreptitious look at my neighbor. If the neighbor is an unattractive prospect, then I will immediately get up and move. I'll do the best that I can putting my cock back in place in the process. I may move anyway as my intent in coming here was to play with my cock in peace and quiet for several hours and thoroughly empty my balls. But I begin to consider again how lovely it might be to fondle and suckle a cock at my leisure. My review of my neighbor confirms that he is a reasonably attractive fellow, casually dressed, neat and clean, and ten years or so older than myself. I have not responded to him yet as I consider what to do. But I have no doubt that he chose to sit next to me because he saw me playing with my cock. Perhaps he has changed seats several times, making similar invitations.

I decide to explore this a bit and press my leg back against his. After a moment, his hand slides over to touch my leg. This is all expected and I relax to see where this may lead. His fingers caress my leg, eventually gripping the inside of my thigh for a squeeze. I am sitting in my seat with my zipper down and slacks open. My shirt is covering all of this but my cock is hard and throbbing under the shirt. I slide my hand under my shirt and resume caressing my cock. My companion continues to caress and squeeze my leg with his hand, eventually sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh. Of course I have my slacks on but even so, the physical contact is arousing. Finally he slides his hand up between my legs so that the back of his hand presses lightly against my balls. He rolls his hand against my balls for a bit before leaning over to whisper to me. The invitation is to go to his apartment with him. 

A short time later we enter his apartment. I am on my motorcycle so I have my riding paraphernalia to remove. His apartment is small and modest and gives all of the appearance of being occupied by a single guy, no doubt my companion. He is my size, reasonably attractive, and roughly ten or twelve years older than I. There is nothing aggressive about his manner or approach. He is all politeness as he offers me a beer and we chat for a few moments about motorcycles as I discard the riding gear. He finds out that I am discharged army attending college and I find out that he works at a bar. He asks me if I am pressed for time so I can only assume that he assumes that I am married. I reassure him that while I cannot stay the night, I am not pressed for time. We soon retire to his bed, each of us undressing. 

We lay in bed together, both nude, both of us having a close look at the other. He clearly likes what he sees as he is aroused. His cock is lovely; I should think every gay man's dream. He is a bit larger than average with an above average girth. But the cock is of the most beautiful classic rolling pin shape, a constant circumference with a blunt head. He is uncut. But the big surprise is that from the neck down, he is entirely hairless. That lovely rolling pin cock emerges from a completely smooth body, magnifying the beauty and elegance of the organ. While I am not heavily endowed with hair, I feel positively bushlike compared to his smooth body. 

I assume he is going to want to kiss and neck as I anticipate that for him, this is going to be making love to another man. But he is not at all aggressive about his approach and eventually I reach over and caress his face. This seems to break enough reassuring ground that he embraces me and we press together and begin kissing and caressing. Both of us are aroused and our cocks press together between us. We go on in this for some time, both of us caressing and squeezing with our hands, both of us caressing the cock of the other. I am captivated by the feel of his rolling pin cock. It is full but not rock hard and I delight in playing with it at my leisure. And his smooth hairless body is delicious to the touch. I find myself aroused by the conflict of smooth and hairless, like a woman's body, combined with the lovely full cock which I fondle with enthusiasm.

We are lying side by side facing each other. He rolls over on top of me. I part my legs to accommodate the new position, our cocks pressed together between us. He begins gentle thrusting of his hips, his cock pressing into my belly and of course my cock pressed between our bellies as well. He leans down to begin kissing me and he rolls his hips. This motion grinds on our cocks, sandwiched between our bellies. This is all pleasant and arousing but I know that I am soon going to be faced with the question of whether or not to let him fuck me. I am of decided mixed mind on the issue. In the interim, I lift my legs and hug his hips with them. We continue kissing and his arousal is more than apparent in the enthusiasm of his cock rubbing on my belly. He tells me that he will put on a rubber. In a flash I am jolted to again consider the dilemma of women who are faced with this very same question, not occasionally like now, but constantly. Do I let him slide his cock into my body and fuck his manhood and passion into me? 

I want to have his cock in my mouth. If I let him fuck me and he cums, he may not have an interest in anything further or he may not be able to. I want to enjoy the full blooded erection, at least for a bit, not a halfhearted struggle when he is empty or uninterested. So I respond that I would like to but would like to taste him first. Confirming that he is okay with that, we roll over, disentangle, and I slide down to kneel between his legs. His cock jutting from the smooth bare skin is even more breathtaking up close. He is full but his cock lacks the rigidity to stand up straight. So it is full and lying on his smooth hairless belly. I lean forward and lick the bottom of the cock. His skin tastes remotely of something close to nutmeg. I explore and caress the underside of the cock with my lips and tongue. Eventually I pick the cock up from his belly lifting the blunt head of the cock with my lips and sliding my lips down over the head. I look up at his face as I slide my lips down over the shaft. His eyes are closed and he is completely relaxed, having surrendered to my mouth. I begin sliding my mouth up and down on the shaft, reveling in the taste and texture of the skin. I am in no hurry and employ my usual feather light caresses of my lips on the skin of the cock. I employ a soft feathery caress, enjoying the feel of the cock in my mouth, and his occasional murmur of pleasure. His hips perform a modest strain upward as I blissfully suck on his cock. 

Eventually he reaches for me and pulls me up off of his cock. He leans down to kiss me and caress my cock. He tells me that my mouth feels wonderful. We kiss for a few minutes and then without effort on my part, he lays back down and I continue my work on his lovely organ. I lift his balls in one of my hands and casually roll them in my fingers. The skin of his balls is also smooth and hairless. The texture of the skin is like velvet. I slide my lips back over the head of the cock and press firmly. His murmurs of pleasure increase. While I am working on the cock with my mouth, I realize that I do not care if he climaxes in my mouth. In fact, my modest efforts are for my enjoyment of his cock. If he asks me now to fuck, I am certainly going to let him. I can identify no reason not to. Meanwhile I continue my blissful sucking on his organ, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft, slowly but with enough pressure to receive a steady stream of encouraging sounds from him. I continue toying with and rolling his balls in my fingers. I sigh and moan repeatedly with utter abandon, such is my enjoyment with this wonderful organ in my mouth, warm and alive, leaking his essence into my mouth.

And then I hear him say that he will cum if I do not stop. I have observed a definite increase in the straining of his hips, rocking upward to match the motion of my mouth on his cock. But hearing this, I decide to let him decide. I release his cock from my mouth, gently returning it to its resting place, lying on his belly. I look up at him. There is a long pause and an unspoken exchange and then he reaches for the condom. He suggests that this may be easier for me face down. I ask how he prefers and he responds face to face. I lie down on my back. He slides the condom on and positions himself between my legs, which I lift to provide access. I provide some directional assistance with my fingers, and with some pressure from him, I feel him begin to slide in. He puts his arms under the back of my legs to provide some leverage and slowly presses his cock into me. I feel his cock slide into my asshole, a lovely filling sensation. A bit of discomfort follows that dissipates into a feeling of being filled and possessed as he lies on top of me, his cock in me up to his balls, a gasp of pleasure from him as his chest presses on mine. 

So I am on my back with my feet in the air being fucked. His chest is pressed against mine, his head next to mine, I can hear him breathing. I cannot avoid the flashes of juxtaposition where I am on top of a woman with my cock in her, holding her legs up to gain leverage and depth. I feel him press into me, very slowly, again and again, something of a slow rocking motion. At once I realize that he is still being polite and is concerned about hurting me. My arms are around his shoulders and my hands on his shoulder blades. I tell him softly that he is not hurting me and that it feels good. The latter is a bit of an exaggeration although I find the close body contact more enjoyable than I anticipated. At my words of encouragement, he pulls almost out of me and then slowly presses back in. He repeats this technique of slow fucking, pressing firmly into me each time. I hear his breathing and soft murmurs of pleasure, particularly intense when he pushes in the last bit. I flash again to my own experience fucking a woman where I want to drive not just my cock, but my entire body into her. 

His cock in me feels, if not ecstatically wonderful, then certainly like I am being fully possessed. Each time he drives into me he presses hard at the end and I am overwhelmed with the feeling, both physical and emotional, of surrendering to him. The flashes of role reversal are almost constant, comparing my current experience of being ridden and fucked with my own experiences doing the same with a woman. I decide I want to experience more, being ridden harder as I have done so many times. He moves his head and looks at me from inches away, his slow fucking continuing unabated. He leans down and kisses me passionately. I press my hands on his back to reassure and encourage. I whisper to him; 'more', 'fuck me harder'. He groans and pulls his cock almost out, pauses, and then drives back in, harder than before, pressing hard at the end. He is watching my face for reaction. He repeats this, pulling almost out and then driving back in, a bit faster and with more force. And then repeats this again, again faster and harder. I gasp now, a combination of mild discomfort but combined with a growing enjoyment of being taken, of being possessed, of giving up one's soul to another. 

I begin murmuring, 'more, harder, faster, fuck me, fuck me harder'. His thrusting into me becomes just that, harder and faster. Strong driving lunges into me. My body is being driven down into the bed under him with each lunging thrust of his cock into me. His hands are under my shoulders, grasping me close to him and supplying leverage for his lunges into me. The sounds of his body impacting mine fill the room. I feel his balls slapping on me at each forceful thrust. And I again flash to my own experience of fucking a woman in the same way. Holding her shoulders and driving into her, the room filled with the sounds of my belly smacking against hers as we fuck, my balls bouncing on her ass as I forcefully drive my cock into her.

I had not anticipated finding this experience physically arousing. My participation in the act was driven by curiosity and this seemed a relatively safe opportunity. I was also interested in experiencing my companion's technique and in enjoying his enjoyment of the experience. But to my astonishment, I realize that my own cock is hard between our bellies. He is fucking hard now with steady driving lunges into me. He is moaning and groaning in clear physical enjoyment, the ecstasy of physical possession of another, his entire being in his cock that he is driving into me at will. His body motion is squeezing and caressing my cock between our bellies and I realize with a shock that I am very likely going to climax. My knees are drawn back and my hips arched up. I am hugging his hips with my legs and holding onto his shoulders as he rides me. His pelvis is slamming against my ass cheeks with each lunge of his cock into me. I begin moaning under him in real and unmistakable enjoyment, my cries of pleasure heartfelt and entirely genuine. I realize that it is not just my hard cock that is driving this rapturous pleasure. It is the act, his possession of me, the driving of his cock deep into my body, each thrust of his organ into me penetrating my very soul, reaching inside of me.

I am arching my hips with his thrusts to rub my cock against his belly. Whether he knows this or not, I don't know, but his lunging into me continues and I am certain that he is going to climax at any moment. I find myself frantic to do the same and rub and twist myself against him, my cries of pleasure a reassurance and stimulant to him. I feel him begin to shake and his sounds of enjoyment increase into frantic grunts. I know that his climax is imminent. I have been leaking copiously and the slickness of my cock crushed between our warm thrusting bellies is frantically arousing. I am just on the edge. I feel him lunge hard, his hands under my shoulders crushing us together. He groans loudly and I roll and twist under him in a straining effort to reach climax myself. I feel him go stiff on top of me, he shudders, groans loudly, and he emits a series of staccato bursts as he climaxes inside me. I am twisting and thrusting frantically under him. I feel my cock swell between our bellies and my cum bursts out of me. It feels like a bursting dam and I groan loudly in his ear in sheer, unmistakable, rapturous ecstasy as I feel my semen squirt out between us. 

With a long sigh and shudder, he collapses on top of me, driving his cock in as hard as he can. I feel the cock inside of me and I squeeze on it. He is laying on me in exhaustion and I feel the full weight of him pressing me down under him. We lay locked together for a long time. Occasionally he makes a motion to withdraw, but I use my arms to press him back down on me. Each time he does so, he presses his hips slowly and forcefully against me, driving his cock fully back in. Each time I clench down on his cock. The intensity of my climax is such that I want to continue the very pleasurable resolution, my cock and balls crushed between us, the throbbing and pleasure very slowly ebbing. I don't know if he realizes that I also climaxed. I lay under him reflecting on the experience. During the act, I found myself frantically aroused but I could not touch my cock. I was being ridden by my companion and so the pace, body positions, touch points, everything, were out of my control. I was straining with every fiber of my being to reach a climax while having essentially no physical control. I reflected again about the act from a woman's perspective and wondered if they often feel the same. 

Eventually he pulls out of and off of me and we lay side by side. He has a small puddle of his semen on his belly and a smear of mine. His cock is lying on his belly, reduced in its magnificent fullness, but still lovely. I am quite shaken by the intensity of all of this. I had wanted the experience of the act and had anticipated enjoying his enjoyment. I certainly did enjoy his enjoyment which was clearly intense and fulfilling. For my part, there were constant comparisons during the act of my passive role in the act and my oft repeated active role with women when I was doing the riding and controlling. The pleasure I derived was a genuine shock. The feeling of him on top of me, pressing on me, the feeling of being possessed by him, I found exhilarating. But the real shock was my arousal and climax while he was riding me with intensity, driving into me, taking his pleasure, reaching his climax inside me.




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 05



We have a beer and chat about this and that. I ask a few questions about the act and my performance, about his reaction to my performance. I am curious since he has had substantial experience with men. I discover that he has had essentially no successful experience with women. He enjoys fucking but is not so keen on being fucked. He prefers to give head as he puts it. I speak briefly about the feeling of being possessed and comparison to the act with women. But I quickly conclude that he has no context for this and/or no interest. He reassures me that he enjoyed the act with me immensely. He offers no suggestions for improvement. Probably he is being polite. An hour passes. We both remain nude on the bed, he enjoying a second beer while I decline as I am going to have to negotiate the motorcycle in the dark. There is no suggestion that he is anxious for me to leave and I begin to ponder the possibility of act II. 

A pee behind both of us, we return to the bed and it quickly becomes clear that my companion is also interested in act II. I am reassured about his lack of interest in being fucked as that is an act for which I have no interest. I reverse positions on the bed and we both roll on our sides so that we are both looking at the others cock. And of course, more than looking as we both begin to fondle. I am again mesmerized by the lovely organ growing out of the smooth hairless skin. With only some modest caresses, his cock swells impressively. I put my hand on his bare hip to hold him in place and I caress my face against his cock. I lick the head and tease it with my lips. I alternate licking his cock with rubbing my face on the shaft, using my cheeks to roll his cock around and against his belly. My own cock has also swelled and he is doing a masterful job sucking me hard. The feel of his hard cock on the skin of my face is fantastically arousing.

I slide closer to him and lift his leg so that it is draped over my back. His beautiful full cock is right in front of me. I moan as I lift the head of the heavy organ with my lips and slide the head into my mouth. I hear a moan of pleasure from my companion who has my own hard cock in his mouth and has similarly lifted my leg to drape over his back. And we are locked together in a 69 position. My cock in his mouth and his cock in my mouth. Two cock suckers sucking lovely full cocks. Whatever could be better? 

I have always enjoyed the 69 position with women. I love the feeling of being hard in a mouth but at the same time being able to enjoy the womanhood with my own. I adore and find endless fascination in the female organ. I love the infinite variety of appearance, the smell of arousal, the texture of the skin, the exotic taste. Most of all I am electrified when a woman climaxes in my mouth. And in my experience, women find the 69 position equally enjoyable and gratifying. I have found that women often climax multiple times during the act. 

But this is something else entirely, 69ing with a man. Wonderful math. His lovely full cock in my mouth while he is sucking on my own. I caress his balls with my fingers as I slide my lips slowly up and down on the shaft of his cock. I am in blissful heaven with the feel of his full cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head and receive an appreciative groan of pleasure from my companion. In my own case, his mouth on my cock is exquisitely pleasurable. I am slowly thrusting my hips, my cock sliding between his lips, fucking into his mouth. I slide my other hand under his hip. I grip his ass cheeks in my hands and caress and squeeze the skin of his ass. My lips press on the shaft of his cock. I moan in pleasure, his lovely hard cock filling my mouth, my senses overwhelmed. Again the room goes silent save for the deafening rush of cock sucking, his and mine. My entire existence is my mouth filled with his cock and with my own driving into his mouth. 

I caress his shaft with my lips. They tingle from the texture of his skin. His cock is alive and full and so exquisitely lovely. I want the moment to go on forever; the feel of his cock in my mouth, the sounds of his pleasure, the rocking, thrusting push of his hips driven by the pleasure he is receiving from my mouth. I moan in the exhilaration of the moment, as does he with his mounting pleasure. I am thrusting my own hips with increasing intensity, he allowing and encouraging me to fuck his mouth, his lips pressing firming on the shaft of my cock, setting my own pace, thrusting my cock between his lips. I am in heaven. The sensation of imminent climax is upon me. My hands grip his ass cheeks. I use them to pull his hips to me, driving his cock into my mouth. I clamp my lips on the shaft of his cock. Gone is the desire to prolong. My own desire for climax in his mouth is urgent, and I want the same from him; his seed to burst forth in my mouth, to flood my mouth with his cum. That objective becomes my obsession. I begin moaning in ecstatic pleasure, gripping his ass cheeks in my hands. I am near to climax and I begin shuddering. He grips my ass cheeks to steady me. He is thrusting into my mouth with increasing urgency so I know he is close as well.

I press my lips firmly on his organ, sliding them up and down on the shaft. I can taste his essence leaking into my mouth. I am sure the same is true for him as I am thrusting my cock vigorously into his mouth. No casual blowjobs here. Not now. Both of us are shaking, the sounds of cries of pleasure fill the room. My hands on his ass cheeks press and encourage him to thrust his cock into my mouth. And he is doing so, now with very short frantic lunges. I do the same and feel my cock stiffen. I freeze and emit a loud groan of ecstasy, the rapturous pleasure soaring through my entire being. I throb once in his mouth, a second time. I feel his lips squeezing on my cock, and I burst with a flood of semen ejaculating into his mouth. He instantly rolls slightly on top of me and begins very short frantic fucking into my mouth. I clench my lips on his cock and let him fuck my mouth at the place on his shaft that provides him the maximum intensity. A moment passes, then another, his hips a blur with his fucking. And then he freezes, a loud groan follows, and he climaxes in my mouth, a flood of his juice flows out of his cock and into my mouth. I moan loudly, squeezing his ass in my hands, as his semen floods into my mouth.

The climax goes on and on, for me and I believe for him as well. We remain locked together, cock in mouth as we both slowly slide down post climax resolution. He just holds my shaft in his lips. I slide my lips down to the base of his cock, press hard, and draw up. The first couple of times that I do this, I hear sighs of pleasure from him. Both of our cocks bathed in our own semen in a lovely caressing mouth. Utter bliss. I lay there enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth as it slowly deflates. I swallow his cum holding his cock In my mouth.

Eventually we uncouple and the very pleasurable evening comes to a close. I struggle into my motorcycle attire and reflect, not for the first time, that the most unpleasant part of motorcycle riding is donning and discarding the riding apparel and equipment. My companion and I bid farewell, me encased in my vault-like enclosure of safety gear, and he in an open shirt only partially concealing that lovely smooth hairless body and now less than full but still magnificent cock. He tells me where he works and invites me to stop by. I bid him goodbye and depart. Down on the street, my faithful motorcycle awaits. The powerful engine instantly comes to life with the puny sound of an egg beater, belying the awesome power of the fire breathing monster that I ride off on.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 06



Chapter 6. 

In which our hero returns to old haunts. 

Over the next several weeks, I spent a considerable amount of time reflecting on the events described in chapter 5. Of course I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, as much in the recollection as in the actual event. Actually I enjoyed it rather more than I would have ever believed. But on reflection, I concluded that the event was a one off. I had not had sex of any kind for several days so I was motivated. The opportunity was unique in that we were alone and secure in his apartment. And his physical characteristics were unique. I still think of that lovely hairless skin and gorgeous cock, inseparable in my memory. I was so turned on by the visual impact that I am contemplating a similar strategy myself. If only I could transplant that gorgeous cock to myself. And finally I was curious about the act, what it would be like to participate in the act, and how I would react to the act. In truth, had the fellow turned out to be crudely aggressive, or large and muscular, or covered with a lot of body hair, or probably anything other than the set of circumstances of the event, I am fairly certain that I would not have taken part. But having said that, I would certainly repeat the act again under similar circumstances. After all, it was a great turn on and fun.

But as for the future, a much welcomed end to marital abstinence confirmed that I love women in general and my wife in particular. And my enthusiasm for the mysteries of the female anatomy and body parts has not lessoned in any way. For me personally the experiences described in chapter five were enriching and provided valuable insights on how I view and relate to women. But it is the female body that I want. I want her under me. In all of the ways described in chapter 5. So I shall not be looking up the fellow at the bar. I do not want to date a gay man. And I do not want to deal with awkward questions about whom I see and where I see them. And the other confirming truth is my love of the cock.

This brings me back to the video shop on a rainy afternoon a few weeks later. It is late afternoon, my favorite time for my favorite fare, married men stopping by for recreation on the way home from work. And who can blame them? When they get home, there will be bills, broken this, that and the other, unpleasant children, and a nagging wife who does not want sex. Here, there is silence and delight. There are no promises, no expectations, and no illusions of meeting again. This is the simplicity of life at the most basic and elemental level, plain and simple anonymous male sex. Take it out and enjoy. One need only a location and that most elemental resource, a cock sucker. 

And so here I am, performing my public service. There are several men milling about. I am at a doorway, pretending to study the film offering in the room. I am approached by a business man wearing a suit and tie. He also pretends to study the fare in the room. He asks me if I have seen the film. I respond that I have not and suggest that he join me. I close the door behind us. A few awkward moments follow once we are inside of the room. There is always the danger of entrapment so I want my companions to expose their cock before I touch anything. Of course this puts the burden on the companion, but then I will be doing the work once the organ is displayed. In the present case, a few encouraging words from me and the zipper is pulled down, the cock exposed with some evident embarrassment, and we get on with the task at hand; the public service of emptying his balls. 

My companion is a well-dressed and well-groomed man in his forties. He has had a few too many business lunches for his own good and carries a modest paunch. He is not erect although this does not mean he is not aroused. I conclude that my companion is not highly experienced at this. Perhaps someone has told him of this place and its purpose, but he is not entirely clear on what to expect. In any case if I reach out and touch his cock, that may put the poor guy off entirely if he really is new at this. Having a mouth on you that you do not have to look at is one thing. You can close your eyes and use your imagination. Yes, it really is the princess down there sucking on my cock. Having a guy who is standing in front of you groping your limp cock is another. At a personal level, sucking on a limp cock is not in my top five highlight reel of wonderful things to do. I read of people who apparently get off on feeling the cock grow erect in their mouth. I am not in that fan club. But my companion is here in the room with me with his cock out, so it is clear that he wants a blowjob.

I kneel down in front of him and touch his cock with my fingertips, a modest caressing touch under the head. I tease the sweet spot with my fingertips and then the backs of my fingers. Slowly I begin to get a rise out of him as his cock begins to fill. I continue with the teasing caress of his cock with my fingers. He continues to swell in response, eventually becoming fully erect. He possesses a modest specimen. Very modest. Not that it matters of course when the cock is fully erect. I slow my caresses on the erect shaft. His cock is quivering and I conclude that yes indeed, he is fully aroused. I wonder if I take him in my mouth now if he will survive more than a moment. I am guessing not. I look up at him. He is standing there with his eyes closed and I suppose that he is indeed having a fantasy about a princess. 

I continue the most modest feathery touch of my fingers on his cock. Let him enjoy this as much as he can. I tell him that it is okay to make noise, that no one will hear him. He nods and I get a moaning response of what I am certain is a very pleasurable fantasy playing behind those closed eyes. I see that a pearl of manly dew has formed on the tip of his cock. I rub the back of my finger over it and then down under the sweet spot of his cock. There is an immediate intake of breath from him as this new and pleasurable sensation reaches his brain. His cock throbs. I ponder letting him cum just like this, spurting his semen out in a flood. Because it is certain that he is right there, ready to let go. I wonder if he is trying to hold back, hoping I will take him in my mouth. Or rather I suppose his fantasy princess. I remove my fingers from his cock and just watch it for a moment. He is quivering in between pronounced throbs. I lean forward, open my mouth wide, and engulf him. I press my lips on the back of his shaft. I hear a sharp intake of breath from him followed immediately by a load moaning gasp. My tongue touches the underside of his cock and at that instant he spurts his cum into my mouth. 

I hold him there in my mouth for a minute, then another. His legs are shaking and I can hear him breathing heavily. Another minute in my mouth and I can feel his cock deflating. With a loud exhalation, he withdraws from my mouth and sags back against the wall. As I swallow his cum, I reflect from the taste that he has had too many steak dinners. Almost before I can stand, my companion is zippered up and, without a word, he is out the door. I have no doubt that he will be back.

I remain leaning against the wall of my room and I am immediately joined by companion two. He is a barrel chested fellow dressed in the work clothes of a well-known soft drink firm. If companion one was nervous and tentative, companion two is the polar opposite. Almost before the door is closed he is nude from the waist and his cock is standing impressively out. It is very clear what he came for and he is all business about getting started. Or rather having me get started. He has a specimen that I characterize as meaty. It is shorter than average but full and somewhat irregularly shaped. Not a particularly visually attractive organ. He has an abundance of body hair that for me adds to the visually unattractive look. But he does have an impressive set of balls hanging down between his legs. 

I kneel in front of him. His cock is of the sort that is full but not rigid. I lean forward, encouraged in that endeavor by a meaty hand on my head, and take his cock in my mouth. I don't know that I want to spend time prolonging this effort as I do not find the visual impact arousing. But my companion is aroused and emits a throaty sigh of pleasure as he feels my mouth on his cock. I slide my lips up and down on the shaft a few times and the reassurance that he is going to get his blowjob encourages him to remove his hand from my head. But I hear him tell me that he wants me to 'pull on my balls'. I reach my hand up and cradle his balls in my hand. I caress them tenderly with my fingers while pressing my lips on the shaft of his cock. I lick the underside of the shaft, flick my tongue on it and feel him throb in my mouth. I anticipate that this may be over quickly, which is fine. But then I hear him say that we wants me to twist his balls. 

I ponder what this is about but give him what he asks for by palming his ball sack in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the sack, and twisting slightly. I have to say here that I am always impressed when a sexual partner verbalizes what they like and want. How refreshing to abandon embarrassment and fear and get to the heart of the matter. In this case, my companion gasps and responds with, 'yes yes,harder, much harder'. In response I twist his balls in my hand a bit more, and then a bit more, and then more still. With each additional twist of his balls, he grunts in evident pleasure. I hold his balls in the twisted attitude and begin to aggressively apply my mouth to his cock, swirling my tongue around and around the head. He gasps in obvious pleasure and the path to an enjoyable experience becomes clear. 

I release the pressure on his balls a bit and begin sucking on the head of his cock with some energy. I give the head and underside a vigorous application of my tongue. I hear his breathing and his sighs of pleasure, and as these increase in intensity, I give his balls a strong twist with my hand, holding the twist and pressure on his balls. His whole body stiffens and he gasps with a huge inhalation followed by staccato gasps. There is no sign, physical or verbal that he wants me to stop or take it easy. Apparently he is in ecstasy at this treatment. After a bit, I release the pressure on his balls and begin sliding my lips up and down on the shaft of his cock. I let my tongue slide back and forth on the sweet spot under the head. For most aroused men, this would bring them off very quickly. And so it is for my companion, apparently. For as I hear his sounds of obvious pleasure increase, I am waiting with his balls in my hand. And just before I think he is entering the rush to climax, I give his balls another mighty wrench in my hand. Another huge intake of air followed immediately by words of obvious rapturous pleasure from him. 'aghhhh yes, aghhh yes, aghhhhhh'. 

I hold his balls in this twisted position for some time, taking my mouth off of his cock and looking at him. His cock is swollen from the pleasure and pressure and he is dripping juice from the end. I look up at him. He is looking down at me, his hands against the wall and his hips thrust out. Is this want you want I ask, and twist harder still. He opens his mouth and responds with the word yes but in a long sigh of clear blissful pleasure. I release the pressure on his balls and he gives out a long sigh. I take his cock back in my mouth and suck vigorously, applying pressure on the shaft with my lips. Again I caress the sweet spot with my tongue. And again he very rapidly escalates back up the side of the mountain to the land of spurting cock. And again, just before I allow him to reach the promised land, I give his poor balls another mighty twist in my hand. The effect is immediate and dramatic. I feel him go rigid in front of me and I hear a huge intake of breath. A loud ecstatic gasping shuddering series of ohhh ohhh ohhhh follow. I withdraw my mouth from his cock and watch. He is trembling and his cock is quivering. I am literally holding him by the balls. Juice is dripping out of the end of his cock. I must have timed preventing his climax to within a few seconds. 

I kneel there watching for some minutes while he calms back down. I release the pressure on his balls, lean forward, and I flick the tip of my tongue over the head and sweet spot of his cock. Just a few times. I look up at him and ask if he wants to cum, if he wants to spurt his cum out of his cock, if he wants to empty his balls. While I ask these questions, I give his cock some delicious licks. To the questions he answers a staccato yes, yes, oh yes. His cock begins to bob in response to my vigorously licking on the head. I look up at him and tell him to cum, that I want to watch him cum. I lick some more and encourage him to cum. He opens his mouth and begins to gasp in pleasure and I can see his climax approaching in a wave. I twist on his balls again, harder than before. Cum I say, let me see you cum. His mouth is open but the sound is a tortured intake of breath followed by a keening sigh of rapturous pleasure. I repeat releasing and twisting his balls in my hand, repeating this again and again.

Rarely have I ever witnessed another person so intensely riding a wave of pleasure. He is rocking forward and back, gripped in the most obvious rapture of agonizing pleasure. His legs are shaking, his cock swollen and quivering, more juice running out of him in a long oily stream. I relax the pressure and he emits a long gasp of relief, collapsing his back against the wall. I decide we have reached the end point. With his cock quivering in front of me, I slide my lips over the head. I am still holding his twisted balls in my hand but release the pressure just a bit. I vigorously suck on the head of his cock. I lightly twist and release the pressure on his balls. A series of gasps flow from him in increasing volume and intensity. I release the twist from his balls, squeeze my lips on his cock, and in that instant I feel a huge burst of his semen jet into my throat. A long gasping groan of pleasure follows. I do not need to bother with an attempt to swallow his cum as the entire glob of it was ejected directly down my throat. I didn't even get a sense of taste. I wonder if he felt any pleasure at all from the actual climax as it was clearly over in a heartbeat. I have my lips on his cock but I think to no purpose as I think I got the entire load in that one huge burst. I hear him groaning and gasping for breath and he pushes my head away. I encourage him to sit down on the seat in the room as I have rarely seen someone so utterly drained. 

He collapses on the seat, his eyes closed, his head leaning over to one side, still gasping for breath. He presents quite the spectacle, with his pants down around his ankles and his shrinking wet cock and his balls on display between his legs. He mutters, oh so good, you, oh, so good, so fucking good. I take all of this as a compliment, but really he was the star performer. What a show. I tell him to take his time and give him an affectionate pat on the shoulder. I depart the room and as I am leaving, another fellow makes a clear show of interest in replacing me in the room. I advise him not to bother; the guy in there is 'finished.'

The fellow looks at me in earnest. Another business man in a suite. I reflect that the owner of the shop must have put out an advertising sign. Businessmen's blowjob special day. The look in his eye leaves no doubt as to his interest. I suggest to him that I am going in to the next room. He follows me and closes the door. I suppose companion two was making so much noise with his pleasurable bellowing, that everyone in the place knew that something spectacularly good was happening in the room. Companion three wastes no time in demonstrating an interest in his share. His cock is immediately displayed and a lovely specimen it is. Average in both size and girth, his organ is beautifully shaped with the most gorgeous cone shaped head. I begin to reach for it but he stops me with one hand and with the other on my shoulder, urges that I immediately begin on my knees. I sink to my knees in front of him. Up close his cock is even more attractive. Perfectly smooth, the skin almost glowing white. And the lovely, unusually long head coming almost to a sharp point. I am again mesmerized by the incomparable beauty of an erect cock. 

I lean forward, intending some soft teasing, but as I approach his cock, I hear a pleading voice. 'Please, please hurry'. I'm not entirely sure what this means, but I open my mouth and slide my lips over the head of his cock. My lips reach about halfway down the shaft when I realize with a start that the guy is ejaculating in my mouth. I am so startled that I can hardly believe it. He has not uttered a sound and yet in the next few seconds it becomes unmistakably clear that I have received a mouthful of semen from him. Finally I hear a sound that resembles something like a sigh of relief. I hold his cock in my mouth for a minute before withdrawing. I swallow his cum and then look up at him. I am not exactly miffed but the sense of having my mouth used is upon me. 

I begin to rise but he puts a hand on my shoulder and urges that I not stop. On inquiry about what he means, he leans forward with the clear message that he wants more of my mouth. From my knees, I point out to him that he has already cum. He responds that he will cum again quickly if I resume. And he repeats his plea for me to do so. I can say with complete confidence that the cock lover has no interest in sucking on a limp cock, and even less interest in sucking on an empty one. And yet his cock is fully erect and breathtakingly beautiful, the skin of the full shaft gleaming in the dim light. He straddles my legs and stands in front of me, his cock throbbing, just touching my lips. He pushes slightly against my lips. I feel the texture of the head of his cock on my lips. And I am lost. I let him slide his cock into my mouth. I press my lips on the cock as it slides in, caress my tongue on the bottom of the shaft, and moan in blissful pleasure. I feel it in my mouth, the beautiful full cock, alive, rock hard, and throbbing. He soaks in my mouth for a moment. My lips caress the skin of the shaft. I hear him above me, murmurs of pleasure. I inhale the scent of him, the taste of his skin. The room goes silent save for the now familiar deafening roar of cock and mouth. And again I am moved by the infinite grandeur of the act; on my knees, sucking the manhood out of a beautiful full cock.

He begins thrusting his hips, slowly at first, very short thrusts, my lips pressing on the middle of the shaft. The only contract between us is my mouth on his cock, my lips pressed on the skin of the shaft. Kneeling there in the semi darkness with the cock sliding between my lips, I have the sense of consuming his cock, as though my lips slowly absorb the shaft. I have the profound sense of love for the cock in my mouth, worshipping the hardness of it as it slides in and out through my lips. I caress the bottom of the shaft with my tongue. And as I do this, I taste the essence of the cock. I know it is just a pearl of his juice leaking from the end. And yet the flavor of the essence invades my senses. It is all the same, combined, the taste of the cock, the texture of the skin of the cock, the smell of the cock, the essence of cock. The cock is fucking my mouth, sliding in an out of my mouth. I press my lips on the shaft as though to pay homage to the magnificence of the cock, to worship the cock. 

Time seems to stand still. The now familiar sensation. Utter silence in the room. My heart beating and the sounds of breathing seem to boom in the silence of the room. I lick and caress the shaft with my tongue, explore the surface of the shaft with my tongue, absorb all of the small details of the shaft with my tongue. He begins thrusting faster and I hear his sounds of pleasure as though from some great distance. The immediate is the cock fucking into and out of my mouth. Short, rapid fuck strokes invade my mouth. The cock stops thrusting between my lips, lays there for a moment, quivering in the grip of my lips. And then resumes fucking my mouth, again short rapid thrusts into my mouth. My lips press hard on the shaft, my tongue now relentlessly licking the underside of the head is it slides in and out. Again the thrusting comes to a halt. In a frenzy, I furiously lick and suck on the head. I moan in rapturous pleasure as I suck on the head of the cock. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 06



I hear him moan loudly. He begins thrusting again, faster now, short fast thrusts of his cock into my mouth I press my lips firmly on the shaft. His hips are a blur in the dim light, thrusting in and out. He is mad with ecstasy, the driving need to cum, to spurt his cum out of his cock, fuck his cock into my mouth and empty his balls. He drives in rapidly for a moment and stops, resumes again for a moment and then stops, and again resumes and stops. Each time he stops, I lick furiously on the bottom of the shaft. Each time I feel it go rigid with obvious pleasure. I hear him moaning and groaning above me, mad with the need to cum. I feel him trembling. I reach up my hands to his hips. He continues to thrust rapidly for a moment and then stop. I slide my hands behind him, over his hips; press my hands on his ass cheeks. And I pull him toward me. A gasp of rapturous ecstasy from him as his cock invades my throat, still very short rapid thrusts. The cock sinks into my throat. I feel him shaking, moaning above me, the cock throbbing and alive. And I feel him throb strongly in my throat, as though the very life of him were struggling to escape into my throat. And then I feel his cum running down my throat. A loud groan, more of relief than pleasure escapes from him, a long profound exhalation of loss as his balls empty into my throat. 

We remain locked together for a long time, his cock in my mouth. The cock never loses its rigidity. Just lays there on my tongue with my lips pressed on the shaft. His breathing and mine, both erratic and labored during his climax, slowly calm. My mouth is filled with the essence of the cock, the faint flavor of his semen, the taste of his skin, the profound sense of my mouth being filled by this organ. Eventually he withdraws from my mouth, a huge groan escaping from him, of pleasure, relief, loss, or something else, I do not know. He leans back against the opposite wall, his cock remaining erect out in front of him, gleaming in the dim light, a majestic sight. He wraps a thumb and forefinger around the shaft just below the head and begins pumping on it, fast at first, and then in a moment pumping furiously. I watch in fascination. He pumps on his cock as though his erection is a demon that he is trying to pull off of his body. In a moment, a small strangled cry from him and he arches his hips out, stops pumping on his cock, squeezes the shaft, and climaxes again, just a small couple of drops now, a dry climax. 

He holds his cock in this death grip for a long time, his eyes closed, his shuddering slowly subsiding. I can only wonder at the torture he is clearly living though. The nature of a man is the constant self-doubt about getting and keeping it up. Here before me is this poor guy who cannot get it to go down. 

I reach out and squeeze his shoulder in sympathy, and I leave the room. I return home, reveling in the pleasure of cock sucking. My wife greets me fondly. We make love. I have no difficulty getting it up, enjoying rapturous pleasure on and in her. And my cock deflates on schedule.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 07



It is all in slow motion. I see his bare chest above me. My gaze travels downward; the smooth hairless belly, his fantastically engorged cock jutting out. He has a condom on but it is translucent. And I can see the lovely olive skin of his hard shaft. A gorgeous rolling pin shaped cock. He thrusts his hips and I feel his cock drive into me. I hear myself cry out in pleasure as the cock drives into me, fills me, and invades my being. I feel his pelvis slam against my ass cheeks, feel his balls bounce on my ass. I look up and cannot see his face. It is all gray as is the room around me. I think it must be night and very dark in the room. And yet I can see things. I look down and he is on top of me, fucking me. And oddly, I can see through him, see my cock between our bellies. See his hands on the bed on either side of my shoulders, his arms behind my knees, leveraging my hips off the bed and my feet in the air. 

I watch as he withdraws his huge cock from my rectum, leaving only the head of his shaft inside me. I feel my hole clenching on the head of his cock, encouraging his return, pleading for the organ to drive back in. And I see the rock hard shaft poised for another plunge into me. Still in slow motion, I see his feet braced in the bed, supplying the leverage for his majestically strong thighs. I see the muscles in his back ripple as he begins another lunge of his cock into me. My mouth opens. A scream of ecstasy escapes from my mouth as the cock drives into my rectum. I see my hole engulfing his organ, clinging to his hard shaft, caressing the skin of his shaft as he slams in. I hear him grunt as his cock reaches bottom inside of me, fully possessing me, claiming his ownership of the fuck hole under him. I feel him pressing on me, using the weight of his body to drive me into the bed under him, his hips rocking, pressing, trying to drive further in, trying to drive his entire body into my rectum. 

I feel him lay on my chest, his hands slide under my shoulders, grasping me to him, providing leverage for him. He crushes against me, my legs spread and clinging to his hips, my arms wrapped around his strong shoulders. He begins fucking me. I feel him thrusting brutally into me, slamming his hips down and driving his engorged organ into me. I feel it sliding in and out. I see my arms wrapped around his shoulders, hanging onto him as he rides me. I see his bare ass cheeks driving up and down as he fucks me. Each time he drives into me, his belly slides over my cock. I see my full cock lying there between our bellies, his belly surreally grasping and pumping my cock. I hear myself crying out in rapturous ecstasy. Over his shoulders, I see a dam. But the wall of the dam is translucent. Through the wall of the dam I can see bubbling, boiling liquid, the surface splashing and washing against the dam. But I see that the liquid is not water but semen, huge broiling waves of semen. I feel his cock slamming into me, his body riding me, his belly fantastically pumping on my impossibly engorged cock. And then I see the wall coming toward me. But I see the wall dissolving and I see only the waves and waves of semen about to engulf me. I am crying out in rapturous ecstasy.

And I bolt awake with a lurch and a cry. I am disoriented in the dark room, breathing heavily, almost gasping for breath. I have a pillow pressed against my belly. I realize with a start that I am more than aroused, that I was on the verge of a climax that did not happen. I hear a voice asking me if there is anything wrong and what happened. It is the voice of my wife lying next to me in the darkened room. I reply that I have had a dream that woke me up. She inquires what kind of dream. I respond an erotic dream. She asks if she was in it. I respond chivalrously that of course she was but that I awoke before the final act. I feel her reach across and find my erection. She reaches further for my hip, grasps it, and pulls me on my side toward her. I feel her bare ass in front of me and I feel her lift her leg and her guiding fingers helpfully on the head of my cock. I grasp her hip and slide into her, finding her wet and accommodating. She rocks her hips, thrusting on my cock, pressing her bare ass back into my belly. I hold her hip and begin thrusting. And such is the power of the human imagination that my dream state partially returns in the form of the fantastic wall of semen which washes over and through me. I fall asleep soaking in her in the aftermath of her own hip shuddering climax. 

I find myself tortured over the next weeks with the recollection of that dream, so vivid that it seemed more than real. And of course I cannot escape the reality of the basis of the dream, reliving in my dream the night in Chapter five, with the companion that in my memory I now refer to as Barguy, representing not his name but his occupation. I reflect over and over the meaning of the dream where I could not see his face. The events of the night with him and that fantastic dream become merged and confused, so that I cannot recall the details of the night without the blurring embellishments of the dream. I feel my resolve not to seek him out begin to weaken. And at the same time I reflect on the meaning of the dream. I could not see his face. I was reliving the experience of the act, not the night with the person. I reassure myself in the common sense light of day that as I look around, I am not hungering for the attractive men that I see, at least not more than the occasional wistful longing for a cock to suck. I resolve again that I am not going to go to the bar employing Barguy. 

And so I find myself at the movie theater on another Saturday night, circumstances at home having provided me with a recreational opportunity. The movie theater is a fairly large place with old curtains and nooks and crannies at the back, behind the seats, and at the sides. I have noted these during previous visits to the movie theater in that one sees men lounging about in these areas, obviously for reasons more involved than stretching their legs. Stretching other parts of the anatomy is more likely. In any case, I enter the theater and as usual, fumble around in the dark until I find a place to sit. Eventually my eyes adjust and I spend time looking around. I intend to scout around in the nooks and crannies later. But for the moment, there is a moderately interesting film playing and I decide to warm up a bit. I expose my cock and begin caressing it. In my mental state, I am feeling a bit reckless and so I take little pains to hide or disguise my activity. In consequence, I observe that my exposed erection and my obvious stroking it are the object of observation of several of the patrons sitting in proximity.

More than observation as it turns out as twice, I am joined by another patron, helping himself to the seat next to me. And attempting to help himself to a grope as eventually an offer is made. But I have scouted them out as they settled in and I reject their advances. I did not come here to get a handjob, or anything else other than in my own time and choosing. The would-be supplicants to my cock both depart after some determined rejection on my part, and I am left to stroke my cock to an enjoyable state of erection, taking care to not let it go too far to the edge. I am again impressed with the skill and stamina of the girls who do the double penetration scenes. I reflect that it would be a wonderfully entertaining and educational experience to actually be present and watch one of these extended scenes filmed. At least I hope it would be as the fantasy of these scenes I find almost irresistibly arousing. 

I put myself back in order and depart from my seat to begin some exploring. I note that there are men sitting in the very last row and men standing behind them. I pretend to slowly walk to the men's room which is outside of the theater, but in reality I surreptitiously slip into the recesses of the back of the theater. I have a good look and see that the guys sitting in the last row are playing with the cocks of the men standing behind the last row. I see four or five such engagements going on. Two of the men actually have their cocks out and after watching for a bit, I see that one of the seated men is providing the occasional oral supplement to his manual work. I have seen these couplings going on before but until now took little notice. It occurs to me, not for the first time, that this is amazingly daring, to say nothing of highly arousing watching a cock getting sucked, however surreptitiously. 

But I discover that I am not alone. There are two men nearby, partially obscured in the curtains, who are voluptuously necking. And a good deal more as they are also enthusiastically groping each other. I retreat to the back wall, furthered obscured by curtains, and watch from the shadows. I can only assume that if any of these couplings going on around the theater had a place other than in the open here in the theater, they would have long since retreated to that privacy. But since they are here, I assume that most are married men without a place to go and that they are here for some casual recreation, enhanced by the exotic thrill of public display and, however remote, the erotic thrill of potential discovery. The two that I am watching grow increasingly animated and I can see that a cock is exposed and is being enthusiastically pumped by a hand. The necking and voluptuous groping continue with the sound track of the movie providing both entertaining stimulation as well as disguise for any sounds the lovers may produce on their own. 

And then I become aware that I am not alone in my voyeuristic interest. I had not seen them, but I am startled when I hear from a nearby voice that he would very much like to join in and take hold of the exposed cock. I look over and see that also standing in the shadows of the curtain are two other men standing side by side. Both are watching the lovers show. I speak up with an assent of agreement. The two look over to me and I conclude that they had not been aware that I was there. Such is the commonly shared interest in men of anonymous sex that we find it intriguing and arousing to watch as well as take part. The two join me in the shadows and the three of us continue to watch. One of the grappling lovers has his back to the wall and his hard cock is exposed. His partner is enthusiastically caressing and pumping on that lovely organ. Meanwhile the fellow out front has his slacks partially down and his lover is enthusiastically squeezing and caressing his ass cheeks. They are either unaware, or do not care that we are watching. Or perhaps more likely, our presence is precisely why they are here, adding to the exotic thrill of the experience.

I look down and observe that one of my companions has his cock out and is casually caressing it while watching. Companion two and I are surreptitiously caressing our cocks through our slacks. But having seen companion one with his cock out, I expose mine, giving it a pleasurable squeeze as I continue watching. The two lovers in front of us change position, the fellow with his ass exposed presses his face against the wall with his hips pushed out, the other behind him enthusiastically caressing his ass and reaching around his hip to pump on his very full cock. While I can hardly believe it, it soon becomes clear that these two are going to fuck. And so it is that the one behind squats down behind the other and begins lapping the rectum of his lover while continuing to pump on both his lover's and his own cock.

I feel companion one reach over and slide his hand over my cock. I remove my hand and slide it over his organ. Both of us tease and caress as we watch. Companion two has his cock out and is playing with it with one hand while with the other, he joins me in caressing companion one. This is heavenly as the three of us toy and tease cocks as we watch the show in front of us. The kneeling lover stands and as he does so, his slacks drop to his knees. He takes his cock in his hand and with some directional guidance from the fingers of his lover, presses his engorged cock head against the asshole in front of him. I watch in fascination as he slides in. The fellow in front has his feet parted and is bent over, leaning against the wall. The fellow behind grasps the offered hips and rests for a moment, buried balls deep in the rectum in front of him. My companions and I caress and pump more vigorously as we collectively watch. The two lovers in front of us begin fucking with enthusiasm, the fellow behind holding the hips of his lover and thrusting his own hips in rapid lunges. The fellow in front is bent over bracing himself with one arm against the wall. He is enthusiastically pumping on his cock with his free hand. 

I look down at the three hard cocks of myself and my companions. I move in front of my companions and grasp each of their cocks in one of my hands. I caress and fondle, occasionally looking over my shoulder to join in the thrill of seeing the two lovers fuck in front of us. I return to my companions, look at each of them, and sink to my knees. The two cocks are in front of me, both gloriously hard, both beckoning to me. I lean forward and take companion one in my mouth. I slide my lips down the length of his rock hard shaft. I squeeze his shaft in my mouth, reveling in the taste of his cock and the erotic thrill of sucking on a cock in front of others. I slide my lips up and down the shaft, licking and teasing the shaft with my tongue while at the same time stroking the cock of companion two with my hand. Sucking and pumping on two cocks, I moan in pleasure. I switch cocks, engulfing the cock of companion two with one quick plunge on his shaft. I wrap my fingers around the wet shaft of companion one and pump up and down on it. I suck vigorously on the cock in my mouth, my lips pressing on the hard shaft, my head bobbing rapidly on his cock. I switch cocks again, sucking vigorously on the head before plunging the full length of his shaft, feeling the head of his cock pressing in the back of my throat. I go rapidly from cock to cock, sucking vigorously on one for a moment and then switching to the other cock. 

I feel a hand on my head and it turns out to be one of my companions who urges me to look around at the two lovers behind me. I quickly do so and find that the fellow behind is in the final throes of a climax in his lovers rectum. His hips are shaking violently while he is slowly pumping in and out, clearly ejaculating in blissful ecstasy into the engulfing rectum. At the same time, his bent over lover is pumping furiously on his own cock and as I watch, freezes his hand on his cock and his semen spurts out of his organ onto the floor at his feet. 

I return to my two cocks, devouring first companion one with a single lunge of my mouth on his cock. And then companion two, taking his cock into my throat and pressing my face against his belly. I am wildly aroused, sucking furiously on one cock and then immediately switching to the other. I pull the two closer together, using their cocks as handles, until they are hip to hip and the two cocks are touching together. I have a hand on each shaft and I take the heads of both cocks into my mouth at the same time, vigorously pumping on both shafts with my hands. I suck on the head of one and then the other and then both at the same time. I pump furiously on both shafts while rubbing both cock heads against my face. I engulf a cock head and while sucking furiously on it, pump vigorously on the shaft. I switch cocks and suck passionately on the lovely hard shaft. I engulf the heads of both of the cocks again and ram my mouth down as far as I can on both shafts. I fill my mouth with one shaft and then the other, switching back and forth again and again. I cannot recall a time in my life when I have been more wildly aroused.

I am drawn up and the three of us engage in extended groping and cock pumping. Companion one soon has his slacks down around his ankles and companion two kneels down to eagerly suck on his cock, voluptuously squeezing and fondling his ass at the same time. Companion one leans over and takes my cock in his mouth. I grab his head in my hands and vigorously fuck my cock into his mouth. And he is certainly taking a very active interest in my cock, such is the vigor of his sucking. I hold his head firmly and drive my cock into his throat. I feel his face on my belly. I arch my back, and thrust my hips forward. With a death grip on his head I press my cock into his throat. Holding his head in my hands I fuck my cock into his throat. I am in ecstasy. I consider climaxing in his mouth and it would certainly not take much given the state of my arousal. But I do not want this to end yet so I pull my cock out of his mouth. I kneel again and share with companion two the oral worship of companion one's cock. We both lick the head and shaft of his cock and we take turns vigorously sucking on it.

Eventually companion two leaves me to enjoy companion one's cock as he slides behind companion one, gripping and spreading his ass cheeks. Companion one is now sandwiched between the two of his, both of us on our knees. I am voluptuously enjoying his cock in my mouth. He has a gloriously beautiful specimen, full with above average girth with a delicious slightly cinnamon taste to his skin. I hear him groaning in pleasure above as in addition to my work, companion two is licking and rimming his asshole. I am pressing my lips on his beautiful shaft, teasing now to not let him come off too quickly. I apply feathery caresses to the shaft as I hold his hips in my hands. I share his hips with companion two, the two of us aware of the other by the occasional touch of fingers. I pull on his hips as I force the head of his cock into my throat, pressing my face into his belly. I feel him majestically stiffen and immediately withdraw off of his cock, watching it bob and throb in the air in front of me. I lean forward and rub my face on the wet shaft, reveling in the feel of the skin of his cock on my face. I use my face to press his cock against his belly, rubbing back and forth across both my cheeks.

I lean down and take companion two's cock in my mouth, sucking vigorously for a few minutes. The effect of my mouth on companion two's cock is immediate. He stiffens and I think for a moment he is going to spurt out his cum. But instead he stands, removing my mouth from his cock. He stands behind companion one, his cock rigidly hard, with a slight upward curve to his erection. He moves behind companion one with his cock in hand and I realize that he intends to fuck. I am watching with fascination as the head of his cock is pressed against the asshole of companion one. The shaft is gleaming from the wetness from my mouth. He grips companion one's hips and presses in. I see his cock slide into companion one's rectum. Companion one gasps and the two of them are still for a moment, locked together, each coming to terms with the cock of one inserted into the rectum of the other. I look up and see the faces of both, their eyes closed, both in rapture.

I take companion one's cock in my mouth and begin caressing the rock hard shaft with my lips. I slide up and down on the shaft and feel his hands appreciatively on my head. At the same time, companion two begins thrusting, holding companion one's hips firmly in his hands. The fucking begins slowly, the cock withdrawn to the head followed by a slow plunge back into the clenching hole. I reach up between their legs and capture the two pairs of swinging balls in my hand. I am mad with arousal. I begin sucking vigorously on the cock in my mouth, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft. I have both my hands on their balls, caressing and rolling them together, both sets of balls, pressing them together. I engulf the cock to the base pressing the head into my throat. I feel him throbbing in my mouth. His hands are on my head. He is rhythmically rocking forward into my mouth as he is being vigorously fucked in the ass by companion two.




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 07



I roll and tease their balls in my hand, gently clenching and unclenching both sets of balls together. I reach a bit further to feel the cock of companion two sliding in and out of the rectum in front of him. I tease the shaft and the rectal hole with my fingertips as the cock slides in and out. I moan loudly and begin vigorously bobbing my mouth on companion one's cock. I continue teasing the rectal hole and the pumping cock with my fingers as the two fuck. I press my lips on the shaft and slide up and down on it; sucking, sucking furiously. I feel him stiffen and suck harder still. I squeeze his balls and feel a voluptuous stiffening of his cock in my mouth. He throbs, throbs again, and I squeeze and milk both their balls in my hand. I feel companion one's cock spasm in my mouth and then he spews out his cum, flooding my mouth. I clamp my lips on the shaft as the cock fills my mouth with his semen. I can only assume that his climax included some impressive clenching as companion two shortly goes rigid and stops thrusting. I gently squeeze his balls in my hands and feel him shaking as he empties his balls in the eager rectum engulfing his cock. I kneel there with the cock in my mouth, feeling it occasionally throb, and my mouth full of his semen. Companion two holds the hips in front of him, pressing his belly against the ass in front of him, the cock pressed into the rectum in front of him. I continue to gently squeeze both sets of balls. We remain locked together; mouth, cock, and rectum. 

As I kneel with a slowly deflating cock in my mouth, I reflect again that anonymous male sex is intoxicating. With his cock still in my mouth, I swallow his cum. After a bit, he slowly pushes my head away and I release his cock from my mouth. I stand and it is over. The two of them, with some labor after their strenuous exertions, pull up their britches. And we all head our separate ways. The very definition and glory of anonymous male sex.

I am a bit dizzy from the prolonged arousal and exertions and I stagger back to a seat in the theater. I look up at the screen and a beautiful girl is kneeling between a group of men. In turn, each huge beautiful organ is displayed in full resplendent glory. The cock is pumped for a few moments, followed by a close-up of the organ as it sprays its semen out. The semen is thick and covers her entire face in a mask. At the last magnificent slow motion spray of cum, I spray my own.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 08



A gloomy Saturday with low dark clouds and occasional rain showers preclude a bicycle training ride with friends. This provides my wife the opportunity to suggest that we spend the day together on errands and shopping. And so it is that I find myself mid-way through both the day and the list of stops. The next stop is a fabric and crafts store where my wife wants to browse and select materials for several projects. My wife suggests that I do not need to go in with her if I have an alternative errand. We agree that I will drop her off and that we will meet in an hour. 

It happens that the fabrics and crafts store is a few blocks from the video shop. It has been some weeks since I had an opportunity for any recreation and the prospect of a cock suck is overwhelming. I immediately navigate to the video shop, park the car, and dash inside. I am on a limited time frame and so this may be an entirely wasted adventure, but I quickly walk into the video booth section and begin cruising the grazing ground. There are a few men in the video area, as usual pretending to closely examine the video titles. A few of the booths are in use. I walk through the hallway looking for prospects. I receive several longing invitations from men but I conclude that they are on the same mission as I and that these invitations represent not interest but competition. 

For my mission here is not just to suck a cock. My goal is that elemental to the male; to take the life essence of another, to take his masculinity, to take his knowledge and wisdom, to take his power and strength and virility, and make all of these things my own. My goal is to leave the video shop more of a man than when I entered. The ancients teach us how to accomplish these goals by engaging in that most noble and intimate act; suck a cock and swallow the seed. Drink at the fountain of life and thus absorb all that is the essence of the one who pours out his seed. Drink of him and his essence will become yours. So I seek the young and strong and virile; to suckle his cock, to engulf his shaft, to swallow his seed, to take the essence of him, and make these things my own. 

I see my quarry, a blond fellow leaning against the wall. He is attractive, roughly my size, perhaps a few years older than myself. I take the door of a video booth across from him, pause against the doorframe, a clear invitation. A moment passes and he walks toward my door, pauses at the entrance, and enters. I close the door behind us. The usual few moments of awkwardness behind us and he displays his organ; a magnificent specimen, bone white, average length, and a lovely full girth. He is full but not quite hard. I am mesmerized yet again and my heart races at the sight before me and the anticipated delights to come. I kneel in front of him, my subjugation on display, our roles in the ballet defined. He is male power and I seek his essence. With my fingers on his belt, I urge him to drop his slacks which he does. And there it is before me, his beautiful organ and lovely full balls hanging down between his legs. His cock not yet quite hard but it is throbbing gently in anticipation of the pleasure to come. The balls full of the essence of his life. A small bit of manly dew just at the tip of his cock offering the promise of more to come. I look longingly at the shaft, small ripples apparent, a lovely snow white color, perfectly straight and round, throbbing gently. The cock beckons to me.

I lean forward, place my hands on the wall on either side of his hips, and caress the cock with my face. I emit a soft moan of ecstasy as I feel the strength of his masculinity through the skin of his cock. I rub my face on his cock, press the shaft against his belly and legs with my face. I moan again in gratitude for the gift before me. I feel the strength of him swell as his cock hardens against my face. I caress my cheeks against the shaft, now jutting out firmly, the power of him apparent and fully on display. I rub first one cheek and then the other against the now rock hard shaft, one cheek and then the other, again and again. I lean back and look at him. That awe inspiring hard cock bobbing in front of my face, beckoning to me, calling to me, demanding of me. I moan while I look upon the very definition of a man, the manifestation of male power and strength on display before me. The rigid cock jutting out, the full receptacles hanging below, proclaiming to all; I am strength and power. My essence contains the very soul of life. Come ye all and drink from me and live.

I open my mouth and lean forward. I see the head of his cock as though in a slow motion dream. I feel the faint heat of his shaft as my mouth engulfs his cock, my lips pressing on the base of the shaft. I feel the most profound satisfaction as I kneel there, supplicating in front of him, my mouth full of his cock. I feel him stiffen with the first overwhelming sensation of pleasure from the softness and warmth of my mouth on his cock. I wait, wait for him to relax, wait for the exhalation of his breath, wait for him to accept my most profound offering, wait for him to allow me to suck the very life essence of him out of his cock. I both hear and feel him relax, the threshold of danger surpassed, his cock alive in my mouth, his full balls hanging below waiting to burst forth their essence, the stage set, the roles defined, the players in place, the drama begins. 

My lips on the shaft of his cock, soft and warm. The taste of his skin radiates through me. The texture of the skin of his cock enervating. I draw my lips up the length of his cock shaft, a soft feathery caress of my lips on the skin, memorizing each ripple of this magnificent organ in my mouth. I pause just below the head of his cock, press my lips on the shaft, slide my lips slowly up and down just there, below the head. I feel his pleasure as a soft moan escapes from him. I slide my lips back down the shaft; caress the base of the shaft firmly with my lips, sucking on the skin. I feel the head of his cock probing the entrance to my throat, his hips arch, a small begging thrust. I draw my lips up the shaft, up and all the way off of the shaft, my lips pressing with passion on the head of his cock, my tongue a caressing farewell as I withdraw off of him. I look, the cock wet and glistening from my mouth, throbbing in front of me, urging me to return. I slide my lips back over the head of his cock, gently squeezing the head of his cock in my mouth, gently sucking on it, pulsing my mouth on the head of his cock. I feel him stiffen with pleasure, his hips thrust and I let him drive the shaft into my mouth, fill my mouth, I hear him gasping with pleasure. I hold him there with my lips pressing on the base of his shaft, his hips slowly thrusting, fucking his cock into my mouth. 

And here we have it, the artist cock supplicant plying his skills. It would be easy enough to rapidly suck on the head of his cock to bring him off. But what would be the point? My interest is the enjoyment of his organ at my leisure. I want to elevate and carry his pleasure along with me on a prolonged ride, a slow scaling of the mountain, a rapturous ascent to the land of spurting cum from which empty balls are the only escape. And his interest is a pleasurable blowjob. That is why he is here. He could wank off at home if all he wanted was to empty his balls. But he came here with his fantasy of receiving the most exquisitely pleasure blowjob performed on his cock. And so I raise his pleasure to just the edge of soaring orgiastic ecstasy, hold him there for a moment or two, perhaps longer, the edge of his complete bliss in sight, and then lower him back into a valley of control and rapturous longing. And the artist in me performs this feat again and again, thinks of the strategies, constantly takes in the reactions of my companion, adjusts and alters the technique, to raise and lower his pleasure, to manage and control his path to our shared goal of his rapturous climax in my mouth. 

I press my lips on the shaft, firmly, the texture and taste of his skin exhilarating. I slide my lips up and down on the shaft, varying the speed from slow when at the pleasure point near the head of his cock, to rapid and very rapid sucking when near the less sensitive base of the organ. I occasionally lap the underside of the shaft with my tongue, again varying the speed and pressure. I hear his breathing. The room goes silent save for the sound of his breathing and the ministrations of my mouth on his cock. Sucking on his cock. On my knees in front of him and sucking on his cock. I place my hands on his hips, the skin warm and firm. I feel his pleasure as my mouth slides up and down on his shaft, sucking on his shaft. His legs tremble with the approaching climax. I pause and let him soak his cock in my mouth, the taste of him filling my senses. He arches his hips, thrusts slowly, his cock slowly fucking in and out of my mouth. He uses my mouth to caress his cock, adjusting the location of his shaft in my mouth, the speed and depths of his thrusts, to provide the maximum pleasure that is just short of reaching climax. We have established a common trust, unspoken, but well understood by us both. He will climax in my mouth, eventually. But there is no rush for either of us to that end. We can both fully enjoy each rapturous moment along the path. And so it is that we continue like this for a long time, I varying the pressure of my lips on his shaft and occasionally licking and caressing with my tongue. And he thrusting his hips forward, fucking his cock into my mouth, varying the speed and depth of his thrusts. Two artists, working together to the same goal, for him a slow ascent to soaring rapturous ecstasy where I am rewarded with the flood of his semen in my mouth. 

His cock is warm and alive in my mouth. I press my lips and slide them up and down on the shaft. I feel his body shaking in front of me. I know the end is near. I reach between his balls with one of my hands, cup and gently lift his balls. I gently roll them in my hand, milking the cum in his balls. I hear him inhale sharply at this new sensation, the pleasure sweeping through him. He shakes and trembles in front of me, his hips arched but not thrusting in a remarkable display of self-control and restraint. I continue the firm but very slow sliding of my lips up and down the shaft, just below the head. I can well imagine that it must take all of his concentration to lean back and enjoy this, all his restraint to not take my head in his hands and fuck his cock into my mouth until he cums. I gently lift his balls with my hand. His shaking increases, his climax imminent. I arch my neck, jamming the top of his cock against the roof of my mouth. I very rapidly lap the underside of his cock with my tongue, fluttering my tongue on it. The effect is immediate as he stiffens dramatically and I hear a great inhalation. I feel his cock swell and go rock hard. I continue to flutter my tongue. And I feel him throb and burst his semen into my mouth. He groans loudly as he spews his cum out of his cock. I cradle his throbbing organ on my tongue and press my lips firmly on the shaft, letting him pump his semen into my mouth. I continue to gently lift and squeeze his balls in my hand. His body is rocked with spasms as he spews out his cum into my mouth.

I slide my lips down to the base of his shaft, squeeze firmly with my lips on the shaft, and draw halfway up the shaft. I feel more semen flow out of the end of his organ. I repeat this, and again, and again. His shaking slowly subsides and he leans back against the wall, my mouth holding his cock. He loses the rigidity in his organ. We remain joined in our long repose, his climax coming to final resolution, his cock in my mouth bathing in his semen. I wait for him to signal, looking up at him with his cock in my mouth. Eventually he opens his eyes, looks down, and with the most delicate pressure, very gently pushes my forehead in an acknowledgement that our ballet has come to an end. I carefully withdraw my mouth from his cock so that I do not make a mess with my mouthful of his cum. His cock is in front of me, deflated now. Still magnificently lovely with the wetness of my mouth and his semen. But the strength of him is gone from that great organ. I have it in my mouth. I look up at him and while we have eye contact, I swallow his cum, a slight acknowledging nod from him that the act is now complete. I have consumed his essence. His power and strength are now mine.

I rise and we face each other. He makes a tentative reach for me in what is clearly intended as an offer of reciprocation. I politely but firmly decline. And in a remarkable testament to the form and function of anonymous male sex, we utter our very first words to each other. I respond with thanks, both for the act just completed and his offer and I respond that I am pressed for time and have to go. And he acknowledges with thanks and compliments my skill. And we both depart from the world of anonymous male sex, each of us returning to our separate lives. 

In my case it is back to the car and then back to the parking lot of the crafts and fabrics store. I have to wait only another half hour before my wife arrives, bundled both with packages and joy in my waiting for her. We deposit the detritus of shopping in the trunk. I ask her to repose to the back seat, where after some give and take concerning not waiting for home, I join her. I remove her jeans and after making my intent clear, I receive a gasp of 'so that is what you want'. And she is there in front of me, that great mound upon which all men worship, exquisitely beautiful in form, elegant in design and function, the versatility of which I am now going to enjoy. And of course, so is she, the other cars surrounding us in the parking lot serving as mere impotent spectators. And I have her in my mouth, the stimulus of potential exposure no doubt adding to her quick and hip surging explosion in my face. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 09



Chapter 9. 

In which our hero discovers new grazing ground. 

We fast forward in our diary to reveal to our readers that our city fathers in Col**** have seen fit to order the closure of both the movie theater and the video shop under the guise of protecting the citizenry from a public nuisance. A public nuisance in the eyes of these esteemed gentlemen, being anything of which they either disapprove, or can be persuaded to disapprove through the facilitation of political pressure. We love the conservative right wing. 

And so it is that we find ourselves several months later in Cin***, a city some modest drive away, whose city fathers are to date unenlightened to the dangers of the civil liberties of a free people. I enter the movie theater and find that one is presented with a choice. There is the doorway leading to the video booth area, and the entrance fee into the full movie theater of scheduled porn films. It looks like nirvana to the cock sucking/porn film lover, both of which I am an ardent fan. As it has been some time since I have had the pleasure of an afternoon of cock sucking or cock playing, I am in a dilemma as to which doorway to choose first. I finally elect to visit the video booth area first. Perhaps I can enjoy a cock or two first and then spend some pleasurable hours watching porn films and quality time with my cock.

I find the video booths are of the same style as described in previous chapters, doors with no gloryholes. I wander the hall for a few minutes, finding a couple of the booths in use. There is a very attractive fellow engaged in the usual anonymous male practice of pretending to closely examine the porn film playlist. I walk by him with a small discreet brush and enter a room, leaving the door open. As I expect, he immediately joins me. My companion is my size and perhaps a few years older. He is attractive with an athletic build, much more robust than my skeletal bicycle racer physique. He quickly displays a lovely specimen of slightly above average length and well above average girth. His cock is of my favorite rolling pin shape, perfectly round and straight with a blunt head. I gaze longingly at the lovely organ and immediately sink to my knees. It has been some time since I have enjoyed a cock and this one is spectacularly delicious.

I waste no time in engulfing his organ in my mouth, reveling in the taste of him and the fullness of his cock in my mouth. Such is my state of arousal that I have not bothered for the moment in having him drop his slacks. I begin enthusiastically sucking on his splendid organ, sliding my lips up and down on his glorious shaft. And then I hear a knock on the door. In a moment the door is opened by my companion, and another fellow quickly joins us. I am still on my knees with companion one's cock in my mouth. As I withdraw from his cock, I am presented with the exposed and erect cock of companion two. The two are clearly acquainted and have planned this as a strategy. The second cock is fully erect, of average size and girth with a pronounced right and up bend to the shaft. I waste no time in taking his offered cock in my mouth. He is rigidly hard. As I suck on the offered cock, I reflect on the infinite variety of the male organ. The first, I will refer to as A, is large and full but not rigidly hard. The second cock, B, is smaller but rock hard. They both taste delicious. A and B spend the next minutes guiding my mouth from one cock to the other. Both are clearly aroused but seem in full control so I am free to suckle at will without fear of a premature ejaculation. I am in heaven, mouthing first one, and then the other, A and B watching as each cock in turn is serviced by my mouth.

And then I am drawn to my feet and A suggests that we could go to his place and asks if I would be interested. I ask if that means all three of us to which B answers in the affirmative. I agree and the three of us depart. I follow them and we soon arrive at an upscale condo complex where the three of us enter a home that has all the appearance of the dwelling of a married couple. A trip to the bathroom reveals further confirmation that this is the home of a man and a woman, I assume including one of my companions. I ask if the three of us will be alone here and A answers that we will. We waste little time in resuming our male sex interests, all three of us entering a bedroom with a large bed and discarding our clothes. My companions, A and B, are both attractive men of 30ish age with splendid athletic builds. Both are aroused and the sight of these beautiful bodies with splendid full cocks jutting out is enough to have me aroused as well. The room is attractively configured with a closet the full length of one wall whose doors are mirrors. Thus the entire room and specifically the bed are captured in the mirror. 

My companions could have received blowjobs from me in the video booth. Since we are here, I assume that something more involved is on the agenda. We are not long in explorations as after some preliminary mutual kissing and hugging, we quickly turn to the bed where I have the opportunity to return to sucking on both of the splendid cocks. Again my companions take turns, A watching me cock suck B and then B watching me cock suck A. We do many positions, one of them lying on his back, me on my back with them kneeling on either side of my head, and then kneeling over me fucking a cock into my mouth. Finally I have them kneeling on the bed next to each other and I have both their cocks, mouthing both heads in my mouth at the same time, and alternating rapidly switching between the two cocks. We change so often that there is little chance of a premature conclusion, and in any case we each of us seem to be of the same mind, to lick and tease but for the purpose of arousal and pleasure, not to bring to a conclusion. To that end there is much ball licking, cock teasing, and finger caressing, but not a great deal of serious sucking. But I note that And B do not touch each other's cocks and I speculate about their relationship as I enjoy both of them.

Eventually I find myself on my belly lying between A's legs, having a wonderful time with his marvelous cock. B is behind me having an apparently wonderful time caressing, licking, and fondling my ass cheeks. My legs are parted and my erect cock receives the occasional caress and lick. I soon become aware of B's more ardent interest in my ass as he spreads my cheeks and begins licking in the crack of my ass. Of course this is exquisitely pleasurable and I am enjoying this fully while all the time I have A's wonderful cock in front of me to enjoy. I alternate caressing the gorgeous shaft with my face, holding it up in place with my fingers as I rub my face on the shaft. I rub the cock all over my face, exulting in the marvelous warm texture of the skin of his cock on my face. Occasionally I lick the bottom of the shaft, tease the sweet spot under the head, and take the head of his cock in my mouth for a brief suck. A provides the occasional caress of my head to reassure me that he is greatly enjoying all of this.

All the while B is between my legs with clearly increasing enjoyment of licking my rectum. His enthusiasm for my rectum grows as I feel his tongue probing. I arch my hips a bit to both assist his access and to signal my enjoyment. And it really is enjoyable. His tongue caresses over my hole, licking up and down, probing the entrance, and sucking. The sucking on my rectum hole is enthralling and each time he does this I am filled with the most exquisite pleasure. I almost unconsciously arch my hips back into his face. Eventually I am partially raised up on my knees thrusting my hips back into his face which he is pressing firmly against my rectum, licking, probing, and stabbing with his tongue, and that wonderful sucking on the rectum hole. With my belly lifted off of the bed, my cock is fully exposed, jutting out from my belly. I feel him wrap his hand around my shaft and the pleasure from this and his tongue pressing into my rectum send explosions of pleasure through my brain. I note that he is being very careful with his hand on my rigid cock. He applies the most delicate stroking caress, a small squeeze of the shaft, he let's go and provides a gentle squeeze of my balls. And all the while continues with his relentless licking and sucking on my rectum hole. It is clear that his technique is to drive me to a high state of arousal and to maintain that state but not go further. I am in the hands of an expert and the pleasure is maddening. 

What is also clear is that B's efforts are a prelude to the next step which I have assumed all along is to fuck. I would not have left the video shop without having accepted this outcome so it is just a matter of time before B gets round to this. As noted, we are on display in the mirror and both A and B are spending a good deal of time watching the ballet in the mirror. I am having the most delightful time with A's cock, kissing, licking and teasing with my tongue and for variety adding the occasional deep suck and very occasionally slipping the head of his cock into my throat. He clearly enjoys the latter as I hear blissful moans from him and receive some very gratifying throbbing in my throat before withdrawing. I manage to slide one of my hands under his balls and begin gently squeezing and rolling them in my fingers. The skin of his balls are like velvet. I suck one of his balls in my mouth and then alternate to the other before sliding my lips back over the head of his cock. I receive encouraging coaching from B who is enjoying the spectacle in the mirror. 'Yes, that's it, swallow his cock, suck on him, such a good cock sucker', etc etc. 

Eventually I feel a shift in the bed and I feel B's cock sliding between my ass cheeks. He has his hands on my ass cheeks and is squeezing them together around his cock. He thrusts his hips and his cock fucks between my ass cheeks. I release A's cock from my mouth, turn and tell B to put on a condom as it is very clear what is going to happen next. He puts his knees on either side of mine and I feel the head of his cock on my rectum hole. His hands grip my hips firmly and I feel him push. The head of his cock slides in. A small pause, a downward push of his hands on my hips to gain leverage, and he slowly but forcefully slides into my rectum. I have had A's cock in my mouth while B has been at this exercise. I squeeze firmly on the cock in my mouth while I emit a load moan. I feel his pelvis press up against my ass, his hands firmly holding my hips, and he is balls deep in my ass. The three of us are locked together; A's engorged cock buried in my mouth and B's rock hard shaft buried in my rectum. The two of them pause for a long moment and I see that they are both enjoying the spectacle in the mirror. I confess that I am as well. I rock my hips a bit against B's pelvis and feel his cock inside of me, alive and throbbing, and rock hard. I moan in pleasure at both the visual and the reality of having both their cocks buried in me. 

I rise up on my elbows and begin sucking on A's cock in earnest, pressing my lips on the shaft. His cock is a work of art, beautifully shaped, perfectly round. I slide my lips up and down on the shaft. Meanwhile I feel B withdraw to the head of his cock, pause, and then slide back into my rectum. He has his hands on the top of my hips, pushing firmly down for leverage. He pulls almost out again and then immediately slides back in, his pelvis landing firmly against my ass. I continue sucking on A's cock, lips pressing firmly, my head bobbing briskly up and down on it. I feel A's hands on my head. He lifts my mouth off of his cock and holds me off, his engorged cock waving and bobbing in the air in front of me. I look up and he is alternating between looking at his cock and looking in the mirror. I look in the mirror and see B behind me. He withdraws to the head and I see the shaft of his cock. With his hands pressing down on my hips, he lunges forcefully back in. I grunt as he reaches bottom and we all hear the sound of his pelvis landing against my ass. He immediately pulls out again and with all three of us staring at the mirror, and at each other in the mirror, he lunges back in and begins a rapid and forceful fucking rhythm of his rock hard cock into my rectum. With each lunge into me, I am driven downward into the bed. My hips recoil only to be driven down again with his next lunge into me. We can all see my erect cock waving back and forth under me as he repeatedly thrusts into me again and again. The visual spectacle and the sounds are beyond arousing.

A, still holding my head in his hands, urges my mouth back on his erect organ. I capture the shaft in my mouth and resume energetic sucking, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft, licking and teasing the underside with my tongue. B is on his knees behind me doing a steady brisk fucking into my rectum. He is holding my hips firmly and we are doing a marvelous dance, his hands pulling my hips back so that my rectum slides over his cock, and his cock driving forward into me. We meet with a loud smack as my ass and his pelvis meet. He pulls his hips backward while simultaneous pushing my hips off of his cock. And then forcefully pulls my hips back again, ending with the cock driven arrow like back into my rectum and another loud smack of my ass driving into his pelvis. The sounds and the sensations are incredibly intoxicating. He seems to have relentless energy as the brisk fucking goes on and on. I reach between my legs to caress my cock. I grab it and begin pumping on it, but B pulls my hand away and begins driving himself into me with even more force. I am moaning while at the same time vigorously sucking on A's cock. He repeatedly pulls my mouth off of him, his cock bobbing and weaving in front of me. I try to force my mouth back on the organ but he holds my head off. I conclude he is holding back his climax, allowing me to bring him to the edge but not over it. A holds my head there until he regains some control, and then brings my mouth back to his cock, all the while B fucking energetically into my rectum .

I hear B moaning with pleasure and his rhythm increases in pace. He obviously enjoys hard lunge fucking as that is exactly what he is doing, holding my hips and riding me on his rock hard cock. I feel his cock driving into my asshole, hard thrusting lunges. I look into the mirror and see his entire body working at it, the sinews in his arms, the muscles of his diaphragm, his legs muscles are shaking with the effort, his neck muscles are twisting. He is using his hands on my hips to ride my rectum on his organ, lunging forward and back on it. I see him open his mouth and hear moans of ecstasy from him. Both A and I are watching B in the mirror, A's cock bobbing and weaving in the air, forgotten in the spectacle of B reaching the climax in my rectum that is obviously imminent. We both watch B in the mirror, his soaring ecstasy in full display, the pleasure spreading over his entire body awe inspiring to behold. I see him begin to spasm, his body jerking; his arms begin short frantic lunges of my hips, the final caressing embrace of the walls of my rectum on his cock. And then he bellows loudly, arches his back, forcefully drives his cock into my rectum and I feel his entire body shuddering as I feel him climax deep inside my body. 

He holds me there, a death grip on my hips. I feel him shuddering against me; feel his cock thrusting deeply as he completes his climax. Both A and I watch with fascination, looking occasionally at each other and then back to the image of B in the mirror. I feel him slowly begin to relax, he leans forward laying on my back, his cock imbedded in my rectum and I squeezing on it. Each time I squeeze, B responds with a soft murmur of pleasure. Meanwhile A has withdrawn his cock from my mouth and is watching the two of us locked in the blissful post climax embrace. I look into the mirror at the image of B draped over my back his breathing evident in the slow and steady rise and fall against me, his pelvis pressed tightly against my ass cheeks. 

A long post climax repose ensues, thrilling to all three of us. Eventually B rises and pulls away from me, his deflated cock withdrawing from my rectum. He lay down on the bed next to me with an audible gasp and I am struck yet again at the great cost in energy the male climax demands. I feel A's hand on my hips and I turn to look at him. He is urging me on my back and it does not take much imagination to realize his interest and intent. I look down at his cock and he has a condom on. I roll over and lay on my back. A immediately positions himself between my legs, bracing his arms behind my knees, and lifting my hips. He positions his cock head at my rectum, pushes slightly to enter me, and then fully enters my rectum in one smooth motion. He lifts my hips up off of the bed with the leverage of his arms behind my knees, and presses his pelvis forcefully against me. I feel his cock fully inside of me, hard and insistent as he pushes into me. I can't image that he is going to be more than a minute or two at this. My own cock is hard and bobbing above my belly. I look up at A and over at the mirror. We are a breathtaking sight, me with my feet up in the air and he mounted in me, the very definition of the powerful dominate male.

He pulls halfway out and immediately slides back in. He presses on me and then repeats the motion, pulling part way out and then pushing back in. I can well image that he is right on the edge of a climax and is fighting to regain some control. I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock and gasp in pleasure at the sensation. My own climax is not more than a moment or two away. A looks over at the mirror, and he experimentally does some small thrusting into me, I have no doubt admiring the dynamic visual. I hear B murmur that the sight of the two of us is glorious, and indeed it is. A pulls almost out, and we all three watch in fascination as his engorged cock is exposed and then he pushes back into me. He repeats this exercise, and repeats, and again, and again. Each time he presses into me, my cock shudders in pleasure and with urgent need. A begins fucking in earnest, pulling almost out and then driving his cock back into me, gradually increasing both the speed and power of his thrusting. Soon he is driving his cock into my rectum in strong powerful lunges, aided by the leverage of my legs pinned by his hands behind my knees. Each lunge drives me down into the bed. When he pulls back, the bed pushes my hips up only to be forcefully driven back down in his next lunge into me. I am gasping under him as he fucks himself into me. And he is groaning above me, his mounting pleasure clearly evidenced. B takes this opportunity to reach over between us and put his fingers on my cock shaft. As A lunges into me, B is delicately teasing my cock, using only the slightest pressure of thumb and forefinger. I assume he intends to bring me off with his fingers but is trying to time that effort to A's clearly approaching climax. 

And for A, that moment is upon him. His eyes are closed and I see him begin to tremble with approaching climax. He drives his cock into my rectum with a particularly savage lunge and pauses, pulls out and drives back in even harder. He groans loudly and I see his chest muscles go rigid. One more savage lunge and he bellows and stops, pressing his pelvis hard against me, his cock throbbing inside me. I clench on his cock again and again as I feel him spew his semen inside my rectum. B begins rapidly pumping up and down on my cock and it is not a minute before I also bellow loudly and a huge jet of my cum flies in the air, landing on my face, in my mouth, and on my chest. I groan loudly as B continues to pump, the rest of my cum showering over my chest and belly. A releases my legs and I lower them while he remains in the saddle as it were, his eyes still closed. It is clear that he really enjoyed the fuck and this post climax resolution is pleasurable and lengthy. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 09



I look over and see that B is pumping on his cock as he enjoys the spectacle of his friend's fuck. He alternates from looking at us embrace and then the image in the mirror. His cock is hard and he is pumping energetically. I tell him that if he wants to go again, to bring it over. He looks down at me and immediately moves next to my face. I learn over, replace his hand with mine on the shaft of his cock, and engulf the top half of his cock in my mouth. I begin pumping and sucking energetically, all the while licking furiously on the head of his lovely hard cock. I feel A withdraw and I roll on my side, the better to service B. I squeeze and pump very rapidly on the base of his shaft with the rest of his cock in my mouth. I lick and caress, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock. He arches his hips toward my mouth and I hear him groan in ecstatic pleasure. It seems this Is likely to be over very quickly and to be sure, my efforts are not intended to prolong in any way. My pumping on the shaft continues. I grip the shaft just below the head with my entire hand and continue pumping up and down. Meanwhile I have the head of his cock in my mouth on which I am swirling my tongue. I hear him emit a large groaning 'I'm cumming'; I wonder more for his friends enjoyment than my edification. In any case, I feel his cock eject a powerful burst of semen into my mouth. I continue pumping on the shaft but cease touching the head of his cock with my tongue, instead just holding the spewing head with my lips. 

B soon finishes his spurting and rests his cock in my mouth. I remove my hand and engulf the entire organ, enjoying the familiar but always thrilling soak of slowly deflating cock in a mouthful of cum. And so does B, evidenced by his blissful sighs of pleasure. But just for a moment longer as I hear A say 'let me have it', and B somewhat abruptly withdraws. I make an attempt to prevent his departure by wrapping an arm around his bare hip but my hand is withdrawn by one of them and the reposing cock is gone. To be immediately replaced by A who I see is hard again, no doubt stimulated by watching his friend receive the blowjob. Such is the unexpected rapidity of the departure that my mouth is still full of B's cum. 

A immediately kneels in front of my face, puts his hand on my head and shoves his hard cock into my mouth. A's cock now bathes for a moment in the semen of his friend. He groans loudly as the shaft enters my mouth and he begins rapid thrusting. As he thrusts, the moaning and groaning are ceaseless and his belly is trembling. I conclude that this is going to last but a moment. I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin pumping on it. He gasps loudly at the new sensation and emits a series of staccato grunts. I rapidly lick the head of his cock in my mouth and that does the trick. A loud barking groan and he grasps my head. I feel his cock spasm in my mouth and he gives up a load of his manhood. I press my lips on the shaft of his cock as he spews his semen into my mouth. Eventually I remove my hand from the shaft and I let him enjoy the repose that he denied his friend. He soaks in my mouth for long minutes as his cock slowly loses its rigidity. I moan in enjoyment, the rapturous repose of his full cock in my mouth, bathing in the semen of both my companions. I swallow both their loads of cum while A soaks his cock in my mouth.

Finally he sinks backward, as do I. But then in a moment I hear him say that M will be back any time and we have to clean up. I take this to mean that my departure is urgently desired. I retire to the bathroom; help myself to a quick shower, and dress. I immediately depart and walk out of the condo to my motorcycle, parked in front. As I finish donning my riding gear, I see a car park across the street. B has parked his car in the middle of the driveway and access to the garage is blocked. A woman emerges from the car, retrieves a briefcase and bag of groceries from the trunk, and begins crossing the street toward the condo I have just exited. She is walking almost directly at me and giving me a long look. I take this to be M who is an attractive woman, although a bit overweight. I can imagine how fortunate the two inside are that she did not omit that grocery store stop on the way home. But this is no time for a social chat so I mount my motorcycle, fire up the engine, and pull away from the curb. And I ponder how a woman like M, or any woman, could compete with what has transpired in that condo for the past two hours. And the answer of course is that they cannot. Pure majestic rapturous anonymous male sex has no equal. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 10



It is a beautiful Tuesday morning and I am in the last ten miles of a training ride. This started seventy miles ago when I left my apartment to meet my teammates at the coffee shop parking lot. A hard training effort followed by coffee at the shop and then, I thought, an easy ride home. But the effects of the second cup of coffee are upon me and as I ride along river road and I realize I am not going to make it home. There is a park along this section of the river and I resolve that I am going to stop for a pee at the next rest room that I see. Such is my urgency that I do not pedal to the entrance but cut directly across the grass, unclipping my pedals as I coast to a stop next to the men's entrance. Carrying my bicycle inside, I am brought up short as standing with his back to a sink is a fellow wearing a suit and tie but with his slacks down around his ankles. And kneeling in front of him is another fellow with his mouth full of hard cock. We all stare for a moment. The fellow on his knees withdraws his mouth from the cock, and the owner turns away. 

A long awkward moment passes as the erection bobs and weaves in the air. As my urgency has not diminished, I lean my bike against the wall and dash to the urinal, pulling down my riding shorts on the way. As relief begins to settle upon me I look over at the pair. The kneeling fellow has stood and the owner of the erection is making some effort to retrieve his fallen slacks. I observe to them that I did not mean to interrupt and that they are welcome to continue. Another long awkward moment passes and I tell them that after sucking a cock, my next favorite pastime is to watch one being sucked. I urge them again to continue. The pair looks at each other, and eventually the slacks resume their occupation around the cock owner's ankles. His partially diminished erection is engulfed by the mouth of his companion who has resumed his station on his knees. I pull my britches back up but I can do nothing other than stand there watching a glorious blowjob in progress. 

The erection quickly comes back to full mast and the fellow on his knees displays some admirable cock sucking skills. His lips are midshaft and he is applying a feathery sucking caress on the skin of the shaft. I assume that he is also applying his tongue on the head. This goes on for a long time, the standing man alternating between looking down at his supplicant and over at me with the dreamy expression of a man fully enjoying having his cock skillfully sucked. And then for variety, the supplicant takes the cock fully in his mouth, down his throat, and presses his face into the belly of his companion. The cock owner inhales sharply with a luxurious gasp of pleasure and I observe to the pair that the sight is glorious. And it is every bit of that. What finer sight is there than a hard cock expertly sucked? The cock sucker continues to press his face into the belly in front of him, soaking the cock in his throat. I reflect on the exhilarating sensation of a hard cock throbbing in one's throat. I watch as the cock sucker fucks his throat on the cock for a bit, ramming his face into the belly in front of him again and again. The cock owner barks out a series of gasps of pleasure at this new sensation.

I am impressed with the cool of the pair, after all this is a public urinal. But they seem unaffected by their surroundings. Indeed, the cock owner now pulls the head of his supplicant off of his cock and holds the head there, his erect organ jutting fiercely out, just touching the lips in front of him. The pair both stare at the erection, glistening, bobbing and throbbing in the air between them. The owner is doubtless taking this opportunity to cool back down a bit before resuming. He displays remarkable composure under the circumstances, clearly intent on fully enjoying the blowjob at his leisure. He flops his cock against the face of the supplicant, dabbing the fellow's face with patches of his juice. Eventually he guides his full, hard organ back to the lips of his cock sucker. My own lips water at the prospect of that lovely organ entering a warm soft mouth. The cock sucker engulfs the organ and resumes his efforts. Soft lips caress the shaft, up and down on the shaft, teasing the skin. It is all I can do to remain standing and watching, such is the overpowering eroticism of a mouth on an erect cock. The cock owner emits long soulful expressions of pleasure. He places an encouraging hand on the head of his supplicant and begins thrusting his hips, driving his full cock into the eager mouth in front of him. 

The Cock sucker on his knees begins moaning in pleasure to which I can well relate. The approaching climax is clearly apparent and the knowledge that one is to soon receive a mouthful of semen, a glorious explosion of cum from that gorgeous cock in one's mouth, is well and truly exhilarating. The supplicant begins sucking in earnest, pressing his lips on the rock hard shaft and vigorously bobbing his head. The owner stands over his supplicant, leans his head back, thrusts out his hips, and groans in rapturous pleasure. He is the very picture of male dominance in full bloom. It is clear that this is going to last but a moment. Long past are the pauses and delays of leisurely pleasure. Now both owner and supplicant are fully focused on the final moments of the act, the all-consuming ecstasy of the ejaculation and the mesmerizing power of taking the essence of another in one's mouth. The owner emits a piercing bellow and stiffens. I see him shake violently, his hands grasping the head of his supplicant, and he spews out his semen into the waiting mouth. The cock sucker moans in profound satisfaction as his mouth is flooded with semen. Both of them remain locked together for long, long moments. The owner gasps and murmurs his pleasure in long passionate exclamations. The cock sucker remains on his knees, his mouth fixed on the organ as though it has become part of his own body. I can well and truly relate to the infinite feelings of pleasure and satisfaction at this moment, the slowly deflating cock in his mouth, bathed in ejaculated semen. 

And then I hear from behind me, 'don't move, you are under arrest'. I turn my head and just behind me, unheard until this moment, is a police officer in full dress. I begin to open my mouth, but anticipating my words, he looks at me with reassurance, 'not you, them', pointing at the two performers a few feet in front of me. And I turn to look at the two, the cock owner staring at the police officer with a look of astonished horror, and the supplicant, still on his knees, his mouth open, the cock remaining in his mouth and the ejaculated semen now running over his lips and down onto his shirt. The officer walks up to the pair; the cock sucker now standing up with semen dripping down from his chin, and the cock owner, standing there with his pants down around his ankles, his half deflated organ sticking out and dripping a long thin oily finale to his ejaculation. Names are taken and the two are informed of their rights. I am told that I must remain for a witness statement. 

Half an hour later a police van arrives to carry the hapless lovers away. I have been standing next to the patrol car with my bicycle. As the van departs, the officer invites me into the front seat of his car and begins filling out a witness statement form. I ask what will happen to the lovers. The response is that they will probably plead guilty to a misdemeanor, pay a fine, and will be out in a couple of hours, unless of course one of them commits the folly of pleading not guilty and demanding a public trial. But in any case, my statement is required and is short; I entered the men's room desperate for a pee after a long bicycle ride and was confronted by the pair. I respond to several questions; they were engaged when I walked in, I urinated, I watched for a few minutes, I did not know the participants, we did not talk. All of this is recorded on the form, the form successfully completed, and put aside. 

And then the officer asks if I enjoyed watching. I am not sure what this question is about or where this line of question is going, but I respond that I was stunned at the visual impact and that like most people, I find sex acts and sexual arousal entertaining. He asks if I like cock sucking to which I respond that I do. His next question is more to the point; do I like to suck cocks? I pause for a long moment. I consider asking if I can leave now. But as I glance over at him, I cannot help but observe from an unmistakable bulge in his slacks that he appears to be at least partially erect. I respond that I am married and that while not a regular practice, I have enjoyed sucking on a cock. He then puts it plainly, would I like to suck his cock.

Of course the answer is yes. But before I answer I consider that he is a police officer on duty and that I am sitting in his squad car. I am not altogether certain of the sodomy laws and police procedures. So I put it plainly back that I do not want to be entrapped and that an interest on my part would require a display. A long moment follows and a good look confirms his interest and mine. I look up at him and he unfastens and exposes his cock. He possesses an unusual specimen, short and a lovely full round girth. He moves his service cap and some other equipment to the back seat. Of course I am staring at the lovely organ. Under the circumstances, I feel compelled to ask him for some reassurance that he wants this and that this is not some entrapment. Following some reassurance, I lean over, my head over his lap and his lovely hard cock just next to my lips. I can smell him, his sex just in front of me, and the smell of the leather he is wearing, the faint odor of oil from his service revolver. It is all intoxicating. I touch my lips to the head of his cock, and slide them over the head, and I have his cock in my mouth. I am lost in heaven once again.

I hear a sharp intake of breath from the officer at the sensation of pleasure from my mouth on his cock. He arches his hips up off of the seat to get more of his organ into my mouth. The shift in position is accompanied by the sounds of his leather belts and holders moving. I am acutely aware of these small effects, the crinkling of his leather, the movement of the car seat, the steering wheel of the car, and the smells. It is all intoxicating, the rest of the world blotted out. The focus of my existence is now on the cock in my mouth and the immediate environment surrounding the cock. The lovely full round cock, in my mouth, alive and throbbing in my mouth. I slide my lips slowly up and down the shaft, savoring the taste of his skin. I caress my tongue over and around the head of his cock; I hear him gasp in pleasure, I taste the essence of him, leaking into my mouth. I moan myself, overwhelmed yet again at the act of cock sucking, the organ full and alive in my mouth, devouring his manhood, making it my own. 

I slide my mouth slowly up and down the shaft of his cock, lips pressing on the skin. His cock is short so I can easily take the entire length in my mouth without straining in my throat as he does not reach that far. And yet my mouth is full of him, very full. The large, perfectly round girth one of god's gifts. I lick and tease my tongue over and around the head of his cock, suck very briefly on the head, and then take the full length of him again in my mouth. I revel in the feel of his shaft filling my mouth. I squeeze his shaft in my mouth, suck on it as I move my mouth up and down. I hear him talking, 'yes cock sucker, suck it', 'suck my cock', 'swallow my cock', and on and on. I do not take any of this personally or seriously. He is almost certainly having a wonderful fantasy and these words are part of it. I should think he wants to talk this way when his wife blows him, if only she would. But in the moment, the sounds of pleasure are in perfect harmony with his body, shaking under me. He is thrusting his hips up slightly, more rocking of his hips with his cock straining up into my mouth. I begin moving my mouth faster on him, lips pressing on the shaft. I begin rapidly bobbing my head now, lips sliding up and down on the shaft. I am easily as aroused as he is, mesmerized by the strength and power of his cock, wanting the explosion of his semen in my mouth. 

I hear him gasping in pleasure and I know he is just a moment from climax. I moan in anticipation, wanting his cum, wanting his climax in my mouth, wanting to drain the power and strength from him. I want to drink his essence, to consume his strength and power, to make his manhood mine. I press my lips firmly on the shaft of his organ, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft, sucking on his cock. I feel him tremble under me, just a moment now, just another moment and I will have his semen, all of it will become mine, I will leave with it, I will take the essence of him with me. I bob my head faster on his cock. I am moaning audibly as is he, the two of us joined together in this moment of rapture. He begins to shake violently under me and I flick my tongue over the head of his cock, once, again, and yet again. He arches his hips violently, groans loudly, and I feel him spurt his semen into my mouth. He stiffens and I feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, his semen flowing into my mouth. I feel his hand on my head; unnecessarily as the last thing I would consider doing is to remove my mouth from this exquisite cock in this moment of sublime ecstasy. 

I repose for long moments on his cock, the shaft bathing in my mouth, full of his semen. I squeeze my lips on the base of the shaft and suck upward, drawing the last of his semen and his pleasure into my mouth. I hear him moaning softly with the rapturous pleasure of post climax, my mouth slowly caressing the great shaft, the repose as enjoyable to me as it clearly is to him. My senses are full of the taste of his essence, a bit sharp and salty, a delicious taste of a man of strength and power. I think about the semen in my mouth, filling my mouth and bathing his cock. I think consciously about swallowing his cum, after I withdraw and sit up, while I am looking at him, I will swallow him then, swallow his manhood while he is looking at me. I feel his hand on my head, gently urging me off. I slowly withdraw, very careful about the semen. I sit upright and look at him, and he at me, and at that moment, I swallow his cum. He watches me swallow his cum, consume his manhood, consume him. 

We look at each other for long moments, he with his deflating cock exposed, and me with my eyes tearing from the strain and the taste of his semen in my mouth. I ponder what he is thinking and I suppose he is doing the same, wondering what I think of him. I think these are stressful moments for straight men who have given up their semen to another man's mouth. Usually the men part quickly after the act with little more than a thanks and often not that. Of course what I would like to hear is recognition for the skill and profound gratitude for the experience. Or perhaps an expression of unhappiness or loss from the essence given up and consumed by another. The cock sucker is left to ponder, what did he think about the blowjob? But I suppose only a writer would actually talk about the philosophy of sucking a cock. 

I exit the patrol car with barely a word exchanged, and climb on my bicycle. I pedal home.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 11



Chapter 11. 

In which our hero finds new friends. 

That night I entertained my wife with the story of the lovers in the urinal. Of course from time to time one hears of men being arrested for transgressions in public places. There are various charges; public lewdness, public indecency, and others. But it is all the same, one guy caught diddling another, or trying to in the case of an untoward solicitation. But my wife was entranced and wanted every detail, asking many, many questions. She found my being a witness to the actual act enthralling. The recitation of course concluded with the completion of the witness statement and my arrival back home on my bicycle. And finally she asked in perfect sincerity why a man would want to receive or give a blowjob with a perfect stranger. How is one to answer such a question, in the general case and as the husband? Because the act between men is sublime. It certainly was to both the lovers in the urinal, right up to the point where they were interrupted by the police officer. I noted that the officer did not interrupt until after the climax was completed. It suddenly occurred to me that he stood there watching just like me until it was over. And so to the question my wife put, one can say no more than the act is sublime, except that one cannot say that to one's spouse without many awkward questions following. I answer that I do not know as she sinks to her knees in front of me. She asks me to coach her. 

Some weeks went by after the police car events of chapter 10 with no further opportunities for cock sucking. To be sure the entire event had been memorable and I thought often of Officer B, his squad car and that lovely cock. But life and the day to day demands kept me busy. And then one evening when I returned home, I had a voice mail from Officer B. He wanted me to call him at my convenience. I did so and he told me that he wanted to meet with me about the park case. We arranged to meet at a coffee shop convenient to my schedule the next day. I arrived to find him waiting in a booth in his police uniform. Some pleasantries followed and then the discussion took an unexpected turn.

Officer B told me that some friends of his were having a party and that I might enjoy attending. The party was of the sort that the attendees would be mostly men, most of them rich men, able to afford an expensive lifestyle that included the unusual recreation from their day to day. The party would be an expensive one where I could have a good time. Officer B went on to say that the party would likely be one where an attractive and smart young fellow like me could make some significant money. I asked if he would be in attendance. The answer is not exactly, these were not exactly friends, more like associates, he would be there in more of a security role. I ask how many rich men would be in attendance and how many smart young fellows, roughly I ask. So I am being propositioned for trade work. I ask about the expectations of my services, how much money, and how the finances work. I am reassured I can leave any time and refuse anything I am not comfortable doing. There is some up-front money for a show put on by the attractive young men. And then if I stay, and there is an expectation that I would stay, I can make a lot of money in private sessions, all up to me. If the show session was sufficiently hot, probably competing offers for private sessions. 

I tell officer B that I will consider the offer and get back to him. Of course he tells me to decide quickly as there are others waiting in line for this wonderful opportunity. I very much doubt that is the case but who knows. I reassure Officer B that I will meet with him in two days. I depart the coffee shop and begin considering the matter. So the blowjob in the squad car was also an audition, and besides having a wonderful time getting his cock sucked, he put me on his pimp list. I considered if this was something that I could do. It seemed unlikely that anything would happen that I had not already done. Already done in private that is. But this would be different. At least the show part would be. I could imagine a show similar to a porn movie, sucking cock and getting fucked while the audience watched, in person. The idea of being watched was a thrill in the abstract, but this would be real. And then I considered the negotiations with men for my services. I had no idea how I might pull that off. And then there was the matter of the time away from home and the money to be explained, assuming there was money. I decided to put the matter off and get on with my day.

Two days later Officer B is waiting for me at the coffee shop. He tells me that he does all of the client and money management for a flat percentage. He has done all of this before. I can trust him. While I am not so sure about the trust, I agree in principal to take part. In principal meaning that I will show up but I have made no decision about staying for any length of time. He is happy with my agreement to participate. He tells me that there will be one other attractive young man in addition to myself. He also tells me that there will be drugs and booze in abundance and cautions me about both. I am intrigued about the whole affair. To hear it from B, I will make a bundle on the party. The money is a factor but the experience is the driving motivation. B gives me the address and time and we part company. I have decided that I will explain the time away from home to my wife with the boys watching the big game excuse. At least the boys part will be true. It remains to explain the money.

I am walking up the entryway to the palatial home having parked the motorcycle in a nook of the spacious parking area. I meet Ted on the path and immediately recognize him as the other attractive young man. He recognizes me at once. We greet and exchange the relevant information. He has done several of these parties before. I confirm that I am not a virgin with men and group efforts but that I have not done a party before. He reassures me that it will be cool and that Officer B is a standup guy to be trusted. He gives me a briefing on the show starting with a straightforward inquiry as to my interests. We agree that he will do the fucking during the show. He advises me that there will be no climaxes during the show and that he is clean. I take this to mean he wants to go bareback without climaxing. He goes on to tell me that the money is in the private sessions with clients. Bareback in the show will make the price higher for the private sessions. Officer B will negotiate those and make clear that rubbers are required. I am free to accept or decline a session. B will settle up with us after the party. Ted advises that I not drink or use drugs and to not accept anything from anyone. He goes on to reassure me that he is married with two children and that he does not take any risks. For him, tonight will pay the rent for six months. I ask him how he got here and Ted tells me that officer B caught him with a cock in his mouth in an awkward place and that they reached an understanding that avoided an arrest. The offer of work at these parties followed.

Somewhat reassured I enter the party with Ted. Ted is a few years older than I and an attractive fellow. He is more robust than I but then so is everyone compared to my skeletal bicycle racing physique. We both help ourselves to a club soda. It is early and B has told us that the show will begin at 9, after more of the rich men arrive. In the meantime Ted and I stroll about displaying the goods. Although we are both dressed, we are both the subject of many admiring glances and remarks. Downstairs there is a large open area with a low king size platform bed in the center of the room. There are lights in the ceiling directly over the bed. It is clear that this is show place. It remains only for show time to begin. For us that is. The preliminary show is in progress in the form of two attractive women. When Ted and I arrive, they are nude and the sights and sounds from the bed indicate that they are having a convincingly good time. And while I tell myself that they are performing, the visual gets me rock hard. I glance over and see that they have had the same effect on Ted. There are several men lounging about the room watching and I assume enjoying the spectacle. Ted and I leave and continue our tour of the place. 

We meet officer B upstairs who is dressed in slacks and a sport coat instead of his customary police uniform. I hardly recognize him as the same man. B reassures us that he has our up-front money and that he has already had inquiries about private sessions. The sessions money will be up-front and any subsequent tips are ours. He tells us that he has reassured the potential clients that Ted and I will be available. B tells us that our show will last for forty minutes or so and he advises us to make it good to increase the price for the private sessions. We stroll around some more and both of us use the bathroom, for me the last point that I am going to be alone with my thoughts. I consider all of this and again consider leaving. But I know that I actually want to do the show and that is why I am here. The specter of having sex with a group of people standing around watching is thrilling beyond description. I get hard just thinking about it as I have many times over the past several weeks leading up to tonight. It is the private sessions that follow that give me pause. I try yet again to rationalize any difference between my anonymous male sex encounters and being paid to suck and fuck a man I have never met before.

Ted tells me that it is show time and we go downstairs to the play room. There are ten or so people in the room, distributed around the bed, sitting in comfortable chairs and couches. I note that there are a couple of women, each sitting next to a man on a couch. One couple appears to be husband and wife, the wife either overweight or voluptuous, depending on one's tastes, and the husband ten or fifteen years older. I conclude a second marriage of what was once a trophy girl. The girls are gone and the bed beckons. Ted and I lay on the bed together, fully clothed. There is soft music playing in the background and I hear the faint tinkle of ice in glasses from the people sitting around the bed. We embrace and begin kissing and fondling. I am hard and I am actually anxious to get out of my slacks as I am faintly concerned about my state of arousal. We kiss and neck while unbuttoning each other's clothes. Ted seems quite relaxed whereas my heart is thumping and I keep looking at the people around the bed looking at us. Eventually each of has our zippers down and shirts open. My cock springs out and I am relieved not to have the pressure of my slacks on it. We each make a show of fondling the other's cock, more show than fondle. Ted pushes me on my back and licks and kisses my belly as he pulls my slacks off. And then I am nude, the people sitting around the bed watching my cock sticking straight up, hard and throbbing. 

Ted quickly strips off his slacks, and straddles me, his knees holding him up above me. He leans down to kiss me, our two cocks bobbing and weaving between us. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and we continue kissing, the only part of our bodies touching. I had thought about this moment many times in the weeks leading up to tonight. There was the inevitable performance anxiety about getting it up in front of others. I almost laugh to myself now at the foolishness of that anxiety as I am painfully hard and I worry now about restraining myself from ejaculating. Ted works himself up, allowing me to lick and kiss his chest and belly. Eventually his erect cock is above my face and he has my arms pinned down with his. He bounces his erection on my face, one cheek, then the other, waving it around my face. Ted possesses a lovely specimen, full and round with something of a spear-like head. I make a show of trying to capture the shaft with my mouth. He makes a show of tying to fuck his cock into my mouth but missing the target. We continue with this play for long moments. Eventually he stretches our arms above my head and I capture his cock in my mouth. He emits a long pleasurable gasp as his cock slides into my mouth. I apply almost no pressure on the shaft as he makes of show of rapidly fucking his cock into my mouth. I slide my hands over his bare ass cheeks, caressing the skin as his hips thrust. He is groaning in pleasure above me. Occasionally he presses down and the head of his cock slides into my throat. Each time he pauses for a few seconds and then withdraws his cock completely, the wet glistening organ bobbing above my face for all to see. 

Ted does a 180 with his cock in my mouth and I feel his breath on my own cock. He blows air on my cock and I twitch under him. I make a show of thrusting my hips up off of the bed in an attempt to penetrate his mouth with my cock. I make a good deal of noise, all the while I have my hands on his ass cheeks above me holding onto him, keeping his cock in my mouth, no pressure of my lips on the shaft, just letting him soak. Eventually he captures my cock in his mouth and I emit a huge groan of pleasure and arch my hips up off of the bed. We are locked into a 69 position, each with a mouth full of hard cock. Like me, he exerts no pressure on my shaft. I make a show of fucking into his mouth. We roll over on our sides and continue the 69 embrace. I can see some of our spectators now, watching us, several of the men have their cocks out, slow srroking as they watch. We roll again and I am on top of Ted. I make a great show of driving my cock into his mouth, first short, rapid thrusts and then with a great bellow, I drive my shaft into his throat. Ted grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me down into his mouth. I feel my belly against his face. I grind down, forcing my cock into his throat. I pause a long moment, groaning in pleasure as I am buried in his throat. 

Ted pushes me off of him and I do a loud grunt of disappointment, thrusting my hips in frustration, my cock whipping furiously around in the air. Ted rolls me onto my belly, forces my legs apart, and puts his hands on my back. I feel his face on my ass cheeks. He rubs his face on my ass cheeks, first one side, and then the other. I look out at the spectators, watching us intently. A woman in front of me is on her knees, between the legs of the man she was sitting with. I see her head slowly bobbing up and down while his eyes are glued on me. I feel Ted's lips on my skin, his tongue licking my skin. He separates my ass cheeks with his hands and I feel his breath on my skin. I know what is coming next but even so, when his tongue touches my rectum hole, I gasp in pleasure, real with no artifice. Ted continues exploring, licking and teasing. I arch my hips up to his face and he licks and teases with his lips and tongue. He sucks on my rectum hole and I emit loud gasps of genuine pleasure, raising up off of the bed on my knees and pressing back against his face. He grabs my hips and I fuck my rectum hole back against his face in genuine pleasure. My rock hard cock is jutting out from my belly, bobbing and throbbing. I emit sounds of pleasure, 'yes, oh god yes, suck on it', as I thrust my hips back against his face.

I have worked myself up onto my hands and knees, thrusting my bare ass back into Ted's face as he licks my rectum. I feel him pull away and his hands grip my hips. And then I feel his erection between my ass cheeks. I slowly grind my hips up and down, pressing against him, his shaft sliding between my ass cheeks. My cock is rock hard, jutting down below me. Neither of us dare touch it as I would ejaculate in a heartbeat, such is the state of my arousal. Ted continues to tease his cock against my ass. He makes a mock show of attempting to penetrate me but missing the hole. He rubs the shaft against my cheeks and between my cheeks. Each time I feel the shaft rub against my rectum hole, I make a huge show of vigorously pressing back against him and grinding my hips. I collapse my face against the bed and rock my hips backward. I urge him in audible gasps of pleading, 'now, do it now, fuck me now'. I feel him grab my hip to hold me steady, his cock head finds my rectum hole; he pushes slightly and slides the head of his cock into me. A moment passes, I feel both his hands on my hips, I press back, and he slides the length of his cock into my rectum. I emit a loud gasping groan of clear rapture as I feel his belly press against my ass cheeks. I have him buried balls deep in my ass. 

I rock my hips against his belly, feeling his hard cock inside me. I look up and the spectators in the room are mesmerized by the spectacle, everyone staring at us. Ted pulls out slightly, pauses, and then sinks back into my rectum, a groan of pleasure coming from his lips. I rock my hips again against his belly. My face is looking out at the spectators and I gasp out, 'do it, fuck me, fuck me hard'. I feel a shift on the bed and Ted moves his feet on either side of my knees and I feel his hands shift to the middle of my back. He is squatting over me and I feel him pull his cock almost out and then slide aggressively back in. I groan as the feeling of being possessed comes over me. He pulls back and then begins fucking my rectum in earnest. Short, rapid lunges, has cock slams into me, his belly smacks against my ass as he fucks me. His hands are on my back, pushing me face down into the bed as he rides me. And there is no other description for it. He is riding my body. The room fills with the sound of his body crashing down onto my ass. A staccato 'smack, smack, smack, smack'. The rhythm and the sounds are unceasing as he rides me. My mouth is open and I emit a long continuous 'oh,oh,oh,oh' as he fucks his cock into my ass. He continues unceasing and I am impressed with his stamina. Long minutes follow with his steady fucking of his cock into my rectum. 

And then he jerks out and I feel his hands slide down to my ass cheeks, pushing them roughly apart. I gasp in a combination of shock and humiliation as I realize that he is gaping my asshole for the spectators to look at. He uses his feet and hands to rotate me to the right, all the while pulling my ass cheeks apart. We rotate perhaps 90 degrees before I feel the tip of his cock at the entrance to my rectum and he lunges back in and fills me with a loud smack as his pelvis lands against my ass. He vigorously fucks me for a few minutes before again abruptly pulling out. Again he pulls my ass cheeks apart while again rotating me to the right. He bends over and I feel his breath on my gaping rectum. I moan in ecstasy as I feel his tongue fucking my rectum. He wraps his hand around my balls and begins pulling and twisting. The effect is for my cock to bob and weave in the air. He continues this for some minutes and I realize that he is deliberating showing off my erection to the spectators. 

I look out at the spectators and see all eyes locked on us. A man is sitting in a chair directly in front of me and as I look at him, he mouths the unmistakable message, 'I am going to fuck you'. Perhaps I think, but only after he has escaped the avarice clutches of Officer B. Ted remounts my asshole and again vigorously fucks his cock into my rectum. He lunges his organ into my rectum and I hear him groaning. Long minutes of vigorous fucking of his cock into my asshole follow. He is unceasing and tireless as he lunges into me. Finally he pulls out and gapes my asshole again. He has spun me fully around so that every person in the room has had a look at my gaping rectum and his brilliant cock fucking me. He again grabs my balls in his hands and repeats the vigorous pulling and jerking, my hard cock bouncing wildly. Ted slides his cock into me again and begins violent lunges into my ass. He pauses between each lunge and barks out his pleasure, 'fuck, fuck yes, going to cum, going to fill up his hole'. Ted begins a rapid fucking motion that lasts for perhaps a minute and then I feel him grab my hips in a viselike grip and he shouts that he is cumming. He slams into me one last time and presses his belly against me. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 11



We remain in this pose for long minutes. Eventually he collapses against my back and his face rests on my shoulder blade. Finally he pulls me onto my side and I spoon back against him with his arms wrapped around me. We repose for long minutes, and unseen by the spectators, his cock slips out of my rectum and I feel it pressed between my ass cheeks. I have not climaxed and my cock remains jutting out from my belly, throbbing and leaking my juice onto the bed. The lights above the bed go off and there is a spontaneous burst of applause from the spectators and many gasps and murmurs of enthusiastic approval. 

Eventually we leave the bed and I see officer B waving us over to a door he is standing in front of. We grab our clothes, enter a spacious bathroom, the door closes, and the spectacle is over. Officer B is exultant, 'great, you guys were great, kid I knew you would be great, what a show'. He tells us that there is a bidding war for private sessions and that he will be back shortly. He leaves the room and it is Ted and I. He looks at me and he is all business. 'Nice work, you were perfect'. We take turns showering and we both dress. He gives me a package of Viagra and advises that I take it. It will help you he tells me as he swallows his. And that is the end of it as we both wait for B to return. Ted speaks not a word.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 12



Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 12. 

In which our hero has a sandwich break.

Ted and I remain sitting in the lounge chair for some minutes, waiting for officer B. I ask him if he has been at this place before. He responds that he has been here once before and several other places. I ask how often he does this to which he replies that B calls him every month or two. He tells me that usually the private sessions are in the party place but that once he went with a client to a hotel and another time to a client's home. I ask if he does this on his own to which he responds no. He does not want to get into this as a regular thing and he likes officer B serving as the middleman. It all seems to work out he tells me with no risks. I ask what kind of private sessions he has had and he responds that it is all over the map, leaving the map to my imagination.

Officer B returns with his ebullient mood unaltered. He turns first to Ted and tells him that he has a wealthy solo. On inquiry, B tells Ted that the guy wants to take my place on the show scene. Officer B turns to me and tells me that 'you are in luck kid, you get the married couple, the woman with the big tits'. On inquiry, B tells me that the wife thinks I am the most gorgeous creature she has ever seen. The three of us depart together and head to the upper floor where the bedrooms are located. B drops off Ted at a room and then he and I walk to my bedroom. B tells me that he will be in the hallway if I should need assistance. He will meet me there after my session. A discreet knock, the door is opened, I enter, the door is closed, and my new career as a prostitute is about to begin. 

The couple introduce themselves as Mike and Alice. M has let me into the room and is dressed only in his slacks. He is a 50ish fellow with a good deal of body hair and he is a bit beefy. A is perhaps fifteen years his junior and is either thirty pounds overweight or voluptuous, depending on one's tastes. She has very large soft natural breasts. I know this because she is wearing only M's draped open shirt. It would be very easy to visualize Alice ten years younger and thirty pounds lighter with those huge breasts. I am guessing that A is a second wife, and what would have been a trophy wife for a forty year old guy who had made it big in business. They both have a drink in hand and ask if I would like one. I decline but take a bottle of water. We chat for a few minutes with Alice reclining on the large bed. She suggests that I join her. I remove my clothes and as I turn back to the bed, there is Alice, nude, reclining with her feet parted and her knees raised a bit. She is a sight to behold; exquisitely gorgeous skin, flawless and glowing pink in this dim light, not a hair on her body below her neck, her sex and nipples swollen from arousal, and her breasts huge and soft. She has her arms under her breasts to hold them up on top of her chest. 

I get on the bottom of the bed and it is my intention to have a taste of her. But as I make that intention clear, Alice tells me in a sultry voice, that after watching me in that show, she is ready to pop and she urges me up on top of her. As I begin to settle on top of Alice, she reaches her hand down and steers the head of my cock to her pus. With her other hand she grabs my hip and pulls me into her. I slide in where I find her sloppy wet. I put my arms on either side of her breasts and so hold them up between us. The sensation I feel as I settle in and on her is like that of being engulfed by a giant exquisitely soft white pillow. I look over and see M sitting on the edge of the bed looking at us. Alice sighs in blissful pleasure as I fill her, rocking her hips and pulling on my hips. She pulls my hips up with both her hands while whispering in my ear to hold still and let her do it. I am rammed against her sex, our pubic bones mashed together. She rocks her hips, slowly at first. She looks over at M and tells him, 'oh god he is so hard'. I look over to see how M is taking all of this and see that he is entranced, calmly sipping on his drink and watching his wife being fucked. 

Her characterization of my present state of anatomy is quite correct. I am rock hard of an unusual sort. I wonder if this has something to do with the performance enhancing pill I took from Ted. My cock feels like a lead pipe but without the slightest sensation of approaching climax. This strikes me as odd considering my state of arousal an hour ago. Alice has a deathgrip on my ass cheeks and is grinding herself against my hard erection. I whisper words of encouragement and lick and kiss her neck. She is breathing hard, groaning in pleasure, and gasping, 'so hard, so hard, so fucking hard'. Alice turns her head toward Mike. I lean up a bit and see a look of rapture on her face. I feel her grinding on my cock take on sharp jerking spasms and it is clear that she is in rapturous ecstasy. She emits a loud 'oh Mike', and climaxes under me, furiously grinding her hips amidst a cacophony of gasps and groans. I have not moved an inch since I settled in and on her, and yet she has had the most rapturous pleasure, such was the state of her arousal. We repose for a long time with her hip spasms slowly diminishing. Rarely have I seen someone enjoy a climax more fully. 

Eventually she emits a loud exhalation and I assume she is done. I make a move to withdraw but she is having none of it and immediately clasps my hips with the admonition that I stay. I feel her hands caressing my back from my shoulders to my ass cheeks. She gives my cock the occasional caressing squeeze as well. And the pillow like analogy of her great body has not diminished at all. She has a sheen of sweat on her brow from her exertions. She looks over at Mike and exclaims, 'oh Mike thank you, he is so delicious'. I conclude that she is referring to me. I note that Mike has removed his slacks and has returned to the bed with a refreshed drink. He assists Alice with taking a few swallows. It is scotch. We enjoy the languor of a long soaking repose. I occasionally pull part way out and then slide slowly back in, pressing my pelvis firmly against her. Each time I feel her squeeze on my cock and arch her hips up to me. 

Alice urges Mike to come closer and he slides over and up. He is lying right next to us and Alice takes his cock in her mouth. He is full but not particularly hard. She slides her lips up and down on the shaft for a bit, all the while holding my ass cheeks with her hands, grasping me tightly into her. Then she withdraws her mouth from his shaft, lifts the organ with one hand, and offers it to me. I take his cock in my mouth and repeat her exercise, sliding my lips up and down the shaft and caressing the head of his cock with my mouth. He groans appreciatively. We exchange his cock back and forth between us, each of us suckling on his shaft while the other watches, all the while laying belly to belly, my cock soaking and slowly fucking into her. Eventually his cock evolves from full to hard and withdrawing her mouth from his cock, tells him 'now Mike, do it now'. Alice tells me to roll over and we do so together, still joined together. I am now under Alice and she draws her knees up to my sides, her huge soft breasts covering my chest, her hair cascading down over my face. I feel the bed shift and Mike is between my legs and hers. I feel some fumbling and then the sensation of what can only be a cock sliding in. I see his face above her shoulder and I feel his hand on her hip. He has pressed his cock into her rectum and we are double penetrating his wife. As I realize what is in progress, I feel the most intense erotic thrill and I arch my hips up, straining to get even more of my rock hard cock into her. 

Alice gives a great inhalation as Mike fills her rectum. The effort takes a minute or two to complete but eventually we are both fully inside of her and he has one hand on a hip and the other on one of her shoulders. He emits a load oath of satisfaction as I feel him pressing strongly against her ass cheeks. My own hands are cupping the full globes of her ass and I am straining my cock up into her. The feeling of tightness as she is full of both of our cocks is unbelievable. I feel his cock slide out, our organs separated by the thinnest of membranes. He pauses and I feel him slid slowly back in, again pressing tightly against her ass cheeks. I repeat this exercise from below, sliding partway out and then slowly back in. Like him, I press tightly back into her by arching my hips up. All the while Alice is emitting the most heartfelt series of gasps and cries; of pleasure or pain or an exotic mix of both, I could not hazard a guess. I can feel her squeezing her organs and the massaging pressure on my shaft, and I have no doubt on his as well, is the very definition of exotically erotic. 

I begin thrusting into her from below while Mike soaks in her rectum, holding tightly against her ass cheeks. I can feel his rigid shaft as I slide in and out. I stroke slowly at first, withdrawing almost to the head of my cock and then sliding back in. Alice lies down on my chest, those magnificent breasts covering and overflowing my slender frame. I can both feel and hear her growing arousal. She emits small gasps of pleasure, whispers in my ear, 'yes, oh yes, oh that feels so good'. And then I feel Mike begin to slide in and out of her as well. We quickly fall into a rhythm, one of us withdrawing and the other sliding in. We continue a moderate pace for some long minutes. Clearly this was part of their strategy for this private session, as was the initial fuck. And I have to say that this has no equal in the realm of erotic sex. And Alice clearly agrees as she is by now highly aroused. She has a death grip on my shoulders, hanging on as we both fuck into her, Mike with growing enthusiasm. The sounds of his belly landing against her ass as he fucks her fill the room. 

We are sandwiched together, the three of us, Alice between us. Mike is now vigorously thrusting his cock into her rectum. I can feel his balls bouncing on me as he slides in and out. The room is filled with the steady 'smack, smack, smack, smack' as his belly lands forcefully against her ass cheeks. I have my hips arched up and I am thrusting my cock into her. Alice has her cheek pressed against mine, her arms and hands gripping my shoulders, hanging on as she is being ridden. I have my arms around her shoulders, holding her in place. Alice is moaning in my ear, 'oh god, oh god, oh god'. I can feel her tighten and squeeze on both of us and the feel of Mike's cock sliding in and out is more than arousing. I can feel my climax approaching and it is clear that both Alice and Mike are close as well. I whisper in her ear, 'I am going to cum in you. I am going to fill you up with my cum'. Alice immediately groans loudly and begins thrusting and jerking her hips. I then whisper, 'mike is going to splash his juice in your asshole'. The effect of these words is immediate and dramatic. Alice emits a scream of pleasure and her body clenches in ecstasy. She emits a series of staccato oaths of rapture as she rotates and thrusts her ass on both our cocks. Her climax goes on and on, slowly diminishing in intensity. And then suddenly she pushes both her legs back forcing Mike to withdraw. She squeezes her legs together between mine, trapping my cock in her. She pushes down to increase the pressure but the effect is so stressful on my cock that it is almost painful.

Mike appears at the head of the bed and kneels next to us. He is fully erect and it is clear that the premature departure deprived him of what I assume was his goal of ejaculating in her rectum while we both fucked his wife. He lifts her chin and she engulfs his cock, mouthing vigorously up and down for a minute, moaning loudly all the time. It is then my turn and I take his cock into my mouth. Mike fucks his full shaft into my mouth just inches from Alice's face. She moans loudly and she begins thrusting her hips. My cock is still pushed painfully down and Alice is thrusting vigorously on it. More than vigorously as her thrusting becomes frantic as does her moans of pleasure. Mike begins fucking his cock into my mouth with more energy. I am pressing my lips on the shaft and licking the head as the shaft drives in and out of my mouth. Alice is looking at the cock fucking my mouth just inches from her face. I hear her moaning, her hips slamming up and down, riding herself on my cock. I see one of Alice's hands appear and she wraps her fingers around the shaft of his cock. The effect is immediate as he stops thrusting, bellows out, and he explodes his semen in my mouth. 

The effect on Alice is also immediate. She screeches and thrusts her hips violently, grinding on my cock and pubic bone. The grinding goes on for a few seconds and she shouts, clenches, and then rocks her hips as she climaxes. We repose for some time, Mike eventually withdrawing his cock from my mouth. I feel him get up from the bed. Alice turns to face me and we kiss, voluptuously when she tastes the cum in my mouth, grinding her lips on mine and stabbing her tongue into my mouth. So arousing does she find this that she slowly thrusts her hips up and down, trembling with each thrust, grinding on my cock until she brings herself off one last time, more modest in exertion, but I think no less pleasurable in her heartfelt moans of pleasure. 

I am grateful when she finally rolls off of me. My poor cock is numb from the pressure of being bent down and ground on so vigorously. I get up from the bed and recover my clothes. Mike has left a generous tip and as I am departing, he asks for my telephone number. I give him my number and as I turn to leave I see Alice curled up, looking very much like a large snow white pillow. 

In the hall I meet officer B. He tells me that I was in the session for a long time and asks how it went. I reassure him that it went fine. He tells me that Ted is in a second session and he has a second session for me. Feeling somewhat the worse for wear at this point, I ask him what the session will involve. He responds that it is probably just a quick blowjob, easy for me as he puts it. 

I am dressed at this point and he takes my arm to guide me down the hall. I tell him on the way that this is it; I am going home after this session. He reassures me that this is the last session. I knock and enter the room. There are three men in the room. They turn to look at me as I enter. They appear to be businessmen all 40ish plus or minus a bit. They are standing by a bar in the room. I walk over to the bar and help myself to a bottle of water. We look at each other for a few minutes, no one saying a word. I consider that there are two choices, either leave the room right now and go home, or get on with it.

I sink to my knees, the three men around me. I wait for one of them to unfasten and sure enough, one of them shortly does so. He displays a fine specimen, a bit long and nicely shaped, full but not fully hard. The other two watch to see what will happen. I reach out a hand to his hip and pull him closer. His cock, almost hard, is inches from my face. There is utter silence in the room. I lean forward and slowly brush my cheek against the shaft, one side, and then the other. I repeat this several times and note gratefully that the owner much appreciates this detail, confirmed by the stiffening of his organ. I hear a gasp of pleasure at the sensation and his organ throbs against my skin. I conclude he is more than ready. I lick the tip of his cock, flicking my tongue on the underside, teasing the sweet spot. The cock is hard now and bobbing in front of me. I look up and ask him if this is what he wants, the head of his cock pressing lightly on my lips as I ask. He groans and touches my head with his hand, a small urging push. I slide my lips over the head of his organ, feel the ripples of the shaft as my lips slide down the length of the shaft, and I have him in my mouth, hard and throbbing. I am again overwhelmed with the sensation of taking a manhood in my mouth, of devouring it. My tongue cradles the underside of his cock and my lips press on the shaft. I feel him throbbing in my mouth, powerful spasms, fully aroused, straining to hold back a climax that he must have been thinking about for hours. I feel incredibly powerful with his cock in my mouth at the very precipice of ejaculation. 

I pull my lips very slowly up the shaft of his cock, my tongue caressing the underside as I do so. I hear him gasp, his hand resting lightly on my head, his cock quivering in pleasure. I stop with just the head of his cock in my mouth, the shaft glistening, protruding from my mouth. I hear him gasping with pleasure and his legs are trembling under my hand on his hip. It is exquisitely arousing to have this cock in my mouth so close to ejaculation. He is pulsing in my mouth, straining to hold back, to enjoy the pleasure for a moment longer, just one moment longer, a few seconds longer. I can taste the essence of him, a faintly sweet sensation. I open my mouth and feather my lips on the shaft just below the head. I repeat this feathery caress, just barely touching the skin but I feel him stiffen and the pleasure that this brings is more than apparent. I withdraw my mouth from his cock and look up at him. The cock is rock hard and throbbing just in front of my lips. 'Do you want to cum in my mouth', I ask him. In the silence, I lick the sweet spot of the cock. His cock does a large stiffening throb and I hear him groan in pleasure. I take the cock back in my mouth, squeeze the shaft in my mouth, and suck vigorously on it. The effect is immediate. He grabs my head with both hands, shouts out, and ejaculates a flood of his semen into my mouth. I caress the underside of his cock as he ejaculates in my mouth. His climax was powerful, no doubt long pent up. I hold him in my mouth for a long repose, his cock soaking in his semen. 

Eventually he withdraws and I am careful to not make a mess with the mouthful of semen. Immediately one of his companions puts a hand on my head and directs me to his cock. He has dropped his slacks to his ankles and I have no doubt has been wanking while he watched me suck off his friend. His cock is full and hard, a lovely specimen, average in length with a left bend. He is anxious, pressing the head of his cock against my lips. I slide my mouth over his cock, the rock hard shaft bathing in the ejaculated semen of his friend. He has both his hands on my head and begins immediately fucking my mouth. I lick and caress the underside of the shaft and feel it stiffen in my mouth. I conclude that if his friend had a short fuse, this one seems to be microscopic. But such is the effect of pent up desire combined with an overpowering erotic display. I hear him groaning and gasping, his hips thrusting in a blur. I continue caressing the head of his cock with my tongue as the shaft slides in and out of my mouth. I press my lips on the shaft firmly as this is not the time for teasing. He is holding my head and stops thrusting for a moment, my lips pressing hard on the shaft just below the head. I feel him spasm, then cry out, and his thrusting resumes for a moment. He stops thrusting again, again my lips just below the head, again pressing firmly. I feel him shaking with the ecstatic pleasure of his cock in my mouth, straining to hold back his crisis for one minute longer. He gives a great cry as he feels his climax overwhelm him, pumps his cock vigorously into my mouth and gives me a great burst of his semen. He groans loudly, arching his hips and shaking violently as he pumps his cum into my mouth. I hold his cock in my mouth, the semen flowing out onto my tongue. I squeeze my mouth on the organ, sucking the last of his manhood into my mouth, taking it from him. He is holding my head in his hands so that I do not withdraw. Of course it would never occur to me to withdraw off of this lovely cock. We both enjoy his repose, the cock very gradually losing the stiffness, the shaft bathing in a mouthful of semen. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 12



I am kneeling there with the cock of number two in my mouth and I see out the side of my vision the third fellow. He is masturbating his cock, watching his friend's cock in my mouth. He displays admirable patience. I put a slight pressure on the hip of the fellow in my mouth to suggest that he withdraw. He does so with a gasp of pleasure and relief and the third fellow immediately steps in front of me. His specimen is large, a bit long but with a full girth and heavily ribbed. He reaches out with one hand on my head and my lips slide over the head of his shaft. I have three quarters of his shaft in my mouth when I hear a great cry and a blast of his semen shoots into my throat. I clamp my mouth down tightly on his organ and feel his powerful spasms as he ejaculates. He holds my head in place for a couple of minutes, the crisis intense but for him, over in a moment. He steps back and leans against the bar. I remain kneeling for a moment, my eyes tearing a bit, my mouth full of semen from all three of them. I swallow the cum, my mouth full of the taste and sensation of manhood. I am overwhelmed with the familiar but no less exhilarating sensation of having taken the essence of them, swallowed them, and made their strength and power my own. 

I rise, turn, and walk to the door. Other than my teasing words to cock owner number one, not a word has been exchanged between any of us. As I open the door, I look back at the three men. They are buttoning up. I reflect that I have not been in the room for fifteen minutes, such was the state of their arousal, and I suppose my skill. I speculate about their relationship and how it will be affected by each of the men watching his friends being sucked off. For my own part, this was thrilling. To be on my knees, cock sucking while others watched. To take their manhood away from them and swallow it, take it with me, a sublime life experience.

Officer B and Ted are waiting and the three of us walk out together. Officer B does a financial reconciliation and Ted and I both receive our share, and a very handsome share it is. I don my motorcycle riding gear, power up the bike, and ride home.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 13



It had been quite some time since I had been to the video shop and theater in Cin***. Finding myself with a gratifying free afternoon, I set out as early as possible so to maximize my time and opportunities. I managed to find a convenient place to park the motorcycle and entered the video shop. Unchanged from my last visit, one is presented with a choice, the video booths or the pay to enter movie theater. I had not had the opportunity to have some quality time with my cock in what seemed forever and so I was very much looking forward to several hours of blissful masturbating in the nude while watching porn films. But I thought I might see if a cock or two might be available first in the booths. 

I enter the video booth area and engage in the usual nonsense of pretending to closely study the titles available in the booths. Several booths are occupied and so I am anxious to quickly see if there might be any cock sucking candidates, and if not now, then I will go into the movie theater. I have decided that if I have not totally exhausted myself in the theater, then I could stop in the booths before departing for home. In a few minutes one of the booth doors open followed almost immediately by another. The occupants appear to be the typical married men stopping here during a work break, one in a suit and the other in a service delivery uniform. In other words, my target audience. I make a show of entering a room and leave the door open. In a moment, suit walks slowly by and looks in finding me leisurely leaning against the wall. Suit enters the room and I close the door behind him. 

A few awkward moments behind, suit displays a fine specimen. He is nicely hard and I take my liberties with his organ, caressing and stroking the shaft with my fingers. I am in no rush but also in no mind to excessively prolong the encounter. And in any case, what better way to spend the odd few leisure moments than teasing a lovely hard cock with one's finger tips, while all the while knowing that one is going to extract the manhood from this lovely organ before allowing him to leave.

In the dim light of the room, I lean toward suit and whisper to him, 'does this feel good', all the while teasing the bottom of his shaft with my fingertips, slowly up and down the length of the shaft. He breathes a husky affirmative. I grasp the cock with my thumb and forefingers and roll it side to side, gently pump up and down on it, and then resume rolling the shaft side to side with my fingertips. I whisper, 'how about that?' He is gasping a bit with pleasure and responds that it feels good. I wrap my fingers around the shaft and squeeze gently, again and again, and then caress and stroke the shaft with my fingertips. I whisper in his ear, would you like me to take your cock in my mouth?' I stroke and caress the shaft as I am asking him these questions, delighting in his obvious arousal and pleasure. I whisper, 'would you like me to get on my knees and suck on your cock?' He responds with a now hoarse affirmative. I feel him shaking and know that he will not last much longer if I persist with this. I whisper to him, 'do you want to cum in my mouth?' I can see from his physical reaction that the visual images of my questions are firing in his brain. He responds with 'yes, oh god yes'. I tell him to unfasten and drop his trousers. I want him standing there with his clothes around his ankles. He immediately unfastens and pushes his clothes down. I slide my hand between his legs and gently cup his balls, squeezing and rolling his balls in my hand. Tell me I whisper to him. Tell me what you want me to do. His cock is waving in the air in front of him while I caress his balls. I whisper again, tell me what you want me to do. He gasps out 'get on your knees and suck on my cock'. And then, I whisper to him? Another almost sobbing gasp from him, 'suck on my cock until I cum in your mouth'. 

I drop to my knees in front of him. His cock is jutting out, quivering with arousal. The head of his cock is just in front of my lips. The skin is gleaming in the pale light, beckoning to me. There is a drop of dew on the tip, slowly growing larger. I open my mouth and take his organ, careful not to touch the head of his cock. My lips press on the shaft near the base, my tongue cradling the organ in my mouth. The taste of his cock floods my brain, the faint taste of his essence, the flavor of his skin. I moan in pleasure to myself, on my knees with this hard cock in my mouth. Cock sucking paradise is mine once again. I hold him there in my mouth for a long moment, the two of us joined, mouth to cock. I feel him shudder against my hand on his hip. His cock pulses in my mouth, pulses again; this must be an agony of pleasure as I feel him pulse in my mouth yet again. I slowly draw my lips up the length of the shaft. I hear his intake of breath at the pleasure of my lips on his organ. I slide my lips all the way off and he groans in ecstatic pleasure as my lips slide over the head of his cock. I watch the shaft bobbing in the air, gleaming with moisture, the cock begging to return to the exquisite warmth of my mouth. I take just the head of his cock in my mouth and gently suck on it. I feel him stiffen and arch his hips forward. I release his cock and let it bob in the air for a moment, again admiring the lovely glistening shaft. I take him back into my mouth, again careful to not touch the head. I squeeze his cock in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the bottom of the shaft. I hear him moaning with pleasure, his cock straining and pulsing in my mouth. I reach a hand up and caress his balls with my fingertips, just stroking the skin. He moans in pleasure and emits a heartfelt cry, 'oh, oh oh oh'. 

I press my lips on the shaft and begin sliding up and down on the shaft. His cock stiffens rock hard and I hear a sharp inhalation. I grab a handful of his balls in my hand and squeeze. I slide my lips up and down on the shaft faster, and then faster. I feel his whole body go tense. I slam my face against his belly, forcing the head of his cock into my throat. I hold it there and hear him cry out. At the same instant I feel him ejaculate into my throat, the semen bursting out and flowing down my throat. I gasp in delight as I feel his cock jerking in the constricting grip of my throat, his climax bursting, his semen flowing. I withdraw his cock from my throat and hold him in my mouth. My eyes are tearing from the strain and my own breath is short from the effort and the thrill. I slowly caress the shaft with my lips, drawing the last bit of semen and pleasure from his shaft. And I thrill to the achievement of the cock suckers ambition, to drain his cock, to empty his balls, to swallow his cum, to take his manhood and make it my own. 

After a long repose which I am in no hurry to end, his cock has softened and I withdraw. I rise and lean back against the opposite wall. And there he is, his pants down around his ankles, his shoulders sagging in spent exhaustion, and his drooping cock no longer the magnificent specimen. I open the door and depart to leave him to recoup in private. 

I stride down the hall on the way to the movie theater when I see the delivery garbed fellow studying the inventory of films. I pause and look at him for a moment and then slide into an open booth, leaving the door open behind me. I wait for a moment and like clockwork, delivery enters the booth, closing the door behind him. He is all business and immediately unfastens and drops his drawers to his ankles. It is thrilling to be this clear and relaxed in one's desires and interests. He just wants a blowjob and then he will be on with his day. I reach out my hand and grasp his organ. He is full and within a moment of my caressing with my hand, he is solidly hard. I descend to my knees and before me is a beautiful specimen, average length, a bit narrow, and a splendid straight round shape. I lean forward and start with a teasing caress of the head of his cock with my lips. I swirl my tongue over the head and lick the sweet spot. His cock responds with the most delicious pulsing in reaction to my ministrations. I marvel yet again how wonderful it is to suck on a cock. The infinite variety of shapes and tastes, and the way the organ reacts to stimulation, all seemingly engineered to please the cock sucking devotee. 

I slide my lips down the length of the organ, the skin of his shaft marvelously smooth, almost as if it were a Rodin, carved from snow white granite. I tease the skin of his shaft with my lips, soft feathery caresses up and down the shaft. I lick the underside of his cock, delighting in the feel of his cock stiffen from hard to almost impossibly rigid in my mouth. I withdraw from his cock to let him cool for a moment. The beautiful shaft throbs in front of me, glistening from the moisture of my mouth. I slide my hands up the backs of his legs and over his ass cheeks, pressing his cock into my mouth. I moan in pleasure and arousal, there on my knees with his hard cock fully in my mouth. How gratifying I think to be here in this moment, sucking on this splendid cock. I slide my lips back and suck on just the head of his cock, teasing it in my lips, licking the tip and then the sweet spot under the head. Again I feel him stiffen and again I withdraw from his cock. I gaze at the shaft with the most profound longing, mesmerized by the throbbing of the organ. It beckons to me, hypnotic in the pulsing throbs. 

I look up at him for a moment. Standing there in front of me with his pants down, wrapped around his ankles, his erect cock jutting out. I extend my hand between his legs and cup his balls. I roll them in my hand as I look up at him. His cock pulses strongly from the pleasure of my hand caressing his balls. I take his cock back in my mouth. The sound in the room goes silent and my entire world becomes the hard cock in my mouth, throbbing, alive in my mouth. I press on the shaft and slide my lips up and down, just below the head of his cock. I feel him begin to stiffen again and resolve that this time I will pleasure him, bring him to ejaculation in my mouth. I think about consuming his seed, swallowing the life of him. I moan as I feel his rapidly mounting pleasure. I hear him sigh and his cock stiffens again. I know it will be only a moment before he climaxes in my mouth. I am vigorously bobbing my head, sucking on his cock, my lips pressing on the shaft. I lick the underside of the head of his cock and that does it for him. He groans loudly, arches his hips, and pulses strongly in my mouth, another strong throb, and then he ejaculates his semen into my mouth. His legs shake as he climaxes. His semen pours into my mouth and I begin to think that he must not have cum in a month; such is the volume of semen from him. 

I kneel there in front of him for a long time with my mouth holding his cock. I reflect that I never tire of this sweet repose, the slowly deflating cock bathing in a mouthful of ejaculated semen. His semen has an earthy taste, and there is a lot to taste as I do not recall ever receiving quite such a mouthful. Eventually he withdraws from my mouth and his cock, now much diminished flops down. I look up at him with his now deflated cock hanging down between us, and I swallow his cum. The sensation flows over me again that I have consumed his essence, the very manhood of him. As I rise, I reflect on the profound feelings of cock sucking, that one is the larger and better for it, for having taken that glorious organ in one's mouth, for having swallowed and consumed the seed of another. I am deeply moved, not for the first time and I am certain not for the last. I have sucked a cock, taken its essence in my mouth, swallowed the soul, and made it my own. I am leaving the room with it, having taken it from him.

I leave the room and go to the movie theater. The two companions were a glorious, enervating experience. But now I am looking forward to a couple of hours of an old and much cherished pastime. I pay my modest fee and enter the theater, as usual stumbling around for a bit until I can see. Eventually I find a seat and commence my private pleasure. There is no one in my proximity and I quickly disrobe from the waist. I am already aroused from the two cock sucking sessions so it takes no time at all to be fully hard. I love porn and the films do not disappoint. The film genre are girls taking it in the ass and this has become a favorite of mine, so I enjoy the films thoroughly. There is a broad mix of scenes including a single couple, several men and one girl, and multiple men and girls. I particularly enjoy the double penetration scenes and the close-up and slow motion scenes of the cock working away in the girl's holes. The sight of an oversized hard cock sliding in and out of a rectum is exhilarating. And in the present case, I watch a DP scene with constant thrilling flashbacks to my recent experience with Alice and Mike. Except in this case, both of the men come to a glorious climax, one in each hole. And as the cum drips out of the model on the screen, I come to my own glorious climax in my seat. 

Such is the addictiveness of porn that however exhausting one's climax might be, there are a limitless supply of porn performers, all eager to make their appearance on the screen. It is like a sex partner who never tires. Porn is always eager to engage one in incredible sex in the seemingly infinite variety of subjects, sizes, and shapes. And so I have the most wonderful afternoon, playing with my cock nonstop while watching porn, reaching several long delayed intense climaxes, the porn reviving my interest after just a short time of repose. Eventually I have seen all of the films and it is time to go. I consider going home immediately but as I walk out of the theater and pass the video booth hall, I cannot resist a short detour, just to have a look I tell myself.

And of course I do look. It is the end of the work day and there is the anticipated end of day stop of men on their way home. In an hour or two they will be home with what they believe is little hope of sex. So here they are, hopeful for a commuter blowjob. I do not intend to make a night of it on my knees, but I convince myself that a public service would delay my departure by only a few minutes and so I look for a candidate. My search is not lengthy as there is a businessman in a suit giving me a hard look. I enter a room, leaving the door open. As I expect, I immediately have company. Before I have the door closed, he has his cock out and he is erect. Obviously he has been thinking about this with enthusiasm and he is more than ready. This is one of the unending charms of anonymous male sex. We have not spoken a single word and yet here we are, cock and mouth about to join in rapturous union. 

I sink to my knees in front of suit and his cock is right in front of me, an inch from my lips. He has a very nice specimen, long and of average girth, with a slight drooping curve. I reach a hand up and caress the bottom of the long shaft with the backs of my fingertips. The cock jerks at my touch. I use my fingers to hold the cock up and I slide my lips over the shaft. The feel of his cock in my mouth and the taste of him are lovely. I luxuriate just holding his cock in my mouth, squeezing the organ gently in my mouth, cradling the shaft in my tongue. If I could shout that I love cock sucking without withdrawing my mouth from his cock, I would certainly do so now. I slowly withdraw down the length of his cock, my lips pressing on the shaft. I lick the bottom of the shaft, caressing the sweet spot under the head. I hold the shaft up with my fingers and lick the sweet spot, enjoying the reaction of the cock to my caresses, the jerking pulse to each of my licks. I slide my lips over the head of his cock and gently suck on the head, swirling my tongue around the head, pressing my lips on the head and sucking. I wrap my fingers around the shaft and pump on it while holding the head of the cock in my mouth. I pump slowly on it at first, gradually increasing speed. 

I can taste the essence of him in my mouth. I hear his soft murmurs of pleasure. 'Yes, suck me, ohhhh, suck on me'. Suck on me he says, the personal characterization. On that we perfectly agree; I am sucking the life out of him through his cock. I assume he wants to talk like this while his wife blows him as I am certain that he is in full fantasy mode. I remove my hand from the cock and slide my lips down the length of the shaft. He has the perfect cock for throat fucking, long and down curve shaped. I have the head of his cock at the entrance to my throat. I am certain that he can feel it there. I press against him and the head of his cock slowly slides into my throat. I hear him inhale sharply at this sensation. I withdraw and take a deep breath. And I slide onto his cock again, taking his cock into my throat. I hear him cry out in pleasure. I slide slowly up and down on his shaft, the head of his cock fucking into my throat. He is gasping and moaning in pleasure and he puts his hands on my head. He cries out 'yes, oh god yes, oh, oh, oh'. I withdraw, take a deep breath and slide my throat back onto the head of his cock. I press my face against his belly. He groans loudly with the most profound plea that I not stop. I fuck my throat on his cock, sliding on and off of it again and again. 

I feel him shaking from the pleasure. I wonder if he has ever done this, had a throat fuck blowjob. His cock is perfectly shaped for this exercise and he feels delicious in my mouth and throat. I withdraw and take a deep breath and then immediately return to throat sucking on his cock. We are both moaning with pleasure now as I slide my throat on and off of his cock shaft. I hear him gasp out, 'oh I am going to cum, oh oh oh'. I decide that I want to feel him splash in my mouth. I withdraw his cock from my throat and wrap my hand around the bottom of the shaft. I have the head of his cock in my mouth. I begin vigorously pumping on the shaft with my hand while sucking on the head. I pump as fast as I can on the shaft and press with my lips. I hear him gasp loudly and feel him stiffen. This is one of the supreme moments for a cock sucker. It is always the same and yet always different, that moment when you know that the cock is going to burst its semen. No two oral climaxes have ever been exactly the same. I have my lips pressing firmly on the shaft just below the head of the cock, pumping furiously on the shaft with my fingers. I hear a long moan of ecstasy and feel the first jet of his cum burst into my mouth. I moan loudly, the combination of the pleasure of the cock sucker, the triumphant and the sheer undiluted enjoyment of the moment. I hold his cock in my mouth and slow my pumping on the shaft. My mouth fills with his semen and I moan with each pulsing emission. 

Eventually his climax ends and we enter the bliss of repose. I remain on my knees with his cock in my mouth. I feel him gradually relax, his cock slowly deflating in my mouth, bathed in his semen. I enjoy the taste and texture of his cum in my mouth. He touches my head and I withdraw from his cock, standing and leaning back against the opposite wall. We look at each other, me with my mouth full of his semen, and he with his half deflated cock hanging out. I hear him say, 'god that was good'. I nod and as we look at each other, I swallow his cum. I reflect again on swallowing the semen of another, his loss readily apparent in the specter of his deflated cock and his semen that I have just swallowed. But the cock sucker knows that it is more than the semen. I have swallowed his essence and his manhood.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 14



Chapter 14. 

In which our hero takes a stroll in the park. 

After my stop in the park on the way home from my training ride discussed in chapter 10, the park became a subject of interest on subsequent training rides. The park was often on the way home from a ride and when it was not, I often did a minor detour in order to ride by and often to stop. Occasionally I would see a police squad car parked in the parking lot and would always stop on those occasions to chat with the police officer. Twice it was officer B who would invariably address me in his familiar jocular manner, 'hey kid, how is it hanging?', or some similar crude reference. Officer B had several times called with a proposition similar to the party. But the details were such that I declined; fearing the inevitable that someone I knew socially would be in attendance. I would invariably put B off on the grounds of being busy but encouraged him to call me in the future. He would invariably invite me into his squad car but I felt a strong self-defense reason to decline after our business relationship, and I had no interest in becoming known as a police department cock sucker, and particularly not officer B's cock sucker. 

The park turned out to be an ongoing meeting place for men looking for a hookup. Occasionally there was evidence in the form of vacant cars that the assignation occurred in the park itself. And I was occasionally propositioned for such an encounter. But the risks described in chapter 10 were all too real and so I declined these invitations as being excessively risky. I suppose some may enjoy a blowjob in the urinal or in the woods with the risk of being compromised adding to the excitement, but that level of excitement is beyond my limit. And besides, there are insects in the woods. And police officers in the urinals.

So it is a beautiful day and I have completed one of my several times weekly brutal training rides. My route home takes me by the park and I ride into the parking lot. This is a good place to stretch, have some drink, and use the urinal. It is not unusual to find cars in the parking lot and that is the case today. The hook-up seekers invariably back into the parking space so that they can observe arrivals. In the present case, I can see that the car is occupied by a man sitting behind the steering wheel. I complete my urinal exercise, stretch a bit, and sit on a bench with my drink bottle and an energy bar. Eventually the car driver exits his car and walks over. We chat for a bit and it is clear that he is looking for a hook-up. He is an attractive man in his mid-30s, dressed in a business suit. I have speculated more than once that laborers do not have time to be gay as they are too busy working for slave labor wages. My companion eventually asks if I might like to join him for a coffee or something. Feigning naiveté, I ask where he had in mind. He responds that he lives nearby and that we could put my bicycle in his trunk. 

We shortly arrive at his home and he parks his car in his garage. I take the time then to remove the bicycle from the trunk and leave it against the wall in the garage. We enter his home and it is apparent that the dwelling is shared by a woman and children, I assume his family. This is shortly confirmed when I ask if he is sure his wife will not be home any time soon. Of course it is not my wife that will interrupt and short of a violent reaction, the outraged wife is his problem. He excuses me for a quick shower to recover from the effects of riding a bicycle uphill. I exit the bathroom clothed only in a towel and I find him in a similar state of nudity in the bedroom. I discard the towel and we retire to the bed. He congratulates me on my ripped physique, the inevitable outcome of excessive training miles accompanied by the near starvation diet common to elite level bicycle racers. His physique would be considered attractive with the tan lines of a good deal of time spent on golf courses. 

My companion and I kiss and caress for a long time, the languor of it all so sensual that we are both aroused and erect. My companion takes a keen interest in my cock, touching, fondling, and handling with unrestrained enthusiasm. He restrains me from more than the occasional caress of his organ, although to be sure he is firmly interested. He has a lovely cock of average dimensions and he is quite hard. Eventually it becomes clear that his desire is that I lay back and let him enjoy himself on my body. And to that end, he slides down so that he is kissing and licking my breasts and belly while all of the time caressing and stroking with his hands. The touching of his hands is non-stop and comprehensive; my belly, my thighs, my buttocks, my cock, my balls, and eventually he slides a hand under my balls and finds my rectum hole. He teases and strokes my rectum hole and eventually attempts to slide a finger in. This finger fucking is not something that I really enjoy and in any case if the point is to arouse me, he has already accomplished that objective. I lean up and caress his face, and ease any doubt in his mind by telling him that I am looking forward to the real thing while at the same time pulling his fingers away from my rectum and ease them up to my balls and cock. 

He has been playing with my cock since the very beginning, clearly not with any interest in bringing me to climax as his technique has been the feathery touch and caress. I have much appreciated his restrained skill as I am rock hard and yet I want this to go on for my enjoyment and not a climax. So we are of like mind and his lovely fondling and caressing go on and on. He brushes the backs of his fingers on my shaft, licks and sucks on the skin of my belly, squeezes my balls, his fingers and hands and lips seemingly everywhere in the most delightful and arousing embraces. I am driven almost mad with pleasure as he takes my cock in his mouth while at the same time placing a restraining arm across my legs so that I cannot thrust. He then withdraws from my cock and performs the most exquisitely pleasurable licking of my cock shaft. I am moaning with pleasure. He caresses the skin on my thighs and combines this with licking and mouthing the shaft of my cock far away from the head. It is all maddeningly pleasurable and I am moaning and cannot lie still, such is the intensity of his efforts and my reaction to them. He returns to the most delicate sucking on the head of my cock and I find myself digging my heels into the bed and arching my hips up, trying to drive my cock into his mouth, all the while emitting the most heartfelt sounds of pleasure. He manages my rolling and thrusting with complete calm all the while continuing his caressing and teasing, driving me to utter distraction.

I have assumed all along that he wants to fuck me. We are at the point that he is going to do just that or let me cum. Or I am leaving. I tell him now, fuck me now. He looks up at me while continuing to stroke and caress with his fingers. I am struck at how skillful he is at using just the right amount of pressure on my skin to drive me mad with pleasure and yet not close to the edge of climax. The caressing of my thighs and buttocks is particularly enervating. I reach now and pull on his shoulder to urge him up. Please I tell him, do it now. He finally moves, parts my legs and positions himself. He pulls on a condom and I raise my legs and arch my hips up to him. I feel the head of his cock at my rectum hole. I urge him on in the most graphic language, 'do it, fuck me, fuck me hard', as I am beyond aroused. I feel him push in and I emit a moan of pleasure. I reach up and grab his shoulders to pull him down on top of me, his arms sliding behind my knees to hold my legs up. He settles on top of me and I am overwhelmed with the intensity of him pressing on me. I feel him pressing his pelvis against my ass and his cock filling me. My own cock, rock hard, is trapped between our bellies. I moan under him, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and squeeze my legs against him. 

As I lay under him, I am rocking my hips to him, encouraging him to fuck me. We are cheek to cheek and I whisper to him, 'do it, fuck me, fuck me hard'. I am so aroused that I want a battering fuck, to be fucked not on the bed but through it. I feel him pull almost out and then push back into my rectum. He pauses for a moment and then repeats this exercise, pulling partially out and then pushing back in. As I lay there I consider again the dilemma of a woman at the mercy of a partner who can never seem to quite do the right thing. But in this case, I need have no fear as he pulls partially out and then drives himself back in and begins fucking me, slowly at first but then with increasing energy and force. I respond enthusiastically with cries of genuine pleasure which quickly reach the level of rapture. His cock is driving into me and with each thrust; I am driven down under him into the bed below me. As I rebound off of the mattress he is there to meet with a loud smack as his pelvis meets me and drives me back down again. I am overwhelmed with the sensation that he is driving his entire body into me. I cling to him, my arms and legs wrapped around him and my hips arched up to receive his thrusts. The room fills with the sounds of us fucking. The steady smack, smack, smack of our bodies meeting with each thrust, my cries of pleasure, genuine ecstatic pleasure that I want to go on and on, and his grunts of effort reflecting that most elemental of the male, on top, strong and powerful, riding his conquest, triumphantly fucking his manhood into the conquest pinned under him. 

We continue for what seems forever, his steady fucking into me, the sounds echoing off of the walls, the smell of his skin, his breathing in my ear. I am rocking and rolling my hips under him massaging my swollen cock against his belly. I am leaking like a sieve and so my cock is bathed in the most exquisitely pleasurable mix of my juice and the sweat from our skin. I am in no rush for him to finish, indeed the experience is so pleasurable that I am trying desperately to climax just like this. I am rolling and thrusting my hips in unison with his thrusting into my rectum but at the same time trying to fuck my cock between our bellies. I can feel the cum boiling inside me, ready to burst out. If I could touch my cock, I would instantly climax. But I cannot reach it and so the maddening caressing of my cock between our bellies goes on with my climax almost within reach, accompanied by my gasps, moans, and oaths of pleasure. He raises his head and looks down at me. He leans down to kiss me, voluptuously, all the while continuing his steady fucking rhythm. I feel him roll his belly against mine as we kiss and the sensation is enough to cause my cum to burst out of my cock. I emit a long wail of rapturous ecstasy as I climax between our bellies, pulling desperately on his shoulders to hold him pressed against me. My spasms go on and on, all the while his cock driving into my rectum in relentless thrusting. 

My breathing slowly returns to normal and I can feel the flood between our belles from my climax. I urge him now to finish. I whisper to him, 'hammer me with it'. He groans and begins to thrust harder. I whisper, 'that's it, harder, hammer me with your iron hard cock, fuck me harder'. Another loud groan from him and he slams into me, a huge smack filling the room as he lands against me. I whisper, 'yes, god yes do it, hurt me with it, harder'. The effect of these words is immediate. He rises up and looks down at me and begins lunging into me. I cry out 'yes, that's it, harder'. He withdraws part way and lunges with the full force of his body into me. There is an explosion of sound as he impacts against me and he drives me deep into the bed. I cry out more encouragement and he continues lunging into me for a minute or perhaps two. He is bellowing all the while and it is clear that he is in rapturous ecstasy, unrestrained to fuck as hard as he can, at his will. I am crying out that he not stop and then he gives a great shout and turns rigid. He emits the most heartfelt whimpers as he ejaculates his manhood into my rectum, his pelvis jerking as he is racked by the spasms of his climax. 

He holds himself up, looking down at me, his breathing ragged from the effort, my arms around his shoulders, my hands caressing his skin. I squeeze on his cock still imbedded in my rectum and receive a grateful expression of blissful pleasure on his face. Eventually he pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed next to me, giving off a great exhalation. After a bit, I ask him if he needs me to leave and he responds that he has some time and that there is no rush. The fuck has been spectacular for me and I believe for him. But we lay there together in some awkward silence. Eventually I ask him if he enjoyed being encouraged to fuck hard at the end. He responds that it was one of the most intense fucks he has ever had and he enjoyed it thoroughly. We chat at some length from that point. I ask him about his interest in men and how it is going physically with his wife. He answers that truthfully it is not going very well and that he has performance problems with his wife. She knows nothing about his sexual interest in men. He reflects that in truth, their sex life has never been very good, always seemed to be awkward and at odds with interests, timing, techniques, etc. But he does not want to lose his children so does not want to divorce. 

I comment that I found his foreplay skill to be fantastic, as well as his skill in the act. He thanks me and responds that he has very little of a sex life these days, doing hook-ups only when he cannot stand to do without any longer. So he spends a lot of time daydreaming about sex. For his part, both the foreplay and the act could have gone on forever as it will probably be a long time before he has another opportunity. I ask him if he has time to go again. I reach down and slide my hand over his cock and feel him swell in response to my touch. I take this to mean yes. I slide down and drape myself over his legs, his cock just in front of my face. I cup his balls in my hand and slide my lips over the head of his cock. I hear him murmur with pleasure. I slide my lips slowly up and down on his shaft. I tease and lick the head of his cock as I press and slide my lips slowly up and down on the shaft of his cock. There is only the sound of a clock ticking somewhere in the room to accompany our delicate play. I caress his balls with my fingertips, stroking the skin of his balls, gently scraping my fingernails on the skin. 

I hear him murmur in pleasure from above me and feel his hand touch my head in a gesture of encouragement. I continue to slowly suck on his cock and it is my intention to finish him just like this, slowly sucking until he climaxes in my mouth. He tastes delicious and he has returned to an exquisite hardness as I suckle. I caress and tease the head of his cock with my tongue. I lick the sweet spot under the head, all the while gently squeezing his balls. He is by now slowly arching and thrusting his hips up to my mouth and it is clear that we are both enjoying this immensely. But then I hear him from above ask me if I would let him fuck me again. It is almost a plead to let him fuck again. I take my mouth off of his cock and look up at him. I observe that he seems to be enjoying this and ask if he does not want this. He looks down and reassures me that he is enjoying this immensely but that it has been forever since he has held someone in his arms and wants to repeat the effort now that he has the opportunity, if I will let him. I slide my lips over the head of his cock and take him deeply in my mouth, squeezing on his cock. I withdraw and look at him again. I tease my fingertips on the sweet spot of his cock and feel him stiffen in response. I wrap my fingers around his cock shaft and gently squeeze and pump, all the while looking at him. 

I tell him that he can have what he wants but only if he does not worry about hurting me, that I want him to take me as he likes. In truth, he is not big enough to hurt me and while I would prefer to suck on his cock, I have no objection to another fuck and I am curious to see the unrestrained technique. He wastes not a minute climbing aboard, pinning my legs back and pressing the head of his cock to my rectum hole. He is rock hard as he slides into me and emits a gasp of pleasure as his pelvis presses against my ass. His hands are on the bed on either side of my shoulders, his arms fully extended, holding my legs up, my ass held arched up. He is looking down at me and pressing his pelvis against my ass. I don't know what he is thinking but guess that he is again thinking about not hurting me. I look at his face and tell him that I want him to hammer me. He emits what sounds almost like a howl and presses firmly against me, rocking his hips to press his cock inside of me. I feel him inside, rock hard, straining in my rectum.

He pulls partially out and begins fucking me in earnest. Not gentle like before, but with a fast pace and furious lunging thrusts. Each thrust is not just his cock penetrating my rectum, but his entire body driving into me. He grunts with each lunge and it is like an athlete grunting so as to summon the full energy of his body into the motion. There is a loud crashing sound each time we come together and my entire body shudders from the impact as I am driven down into the bed, only to recoil and then he slams in and against me again. I look up at him and his face is set in grim determination. His hips are working like machine pistons, driving into me with relentless energy and force. His mouth is open and he is panting and grunting with the effort. He is not looking at me but rather off in dreamland someplace, totally focused on the task at hand, fucking all of his male life-force into the body under him. 

Each time he lands on me, the impact is so forceful that he partially drives the air out of my lungs. His lunges then have the effect that I am panting a gasping reaction to each driving thrust. It is not at all erotically sexual for me but I am thoroughly enjoying this all the same. The spectacle is beyond words, all of the energy he is putting into this, his seemingly blind unwavering focus on fucking, almost primordial, fucking to plant his seed. I begin to encourage him, swept up in the spectacle and the raw display of male energy and power. With each lunge I gasp out encouragement, 'uh, uh, uh, yes, don't stop, harder'. 

He stops fucking for a moment and presses hard against me, rocking his hips. He emits a soulful oath of enjoyment as he rocks his hips. And then he resumes fucking, driving his cock into my rectum. He repeats this several times, pausing and pressing hard, accompanied by expressions of great pleasure, and then resumes his hard fucking. I have my hands on his arms, holding on while he rides me. He collapses down on my chest and drives his arms under me, his strong hands cupping my ass cheeks. His face is pressed against mine and I feel and hear his ragged breath. Holding my ass cheeks in his hands he begins short, intense driving thrusts into my rectum. His pace is fast and becomes increasingly frantic, his cock relentlessly driving into me. I hear him groaning loudly from both the pleasure and the intensity of his effort. I whisper to him, 'yes, don't stop, do it'. He responds with a loud growl and fucks even harder for a moment before going rigid on top of me. He drives his hips down on me with an incredibly powerful lunge and with his hands grasping my ass cheeks tightly, holds me pressed up against him with his cock buried in me. He gasps out a shout as he ejaculates into my rectum, all the while holding me pressed as hard against him as he can manage. 

I hold him there with my arms wrapped around his shoulders. He grips my ass cheeks in his hands pressing me strongly up against him. His shudders on top of me go on and on. He emits a long string of gasps as he completes his climax, his breath ragged from the intense effort. And then I am stunned by what I perceive as a sob from him. This goes on for some minutes as I realize that he is having an intense emotional reaction. I say nothing but continue to hold him in my arms and allow him his death grip on my ass cheeks so that we remain locked together. Eventually he pulls off and lies down on the bed next to me. I ask if he is okay and he responds with 'thank you, that was wonderful', and then adds that I had better go. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 14



I leave him to the bed and retrieve my still damp riding clothes. I return to tell him that I am leaving. He thanks me again and I depart down the stairs and out to the garage. I open the garage door, mount my bicycle, and pedal home.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 15



My wife and I are to attend the opera in Cle** and as this is a bit of a drive, we decide to make a weekend of it. My wife has a girlfriend living there and informs me that she and the girlfriend will spend the day Saturday shopping and hanging out. That leaves me a free day and I have researched to find some places where I might find some sport.

I arrive at the video shop and find the typical front room of magazines, videos and various sex related paraphernalia. The doorway into the video area reveals the typical warren of narrow hallways. But an unusual feature of this facility is that several of the rooms are large, roughly fifteen feet by ten. The rooms are designed to accommodate several people and the viewing area has a long half height glass window behind which the scene is displayed. I have a look through the rooms and find that one of the large rooms is playing straight porn and gay in the other. I spend a bit of time in the straight room and customers, all men, come and go. I am an ardent devotee of porn and enjoy a wide variety of material. But large artificial breasts and garish clothes are not in my list of entertaining things to watch, and so depart for more entertaining fare.

I go over to the gay room and find it occupied by several men. I note that there is a basket of condoms attached to the wall at the entrance so there seems to be little ambiguity about what happens in this room. The scene that is playing is hot with a guy spread eagled on top of another, mounted on his cock. The fellow on top is rock hard and he is being machine like pistoned from below, his own cock standing tall, quivering from the assault. The scene has the rapt attention of the viewers, including myself. It is not possible to enjoy gay porn and not find the scene arousing and I note that several of the men are rubbing their cocks through their jeans. The inevitable in such a situation is that men are a mix of shy, so the groping is subtle, a hand in a pocket, and blatant, intended to both enjoy and show off. And of course inevitably, the bolder attempt to grope their neighbors.

Eventually I see that two of my neighbors are pressed close together with a zipper pulled down and a hand inserted. I fend off a couple of groping hands as I did not come here for that, at least not yet. It is clear from the movement that the two are having a wonderful time. Soon, the hand inside the zipper evolves to the cock sticking out of the zipper and the groping hand ardently caressing the shaft. The fellow with his cock out is held close to his lover by an arm around the waist. I look around the room and note that all of us are watching the pair. I find myself greatly admiring the technique being applied to the cock. His fingers lightly brush and caress the skin. He uses the backs of his fingers to great effect stroking up and down the length of the shaft, both on top and underneath. The lovely hard shaft bobs and jerks to the attention. There are few sights lovelier than a hard cock and the organ on display for all of us to see is breathtaking. The masturbator is fully aware of the effect on the rest of us, occasionally allowing the organ to bob and weave untouched, I have no doubt to both allow the owner to cool for a moment but also to show off the lovely cock. He then slides his fingers around the shaft, a gentle squeeze and pump, and then back to his mesmerizing finger work on the organ. 

So taken was I watching the lovely handwork that I had not noticed the evolution of activity on the other side of the masturbation scene. I now look over and see that there is a fellow on his knees surrounded by three men. The positions are such that I cannot see what is going on but of course it requires little in the way of imagination. I move around the masturbating lovers and join the quartet at the end of the room. Three men are standing around a kneeling man who has the cock of the center fellow in his mouth and is bobbing his head enthusiastically. One of the gazers has his cock out and is holding it in his hand and the other is fingering his member through his jeans. When I look to my right I watch the masturbating couple and when I look to my left, a lovely blowjob is in progress with two fellows who appear to be waiting their turn. It looks like cock heaven to me.

As the fellow with his cock out is closest to me, I kneel and give a slight push on his hip to get his attention, and persuade him to turn toward me. He does so and when he sees me, he removes his hand from his cock and I take the full organ in my mouth. I feel him give a small shudder from the pleasure of his hard cock entering my mouth. I hold him there for a bit, savoring the feel of his engorged cock in my mouth, the taste of his skin, the flavor of his essence. I reach up and tug on his belt to indicate that I want him to drop his pants. He does so immediately and I am greeted by his bare belly and his full balls hanging down between his legs. While holding his member in my mouth I caress over his belly, his bare ass cheeks, and his thighs. I look over at my neighbor who I find is looking at me, the two of us, kneeling in front of hard cocks, supplicating together, both of our cock owners nude from the waist, rock hard organs jutting out. 

I slide my lips slowly up and down the length of his cock. He has a lovely organ, an average length and lovely round girth, a bit larger than average. The shaft is elegantly smooth with not a detectable ripple. He tastes faintly of a sweet bath soap. I reach up and cup his balls in my hand, rolling them in my fingers while I hold him steady with my other hand on his hip. All the while I am slowly drawing my lips up and down the length of the shaft. His cock is mesmerizing, long and beautifully hard in my mouth. I love the feel of him in my mouth. I lick the underside of the shaft and receive a gratifying throb and stiffening of his organ. I let him go and move my head back just a bit. The cock is sticking straight out, glistening from my mouth, bobbing from the excitement of bathing in my mouth. I look over to my neighbor and see that he is deep throating his cock, his face pressed into the belly of the owner. I immediately do the same, forcing the head of the cock into my throat. I grasp his ass cheeks in my hands and pull, suggesting that he fuck my mouth. He takes my head in his hands and thrusts his hips. I feel the cock head sliding in and out of my throat, his bare belly pressing against my face.

I withdraw again and take a deep breath. The cock is bobbing and throbbing in the air in front of me and I can only assume that he found the pressure so intense that he might well have climaxed had I continued a moment or two longer. But that is not yet my game. I look over at my neighbor and see that he has also withdrawn. So the two cocks, both rigidly hard, are bobbing and weaving in the air. My neighbor and I look at each other and he gestures at my cock owner. I immediately get the message and he and I quickly switch places. I take the cock in front of me in my mouth and squeeze it firmly in my mouth. I moan at the outrageousness of this sharing of the two cocks between us, group cock sucking in a public space. There are now several men standing around watching the two of us. I suck greedily on my new cock, lips pressing hard, my mouth bobbing up and down on the shaft. I reach up and cup his balls in my hand, squeezing his balls in my fingers, milking the cum. 

As I am mouthing his cock, I feel a hand on my arm pulling on me and my hand is quickly placed on a hard cock. I squeeze the offered cock in my hand and find it rigid, the owner no doubt brought to this state by the visual display of cock sucking put on by my colleague and myself. I pull on the cock in my hand to urge the owner closer. I pump on the cock with my hand, all the while bobbing my mouth on the lovely hard cock in front of me. The cock is beautifully ribbed and I can feel each ripple in the shaft as my lips slide up and down over the organ. I lick the underside of the shaft and feel him deliciously stiffen in my mouth. I hold the cock in my mouth squeezing and caressing the head with my tongue. I feel a hand on my head and I look up to find the cock owner in my mouth urging my mouth over to the cock in my hand. I withdraw and move my mouth over to the other cock, engulfing him in my mouth in one smooth swallow. I bob my head vigorously on the cock while now pumping my hand on the just abandoned organ, the shaft deliciously slick from my mouth. I alternate between the two cocks, sucking vigorously on one until I feel him stiffen, and then immediately switching to the other cock, repeating my efforts until he stiffens. I have no doubt that the two cock owners are watching the display, gloriously hard cock being sucked right in front of them, first their own and then the cock of their neighbor. 

I can say for my part that I could have continued this effort all day with the two cocks, using all of my variety of cock sucking techniques alternately on the two organs. But what cock owner could withstand this stimulation for any length of time, such is the overwhelming arousal afforded by watching a cock being sucked and having one's own cock pumped and sucked. Too soon, my cock owner makes clear that the end for him has arrived. I feel his hands on my head and he begins thrusting his cock into my mouth. I hold the other cock in my hand, squeezing and pumping as my mouth is fucked by the lovely hard shaft. I feel him shaking and I know that the end is imminent. My lips press on the lovely hard shaft as the organ slides in and out of my mouth. I note that the cock owner is doing all that he can to delay his climax and prolong the pleasure. He thrusts vigorously for a moment and then stops to soak, his legs shaking with the pent-up desire to climax. He then resumes thrusting, his cock sliding on my lips just past the head of his organ. He repeats this four or five times, the duration of soaking growing shorter and the shaking of his body more intense. Finally I feel his hands shake and his cock stiffens to rigidly hard. Time freezes for a few seconds with the cock in my mouth and then he bursts a flood of semen. I moan loudly as the cock fills my mouth with his semen, the ejaculation seeming to go on and on. 

I kneel there reposing on the cock as it throbs out the remains of his climax and pleasure. Meanwhile the owner of the cock in my hand is thrusting vigorously, no doubt stimulated by the specter of the climax he has just witnessed. I feel his hand on my head urging that I abandon the empty cock and return to his. His urgency seems all too real from the vigor of his hip thrusting and I am persuaded to do as he wishes. I withdraw with my mouth filled to overflowing with semen and saliva and immediately engulf the head of the cock in my hand. I hear a loud oath from above and the cock goes rock hard in my mouth. I begin vigorously licking the bottom of the shaft. I can feel him shaking and I reach up between his legs and cup his balls in my hand. I lift his balls with one hand and with the other I pump vigorously on his cock shaft. I lick furiously on the bottom of his cock. This lasts but a moment and I feel a huge burst of his semen in my mouth. I continue pumping on the shaft for another moment as he completes his ejaculation in my mouth. I then withdraw my hand from the shaft and allow him to repose, my tongue cradling his organ. The poor man is huffing and puffing to an extent that for several minutes I fear he may expire with his slowly deflating cock in my mouth. But eventually he calms down and then backs away to collapse against the opposite wall. 

I lean back against my wall and get my bearings back in order. I swallow my more than mouthful of semen. I look to my left and my cock sucking colleague is still there on his knees, now with an enormous black cock in his mouth. I watch for a few minutes and gaze up at the owner, a very large black man. I slide over to my colleague and plop my chin on his shoulder. He immediately gets the idea, takes the cock out of his mouth, and steers it to mine. The owner also gets the idea and begins fucking his cock into my mouth. The cock is very large and stretches my jaws. My colleague and I exchange that massive organ back and forth four or five times before I leave my colleague to his treasure. 

I stand and prepare to leave when I am approached by a couple that I had not noticed. Apparently they had noticed me as the girl pulls my head down, puts her mouth close to my ear and asks 'did you swallow his stuff?' I assume she refers to the recent ejaculation in my mouth. I look down at her and nod yes. She then stuns me by asking 'will you show me how to suck his cock?' She points at her companion. I should say at this point that the couple are a boy and a girl, that characterization referring to their age which I guess must stretch the legal barrier to entry to the video store. The girl is adorned with body piercings that leave me pondering the ones that I cannot see. I look over at the boy and observe that he has visited the same body decoration artist, topped with an avant-garde hairstyle. I look at her and nod yes, rather curious as to what will happen next. My curiosity is quickly satisfied as she reaches over to her companion and unfastens him. His specimen is displayed in all its glory although his organ is a bit short on the glorious. In any case he is certainly aroused and the girl and I both descend. I take his cock in my mouth and slide my lips up and down the shaft. While it might be on the small side, a hard cock is still delightful and I enjoy the hardness of his organ.

I place my lips at the base of the shaft and suck the length of the organ, withdrawing off of the end. After repeating this several times, I point the organ at her mouth, inviting her to take a turn. She tries but the boy almost immediately jumps back. I take his cock back in my mouth and suck pleasurably for several minutes. I withdraw and tell her not to touch with her teeth. She nods and has another try. She bobs her head vigorously for a moment while I coach her to slow down. I see her nod her head and she slows down. Eventually the boy jumps away again and I take his cock back in my mouth. I again suck on his organ with pleasure for a moment, the hardness of the shaft enervating. I take the cock out of my mouth and lick the underside, teasing the sweet spot under the head. I point the cock at the girl and tell her to do that with the cock in her mouth. Again the effort lasts for just a moment before he abruptly withdraws.

I take him again and pleasurably slide my lips up and down on the shaft. Then I take him completely in my mouth with the head of his cock just sliding into my throat. I hold him there until I sense him beginning to stiffen and then I withdraw. His lovely organ bobs in the air between the two of us. I point his cock at her mouth and she engulfs his organ again. She immediately slams he face against his belly only to suffer a gag reflex and immediately withdraw. As she retches, I tell her to take her time. I take the boy's organ in my mouth again and luxuriously slide my lips up and down on the shaft, teasing the underside of his cock with my tongue. My intention is to keep him hard and on the boil until she recovers and then let her have him. But to my surprise and without warning, he suddenly stiffens and immediately ejaculates in my mouth. 

There is nothing for it but to cradle his spurting cock with my tongue and let him finish in my mouth. The girl is kneeling next to me watching and waiting for her turn. Apparently it suddenly occurs to her that something has happened and she asks me if he came. I nod yes, while holding the reposing cock in my mouth. She jerks to her feet and screams at the hapless boyfriend. He jumps back, withdrawing his still full cock from my mouth. The girl takes a roundhouse swing and slugs him on the side of his face and then stomps out of the room. I rise and swallow the boy's semen. I look at him as he fumbles with his now much diminished cock, and I leave the video shop. It is past lunch and I am hungry.

An hour later I am post lunch, enjoying a pumpkin spice coffee, gazing out at the street as people of all sorts stroll by. I reflect on the events of the morning and consider yet again how sublimely majestic it is to suck a cock to climax. The mesmerizing erect organ; the throbbing shaft that beckons and demands one's mouth, the way the cock stiffens sharply just before the glorious ejaculation, and finally the flood of semen in one's mouth. And then I consider taking the seed, the very life essence of another, drinking it, swallowing it. I get hard sitting there just thinking about it. I resolve to go back to the video shop.

I walk in and go directly to the gay booth. As I walk in I am stunned to see my cock sucking colleague still there, only now he is leaning forward with his hands on the glass window and he is being briskly fucked in the ass. He nods to me in recognition. Apparently he has decided to make a day of it. There are several men in the booth and we all watch as the fucking goes on. I make my way past the couple to the end of the room. There are two men there, one touching himself through his jeans and the other with his cock out, stroking himself. As I walk over he removes his hand from his cock and I wrap my fingers around the shaft. I caress and tease the organ with my fingers, the shaft quickly becoming rock hard. I smear a drop of his dew over the head of his cock and the organ does an impressive throb at this new and pleasurable sensation. I tug on his belt to suggest that he drop his pants with which he immediately complies. 

I descend to my knees in front of him and gaze at the spectacle. His cock is rock hard, throbbing in anticipation. His balls are hanging down loosely between his legs. I caress my hand over his belly, lifting his shirt so that I can marvel at the splendor of the cock jutting out from the smooth bare skin. It is enough to take one's breath away. I lean forward and slide my lips over the head of his cock, taking him into my mouth. I just hold his cock in my mouth for a moment, the organ throbbing in its new home. The room goes silent as my entire world becomes the cock filling mouth. I slide my lips slowly up and down the shaft. I caress the underside of the cock with my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue on the sweet spot. I feel him stiffen in pleasure. I take my mouth off for a moment and gaze at the throbbing organ, bobbing, the head brushing my lips. I take the cock in my mouth, my tongue cradling the shaft. I squeeze the organ in my mouth, sucking on it. I sigh in blissful pleasure as I slide my lips up and down the full hard shaft. 

The owner has a magnificent specimen. The cock is a bit longer than average with a lovely full girth. The shape is a bit unusual, small at the head and then growing progressively larger to the base. I slide my lips slowly up and down the shaft, luxuriating in the feel of the shaft in my mouth. I reach between his legs and cup his balls in my hand, lifting them in the palm of my hand. I squeeze and roll them in my hand. I slide my lips down the shaft until I feel the head press into my throat. The unusual shape of his cock means that my mouth is stretched as I take the head in my throat. I feel him stiffen as the head of his cock penetrates my throat. I revel in having all of his cock in my mouth, kneeling there in front of him, cock sucking, I moan. He begins thrusting, his cock shaft sliding between my lips. I press my lips on the shaft. I feel his hand on my head and his thrusting quickens. I squeeze his balls, anticipating that he is going to come to a climax very soon. His thrusts accelerate to short rapid lunges and I feel him begin to shake. The ecstasy is upon both of us for this is the moment the cock sucker relishes, the feel of the cock in one's mouth in the final moments before climax. I feel the subtle pulsing of the organ in my mouth, the taste distinctly different as he leaks just a bit of his climax; the organ swells a bit and becomes rigid. The cock owner shakes as the wave of pleasure overtakes him. I wish I could slow time to a stop to enjoy these moments forever. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 15



A moment later he stiffens to rigid hardness, stops thrusting with his cock half in my mouth, and emits a loud groan. I wait, my mouth attached to his cock as he bursts out his semen. I squeeze down on his cock as he ejaculates in my mouth, the semen coming in a flood. He stands there for a long time, his cock soaking in my mouth, slowly deflating. I revel in my mouth full of his cock bathing in his cum. He withdraws and collapses back against the wall. I swallow his cum, the life essence of him. The cock sucking is completed. I feel strong and powerful. 

That night my wife and I attend the opera. As we settle into our seats, I look around and to my astonishment, I see my cock sucking colleague some rows distant. He is accompanied by an attractive woman. He looks over and we make eye contact and a small nod of recognition to a fellow traveler. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 16



Chapter 16. 

In which our hero renews binding old friendships. 

I look at my cell to see that I have a voice mail, and after listening to the message, I discover it is from Mike of Mike and Alice, chapter 12. It has been almost two months since the memorable party and show with Ted. I have not seen or talked to any of the participants of the party save for Officer B who I have seen a couple of times in the park. Officer B has tried to recruit me for another party but I have declined. I call Mike and he greets me fondly, telling me that Alice has not stopped talking about the party. Mike goes on to tell me that he is having a social event at his home and wants to know if I would be interested in attending. He adds that he hopes Ted would also attend and that Alice was very impressed with the show Ted and I performed. I tell him that I would need to review my schedule and talk to Ted. We discuss the financial issues and come to terms with roughly the fee Ted and I left the party with. I make clear that it is all up-front and we leave it that I will get back to him as soon as possible.

I have Ted's number; we exchanged before going into the party in case we needed to text or contact each other during the event. I call and leave a voice mail. And call again the next day and the next. I finally reach him and he is at first wary of why I am contacting him. Eventually he calms down as I describe the proposition from Mike, the dates and finances. I learn that his affection for Officer B has waned as that good man has attempted to recruit Ted for diminished wages. Ted suspects that the issue is B trying to get a larger percentage and Ted is reluctant to continue his association. Ted confides that he was fond of the occasional low-risk easy money. I reassure Ted that the money for the job I am proposing is all up-front and that we will spilt the fees. Ted agrees in principal, pending some additional detail about the job and the dates.

I call Mike back and confirm that Ted and I are available but that we want some understanding up-front about the job and the expectations. Mike is delighted and tells me that there will be two or three couples at most including he and Alice. There will only be Ted and I and he wants a show similar to what Ted and I did at the party. He suggests that there would be requests for private sessions with both of us and reassures me that Alice is very much looking forward to a renewal of our friendship. I confirm and I call Ted to confirm and fill in the details. It remains only for party day to arrive.

It turns out that I do not even need an excuse for party day as my wife has a trip planned to New York with girlfriends. I see her off Saturday morning and wish her a wonderful time with her chums. I manage to make it to the start time for my Saturday morning training ride and have a wonderful time myself. Some food, a nap, and some grooming places me on my motorcycle in the early evening on the way to the party. Ted and I have agreed to meet nearby and arrive together. We roll into the driveway at the appointed hour and Mike greets us fondly, welcoming us into his home. We are escorted into a home office and Mike is all business on the financial side where we are all quickly satisfied. Mike advises that there are three couples including he and Alice. While he is not certain how this will play out after the show, he expects that two of the couples will want a session, one with each of us and that the third may leave or may just want to watch. He asks if we would have any objection to their watching. Ted and I reassure him that we would have no objection. 

We meet and mingle for some time, all of the guests getting relaxed with various drinks. Ted and I confine ourselves to club soda as it promises to be a long night of work for us. Ted helpfully gives me a performance booster and takes one himself. Better to be safe than embarrassed for a refund as Ted advises. Ted and I spend a few minutes reviewing the show from last time and talking through the event upcoming. He also asks me about the session I did with Mike and Alice. I learn that his sessions were rather pedestrian so he is impressed with mine. We speculate as to the events of the evening. And then it is show time.

We have decided to dispense with the undressing and kissing since this is an all couples audience. Instead we will have a game of cock display and play. The game will involve Ted putting wrist and collar restraints with chains on me so that I cannot touch myself. We undress in a side bathroom and I help Ted to a state of erection. I need no such help as like the last time, I get hard every time I think about doing the show in front of spectators. We enter the show room together, both of us nude and erect, Ted carrying his bag of toys. There are three couches surrounding the low platform bed, each occupied by a couple. Mike and Alice are on the couch at the foot of the bed. There are lights on in the room, dimmed to a soft glow. A pleasant background music is playing. Ted and I enter the bed together. As I feel the audience stare at my nude body and erection on display, I experience the most intense erotic throb. We lie side by side leaning toward each other and we both begin touching and fondling the other, all in full display for the audience. This is for show as there is no interest in reaching a climax at this point in the evening. So we tease cocks with fingertips, we caress balls, we take a handful of a ball sack and pull and jerk on it to make the erect cock bounce and wave in the air. I find that Ted is particularly fond of this exercise and my hard cock spends a good deal of time being bounced and waved around.

Eventually Ted is upright on his knees with his hips arched out and his marvelous erection on glorious display. I am lying on the bed in front of him and the supposed intent is that I am to caress and play with his cock and balls in full display for the audience. I do touch and fondle him but with one hand, my other hand I very visibly use to caress and pump my own erect cock. Ted makes a great show of removing my hand from my cock and returning it to the attention of his cock. We repeat this over and over, while I make a show of pumping furiously on my cock between his interventions, emphasizing the pleasure in this by arching and thrusting my hips. He feigns displeasure and reaches for his bag of toys, extracting wrist and collar restraints and two lengths of stainless steel chain. He has me kneel upright on the bed facing the audience and he kneels behind me, reaching around to affix the restraints. When he attaches the chains, he extends my arms one at a time, pretending to check but in reality showing off to the audience that I have a good deal of length in the chains but just short of being able to reach my cock. All of this while I am fully erect and on display and my cock is bobbing and weaving in the air. 

The restraining toys in place, Ted makes a great show of teasing my cock. He wraps his fingers around the base of my cock and pumps vigorously on it. He lets go of the shaft and then bends the cock shaft down or up and let's go so that I bob up and down. He takes my balls in his hand and vigorously pulls them back and forth, making my erection flop wildly up and down. I am kneeling on the bed and the audience is staring at my slim smooth body and the full erection on display. It is actually a comfort that I cannot touch myself as this display in front of the audience is maddeningly arousing and I am clenching and throbbing uncontrollably. 

We return to the pre-restraint exercise of my playing with Ted. He lies down on the bed and positions me on my knees between his legs, caressing and stroking his cock with my fingers, rubbing my face on his cock, and caressing and squeezing his balls. I make a show of attempting to reach down to my cock to play with it but frustrated that the chain will not allow me to reach that goal. I arch my hips up and tug on the chain but to no avail, my hand cannot reach my cock. I pump my hips aggressively in frustration with my erect cock putting on a show of bouncing off of my belly and bobbing around in the air. Ted embarks on part two of the show by taking my head in his hands and attempting to slide his cock into my mouth. We put in a long parrying show of him rubbing his cock on my face, thrusting his cock at my mouth and missing the mark, and of him then wildly thrusting his hips with his cock bobbing around and bouncing off of his belly. Eventually Ted manages to hold my head still, get his cock positioned at my lips and he shoves his rock hard cock into my mouth, both of us emitting a great moan. 

We are finally joined; mouth and cock, and we enjoy our dance together. To be sure this is a show but we, Ted and I, are both cock sucking devotees and what better way to enjoy sucking cock than to do so in full display in front of an admiring audience. Ted holds my head in his hands and enthusiastically fucks my mouth with his cock. I apply little pressure on the shaft and so he is free to pump his cock into my mouth with as much vigor and force as he likes. Ted thrusts enthusiastically for some minutes and then abruptly pulls his cock out of my mouth. He thrusts his hips so his cock, wet from my mouth, bounces on his belly. Meanwhile I enjoy a brief respite from the mouth fucking and I wipe my eyes and mouth and gasp for breath. Ted then thrusts his cock back in my mouth and fucks furiously, again holding my head tightly as he thrusts. After a few minutes he again withdraws, turns, and shows off his wet glistening hard cock to the audience. Ted grabs my head and rubs my face on his cock. He thrusts his cock back into my mouth and fucks enthusiastically. Ted rolls us over so I am on my back and he is kneeling on either side of my head. He vigorously fucks his cock down into my mouth, his balls bouncing on my chin as he thrusts, the cock head driving into my throat. He withdraws his cock and leaves it wet and gleaming just above my mouth, again showing off his erection to the audience. Then he plunges back into my mouth and repeats his vigorous mouth fucking. Ted repeats this several times, thrusting into my mouth and then pulling the wet gleaming organ out for display. As he is mouth fucking me, I use my hands to try to limit his cock penetration into my mouth, but this is all show and he drives his cock in deeply. Each time he does so, I make a show of gasping for breath by thrusting my hips so that my erect cock bounces on my belly and flops around. 

Ted whirls around so that we are in a 69 position. He drives his cock back into my mouth and takes my cock in his. We both fuck as vigorously as we can, both of us grasping the ass cheeks of the other and wildly hip thrusting. We roll together, alternating on our sides and top and bottom as well as twisting around so that the audience gets a full display. The game is really quite a spectacle as the one on top gets to drive his cock down and deep throat while at the same time withdrawing from the cock below him and letting the one on bottom thrust his hips wildly with the erect cock bouncing and thrusting impotently in the air. Eventually I find myself on top near the end of the bed. I have Ted's cock in my mouth, soaking, while I look out at Mike and Alice, just a few feet in front of me. Alice has her eyes glued on me and I see that she is caressing Mike's exposed cock. 

I slide my mouth down on Ted's cock, taking the head in my throat and again soak on him. I feel him throbbing in my throat. I press my lips on his shaft and slowly draw off of him, my lips caressing the entire length of his magnificent cock. I hold his cock upright with my fingers as it throbs in the air, glistening from my mouth. I look around at the audience, all in rapt attention; as I lick the rock hard shaft. I take the head in my mouth and suck on it for a moment and then withdraw. I repeat this several times, sucking on the head of his cock and then letting it bob in the air, displaying the wonderful full organ for the audience. I look at Alice and slide my lips over the head of his cock, feather caressing the shaft with my lips. I feel Ted stiffen under me and arch his hips. I slowly descend the entire length, again sliding the head into my throat. I soak on his cock for a long moment, the shaft buried in my throat, all the while staring at Alice. I slide up and down on his cock, fucking the head into my throat. Ted arches his hips as I feel him throbbing in my throat. I slide my lips slowly up and down on the shaft of his cock. And I luxuriate in the eroticism of this, sucking a lovely cock in front of these people, all of them transfixed by the spectacle. 

Ted urges me off of him and we move the show to part three. I am kneeling, facing the audience and Ted kneels behind me. My cock is rock hard, jutting out in front of me. Ted has his hands on my hips and draws me back to him, my asshole pressing on the head of his cock. I feel him slide into my rectum, my own cock giving a decidedly pleasurable throb. I lean back against Ted and he wraps his arms around me, pressing his cock fully into my rectum. My cock is throbbing, almost painfully as he strains his shaft fully into me. I try to reach down and touch myself but the chains prevent reaching my cock. And So I present the vision to the audience of my cock jutting out from my bare belly, swollen and throbbing, my balls hanging down, Ted slowly fucking his own swollen cock into my rectum. I groan in genuine pleasure, both from the act of being fucked but even more so from the display we are putting on. I am so aroused that each time Ted presses fully into me, it feels like his cock is sliding into mine, swelling my cock to bursting. 

Ted thrusts slowly into me, pausing when he has fully penetrated and pressing hard against me. The effect is to lift my hips and my erect cock higher in the air. He holds my hips up high and fucks rapidly for a minute or two, caressing his cock in the walls of my rectum. He then pauses again, pressing hard into me. We repeat this over and over; a minute or two of rapid fucking followed by a long pause with my cock feeling like it will burst. Ted reaches around and brushes his fingers the length of my cock. I moan in ecstasy and try to thrust my cock against his teasing fingers. And then he returns to the rapid fucking of his cock into my rectum. I beg him to let me cum. He responds by pausing with his cock filling my rectum, his hands lifting my hips to display my throbbing cock. I am arching my hips out to the audience in clearly desperate need to cum. I occasionally try to reach down for my cock, straining as hard as I can against the chains. I audibly moan in a plea for help in my heartfelt misery of pleasure.

Ted lies back on his back, pulling me back with him. I am now spread-eagle on top of him with my legs spread wide and my elbows supporting me on either side of him. He puts his hands on my ass cheeks and lifts my hips up off of his belly. My cock is sticking straight up in the air. Ted then begins hard rapid fucking of his cock into my rectum. With each thrust, my cock bounces off of my belly. The room is filled with the sounds of fucking, the sharp smack, smack, smack of his belly slapping against my ass cheeks as he fucks his cock into me, and the splat, splat, splat of my hard cock bouncing off of my belly as he pistons his shaft into my rectum. I am gasping and moaning in genuine pleasure and I have the most intense fantasy of squirting my juice out of my cock in the full display of the audience. If only I could, if only I could reach down to touch my cock. I strain my hips up to the imaginary angel of blessed relief to take this terrible load of pent up cum out of my balls, give me some mercy, let me explode my semen out of my balls. But there is no mercy, only the merciless pounding of Ted's great cock into my rectum. I am moaning and gasping as he holds me up just above him and slams his great shaft into my asshole. 

We continue on for what seems forever. My hips held up, my cock so hard that it no longer bounces as he thrusts into me. I can feel it quiver in ecstasy. Ted pushes my hips up off of his cock and he lies there under me, his own great organ on full display for the audience, standing tall, glistening. He has his hands under my hips, holding me up, my cock pointing straight up at the ceiling, my balls hanging down, all on full display. I am clenching my cock uncontrollably, my balls feel as though they weigh a ton, such is the amount of my pent up semen. 

Ted lowers my hips so that the head of his cock just enters my rectum. He holds me there for a moment, both of our rigid cocks on display, our balls hanging down. And then he drops me so that I descend onto his shaft and my ass crashes down on his belly. I emit a great groan and my cock quivers as I feel his shaft drive into my rectum. With his cock embedded balls deep in my rectum, I rock my hips back and forth, my cock bobbing in the air. I make a show of trying to grip my cock in my hand, restrained frustratingly by the chains. I emit the most heartfelt, 'oh, oh, oh'. Ted lifts my hips again and holds me up, suspended above him, only the head of his cock inside me. I know what is coming but even so, when he drops me and his cock drives into my rectum, I ejaculate the most pitiable groan, again rocking my hips, squirming on his great organ imbedded in my rectum, my own cock jutting out from my belly, bobbing and weaving in my frustrated need to spray out my juice. Ted repeats this exercise again and again, each time holding me up in the air with just the head of his cock in my rectum. And then he drops me so that I slam down on his belly, his great organ driving back into my asshole, and my own cock quivering in the most exquisite rapturous pleasure.

Ted puts one of his hands just below my neck and lifts my head so that I am looking out at the audience. Alice is directly in front of me staring. I look down and see my erection straining up to the ceiling. I look at Alice as my cock clenches. 'Please' I murmur, rocking my hips, my quivering cock weaving back and forth. 'Please, please, please' I murmur again to her and the meaning all too clear in the desperate fullness of my organ on display for all to see. Ted lifts my hips again and fucks me mercilessly, his cock slamming up into my rectum. I emit the most pitiable of groans, 'oh, oh, oh, oh'. And then I feel the surge of my semen like a tidal wave approaching. I cry out that I am going to cum, arching my hips, and straining my swollen cock up. I can visualize the cum erupting from my cock. 'Don't stop' I cry out, 'please don't stop'. I can see my cock erupting as in an out of body experience. I think just a few more thrusts and I will cum, just a few more. I concentrate; focus on the organ under me driving into me, filling me. I visualize his cock fucking me so hard that it drives the semen out of my cock. I am certain that I am going to cum in just an instant. I stare at Alice, my mouth open, gasping in ecstasy. I see Alice, staring at my raging full cock. I see her just start to rise. I arch my cock toward her. 

And then Ted emits a long wailing cry and slams up into me one final time and holds my hips in a death grip. I cry out not to stop,' please don't stop' I beg. I try desperately to rock my hips in frustrated urgency, my cock bobbing, bobbing up and down, and straining to ejaculate. But he does not move and he grips my hips so hard that I cannot move either. He just lays there under me, straining his hips up, his pole like organ filling me, filling my own organ from the inside out, my climax once so close now becoming a fading vision. I reach for it; try to grasp it back, to concentrate on that vision of semen ejaculating up into the air from the end of my cock. But the climax once so near dissolves away and it is over. I cry out in frustrated agony as Ted rolls us over on our sides. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 16



As Ted and I lay there gasping for breath, I hear the excited babble of enthusiastic delight from our audience. The lights are mercifully turned off as they leave the room, and it is just Ted and I. He withdraws his cock from my rectum and I feel him behind me, his erection pressing against my skin. I have an immediate jolt of recognition of this but transposed as I recall the many times I have spooned a woman, my own erection pressing voluptuously against her skin. Nice work he tells me, I think they all really enjoyed the show. He asks me if I saw the couple to the left fucking on the couch as they watched us. No I tell him, I was concentrating.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 17



Ted and I lie on the bed for a few minutes in the dark. I had thought about the show often in the days leading up to tonight. The prospect of having sex, performing sexually in front of spectators was wilding arousing. That is why I am here, the money providing the lure for what is to follow. But I would have done this show for nothing, would have paid myself to do this show. And yet the actual event, the performance just concluded was far more intense and arousing than my wildest dreams or imagination. I lie here with Ted behind me in the dark and I am still aroused, reliving the past hour. But Ted is not aroused and we both need a shower so we disentangle and get up. We each shower and dress, saying not a word. I would actually like to talk about this but there is hardly time and in any event the conversation would be awkward. 

We complete our ablutions, dress, and leave the bedroom. We find Mike waiting to greet us offering many congratulations and much praise on 'a thrilling performance'. Mike suggests that we might have a rest and some refreshments with the guests and that we can discuss the rest of the evening. We follow Mike and both Ted and I have a bit of food and more club soda. I don't know how Ted feels but I find it unnerving to engage in social chit chat with people who have spent the last hour staring at my erection and my orifices being filled. I ponder if someone I am talking to is thinking about the words coming out of my mouth or visions of Mike's cock between my lips. I suppose eager anticipation is the more likely reaction for people this age and faced with the prospect of having sex with a beautiful young body. In any case, all of the guests appear to be married couples, all old enough to be my parent. I am assuming that they are all of an enlightened disposition in things sexual and presumably many other things as well. 

We have some pleasant chats about current events. My physique is a repeated topic of inquiry and the explanation of racing bicycles provokes admiring reactions about stamina. I should think so. I am introduced to Abby and Tom with whom I spend a few pleasant moments talking. The couple have all the appearance of a marriage surviving to age 50ish. On inquiry I learn that they have children in college and that Abby is a tennis club aficionado. Tom is in business which includes golf with clients. I answer their questions about bicycle racing with some self-deprecating humor about being the water bottle carrier. They both respond with some admiring remarks about my physical appearance. I am not clear if the follow on efforts have already been decided or if this social mingling is the interview process in anticipation of those decisions. In any case, we all seem to get along and the guests all quite anxious to be friendly. 

Eventually Mike gathers Ted and I and we are informed of our assigned rooms. Mike is certainly suave in his presentation, but I am to return to the room we were just in and Ted to a room far removed, 'to provide privacy'. Mike reassures me that my room has been 'freshened'. We are to wait for fifteen minutes so that the guests can retire to their rooms of choice. Mike tells me that some guests may move from room to room and wants some reassurance that we are okay with this. We reassure him. 

A short time later I am outside of my room where I decide to undress so that I can enter in the nude. I begin to swell as I undress just thinking about the prospects of performing with people watching. As I walk into the room, I am at full mast. The room is occupied by Alice on the bed and Abby and Tom sitting together on a couch next to the bed. All three are attired in dressing robes, and as far as I can determine, Alice wearing nothing else. Alice reaches up to exchange a brief kiss of greeting and takes that opportunity to wrap her fingers around my cock and give it a gentle squeeze. There seems little doubt about her plans. Alice disengages and gives me a small nudge in the direction of Abby and Tom. 

I stand in front of them, my cock jutting out from my smooth belly, both looking intently from head to foot. Tom reaches out a hand to my hip and draws me closer. My cock is erect at eye level to both of them. Tom slides the backside of his fingers the length of the underside of my cock. I throb at the touch and I see a reaction of arousal on the face of both of them. Tom slides his hand between my legs and cups my balls. He holds my balls in his hands for several minutes, my cock jutting out and displaying the occasional throb. Both of them shift their gaze back and forth from my face to my cock. Eventually Tom lifts my balls and uses this leverage to direct my cock to his mouth. He engulfs me and holds my cock soaking in his mouth, Abby shifting her gaze from this spectacle to my face. Abby reaches out to put her hand on my other hip and with this touch Tom withdraws from my cock and directs the shaft to Abby who then takes my cock in her mouth. She does not move, just soaks for a couple of minutes. I feel her tongue cradling the bottom of my shaft. I give her cheek a caressing brush of approval. I am throbbing and clenching with pleasure as Abby gently squeezes my cock in her mouth while Tom gently lifts and squeezes my balls in his hand. I have to say that this is highly arousing, particularly as I know that Alice is taking all of this in. The two each take several turns, moving my cock back and forth between them. And then I hear the booming voice of Alice from behind, 'hey you two, how about sharing, you can't hog him to yourselves all night'.

I turn and there is Alice, lying on the bed resplendent in her voluptuous nudity. As a personal preference, I am not a fan of large bodies in a sexual interest context. Alice is precisely that, a large fleshy woman. But there is no denying that she is presents a spectacular vision, possessing flawless pink skin and extraordinarily large soft natural breasts. Alice is lying on her back with her legs parted and knees raised slightly. She has her upper arms under her breasts, propping them up on top of her chest. I see that Alice has not altered her grooming habits as she is hairless from the neck down. Her nipples and sex are swollen with arousal, her vaginal lips parted and glistening wet. As she sees me looking at her she says, 'come over here and ride me mister bicycle rider'. I disengage from Abby and Tom and slide onto the bed. Alice makes it clear that no preliminaries are needed, guiding me on and in her voluptuous body. I find her sloppy wet as I slide in, her lush body again reminding me of an oversized soft white pillow. I slide my arms under her breasts to hold them up between our bodies. I settle into her, Alice providing a gratifying moan of pleasure, wrapping her fleshy arms around my shoulders, and arching her hips up to me. 

We soak for some minutes, Alice whispering that I should lie still. Alice rolls and arches her hips under me as she grips my ass cheeks in her hands. She whispers to me, 'I have been dreaming about this skinny ass of yours for months'. Alice rocks and grinds herself on my cock all the while murmuring oaths and moaning approval of the hardness of my organ. And I am hard, rock hard and as her grinding on my cock is pushing it down, I have not the slightest sensation of approaching climax. Alice wraps her legs over the backs of mine and uses this for more leverage in her rocking and grinding against me. Alice looks over at the couch and I hear her say 'oh Ab, you are not going to believe how deliciously hard he is'. I look over to the couch and see that Abby and Tom are watching in rapt attention, Tom casually caressing her thigh while gripping his exposed cock with his other hand. I conclude that a journey through Abby thighs is almost certainly in my near-term future. 

But the immediate has me locked between the voluptuous thighs of Alice who rolls and grinds her hips. She has a death grip on my ass cheeks in her hands and has her legs locked over the back of mine. She uses both as leverage to grind against my cock, our pubic bones rubbing together. I cannot say that this is physically pleasurable; in fact the intensity of her hip grinding puts downward pressure on my cock to the extent that it becomes uncomfortable. Happily I remain rock hard, no doubt assisted in that effort by the aid of Ted's performance enhancing potion. But Alice is the very definition of physically pleasured as her oaths and exclamations attest. She emits an unremitting string of 'fuck, you are so hard', and 'oh god I love your skinny ass', and 'oh fuck you are going to make me cum' and on and on, nonstop as we fuck. Or rather Alice fucks as she has me locked in a viselike grip. And it is all too clear that that last exclamation is rapidly becoming a reality. Alice is breathing hard under me and jerking and rocking her hips. I whisper in her ear, 'do it', 'you have me rock hard in you', 'do it on my cock', 'let me have you'. With each encouragement from me, Alice emits yet another oath of pleasure and wildly jerks her hips for a moment, followed by returning to a slow grinding on me. I actually do want her to climax as the grinding and pressure on my cock is decidedly uncomfortable. I whisper, 'god I am going to cum in you', and that does it as she emits a great oath and climaxes in a wild frenzy of hip rolling and thrusting. A long groaning moan of pleasure follows as her hip grinding gradually slows, followed eventually by a great exhalation signaling that her climax is finally over.

Alice is bathed in a sheen of sweat from her exertions. She removes her legs from the back of mine and rubs her arms and hands voluptuously up and down my shoulders, back and ass. It is clear that I am not going anywhere but the pressure on my cock is now eased and I pull partially out and slowly sink back into her, luxuriating in the exquisite softness of her body. We soak together with my occasional thrust into her to which Alice responds with a reciprocating clench on my cock. Alice is looking over at the couch containing Abby and Tom and she observes, 'Tom wants to fuck your lovely ass'. I look over at Tom who is slowly teasing his erect organ. Alice goes on 'isn't that right Tom, you want to fuck his little ass'. I assume Tom is at least a bit embarrassed by this monologue directed at him, but he remains staring at us and teasing his cock. But Alice appears to have no boundary of embarrassment and goes on in a loud voice 'you should have heard him go on and on about your beautiful cock bouncing around while you were getting fucked in the ass'. Alice looks at Tom again and says, 'come on Tom, come over and fuck his ass'. I continue to slowly thrust into Alice as her bating monologue goes on but I see that in fact Tom is taking a keen interest in my ass cheeks rising and falling. From under me, Alice bates him again, 'what's the matter Tom, are you afraid he won't like your little weenie in his ass after that magnificent cock of his friend'. 

At these words I see Tom bolt up off of the couch and get on the bed. In the process he discards his robe and he is quite nude with his cock jutting out. I feel his hand on my hip, the head of his cock on my asshole, his hands grip both my hips and he slides into my rectum with a loud groan. He sinks fully into me and I feel the most exquisite fullness in my cock, buried in Alice. Tom presses his belly against my ass and groans loudly in evident satisfaction. Under me Alice emits another loud oath and begins thrusting and grinding her hips. Tom begins a rapid pace of fucking his cock in my rectum, my hips being driven forward with each of his bone jarring thrusts, driving my cock down into Alice. Alice gasps out 'oh fuck, fuck his ass, fuck him in the ass'. Both Alice and Tom have a firm grip on my hips and Tom continues rapidly thrusting his cock into my rectum while below me Alice is enthusiastically thrusting and grinding her hips. She emits a long string of oaths as she fucks and grinds on my cock, 'of fuck, oh god fuck', 'aghhhh fuck', and on and on. Such is the fury of her thrusting that she soon arches her hips up and in a loud keening wail, climaxes again in a cacophony of moans and groans. Since he mounted me, Tom has been frantically thrusting his cock into my rectum. Now at the sounds of Alice climaxing I feel him slam against me and his cock throbs in my rectum. From behind and below I hear a long string of oaths as they both complete a hip thrusting climax. 

Tom quickly softens, such is the fate of men his age, and he pulls out and off of me. He is breathing in great gasps and staggers back to his couch, his pleasure at the experience all too apparent, but I ponder Abby's reaction to watching her husband fuck me. Alice under me is soaked in her own sweat and gasping for breath. As I lay on top of her, I become aware of a decided wetness from below. Alice urges me off of her and as I pull away and look down, it becomes clear that she found the experience sufficiently arousing that she has emitted a mighty spray during her cacophonous climax and the bed is soaked. There is some good natured humor at this as we withdraw from the bed. It turns out that Mike has been watching from the doorway and makes some humorous comments about training diapers. Alice takes it all in good humor as she exits the bed, her great breasts flowing and bouncing as she moves. Mike reflects that the bed will require substantial remedial care and suggests that we move to another room after everyone has had a chance to refresh. I retire to the bathroom for a quick refresh in the shower. 

A bit later I enter the new accommodation and find Abby and Tom waiting. I lie on the bed and wait to see what will happen next. They both look at me and each other. It occurs to me that they have not discussed what will happen next. For obvious reasons, I am going to make no overture, although like clockwork, my organ has become aware that it is in the view of the public and has sprung to attention. I reflect that I can only hope it will be so reliable when I am the age of my hosts. Eventually Abby lies down on the bed and Tom sits in a nearby chair. We caress for a bit and neck lightly. I ponder if it is her choice to be here in bed with me or the urging of her husband. It is a common fantasy for men to want to see their wife being fucked, and perhaps this is all about that fantasy. But the aftermath of the reality is often much different than the fantasy. To be sure, she seems to lack the self-confident assurance of Alice, but then so would most women. Abby is very nicely caressing me, taking me all in. She has wonderfully strong yet soft hands and her fingers caress and stroke my chest and belly, and thighs. My throbbing erection is between us and while I occasionally touch her skin, she seems uncertain or unwilling to take any further initiative.

Eventually I urge her to sit on top of me and she swings a leg over, sitting upright and straddling my legs with my erect cock between us. We continue to touch and caress. Abby is a 50ish, physically fit woman with small breasts and a nice tan. By any standard, she is an attractive woman for her age. I caress her breasts, teasing the skin with the backs of my fingers and her nipples respond to a nice hardness. I reach up to her neck and urge that she lie down on top of me. She does so, squeezing my cock between us. She feels lovely against my skin and I tell her so as I caress my hands over her back, hips, and legs. I continue with reassurances that she is lovely and that she feels wonderful against me. Eventually she begins arching her hips, rubbing herself on my cock trapped between us. I lift her hips, she reaches down, and I slide easily into her, finding her wet from arousal. She emits a soft moan of pleasure and presses down firmly against me, rocking her hips in obvious enjoyment. We soak together for some minutes, my hands continuing to stroke and caress her skin and she rocking her hips, rubbing herself on me. 

And then she lifts her hips partway off, pauses, and then settles back, my cock sliding back into her, my hips arching up a bit, and we fuck, slowly at first, her hips gently rising and falling. I glance over at Tom to see how he is taking all of this and find him in rapt attention. I see that he is playing with his cock, having persuaded that recently depleted organ back to a full lifelike state. I ponder what is going to happen next but in the immediate, Abby has increased her enthusiasm and her hips are rising and descending smartly to the point that the room fills with the steady sound of her belly landing against mine. She pauses occasionally to grind and rock her hips against my shaft. This is accompanied by gasps and murmurs of pleasure emitted into my neck where she has her face buried. She then resumes thrusting her hips up and down, riding on my cock. I have my hands on her ass cheeks and my hips arched up to her. She feels deliciously caressing on my shaft as she slides up and down on me, and I begin to contemplate climaxing in her, adding my own heartfelt murmurs and sighs of pleasure to hers. 

We continue on for some minutes with both of us increasing both our pace and enjoyment of the joining. I occasionally look over and see Tom with his eyes riveted on us and his hand stroking his cock. Abby looks up at me for a long searching moment, lowers her mouth on mine, and we kiss voluptuously, all the while continuing our lovely fuck, thrusting and rolling our hips to the mutual enjoyment of us both. And then I feel a weight on the bed and before I can disengage from the kiss, I feel knees and a body behind us. I look up and see Tom and more to the point I can feel him fumbling. And then I feel the head of his cock. Abby grips me tightly around the shoulders and I feel a strong push against my cock. And then I feel his cock slide into her, joining mine. Abby gives a great inhalation and buries her face in my neck. I am so shocked by all of this that I hardly know what to think or say. But Tom certainly does. He has a grip on Abby's hips and begins thrusting into her, the effect meaning that our two cocks are rubbing together inside of her as he thrusts. Abby has her face buried in my neck and is saying not a word and so I conclude that the two had planned this. 

Tom is thrusting steadily, our two cocks rubbing together inside of Abby. I reflect that to say that this is exotic sex does not come anywhere near close. I am gratified that my erection seems to be remaining in good form and the eroticism of all of this is certainly there to be enjoyed. Abby has a death grip on my shoulders and is now emitting gasps and groans, of pleasure or something I else I cannot guess. The sensation of Tom's cock rubbing on mine is indescribable. Our two cocks are squeezed tightly together inside of her and his thrusting of his cock against mine is exquisitely pleasurable. I begin reciprocating, arching my hips up and thrusting into her. We continue thrusting together for some minutes before an ill-timed push results in him slipping out of her. I hold still while he stuffs his cock back into her. I again find the sensation of his cock rubbing against mine in these close quarters decidedly erotic and pleasurable. We both pause for a long moment, both of our cocks fully inside of her. I feel his cock throb strongly as it is pressed together with mine. I find this so thrillingly erotic that it provokes a moan of pleasure from me and a reciprocating clench of my cock.

I find Abby's face with one of my hands and move it from my neck to above my face. We look into each other's eyes for a few minutes. All the while both Tom and I are clenching and throbbing together inside of her. I bring her mouth down to mine and we kiss. As our lips press together, Abby begins moaning, softly at first, and then more ardently as our kiss grows to voluptuous grinding of lips. The kiss has evolved to an unspoken acceptance of this act and that recognition has unleashed her passion. I feel her clenching on our cocks and her hips begin to thrust and tremble. Her moans quickly grow to gasps of pleasure. Tom and I resume thrusting into her, quickly forming a rhythm of alternating withdrawal and driving back in, our cocks rubbing together inside of her with the most exquisitely pleasurable sensations for me and I assume for him. That this is affirmed is evidenced by his exclamations; loud, moaning shouts of ecstasy. He fucks his cock into her with increasing energy, his shaft rubbing voluptuously against mine inside of her. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 17



Abby is gripping my shoulders, holding on as she is fucked by both of us. She is moaning in her own ecstasy, emitting a continuous string of 'oh, oh, oh', with each hard thrust into her. Below Abby, I am driving my hips up, pacing my thrusts with Tom, finding the sensation of his cock rubbing on my shaft so pleasurable that I feel my climax rapidly approaching. I am gasping and groaning under Abby, making clear that my climax is imminent. I feel Tom begin a very rapid pace of fucking, his cock rubbing so deliciously against mine that he brings me rapidly to climax. I arch my hips up under Abby and emit the most heartfelt moan of rapturous pleasure as I blast my semen into her and all over his cock so intimately pressed against my own. Immediately Tom slams in, stops thrusting, and I feel him throbbing out his climax, bathing my cock in his semen inside of Abby. And Abby responds with an ear piercing shriek of pleasure as her hips vibrate with her climax, clenching down on both of our cocks buried inside of her, bathing in the semen of both of us.

Abby presses her mouth on mine, grinding our lips together in the most voluptuously pleasurable kiss. Her moans of pleasure go on and on, reinforced by her constant clenching, squeezing our two cocks filling her. Abby is rocking her hips and continues clenching, her arms under me, her hands wrapped around my shoulders. Her belly is squirming against mine. Our kiss goes on and on with unceasing passion and I realize that she is working herself up to another climax. This is soon evidenced in a rapid escalation of the jerking of her hips and my mouth is filled with a loud moaning wail from her as our lips are pressed together. Her climax goes on for some minutes as she only very gradually calms, our kiss continues, and her sighs and murmurs of pleasure very slowly come to a close. She removes her mouth from mine and gasps out the most intense exhalation of exhaustion, her entire body sagging into mine. Tom slips out of her, the exit path substantially eased by the copious lubrication of semen we have both deposited inside of her. I have my arms wrapped around Abby and hold her tightly. I keep my still full cock pressed inside of her, bathing in the semen deposited by both Tom and I. 

We repose together, Abby and I, with my cock only very slowly deflating, remaining pressed inside of her, bathing voluptuously in the semen Tom and I have deposited together. I lie there under her with my cock in her, the mental images of the shared fuck with her husband, the cock rubbing, the mutual semen deposit, it is all overwhelmingly intense. From under her, I reflect that I could go on bathing my cock in Tom's pool of semen with no desire to depart.

But alas pleasure, however intense, always comes to an end. And so it is now as with a great groan, Abby rolls off of me, and my cock so luxuriously bathed in her now flops down between my legs. And the evening is over. Soon after I have completed my shower and dressed. A short time later, Ted and I are escorted to the door by a reassuringly grateful Mike. Ted and I chat for a few minutes in the driveway. Ted tells me that the first session was a straightforward fuck of the wife while the hubby watched, after which they departed. He goes on to tell me that Alice and Mike then arrived for a double penetration session. I fill him in on my evening. We express the hope and expectation that we will work together again soon. And we are off.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 18



In which our hero finds commerce. 

It is a rainy Saturday afternoon and my wife and I are having lunch at a bistro restaurant. The weather means that the training ride has been canceled and so I have a leisure day. We have decided to lunch and then there are some shops nearby where my wife wants to browse and do some craft shopping. We are near the end of a delicious lunch when I look up past my wife and see a table on the far side of the room occupied by three men. They are talking together and one of them is gesturing in my direction. I try to ignore this and focus on the conversation with my wife. But there is something unnerving about the animation of the three men directed in my direction. And then it hits me with a shock of recognition. I realize with my stomach doing a lurch that I recognize the fellow who has been pointing at me. He is from the Mr. B party, the guy sitting directly in front of me, anxious to take Ted's place after the show ended. And it is clear that he has recognized me. Of course I don't know his name and he does not know mine, but that hardly matters under the circumstances.

I suggest to my wife that I will settle the bill and that she can go on ahead, that I will join her in the craft store shortly. I tell her that I need to use the rest room so I will be a few minutes. My wife agrees and rises to depart. We give each other a small kiss of fondness and she is out the door. I wave for the waitress to get the bill. As I am waiting, I see the fellow get up and approach my table. He sits down and greets me with, 'I have been waiting for months for my session with you'. I tell him that I don't know what he is talking about, but of course I do know. He goes on with, 'I see you have replaced your pimp with a better act, your wife I assume'. I ask him what he wants. He answers that he already made that clear, he wants his session with me. I ask him if he is suggesting that I drop my trousers and bend over the table. He laughs and responds that he had the men's room in mind. I tell him that he is mad and I start to get up to leave. He puts a restraining hand on mine and suggests that he could ask my wife about a better location, say our bed. 

I sit back down and look at him. I ask again what he wants from me. A fuck he answers me, what he had coming at the party and what he was swindled out of by B and I. I tell him that if there was a misunderstanding that is between him and B, I got no money from him. He responds that he intends to settle the misunderstanding here and now. He tells me to get up and meet him in the men's room. I look across the room and see his two friends still at their table watching us. I ask about his friends. Associates the fellow tells me. They ensure that there are no misunderstandings. I tell him that the party was a performance where I got paid to perform. There was nothing personal in it. I tell him that he should talk to B if he wants to arrange something further but that this is hardly the time or place. The waitress returns and I sign the credit card statement. I get up to leave and he takes my arm. There is menace in his voice as he tells me that I will regret it if I make a scene here in public. We walk toward the men's room and I see his two associates get up and follow. We stop in the hallway and I tell him that I am not going to let him and his associates hurt me, that I am prepared to start screaming bloody murder, and that there will be police. Opening the men's room door he tells me in the same menacing voice that I am going to love it.

We are in the men's room, he and one of his associates whom he addresses as Bert. The other associate, Bill, is left outside the door to ensure that there are no interruptions. He is standing in front of me. He pulls money out of his pocket and slams it down on the sink counter. He looks at me and says,' here is your money ass fuck, take it and get down on your knees'. He tells me to make it good as the sooner I am done here, the sooner I can get back to wifey. What I want more than anything is to get out of here quickly without a scene and without being injured. It will not do any good at all to have a scene that I will have to explain. I sink to my knees in front of him. I look up at the sneer of triumphant on his face as he observes to his associate, 'you see Bert, I told you he would cooperate, a natural born cocksucker'. He looks down at me and tells me to get busy. I reach up and grab the bills, stuffing them into my pocket. I unfasten his belt buckle and pull down his zipper. I pull his clothing down to his knees. His cock is three quarters full.

I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth. I let it soak in my mouth for a few minutes. He comes to full hardness in my mouth, my tongue cradling his erection. From above I hear the menacing voice, 'so far so good ass fuck, now start sucking, like you did to your boyfriend, if you do a better job on me than you did on him, maybe I won't have to stuff it in your asshole to get off like he did'. I begin sliding my lips up and down on his shaft. He possesses an average organ in all respects; average length and girth and straight with a pointed cock head. His balls are hanging down between his legs and I reach out a hand to cup them. I roll his balls in my hand. I flick my tongue on the underside of his cock, teasing the skin of his organ. I press my lips on the shaft and slide up and down, pressing hard, sucking on his cock. I feel him throb in my mouth and begin to think that perhaps if he comes quickly, this will be over and I can escape. I reflect that this is my worst nightmare, to be recognized and exposed from an anonymous encounter. 

I continue sucking, my lips on his hard shaft, just past the head, sliding up and down. He has veins in the shaft of his cock that become apparent now as he becomes more aroused. My lips slide back and forth on the ribbed shaft. I can taste his essence. My goal is to make him cum quickly and to that end I am flicking my tongue on the sweet spot of his cock, just under the head. I feel him stiffen and it is clear that he enjoys this. From above I hear his voice, 'ah Bert, you are going to love this cocksucker's mouth. I feel his beefy hand on my head and he pulls his cock out of my mouth, holding my head so that his cock bounces and rubs on my face. He looks down at me and tells me to lick his balls. I reach up to grab his wet cock in my hand, intending to stroke it while I lick his balls. I dip my head between his legs and lick the skin of his balls, swirling my hand on his cock shaft as I do so. I have a firm grip on his cock and pump up and down on it while I lick both of his balls. More from the voice above follows as he directs me to suck on his balls. As he says this, he takes my hand away from his cock; I can only hope because he is close to finishing. I strain my neck and suck one of his balls into my mouth, sucking on it, then switch to the other. I have my hand on his leg to maintain my balance. I hear him speak again, 'yes nice, very nice my little ass fuck'. 

I let go of his balls and take his cock back in my mouth. I have my hands on his hips and I begin sucking on his cock in earnest, my lips pressing hard on the shaft, sliding up and down on it just below the head. I resume lapping the underside of his cock shaft with my tongue, rapidly teasing the sweet spot. I hear him gasp in pleasure. He pushes my head away again, his cock fully hard and throbbing in front of my face, gleaming from the wetness of my mouth. He holds my head for a few minutes with his cock bobbing out in front of him. I know now that he is close to climax as this is an effort to delay. I feign a desperate desire to suck on his cock by pressing my head on his hand and pulling on his hips in a clear effort to take his cock back in my mouth. I hear his voice again, 'our ass fuck here has fallen in love with my cock Bert. He can't wait to get his cocksucking mouth back on me'. I reflect that at least a part of that is true. He releases my head and I slide my lips back over his cock. I resume sucking, enthusiastically as I am convinced that he will cum soon and this will be over. 

He takes my head in his beefy hands and begins thrusting his hips, driving his cock into my mouth. I think he is probably going to try to humiliate me in front of his associate and so I am being careful to time his thrusts so that I can take deep breaths. And sure enough, he drives the head of his cock into my throat and presses my face hard against his belly. I am fortunate that he is not bigger so that I can relax and let him soak without gagging and struggling. He holds me there for a moment and then resumes rapid fucking of his cock in my mouth. I am pressing my lips firmly on the shaft of his cock and licking the underside. I hear him gasp out in pleasure and expect to feel him ejaculate in my mouth at any moment. The room has dissipated and my senses are flooded with the wet sound of his cock fucking my mouth and the hair on his belly in front of me. His trusts become frantic and I tense for his climax in my mouth. But just as I expect him to cum, he jerks his erection out of my mouth, holds the top of my head in a vice like grip and I see him pumping energetically on his cock. And then just before it happens, I realize that he intends to cum on my face. And then I feel his cum impacting on my skin; one bolt of cum, a second bolt, a third bolt of his cum on my face. 

There is nothing for it but to let him finish and he does so, pumping on his cock with his hand while holding my head. He gasps out his pleasure as he ejaculates. When he is done, he rubs the head of his cock on my face to wipe off the last drop of his juice, his cum slowly running down my cheeks. He gasps a last time, releasing my head, and staggers back a step. A loud exhalation and I see him pulling up his clothes and restoring order. I start to rise, hopeful that now that he has cum, he will want to leave. But I hear him say, 'okay Bert, your turn'. I stand and reach for paper towels to wipe my face. As I turn, I see myself in the mirror, globs of his cum on my skin, slowly sinking down my face. I reflect that I have looked better. I take several towels and wipe, followed by a wet wipe. I turn and there is Bert and his boss starting at me. I toss the towels in the trash and tell them that I have been paid for one so unless they have an objection, I am leaving. The boss thinks this is funny and observes, 'well Bert, ass fuck here has not lost his sense of humor or his balls'. Bert pushes down on my shoulder. I look at him and tell him my money first. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out some bills, and slams them down on the counter. I pick them up and stuff them in my pocket. I don't know how much and I do not care. It is some measure of self-respect from these wonderful people that I am demanding.

I sink down to my knees, the two men staring at me. Bert unfastens and displays his cock; I note a rather ordinary affair with a pronounced right bend. He seems to have found watching me suck on his boss arousing as he is full. I take his cock in my mouth, letting him soak for a minute during which he becomes very hard. I begin sucking on his organ, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft. I ponder the relationship of these men, whether they are actually gay or if this is some sort of power trip. Bert seems to be enjoying the exercise as he is quite hard in my mouth. But he is not saying a word in front of his boss. The boss is behind me so I can't see if he is watching. But as I am pondering this, I hear the door open and close. It is then that Bert comes to life, asking if the boss is guarding the door. A new voice that I assume belongs to Bill answers in the affirmative. Bert then reports that 'the boss sprayed all over the cock suckers face, you should have seen it'. I gather that he found the display arousing. I press my lips harder on the cock in my mouth, flicking my tongue on the underside. I would very much like Bert to stop talking and concentrate. I begin bobbing my head faster, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft. Bert responds, 'yeah, that's it, suck on my big cock'. I wonder if he is talking about someone else or if he is just ignorant as to the relative size of cocks. 

I take my mouth off of his cock with a big show of gasping for breath and wiping the tears from my eyes. I reach my hand up and wrap my fingers around the shaft. I begin pumping on his organ. He arches his hips out and I pump my hand vigorously on his cock, squeezing my fingers on the shaft. He is quite hard and I assume he will cum soon. I do not want him to spray his cum on my clothes so I will want to take him back in my mouth at the critical moment. I lean forward and begin flicking my tongue on the head of his cock, all the while pumping vigorously on the shaft. I hear him groan. I lean forward and take the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it and flicking my tongue over it. And then suddenly he grabs my head in both hands and begins frantically thrusting his hips, fucking his cock into my mouth. I press my lips on the shaft. He responds with a groan of pleasure and drives his cock into my throat and holds my head there in a death grip. I was not expecting this and so have been caught off guard on my breathing. Fortunately he is not large and so has not penetrated far, but even so, it takes all of my will power to repress a choking struggle. I don't want to give him that satisfaction. Finally he jerks his cock out of my mouth and I gasp a great inhalation. My eyes are watering so that I can hardly see but of course I know his cock is just there in front of me. He is still holding my head in his hands and I try to lean forward to take him back in my mouth. There is no point in a delay to let him cool off. 

He strains against me but I pull on his hips and I get my lips around the head of his cock, resuming my squeezing and sucking on his organ. I feel him throb and then his hands relax. I take his cock in my mouth and suck vigorously, my lips pressing on the shaft just past the head. As I suspected, he was trying to cool for a moment but now it is all over for him as I feel him stiffen in my mouth. I flick my tongue rapidly on the underside of his cock and I feel him respond by going rock hard. He groans, presses his hand hard on my head to prevent me from withdrawing, and ejaculates in my mouth. I stop moving the instant I taste his cum flowing onto my tongue. I relax and let him finish in my mouth. He reposes for some minutes, the room in utter silence. I can only assume he was embarrassed about expressing much pleasure in front of his colleague, but it is clear that he very much enjoyed his blowjob. Eventually he withdraws from my mouth and steps back. He observes to Bill that I am a talented cock sucker. He restores order to his clothes and tells Bill that he will wait outside.

And then it is the last of the three. I wipe the tears from my eyes and look up at him. 'Well?' I ask. He unfastens and displays his specimen. I observe that he is not fully hard and that gives me pause as he is enormous. I look from his cock up to his face and back again. He says not a word. I look back up at him and ask if his boss has seen this thing at full mast. He answers no. I respond that he should take my advice and keep it that way as he is much, much larger than his employer who I judge would not be happy to be known as small cock. I lean forward and take the head of his cock in my mouth. It is not altogether an easy thing as he really is a mouthful. The head itself is not overly large but the shaft just past the head swells to an enormous girth. He is uncut and if it were me, I would deal with this extra and unnecessary material as he must have a hard time finding someplace to implant this monster. I wrap my hand around the shaft and begin pumping on it. His cock is full but not excessively hard. I continue pumping my hand on his cock at a modestly slow pace and squeeze the shaft with my fingers as I do so. I would very much like him to get harder as I will know that I am making some progress at this exercise. 

But in that objective I am disappointed. He is full and I taste the essence of him on my tongue. But his organ does not firm up. I begin to wonder if this is a species that I occasionally see in porn films, so large a girth that there is not enough blood flow to get really hard. With some effort, I slide my lips down the shaft of his cock. My mouth is full to the point of being stuffed and I have only half of him. I continue my pumping on the shaft, letting him soak in my mouth as I do so. I have my tongue cradling the cock but my mouth is so full that I can hardly lick to any great effect. I slide my mouth down further on the shaft until I have him pressing on my throat. There is no way that I can swallow an organ of this size but I am hoping that the sensation will be sufficiently pleasurable that he will climax. I reach between his legs and cup his balls and he responds immediately with a groan of pleasure. I continue pumping on the shaft while I milk his balls in my hand. My jaws begin to hurt from the strain of his enormous cock. I reflect on the burden of living with such an organ. Where does one find to put it? And once having found a berth, the lack of rigidity means that it would be a constant struggle to keep it inserted. 

That this is so is made clear when I begin to slide my mouth back off of his cock. I hope to ease the strain on my jaws for a moment, but I immediately feel his hand on my head, gently urging me back. I squeeze his balls and slide my mouth back on his cock, now sliding my lips up and down on the shaft, as deeply as I can manage. My jaws ache and I am tearing from the strain. I am squeezing his cock in my mouth, more from the enormous girth of the organ than any deliberate strategy. But the effect is the same and it becomes clear that my efforts have had a satisfactory effect. I feel his legs begin to shake. I steel myself to continue sliding my mouth up and down on the shaft despite my aching jaws. I hear him gasp in pleasure and he murmurs 'don't stop, oh please don't stop'. And then I feel the faintest taste of him, I assume an ejaculation but I am not sure. I continue sliding my mouth slowly up and down the shaft until finally I hear an exhalation and his hand on my head stops my movement. I let go of his balls, release my hand on the shaft of his cock, and I let him repose in my mouth. Since he never really got hard, there was little sense of a pre-climax stiffening and there is no obvious post climax deflation. Finally he takes a step backward and withdraws from my mouth, wrapping his hand around his cock as he does so. He squeezes himself in his hand with an exhalation, I assume from pleasure. He looks down at me and tells me that that felt wonderful. I have no sensation of any volume of ejaculate in my mouth. I ponder again on the great differences in human physiology, that enormous organ and he ejaculates a droplet or two, apparently to great satisfaction.

Bill fastens up; volubly exhaling in what I assume is an expression of post climax bliss. I have risen and used paper towels to wipe my face and clear the tearing from my eyes. I flex my jaws which are sore from the exercise on his organ. He departs the room without another word or glance. I wait for a few minutes, hoping earnestly that this is over. If this is the end of it, then I will have escaped a great danger. In a few minutes, a patron comes into the room to use the facility. I take this to mean that the trio have departed. I exit and immediately go outside, observing no sign of my recent company.

I pull the money out of my pocket and count. Two hundred and thirty seven dollars for roughly thirty minutes of my time spent on my knees giving blowjobs. Seventy-nine dollars per blowjob, including tip. I have a brief fantasy about driving through the trade district and doing some comparative shopping on the street cost of an anonymous blowjob. I reflect that at this rate, I would need to give only 1,265 blowjobs per year to make a decent living as a professional cock sucker. As I calm down from my dark humor ruminations, I consider that as far as I can determine, I have made a miraculous escape from a very dangerous situation. I head over to the craft shop and there is my wife with several articles in her arms. What do you think of these she asks, holding them up for my comment. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 19



Chapter 19. 

In which our hero is taken in hand. 

Some months of social turmoil have passed since the last chapter in this diary. The mistress of chapter four has made an occasional reappearance to both my delight and disadvantage. Delight to the extent that I find it impossible to decline; such is the overwhelming rapture of the exhilarating sex. And disadvantage to the extent that the mistress has substantively contributed to the demise of marriage two without the slightest inclination to permanence or regret. And so I have taken a new job to add distance to my arsenal of inadequate self-interest and good sense, and bid goodbye to the mistress. I trust for good. And while not divorced quite yet, I am now living alone in an apartment in the northwest of Ind***.

A very pleasant afternoon finds me arriving at the adult movie theater. This establishment has a modest sized theater on the first floor and video booths on the second. I do a bit of exploring upstairs and find the booths playing the usual variety of films with no obvious opportunities for cock play on this occasion. I go downstairs, prepared for my usual adult movie theater experience, stripping from the waist down and playing with my cock while enjoying porn films. I find a seat after the usual fumbling around in the dark. The film playing has a girl taking on three guys. While there is no ass fucking or double penetration, both my favorites, the film has an abundance of delights where the three guys take turns hard riding the girl in a round robin that seems to go on forever. I strip from the waist down and enjoy a very pleasurable half hour or so that culminates with the three guys sequentially emptying their balls inside the girl. A good deal of slow motion displays oversized cocks common in porn films in all of their glory as each in turn pulses the girl full of cum. The conclusion is an extended slow motion of the cum slowly and quite visibly draining out of the girl, running down the crack of her ass and onto the bed under her in a large puddle. 

Since it is early in my session, I refrain from ejaculating but of course I find the scene highly arousing and I am rock hard in my seat, my climax on the boil. The film ends and there is a delay in the start of the next which gives me an opportunity to cool off a bit. As the next film begins to roll, the theater is briefly plunged back into darkness. While in the dark, I find that I am suddenly joined by another patron who claims the seat next to mine. I am still stripped from the waist and so begin to consider what to do. And then as the next film begins, my new neighbor leans over and whispers that he enjoyed watching me. I look over at him and find him to be older than I but an attractive and well groomed fellow. He whispers to me again asking if I would let him help, where the object of the help is all too clear. But in case there is any doubt, he reaches his arm down and slides his hand over the inside of my naked thigh, providing a gentle squeeze of the skin. His hand is warm and soft and feels delicious on my aroused flesh.

Ordinarily, I do not like to be groped. But over the years I have grown more tolerant of the touch of other men and with someone who is skillful at it, I have found myself enjoying the experience. In the present case, if I become unhappy I can always refasten my clothes as it is no mystery that I am nude from the waist. And I can get up and move elsewhere or leave. So I decide to see where this goes for a bit, putting off a decision about what to do. I start by sitting back in my seat and putting my hands on the arm rests. My cock is erect and bobbing in front of me. I am curious to see how he will proceed. Apparently he is curious as well as he begins exploring me with his hands, both of them, leaning over in his seat. I feel his hand gently caressing my naked thigh, while with the other hand he touches my belly. My skin is ultra-sensitive to the touch and I jump as his hand slides over my belly. He reaches up under my shirt and caresses and squeezes my breasts, first one, and then the other. He spends a long time caressing my nipples. 

I find all of this very pleasurable and arousing. But he seems in no hurry to make any progress. In fact I have been sitting there watching the film for a good long time with my cock fully erect just waving around in the air. He is using the palm of his hands to caress my leg from my hip to my knee, and then moves to the other leg using the back of his hand and fingers to repeat his caressing of my skin. He continues touching my belly, his fingers teasing around the base of my cock, stroking my hips, and teasing my belly button. His work on my belly is particularly arousing. I am sensitive to start with, and his hands are warm and soft on my skin. He gently squeezes the skin, strokes the skin with his fingertips, and then repeats the squeezing, moving his hand a bit each time. About the time I consider either touching my cock myself, or telling him to do so, he very lightly brushes the back of his fingers along my cock shaft. After the long stimulation, the sensation of finally having my cock touched is spectacularly pleasurable and I arch my hips for more. He has his hands on me he sees my reaction and withdraws from my cock.

The caressing handwork continues. Occasionally I will receive a teasing brush of his fingers on my cock. But this seems more to confirm that I am still erect rather than to actually play with me. The palms of his hands and his fingers continue their unrelenting teasing and caressing of my thighs and hips and belly. To be sure, I am enjoying the attention as he is an expert at this and here in the darkened theater, watching the porn on the full movie theater screen in front of me, his stimulation work on me is enthralling. The porn film has evolved to a girl on her knees with her hips up in the air. She is being vigorously fucked in the ass by the usual oversized cock. The vision on the screen is mesmerizing, particularly when the film switches to slow motion mode and I see the magnificent cock driving in and out of her rectum, with each lunge her body quivers from the impact. My companion occasionally looks at the film but spends most of his time looking at me as his hands roam around, caressing and stroking. I am at the point where I want to ejaculate, secure in the knowledge that I can continue watching for a bit and will become aroused again. 

I arch my hips up in something of a thrusting motion, trusting that he will get the idea. At first my desperately hard cock is thrusting into thin air. But eventually my seatmate applies some teasing stroking to my cock. He has the most arousing cock play technique; he very lightly brushes the backs of his fingers on my cock shaft, he holds the shaft lightly in the palm of his hand and caresses his thumb on the shaft, he wraps thumb and forefinger around the shaft and squeezes tightly. He squeezes my cock from the base to the tip and then wipes over the head, spreading my leakage over the head of my cock. This is so pleasurable that I immediately stiffen and arch up. Bet he lets go and lets me cool for a few moments, squeezing my balls in his hands while my cock throbs and bobs in urgent need of attention. 

I reflect that I greatly admire his technique, however torturously pleasurable I find the experience. He has kept me riding a wave of agonizing rapture that he is clearly in no hurry of any kind to bring to a conclusion. As I watch the porn film in front of me I begin to fantasize that it is my cock driving into the girl's rectum, and the feathery caress of the walls of her rectum on my cock will shortly bring me to climax. Alternatively I imagine that I can feel the cock sliding in and out, that I am caressing the shaft of the cock and that it is so hard, just like my own, that I will shortly feel it pulse and spray out its elixir. I imagine that I see the semen spurting out of the tip of the cock. 

I lean over to my companion and tell him that I am desperate to cum. His response is to wrap his forefinger and thumb tightly around the base of my cock and ride up and down as I thrust. I am mad with the need to climax and thrust my hips faster. He strokes the shaft of my cock with his fingertips and I find this casual teasing maddening. I try to fuck my cock into his fingers wrapped around my cock but he just tightens his grip and his fingers move up and down in time with my thrusting hips. While he holds my cock shaft in this tight grip, he continues to caress and squeeze the skin of my inner thighs and my belly. The sensations are maddeningly arousing and I twist and squirm in my seat in heated arousal. Finally he slides his hand between my legs and under my balls. He wraps his hand around my sack and rolls my balls in his fingers. At the same time he slides his caressing fingers up and down on my shaft and I have the distinct sensation of having my cock caressed by the most wonderfully teasing waterfall. I gasp in pleasure and I can feel my climax surging toward me. I gasp out that I am going to cum. 

His reaction is immediate as he leans over me and engulfs my shaft in his mouth. I moan loudly at this ecstatically voluptuous sensation and instinctively place my hand on the back of his head so that he does not withdraw. Of course I know from my own personal experience that there is no likelihood that he would consider withdrawing. And of course, he does not. Rather, he holds still with his lips pressed on my cock shaft and lets me thrust my manhood into his mouth, all the time gently caressing my balls. He is careful to not touch the head of my cock, his lips pressing only on the shaft. I know the strategy; let me delay the crisis as long as I can, hold out for a few more seconds of ecstasy, another second before I spill my juice into his mouth. I begin energetically thrusting my hips, fucking my cock into his mouth while the tidal wave of my climax approaches. I stop thrusting, the dam of my bursting climax just there within reach. I am leaning tightly back against the seat. I can feel his lips squeezing on my cock. I know that I am going to spray my semen into his mouth. And so it is left only for me to prolong this exquisite pleasure for as many seconds as I can. I begin thrusting again and it becomes surreal as time seems to slow. I see my rigidly hard cock, my semen flowing upward. I feel the pressure of his lips easing on my cock shaft, the master cock sucker delaying the end for just another second or two. I feel my cock clench powerfully; once, what seems like a long pause and another powerful clench, and finally I feel the dam burst and a burst of semen erupts from my cock. It feels like I have completely emptied in this one spraying burst, but then I clench strongly again, and then again, and another time, and after each I feel the sensation of ejaculating semen flowing into my cock suckers mouth.

I am moaning to myself, my legs rigid in the immediate aftermath of my climax, his mouth reposing on my cock, letting my shaft soak in his cum filled mouth. I reflect how many times I have done this very thing, allowed a cock to ejaculate in my mouth and then just stayed there, letting the organ soak in the bath of semen in my mouth. I reflect that it is equally pleasurable from either side of the erupting cock. Knowing from my own perspective how much I enjoy the repose, I am in no hurry to rush my companion. And so we remain locked together, his mouth holding my cock bathed in my semen, my organ very slowly deflating. 

Eventually he sits up, withdrawing from my deflated organ. Slipping out of his mouth, my half full cock flops down between my legs. My cock is wet from his mouth and my semen. I look over at him and see that he has not swallowed. But as we look at each other I see that he does swallow and I see the familiar look of ecstasy on his face as he consumes my ejaculation. We look at each other and I nod, acknowledging that I know that he has consumed me. He leans over and to no surprise of any kind; he whispers a thank you and rises up out of his seat. He turns and I see him walk away. 

I sit there in the nude for a long time, basking in the afterglow of a marvelously intense climax. I reflect on the skill of the cock sucker who serviced me, comparing his technique to memorable performances of my own. I reflect favorably on his technique, especially at the very end; the easing of the pressure on my cock in the last moments, to delay the climax just another few seconds, making the final that much more intense. And it was. I sigh again in post ejaculation contentment. But as always, the porn goes on and eventually I watch an energizing scene that restores my arousal. I reflect that I do not need to climax again as anything further at this point would be a disappointment after the intensity of the blowjob and the skill of the anonymous cocksucker. Nonetheless I enjoy watching the porn on the large screen in front of me, the huge oversized cocks, plowing away in the various orifices of the performers. And finally I watch in unending fascination at the mesmerizing majesty of the engorged cocks spewing out ejaculate. 

I leave the theater after the last film has completed and climb the stairs to the video booth area. Despite my draining climax, I am desperate to suck a cock; such is the restorative effect of watching porn. Upstairs there are two long rows of video booths separated by a wall. I walk down one hall to see if there are any patrons, and finding none, retrace my steps to the other hall and see that there are a couple of booths in use. I wait, pretending to study the titles available in the booths. In a few minutes, the first booth opens followed shortly by the second. I enter a booth and leave the door open. A fellow walks down the hall, pausing to look in my booth. I am leaning against the wall and look out at him. He enters my booth, pulling the door closed behind him. And we are alone. We each rub our cocks through our slacks for a few minutes. My companion pulls his zipper down and slips his fingers inside. I watch the movement as he touches his cock inside of his slacks. I can see that his cock has swollen. I lick my lips in anticipation.

I kneel down, leaning back against the wall. My companion stands across from me with his hand inside of his slacks, his full cock hiding inside of his slacks. He slowly unfastens his belt and eases his slacks down over his hips. And there he is, in front of me, the long full cock pulsing a bit, not yet fully hard, beckoning to me. I reach a hand forward to his hip and draw him to me. I lean forward and rub my face on his cock shaft. I feel the warmth of his organ on my skin and sigh in pleasure. I caress his cock with my cheeks, first one side of my face, and then the other. I feel his cock grow as I rub my face on it, feel it throb against my skin, feel the lifeblood of the cock drawing me to it. I tease the head of the cock with my tongue, just a teasing flick on the tip. I caress the underside, teasing the sweet spot under the head. I turn my head a lick the entire underside of the cock with my tongue, slowly up and down the length of the shaft. I lean back and look up at him, his cock jutting out from his belly, throbbing in the air just in front of my mouth. I sigh at the majestic spectacle in front of me

I open my mouth and as I look up at his face, I engulf his cock in my mouth. I hold him there gently squeezing the cock in my mouth, looking up at his face. I exult in having his rock hard cock bathing in my mouth, alive and throbbing. I sigh again, in cock sucking paradise, knowing that I will have his life essence. But not yet. Now is the time to luxuriate in sucking on this magnificent cock, at my leisure to enjoy at length. I reflect on the natural order; the dominant male standing tall with his cock jutting out hard and powerful from his belly, and the supplicant, kneeling before the powerful, and submitting to the power by worshiping. How else to understand the motivation of the cock sucker than to see the cock suck as supplicating worship and through swallowing the semen, to become the powerful. 

I press my lips on the shaft and slowly draw off of it. I tease the head of his cock with my lips before fully withdrawing. I watch the cock for a moment as it bobs in the air. I take him back in my mouth, again squeezing the organ, gently sucking on it. His skin tastes delicious. The smell of his sex fills my senses. We are closed off together from the rest of world for these moments, the cock owner and I, and of course his cock, entwined together, joined in the rapture of the cock suck. I slide my lips slowly up and down on the shaft. He possesses a lovely specimen, a bit long with a small pointed cock head, and a lovely full girth. I press my lips on the shaft just past the head and slide up and down. His organ has subtle ripples and I luxuriate in the feel of his shaft as my lips slide over it. I caress the bottom of his cock with my tongue, teasing the sweet spot, flicking the tip of my tongue on it. I both hear and feel his breathing as I suck on him. I hear his small murmurs and gasps of pleasure. I feel the subtle responses of his body from the efforts of my mouth on his cock. 

We continue on and on, our ballet of cock sucking, my mouth caressing and stimulating the organ, and the organ stimulating and arousing me. I slide down the length of the shaft until I feel the head of his cock at the entrance to my throat. I press on the cock and feel the head slip into my throat. I rest there a moment, focusing on relaxing my throat. I pull off and take a deep breath and then resume, this time pressing my face against his belly. His cock throbs in my throat and this is what I seek, my throat sucking deeply on his cock, possessing this cock, swallowing it whole. I feel his cock clench as I have it imbedded in my throat, sucking on him with my throat, sucking the life out of him through his cock. I bob my head up and down on his cock, fucking my throat with it. I slide down on it again and again press my face forcefully against his belly, the cock sliding deeply into my throat. I hold his cock there imbedded in my throat. I hear him quietly moaning in pleasure. I feel his body shaking. These are all the delights and inspirations to the cock sucker. 

I pull off of his cock and take a great gasp of air. The cock bobs wetly in front of me. I reach up and up and cup his balls in the palm of my hand. I squeeze them gently and roll the balls in my fingers. I slide back on the cock, again luxuriating in the feel of the organ in my mouth, the hardness reflecting the strength and power of the owner, soon to be mine through his ejaculation. And that that conclusion is not far off is visibly transmitted to me by his gasps and murmurs of pleasure. I press my lips on the shaft and bob up and down, sucking in earnest now, the room filled with the distinctive sounds of the wet sloppy cock suck. I gently squeeze and stroke the skin of his balls with my fingertips. And I suck deeply, drawing on his cock shaft, willing his cock to ejaculate in my mouth. I feel his shaft stiffen in my mouth, the subtle changes in texture and feel reveal the approaching crisis. I bob faster on the shaft. More than anything else in the world at this moment, I want his cock to spew out its manhood into my mouth. 

And then I feel his hand lightly on the back of my head, an urgent request that I continue and not withdraw my mouth from his organ. And of course I will not withdraw until I have his life essence. I suck deeply on his cock shaft. He arches his hips forward and I know that it is not more than a moment longer. I bob my head vigorously up and down on his cock, my lips pressing on the shaft, sucking on his cock. I feel him tense in front of me and know that the crisis is at hand. I cradle my tongue around the underside of his cock and squeeze on the organ in my mouth. I am clenching my mouth on his organ, squeezing and sucking on it, and I feel him respond in kind; a powerful clench of his cock, another, a loud moan of pleasure emanates from him, and I feel him burst out his cum. His semen floods out into my mouth in great bursting spasms. He gasps in prolonged pleasure, holding my head so that he can finish. And I do hold him there, in my mouth as he finishes his climax, finishes ejaculating his manhood into my mouth.




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 19



I kneel in front of him, holding his cock in my mouth, supplicating on his organ. I have drained his manhood and his power, and I will make them my own. It requires only that I swallow him. But first there is the respect of the supplicant to the powerful to be observed, a necessary part of the natural order. I kneel in front of him, holding his cock in my mouth, bathing in his semen, offering the full measure of worship, my last act of supplication before I swallow his strength and make it my own. Eventually and at his leisure he withdraws and leans back against the wall, exhaling a great gasp of satisfaction. I stand and look at him, his once magnificently powerful cock now drained and hanging down. I look at him. And I swallow his semen. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 20



Chapter 20. 

In which our hero goes to school. 

Back to the adult movie theater on a late Tuesday afternoon for some grazing and sport. I immediately go upstairs to the video booth area as it is late afternoon and I normally expect some homeward bound traffic. And sure enough there are several men milling about with the usual nonsense of closely studying the titles outside of the booth doors. I stroll down first one aisle and then the other before settling into one of the booths, leaving the door open wide. This ballet is a never ending source of both interest and entertainment as the social dynamics of applying for and receiving a free blowjob plays itself out, all without any verbal or written communication. And so the allusion to ballet is all too real. 

On this occasion and to no surprise at all, my wait is not long. A business suit strolls slowly by my open booth and observes me leaning back against the wall. He hesitates and I can read his mind, do I or don't I? I have come this far and all that is needed is the final step of walking into the room and closing the door behind me. I have thought about this all day, or perhaps a number of days. An anonymous blowjob with no strings, promises, or regrets. Just take it out and let him suck me off. Of course it is one thing to enjoy the fantasy of the face of the beautiful princess, her mouth servicing one's erect cock, and quite another to walk into a room containing a real live person who is not the fantasy princess. And so his dilemma, do I or don't I. It does happen that they walk away. But not this time. Suit enters my room and I swing the door closed behind him. 

He is nervous and anxious, clearly not experienced at this. I really don't care about experience one way or the other as long as he can get it up. And to that extent, I do not want to frighten the poor fellow into flight, or much worse, hopeless impotence. I kneel down, leaning back against the wall. He has his hands in front of his zipper and I can see the fright in his body language. His hands are actually shaking a bit. But my old fear of entrapment is still strong and I want the fellow to do it all by himself, take it out and offer it to me. I lean back and look up at him, saying not a word as it is clear that I am waiting for him. Eventually he pulls his zipper down and exposes his cock. He is not erect but then that is not a surprise. I lean forward so that his cock is right in front of my face. I brush my cheek softly against his cock. At the first touch of my skin on his organ, I hear an exhalation of pleasure from above. I am going to need to be very careful in the next few minutes or he will be spilling his juice before he has a chance to get hard.

I put my hands on his hips and push him back against the wall to steady him. I brush my face back and forth against his cock, slowly back and forth. I continue this caressing of his cock, a subtle caressing of the skin with my face, and I feel him begin to rise. As he does so, I tell him to relax and take his time, that there is no rush, and I continue the delicate teasing of his cock to erection. Eventually he is sticking out straight, perhaps not fully erect, but certainly a creditable performance. He is smallish but that hardly matters as he is erect and eager. I tell him that he is lovely, meaning of course his erect cock, perhaps a bit of a stretch, but he takes this as encouragement and swells a bit more. I place my lips on the head of his cock and begin my contribution to act 2. Still holding his hips, I press my lips over the head of his cock and take his organ in my mouth. Both of us give out a sighing gasp of pleasure, he at the incomparable pleasure of having his cock in my mouth with the immediate prospect of more pleasure to follow. And for me the cock suckers delight, supplicating on a hard cock, performing yet another edition of my balls draining public service. 

I take his cock almost fully in my mouth and relax there, letting him repose for a few minutes. Fortunately he has remained erect and has not ejaculated so this is almost certainly going to work out. I can feel him shake just a bit, whether from nerves or pleasure, I cannot hazard a guess. I eventually begin by slowly sliding my lips off of his shaft. I take my mouth completely off and have another look at his cock. He is bobbing right in front of me, the shaft gleaming from the wet of my mouth. I take the head of his cock back in my mouth and squeeze gently, receiving an immediate gasp of pleasure. I release the pressure and just hold him there with the barest touch of my lips on the shaft. I feel him quivering in my mouth. I slide my lips down the shaft and again take him fully in my mouth. I slide my lips up and down on the base of his shaft, pressing harder on his organ, sucking on it. There are few nerves in this part of the cock so this is not going to bring him to climax any time soon. But he is sighing in pleasure, I think more from the mental image of having his cock sucked than the actual physical sensation. 

I begin longer sucking motions, sliding my lips at a moderate pace from the base of his shaft to just below the head. I feel him getting harder in my mouth and so it is clear that this is going to come to a happy conclusion in just a few minutes. I decide to play with him for just a bit and I release all of the pressure on his shaft. I do this for just a moment and then squeeze him gently in my mouth. I repeat this several times, a brief squeeze on the entire organ and then completely release the pressure. Now each time I squeeze his cock in my mouth, I hear a heartfelt moan of pleasure. And when I release the pressure on the shaft, I receive a gratifying quiver of his organ. I remove my mouth from his cock and let him bob just in front of my face, the head occasionally brushing my lips. I look up at him and I ask him if he wants to cum. Of course this is a rhetorical question but I want to hear him talk. Well, I ask? He croaks out a gasping yes as an answer. I follow this up with another question, 'do you want to cum in my mouth?' I lick the underside of the head of his cock once, and then another time while he ponders this dilemma. Say it, I tell him, 'do you want to me to suck on your cock and let you cum in my mouth'. I lick the underside of the head of his cock again, and two more times. 

Finally a gasping, 'oh god suck me please' from him. I take his cock in my mouth and begin energetically sucking on the shaft, sliding my lips up and down just below the head, pressing hard. I feel him immediately stiffen rock hard and give out a great inhalation. I feel his entire body stiffen, a great moaning gasp from him, and his semen spews out of his cock into my mouth. I press my lips firmly on the shaft of his cock and slide slowly up and down. His climax slowly diminishes, his semen flowing into my mouth, a faint nutty taste. I cradle his reposing cock in my tongue, pressing and drawing my lips on his cock shaft. A long succession of gasping 'ohs' follow from him. Eventually his cock softens in my mouth and I withdraw. I lean back against the wall and stand. He is still gasping for breath and as I swallow his semen, I reflect again how spectacular anonymous male sex can be. I very much doubt that my companion would appreciate the profound philosophical issues associated with him giving up his life essence to me and my swallowing his semen. But it is enough that I appreciate the act and the symbolism. I leave the room.

I stroll down the hall. I have a date with a woman tonight so this is recreation. That is, I have no plans to visit the movie theater as I am marshaling my resources for my date. But as I walk down the hallway I see ahead of me a boy standing by a booth. Boy in the context of a young man sporting the sweatshirt of a local high school. I look down and see that the enthusiasm of youth is upon him as his clearly visible erection is tenting his jeans. I slow my pace and come to a halt at the booth where he is standing, studying the film offerings. I stand next to him for a moment until he looks up. I give him a hard look and walk into the booth, leaving the door open. He hesitates for a moment, looking at me, and then enters the room. I close the door. I speculate how old he is, certainly not more than eighteen and perhaps younger. He has the slim build of a high school athlete and the facial complexion to match. We stand facing each other for a long moment. He is intoxicatingly beautiful. 

I put a hand on the wall above his shoulder and lean toward him. I can hear his breathing, excited by the exotic eroticism of being here with me. I take my other hand and press it against the front of his jeans, his organ pressed against his belly, his erection clearly in evidence. He gives me a sharp intake of breath at my touch. I continue to press and bring my lips close to his ear. Is this what you came here for I whisper? While he thinks it over, I slide my hand slowly up and down over his erection, the feel of him through his jeans is voluptuously exciting for me, and I daresay for him as well. I squeeze his cock through his jeans and feel him shake from the pleasure of my touch. 

I lean back and reach down for his jeans, unfastening him. I kneel down and slide his jeans down off of his hips, finding him naked underneath. I flip his sneakers off and remove his slacks. And then I look up and his glorious erection is in front of me. The magnetic power of the youthful sex is mesmerizing, standing tall, and throbbing in front of me. I emit an audible gasp as I gaze at his magnificent organ. I stand and lift his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it with his jeans on the bench seat. And then he is completely naked in front of me, his skin glowing in the dim light, his slim body rippled with the strength and power of youth, the muscles standing out well defined on his legs and belly. I reach out and put my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat on my hand, pounding. I slide my hand slowly down his chest, caressing the skin with my fingertips. I watch my hand descend his torso, my fingers playing over the skin of his belly, his cock jutting out and throbbing. The eroticism of his nudity makes it almost difficult for me to breath.

I am rock hard and I cannot recall a time when I have been more aroused. In a flight of erotic imagination, I quickly strip out of my clothes. And we are standing, facing each other, both naked, both rock hard and throbbing. I press against him, feeling his cock strain against my belly and mine pressing against his. I slide my arms around him and grip his ass cheeks in my hands. I moan in arousal as I press him against me, squeezing his ass cheeks in my hands, his flesh firm in my fingers. I continue to grip his ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing the flesh, his hard cock pressed against my belly. I withdraw slightly and slide my own erection under his balls and between his legs. I then I press hard against him again. His glorious hard cock between us, pressed between our bellies. I am enthralled at the physical sensation of this. I find all of this both confusing and thrilling at the same time. Normally I would be interested only in kneeling and engulfing the offered hard cock. And to be sure, his cock is the very definition of rock hard. I feel it throbbing against me. But I find that I cannot get enough of his flesh, his entire body the object of my desire. 

I rub my belly against his, rolling and grinding against him, his cock sandwiched between us. I have his ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing and gripping him close to me, massaging his cock with my belly. His skin has the baby texture of youth and yet the muscles under the skin are firm and strong. I can smell his skin, tantalizing in its freshness. I thrust my belly against his, his erection pressing into my skin. I push back and look down, both of our cocks hard and jutting out. I reach my hand down and grip them, pressing the two cocks together. The touch of his cock against my own is electrifying and I moan in pleasure. I hold the two cocks together in my hand and thrust my hips, the cocks rubbing together. I reach my other hand down and wrap both around the two cocks. My cock is on top of his, the feel of his cock on the sweet spot of mine so enthralling that I have to take care not to climax. I put his cock on top of mine and thrust my hips, rubbing my cock on the bottom of his. I take a glance at the boy and find that he finds the vision equally enthralling as he is staring down at the two cocks. 

The boy begins thrusting his hips in rhythm with my own, our cocks rubbing together. The sensation is electrifying for me and it seems from his reaction for him also. I grip his ass cheek with one of my hands to hold him steady and begin rubbing the head of my cock on the bottom of his shaft. So hard is he that I can rub the head of my cock up and down on the sweet spot of his full organ. We are both leaking and the lubricant from our cocks makes the friction against his skin feel heavenly. I am grunting from the effort, our cocks stabbing and thrusting against each other. I feel him shaking against my hand. I want for all the world to descend to my knees and engulf his cock but the scene in front of me is so enthralling that I cannot move. I convince myself that I will descend in a moment, just a moment more to gaze upon his exquisitely beautiful body and the breathtaking cock rubbing against my own. I cannot take my eyes off of his cock so mesmerizing is the sight. My hand is gripping his ass cheek and I feel his shaking becoming more violent. I know I should descend now before it is too late. 

I see a small white pearl emerge at the tip of his cock and then immediately following his cock gives a strong jerk and spews a blast of semen. So strong is the pulse that it jets upward and splashes against my chest and then ricochets up to splash on my face. I immediately wrap my hand around his shaft when he jerks strongly again and a second blast of semen jets out of his cock and splashes against my belly. The sight of his ejaculating cock is breathtaking. I hold the organ in my hand as the cock emits a third blast of semen, and then a smaller fourth and fifth. And then he is finished. I continue to hold the organ in my hand, squeezing and slowly pumping on it, letting him finish. I slide my other hand under his balls and slowly and gently squeeze them as I continue to squeeze and pump on his cock. I reflect that I could do this forever, gazing at this beautiful body and holding his cock and his balls in my hands. We go on and on like this, his cock remaining full, losing only a bit of rigidity. I look up at him and find him staring down at his cock and my handwork, apparently in no hurry at all to end this.

I look up and down at his beautiful body, the bloom of youth upon him. I wonder again how old he is, how long it has been since he climaxed. I speculate on whether he can do it again as he remains full. When I was eighteen, if he is that old, I could do it five times a day and still want more. I begin caressing his organ, stroking up and down the underside of the shaft with my fingertips. I caress his shaft with the backs of my fingers, over the top, the sides, and the underside of his full cock. He possesses and exquisite cock, long and full, and perfectly straight. The organ gleams in the dim light. His cock shaft is like a beacon, beckoning to me, come closer, worship my majesty. I press on the organ with my fingertips and slowly roll it side to side, pump slowly up and down on it. He recovers some of his rigidity and I speculate that round two with this lovely specimen is in my immediate future. 

I sink to my knees in front of him. His rigid cock is right in front of me. There is semen on the shaft from his ejaculation. In fact there is semen everywhere and the room is filled with the smell of him. I caress his shaft with my fingers. I am naked myself and as I gaze upon and fondle his magnificent organ, my own erection returns in full force and urgency. I reach a hand down and wrap it around my cock, squeezing it and pumping on it. I take my hand off of his cock and slide it over his body, slowly up and down his leg, the muscles rippling his slender limb. I slide my hand up over his belly, teasing the skin with my fingertips. His belly is rock hard under the touch of my fingers. And all the while I gaze upon his cock, just in front of me, jutting out from his belly, throbbing. His cock is breathtaking in its youthful energy. The cock forcefully beckons to me. I cannot resist a moment longer.

I lean forward, intending to tease the head of his cock with my lips. But the instant that I feel the skin of his cock on my lips, I am swept up in an overpowering need and I engulf the entire organ. I feel the head of his cock press against my throat and I squeeze the shaft in my mouth. I release my own cock from my hand in the nick of time. So swept up in this was I that I very nearly climaxed myself. I am clenching furiously between my legs. But I have him in my mouth. I moan loudly as I hold his cock in my mouth, squeezing on it, milking it with my mouth. I taste his semen on the skin of his cock, the remains of his recent ejaculation. I moan with passion, knowing that my supplication will bring him to spew his climax into my mouth. In time. But before then, I can enjoy this magnificent cock at my leisure. I slowly slide my lips off of his cock, teasing the bottom of the shaft with my tongue. I withdraw completely off of the cock and gaze upon it, gleaming in front of me from the wetness of my mouth, throbbing in front of me. I look up at him and find him looking down, watching me. I slide my lips slowly over the head of his cock, pressing on the skin. I feel him stiffen in pleasure. I hold the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it, lapping with my tongue. 

I grip his ass cheek with one hand, the other wrapped around my own raging erection. I pump on my cock while I squeeze his ass cheek with my hand. The muscles of his slim ass are hard to my touch. I slid my lips up and down on his cock, reveling in the hardness of his shaft. Slowly up and down with my lips on the shaft. I reflect that I could do this all day, kneeling in front of this boy with his slim strong body, and this expression of young manhood jutting out, to be supplicated upon, by me, on my knees in front of him, sucking on his cock, swallowing his manhood, consuming his youth. I am pumping up and down on my own cock shaft while I have him in my mouth. I can feel my own climax, just off to the side, to be summoned at a moment's notice. And I know fully when that moment will arrive. I slide my lips down the length of his organ; feel the head press on the opening to my throat. I hold him there for a moment, just at the entrance to my throat, throbbing in my mouth. I take a deep breath, and I push, forcing the head of his cock into my throat. I hear him above me taking in a great inhalation as the sensation of this reaches his brain. I press my face against his belly. I squeeze on his ass cheek and draw him forward. Such is my passion that I want to swallow him whole. I hold him there for a long moment, imbedded in my throat, pumping on my cock shaft between my legs. 

I moan loudly in ecstasy as we remain joined, my mouth full of his magnificent cock, kneeling in front of him, supplicating on his organ. I draw off, taking in a great breath of air. And then immediately slam my face back against his belly, his cock sliding back into my throat. I feel him clenching in my throat, and I hear him above me, moaning in pleasure. I feel his hand on my head. I pump on my cock, my climax rapidly approaching. I slide back off of his cock and begin furiously sucking on his shaft. I press my lips on the organ, just below the head, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock. I suck, enthusiastically, up and down on the shaft. The room fills with the sounds of my noisy wet cock sucking. I feel him stiffen in my mouth and know that his climax is just a few seconds away. I grip his ass cheek and encourage him to thrust his hips. He puts both his hands on my head and begins thrusting energetically, fucking his cock into my mouth. I pump on my cock between my legs. I hear him groan loudly above me, his hips thrusting frantically, mindlessly, in desperation to pump out his agonizing load of semen. And I offer the repository of my mouth, kneeling there in front of him with my lips pressed on his shaft, waiting for his glorious gift. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 20



I feel his shaking increase dramatically, his hip thrusting slows, I feel him jerk strongly; once, a second time, a great gasp from him, and he spews a great blast of his semen into my waiting mouth. Such is the force of the ejaculation in my mouth that I jerk myself. I pump furiously on my cock and I feel the crescendo of my climax overwhelm me. Just as I feel him emit a second blast of his semen in my mouth, my own climax floods over the precipice. I moan loudly and convulse in rapturous ecstasy as I ejaculate my semen out the end of my cock. I pump on myself as I feel yet another jet of his semen pulse into my mouth. I moan again, reveling in the strength and power of his youth and male energy. I hold his cock there in my mouth as he finishes his climax. I feel him clench again and again as I hold his organ in my mouth. My own climax has come to an end but I remain full and I slowly squeeze and pump on my cock shaft. I slide my lips down to the base of his shaft, squeeze hard, and draw off of his cock, squeezing the last of his semen and pleasure from his organ. I hear him moan in grateful pleasure as I taste more of his semen on my tongue. And then I rest there, on my knees in front of this boy, his cock reposing in my mouth, cradled in my tongue, finally and slowly deflating, his cock soaking in his semen. 

I withdraw off of his cock and collapse back against the opposite wall. While I look at him, I swallow his semen and feel an enormous satisfaction, as though I have consumed his youth. I slowly push myself to my feet. We look at each other for long moments, both of us nude with our emptied cocks hanging down. The room reeks of semen and male sex. I ask his name to which he responds Thad. I ask him how old he is to which he responds eighteen. I tell him that I do not believe he is that old. He reassures me that today is his birthday and he was carded to get in here. I reach for my clothes, as does the boy. We both slowly dress. Such has been the experience for me that I feel a complete lethargy that makes it almost painful to move. Eventually we are both dressed but we remain for some moments. The room is in stillness. He asks me if he can see me again. I tell him my cell number and we depart. 

I go home, shower, and take a small nap. I have my date that night and while my companion is both pleasant and interesting, the evening comes to a conclusion before I discover if my own enthusiasm can match that of young Thad. I reflect with enjoyment on the session with him, secure that I will probably not see him again; such is the pattern of anonymous male sex. So it is with considerable surprise as I am leaving work the next day that my cell phone rings. I answer and the voice announces that 'this is Thad. I was wondering if we could hook up today'. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 21



Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 21. 

In which our hero needs a shower. 

I spend the day at work looking forward to the evening where I have a reprise with my companion of several days ago. We met on a bicycle club group ride some weeks ago and have seen each other a few times since. We agreed several days ago that we would have dinner tonight at my place where a vegetarian meal is on the agenda. I reflect with some confidence that this will very likely be followed by the first visit to my bed. As I am walking to my car, I reflect again on the session with Thad as I have several times since the event earlier this week. His youthful energy and enthusiasm were a treat and I have noted that the session marked something of a turning point in my cock sucking career. I am roughly ten years his senior and to date, all of my cock sucking experiences have been with men at least my age, and the vast majority older. Thad is almost a generation younger than me and I reflect about experience, attitudes, and the future. To say the least, I was impressed with his responsiveness and enthusiastic powers of recovery. And I reflect with regret that it is unlikely that I will see him again, such is the pattern of anonymous male sex. So it is with considerable surprise as I approach my car that my cell phone rings and when I answer, the voice announces that 'this is Thad. I was wondering if we could hook up today'. 

Well this is a surprise I remark to myself. I respond that that would be nice but that I have an engagement tonight. He answers with some urgency that he has been busy with practice all week and that he really wants to see me. There is a long pause. I respond that I have only an hour to which he responds enthusiastically that perhaps I could pick him up at his school and drop him off later at his home. He adds that normally he takes the bus, so this would work out great for him. His school is more or less on my way and so I agree to swing by and pick him up. I arrive in my SUV, the bicycle transport vehicle of choice and Thad is waiting and hops in. He greets me and offers a thanks for picking him up. It seems intuitively obvious to me that he wants a blowjob. I could take him to my apartment but that would be out of the way and I am pressed for time. It happens that there is a parking garage more or less on the way to his home and these facilities are the very definition of anonymous sex playgrounds, so I head in that direction. I ask him about his week and he explains again that he has been 'super busy with practice for the big game tomorrow'. But he goes on to add that he thinks all the time about 'what happened the other day'. I suggest that since he has called me, he has thought about what happened with pleasure. Yes, he responds. And that you want more I ask. Yes, he responds. 

I ask rather bluntly if he has beat off since that day. I am curious about his ability to discuss sex and talk about what he likes and wants. To my question he blushes but responds yes. I ask if he beat off thinking about what happened. More blushes but again he responds yes. I ask if he beat off thinking about getting his cock sucked. Yes he responds, and adds, 'also the other thing'. I reflect that that means that he liked the cock play, as certainly did I. I ask how many times he beat off thinking it. He blushes again but does not answer. I ask if he beat off that day, after he left the video shop. He blushes yet again and answers that he did, he could not help it. I ask how many times. He responds that he beat off twice that night, both times thinking about what we did. And today I ask? Not today he responds, or yesterday. He goes on to add that he wanted to very much but was busy with school and practice and then exhausted when he finally got home. He adds that he wanted to call me and was glad when I answered. 

We are near the parking garage and so I tell him to show it to me, that I want to see it, to see how interested he is. I already know how interested he is as he is tenting his nylon athletic pants. I watch traffic as I need to make some turns, but I hear the rustle of fabric. When I next look over, he is nude from the waist and his cock is rock hard, sticking straight up. The sight of him takes my breath away and it requires all of my will power to negotiate the car into the parking garage. As I ascend the floors, I reach over to grip his cock in my hand. I caress the shaft with my fingers. He is rock hard and the texture of his organ is like a velvet sheath covering an anvil. I gently squeeze the shaft in my hands and pump up and down on it, reveling in the experience of playing with his cock. I find a secluded corner and park the car. There is light enough to see well and I look over at him. His beautiful organ is jutting from his belly, throbbing in urgency. I ask again if it has really been two days since he did it. He responds that it has. I reach over to him and slide my hand under his balls and squeeze gently. He emits an enormous gasp of pleasure at this touch and I observe that his cock quivers, no doubt from him clenching with pleasure. I observe to him that after two days his balls, which I am fondling in my fingers, must be very full. He gasps that they are. 

I lean over him and bring my hand up from under his balls, my fingers very gently stroking the underside of his shaft. I slide them up and down on his organ, just my fingertips teasing the skin of his shaft. I am leaning over him with my face a foot above his erect cock, my fingers doing a light teasing caress on the rock hard shaft. My forefinger teases over the sweet spot of his cock under the head, a feathery teasing caress. My finger teasing is all a preliminary to what I want more than anything else in this world at this moment. And that is to take this lovely organ in my mouth and suck the very life out of him. But as I am gazing in rapt wonder at this electrifying sight, I hear a sharp exclamation from him and in that same instant he ejaculates a huge burst of semen that splashes against my face. Instinctively I react by pulling back but such is my surprise at this development a second burst of semen erupts from his cock and splashes on my face before I can move more than a few inches. I wrap my hand around his shaft and squeeze it as he pumps more semen out of his cock, emitting a long series of 'oh, oh, oh'. I grip his cock firmly in my hand and let him finish. At last be bursts out an exclamation of what I can only surmise as relief and his climax is over. There is semen everywhere, all over my face, in my hair, his belly and chest, my hand holding his cock, still quite firm, and the seat of my car where it has run between his legs. 

I have a roll of paper towels in the car that I keep for dealing with the bicycle. I reach in the back seat and fetch the roll, removing a few sheets. I wipe the semen out of my eyes and look at him. I am not amused and tell him rather sharply that it is rude to fail to announce that he is going to do that. He apologizes profusely adding that he could not help it, it happened before he knew it, that it felt so good, had been so long, was so looking forward to it, etc, etc. Actually I am impressed by his performance and reflect again on the energy and enthusiasm of youth. I reflect back on the times that at his age, I could barely get it out of my pants before I was shooting off. Still, he could have told me he was cuming. It is not as though I would have put a cork in it. I give him some paper towels and he begins cleaning up. He has semen on his sweatshirt that will require some explaining. But of course, that is his problem. I suppose that mothers of males his age develop a tolerance for finding semen in odder places than the front of her son's sweatshirt. 

We finish cleaning up, where the cleanup act takes longer than the sex which was over in less than two minutes after I turned off the car. But I suspect that round two is in the immediate future as to no surprise at all, he is still firm. Not the rock hard rigidity of before, but a nice fullness that reflects that there is more where this mess came from. I tell him to take off his sweatshirt which he does. He is nude in front of me and just as breathtakingly gorgeous as the last time in the video booth. His body is slim with muscles clearly in evidence under the pale skin. I reach a hand over and caress his inner thigh, sliding my fingers up and down over the smooth skin. His cock is full but not hard, rather lazily flopping from side to side. I anticipate sucking him off in a few minutes and I have no doubt that he wants this also. But for the moment, there is the entirely enjoyable visual spectacle of his statuesque nudity and the no less enjoyable opportunity to caress his magnificent young male body. I reflect on statues done by the ancients, glorifying the male nude. This boy could easily have served as the model; such is the elegance of his body and subtle musculature, to say nothing of this gorgeous male organ.

I ask if he has a girlfriend to which he responds no but that he did. I ask if he did it with her. He blushes slightly and responds that they made out but nothing more, that she let him once but it did not work and that then she would not let him again. And then they broke up. He goes on to relate that he is 'not so good with girls'. I try to reassure him that it is all about experience and that he should not be discouraged. I ask about sex with other guys. He responds that a couple of times some friends jacked off watching some porn. I ask if it was girl porn to which he affirms. I ask if he watched his friends climax. He blushes again and says that he did watch, that he found it exciting to see them shoot off, that watching made him climax. 

I ask if he wants to climax again. All of this time, I have been caressing his body, my hands sliding over his thighs and belly. I let the backs of my fingers caress against his cock shaft. To my question, he answers yes. I ask him what he would like me to do. I am leaning next to him with my face close to his. My hands are caressing up and down his chest and belly and occasionally my fingers slide over his cock. He has never fully deflated after his climax and by now his cock has evolved from full to standing up nice and hard. I slide one of my hands under him and grip his ass cheek, squeezing and kneading the flesh. With my other hand, I grip his cock, squeeze it and slide up and down on it. He murmurs that that feels good. I ask again what he would like me to do. 'Do it he says'. I ask what he means. 'You know, do it to me'. Tell me I say to him, tell me what you would like me to do; I want to hear you say the words. I continue sliding my fingers up and down on his shaft, a teasing caress of the skin. His cock is mesmerizing, long and perfectly straight, the head a beautiful mushroom shape. I move down and brush my face on his belly, caressing the skin with my cheek. His cock is standing tall right in front of my face. I can see the ridges on the shaft. I am still sliding my hand up and down on his cock, teasing the skin of the shaft with my fingertips. More sighs of pleasure emanate from him until he finally gasps out, 'oh put your mouth on it, oh, oh, oh suck me'. 

I move down with my face over his cock. I open my mouth and move lower. He has been rhythmically arching his hips up as though the air above his cock were an orifice that he could fuck himself into. Now my lips are open wide and he thrusts himself up into my mouth. I do not close my lips on his shaft quite yet and the sides of his cock brush against my lips but with no friction. The occasional touch of my lips on his cock apparently drives him into a frenzy and he begins thrusting his hips faster. I hear him moaning and muttering, 'please, oh please', as his hips thrust faster and higher. I press my lips very gently on his cock shaft and he jerks and spasms at this new and clearly rapturously pleasurable sensation. I hold my lips on his shaft and let him fuck his cock which he does with great energy. I have one hand on has ass cheek and the other on his thigh. I feel him shaking and it occurs to me that this is going to come to a conclusion very soon. Almost before I can complete this thought he goes rigid, I hear him moan, and I feel his cock spew a flood of semen into my mouth. I move my hand from his thigh to his cock, gipping the base of the shaft firmly and I pump rapidly on it. He emits another gasp of pleasure and spews more semen into my mouth. I continue pumping on his shaft until his jerking ceases. I then put my hand back on his thigh and let him soak his cock in my mouth, bathing in semen. 

As I hold him there in my mouth, I reflect that he probably ejaculated while trying to enter the girl. A common problem for the young male, so arousing is the prospect of a conquest. In the present case, he lasted about thirty seconds the first time and from the time my lips closed on his shaft, not more than sixty seconds the second time. Eventually he emits an exclamation of satisfaction and relief and I feel him relax, his climax concluded. I withdraw and sit up, looking at him. His cock is still full. My mouth is full of his semen and as I gaze upon this beautiful young body, full of strength and power, I swallow his cum. I reflect that swallowing his cum is all the more pleasurable with his beauty and youth and strength on display before me. And he is still full. I have swallowed the life essence of him but he retains some portion of his male strength and power. I know that this is only a reflection of his youth but I cannot let go of the symbolism of his erection on display before me. 

We have been parked not twenty minutes. And such is the ways of the young male that he has twice rapturously climaxed. He is dressing and it is time to go. I start the car and we depart the parking garage. On the way out he asks if he could come over to my place to 'hang out' some time. I reassure him that I would like that. And there is no doubt that I would. He goes on to tell me that he thinks a lot about 'that other thing we did', and he would like to do that again. That other thing refers to the cock play and rubbing our cocks together, and the remembrance makes me hard. I reflect that over the past half hour I have been mostly hard and that I would very much like to hang out with my young companion, young Thad, young full of cum Thad, young irrepressibly hard Thad. I reflect that I would very much enjoy finding out what lengths would be necessary to finally wear down his seemingly irrepressible erection. I ask about his schedule, practice every night except Sunday and Friday and games on Saturday. I drop him off in front of his home and we agree to hang out Sunday evening. 

I make my way home to my apartment, leaving the windows of the car open to air out the inside. The car reeks of semen and male sex, as do I. I go inside, strip out of my clothes, and take a long shower. I wash his semen off of my face and hair, reflecting fondly on how it got there. But I cannot remove the taste of him from my mouth, the taste of his cum, the sensation of his cock in my mouth. I am rock hard, standing there in the shower thinking about him and the events of the past hour. I reflect that his call, the two climaxes, and my entering this shower have all taken less than ninety minutes. My date will arrive in thirty minutes and there is preparation to complete. But I cannot resist a few agonizingly pleasurable moments of caressing my rigidly hard cock in the shower, reliving the moments just completed, his spurting cock, and the mouthful of his semen. I can still taste his cum, the sensation of his organ in my mouth overpoweringly real.

I greet my date and we set about overcoming the predictable awkwardness of the not yet but tacitly understood soon to be sexually committed relationship. We are to cook together and since this is a vegetarian meal, there is a good deal of chopping and slicing to perform. And that means a good deal of moving about in the confines of the modest sized apartment kitchen. Eventually we just give up the tension, embrace, and kiss, the seal of the promise to come. Without knowing it, S** shares the taste of Thad's semen which to me seems to scream of male sex but which she seems not to notice. My companion S** is divorced and has children. For her, the bicycle and the club rides are her principle social outlet as the remainder of her time are committed to either work or dealing with her children. Of course she has made an excellent choice in the bicycle. Besides the obvious advantages of good health and physical fitness, men outnumber women roughly ten to one. So if a woman is looking for a man, the bicycle clubs are a good place. 

We relax and chat with wine, the food preparation complete but not yet ready for consumption. My companion is a couple of years older than myself, reasonably attractive, and quite bright. She has an education and works in the IT industry. She has two children whose father abandoned the family several years ago after a turbulent period of marriage. She receives no support. She seems to have a remarkably good attitude about all of this, I suppose bolstered by her relative prosperity owing to her education, intelligence, and good looks. Our talk is mostly about bicycles, bicycle riding, and mutual friends made through the bicycle club events since that is our principle association and history. I have found her to be a strong rider, nothing like a bicycle racer of course, but one of the many that regularly attend the bicycle club rides where a competitive attitude drives the rider to excel and improve. I should imagine that she is thinking about what is to come later since as a divorced single mom, I should think opportunities are not readily at hand. I assume she finds me physically attractive and I suppose there is the inevitable consideration of me as a potential mate. I flash back to earlier in the day with Thad, the archetypical example of anonymous male sex, no dinner, no small talk, no decisions to be made, just sex. But for tonight, there are preliminaries to be dealt with, first dinner, and then sex. 

Dinner is a great success, vegetarian food lending itself to many humorous anecdotes about saving the cows, pigs, and chickens. And bolstered by the wine, our spirits are high. In my case, I want to fuck. It has come down to that very simple objective. I want to spread her thighs, slide into her, and fuck. And at this moment, our mutual touching and caressing has convinced me that she shares the same view. We make a few minutes work of the cleanup and by mutual unspoken agreement, we retire to the bedroom. The evening has been sufficiently gregarious that we need waste no time in silly preliminaries, so we both undress. This is only modestly awkward and soon we are in bed together, both naked, and grappling in passion. And here it is that the flashbacks to Thad make an appearance in my evening. S** is an attractive woman for a 30ish mother of two who slaves her way through many miles on a bicycle for recreation and mate hunting. The operative point here being the 'for a' qualification. What woman can compete with an exquisitely beautiful male body? The answer without any qualifier is none. And yet biology and social conditioning lead to S** and I in bed together, she passionately aroused for me, of that there can be no question. And for me, I want to plant my seed in a woman.

To be sure, I am aroused as well. S** is naked in bed with me and very aroused. I mount her and slide in with ease, finding her wet and eager. We begin thrusting and I roll my hips on her, pubic bones rubbing and grinding. To my delight, she quickly reaches a very satisfying climax and we repose, joined together in mid coital bliss. Mid to the extent that I have not climaxed yet as at the height of her passion, I found myself comparing her somewhat fleshy thighs to the rope-like definition of Thad's slim legs. And I grip her fleshy ass in my hands and though I find this erotic, I cannot resist the comparison to the iron hard buns of the young Thad. We lay copulated for some long minutes while she recovers from her orgiastic delight. As I anticipated, this has been a long anticipated event for my companion and she is in no rush to uncouple. Indeed, her ardent desire is that we continue, that view reinforced by her enthusiastic gripping of me. Soon enough we are off on round two and S** comes to a second shattering climax in which I contribute a load of my semen in a great blast of pleasure and relief. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 21



We repose for some time in interlinked arms and legs. One of the joys of life, unknown in the world of anonymous male sex, is this sharing of reassuring post coital intimacy, a reminder of one's membership in the human kind. As I lay there with S**, I consider the evening with my companion and the act just completed. It would be impossible to characterize the evening as anything less than very pleasant and physically very fulfilling. I love women and I very much enjoyed fucking her. At one point, at the height of my arousal I found myself driving into her with mindless animal energy, matched only by her response and apparently equal arousal and passion. The climax inside her was my typical orgiastic mind blowing affair which leaves me sated and at peace with the world. And yet.

I fetch some wine and we enjoy a post-coital refreshment. There is another thing that I very much want. By gesture and some delicate urging, I make clear that I have an interest in going down on her. Whether she actually wants me to or agrees so as to have the evening end on a happy note without denying something that is easily satisfied, she lays back and I have my way. To be sure, I find the female organ an endless source of fascination and delight. But I know that I can explore S**'s in the future, at my leisure. Tonight that exploration is not my objective. It is my semen that I want back. I do not want her to leave with it. This is hardly something that I can articulate to this woman that I hardly know. But I have asked and she assented. 

I am lying on my stomach between her legs, her knees raised and parted. I have my mouth on her and I am teasing and caressing. Occasionally I take her sex in my mouth and squeeze and suck. I drive my tongue inside of her and I can taste my semen. I swirl my tongue over her and she responds with enthusiasm, providing encouraging murmurs of pleasure and rocking her hips. I drive my tongue in deeply and I taste my semen inside of her. I have my arms under her hips and my hands on her belly, holding her tightly. I have her in my mouth and I am gently but firmly sucking and squeezing. It becomes clear to me that she is going to climax in my mouth. When I am sucking on a cock, I think only of the cock in my mouth, the magnificent full organ filling my mouth and my senses. Here now with this woman at the precipice of pleasure from my mouth, I think of giving her pleasure. But I also think about the absence of the cock and the comparison to sucking on a cock. 

With a woman, one continues until she climaxes, using techniques that provide pleasure, without delay or attempts to prolong. It is all up to the woman to take her pleasure at her own pace. With cock sucking it is entirely different. One worships the cock and enjoys the magnificence of the erection. One nurtures, coaxes, and encourages the erection for as long as possible. One uses various techniques and artifice to delay and prolong the blowjob. Indeed for the expert cock sucker, the entire point of the experience is to enjoy the organ in one's mouth, the flooding ejaculation only another phase of the experience for both the blowjob giver and receiver.

In the present, S*** rocks her hips and I know from experience that it is only a matter of a moment or two and she will finish. I drive my tongue inside of her again, fucking her with my tongue. She puts her hands on my head and begins grinding herself against my mouth. I am squeezing her in my mouth when she does a violent lurch of her hips and screams, her fingers twisting my hair. Her climax continues for some minutes with violent lurches of her hips. She holds my mouth tightly against her sex and the intensity of her climax has forced my semen out of her and into my mouth. I have my cum in my mouth mixed with her fluid. I swallow. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 22



Chapter 22. 

In which our hero enjoys an afternoon delight. 

It is Sunday afternoon and the last lap of the race has just started. Two of my teammates are behind me and we are in the lead group of twenty or so. Our sprinter is the last in line. My job is to keep us near but not at the front until we are within the last mile before the finish line. My legs are beyond burning as the pace of the race has been brutal. But we have a chance to win if we can stay with this group for this last lap. My legs feel numb, but there are still seven miles to go in the race, and then six, and five. Finally we are on the last mile and the real race begins. The other teams and riders weave back and forth with clear gaps in front of me opening and closing. My objective now is to accelerate through a gap so that the sprinter can be launched with a clear path to the finish line. But it must be the correct gap. Choose too early and we will be overtaken by others, too late and the sprinter won't be able to accelerate fast enough to reach the line for the win. So I bide my time, allowing gaps to open and close, my two teammates locked on my wheel, trusting me implicitly. All I can see are male hips in front of me, all working frantically to pump on pedals. I wait until I judge the distance to the line at two hundred yards and give it everything I have, accelerating through a gap that has opened. We break free and I continue for another fifty yards when I pull off out of the way. My two teammates rocket by me and my job is over; I can coast to the finish, completely spent from the effort. It is impossible to see who actually wins in the confusion of weaving bikes and straining riders. But eventually I see a familiar jersey with arms raised high in a victory salute and know that we have won. Later over a beer we reprise the race, each of us contributing our perspective. I love my teammates and the sport of bicycle racing. It is great fun when we win and less fun when we do not. But it is always fun. And how else can one enjoy so much fun while at the same time enduring so much painful effort. 

I finally get home, shower, have some food, and take a desperately needed nap. I expect Thad to arrive around six and so a well-deserved refresh is in order. As always after a tiring ride and some food, I quickly and easily fall asleep. I am fortunate today in that I am not plagued by leg cramps and I sleep soundly for two hours. I waken, groggy from the sleep and the effort, and hungry again. In my late twenties I have retained a skeletal bicycle racing physique, due principally to the calories burned and the starvation diet, both necessary to maintain the power to weight of elite riders. So my hunger is quenched by a chocolate flavored coffee and some fruit and the anticipation of what is to come tonight, several hours alone with Thad the magnificent, eighteen years old and tirelessly erect and full.

Thad arrives a few minutes early and we greet warmly. I am finishing my coffee and fruit and I describe my day and the bicycle race. My companion is interested and asks questions about the details of bicycle racing. He then tells me about his big game the day before. Alas they lost, Thad playing wide receiver and having little to do with the outcome, much to his dismay. But he is philosophical about both his role and the relative skills of his team. And of course he will soon leave behind high school with no expectation of a college sports career. I suggest that he consider taking up bicycle riding as both an excellent exercise and something that he may enjoy. We discuss the requirements in general terms and I offer my assistance in a getting started effort. 

Soon enough I finish my refreshment and we have the evening before us. There is no point in coquetry and so I suggest that we retire to bed. Thad ascents immediately and as he turns, I see that my invitation is precisely what he had in mind, his arousal more than evident. We move to the bedroom and both of us undress. There is nothing that either of us has not seen and so this proceeds with little awkwardness. But each time I see him I am struck that he is even more breathtakingly beautiful than I remembered. And the current vision does not disappoint. I see that he is aroused as he undresses, more or less without embarrassment, and as he stands there in front of me fully erect I am almost speechless with admiration and desire. We are on opposite sides of the bed looking at each other and without words, we enter the bed together. This occasion and the leisure of several hours mean that there is no fear of an early completion spoiling the fun. In fact, my entire objective is to enjoy him to the fullest, and on this occasion that means his departure with completely empty balls.

We embrace with mutual erections between us, each stabbing the other in the belly. We spend some time touching, stroking, and caressing of limbs and hips. By more or less unspoken agreement, the cocks are off limits for the moment although clearly not forgotten as his probing against me makes his interest all too clear and my own remains in a similar state of arousal. The touching and cuddling do much to evaporate any tension or awkwardness and soon enough we both arrive at a state of relaxation. We are both hard and our cocks touch more than occasionally as we lay together. I reach my hand down can gather both of the organs, squeezing them together. The touch of my cock on his is electrifying and I clench as we rub. I feel Thad stiffen and jerk as the two cocks rub together. It is sublime to lie here like this with our two cocks rubbing together, my shaft rubbing on top of his, his on top of mine, and rolling them around each other. I glance at Thad and find him staring down at our cocks, mesmerized by the sight. And to be sure the vision and the sensation of the two cocks rubbing together is electrifying.

Thad moves his hand to our two cocks and displaces mine. He squeezes the cocks together and I thrust my hips, fucking my cock against his. He brings his other hand down and wraps both around our two cocks. We both thrust our hips, our cocks held in place by his hands, rubbing together. We both begin to lubricate and leak and as the juice gets smeared over our organs, the sensations become voluptuous. I slide my hand under his hip and at the same time roll on my back so that he is on top of me straddling my hips. I displace his hands with my own and wrap fingers around each of the shafts. I rub the cocks together, the sweet spot on mine caressing the underside of his shaft, lubricated by our leaking juice. I feel his cock stiffen while we rub together. 

And to be sure, my own stiffens as it is difficult to see how this could be more pleasurable. I rub the hard cocks back and forth across each other, holding each shaft with my fingers. I am looking down at the two cocks rubbing, my breath almost taken away at the beauty of the vision; the two cocks rock hard, jutting out from our flat bellies, his balls laying on mine. I look up at him and his eyes are closed, the look on his face one of beatific ecstasy. I press the cock shafts together more firmly and rub them together, aided by the now abundant lubrication. Thad begins to shake, his hips trembling. I look up at him and his face is twitching, his approaching climax more than apparent. I tell him to tell me when he is going to cum, and at the same time, I rub our cocks together harder and faster. I look up at him and see the muscles in his face and neck working, the pleasure of all of this fully upon him. He is straddling my hips and so we are in close contact. I can feel him shaking with pleasure. His hips tremble and I hear him gasp that he is going to shoot. And at that instant I feel his organ give a great lurch and I see a blast of semen burst out of the tip of his cock and fly up in the air. The semen lands on my face and hair and my chest. This is followed immediately by a second powerful burst of semen. This also splashes on my face and chest. And then a third and fourth and fifth, each diminishing only very slightly in volume and force and each splashing on my face and chest. I wrap my hand around his cock shaft and pump vigorously on it to which Thad responds with a series of oh, oh, oh. Through the semen blotting my eyes, I watch his cock as I pump on it with my hand, a small puddle of semen forming on my belly under the head of his cock. Eventually his ejaculation ends and I am covered with his cum from my hips to the head of the bed. 

I look up at him and his face is twitching in the aftermath of his great climax. To be sure, it was spectacular to watch, his beautiful organ spewing out powerful bursts of semen in great spasms. I reach up and wipe the semen out of my eyes. I press his cock against my belly and rub it in the semen on my skin. He murmurs in pleasure as I press down hard on the shaft, squeezing the last of the semen and pleasure from his organ. Eventually his shaking fully subsides and he rolls off of me, lying next to me on the bed on his side. I look down and see his full but no longer rigid organ pulsing. He is breathing hard from the great effort, the huge climax clearly taking a toll. I reach for a towel and attempt some measure of cleanup, wiping off the deposits of semen from my hair, face, chest, my hands, and my own cock, still firm and covered in his juice. I roll over on my side and face him. We embrace warmly and entangle arms and legs to increase body contact. His breathing gradually slows and eventually there are great exhalations of post climax bliss. 

We are both still full, he apparently never deflating although he has lost the rigidity of his pre-climax erection. And I am hard as I have not climaxed. I would have done so had the cock rubbing continued for a few more minutes. He inquires and I relate this reassuring information to him. We lay closely locked together for some time, exchanging the odd question and answer but mostly just enjoying the intimacy of the moment, a pleasant change from the non-intimacy of my usual anonymous male sex engagements. I slide my hands over his shoulders and back and his ass cheeks. I marvel again at the beauty of his body, slim but with a strong musculature subtly evident under the smooth skin. My own cock is hard and pressed against his belly. I occasionally clench against him as I am fully aroused. Eventually he pushes back a bit to provide some space between us and moves his hand down, wrapping his fingers around my cock shaft. The touch of his fingers on my organ is wonderful and I murmur in pleasure as he grips my shaft. 

He rolls me onto my back and moves his head down to rest on my chest. My cock is rock hard, just in front of his face. He teases my cock with his fingertips, watching it quiver in arousal. This goes on for some time, his leg draped over mine and his head resting on my chest watching my cock and the effects of his fingers and hand caressing and stroking. He slides his hand down between my legs and grips my balls, squeezing them and rolling them in his fingers. My abandoned cock jerks in the air as I clench. I watch as he lifts his head and I feel his lips on the head of my cock. He performs a long tender kiss of his lips on the lips of the tip of my cock. I strain my hips up as he licks the very tip of my cock, parting the delicate lips of the opening, stabbing with the tip of his tongue. I groan in pleasure and I am straining my cock as hard as I can. He slides his lips over the head and the sensation of warm velvet on my cock is overwhelming.

I moan and strain my hips for more. He holds me there, the head of my cock in his mouth. I remind myself that he is eighteen and that almost certainly; this is the first time that he has had a cock in his mouth. This is all new and experimental to him. But the sensations for me are voluptuous. He slides his lips slowly up and down, mostly on the head of my cock. He has his hand holding my balls and he occasionally squeezes and rolls them in his fingers. His lips are so soft and caressing that it is absolutely maddening. I want to grab his head and fuck my cock brutally into his mouth. It takes all of my mental discipline to lay there and let him experiment and enjoy himself. But I provide unceasing encouragement by my moans and sighs of pleasure, heartfelt and sincere, and I reinforce my pleasure by increasingly urgent thrusting of my hips. 

He takes his mouth off of my cock and lets me bob in the air for some minutes, watching the shaft just in front of him. Occasionally he leans forward and licks or does a brief suck on the head, and occasionally grips the shaft and pumps for a few moments. But his interest is one that I share, to watch an aroused cock of another in all its glory, to watch the pleasure expressed in the straining and clenching, to compare the reaction to one's own organ. In short, to enjoy that elemental maleness, the hard cock in all its many manifestations. 

He returns his mouth to my cock, the interval contributing only minimally to cooling off my arousal. This time he does not stop at the head of my cock, his lips continuing down the shaft until I feel friction on the head of my organ. He has most of my cock in his mouth, holding me there, letting my cock soak in a paradise of erotic bliss. I am slowly straining my hips upward and as I do so, he moves his head up and down in rhythm, holding my rock hard cock in his mouth. He puts his hand back on my balls and squeezes, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me. I dig my heels into the bed and strain as his hand lazily caresses and teases my balls. I want more than anything in the world to cum in his mouth, and I would do so if he applied just a bit more pressure on the shaft of my cock. We remain there for a long time with my cock soaking in his mouth, his caressing of my balls continuing. I begin moaning in a mix of pleasure and despair, wanting desperately to climax. I feel his lips slide up the shaft of my cock and the sensation is voluptuously pleasurable. Before he can withdraw completely off of my cock, I begin thrusting my hips, frantic to reach a climax. My hips are trembling and my taut belly shaking with pent up desire. I gasp out a heartfelt plea that he let me cum, and thrust my hips in wild abandon. I feel his lips press on my shaft just below the head. The sensation of pleasure erupts into a wild surging joyous crescendo of ecstasy and I burst my ejaculation into his mouth with a loud roaring groan. I cum and cum, squirt after gut wrenching squirt as my climax goes on in a tidal wave of pleasure, my semen filling his mouth. 

We remain there for long minutes, me on my back, completely spent from the intensity of my climax in his mouth. And he content to repose on my cock as it slowly deflates after my eruption in his mouth. I move my hand down and caress his head, my breathing slowly returning to normal. Eventually he withdraws and slides his head up to mine. We look at each other and I realize that his mouth is full of my cum. It occurs to me that he does not know quite what to do, spit it out, swallow, or something else. I reach my hand out and press the palm on his cheek, drawing him to me. He does so, looking at me until our lips touch. We kiss, just touching at first, but then more fully and I part his lips with my tongue. I hear him moan as my tongue enters his mouth and I taste the semen, my semen, my cum in his mouth. We kiss voluptuously and at length, the semen flowing back and forth between us, both of us swallowing. And then it is over and we both lay back, both of us enjoying the post-climax moment. I hear him say that that was incredible, and I realize that I have shepherded a novice into the world of fellow travelers. I reach out and squeeze his hand in recognition and reassure him that it was indeed incredible. 

We have something to drink and a pee and after a bit, we return to the bed. I have some porn films and we agree to watch one. The monitor is mounted on the wall at the end of the bed and I start the film and sit up in bed, leaning back against the headboard. I have Thad sit in front of me between my parted legs, his back pressing on my chest. I reach around him and press him back against me as we watch the film. It is a gay porn film and the performers are attractive, well endowed, and very hard. We watch a thrilling 69 act and it is only a minute before Thad has returned to a state of rigidity that more than equals the performers on the screen. This is precisely what I had in mind and I reach around him and stroke and caress his wonderful cock. 

I wrap my fingers around the shaft and slowly pump up and down on it. As he has climaxed once, I feel some freedom in handling his organ without fear of a premature completion. I caress his inner thighs and his belly, mesmerized by the duality of the beautiful smooth skin with the firm musculature beneath. Of course his cock is no less captivating; long and smooth with the beautiful mushroom shaped head. I tease my fingertips over the head of his cock, stroking the sweet spot, teasing it again and again before wrapping my hand around the shaft. I squeeze the shaft gently and then more firmly before pumping up and down on it. It is electrifying to watch his cock, rock hard, jutting up from his hard flat belly. While I caress and stroke his cock, I move my other hand from caressing his belly and slide it under his balls, gently lifting and squeezing them in the palm of my hand. I find myself caught between the dual ambitions of playing with his organs and bringing his pleasure to the point of watching him ejaculate again. 

We continue watching the film as I play with my companion, at leisure to explore and enjoy his lovely body. He emits the occasional murmur of pleasure and his cock stiffens and clenches with increasing frequency. The film evolves to the cock sucking pair engaging in a frantic fucking, one of the pair on his knees and the other riding him with great energy and enthusiasm, both sets of balls flying and slapping as the coupling continues. The fellow on the bottom is vigorously pumping his hard cock and as Thad and I watch, he comes to a frenetic climax, his semen jetting out of his cock while all the while his partner continues the energetic driving of his cock into the welcoming asshole. We watch the semen stream out of the cock while the fellow's asshole is being hammered, and Thad, with a great sigh, observes that that is so lovely. And indeed it is. 

I continue pumping on Thad's cock, now with more energy. He is rock hard in my hand. I want to suck on his cock but I think I will have the opportunity to do that at my leisure later. For now, it is lovely to fondle and caress this wonderful organ. And I want to watch him ejaculate again, watch as he comes to a huge spurting climax, and watch the semen jet out in front of him. Both from my manipulation of his organs and aided by the stimulation of the films, I conclude that that outcome is not long in arriving. He is rock hard in my hand and I can feel him shaking. I have him enclosed between my thighs with my arms wrapped around him. I am pumping on his cock, now fully aroused and leaking juice. I use this as lubricant and smear it over the head of his cock. Each time I do this, I receive a heartfelt moan of pleasure from him. He is rocking his hips and I conclude that his climax is just a moment or two away. I press his organ between my fingertips and alternate rolling the shaft and pumping, rolling and pumping, rolling and pumping with my fingers on the shaft. I feel him lean back against me, his entire body trembling. I whisper into his ear that I want him to do it, to squirt for me, that I want to watch his cock shoot his cum. He groans, his hips rock and tremble violently and then a great gasp from him. I wrap my hand around the shaft below the head and begin pumping hard and fast. This continues for just a few seconds and be cums, great jets of semen bursting out of the end of his cock. The semen flies through the air and lands on the towel under us. I continue pumping on his shaft and he spews out four and then five and then six jets of cum. I squeeze his cock shaft in my hand and slowly pump, the last of his ejaculation forming a small pool under the head of his cock. He leans back into me sighing in pleasure, his body only slowly subsiding from the intensity of his shattering climax. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 22



We roll over on our sides and rest. His back is pressed against my chest and I feel his heavy breathing slowly calm. I caress and stroke my fingers on his hip. His lovely elegant skin gleams in the light. It feels like velvet under my fingers. He gets up to go to the bathroom and when he returns he asks that we play another film. The film begins and he lies down. The film is a straight with a girl doing blowjobs on a group of men. They are all erect and take turns in the girl's mouth. We are lying side by side watching the film, leaning back against the headboard. I see that he becomes full and I slide down next to him. I take his cock in my mouth and begin a slow, lazy blowjob, taking the organ in my mouth and soaking. We can both see the film, in my case with his cock in my mouth. I am in no rush and slowly slide my lips up and down his organ. I take my mouth off and look at his cock, wet from my mouth, a beautiful specimen. I lick the shaft, all over it, teasing caresses with my tongue. I put my mouth back on it and plunge my lips down to the base, soaking on his cock. I squeeze his balls in my hand, stroking the skin with my fingertips. Thad suggests that we change the film, putting the boy film back on. I take my mouth off of him and he gets up and swaps the films. 

When he returns to the bed, he rolls me on my side and spoons behind me, wrapping his arm around me. The film begins and Thad fast forwards past the opening oral work. Two performers appear on the screen lying on the bed together, one behind the other. Of course they are both erect and the one behind is reaching around his partner pumping on his cock, showing it off to the camera. As we watch, the fellow behind finds the rectum hole of his partner with the head of his cock and slides in up to his balls. And then we have the glorious vision of a beautifully full shaft being fondled while his rectum is filled with a straining hard cock. They begin fucking vigorously, the recipient providing a convincing presentation of thoroughly enjoying the effort. Thad is also enjoying the effort as behind me, I feel his erection grow. I reflect again on the energy and vitality of youth. At first his erection is pressed against my back. We continue watching the film for a bit in this fashion with his cock pressing against my back, obviously becoming aroused. Eventually he shifts and I feel the cock pressed down so that it is between my legs from behind, Thad's belly snuggling tightly against my back. He begins a subtle rolling and thrusting of his hips against me. I lift my leg and reach my hand down, stroking his cock with my fingertips. The action on the screen becomes heated as the fellow behind has his hands on his companion's hips and is fucking his asshole with great energy, the sounds of the two bodies coming together in great crashing lunges, the cock of the fellow in front flying madly around as he is being fucked. 

Thad reaches around and grasps my cock and strokes it. I am full and who could not be watching such a film with the added stimuli of my companion and his hard cock pressing against me. It is more than clear to me that my young companion wants to fuck. And this would be a rite of passage for him, his first fuck. He is aroused and leaking and I tease the head of his cock with my fingertips, aided by his juice. I ask him if he wants to do that, meaning of course what is on the screen. He immediately answers that he would very much like to, hardly a surprise. I reach for some lube and dose his organ, lift my leg, and position the head of his cock at the entrance to my rectum. I push back a bit and at the same time reach for his hip, pulling on it. I feel him grip my hip and push and he slides into me without difficulty. I hear his sharp intake of breath from behind me, reaching a loud groan of pleasure when he is fully inside. He holds my hips tightly and I feel him press hard, straining to get the last fraction of a millimeter of his cock inside me. 

And which of us has not felt the thrill of conquest the first time we slid in. Whether it was a man or woman as partner is irrelevant to the final rite of passage to adulthood and confirmation of sexual and personal maturity. For my partner on this occasion, he told me that he tried with a girl but that it did not work. I recall my own early fumbles until a patient, and vastly more experienced girl shepherded me through this passage on the front seat of my car after several failed attempts. For Thad, he has had the reassuring convenience of having already climaxed twice so that he is more or less in some semblance of control. But even so, I feel him trembling back there. I reach back and push his hip so that he slides partially out and then pull him back in, drawing yet another deep groan of pleasure from him. I feel him rhythmically arching his hips, pulling out a quarter inch or so and pushing back in. I reach my arm back to him and urge him to take his time, there is no rush, and he should enjoy himself. He asks if he is hurting me and I respond with a fond caress on his hip and respond no, not at all, it feels good and I am enjoying his cock.

With a deep groan he pulls part way out and then holding my hip, he drives his cock back into me, straining hard at the end. He pauses for a moment and then repeats this effort, pulling almost out and then immediately driving back into me, to which I offer some reassuring murmurs of pleasure. I partially roll forward so that he is partly drawn on top of me, providing what I expect will be some leverage for him. He draws out again and then begins fucking, my belly on the bed, and his legs on either side of mine. He begins slowly at first and then increases his pace as be becomes more comfortable, and I surmise more confident. Soon enough he is fucking hard, drawing his cock out and then driving it forcefully back into me. We are both breathing hard and both emitting gasps and murmurs of pleasure. And then I hear him say, oh it is so good to fuck, oh, oh, oh. And indeed it is. For both the one doing the fucking and the one being fucked. I feel his balls slapping on me with the energy of his thrusting. His chest is on my back, his arms entangled with mine, the perfect coupling for male sex, his cock driving forcefully into my rectum.

I hear him gasping behind me and an ongoing series of murmurs and oaths; oh it feels so good, oh, oh, oh, oh it feels so good. I feel him lean down and he kisses my neck and shoulder. I reach a hand up and caress his face, and reassure him that it feels so good, that I do not want him to stop. When these words register in his brain, he issues a loud groan and I feel him go faster and harder, now slamming his cock back into me after withdrawing. Yes I respond, yes, that's it, don't stop. He continues driving his cock into my rectum harder and faster. I feel him trembling on top of me and I know that he is going to climax in another moment or two. I flash to how many times I have felt this way, driving my cock into a woman, knowing I am going to climax, wanting nothing more in this world than to plant my seed in her. And my companion is doing just that. I hear him groan and his fucking reaches the frantic level, his hips a blur driving into me. And then he gives out a great shriek and stiffens, his hand on my shoulder blade pushing me down under him, and I feel his great cock erupting, shooting out his semen inside me. He emits a loud groan with each contraction of his cock, each of which I feel inside me as he spews out his semen, for him the great relief of his climax, coupled with the conquest of his first fuck. Which of us ever forget this experience, the first time we ejaculate inside another person? 

We lay coupled together, his cock clenching inside me long after he has emptied his balls. His weight is upon me and his arms encircle mine, holding me in place under him. His face rests on my shoulder blade, the very essence of male post-climax contentment. I can feel him loose his rigidity and occasionally he strains to push himself fully inside. There is no reason to rush his departure and in fact I am enjoying the close contact and intimacy of the moment. There are a series of great exhalations from him as he mentally casts off each of the rite of passage burdens. Finally I hear him say that that was wonderful, followed by another great exhalation and a strain to push himself fully back in. I imagine that he would stay like this all night, pinning me down under him with his cock imbedded in me. But eventually I provide a small urging that he withdraw and he does so, rolling on his back with a great sigh of bliss. 

We lay together, the room in silence, the smell heavy with male sex. I look down at him and note with some satisfaction that his organ has finally shown some signs of wear. I rise and clean up, have a pee and something to drink. I ponder whether the evening is over when he returns having completed his own ablutions. He shows no interest in departing and indeed we embrace warmly with more reassurances from him that he found the experience great, that it was really great. We have something to drink and some food, chatting about the activities of the evening. We are both nude and the casual nature of being together in this relaxed state, chatting is both comforting and stimulating. The events of the evening have done nothing to cool my admiration for his beauty. While he has perhaps lost the untouchable quality of his beauty, the masculine attraction of his body is stronger than ever.

I find myself in the kitchen with Thad standing next to me. I turn and there he is, looking at me. My breath is taken away yet again at the sheer breathtaking physical presence of him. I look into his eyes for a long moment and then descend to my knees in front of him, engulfing his cock. He instantly swells in my mouth and I soak him there for a long moment. Supplicating on his cock somehow seems the only appropriate expression of my adoration and worship of his physical beauty. My own cock swells between my legs and I reach down to stroke it. I suck nosily on him for a moment, pumping furiously on my own cock, before withdrawing and rising. I embrace him closely, our hard cocks pressed between us and we kiss, a long embracing kiss, crushing our erections between us. I suggest that we return to bed to which he assents.

We slide into bed together and embrace. We kiss and press together for a few moments. This is very nice but what I want at this moment is more elemental. I slide down him, licking and kissing as I descend. He reaches for me and we are of a like mind. We lay on our sides facing each other, mouth to cock, a breathtaking sight in front of me, and apparently no less captivating for him. I slide my hand over his bare ass cheek to draw him to me. He does likewise and I feel his mouth engulf my erect cock. I emit a groan of pleasure and I lift his leg, draping it over my side. And there I have him before me, his cock erect, and the head just grazing my lips. I open my mouth and caress the head of his cock. I have looked forward to this all night, to suckle his magnificent cock at my leisure, to bring him to climax in my mouth, to swallow his virility and strength. 

I slide my lips over the head of his cock, letting the mushroom head soak in my mouth, sucking gently on it, teasing it with my tongue. I caress the shaft of his cock just past the head, teasing the skin of his organ, a light feathery caress with my lips. I feel him stiffen in my mouth. I cup his balls in my hand. His sack is lying fully stretched out. I lift the balls and caress them with my fingers, scraping the skin with my fingernails. I feel him shudder in pleasure against me. I am holding the head of his cock in my mouth, gently sucking on it. I am amazed really that he is this hard after his efforts of the evening, but such is the vigor of the young. And at this moment, I am very grateful. His cock is voluptuous in my mouth. I slide my lips up and down on the shaft, alternating between a slow teasing caress to a wet sloppy cock suck. I feel his mouth sliding up and down on my own shaft, sucking on me. I arch my hips in pleasure and thrust my hips.

I am going to cum in his mouth again and it is only a matter of his enthusiasm and my self-control. I feel his lips pressing on my cock and his tongue licking the head. The sensation is electrifying and I arch my hips, my cock straining. I am playing with his balls, rolling and teasing them in my fingers. All the while I am bobbing my head on his cock, sucking on the shaft, my lips pressing firmly on his organ. He takes his mouth off of my cock and I immediately begin thrusting frantically in the air, trying to get it back in his mouth. I am moaning in frustration and noisily wet sucking his cock in my mouth. He wraps his hand around my cock shaft and pumps vigorously on it. I moan loudly and thrust my hips. I can feel my climax approaching. I ram my mouth down on his cock, grasping his ass cheeks in my hands. I squeeze and knead the flesh of his hard ass, the muscles like iron rods. I pull on his ass cheeks and feel the head of his cock slide into my throat. I am moaning uncontrollably as I thrust my hips, my climax just on the edge. He let's go of my cock and I scream out in frustration, thrusting my hips wildly, my cock flopping and bouncing off of my belly. I press my face against his belly, his cock shaft filling my throat. I have his ass cheeks in my hands and I use them to hold him there, straining in my throat. I feel him clench in my throat. 

He takes my cock back in his mouth and I feel him begin bobbing rapidly. His lips are pressing on the shaft and I feel my climax rapidly approaching. I can feel every fiber of his lips on my shaft. I can see my semen rising from my balls, just about to burst. I feel my shaft stiffen, I take my mouth off of his cock just far enough to exhale and take a huge breath. I grasp his ass cheeks in my hands and slam my face back against his belly. As his cock slides into my throat I feel my climax coming. I begin moaning, I am trembling all over, my hips shaking uncontrollably. I emit a muffled scream, clench once, a second time, time stands still, and I burst, spewing my semen into his mouth. I squeeze my mouth powerfully on his cock as I squirt my juice into his mouth, gut wrenching clenches as I pump my semen into his mouth. I slide his cock out of my throat and hold him in my mouth as I finish my climax. He holds my cock in his mouth, bathing in my semen. I am gasping and moaning in post climax pleasure, my hands kneading his ass cheeks, my lips pressing on his cock shaft. 

I roll on my back, pulling him on top of me, his cock in my mouth. I have my hands on his ass, caressing the lovely skin. I press down on his ass, urging him to begin fucking his cock into my mouth. It requires little in the way of encouragement as he immediately begins thrusting. He is lying on top of me, his legs on either side of my head. He thrusts his hips, his great cock shaft sliding in and out of my mouth, fucking my mouth. His balls are bouncing on my head as he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I squeeze my lips on the shaft. I time his thrusts so that I can breathe easily. He is fucking rapidly, his cock driving deeply into my mouth. My hands are squeezing his ass cheeks. I want him to cum; to fill my mouth with his semen, flood my mouth with his manhood. I hear him moaning and feel his hips begin to shake. His thrusting becomes faster, almost frantic, his cock driving into my mouth. I squeeze my lips as tightly as I can on the shaft, sucking on the cock as it pistons in and out of my mouth. I feel his ass muscles go rigid and I begin moaning, knowing that his climax is almost there. He stops thrusting, I feel him clench, clench powerfully again, and his semen spews into my mouth amidst a great groaning exclamation from him. I hold him there with my hands on his ass as he empties his balls in my mouth. He tastes delicious and I moan in ecstasy as he fills my mouth with his cum. I feel his body relax as his climax concludes, but I hold him on top of me, his cock in my mouth, slowly deflating, bathing in his cum. 

We repose for a long time, neither of us inclined to move or withdraw. His cock has finally softened and yet it feels so magnificently wonderful to hold him there, his soft cock in my mouthful of semen. I caress his ass, his legs, his back, his slim youthful body absolutely delicious. As I hold his cock in my mouth, I reflect on the evening. I have emptied him four times and yet I could go on forever. But forever lasts just a few minutes longer as he rolls off of me. We lay on the bed for some minutes without speaking. I swallow his cum, reliving the sensation of his magnificent cock in my mouth and the rapturous ecstasy of his climax. I feel him rise from the bed and a short time later he begins to dress. I lay on the bed watching and it suddenly occurs to me that he looks different. Of course he is still beautiful, but somehow some sort of metamorphosis has taken place. The boy that arrived has been replaced in some subtle way by a man. There is a newfound self-confidence and easy grace to his movements. 

I rise and put on a shirt, the evening over save for his departure. He turns to me and reassures me that that was really great. He asks if he can call me. I reassure him that I will look forward to it. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 23



Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 23. 

In which our hero enjoys sweet dreams.

I waken with a start. The room is dark and silent. And then I feel Thad behind me and the reason why I have woken. His erection is hot and urgent, pressing against me. He has his arm around me, his belly and chest pressing against my back. I feel his cock throbbing and it is all too clear that he wants me again. Thad fully aroused behind me, eighteen years old and his first sexual outlet. He wants sex all the time. And who can blame him. I was eighteen when I had my first sexual outlet and I thought I had finally given up masturbating forever, wanted to fuck all the time. And that is what this is all about. He wants to fuck me again. In a flash I recall the evening leading to this moment, the first time he has slept over. Besides the delightful opening cock rubbing effort where he ejaculated like a fire house, he fucked me energetically on the couch, and then again when we went to bed. And now he wants to fuck again. To have him here with me was my choice so I can hardly deny him. 

I reach between my legs and guide the head of his cock to my rectum. I feel him push and he slides in. I hear him groan in pleasure. He has one arm pressed on my back, his fingers wrapped around my shoulder, and the other hand on my hip to hold me in place. When he slides in all the way, he grips me tightly and I feel him shudder with pleasure. I wonder how long he has laid there thinking about this with his cock hard and tormenting him, no return to sleep until he ejaculates. I recall many times finding myself in the same state, sometimes gratefully finding the woman I was sleeping with receptive and occasionally joining me in a shuddering climax, and other times, silently masturbating off so that I could get back to sleep. Thad slides his hand around me and finds my cock. I am impressed that it occurs to him to offer that I join him. But I do not need to do it again now so I slide my hand over his and draw it up to press on my belly. I tell him to do it, do it hard, that I want him to fuck me hard. He moans loudly and begins fucking energetically, driving his cock into me with considerable force, his belly slamming against my ass. I know exactly how he feels. I have been in his place. This is not a time for delicacy. This is a time to empty his balls into a willing and cooperative partner. 

To that end, Thad applies himself with energy, long driving thrusts of his hips, his rigidly hard cock plunging into me. He is moaning with pleasure. I feel him begin to shake as he thrusts, his climax clearly approaching. I urge him on, do it I tell him, don't stop, fuck me hard. These words of encouragement register in his brain and he groans loudly, lunging into me, his hips trembling. I feel his hands grip me strongly and he bellows, his hips shaking uncontrollably, and he slams in a final time. I feel him climax inside me, his bursting cock clenching strongly again and again and again. He slowly relaxes as his climax comes to a conclusion. Finally a great shuddering exhalation and it is over. We both relax and his grip on me softens. He holds me closely and I feel his breath on my shoulder. I reflect that it has been just a few minutes since I woke up. I feel him jerk as he drifts off to sleep, the torment of his desire slacked for the moment. He holds me in his arms and eventually I drift back off to sleep myself. 

I wake and it is morning. I have a business trip, a conference in Minn*** to attend and I depart on a flight later today. Thad is asleep as I shower and complete my morning ablutions. I note with some surprise that I am actually a bit tender, an outcome of Thad's energetic attentions. I reflect not for the first time that I need to think through all of this, the male lover and the intrusion into my life. I complete consuming some food and I am sipping a second blueberry coffee, looking out the window at the bright sunshine, when Thad makes his morning appearance in the kitchen. He takes my breath away yet again, dressed only in an open shirt, his elegant slim body subtly rippled with musculature. And of course I cannot overlook that magnificent cock. We chat as he eats, voraciously as only a young man of his age can manage without turning to fat. And there is very little fat on his magnificent body.

He helps me clean up and the kitchen is soon put in order. We have been moving past each other in the confined quarters and occasionally touching. He leans against the kitchen counter as I complete the last task and I turn and look at him. He is half full but I don't care. I want him. I stand in front of him looking at his beautiful face. I reach up and push the shirt off of his shoulders. He has his hands on the counter behind him, just standing there in front of me, waiting and expectant. His cock begins to swell as it becomes clear to him that I am going to suck him off. I have sucked him off perhaps a dozen times in the last month that I have been seeing him. But the enthusiasm does not seem to have ebbed for either of us. I put my hands on his chest and caress. His skin feels like velvet, soft and warm but the texture under the skin is hard and powerful. I feel his heart beating under my hand. I feel the head of his cock brush against me as he has become fully erect. 

I kneel in front of him, my hands sliding down his belly, his magnificent erection throbbing in front of me. I lean forward and caress the organ with my face, rubbing my cheeks on the shaft. His cock feels electrifying on my skin. I rub my cheeks on it, one cheek, and then the other, rubbing the shaft all over my face. His balls are hanging down loosely between his legs. I bend down and rub my face on them. I have my hands on the front of his thighs, pushing his legs apart. I lift his balls with my face; they roll back and forth over my face, his great cock jutting out above me. I am mesmerized by his body. I open my mouth and engulf one of his balls, sucking very gently on it. I lick, teasing the skin of his balls with my tongue. I suck on both of his balls, his cock resting on my cheek. I feel it throbbing there on my face, beckoning to me. I lean back and look at his cock, throbbing and alive in front of me, waiting for my supplication, for my mouth to pay homage. 

I lean forward, intending to tease the head of his cock. But again I am overwhelmed, engulfing his magnificent organ at the first touch on my lips. I take him in my mouth, filling my mouth and my senses with his cock, moaning in pleasure before him, sucking on his cock. I draw slowly off the shaft, my lips pressing on the skin, the taste of him flooding through me. I taste the first essence of him on my tongue, unmistakable now after these many times, his essence, unique, the taste of him that I cannot ever get out of my mind. I lap the underside of his cock with my tongue, licking him, supplicating in front of him on my knees and licking his cock. I slide my hands up over his hard flat belly, rubbing my palms on the skin, my fingers touching and caressing. I slide my hands around his hips and grip his ass cheeks. I squeeze them in my hands, rock hard in my hands. I moan again, impossible that I can be so aroused like this, for his cock, in my mouth. I want this to go on forever, on my knees, his hard cock in my mouth.

I feel his hand on my head, holding me in place. He begins thrusting his hips, fucking his cock into my mouth. I moan again, press my lips on the shaft as it slides in and out. I realize that I want him to fuck my mouth, to use my mouth as an adoring receptacle for his magnificent organ. My tongue cradles the shaft as it slides in and out of my mouth. I want my mouth to be perfect for him, for his cock, to provide pleasure to his cock. I lick the underside of his cock as he fucks my mouth. I hear him moan and I feel a thrill of pleasure race through me, knowing that my mouth is providing him pleasure. I strain to look up at him as his cock slides in and out of my mouth. We make eye contact and he adds a second hand, holding my head. We look at each other and recognition and understanding flow between us. He increases his pace and fucks, fucks his erection into my mouth. We acknowledge that he is going to ejaculate in my mouth, use my mouth for the pleasure of his cock. I am moaning and shaking in front of him, such is my arousal. I squeeze my lips on his shaft, tease the underside, and wait, the pleasure all his to take at his leisure. 

I see the muscles in his face working as he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I can feel him begin to shake and know that it is only a moment. I moan again in rapture that I have this beautiful cock in my mouth, fucking my mouth, preparing to flood my mouth with his semen, my lover's semen, my male lover's semen. I grip his ass cheeks and urge him, fuck harder, faster, thrust the cock into my willing mouth, let me supplicate fully and completely. His hips shake violently and his thrusting ceases. I know this is the moment. I wait for his ejaculation. A long moment passes with his hips shaking uncontrollably. And then a powerful blast of his semen jets into my mouth. I jerk involuntarily at the first burst of semen, immediately followed by a second jet of his cum. I moan loudly as he pumps another blast of his cum in my mouth. I move my hands to his balls, frantically squeezing and milking them, urging him to give it all to me. He clenches again and again, emptying his balls into my mouth. I hold him there, on my knees in front of him, his cock pulsing in my mouth, the last of his ejaculate flowing onto my cradling tongue. 

We remain joined for long moments, reposing on his cock as his climax comes to a conclusion. I am in no hurry to move, content to hold his slowly deflating cock in my mouth, bathing in his semen. My mouth is filled with his cum, the now familiar faint nutty flavor. He pushes my head away, his deflated cock flopping down my chin. I look up at him in profound adoration, and I swallow his cum. 

Several hours later I am in my seat on the airplane, on the way to my conference, away for a week with no Thad, no S**, and no bicycles. As I sit there looking out at the clouds, I reflect back on the last month. I have seen Thad three or four times each week. When he has access to a car, he comes to my apartment, once or twice per week. Yesterday was the first time he slept over. The other times I have picked him up in my car and we have gone to the parking garage, except for the first time in the video booth. I reflect that I have not been back to the video shop since that day with Thad. In the car it is handjobs and blowjobs, always a blowjob and either a handjob or a second blowjob. When he comes to my place, he wants to fuck, early and often. What else would he want at his age with access finally to a sexual outlet? I reflect on this morning. I get hard thinking about sucking him. He is nothing if not a diligent lover. I pang over that reference; lover, male lover, I have a male lover. 

And then there is S**. She is a very nice woman and a good companion with whom I share common and pleasurable interests. I recall Saturday and yesterday morning, club bicycle rides and then dinner Saturday night and a sleep over at her place including wonderful and fulfilling sex. I fucked her and brought her off in my mouth. I reflect on the crushing climax she reached and her ardent gratitude. And then Sunday morning, another lovely fuck followed by another club ride. And then a post ride social lunch with the others on the ride, S** more or less announcing our couple status. I felt a distinct discomfort about my life being ordered for me. We drove separately as I had to go home to pack for this trip, and to host Thad. I omitted the Thad part when we parted. 

I go back to this morning. I get hard again thinking about his cock ejaculating in my mouth. I can feel his shaft in my mouth, the taste of his cum in my mouth. When he was done, he reached down and pulled me up, turned me around to lean against the counter. He pulled my slacks down and my cock sprang out, wet from my leaking. I watched as he knelt in front of me and took my cock in his mouth. I gasped in pleasure as he sucked on me, deeply and with passionate enthusiasm. I felt my cum bubbling to the surface, almost there, I could almost feel myself ejaculating, the relief of it almost within reach. And then he withdrew, my cock wet and glistening, bobbing up and down. He looked up at me and asked me if I wanted to cum. Yes, I responded. He reached a hand between my legs and gripped my balls, holding me there with my erection jutting out. I watched him lean forward, his mouth open. And he licked the underside of my cock. The sensation was so rapturously pleasurable that I almost climaxed. But his tongue was gone before I could reach the pinnacle. He hesitated and then licked again. I clenched powerfully but again his tongue was gone before I could climax.

We continued together, he kneeling in front of me, the tantalizing torture going on and on. He licked and I throbbed and clenched. He held my balls in his grip with my cock jutting out. He licked again, slower this time, a slow languorous caress of the underside of my cock with his tongue. I clenched twice and almost climaxed. He withdrew again and knelt there, looking at my throbbing cock. He looked up at me and asked me if I wanted to cum. He licked, hesitated, licked again, another hesitation, and then another lick. Well, he asked, do you want to cum? I tell him in a rasping voice that I am desperate to climax. He puts his mouth on me and sucks energetically, the room filled with the sounds of his wet, noisy cock suck. I feel myself trembling, just about to climax, I groan loudly, announcing that I am going to cum. He takes his mouth off of me and wraps his hand around the base of my cock. He opens his mouth and rests the head of my cock on his tongue. I can see the head of my cock as he pumps vigorously on my shaft. I feel the cum flooding up from the very depths of my soul. I emit am agonizing plea that he not stop. He pumps vigorously on my cock and I jet my cum on to his waiting tongue. I watch my cum ejaculate out of the end of my cock, pulse after gut wrenching pulse, covering his waiting tongue. 

I groan in an agony of pleasure at the intensity of the climax. He squeezes my cock and my balls, pushing the last of my semen out of the end of my cock and onto his tongue. I am gasping for breath and clenching while he holds me in his hands. Finally he takes me in his mouth, squeezing on my cock, letting me soak in blissful repose. We remain thus until my cock finally deflates, immersed in his mouthful of semen. When he finally withdraws, my cock flops down, my balls drained to exhaustion. He stands in front of me and we embrace. He presses his lips on mine and I feel his tongue penetrate my lips. I taste my semen on his tongue. I part my lips to accept his tongue and we kiss rapturously, sharing the cum. He whispers to me that he loves doing that, loves making me cum. 

The stewardess interrupts my reverie with a glass of water. I am hard again, thinking about the morning. I have two lovers, a woman and a man. This is not anonymous sex. I have to make time for two people. It is already a juggling act. I reflect again on having a male lover. I have never wanted a male lover. I look out the window and watch the clouds pass by. I have wanted anonymous cocks to suck, that one can enjoy and then they are gone and forgotten, like these clouds that disappear behind us. And then the smell of his skin comes back to me with such sudden force that I flush and swallow a catch in my throat. How can this be I ponder, a male lover. 

The conference has the usual meetings and presentations followed by free time before dinner. On the way from the airport to the hotel, I noted a video shop as the taxi weaved through the city streets. Just a few blocks walk, I arrive and enter finding the typical front area with books, magazines, videos, and the usual sex pandering paraphernalia. There is a door leading to the video booth area and I head for that, finding the usual warren of narrow halls and booths. There are a few men standing around and booths in use with red lights overhead. I enter a free booth and immediately note a glory hole on both sides. These have been cut and finished so I conclude that the proprietors have outfitted the rooms for the intended purpose. I have a seat and wait to see what will transpire next. My wait in not long in coming as a long white cock is soon thrust through the glory hole to my left. This is a marked departure from the video booths that I am used to where there are no glory holes and you have the physical presence of the man. Here is the very definition of anonymous male sex, a disembodied cock. I can't imagine some of my business suit engagements being able to muster up an erection to stick through the glory hole. And I think it would be preposterous to stick a limp dick through the hole. 

In the event, I reach out my hand and brush the backs of my fingers up and down on the bottom of the shaft. I see the cock clench at my touch and the owner presses forward against the wall, his cock straining for more. It is a bit surreal, playing with the disembodied cock without being able to see and feel the owner's reaction. I caress the cock with my fingertips, sliding slowly up and down over the top, sides, and the bottom. The cock is beautiful, hard with ridges clearly defined, snow white in color. I wrap my fingers around the shaft and squeeze gently. I feel the heartbeat of the owner through the shaft and he clenches strongly in my hand. I reach into the confines of the glory hole and ease his balls through. The cock and balls are like a carving on display, mounted on the pedestal of the wall surrounding them. I lift the balls in the palm of my hand, squeezing them gently, caressing the skin with my fingertips. The cock clenches again in desire. I slide my hand up and down on the shaft, a light brushing caress. The cock clenches again and again, the owner obviously aroused and more than ready to climax.

I kneel in front of the glory hole, the lovely cock and balls on display in front of me. I have my hand loosely wrapped around the jutting cock and I caress my thumb over the sweet spot, back and forth over it, again and again. The cock stiffens as I tease the sweet spot and strains forward. I lift the balls with my other hand, rolling them in my fingers. I make a ring of my fingers and use this to pull on the balls, lightly twisting them and squeezing in the palm of my hand. The cock begins thrusting through the wall and in response I wrap my fingers around the shaft. I pump on the cock, squeezing tightly and pumping up and down on it. I can feel the owner clenching his cock, the organ pulsing strongly in my gripping hand. I tease his balls with my fingers, rolling and squeezing the nuggets in the palm of my hand. The cock is lovely to look at as I pump on it, straining and clenching in my hand. I pump harder, at the same time teasing the sweet spot, using his leakage as lubricant. The cock stiffens strongly and I pump vigorously, up and down on the shaft, faster and faster.

I hear a loud groan through the wall and he ejaculates, powerful bursts of his semen spewing out the end of the cock. I continue pumping on the cock, slowing as the ejaculation subsides, squeezing the shaft in my hand. I squeeze firmly on the shaft and draw my fingers from the base to the head. The last droplets of semen flow out of the cock and it is over. I hold him there in my hand, his cock losing rigidity until he finally pulls back and I let go of him. There is semen all over the floor under the glory hole and of course I have some on my hand. I pull some Kleenex from my pocket and wipe off. And then I hear a voice observing that that was lovely. I turn and see that the occupant of the next room has been watching through the glory hole on that wall. Indeed it was lovely to watch the cock ejaculate, that beautiful long snow white organ convulsing in ecstasy, the semen showering out in powerful bursts. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 23



I sit back down on the seat in the booth. My voyeur companion rubs his fingers on the glory hole but I am not interested in that. Between S** and Thad, my testicles are actually a bit stressed and so the prospect of a few days off duty are a welcome relief. In any case, I have come here for sport, and the event just completed is a good start. I have not long to wait for round two as I hear the door close next to me. I have a quick peek and see the occupant settle into his seat. I decide to advertise a bit so I unfasten and my cock springs to life. I watch a film and pump on my shaft, assuming that neighbors will have a look. This has an immediate effect on my voyeur neighbor who urges in the most strenuous tones that I let him have a suck. My new neighbor has a look as well and in a few minutes I am joined by cock number two, thrust through the glory hole. 

I reach over and wrap my fingers around the cock protruding into my room. It is a very nice specimen, a bit short in length with a jaunty upward curve, and it is rock hard. While holding it, I caress my thumb over the sweet spot of the shaft, back and forth, and up and down. I feel the cock stiffen in my hand. The organ feels voluptuous, the skin soft and velvety. I pump up and down on the cock for a few minutes, alternating between a soft feathery caress and a firm grip. I take my hand off of the shaft and brush it with the backs of my fingers, up and down the length of the shaft and then up and down the bottom. The owner clenches wonderfully and I am gratified to watch the beautiful organ stiffen and quiver in front of me. I lean forward and slide my lips over the head of the cock. I hear a moan of pleasure from the other side of the wall and my voyeur friend adds his encouragement that I suck on the offered cock. I slide my lips slowly up and down the shaft, savoring the taste of his skin, the cock granite hard in my mouth. 

I press my lips on the shaft and slide up and down on it. This is lovely I reflect, anonymous cock sucking at its best, just my mouth and the cock with no demands or expectations. I flick my tongue on the underside of the cock, teasing the sweet spot. I get a voluptuous clench, the already hard cock swelling a bit and straining against the glory hole. I press my lips on the shaft just below the head and apply a very light feathery caress on the shaft, just teasing the skin, again and again, as fast as I can. I hear moans of pleasure from the other side of the wall, cries and please that I not stop, please don't stop. The cock strains forward and I can feel the clenching pulsing of the organ in my mouth. I take my mouth off and have a look, the cock standing tall and quivering in front of me, glistening from the wet of my mouth. In a moment, his juice begins leaking out of the tip of his cock and a long thin line of oily leakage descends towards the floor. I reach a hand forward and with one finger, I gather his leakage and then use that finger to rub on the sweet spot, rapidly back and forth under the head of his cock, lifting the straining organ with my finger. I hear cries from the other side, a heartfelt oh, oh, oh, oh god. And as I am rubbing on the sweet spot of his cock, the organ jerks and emits a blast of his semen that shoots out and sprays up into the air. I immediately wrap my hand around the shaft and begin pumping vigorously. The cock sprays four and then five and then finally a diminished sixth blast of cum into the room and onto the floor under the glory hole. I continue squeezing and pumping on the organ, accompanied by cries and oaths from the other side of the wall. Finally be stops ejaculating and his climax is over. I squeeze and slowly pump on his cock, milking the remaining semen and pleasure from his organ. Finally I hold the cock tightly in my hand, pressing my thumb on the sweet spot and massaging. It is a long time before he finally loses some of the rigidity on his cock. I release the organ and it slides back through the glory hole. A disembodied voice offers a thanks, that was really great. And I hear the door open and close. 

I decide I have had enough sport for the day and begin to fasten up when I hear the door in the just vacated room open and close. Through the thin wall I hear the unmistakable voices of a couple, a man and woman. Curious, I sit back and take my cock back out, quickly bringing it back to full mast. In a moment, a giggling voice from next door announces my god, he is wanking his dick. I assume she is referring to me which sends a voluptuous throb through my cock. I slide my pants down, spread my legs, and display, giving my cock just the occasional tweak to keep it hard. I hear more giggles next door and muffled discussion. For sport I put my fingers in the glory hole, inviting a cock. After a moment, the fellow's cock makes a tentative appearance. I reach over and squeeze it and tease the underside with my fingers. I hear a complaining bellow from the next room asking what he is doing, that she cannot see anything. I lean over and take the cock fully in my mouth and suck aggressively. I hear a gasp from the next room and the cock is withdrawn. I resume my slow wanking display and after a few minutes, I put my fingers back in the glory hole. The cock makes a reappearance and I lean over and take it in my mouth again. This time I just soak on it, occasionally giving the cock a nice squeeze in my mouth. The cock withdraws and is immediately replaced by the polished fingernails of the girl. 

Well I think, this ought to be interesting. I stand and slide my cock through the glory hole. I hear muffled voices in the next room, shortly followed by soft fingertips caressing my cock. I can't tell how many hands, not that it matters. I grasp the wall and press through the hole, my cock clenching, enjoying the teasing caresses. I have no thoughts of a climax, but this is erotic and I am enjoying the sport. The finger teasing goes on and on, caressing and teasing the skin of my cock. I provide some complimentary oaths of pleasure. Eventually I withdraw from the hole and sit down, putting my fingers in the hole to invite more sport. Then I hear the voice of the girl asking if she can come into my room and watch. I answer in the affirmative and I hear the door open and close. I open my door and in walks a cherubic face on top of a body that could do with a few bicycle rides. I am still stripped from the waist and my cock is sticking out. I experience my customary thrill at showing off and my cock clenches as the girl has a good look. My god, she exclaims, you are so thin for such a big cock. I have another clench.

We are shortly joined by the disembodied cock of the husband, entering through the glory hole. I kneel in front of the cock, in my element, a hard cock in front of me and an audience. I slide my lips over the head of the cock and begin slow sucking on the organ, bobbing my head up and down, my lips pressing on the shaft. I feel his cock clench in my mouth so he must be having all sorts of fantasies about having his wife watching as he gets his cock sucked. The wife is right next to me, I can feel the heat from her oversized body, the smell of her washing over me. I withdraw off of the cock and watch it bob in front of me, wet from my mouth. I engulf the organ again, this time starting at the base and squeezing my lips, drawing off of the shaft. I hear a gasp of pleasure from the next room. I repeat this several times, each time giving a voluptuous lick on the underside of the cock as I withdraw, the organ springing from my mouth and bobbing wildly. 

I look over at the wife and find her mesmerized. I push the shaft toward her and ask if she wants a turn. She lunges forward and engulfs the shaft, bobbing her head vigorously up and down. She withdraws gasping and I take the cock back in my mouth. I suck on the shaft, deeply, squeezing the organ in my mouth. I feel her reach between my legs and grasp my cock in her hand. She begins pumping on me as I suck on the glory hole cock. I press my face into the wall and hold it there, the cock sliding into my throat. We hear gasps and cries of pleasure from the other side of the wall and I feel his cock clenching in the constriction of my throat. I withdraw, taking a deep breath. The wife engulfs the cock and tries to throat it. She just manages for a moment before she retches and withdraws. I take the cock back immediately and again press my face into the wall. The cock begins thrusting into my throat, joined by cries of rapturous pleasure from next door. The wife is frantically pumping on my cock as she watches and it is a race to see which of us is going to climax first, me or disembodied cock. I partially withdraw, take a deep breath, and press back against the wall. At that instant, the cock clenches powerfully and we hear a great oath. I slide the organ out of my throat and suck vigorously, pressing my lips firmly on the shaft. The cock erupts in my mouth and spews a burst of semen. I squeeze down hard on the shaft as it spasms in my mouth. The wife continues pumping on me and I am near to a climax. I reach down and take her hand off of me and bring it up to the glory hole cock. She wraps her fingers around the base and pumps on it. More oaths emanate from the room next door as he finishes his climax in my mouth, has semen spewing onto my tongue. The wife slows her pumping on the shaft and squeezes, joined by a rapturous sigh of satisfaction from next door. 

The cock pulls back from the wall and disappears, leaving the wife and I alone in the room. I stand with my mouthful of semen and I look down at her, my cock still erect and sticking out. I give a very visible clench as she looks up and down at me and observes that that was amazing. She astonishes me by leaning forward and taking my cock in her mouth, bobbing vigorously for a few minutes. She withdraws and stands, leaning into me. She grasps my cock in her hand and squeezes it firmly, whispering her telephone number in my ear. And then she adds that she would do me right now if he were not right next door. She leaves the room. She is right of course. That was amazing. I put my clothes back in order and leave, walking the several blocks back to the hotel.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 24



Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 24. 

In which our hero returns to home sweet home.

I walk down the Jetway on Friday afternoon, the conference over and deliverance home mercifully on schedule. The conference was useful and informative and it is good to get away from the office occasionally, a chance for a professional breath of fresh air. The weekend beckons before a return to work and routine next Monday. As I walk to the exit, I reflect back on the week. The video shop was fun although I conclude that I find the glory hole sport less than satisfying compared to my usual engagements. I find that I like the challenges and considerable gratifications of the social interactions of the anonymous engagements, the physical presence of the other person in all the varieties; from the stumbling nervous to the seasoned confident. The glory hole experience was sporting fun, but not really to my taste, the disembodied acts too impersonal and unsatisfying. And I reflect that there are few pleasures like having an anonymous partner watch as I do him, witness the physical act of having his cock in my mouth and swallowing his cum. 

There was a wine social the next night of the conference where one of the attendees came on to me, making clear his interest and intentions, a drink in his room with the remainder unspoken but very obvious. I declined but speculate on how he signaled me out. I was not entirely disinterested but declined because I thought there was too much risk in being compromised professionally. And also because I needed some time to clear my head from my dilemmas at home, my two lovers, both demanding, exhausted testicles and nerves, both needing a rest. I speculate again on what signals I was broadcasting to the conference suitor, some gay male beacon. 

As I reach the exit, I cast off the week and look for Thad who has planned to meet me and give me a ride home. He more or less insisted and of course his motivation is obvious. It will be an early departure for him as he has the big game tomorrow and therefore curfew tonight. S** has asked me to come over tonight if it is not too late and we have a bike ride scheduled for tomorrow. Her intentions are also clear. There is the anticipation on her part that I will stay over Saturday night so there is dinner and more sweet dreams with her. Still I have been more or less celibate for the week and I am ready for some companionship. I look up and there is Thad, breathtakingly gorgeous. I am taken aback yet again with his beauty. Each time I see him I find it impossible to believe he can be so attractive, the physical presence of him, the subtle shyness, the way his clothes hang on his slender frame, the seemingly effortless ease of his movements, all this and more. I swallow a catch in my throat and smile a greeting. 

We greet warmly with shoulder hugs and proceed to the car park. We trade information and anecdotes about the week just passed, I talking about the conference and the host city, and Thad filling me in about his exhaustive week of school and practice in preparation for tomorrow. He has applied to colleges and so there is a flood of communications and visits and he rattles on for some time about plans for the future. We arrive at the car in the parking garage and I deposit my roller bag in the trunk. That completed, we embrace with a warm hug that goes on for some minutes. I perceive that Thad has not lost his enthusiasm for me as his interest is poking against me. We disengage and get into the car. I look at him and find him tenting. Almost as a joke, I ask if he can make it to my apartment without bursting his pants. He looks at me in complete seriousness and answers with an emphatic no. Apparently taking, or at least hoping, my remarks were an invitation, he pulls his zipper down. His cock bursts forth and I see that he is leaking and his organ is quivering. 

We are parked against a wall and reasonably secluded, I assume by his careful choice. I can also assume that he has been thinking about this for some time. I lean over and put my head in his lap. I open my mouth and take his cock, pressing my lips on the shaft. The instant that he feels my lips on the shaft, he emits a shuddering moan of pleasure, putting his hands on my back, pressing forcefully down. His cock is almost vibrating in my mouth and I conclude that he will probably ejaculate within seconds. I let him soak and just hold him there in my mouth with no friction other than my lips just touching the shaft. He emits a soulful gasp of pleasure and exclaims that it feels oh so good and that he has been looking forward to this for days. He adds a series of soulful oh, oh, oh. And he adds an emphasis to this by arching his hips up to get more of his cock into my mouth. So I conclude that, like me, he has given it a rest this week. That explains his urgency, that and being eighteen years old. 

I press my lips on his cock and slide up and down on the shaft. He emits a heartfelt moan of pleasure and gasps out a whimpering plea that I not stop. Of course it is hardly like that I would consider stopping. I slide my lips slowly up and down on the cock, lightly pressing my lips on the shaft. Almost immediately his hips begin to shake, escalating rapidly to a violent shudder. I feel his hands press harder on my back, more for leverage to steady himself than anything else. He is gasping and moaning nonstop and his cock is rock hard in my mouth. He cries out that he is going to cum and he goes rigid. I continue on, sliding my lips up and down on the shaft, knowing that he is in the throes of the most intense pleasure. A long keening wail comes from him and his cock bursts in my mouth, his semen jetting out in copious squirts that go on and on. I moan, holding his cock in my lips as the semen floods my mouth. His shudders continue for long moments as he completes his ejaculation in my mouth. Eventually I feel him relax as the climax comes to an end and he punctuates this with a long exhalation, I guess more from relief that his torment is over than the actual physical pleasure.

He is still full but as has been my experience with him, the subtle loss of rigidity of his organ signals the end of his climax. I withdraw and sit up, looking at him. I have been careful on my withdrawal not to make a mess as my mouth is more than full of his semen. I swallow as we look at each other and with the taste of him full in my mouth I observe that it is clear that he missed me. He did, he confirms, and he adds that that felt so wonderfully good, adding a heartfelt thank you and it was a great relief. We set off for my apartment, chatting about my flight, the city that hosted the conference, and about the conference itself. We arrive at my apartment and with no need for an invitation, Thad follows me in. There are the usual travel details of the accumulated mail and the roller bag to be dealt with. But I look up at him and find him expectant. No words are required.

A few minutes later and we are naked in bed together, a tangle of arms and legs, Thad on top of me. As I anticipated, the tryst in the car only took the edge off of him and his enthusiasm for a fuck is in full flood. I am obviously going to give him what he wants. The idea of objecting or refusing is absurd. But my views and emotions about the act that is surely going to take place very soon, and the larger issue of my male lover dilemma are unresolved. So I am conflicted, I want him and any act that he wants or that I want is okay, but I do not want a male lover. In the immediate, he reminds me of why I want him. It would have been perfectly understandable if he just commenced to a fuck. I would have been a willing participant and it is possible that I would have been sufficiently swept up in the act to reach a climax myself as it has happened before. But having had the edge taken off, he now sets about a deliberate effort to pleasure me; his own objective delayed or put off. 

We caress, kiss, and press together for some time. Thad is on top of me and I have the freedom of my arms and hands to touch him and guide his movements where I like. We are both erect and I spend a good deal of time with my hands on his back and his ass. He possesses beautiful skin, soft and warm yet with that amazingly firm musculature. His ass cheeks are delicious to hold and I cup and squeeze them in my hands, using them as handles to move him around on top of me. What I expect is that he will eventually mount me and that this pleasantry is all a prelude to that end point. He kisses and licks my neck and slides down rubbing his belly on my cock. This is wildly pleasant and I arch up to press against him. I am leaking so the friction is voluptuously aided by the lubrication from my cock. He kisses and licks his way down my chest and belly, all the time rolling and rubbing on my erection. I have not climaxed for some days so this is wildly arousing. He begins kissing and licking my belly which I find rapturously pleasurable. While he is at this I am caressing his head and shoulders, and before long I am moaning in pleasure and rolling and thrusting my hips. 

He slides down further and my cock is his next objective. He slides his arms under my legs and his hands on my belly. He rubs his face on me, pressing my cock down with his face and rubbing his cheeks on the shaft. He goes on with this for some time and the friction of his skin on my shaft is maddening. I am thrusting my hips, my cock rubbing against his face. I still expect him at any moment to mount me and fuck. So it is with some surprise that this is again put off when he begins licking the bottom of my shaft. He holds it up with one hand and licks the bottom, using a mix of techniques, licking the entire shaft, fluttering on the sweet spot, slow, fast, and a hundred combinations. The effect is to have me thrusting my hips in pleasure to the accompaniment of oaths and moans of pleasure. He takes my cock in his mouth and holds me there. I am propped up on pillows and so look directly at his face, his mouth filled with my cock. 

Thad looks up at me and we make eye contact, at the same time performing a pulsing squeeze of my cock in his mouth. I burst out a groan of pleasure and arch my hips up. He has a firm grip on my hips with his arms and hands and holds me down so that I can thrust upward only a very short distance. He goes into a long sequence of squeezing my cock in his mouth, short firm pulsing squeezes in his mouth that are maddeningly intense, followed immediately by releasing the pressure completely. This goes on and on, squeezing my cock in his mouth to the point that I am clenching madly and groaning in pleasure, followed by no pressure at all. The effect is a long sustained roller coaster flow of the most intense pleasure, kept just short of climax. Eventually I am moaning nonstop, in flowing rapturous pleasure at the peaks, and in dismayed pleading in the valleys. 

He takes his mouth off of my cock and I see it standing tall as I look down. He wraps one finger around the base of my shaft to hold it upright and in place in front of his mouth. He then begins licking the underside of my shaft. Sometimes it is slow languorous licking of the entire length of the organ, and at other times it is rapid intense flicking of his tongue on the sweet spot. I watch all of this, staring at my cock and his face behind it, watching him work on my organ, watching as I clench and strain with his teasing and caressing of my cock. At times the pleasure is so intense that I am crying out in great moans of rapture and I am sure that I am going to burst. But his skill is to bring me just to the edge and then back off, the pleasure falling off and denying me the fulfillment of climax. 

He takes me back in his mouth and sucks intensely for just a moment. I strain and arch my hips but he just holds me there, the climax just out of reach. He repeats the intense squeezing and sucking for just a moment. He repeats this several times, each time bringing me closer. Each time the peak approaches I moan and plea for him to not stop. Finally he takes his mouth off of me and I look down, my cock held upright, gleaming with the wet of his mouth, clenching and straining. He licks the underside of the shaft. I groan and strain. He looks at me and begins a rapid licking of the sweet spot. I feel my climax approaching again but this time he does not stop. Time seems to slow down and it is like I am watching a DVD, in slow motion and with the zoom on, the entire frame my cock straining and pulsing. I see his tongue flicking on me and my cock performs a slow motion straining pulse. I see the lips at the tip of the cock open and white fluid burst out, flying upward in super slow motion. I watch as the stream of creamy white semen arches high above the head of my cock. The upward flow seems to stop and I watch in fascination as it seems to stay there, suspended, the fluid elegant in its creamy whiteness, before it finally cascades downward. I watch as the head of my cock and my belly are bathed in the splashing creamy white of my semen. I watch as my cock pulses again and another stream of white cream erupts from the head of the organ; again flowing upward in slow motion, again the upward path slows to the point of suspension; again the cream cascades down, splashing on my cock and belly. This is repeated again, and again, and one more time before my climax comes to a conclusion. 

He takes me in his mouth and sucks the semen off of my cock. He takes his mouth off of me and licks up the semen on my belly and chest. He slides up, catching the backs of my knees under his arms. I look down and see that his cock is rock hard and jutting straight out from his belly. This is it I think and to be sure in a moment I feel the head of his cock press against my rectum. He slides his arms forward which has the effect of lifting my hips up and I feel his cock penetrate me. We both moan, for me a mixture of initial discomfort and pleasure at the welcoming intimacy of his body pressing on mine. And for him, it is the pure rapturous pleasure of a conquest and a fuck. He presses his chest down on me, my knees pressed back to my armpits, and he strains into me, filling me, his balls lying on my ass, my cock pressed between our bellies, still full. 

He presses his mouth down on mine and I taste my semen on his lips. His tongue parts my lips and we kiss, my semen in his mouth and then in mine as I accept the invasion of his tongue. I moan as we kiss deeply, sharing the semen between us, our tongues caressing. We kiss as he rocks up and down and rolls his hips, his cock straining into me. I feel it deep inside, hard and urgent, rubbing inside me. He feels rapturously pleasurable, his body on top of mine, his face buried in my neck, his murmurs and moans electrifying, my arms around his shoulders, holding him close to me. He begins fucking me, slow at first, more rocking and rolling of his hips. But the physical effect of this motion on me is electrifying. He is very hard and the rolling and grinding motion of his hips on my pelvis means that his cock is deep massaging inside me. I feel an intense pressure and pleasure the like of which I have not experienced before. It is like a wave of pressure and heat that build inside. When he eventually pulls out and slides back in, the sensation is rapturous, with an intense feeling of pleasure at the friction of his motion, the pressure when he grinds and the deep massaging of his organ. 

He begins fucking in earnest and his belly slams against me as he drives in and out of my rectum. This feel good but then he stops and presses hard into me and grinds and the sensation of intense pleasure immediately returns in increasing strength. I have my arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly and each time he does the grinding motion on me I begin moaning in pleasure. The intensity subsides when he resumes hard fucking but then he again stops and presses firmly into me with more grinding and deep rubbing and the pleasure soars again in increasing intensity. 

He slides his arms down and cups my ass cheeks in his hands. He squeezes voluptuously and lifts my hips, pressing me against him. At the same time he presses his hips and pelvis down on me and the feeling of intense soaring pleasure returns. So intense is it that I am crying out, oaths of genuine rapture, the feeling so intense that I am overwhelmed. He is groaning himself and resumes fucking, slamming his cock into me with brutal lunges, aided by holding my ass cheeks in his hands. His oaths and groans are evidence of his own pleasure. But he stops thrusting and resumes pressing and grinding into me. I am grasping his shoulders and arching and thrusting my hips, grinding back against him. The pleasure is like a tidal wave and I begin screaming that he not stop. My hips begin shaking violently and I thrust and grind frantically against him. The pleasure becomes at once so intense that I cry out a series of agonizing screams of rapture and ecstasy, my hips trembling uncontrollably, rocking frantically, desperate for this frenzy of intensity to end. 

I am emitting a keening wail of pleasure, the oh, oh, oh, oh flowing nonstop as he slams into me. I urge him on with enthusiasm, adding a god do it in his ear. He resumes thrusting into me, now with long lunging strokes. The room fills with the sound of his belly landing against me, his pelvis slamming against my ass and his balls bouncing on me. His hips become a blur until he suddenly stops and cries out, grasps my ass tightly against him, and I feel him shudder as he climaxes. He pushes hard into me and grinds his pelvis and I feel him pulsing inside me, again and again and again. His body is rigid on top of me as he climaxes. I hold on to his shoulders, my legs grasping his hips. We remain locked together for long moments as he completes a shuddering climax. Finally I feel him begin to relax, the rigidity of his body slowly subsiding, and I hear a great exhalation. I feel the weight of him pressing down on me. The sensation of his body on me is of great intimacy and satisfaction. As I lay there I think of the intensity of my reaction. What was that about and where did that come from go through my mind. We remain locked together for a long time, both of us overwhelmed by the intensity. Eventually he pulls off of me and lies down next to me. I look down and my belly is covered in wet slimy fluid. Although I did not have a physical sensation of ejaculating, the pleasure was certainly intense and I can only assume that I did squirt my juice between our bellies. 

We lay together for some moments; the room in silence save for the sound of our breathing. And then he asks me if I am going to see my girlfriend tonight. We have never talked about this and so I am surprised that it should come up now, particularly after the intensity of the lovemaking. There is little point in prevarication so I reply no, not tonight. Tomorrow, he asks? Yes I reply, tomorrow, a bicycle ride with the club. And later he persists? Yes I reply, dinner later. Will you sleep with her he asks? Yes I respond, tomorrow night. But Sunday night with me he asks? Yes I respond. And then there is silence. 

After some time he gets out of bed and I hear the shower. I follow and when I come out of the bathroom I find him dressed and ready to depart. I tell him that the evening was wonderful for me and I hope for him. It was he responds. We leave the apartment to walk to his car which is parked downstairs in the parking lot. There is silence along the way and I want with all my being to comfort him if comfort is what he needs. But I don't know if comfort would be welcomed or rejected with an angry rebuff, where the latter could portend a fatal end to our relationship. 

We approach his car and he asks me if I like him or if it is just the sex that I want. I respond that I like him very much, that the sex is wonderful, more wonderful than I could have ever imagined, and that that is because of him, my affection for him, the affection we share for each other. We are at his car in the parking lot. It is dark as it is now well past sunset, the light in the lot providing only the dimmest illumination. He leans back against the side of the car and continues with the observation that he likes me very much, thinks about me all the time, thinks about making love with me, thinks about giving me pleasure. I respond that I know. I press against him and we embrace and kiss. The kiss turns into a passionate grinding of mouths and I am reminded yet again of how powerfully aroused I am by him. I feel him harden against me and I slide my hand down over his cock, squeezing him through his jeans. He moans at this attention and we press together, kissing and groping each other. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 24



We go on like this for some minutes. I slide his zipper down and take his cock out. I wrap my fingers around the shaft and squeeze and pump. All the time we are kissing voluptuously and pressing tightly together. We continue like this for some minutes, arms and hands caressing and pressing together, kissing passionately, moaning in pleasure to each other, my hand squeezing and pumping on his cock. And then in an act of madness, I descend and take his cock in my mouth. He is full but as soon as I slide my lips over the head of his cock, I feel him stiffen to firm hardness. I have my hands on his hips to hold him in front of me. And there in the public parking lot, out in the open; I am on my knees, sucking his cock. 

I am aroused beyond belief. I want the entire world to see me worshiping this boy that I have made into a man in the only way possible that I can bear witness, sucking on his cock. This is how I achieved the metamorphosis, by sucking on his cock. But I want the world to bear witness to my achievement. And this is no time for coyness. I am performing an energetic wet noisy cock suck, my head bobbing furiously up and down on his organ. I am moaning in ecstasy as I kneel in front of him with his cock in my mouth, sucking on his beautiful organ. I dimly hear footsteps, but so intent am I on his cock that I pay no attention. My lips are sliding up and down on his erect shaft, pressing hard on the organ, sucking. Each time I suck on his cock, it is like the first, the organ majestic and full of wonder. And so it is this time, familiar and yet as desirous as the first time. And then I hear the voices, a woman and a man, simultaneous, an oh my god, accompanied by a holy shit. No doubt they are referring to the two of us. And yet I go on, nosily sucking on his great organ. 

And it seems that Thad likewise is similarly unaffected or perhaps even motivated by the spectators. I feel him give a voluptuous clench in my mouth and I renew my cock sucking efforts, squeezing my lips on the shaft. I want him to cum in my mouth, right here, like this, exposed outdoors with spectators to witness the act of sucking his cock to conclusion. I want them to watch him spew his juice into my mouth. Thad moans in pleasure to signal that that outcome is near at hand. I am bobbing my head furiously on his cock, up and down, lips pressing on the shaft, sucking. He moans that he is going to cum and I begin sucking in a frenzy, nosily sliding my lips up and down on his rigid cock. I hear him groan loudly and he clutches my head. I stop immediately and squeeze hard on the shaft as he bursts his semen into my mouth with a loud groan. He groans loudly again and gives me another burst of semen, and then a third groan. And then it is over save my reposing on his organ, cradling the shaft in my tongue, his cock spewing out the remains of his ejaculation. He exhales strongly and I feel him relax and it is over. I rise and we embrace, kissing deeply, sharing his semen. 

The spectators begin clapping in applause. 

I telephone S** and tell her that I am exhausted and beg a rain check. I reassure her that I am on for tomorrow. Somewhat mollified that she has tomorrow to look forward to; I offer that I will come early in the morning to breakfast with her before the ride. Come earlier she advises.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 25



Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 25. 

In which our hero returns to old haunts.

I enter the video shop and it is like greeting an old friend. Such has been my bicycle training and racing schedule and my involvement with Thad and S** that I have not been here for many months. Lately I have had the most intense craving for my old favorite pastimes, wanking while watching porn and of course anonymous cock sucking. At last I have a free afternoon and so intend to take full advantage. I am of mixed mind on what to do first, enter the movie theater and strip in the anonymity of the dark theater to enjoy a long pleasurable wank session or go upstairs to have a look around. I decide to go upstairs and have a quick look. If there are no cocks, I will not wait but will go down to the movie. As I ascend the stairs I stiffen in anticipation. It has been a long time I note to myself. 

At the top of the stairs there are two hallways containing booths. I look to the right hall and see from the lights that there are a couple of booths in use and a couple of men standing in the hall pretending to study the titles available. I walk slowly down the hallway, having a look at the candidates. One of the fellows is wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and a light jacket. I see that he has a wedding ring on. He is obviously a hubby taking a small detour on this Saturday afternoon from his trip to the hardware store. I enter an open booth just next to him and leave the door open. I can see that he is watching and he looks into my room for a long moment. The eternal struggle ensues. I can see it on his face and body language. Do I or don't I? Eventually his balls win out and he enters my room. I close the door and we are alone. I rub my cock through my jeans and he soon does the same. I assume he has come for a blowjob and of course that is precisely what I have in mind for him. But as always, I want my encounters to display for me to avoid any questions of entrapment.

By way of encouragement, I make a scene of pulling down my zipper as I look down at his crotch. He finally steels up his courage and displays his cock for me. He has a lovely specimen, an average length with a slight left bent. And he is beautifully full. I imagine considering his easy erection that he has done this before. I consider taking my cock out and trying some cock rubbing sport that I would very much like to do as a preliminary. But my companion strikes me as the straight laced kind of guy that just wants a blowjob. I don't want to put him off as he really does have a lovely cock. Without further ado, I descend in front of him, kneeling with that lovely cock inches from my mouth. I lean forward and brush my cheek against his shaft. He is wonderfully hard. I rub my face back and forth on his cock, enjoying the feel of his cock on my face. I can smell his sex. He is already leaking and I have some of his juice smeared on the skin of my face. I look up at him and see that he is staring down at me. I lick just under the head as I am watching his face. His cock jerks strongly at this caress. I lick several more times, each time getting a strong clench from him. Finally he blurts out 'suck me'. 

I moan as I slide my lips over the head of his cock. The taste of him and the sensation of his cock filling my mouth floods through my brain. I slide my lips down the length of his shaft, squeezing his cock in my mouth. I hold him there in my mouth squeezing on his shaft. I hear him murmur from above, yes, that's it, let me soak in your mouth, let me enjoy it. An experienced connoisseur I reflect, who has the patience to enjoy his blowjobs at his leisure. No doubt that is why he is here. He cannot enjoy himself as he likes at home, the mate either unwilling or unskilled. Or perhaps he is one of those odd men who cannot ask a woman to do this but gratefully accepts anonymous blowjobs from men. I press my lips on the shaft and begin sliding up and down on the cock, slowly up and down. He is deliciously hard and I delight in the feel of his rock hard shaft on my lips. I lick the underside of the shaft as I slide up and down. My companion provides an ongoing favorable review of my work with sighs and moans of pleasure. I withdraw off of the cock and lean back so that I can look up at him. His erection bobs in front of me, gleaming in the soft light, beckoning to me. 

I take him back in my mouth and begin sucking earnestly, bobbing rapidly up and down on the shaft, sucking cock. We both moan, he from the pleasure of having his organ sucked, and me from the enjoyment of this life elemental, on my knees, supplicating, sucking on a cock, sucking the strength and manhood out of another. I withdraw and take in a huge inhalation, my eyes tearing from the exertion. He bobs and jerks in front of me, the shaft swinging wildly as he clenches. I wait for a moment to let him cool just a bit and then engulf the shaft again. Again I bob vigorously up and down on the cock, a wet noisy cock suck. Suddenly he vigorously pushes my head away, holding my head there as I strain to take him back in my mouth. The cock is clenching strongly and gleams from the wetness of my mouth. Clearly he was going to pop and wants to delay, to enjoy the cock suck a bit longer. Finally he releases my head and I engulf his shaft again. This time I slide down the length of his cock and press the head into my throat. I hear him groan loudly as the head of his cock imbeds deeply in my throat. I hold him there for a long moment, soaking in my throat. I feel him clenching as my throat squeezes on the head of his cock. 

I withdraw and let him bob in the air. I look up at him and he murmurs, 'so good, oh it is so good, you are so good'. I engulf his cock again and again slide down the length of his shaft, pressing my face against his belly, the head of his cock in my throat. I soak him there for a long time, squeezing on his cock. I feel his hands on the back of my head, pressing lightly, his cock clenching madly in my throat. He holds my head lightly in his hands and arches his hip forward. He is trying to gain that last millimeter of penetration into my throat. I focus on relaxing as his cock head thrusts into my throat. His hips thrust slowly and I can imagine that he is in a dream-world of ecstasy. I slide off and take another deep breath. I take him again and suck vigorously, bobbing my head up and down on his cock. The room fills with the sound of my wet noisy cock suck. I hear him moaning in pleasure. I have my hands on his hips and I feel him begin to shake. I anticipate that it is going to be but a moment before he spews his cum into my mouth. But he surprises me by again pushing my head away. He holds my head and his cock is throbbing just in front of me. There is juice oozing out of the tip of his cock. He must have held off by just a second or two. I watch his beautiful full cock as it clenches again and again. More of his juice runs out the end. 

It is hard to imagine enjoying a cock suck more than this. My companion is aroused to the very height of pleasure but he has the patience and discipline to hold off his climax, to prolong and heighten the final ecstasy. And what cock sucking aficionado could fail to exult in the prolonged nursing of a rock hard cock to a shatteringly intense climax. I make a pretense of desperation to re-engulf his cock in my mouth but really I am prepared to wait as long as he likes. His cock is exquisite and I watch as it throbs and clenches in arousal, his juice oozing out of the head. His cock shaft is beautifully ribbed, the shaft with a slight bent. The hard cock a sight of intoxication for the cock lover.

He releases my head and I lean forward and use my tongue to scoop up the cum running out of the end of his cock. I press my lips on just the head of his cock. I lick the underside of the head, just on the sweet spot, teasing with the tip of my tongue. He groans loudly in pleasure and I immediately engulf him. I feel him stiffen. I apply just a touch of pressure of my lips on the shaft of his cock. I press my lips down close to the base and hold still. I can feel him jerking and clenching in my mouth, both of us of the same mind, to prolong his culminating pleasure a few more seconds, hold off for just a few more seconds. He is groaning and I feel him shaking. Suddenly I feel both his hands on my head and I know that this is it. I squeeze his cock firmly in my lips as he begins thrusting his hips. He is shouting out his pleasure as he fucks his cock into my mouth. I flick my tongue on the underside as the shaft is driving in and out of my mouth. This teasing does it as he stiffens and I feel him rise in front of me, his hands tighten on my head, and he emits a blast of his semen into my mouth. I moan loudly and squeeze tightly on his cock as he spurts again and again. I cradle his cock in my tongue and let him finish with my lips pressing firmly on the shaft of his cock. 

We remain locked together for long moments, my companion emitting the most heartfelt sighs of male pleasure. I remain on my knees in front of him, reposing on his cock while it bathes in my mouthful of his semen. Eventually he begins to soften but shows no inclination to withdraw. For my part, I could go on forever. I occasionally squeeze down on his cock. His semen has a slight nutty flavor and he certainly gave me a mouthful of it. I press my face against his belly; squeeze hard on his cock with my lips and pull. He gives me the most wonderful groan of pleasure as I extract the final drop of his semen. I withdraw and lean back against the wall behind me. His cock flops down in front of him, no longer the proud erection. I look up at my companion and I swallow his cum. I moan softly at the pleasure of it all. His once proud and urgent erection is no more. I have taken the essence of him and swallowed it, making his manhood my own. 

He fastens himself up and as he turns to depart, tells me that that was wonderful. He departs with no offer of reciprocation, not that I expected or desired such. But his departure reinforces the very elemental of the act, anonymous male sex. We were together for no more than fifteen minutes without exchanging names or the time of day. And yet we enjoyed together this most intimate of acts, each of us with our own pleasure in the experience. For my companion, a straightforward blowjob and from his reaction, an exceptionally pleasurable climax. And for me the pleasure of the act, on my knees, supplicating, cock sucking, taking his essence, swallowing his manhood. I relive the moments of holding his semen in my mouth, the taste of his manhood, and the pleasure of swallowing his cum. I am more the man for it.

I am about to leave the room myself when as I turn to the door, I am confronted by another guy. He is blocking my door and he gives me a searching look. I imagine that he heard something of the final moments of the departed companion. I am unsure if he wants his turn or is looking for a cock to suck himself. I am not interested in the latter. We stare at each other for a few minutes as I consider whether to push past him. I look down and see that he has a wedding ring on and that he is erect. I decide to see where this is going and retreat back into my room. He follows me in, pulling the door closed behind him. I assume he did hear some of the noise as he is in no apprehension or delay about displaying his cock. And it is clear from the state of his arousal that he is no novice at this. He possesses a lovely specimen, long and straight with a full girth. He begins stroking his cock as he looks at me, alternating from my face to my crotch. I unfasten and let my slacks slide down. I am aroused and erect and like my companion, I grip my cock in my hand and stroke it casually. We spend a few minutes in this mutual admiration, each of us stroking our erect cocks while we watch the other. He alternates between wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking up and down and squeezing the shaft in his fingers and rolling side to side. I am mesmerized by the spectacle of his hard cock play.

I decide to see if my companion might like some cock rubbing sport and move close to him. I urge him to drop his trousers which he completes without hesitation. We are standing face to face and our cocks are touching. I release my own and encircle his cock with my hand. I press his cock against my own and rub them together. I have a look at my companion to gauge his reaction. I see at a glance that I had no reason for concern. My companion is staring at our cocks rubbing together with rapt attention. Soon he wraps both his hands around our two cocks and squeezes them together. The feel of his cock on mine is electrifying and I thrust my hips, fucking my erection against his, both of us in voluptuous heaven. We take turns holding our cocks, each of us clearly exhilarating in touching the two organs and rubbing them together. 

This cock rubbing sport is the very essence of male sex. And here like this with no words exchanged between us is the ecstasy of anonymous male sex. The skin of his cock is warm and feels like velvet caressing the skin of my organ. I wrap both my hands around the two shafts and squeeze them together. Both of us thrust our hips and the cocks rub voluptuously together. I roll the cocks around each other, squeezing them together. Our shafts are of almost identical size and shape and the visual of the two cocks playing together is breathtaking. He displaces my hands with his own and caresses our shafts with his fingers. He wraps fingers around the base of each cock shaft and teases the organs against each other. I reach under and lift his balls in my hand. I squeeze and roll them in my fingers as our cocks rub together. As I do this, he alternates, rubbing the head of his cock on the sweet spot of mine and then switches, rubbing the leaking head of my cock on the sweet spot of his organ. Finally we each take the shaft of the other in hand and fondle and caress. His teasing fingertips on my cock shaft is electrifying. I continue to caress and squeeze his balls in my hand as he caresses and strokes my cock shaft. 

I wrap my hand around his cock shaft and take my own in my other hand. I begin rubbing the underside of his shaft across the top of my organ. We have both been leaking copiously and the lubrication of our oily leakage is abundant. I rub the sweet spot of his cock across my organ at almost a right angle. I rub his cock vigorously. His cock is rock hard in my hand. I squeeze the shaft and more of his juice oozes out the head. I smear the oily juice on my shaft as lubrication and resume the rapid caressing of his cock shaft. I am holding my shaft, almost as an anvil as I play the underside of his shaft. I can feel him clenching in my hand. He emits soft murmurs of pleasure. And how could one not enjoy the most exquisite of pleasures. Both our cocks are rock hard. The oily juice leak provides the most voluptuous sensation as the cocks rub together. Occasionally I rub the heads directly together, squeezing both shafts as I do so to milk the juice leak out of the cock shafts. And then I resume the rapid rubbing of the bottom of his cock shaft on the top of mine, focusing on the sweet spot of his organ. 

I feel him begin to shake as his climax approaches. I consider briefly descending to take his flood of semen in my mouth. But I am mesmerized by the spectacle of his rock hard cock rubbing on my own and I continue. I squeeze his shaft, drawing out a bit more of his oily leakage and I smear this on the shaft of my cock. I rub his shaft vigorously against my own. I continue for another moment as I hear his breath become ragged. He begins gasping mutters of pleasure and I know it is just a moment longer. I again consider descending but I cannot let go of his cock, such is the spectacle of the two hard organs rubbing together. And then I feel him go rigid and his cock clenches strongly in my hand, once, and then again, and then he emits a long stream of semen, the blast of his cum shooting out of the end of his shaft and across the room. I continue rubbing and he shoots another long stream of cum, and then another, only slightly diminished in volume and strength. I continue the rapid rubbing of his cock shaft on my own as his climax comes to a conclusion with a final burst of semen and then the culminating droplets that smear on my shaft. I continue rubbing his shaft on mine, slowing, squeezing his cock, all to his infinite pleasure, his sighs of all too clearly revealing his enjoyment of the play.

And then it is over, his shaft losing the rigidity of arousal. I release him and step back, leaning against the opposite wall. He spends long moments leaning back against his wall, his eyes closed and his ragged breathing eventually coming back to normal. He slowly pulls up his disheveled cloths and fastens up. Without looking at me he tells me that he has always wanted to do that but never had the chance until today. It was wonderful he reassures. And then he is out the door. I have fastened up myself and follow him out the door. I descend down to the movie theater and take a seat. Within a few minutes, I am nude from the waist and I enjoy a long absent treat of playing with my cock as I enjoy some excellent porn. As always when I watch porn, I am amazed and fascinated at the strength and endurance of the girls who do these scenes. I time a powerfully intense climax to a male performer adding the 6ith and final slow motion load of semen into the girl's vagina. I enjoy my shattering afterglow as the screen fills with her gaping vagina, the vast deposit of cum slowing oozing out of her. Long live porn. 

I have had a long and pleasurable afternoon of cock play and porn wanking. I find it deliciously pleasurable to sit nude in an open theater and wank on my erect cock. I reflect that it has been far too long since I enjoyed a day like today and that I am resolved to do this more often. I am leaving the theater and the stairs to the booths are before me. Why not stop for a moment to see if there is some sport available I ask myself? And of course I cannot resist. My balls are on empty after the vigorous porn wanking of the past couple of hours. But that just means that my mind is filled with the images of two hours of watching ejaculating cocks. I ascend the stairs and a quick glance reassures that I am not to be disappointed. It is late afternoon and there are men here who are clearly hoping for one last chance of a quick blowjob before they must arrive at home without suspicion. 

I walk casually down the hall, several sets of eyes on me. There are many sets of full balls in this hallway. There is a large strapping fellow in work clothes just ahead of me. He looks at me as I approach and I slide into an open booth just in front of him. He hesitates just a moment in front of the open door and then enters the booth. He is a large powerful man in his forties. He has the appearance of a construction worker with the windswept face of working outdoors. He looks at me and asks if I want to suck his cock. It is refreshing to have a straightforward chat. I respond that I enjoy hard cocks and ask if he has one. Without further comment he displays his cock. He is almost full but his appearance give me pause. He is enormous. Perhaps it comes from constructing large buildings. One must have the equipment to match. And this fellow certainly has.

My god I remark as I reach out my hand to encircle his organ. He is more than a handful. I squeeze and stroke the cock and it is only a moment before he is fully erect. The thing is all of eight inches with a huge girth. I wonder that he can get it in a woman and I ponder how I am going to get this thing in my mouth. I ask him how he gets this thing into his wife. He laughs and responds with a direct command. 'Suck me'. I descend and the monster is in front of me, strong and powerful in its throbbing erection. It is mesmerizing to look at. He is uncut and the head is protruding out of the sheath. There is juice on the head so there is no ambiguity about the state of his arousal. I imagine that he is no stranger to the delights of these rooms and that he has spent the day of his labor looking forward to these few moments on his way home with his hard earned paycheck.




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 25



I lean forward and slide my lips over the head of the cock. He has a musty taste from his day of labor and the faint taste of his essence is something like almond. I hold the head of his cock in my mouth and reflect that my jaws are already stretched. I slide slowly up and down on the head of his cock and tease with my tongue, flicking and licking on the sweet spot. As near as I am able to what with the size of this thing filling my mouth. I withdraw off of the cock and look up at him. A large, powerful, commanding figure towers over me. His huge erection protruding out of his belly epitomizes the strength of him. My reaction is a mixture of awe, admiration, and terror. I take the head of the cock back in my mouth and slide my lips up and down, getting just past the head. I bob up and down on the cock shaft, truly sucking on it as I can do nothing else since my lips are so stretched. I reflect that I would be choked to death if he were to ram this thing into my throat. I give up all thoughts about taking him deep.

I withdraw and wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. I lean forward and arch my neck and begin licking the underside of the shaft. I flick the tip of my tongue rapidly on the sweet spot of his cock teasing and licking my tongue on it. I feel him clench and I hear him murmuring in pleasure. He arches his hips to get more of this and I am gratified that this technique is moving him along. I am going to take his cum in my mouth but I would very much like to be able to talk after this experience. So this cock licking appears to be the perfect solution. I alternate between taking the monster in my mouth for just a moment, bobbing on it as vigorously as the size permits. And then I resume the cock licking, flicking and teasing on the sweet spot just as rapidly as I can. 

I suppose it is some justification that life provides this fellow with this monster sized organ but takes away his opportunity to enjoy it for long. I have been working on his cock for just a few minutes, alternating between a few seconds of sucking and a few more seconds of licking when he gasps out that he is going to come and urges that I suck on him. I lick very rapidly on the underside before taking the head back in my mouth. The instant my lips slide over the head, I feel him clench to rock hard stiffness. It is hard to imagine that the thing could actually get larger but he swells in my mouth for just a moment and then spews out his semen. He emits a long string of guttural moans as he fills my mouth with his cum. My eyes water and my jaws ache from the strain. But I am determined to let him have his full pleasure in my mouth. What else would a cock sucker do? 

We remain locked together, me on my knees, my mouth not quite supplicating but more stuck on this monster organ. He stands in front of me, his cock in my mouth as he slowly comes to the end of his pleasure. I hold his cock in my mouth as he slowly loses the rigidity and volume of his fully aroused erection. Finally he pushes my head away and his cock withdraws from my mouth. His cum is running down my jaws from the corners of my mouth. I reach up to scoop it up before it splashes onto my clothes. His cum has the faint taste of salty almond. I use my fingers to wipe the cum off of my face and push it into my mouth. Still on my knees, leaning back against the wall behind me, I watch his cock, faintly throbbing, still grossly large, sticking out in front of him, a last drop of oily cum on the tip of the organ. I look up at him and see that he is spent, his orgasm taking the strength out of him, the metamorphosis complete save for putting the monster away. Before he can do so I lean forward and with my mouth still full of his cum, I engulf the head, squeezing it in my mouth. I hear him gasp in pleasure as I gently suck. I let his cock bath in my semen filled mouth for a few moments, he murmuring in post orgasm bliss at the gentle ministration. Finally I withdraw again and lean back. I look up at him and swallow his cum. As I gaze on his depleted strength, I reflect not for the first time on the elemental of all of this, the act of cock sucking. I have taken the essence of him; his strength and power, and made them my own. I rise and leave the room, leaving him in solitude to recover his façade of manhood.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 26



In which our hero has a taste of old and new. 

I gaze out the window on a lovely but very windy Sunday afternoon. It is late fall and the leaves are blowing wildly through the air. I sip my blueberry coffee and reflect that the chaos outside matches my feelings. Thad the magnificent has just left and I think for the last time. It is with profound mixed feelings that I closed the door behind him. But this day had been looming since the first afternoon with him in the video shop. That was four months ago plus or minus a few days. Four months of a male lover and constant internal conflict. I stare down at my coffee and relive the past two hours. It began well enough, as it always does with Thad the magnificent, that gorgeous eighteen year old athletic body. We had planned for him to come over. The high wind precluded a bicycle training ride today so I called him and invited him to come early. As always, he arrived desperate for sex. Four months of meeting with my unacknowledged male lover. I estimate roughly four meetings per week. Eighteen weeks at four meetings per week is seventy two blowjobs, including today. There have been a few more as our meetings invariably included him getting off more than once, often more than twice. But usually just one blowjob per encounter; almost always the first climax, to take the edge off, like today. I speculate that perhaps it is eighty blowjobs in total, plus or minus a few. 

Eighty blowjobs. I keep running the number in my head, over and over. And today was the last, almost certainly the last. I had not planned the events of the day, but it was inevitable. He arrived and it was clear from his body language that he wanted sex. And who could possibly blame or deny him. I have been his lover and sexual outlet for four months. Four months on my knees and my back with my male lover. And today was no exception. We embraced as I closed the door and it was with some difficulty that I got to my knees with my clothes on, such was his ardor. I had him with his back to the door and his pants around his ankles, that magnificent cock standing tall, beckoning to me. I immediately engulfed him and that was the end of his struggles to fuck me. He gasped in pleasure as his cock slid into my throat. As always, he was lost to the mindless craving of his youthful balls. I reflect on the act as I sip my coffee. I look over at the door and relive the moment. The blowjob was not more than a few minutes in duration. That part has not changed from the very first time with him, the youthful short fuse. 

But the quality more than made up for the brief exercise. I can still feel that rigid organ in my mouth, pulsing, rock hard, his balls full of cum, desperate to burst forth. I held his cock in my mouth for a few long moments, my hands on his hips, holding and steadying him. I always wanted to delay his climax so that I could enjoy his cock at my leisure. But he is so gorgeous and his cock so magnificent that today, like almost every other of the eighty times, I was overwhelmed. I held his cock in my mouth for a few moments. And then I sucked him, sucked his cock, sucked on him until he spewed his cum into my mouth. I sucked vigorously and earnestly because it was fun and I enjoyed it. Enjoyed having that large rigid cock in my mouth, enjoyed his youthful enthusiasm, and really enjoyed when he climaxed. He has matured over the course of the eighty blowjobs to the point that he tells me when he is going to cum. Most of the time he would tell me. Occasionally he would forget and just pop, like today. 

I was on my knees in front of him with his large gorgeous cock in my mouth. My focus was on the organ filling my mouth, the texture of the shaft, the taste of his skin. Yes, I reflect, the taste of him, a mild nutty flavor. I feel a rush as I recall the taste of him in my mouth. My lips slid up and down on the shaft, reveling in the sensation of his hardness, the subtle ribbing of the shaft, up and down on it. I flicked my tongue on the sweet spot and got an instant groan of pleasure from him and a lovely clench of his cock in my mouth. The cock clench in one's mouth is one of the sheer ecstasies of cock sucking, knowing the guy is so intensely aroused. It required all of my patience and discipline to stop moving on his shaft and let him gain some control back. But for eighteen year old Thad, there was little self-control available however long I waited. He gasped wildly, arched his hips out, and put one hand on my head. I have been there before with him, eighty times before, plus or minus a few. 

I began sucking madly on his cock shaft, bobbing my mouth up and down on it, desperate for his cum, wild to pleasure him off. I flush again as I relive the experience. I reflect that there is no pleasure to be had that compares to sucking a cock to climax, the sensation of the organ swelling to rigid hardness the instant before it bursts. Thad gave a great shout of triumphant exaltation as he spewed his semen into my mouth, great spurts ricocheting off of the back of my throat as he ejaculated. I flush again as I relive the experience. Thad emits a copious amount of thick heavy semen. Of course it thins and diminishes in volume as he wears down through climax three or four in a day. But it was clear from the mouthful that he delivered to me that he was quite fresh. I reposed on him for long moments, his organ cradled in my tongue, bathing in his flood of semen. Eventually I withdrew, his cock still full but absent a subtle rigidity. From my knees I looked up at him and swallowed his cum, his eyes closed in post climax bliss, his cock sticking out from his belly, throbbing gently, almost in relief at finally being emptied. 

The difficulty began as he was pulling up his jeans when he asked if I had been to the video shop recently. Before I could answer, he added that he had seen my car parked outside the shop; at least it looked like my car. We have been having these kinds of conversations, jealousy and commitment. There seemed little point to evasion and so I confirmed that I was at the video shop. The implications were clear with no further words necessary. But there were further words; recriminations, accusations, my relationship with S**, and my unwillingness to commit to a relationship with him. The reality is that I am not gay. I do not want a gay lover. I enjoy the act of cock sucking. But the rest is only a path to that end. I find the aroused male cock fascinating. I find everything about a woman's body to be alluring. For my own enjoyment, I want a woman. And so he left amidst tears and unhappiness. I gaze out the window as I finish my coffee. I have a date later with S**. The scene with Thad was unpleasant but I reflect that it was overdue. I reflect that I shall miss his magnificent irrepressible cock, but I am gladly done with the drama and demands that I have no wish to satisfy.

With several hours at hand, I go to the video shop. What better way to get the unpleasantries of the last hour out of mind than with some pleasant anonymous cock sucking. I ascend the steps to the booth area and see that several of the booths are in use and there are a couple of men loitering around. But ascending just behind me looks like my guy. A bit out of shape and sloppily dressed, he has all the appearance of a husband and father escaping the chaos of home for a trip to the hardware store, with a detour here. I observe him looking around nervously and eventually going into a booth. He emerges in a few minutes and looks at the titles offered in the other booths. I slide past him with a casual touch and slip into a booth immediately in front of him. The door is open and he gives me a long searching look. And then he enters my room. The door is closed and we are alone. 

My companion stands in the room and looks at me with a mixture of what I take to be desperation and fear. I lean on the wall next to him and ask his name, more as a mechanism for calming him than any real interest. He responds that his name is Tom, real or fiction I do not know or care. Well Tom, I continue, did you come here today for a blowjob? I interrupt the embarrassed silence with reassurance that there is no reason for alarm or hesitation. I continue that I assume that he did come for a blowjob, but that he will have to show it to me. It, he asks in apparent confusion, to which I respond, your cock Tom, you will have to display your cock. A long moment of silence follows in which I assume he is contemplating leaving. I reassure again that I assume he came for a blowjob and urge that he show it to me. Finally he pulls his zipper down and out pops his cock, more or less full but not hard. His breathing is ragged and it is clear that he is very nervous. That he is partially erect must reflect how long it has been for him. 

I reach down and run my forefinger slowly up and down the underside of his shaft. The reaction is immediate in a sharp intake of breath as the voluptuous sensation reaches his brain. Yes, I whisper in his ear, I'll bet that feels really good. I continue teasing the underside of his cock with my fingertips, sliding them up and down the length of the hardening shaft. I whisper in his ear that his hard cock is lovely, so long and firm. I continue to apply a feathery teasing caress to the sweet spot and the length of the shaft with my fingers. I have every intention of sucking him off, but I want some sport first. I whisper in his ear to tell me how that feels, does it feel good? He responds with a gasping confirmation that it feels oh so good.

I assume that if I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump on it, he is close enough that he will climax in a matter of seconds. I want to keep him just below that point. I continue teasing the underside of his shaft with my fingertips, alternating between caressing and removing to let him bob in the air. He is quite hard now so I move on to my real intent. I want him to tell me what he wants; I want to hear him say the words. I whisper to him 'tell me Tom, tell me what you want me to do'. In the silence, I caress my fingertips on the bottom of his rock hard organ. Each time I touch I receive the most gratifying intake of breath and clench of his shaft. 'Tell me Tom', I continue, 'tell me that you want me to suck on your cock, tell me that you want me to get on my knees in front of you and suck on your cock'. I tease again with my fingertips and I feel him quiver. His brain is clearly in full fantasy with the combination of my words and the teasing caress of his organ. I continue with a whisper in his ear, 'say the words Tom, get on your knees and suck me'. I flick my fingertip on the sweet spot of his cock and he groans in pleasure. He blurts out, do it, get on your knees and suck me. 

I descend in front of him. His cock is sticking straight out, gleaming white and quivering in arousal. I speculate how long he will last and conclude probably not more than the briefest touch. I open my mouth and engulf his organ halfway. I do not move but rather just hold him. I immediately feel the shaft clench strongly in my mouth and I hear a great gasp from him, and then he ejaculates, the semen spewing out onto my tongue and filling my mouth. He follows with a series of oh, oh, oh as he completes his climax. It is over so quickly that I wonder if he had time to feel any pleasure at all. I repose on his organ and enjoy the feel of his full shaft bathing in my mouthful of his semen. Occasionally I squeeze my lips on the shaft and a couple of times slide my lips down to the base, squeeze hard, and draw off. To all of these ministrations, I receive the most gratifying sighs and gasps of pleasure.

I expect that he will eventually soften and that will be my signal to withdraw. But to my surprise, he remains hard, and in fact he seems to be growing in ardor without my having withdrawn from him. I speculate where this is going as I do not want to waste my time sucking empty balls. But perhaps it has been so long for him that he is not on empty even though he has ejaculated in my mouth. While holding him in my mouth, I swallow his cum. And then I begin sucking in earnest, bobbing up and down on his cock shaft, my lips pressing on the organ. I continue this for a few moments and begin receiving active encouragement from him. Yes, yes, oh yes, it feels so good from him. I continue bobbing on his cock, the room filled with the sounds of my wet noisy cock suck. The pleasure appears to be on him as he arches his hips forward. I have my hands on his hips and I can feel him trembling. I slide partially off so that I have just the head of his cock in my mouth. I squeeze and suck furiously on it while flicking my tongue. I hear him cry out in pleasure and his shaking continues and increases. 

I go back to bobbing on the shaft, my lips sliding up and down the length of the organ. This is no time for subtlety and I am not wasting any effort on elaborate technique. This is pure and simple cock sucking. My lips are pressing on his cock shaft and sliding up and down, vigorously with the desire and intent to suck the very life out of him. And my companion provides every indication of a similar interest and intent. His hips are arched forward, his cock thrust out for my ministrations, and his hoarse gasping muttering is all about how good it feels and his pleas that I not stop. Don't stop, he gasps, please god don't stop. I alternate between holding and squeezing his cock in my mouth for a few seconds and vigorously bobbing up and down on the shaft. I alternate back and forth. My companion gets in the full spirit of the moment with a mixture of pleas and commands; suck me, of god suck me, suck my cock. 

I can well imagine that he has had these fantasies with his wife many times. But here, finally he has the opportunity to give full voice to what he wants. He wants me to vigorously suck his cock and let him spew his cum into my mouth. And he is verbalizing this with now an endless stream of words; oh, oh so good, oh suck it, oh suck it so good, oh going to cum, oh, oh, oh. Finally I feel his hands on my head. I have been squeezing my lips on his shaft and bobbing up and down. But down we are on the final stretch and his hands presage that his climax is imminent. He holds my head lightly and begins thrusting his hips, his cock fucking into my mouth. At the same time I hear him gasping out, take it, take my cock, oh, oh, oh, take my cum. I slide my hands around his ass cheeks and pull strongly. His cock slides into my throat and I press my face against his belly. I have timed this perfectly as he emits a mewling cry and I feel his cock clenching strongly in the constriction of my throat. His hands pull strongly on my head as he ejaculates. His cock pulses again and again in the tight constriction and I feel his semen spurting out directly into my throat. I can well imagine that the constriction of my throat on his cock shaft is rapturous for him as he is beyond words and I hear only a strangled cry of the most profound intensity, as though his very soul is being emptied into my throat. 

I am concentrating as hard as I can to relax and maintain self-control. I am rewarded for my diligence as almost in the nick of time, I feel him relax and I partially slide off, taking several gasping breathes. I hold his cock in my mouth for a few moments during which he gradually softens. Finally I withdraw completely and his cock flops down, dripping the remains of his climax on my chin. I lean back against my wall and stand. My companion is clearly completely spent, the intensity of his efforts having taken a toll. His eyes are closed and he displays the occasional tremor of post climax. I turn to leave the room and hear him mutter thanks, and he continues that that was incredible. I leave him in peace to recover. 

I walk down the hallway toward the stairs with the intention of going home. But as I pass the hallway on the other side of the stairs, I cannot help but notice a group of either older teenage boys or young men milling about in the hallway. They appear to be together and they are huddled around the playlist of the rooms. I walk over to them to see what is going on. Now that I am closer I see that they are young men of indeterminate youngish age, probably late teens. There are three of them and there is some chatter about the titles. I enter a room immediately adjacent to them and leave the door open. Their chatter quickly subsides and the three all look in at me. Well I ask? One of the three eventually steps forward and enters the room with me. I am curious if the others will follow but they appear to be frozen in place, staring into the room. I close the door and I am alone with my companion whom I shall refer to as A.

Given his obvious youthful age, there is no chance of entrapment so I approach the issue directly. I tell him that if he wants a blowjob, he needs to take it out. A quick glance has revealed his arousal, and of course he has entered the room with me. He pulls his zipper down and, not without some difficulty, extracts his erect organ from his constricted clothing. I descend without another word and kneel before my companion. He possesses an average specimen although a bit thin in girth. But now released from the constriction of his clothing and faced with the immediate prospect of being serviced, his cock has become impressively rigid. I lean forward and slide my lips over the head of his cock. He tastes just a bit musty but the feel of his rigidity in my mouth is thrilling. I slide my lips slowly up and down on the shaft, reveling in the strength represented in this rock hard organ. As I kneel, I reflect long from the first time on the infinite variety of the male organ, all providing a pleasurable experience to the cock sucking connoisseur. 

I am on my knees, happily working on the cock in front of me when I hear a tap on the door. My companion tells that that is his friends who would like to join us. I withdraw from his cock and lean back. I rise and respond that I have no objection to company and I open the door. The other two enter the room and we are now four, rather confined in the small room. A still has his cock out, still at an impressive level of attention which does not escape the notice of the two new arrivals that I shall refer to as B and C. I descend again and take A back in my mouth and begin some earnest cock sucking. I withdraw and reach up to tug on his belt to suggest that he lower his jeans. As he complies I turn to B and C. I see that B already has his cock out and as A is arranging his clothing; I engulf the cock of B and vigorously bob up and down on it. As I am doing this, I give a tug on the belts of both B and C. I return to A and engulf his organ and begin earnestly sucking on his cock. He is hard as rock and the rigidity is delicious in my mouth. I cup his balls in one of my hands and caress and squeeze them with enthusiasm. 

I am rock hard myself as this is beyond arousing; on my knees sucking on this lovely cock while the other two are watching, wanking on their organs, waiting their turn. I bob up and down on A, flicking and caressing my tongue on the underside of his shaft. I can feel him clenching in my mouth which only adds to my enthusiasm for sucking him off. I have not long to wait as the vigorousness of my efforts take their toll. In a few more minutes, aided by the milking of his balls, A gives out a bellowing gasp, swells in my mouth, and spews out his semen in a flooding torrent. I hold still, pressing my lips firmly on his shaft, letting him empty his balls in my mouth. Eventually I feel him relax just a bit and I slide off of his cock. He remains deliciously full and his cock gleams from the wetness of my mouth and his semen covering his organ. 

My mouth still full of semen, I turn to B and C. Both are nude from the waist with impressive erections sticking out from smooth white bellies. The sight is breathtaking. I engulf C and bob vigorously for a few minutes, and then switch to B where I provide a similar treat. My own cock is near to bursting in my pants as this is mind blowingly arousing. I alternate between B and C, taking first one cock in my mouth and sucking vigorously, and then switching to the other and bobbing up and down in earnest. B has a lovely organ of average size and a jaunty upward bend. C has a breathtakingly beautiful specimen, a bit longer than average with a lovely full girth. I reach up and cup a set of balls in each hand. I lift and roll them in my fingers, teasing the skin, milking the cum in what I am certain are a set of very bull balls. I take B in my mouth and press the head of his cock into my throat. I bang my face on his belly, throat fucking his cock. I feel him begin to shake and he groans in pleasure. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 26



I withdraw off of B and let him bob in the air as I take a deep breath and engulf C. I moan as his oversize cock fills my mouth. I bob up and down on the cock, squeezing the shaft with my lips. I continue sliding my lips up and down on the cock shaft with enthusiasm. I squeeze his balls in my hand, milking them. I want more than anything for him to spew his semen into my mouth. I am moaning as I suck, bobbing up and down and flicking my tongue. Suddenly as I am sucking on C, I see out of the corner of my eye a cock being vigorously pumped and an instant later, I feel a blast of semen on my cheek as B has wanked himself off, spraying his cum on my face. I am stunned in surprise by the first blast of semen and so before I can react, I get a second rope of cum on my face and then immediately a third. He has held the head of his cock an inch or two from my face and so the powerful blast of his ejaculation has sprayed his semen on my face and from there on my clothes and on C whose cock I still have in my mouth. 

The performance has clearly been watched by C who finds this sufficiently arousing that it fetches him. I feel his hands firmly on my head and he blasts his semen into my mouth in long powerful spurts. I moan as he empties his balls in my mouth. I press my lips on his shaft and squeeze. He shudders in front of me and thrusts his hips, slowly fucking his cock in and out of my mouth as the semen pours out of him. We continue for long moments in this embrace, his rigid cock in my mouth, bathing in his semen, my tongue cradling his great organ. As I am reposing on C's cock, I hear what I assume is a cock being pumped. And then I feel it, a spray of semen splashing on my other cheek as I hold C's cock in my mouth. A has apparently found the performances so arousing that he has wanked himself off and sprayed my face with his ejaculate. I feel the thick semen from A and B slowly sliding down my cheeks as I continue to hold C in my mouth, his hands holding my head still, the pleasure from his climax still apparent as he provides the most wonderful shudders when I squeeze down on his cock. 

Suddenly I feel a new set of hands on my head, displacing those of C. B has returned to life and he pulls my head over to him, thrusting his full cock into my mouth. He holds my head firmly with both hands and begins vigorously fucking his cock into my mouth. I hear him groaning above me as his shaft drives in and out. I squeeze my lips on the organ which drives him into a frenzy. His hip thrusting increases in pace, his groaning grows to a bellow of conquest and determination. I feel him trembling in front of me, his fingers curly in my hair. He continues his frantic face fuck for a minute, then another, and then with a great cry he climaxes. His organ spews out his semen into my mouth as he holds my head in place. I hear him shouting out as he sprays his semen. I reach up and grab his balls in my hands and give them a mighty squeeze. He groans loudly and I feel another spurt of his semen flow onto my cradling tongue. He holds my head in place for long moments as his climax comes to a shuddering conclusion. Finally I feel him relax and I withdraw, leaning back against the wall behind me. I have a full mouth of semen from both B and C. 

I lean back against the wall and look up at my three companions. I see that C has recovered enough that he is stroking his cock which is impressively hard. I swallow my mouthful of cum and I lean forward. C puts one hand on my head, and I open my mouth and close my lips on his shaft. He thrusts his hips for a few moments, fucking his cock into my mouth, his legs shuddering all the while. In just a few moments I feel him come to a spurting climax in my mouth. I flick my tongue on the sweet spot of his cock as his cock pumps out his semen. I feel him relax and I hold him in my mouth, squeezing on the shaft with my lips. 

And then it is over. I withdraw and stand, leaning back against the wall behind me. My three companions are all finally drained. Each of them begins to fasten up and eventually the door is opened and without a word, they depart. I wipe the semen off of my face and take some steps to restore order to my appearance. But when I finally get into my car I see in the mirror that I have gobs of semen in my hair, on my clothes, and of course smeared on my face. Happily I have not encountered anyone before I get home and cleanup. As I gaze in the bathroom mirror, order restored after a shower, I am still dizzy from the arousal of the encounters. This was anonymous male sex at its finest. I reflect that I enjoyed five cocks and nine ejaculations today. What more could a cock sucker want. 

But of course there is more. I have my date with S** and we spend the night together, delicious lovemaking as I buried myself inside of her.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 27



Chapter 27. 

In which our hero travels to distant lands. 

I am on the way to the airport for a business trip to H**. I reflect that I have never been to Texas before and I know little about the city other than what I have gleaned on television news. My employer is sending me to a training engagement. The event starts tomorrow morning and I have a mid-afternoon flight. I will have a bite of food to eat at the airport before the flight. So that leaves the lunch hour free and I have plans to stop at the video shop on the way. I stiffen in anticipation as I park. It is lunch time on a Monday, the prime hour of the day for businessmen trade. I enter the shop and nod in recognition at the clerk. We are hardly friends but I have been here enough times that she recognizes me as a regular. Of course we have not implemented a formal collaborative business strategy, but the services I perform in her shop bring in her business.

I ascend the stairs to the video booth area on the second floor, my cruising ground and I see immediately that I shall not leave hungry. I stroll through the hallways, evaluating the opportunities, looking for my ideal candidate. And then I see him just down the hall; a business suit looking studiously at the titles. I watch as he goes into a booth alone and closes the door. I wait for a bit and he comes back out. I walk past and enter an open room just next to him. I leave the door open and after a moment, he enters my room. I close the door and we are alone. 

There is always the danger of entrapment, however unlikely in the present circumstance and so as my usual strategy, I want my companions to display for me. To that end, I perform some suggestive touching of myself through my slacks, all the while staring at my companion. In a suggestive display I make a feint of pulling down my zipper, all the while continuing to stare at my companion. He has his cock out in a moment and a lovely specimen it is, snow white in the dim light, somewhat short but beautifully full. My companion has the good fortune of not performing in porn where a short cock is fatal, the poor fellow struggling constantly to keep it inserted in the unusual positions necessitated by the intrusions of the cameras and lights. Here, with me, it is necessary only that he is hard. And he is every bit of that. Here for a bit of mid-day relief before the rigors of making money this afternoon. And in my case, he is my perfect candidate, a nice well groomed married professional guy who does not want to exchange names and engage in complications. He just wants a blowjob. 

I waste no time in unnecessary delays, descending to my knees in front of his cock. The smell of his sex wafts over me, meaty and beckoning. I have done this hundreds of times and yet the overpowering sense of personal arousal never seems to dim. I have my hands on the wall on either side of his hips. His cock is jutting out from his belly, firm and demanding. The cock pulses and the sense of being alive independent of the owner is palpable. I open my mouth and it is like an out of body experience as I see my mouth approach the organ and engulf it. I close on the shaft and moan as the sense of his cock in my mouth fills my being. I hold him there for long moments, soaking in my mouth, the taste of him an elixir, the strength and power of the erect organ a powerful aphrodisiac. 

I slide my lips slowly up and down on the shaft, reveling in the hardness of the organ, the shaft modestly ribbed, and the cock head a lovely mushroom shape. Slowly up and down on it, my mouth alive as it is filled with the cock, my tongue cradling the shaft. I slowly tease the underside of the organ with my tongue, licking the sweet spot in a slow voluptuous worshiping caress. I feel him clench in my mouth as I apply a soft feathery caress of my lips on the shaft just past the head. I delight in this technique; a soft feathery caress with just the faintest pressure of my lips on the skin of his shaft. He clenches again and again as I continue this caress, clearly enjoying the technique. I am in no rush but neither am I deliberately trying to delay. I am just enjoying myself, on my knees, sucking cock. 

I slide my lips down the length of his cock, pressing my face into his belly. His short shaft makes this an easy and very pleasant technique. He has the perfect organ for cock sucking, a lovely full girth, nice and hard, and short. I slide up and down the full length of his shaft at a moderate pace, sucking on his cock, lips pressed, sucking. I hear him murmur in appreciation as my lips slide up and down on the cock shaft. I flick my tongue on the sweet spot between suck strokes, pausing the flick several times and then driving my mouth down the full length of the shaft. Each time I reach bottom, I press my face into his belly and squeeze my mouth on his shaft. I moan in enjoyment. And how could one not enjoy this. The very elemental of anonymous male sex, both of us offering and taking in unspoken words, he providing an erect organ, and I supplicating with my mouth. 

I take just the head of his cock in my mouth and bob and suck vigorously. I drive the full length, taking all of him and bob vigorously. And then back to just the head, sucking enthusiastically. And then I arch my neck so that the head of his cock is pressed in the roof of my mouth and I flutter my tongue on the sweet spot of his cock. I continue this, fluttering my tongue on the sweet spot as rapidly as I can. I feel him rise up on his toes and his cock goes rigidly hard. I hear him gasp with a sharp intake of breath and a groaning sound. And then he blasts out his ejaculation in my mouth with a great exhalation. His semen jets into my mouth in great powerful spurts. I slide down the length of his cock, cradling the spurting organ in my mouth and let him finish pumping his semen onto my tongue. I squeeze my mouth on the shaft. I hear him above me groaning out the pleasure of his climax. And once again I am overwhelmed with the physical satisfaction I derive from this, kneeling there in front of him with his cock in my mouth, pumping out his manhood. 

I remain for long moments, holding his cock in my mouth, in no hurry to withdraw. His organ slowly losing rigidity as it lies on my tongue, bathing in his ejaculated semen. I press my lips tightly on the base of the shaft and pull. He gives me a groan of pleasure as I feel his cock deposit the last drop of his semen on my tongue. I withdraw and lean against the wall behind me. I look across at my companion, his now limp cock flopping down, no longer the prime specimen. I have his strength and power now, in my mouth, his virility my own. I swallow his cum and I feel the power that I have taken from him flow through me. I stand and leave the room. We have not spoken a word other than the mutually exchanged sounds of pleasure and satisfaction. 

I leave the room, wiping the tearing from my eyes, the taste of his semen filling my senses. I reflect that I have done this hundreds of times, sucked a cock to a rapturous climax in my mouth, and yet I never tire of the experience or satisfy the hunger for more. And there is more to he had, here and now. I walk casually down the hall, men standing in wait, a few like me looking for an opportunity for a cock suck, and others who have come here to have their balls emptied. I see another suit ahead who has just exited a booth. He examines the playlist of the booths with great interest so I assume that his balls remain full. After the experience of companion one, I am flushed with desire for more. I enter the booth next to suit and leave the door open. The ballet is in full display, my offer clear, his hesitation brief, and then we are alone in the room together.

I am mad to suck and I immediately descend, my back against the wall across from him, waiting. My actions leave no doubt of my interest but I am not going to touch him until he displays, my fear of entrapment never far off. I am staring at his full organ, hidden inside his clothes but tenting, his interest all too clear. After a moment of hesitation, his yearning overwhelms his fear and he displays, his full cock jutting out of his slacks, proud and expectant. I look for a long moment, the organ spectacularly beautiful in its arousal, average in size and girth, a lovely left bent to the shaft, pulsing his interest and need, beckoning to me. I moan in anticipation and desire and move toward him. I put my hands on his belt and give a slight tug in encouragement for him to lower his slacks. He does so and he is nude from the waist to his ankles. I put my hands on the front of his thighs and lean forward, brushing my cheeks on his shaft, reveling in the feel of his hardness on the skin of my face. I rub my cheeks back and forth on his shaft, the skin of my face soft and warm, the feel of his cock electrifying, rock hard, the tip leaking in arousal. 

I caress the head of his cock with my lips, a teasing feathery caress, barely touching. But a hard cock needs little encouragement and I hear him moan in pleasure at the feel of my lips caressing the ultrasensitive cock head. I continue this teasing caress for long moments, taking the cock head in my mouth and drawing off of it, again and again, a teasing liquid caress, soft lips, warm and rapturous sensations on the head of his cock. I withdraw and extend my tongue, caressing the underside as I look up at him. I hold the sweet spot of his cock on the tip of my tongue, caressing it there as I look up at him. I see him look down at his rock hard organ. He moans in pleasure, gasping out that it feels so good. It does indeed feel good, to both of us. I am rock hard myself, hidden from his gaze but no less aroused than the jutting cock in front of me. I slide one of my hands down and rub myself through my clothes. I rub hard and rapidly up and down, moaning in my own self-gratification. I am near to a climax as I stop and slide my hands up between his legs and cup his balls. I roll them in the palms of my hands, teasing, softly milking the cum in his balls. I stroke and caress the sack with my fingertips. I feel him shaking in front of me, the pleasure upon him all too clear.

I take his cock in my mouth and squeeze on it. I moan again with rapture, my senses filled with the sensation and imagery of this rock hard organ in my mouth, sucking on this beautiful cock. As always, I am of divided mind as I want more than anything to hold this wonderful creature in my mouth, to nurture and suckle it, to provide it with infinite pleasure, at length, the cock suck to go on and on without end, forever hard and leaking his essence. And at the same time I am mad for his semen, to suck him off to a rapturous conclusion, to feel the semen not just ejaculate but to blast out of his cock in a volcanic explosion. 

I begin sucking, bobbing up and down on the shaft. I hold his balls in one of my hands, squeezing and kneading the lovely full sack. I slide my other hand around his hips and grab one of his ass cheeks. I squeeze the muscles in my hand and draw his hips forward. He begins thrusting his hips, his cock fucking into my mouth. The room fills with the sounds of the wet noisy cock suck as his shaft thrusts in and out of my mouth. I hear him gasping and moaning above, his pleasure insistent, full of energy, wanting the terrible pressure of his ecstasy to end when he explodes in my mouth. He gasps out a plea that I not stop, as his thrusting becomes more urgent, and then frantic. I feel his hands on my head, his hips thrusting madly, his legs shaking and trembling as his climax approaches. A tidal wave of pleasure and pressure soars to a final conclusion as I feel him swell and his cock goes rigid. He emits a loud gasp and the organ clenches strongly in my mouth, and then a second clench. Time seems to stand still and the room is immersed in the cloak of silence. I feel him clench a third time and this is accompanied by the first blast of his semen. The bolt of his cum splashes off of the back of my throat. This is followed almost immediately by a second splash of his cum, and then a third and fourth, the force of the ejaculation becoming less strong and the cum deposited on my tongue. The taste of his semen fills my senses, a faint buttery sensation. 

He gasps out the conclusion to his climax in rapturous exhalations of pleasure. His cock remains full for long moments, clenching again and again in my mouth, long after he has emptied the last of his semen out of his balls. I squeeze his organ in my mouth, patiently waiting, taking the last full measure of the pleasure out of him. And of course I have taken his manhood, my achievement clear, on my knees, supplicating on his cock. I savor his manhood in my mouth, the oily essence of him, on my tongue and running down my throat. I have taken it from him, never to return it, but to keep it for my own. I eventually withdraw off of his shaft. I look up at him and swallow the remains of his semen. I am beyond aroused. I reflect on this, that I could go on for hours, sucking on cocks, one after the other. 

But I do not have hours. In fact, I do not have minutes as I depart immediately for the airport and my flight. I make the flight in good order and I am sitting in my seat, gazing out the window at the limitless expanse of sky and clouds. My erection from the video store has faded, but the memory is fully upon me as I am wet from copious leaking, such was the overwhelming arousal of the experience. I reflect on the two engagements with such enjoyment that I stiffen sitting there in my seat. The stewardess hands me my water and casts a look at my tented slacks. She gives me a lovely searching smile as she moves on. I would wank off right here if I could. I almost regret not accepting a blowjob in the video shop. I reflect again on the two cocks and the two owners. I very much doubt if I would recognize either of the two men if they passed me on the street, or that they would recognize me. And yet I coupled with both of them in the most intimate of male sex acts, the blowjob, oral sex, cock sucking. I clench voluptuously in my seat. I relive in turn the final moments of each of the blowjobs, as the cock swelled and clenched; my favorite moment, that pre-climax clench. I relive it in slow motion as an out of body observer watching the supplicant on his knees, his transparent mouth engulfing the cock. I can see it magnified in slow motion, the organ clenches strongly once, and then again, and then a final time as the semen flows out of the swollen cock head in a beautiful white creamy flood, the slow motion magnifying the strength and volume of the seminal flow. My cock is a torment, clenching madly as I sit in my confining seat, reliving the cock sucks. 

I arrive at my hotel in the early evening and complete my check-in. I have a roommate assigned by the company whom I have not met. Part of our cost savings. I do not like roommates, particularly anonymous ones, but there it is. The class lasts only through the end of the week so it is four nights of roommate. I lug my roller bag to the room and fumble with the key card, eventually gaining entrance to the accompaniment of the sound of the television, from the familiar sounds apparently playing a rental adult film. I enter the room and close the door silently behind me. I slowly make my way into the room and see that the television is indeed playing an adult film and one of the beds opposite is occupied by a guy a few years older than I who is completely nude and is having a wonderful time with his erect cock while watching the film. 

I reflect that this is going to be awkward. I was originally supposed to arrive later than I have but got an earlier flight. I can only assume the poor fellow did not expect me for several hours. I have nowhere else to go and in any case, this is my room also. I am alternating between the fellow on the bed and the girl giving an inexpert blowjob on the television screen as I am considering what to do. I conclude that his handjob on his cock appears to be much more professional than the clumsy oral work on the screen. Besides, she has unattractive add-on breasts. As I am reflecting on all of this, my roommate turns and finally notices me standing there looking at him. He freezes with his hand wrapped around his full organ. Neither of us emits a sound for long moments as the blowjob on the television comes to a noisy conclusion. I look at the screen and see the girls face covered in a copious volume of semen. I reflect unfavorably on facials. I turn back to my new roommate. I introduce myself, adding that I am the roommate. He does the same and the awkwardness of this is almost laughable as his hand is still wrapped around his cock, though I observe now diminishing in robustness. I announce that I will unpack and turn to do so.

Some minutes later and I have completed unpacking my possessions for the week. I see that my roommate Paul has attired himself, including a sheepish embarrassed demeanor. I suggest that I have not eaten and we leave together for the restaurant. We have a glass of wine while waiting for food and chat about this and that. The awkwardness is palpable and so I reflect on approaching the subject so as to reassure my roommate. I note that he is wearing a wedding ring and we discuss his family and children. I describe S** to whom I am now engaged. Eventually the food arrives and we eat and enjoy the remainder of the bottle of wine, the events of the room scene left unspoken. 

We return to the room and it remains only to retire to our separate double beds and end the evening. But it is early and there are a couple of hours to kill before reaching a reasonable lights out hour. My roommate is hardly aware that I was aroused by the scene and not offended or shocked. But broaching this subject is socially awkward which only emphasizes the much more comfortable environment of anonymous male sex. The problem here is that my roommate and I have a real social connection. We are each lying on our separate beds and I decide to try a gambit by suggesting that his movie is probably still available and that I enjoy porn and would enjoy watching it. I add an apology for barging in on him and Paul adds that he expected me later in the evening and so thought he would be alone. I add that I know how he feels and that the movie looked entertaining. With much apparent relief on his part at the subject being broached, we agree to watch the film. 

The film begins and I reflect as I watch that porn has to be pretty awful to be of no interest. The current film is well on the soft side of porn but decidedly arousing, particularly with my roommate watching from his bed. Given the events of my entrance into the room and my own enthusiasm for exhibitionism, I have no concerns about some showing off. The worst that can happen is that he will suggest that we turn off the lights and call it a night. But he is hardly going to protest with a shocked outrage. 

We are ten or fifteen minutes into the film and I am fully erect and quite openly teasing my cock through my clothes. I do a surreptitious glance over at my roommate and see that he is giving a glance at my activity and that he is similarly touching himself. I conclude that like me, he is a porn aficionado. I pull my zipper down and let my cock out. My intent is to show off, not wank to a climax. To that end I tease my shaft with my fingertips, caressing the erection to much pleasure but holding the progress well below the critical threshold. I repeat my surreptitious glances over and see that he has his zipper open but he is not displaying. I comment favorably on the film and the performance a girl is providing with a cock in her mouth. I continue on that wanking while watching porn is one of my very favorite things to do and that I am grateful to have found a roommate who shares my interest as the week is likely to be much more interesting than I had anticipated. Paul comes to life and comments that he loves to watch porn but rarely has the opportunity as his wife and children are around all the time. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 27



I begin to rather nosily wank and comment several times on the technique displayed on the screen. I emit some sounds of pleasure and comment on how good it feels to wank. Eventually I look over and see that Paul has become emboldened and has his cock openly on display and is wanking. I comment that he looks like he is enjoying himself to which he replies that he is and that it appears that I am as well. I assert that I am but that I very much wish I could cum in the girls mouth as the guy on the screen is doing. Paul agrees with enthusiasm that he would very much enjoy that as well. 

The next scene begins and there is a long prelude to serious sex. We are both casually teasing to keep hard in anticipation of the action to come. I turn and ask Paul if he has done this before, wanked with other guys. He replies that he did years ago with school friends, looking at magazines and watching porn videos owned by one of the fathers. I ask if the boys ever touched each other. Paul responds that occasionally there would be touching and that one boy in the group gave blowjobs. Paul adds that no one asked him, that he apparently liked it and would offer during the mutual wank sessions. The intensity of the film picks up and soon both of us are wanking with some energy, both fully exposed. I reflect as I alternate from the television over to my roommate that there are few sights more arousing than a hard cock. He possesses a fine specimen, above average in length and a lovely solid girth. I am making as much a show of playing with my cock as I can manage. I repeatedly look over at Paul and note that he is looking at me.

I consider what to do. Of course I would like to suck that lovely cock of his. But how to approach is the problem. After all we are going to be together in training and sharing this room for the remainder of the week. I decide to try another gambit and announce that I need to take a leak but that he should not interrupt the film. When I return from the bathroom, I am nude from the waist and my erection is on full display. I walk between the two beds and stand next to his with my cock jutting out. I find few things more arousing than showing off like this and my cock clenches repeatedly. Paul alternates between looking up at me and staring at my pulsing hard organ. I reach down and touch my fingers to the base of his cock and finding no opposition, slide my fingers up, displacing his hand. I wrap my fingers around his cock shaft and squeeze gently. I lovely pearl forms on the tip of his cock and I use my fingers to smear it over the head of his cock. When this sensation reaches his brain, he emits an audible gasp of pleasure.

I look at him and find him staring at my cock. I take a step to move my cock closer to his face. I am mad with arousal and a line of oily juice is leaking out the tip of my organ. Paul is starting intently and I move closer still, now inches from his face. I kneel one leg on the bed and move my hips toward him. Finally the tip of my cock touches his lips, the oily juice dribbling on his chin. I press just a bit and he opens his lips, my cock sliding into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth and softness of his lips are electrifying and I groan audibly with the pleasure of it. Both of us hold still for long moments, my cock hallway in his mouth. His lips are holding my shaft and I can feel his tongue cradling my organ. I revel in the sensation of having my rock hard cock in his mouth. I feel him reach up one hand and cup my balls. He uses this to hold me in place and I feel his lips slide slowly up and down on my shaft. The sensation is voluptuously soft and warm and I groan again in pleasure. 

He is lying on the bed and leaning over to engulf me. I am standing with one leg on the bed. His hand on my balls is electrifying as the effect is to just hold my cock in place while his mouth slowly slides up and down the length of my organ. I can feel my cum surging to the surface and consider if I should withdraw to cool off for a moment or to let it burst forth as I am certainly going to do soon if I allow him to persist. Meanwhile he stops moving and squeezes his mouth on my cock. I emit a heartfelt gasp of pleasure, clenching madly in his mouth. He resumes the slow sucking on my cock, clearly in no rush to bring me off. The motion of his lips is slow with a voluptuously delicious pressure on the skin of my cock. I am groaning constantly with the pleasure of it now, heartfelt but also a deliberate encouragement. Finally I can feel my climax on an inescapable tidal wave and I gasp out that I am going to cum.

I don't know if he is prepared for this or not but he does not withdraw. It takes all of my discipline not to grab his head and fuck my cock frantically into his mouth. Instead, I hold deathly still and let him continue the slow sucking motion on my cock shaft. The sensation is maddening, my entire world enveloped in my engorged organ, caressed by those soft teasing lips. Then inevitably I can wait no longer. I feel my organ stiffen to rock hard as the pleasure of the climax roars forward, blotting out the rest of my universe. There remains only my swollen shaft and the maddeningly pleasurable sensation of his velvet soft lips on my cock shaft. My climax bursts forth, a powerful clench inside his mouth followed immediately by the sensation of my semen flooding out of the depths of my balls into his waiting mouth. I pulse again and again as the semen erupts out of my cock and flows onto his tongue. Finally it is over and I stand there with my cock in his mouth, bathing in my semen. He holds still and lets me soak, the pleasure of this pure bliss. 

We remain locked together in this most elemental of the male life, cock in mouth, supplicant performing his eternal worshipping duty. Finally I withdraw from his mouth and stagger backward to my bed, reclining with a gush of post climax contentment. I reach down and squeeze my cock and balls, the shaft having lost rigidity but still full and of course wet from his mouth. I get a voluptuous thrill when I squeeze my organ. I look over at Paul who is staring at me and I think wondering what to do with the semen in his mouth. I reflect that I could give him some good advice, but in the event he rises and heads for the bathroom. A waste of a good load of cum I reflect but he soon returns and sits on his bed looking at me. He tells me that he has fantasized about doing that for years but never had the opportunity. He goes on that it was better than he could have imagined. Well I respond, we have the rest of the week. 



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 28



Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 28. 

In which our hero explores a new receptacle. 

I awaken early and in my usual disoriented state. It is semi-light in the room with daylight just barely evident through the curtains. I look around the room and then it all comes back to me. I am on a business trip and this is a hotel room with Paul, my assigned roommate, in the other bed. He is still asleep and in the dim light I can see that he is wearing only a t-shirt and that the covers are partially removed. His bare hip is gleaming in the light. I have always been an early riser in the morning so I get out of bed as quietly as I can and make my way to the bathroom. I quietly shower and as I stand under the streaming water, I recall the previous evening. Paul gave me an unexpected but lovely blowjob. I stiffen as I stand in the shower, thinking about the blowjob; my cock rock hard, his velvet soft lips teasing and caressing my shaft, the culminating moments of rising ecstasy. I reach down and wrap my fingers around my hard shaft and pump on my cock, reliving the moments of my ejaculation in his mouth, his lips pressed on my shaft, his mouth accepting my seed, the long post climax soak with my organ cradled in his tongue, the perfect supplicant. I feel my cum rapidly rising and I stroke just a few more pumps but let go before the moment of no return. I stand in the shower with my cock jutting out, pulsing out its frustration in the streaming water. 

I shave and reflect on the day ahead; a training day, morning and afternoon sessions, and then a free evening. I am still stiff and my erection is jutting out from my belly as I shave. Each time I rinse the razor, I look down at it, lying there on the sink, beckoning to me. Like most men, morning seems to be the time when I am almost frantic to ejaculate. I reach down and grip the shaft again, pumping a few times but not enough to bring a climax any closer. I let go and look at my cock clenching, a small drop of dew forming on the tip. I reach down and scoop it up with a fingertip, and then suck the juice into my mouth. I reflect again on the previous night. Paul turned off the light after I collapsed back on my bed so a reciprocal offer was not on the agenda. But I had a nice feel of his cock and I speculate what the days ahead may have in store. I finally finish my ablutions and dress. I quietly leave the bathroom, finding the room brighter as dawn makes its inevitable appearance. 

I look over at Paul and see that he is lying partially on his side with the sheets covering his shoulders but his hips exposed. I look and see that he has an erection on full display. Hardly surprising I reflect. I watch for some minutes as he appears to be sleeping soundly. But then I see his cock clench several times and I speculate if he is having an erotic dream. My own erotic dreams inevitably end when I waken violently just short of the culminating event. The dreams are always pleasurable but always end in the same frustrating state where I am wildly aroused, grasping to bring the pleasure of the dream back. It never works. I look at Paul and his cock clenches again. It is pressed down against the sheet with the bottom of the shaft exposed. I stiffen looking at him and consider some sport. He clenches again and I am overwhelmed with desire.

I move quietly to his bed and bend over, his legs parted and the bottom of his erect shaft just in front of my face. I open my mouth and lick the bottom of his shaft. This has an immediate effect as his shaft clenches strongly. I lick again, a slow sensuous lap of my tongue on the exposed underside of his shaft. I lick again, and then again. I hear him groan in his sleep and his cock quivers. I lick faster on the sweet spot of his shaft, just under the head. I can feel his cock clenching under the teasing of my tongue as I lick. I press my lips on the shaft and caress, sliding my soft lips around on the underside of his shaft. More groans emanate from him and he presses his pelvis down against the bed. It is clear that I have entered his dream and that he is in blissful ecstasy, his dream and I sharing the pleasure of his rock hard cock. I continue licking his cock shaft and eventually he begins thrusting his hips under my ministrations. I am rock hard myself and I reach a hand down and squeeze my balls through my slacks. I press my lips on the underside of his shaft and begin rapid licking on the sweet spot. His hip thrusting accelerates and I hear him groaning. It is clear that his climax is rapidly approaching and I speculate on whether he will awaken before he squirts. 

I flutter my tongue on the sweet spot. One can maintain this for only a few moments so I always reserve this technique for what I perceive as the last culminating moments. And in this case, I am not disappointed. He groans loudly and apparently begins to waken as his cock bursts and he ejaculates. He squirts a lovely bolt of cum onto the sheet, and then another, and another. I am pressing my lips on the underside of his shaft, squeezing it against the bed. I hear him gasping in pleasure; clearly awake now, a blissful series of oh, oh, oh, emanating from him. When I feel his pulses cease, I withdraw and stand, leaning back against the dresser, and look. His lovely cock is full and there are several streams of semen on the sheet with a small puddle accumulating under the tip of his shaft. I watch as he reaches a hand down and squeezes his cock and balls strongly, moaning in post climax pleasure. And then his eyes open and the look of startled disorientation is clearly upon him. He looks around and sees me looking down at him. And then he looks down at his hand gripping his organs and the recollection of his dream and climax flood his brain. He groans again and rolls onto his belly, pressing into the bed. I clench inside my slacks in sympathetic enjoyment of the pleasurable sensations clearly in evidence.

An hour later and we are in the restaurant, just finishing up breakfast. My companion was a bit embarrassed but thankfully not offended at my sport. He confirms that he awoke in the midst of the climax and felt my lips and tongue on his cock. He confirms that the climax was spectacularly intense, and a welcome change from the usual erotic dreams where, like me, he inevitably awakens before he can climax. Paul tells me that he has relatives in H** and so has made plans for dinner and an evening. I decline his invitation to join and look forward to a free evening. We discuss the plans for the training day ahead and Paul reassures me that he may stay over with his friends or in any case, will be back to the room at a late hour. We depart and the training day plays out with the usual corporate efficiency.

Paul departs shortly after the training ends and I have dinner alone in the restaurant. I have done some research on places to go and so I am looking forward to some potential sport. Potential to the extent that I have never been here so hardly know what to expect. My destination is several blocks walk and soon enough the glaring lights of an adult establishment confirm that I have arrived. And I see that I am not alone in my interest as there are several working girls on the street. I am hardly a prude about such matters but even so, it is a bit of a shock to see the garish clothes and open solicitation. But their services are hardly my objective and so I cross the street and enter the H** version of the den of iniquity. 

The adult video shop is the usual fare, a large room of various films and books with several racks of the usual adult paraphernalia. And of course the inevitable doorway to the video booths at the back of the shop floor. I purchase a collection of tokens and head to my hunting grounds. There are several halls with booths on either side. Men are loitering around with the odd entry and exit from the booths. In short, the usual ballet performance of anonymous male sex played out on the stage of yet another adult video shop. I spend some moments quietly observing the fare, seeking put my objective. As always, I am looking for married men here seeking the pleasure of an anonymous blowjob with no expectations of anything further; no grappling for a fuck, suggestions to leave together, or pleas for a follow-up meeting. Just sex, hot and immediate. 

I walk past a likely candidate and enter a video booth. Once inside, I see that the room is equipped with a glory hole. It is nicely finished so this is no haphazard remodeling. I speculate about how many hard cocks have made the passage through this hole. While I am speculating, I hear the door in the room adjacent close. There is the rustling sound of coins and a video next store and I have a peak through the glory hole. I can see the slacks of my candidate being lowered and a lovely stiff cock exposed. My neighbor begins stroking his cock and I spend some minutes admiring his handiwork. He possesses a lovely specimen, a beautiful bone white color with a full girth. I stiffen myself as I am watching and stand to disrobe. Once out of my clothes, I stand in front of the glory hole stroking my cock. I fantasize about my companion watching as I pump on my organ, nothing giving me greater pleasure than to show off like this, wishing only that the audience were dozens instead a single person watching me. 

I kneel down in front of the glory hole and watch my companion, continuing to stroke my own cock jutting out between my legs. I put a couple of fingers through the hole and rub in the universal sign acknowledged by all purveyors of these facilities. A moment later a lovely fat organ is thrust aggressively through the glory hole into my room. I look at it in appreciation, a beautiful alabaster color, ribbed in its arousal, a lovely full girth. I reach up and run my fingers slowly up and down the length of the underside. The cock clenches at my touch, the owner clearly enjoying the sensations and no doubt the anonymity of this act, his body pressed against the wall in his room, his erect organ thrust through the hole to be serviced. I tease the shaft with my fingertips, running them slowly up and down the length of the organ. The cock is mesmerizingly beautiful to look at, full and throbbing in arousal. 

I lean forward and take the head of the cock in my mouth. His skin has a slightly salty taste and I immediately get a sensation of the essence of him, a faint nutty flavor. I hold still for some long moments, half of his organ in my mouth, my tongue cradling the shaft. I can feel him clench and each time he does so, I clench myself in shared arousal. While I kneel with his cock in my mouth, I reach down and pump on my own erection. I reflect that this is the very height of male arousal, pumping on one's hard cock while supplicating, kneeling in front of another man, sucking on his cock. I moan in arousal. I don't want to climax and I am not going to do so as that would bring to a premature end this wonderful experience. My intention is just the opposite, to stay hard like this and cock suck.

I slide my lips down the length of his shaft until I feel the head pressing on the back of my throat. My mouth is full of his cock. I squeeze on the organ. I can feel him clenching again and again. I withdraw and lean back a bit to watch the shaft, gleaming from the wetness of my mouth, beckoning to me to return. The cock pulses again and again. My intent was to allow him to cool for just a bit, thus prolonging the experience. But if he has cooled, it is not in clear evidence. I re-engulf the shaft and begin immediately sliding my lips up and down the length of the organ, sucking on it, cock sucking on his organ. I reach my other hand up and cup his balls, squeezing them gently and rolling the globes in my fingers. And I cock suck on his organ, faster now, my lips sliding up and down on the shaft, pressing on the skin. I feel him clench powerfully and he immediately withdraws his cock. So abrupt is this that my mouth is left empty pressed into the glory hole. I lean back just a bit and look through the glory hole. The owner is standing there with his cock just inside the hole, untouched and I can see it throbbing and jerking. He must have been an instant from popping I conclude.

I press my face back to the glory hole, my mouth clearly to be seen from his side. In a moment I feel the head of his cock on my lips and he thrusts forward, his cock driving into my mouth. I hold my face pressed against the glory hole and he fucks his cock into my mouth. I have my lips pressed on the shaft and his cock is pistoning in and out of my mouth. I pump on my shaft while he fucks my mouth. I have an overwhelming desire to spray my juice the instant that he cums, just like this, pumping my hand vigorously on my shaft, and his cock fucking rapidly in and out of my mouth. I think we are both close to this endpoint when he abruptly stops thrusting and his cock rams forward, the head pushing against the back of my throat. He holds still and I can feel him clenching but he does not ejaculate. I begin sliding my lips up and down on his shaft at a moderate pace. I hear him moaning and groaning in pleasure through the wall. I consider fluttering my tongue on the sweet spot as I think this would probably bring him to climax. But I do not, favoring instead this slower pace and the enjoyment of his great shaft in my mouth.

We continue for some minutes, my companion and I, locked together in the beauty of the male cock suck, I on my knees, and my companion standing tall, offering his rigid cock to be serviced. I am in no hurry and who would be with the opportunity to enjoy this magnificent organ and an owner with the discipline and self-control to take his time and enjoy his pleasure. I slide my lips down the length of his shaft and press on the head, taking it in my throat. I hold him there for a long moment, the head of his cock imbedded in my throat. I feel him trembling and he is moaning in ecstasy through the wall. I withdraw, holding just the head of his cock in my mouth. And then I use my lips to softly caress the ring just past the head of his cock. I apply my lips to this again and again, rapidly, teasing and caressing. I hear him emit a gasping moan of ecstasy and his cock goes rigidly hard. I continue without hesitation, my lips a velvety caressing ring on his cock shaft, caressing, caressing, caressing. And them a great shout through the wall and a huge spasm of his cock ejects a blast of semen into my mouth, immediately followed by a second bolt of cum, and then a third, my mouth filling with the salty essence of his balls. I hold still, my lips pressed on the shaft just past the head, letting him finish his ejaculation in my mouth. I feel him pulsing for a long time but eventually he calms and we remain locked together, his shaft bathing in my mouth, soaking in his ejaculated semen. 

He withdraws after a long soak and the glory hole is empty. I take the seat in my booth and wank on my cock, my mouth full of his semen. I wash it around in my mouth for a long time, savoring the flavor and texture of his cum. Lovely stuff I reflect, for only the many hundredth time after I have taken a cock ejaculation in my mouth. Eventually I swallow his cum, all the time pumping on my shaft to great enjoyment. This all has no equal in arousal and I am mad to both stay hard and to ejaculate myself. I continue to rather casually pump on my cock pending the arrival of a new neighbor. I have one on the other side of my booth who has been encouraging me to let him have a suck. But that is not my game tonight. I have come here to cock suck. Happily I have not long to wait as shortly after my companion has departed with empty balls, a set of full balls takes residence next door.

I remain nude in my booth, casually wanking and playing with my balls. I soon hear an encouraging voice from next store, admiring my cock and technique. I respond by rubbing my fingers in the glory hole. In short order, a cock is thrust through the hole into my room. A nice specimen, a somewhat dark color and the kind of organ that would be characterized as fat rather than hard. I wrap my fingers around his organ and pump and squeeze for some minutes. It is lovely to suck on a cock but next to that, playing with a full cock is great fun. I pump on the shaft for some minutes before leaning over and engulfing the organ in my mouth. I hold him there for a long moment, savoring the fullness of his shaft in my mouth. The texture of his cock is entirely different, full but slightly soft compared to a rigidly hard organ. But no less enjoyable as I slide my lips slowly up and down on the shaft. The somewhat less rigid shaft encourages me to apply less force on his organ and to slide my lips up and down at a modest pace, enjoying the cock suck. 

We continue thusly for some minutes, cock sucking at the glory hole on the offered organ. I kneel in front of the hole and slide my lips up and down the length of the shaft. He feels delicious in my mouth, particularly after the first cock which was rigidly hard. This one is full and not rigid so the shaft is more flexible. It fills my mouth comfortably and when I squeeze my mouth on the shaft, there is the feeling of compressing the organ. I suck nosily for some minutes, bobbing my head up and down on the shaft. I can taste him of course, a warm slightly salty flavor of nutmeg. I am unconcerned about the progress of his climax as I bob up and down. It is just delightful to be sucking on a lovely cock and I pursue this with pleasure, entirely comfortable with receiving his ejaculation at his will. 

But he surprises me by withdrawing and then I see two fingers in the glory hole, rubbing on the bottom. It is clear that he wants a taste. I am hardly a novice at this and I am rock hard. I don't want to lose my juice like this but I reflect that I can always withdraw before it goes too far. So I stand and guide my full shaft through the hole. I press against the wall, fully expecting to feel his lips slide over my cock. I clench several times in anticipation of that heavenly sensation. I then I do feel him. But it is not the firm constriction of his lips on my cock shaft. The sensation is one of heavenly blissful velvet very gently caressing first the head and then the entire length of my shaft. It feels so intoxicatingly pleasurable, that for long moments I am mesmerized by the sensation and can think of nothing else. But then I ponder just what he is doing over there as I have had my cock in many mouths and never felt quite this sensation. 

And then in a flash it occurs to me what he is doing. He has bent over and impaled himself on my organ. The blissful sensation I feel is his rectum sliding slowly up and down on my cock shaft. It occurs to me to withdraw, but the sensation is maddeningly pleasurable, like tiny velvet fingers caressing the skin, almost no pressure, just a sweet soft caress. I hear him moaning through the wall as he fucks his asshole on my cock. I try to imagine the scene next door, his pants down and his bare ass against the glory hole, pumping his hand on his organ as he rides his rectum on my cock. I speculate how he could be this loose as when I have gotten fucked in the ass, it felt very tight. I conclude that he must be using ass stretching devices to be this loose. As I stand there with my cock inserted into the glory hole, I have to admit that it does feel good, ecstaticly good. We continue for long moments, my companion frequently stopping and pressing against the wall. I feel him clench on my shaft, an exquisitely soft squeezing sensation, like a soft pillow wrapped around the shaft and squeezing on it. And then he resumes sliding up and down on my cock, a slow teasing minute, a pace designed to prolong and extend the pleasure for both of us. 

I feel him withdraw and almost immediately the soft velvety sensation is replaced by one of complete recognition. He takes me in his mouth and begins sucking vigorously, his lips seeming to fly up and down on my cock shaft. He cock sucks for perhaps a minute and then re-impales himself on my organ. I slide all the way in as he presses his ass against the wall. And then he begins bobbing his rectum vigorously up and down on my cock shaft. I hear the sounds of his ass checks slapping against the wall on his side. We continue thusly for a minute or two before be abruptly pulls off and again takes my shaft in his mouth. More vigorous cock sucking follows for a minute or two followed immediately by his rectum re-engulfing my cock. I feel him press back and I slide all the way in. He holds me there and I feel his rectum clenching on my shaft. The sensation is rapturously exquisite and I throb voluptuously, imbedded deeply in his rectum. As he holds my cock in his rectum, I reflect that I have never actively undertaken fucking another man in the asshole. This has never been an interest of mine principally because I do not find the male body attractive, apart from cock and balls. But here with the glory hole separating us, there is no visual, only the velvety softness of the maddening caressing of my cock buried in his rectum. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 28



My reverie is abruptly interrupted by his withdrawal from my cock. And then I feel him pressing on the end of my shaft as he sticks his own cock through the glory hole and back into my room. I descend and take the shaft in my mouth and my companion immediately begins the most frantic thrusting. I speculate whether he is going to ejaculate as his thrusting is accompanied by the most heartfelt moans of pleasure from the other side of the wall. But he withdraws after a few minutes and his cock is immediately replaced by frantically waving fingers. I return my cock through the wall and am immediately impaled in his rectum. He resumes his frantic thrusting, this time his asshole on my shaft jutting into his room. I again hear the sounds of his ass cheeks slapping on the wall accompanied by his moans and cries of pleasure. This continues for a minute, and then another minute, while all the while I feel his rectum clenching on my shaft. I then I feel him pressing hard against the wall and feel his rectum clenching uncontrollably on my cock, accompanied by the most intense cries of rapture. It is obvious that the fellow has brought himself to climax and his rectum clenching on my cock are the indescribably delicious spasms of soft warm velvet, caressing my organ. I am clenching myself and it is all that I can do to not fuck into this soft warm hole. But I hold still, bathing in the warm embrace, enjoying the sensations of his clenching receptacle. 

Long minutes follow while his clenching and squeezing rectum on my engorged cock gradually subside, as do his cries and moans of pleasure and satisfaction. Eventually he withdraws and I remain at the wall, my cock jutting into his room. But it is to no avail and I withdraw myself as my cock begins to sag and then soften. I sit down and lean back against the wall and consider the experience. I look into the room and see my companion slumped against the wall, clearly completely drained from the experience.

I dress and head for the hotel, running the gauntlet of working girls at their trade on the street. Refusals bring hoots of faggot and accusations of rather crudely put taking the food out of their mouth, a rather humorous description of the acts we mutually pursue. I find the room empty as I expected. I reflect back on the evening of sport. Long live anonymous male sex.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 29



In which our hero has a dream. 

I am in an odd place as I can feel her hips but I cannot see any part of her. She is on top of me sliding up and down on my engorged cock. I can hear myself moaning in pleasure. My hands are on her hips, guiding her up and down, setting the pace. She descends all the way and I feel her pubes pressing on my own, my cock rigidly hard and straining up inside of her. We grind together, thrusting and rubbing against each other. I can feel the wetness of her, soaking me as she slides up and down. There is no noise save my own moans of pleasure and the elemental sound of wet cock sliding into wetter cunt. I can feel my hips straining up, searching for that perfect angle that will bring on my climax. My hips thrust up in rhythm to her pumping loins. I am going to climax and my entire world is becoming focused on the sensations of my organ ensheathed inside of her, the walls of her organ caressing and coaxing my semen to burst forth. And I can feel it, see it, the bubbling creamy white elixir filling my balls to overflowing. It is coming now. I can feel it.

I begin thrusting my hips faster, holding her hips in my hands and thrusting up into her. I can hear myself groaning with the strain of the exercise. I begin thrusting frantically, holding her hips in a death grip, fucking savagely up into her. I can hear the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh as I fuck up into her. I am straining to climax, to relieve the terrible, crushing burden of my aching balls, filled to overflowing with semen, desperate to burst forth. I can feel the wave gaining momentum as I thrust hard, straining with all my being to bring the climax on, anything to relieve this terrible pressure. I can see the semen flowing up my shaft as I thrust. Higher and higher, and I am frantically driving my cock into her, eager to finish it, to see my semen burst out of the tip of my cock. I thrust hard and then savagely again, and then a finial desperate lunge and I feel and see at the same instant a great geyser of my semen flow up through my rock hard shaft.

And then I wake up with a huge groaning gasp, my hips thrust obscenely up in the air. And I realize that I really am in the midst of a shuddering climax. But the glorious soft hips of my companion have been magically replaced with a head of hair and I look down to see my roommate Paul between my legs with his mouth on my shaft, gasping and groaning as my crushing flood of semen fills his mouth. I grab the sheet on either side as I strain my hips up to finish spewing my cum into his mouth, moaning at the relief I feel to finally have this burden brought to an end. Finally my contractions come to an end and it remains only for my shuddering to calm and for the remains of my ejaculation to flow into his mouth. I collapse back onto the bed, groaning with the bliss of pleasure and relief, my soul emptied of all burden. 

I look down and see Paul kneeling on the bed between my legs, his mouth encapsulating my organ. He is letting me enjoy the pleasure of the post climax soak, my cock bathing in his semen filled mouth. How many times have I done this myself I ponder, held the cock in my mouth long after the climax was over, reveling in the taste of the semen, my triumph in the form of my companion's emptied balls, the cock once rock hard, slowing loosing rigidity and virile hardness. Utter bliss I conclude, for both parties. I am in no rush to push his mouth away and he clearly is in no rush to withdraw. I feel him squeezing his mouth on my organ, a delightful post-climax sensation, the last small bit of semen forced out of the dwindling shaft. 

So I have had an erotic dream. We all have them of course. And usually, frustratingly, one wakes before the dream comes to a conclusion. But this time my roommate and cock sucker novitiate was there to witness my erection and arousal, and took advantage. He withdraws and looks up at me. Swallow it I whisper to him. He looks at me for a long time and then I see him swallow. Is there any more powerful or satisfying thing to do in the world than to swallow the life essence of another? I have done this so many, many times I reflect as I look at him; sucked a cock to climax in my mouth and then swallowed the cum, making the strength and power of another my own. 

We complete our morning ablutions, breakfast, and then it is off to the training class. We have agreed that we will dinner together tonight and I have no doubt that some agreeable sport is in my future. The morning training session drags on as I am tormented in an unexpected way. Rather than cooling my passions, the morning blowjob seems to have had the reverse effect. I have cock frenzy and my concentration is lost in perpetual daydreaming and fantasies about sucking cock. Every person in the room has my attention and I visualize kneeling in front of each, extracting their organ, and devouring the cock in a frenzy of oral worship. The lead instructor has my particular focus as I visualize in my fantasy stripping naked and taking his full organ in my mouth while the entire room watches. I get hard repeatedly in my daydreaming. 

Finally it is the noon lunch break. I have culinary interests not offered on restaurant menus and so make my excuses in favor of a walk in the pleasant sunshine. I head immediately for the video shop in the hope, frantic at this point, of some pleasant midday sport. On the way I reflect that the odd few hundred calories of semen will do me well for the afternoon. I enter the shop, gather my tokens from the clerk, and head for the booth area. I am astonished to see the place literally overflowing with men. Many of the booths are in use and there are many men milling about in various costumes depicting the trade of the owner.

I do not think I am going to need to waste any time on candidate selection as there appears to be an abundance of full balls in attendance. I am rock hard as I find an empty room and enter. I barely have the door closed to my room when a large hard cock is trust aggressively through the glory hole and protrudes into my room. I look down in astonishment at the cock quivering in beckoning arousal in my room. I reach out and wrap my hand around the shaft. It is a lovely hard cock to be sure; long and straight with a moderate girth. I slide my hand up and down the shaft for a few minutes, reveling in the feel of the smooth skin, belying the strength and rigidity of the erection. While I caress the cock, I release my own erection from the painful confinement of my slacks. How could one not get hard when confronted with a beauty such as the organ in front of me, made available for me to amuse myself at my leisure.

I unfasten and let my slacks drop, my cock standing at full attention. I wrap my other hand around my own organ and stand there, caressing and stroking both of the rock hard cocks, one in each hand. I advance to the glory hole and with both hands, press the two organs together. I rub them together; two beautifully shaped cocks of similar size, my own a larger girth, both snow white and perfectly straight. I press the two shafts together and revel in the luxurious feel of his organ rubbing against my own. I slide them round and round together and thrust back and forth, holding the two rods together with both my hands.

My neighbor clearly enjoys the sport as well as his cock is straining into the glory hole and I can hear his exclamations of pleasure through the wall. I continue on with this sport for some minutes as there are few things more enjoyable than casual cock rub play. A favorite trick of mine is to hold one of the shafts and rub the cock head on the sweet spot of the other cock. I employ this, first rubbing my cock head on his and then reversing the treat. Both cocks are leaking which makes this play particularly lush, the natural lubrication making the cock head feel like velvet. Both of us are making noises of pleasure and both cocks are impressively rigid from the enjoyment of the play.

But I have come here to cock suck and so I divert my cock rub play in favor of descending to kneel in front of this breathtaking organ. I release the shaft and watch it clench and jerk for a moment. His cock is exquisitely beautiful to behold, clenching and bobbing in arousal. I moan as I look at it, anticipating the joy to come for both of us. I lean forward and rub my cheek against his organ. His shaft is warm and feels like velvet on the skin of my face. I moan again as I rub my face against the shaft. And then I can wait no longer. I open my mouth and engulf his shaft, filling my mouth with this magnificent organ, seemingly made to do what I am doing right now, cock sucking, sucking on this exquisitely beautiful white shaft, devouring the manhood of another. 

We continue for some minutes in our minuet, the disembodied cock invading my room through the glory hole and my mouth paying the most delicate homage. I slide my lips slowing up and down the shaft. My lips feel on fire, so aroused am I for a cock suck. I bob slowly up and down, my lips applying the faintest delicate pressure, thus to prolong and enjoy the cock suck at my leisure. I can taste his essence in my mouth as he leaks his elixir, a faint salty and meaty flavor. I moan in pleasure, kneeling there, my mouth sliding up and down on the offered shaft, my lips caressing the skin of the cock, drawing on it, suckling. I am in my element I reflect, squatting down, my hands on the wall in front of me, my own cock rock hard and throbbing, and my mouth full of the cock of another man. 

And then I hear a voice. At first I find the noise distracting until I finally realize that the sound is coming from behind me. There is a neighbor in the next video booth and he is watching from the glory hole. Of course all he can see is the back of my head. And that is precisely his objection. He asks to let him see. 'Let me see it' he begs. I withdraw for a moment and move aside. The cock shaft previously filling my mouth now bobs freely in the air. My neighbor barks out a cry of delight at the vision of the wet slick organ bobbing and clenching in the air. From the side I caress my tongue up and down on the underside of the shaft so that my neighbor can see both my efforts and the effect on the hard shaft. He bellows out a congratulatory 'glorious' at the vision. I take my prize back in my mouth and feel an immediate hard clench as the owner demonstrates the pleasure received from my oral efforts. I resume bobbing up and down on the shaft, still in no hurry to effect a conclusion. 

But of course, the conclusion decision is not all mine to make and as I caress my tongue lasciviously on the underside of the shaft, I hear a groan of ecstasy from the other side of the room. I immediately press my lips firmly on the cock shaft and begin sucking in earnest. I bob rapidly up and down, determined to bring the cock off in a fountainous explosion of semen. I feel the cock go rigidly hard in my mouth as the owner strains against the wall. My lips slide up and down on the shaft, gripping the hard organ in worshipping embrace. I hear a loud groan from the other side of the wall. I wrap my tongue around the underside of the organ, cradling the shaft, and I squeeze my mouth firmly. Time stands still. I feel the cock shaft pulsing as I hold still. I very delicately squeeze the organ in my mouth. I hold still again, waiting, certain that he has reached the point of no return but content to delay his orgiastic conclusion and thus prolong his pleasure and my own for another few seconds. And then the organ explodes. I feel as well as taste a powerful burst of semen invade my mouth. I hold still, continuing to squeeze the shaft in my mouth. Another burst of semen follows, accompanied by a staccato bark of rapture from the other side of the wall. I squeeze down firmly on the shaft as the throbs slowly diminish in frequency and strength, the climax coming to a conclusion, the sensation of cum in my mouth overwhelming. 

I repose there with the cock thrust through the glory hole, soaking in my mouth, bathing in the caressing cradle of my tongue. The elixir of ejaculated semen together with the slowly diminishing rigidity of the cock provide a heavenly juxtaposition. I squeeze my mouth on the cock again and again, reveling in the sensation and my accomplishment. I have sucked the life essence out of another man and taken his ejaculation in my mouth. I have his manhood. And as I hold his slowly diminishing organ in my mouth, I swallow his cum. I feel the fluid slide down my throat as I hold his cock in my mouth. Glorious I reflect. 

The cock withdraws out of my mouth and the room, the glory hole empty. I hear the characteristic noise of clothes being set right in the next room, a muffled appreciatory, and the sound of the door opening and closing. I am about to rise up but almost before I can move, cock number two is thrust into my room. I gaze at the sight from the side so that my neighbor can have a look as well. I hear a bellow of delight and expression of envy from the adjoining room. I admire the cock for just a moment, supplementing my visual appreciation with a caress of my fingertips up and down the underside of the shaft. The organ is exquisitely beautiful to behold. But then what hard cock is not so. This one is average in both size and girth with a slight upward bend. But the cock is rigidly hard, an erection so hard that the organ cannot bob or quiver. Just rock hard male organ thrust into my room. 

I move toward the organ, and as I do so, my neighbor bellows out that he wants to come into my room to watch. I assent and as I take the glory hole cock in my mouth, I hear the sound of the door open and close and my neighbor has joined me. He stands next to me and I hear his zipper being pulled down. I slide my lips slowly up and down on the glory hole cock for a moment, enjoying the taste of the skin of the organ, mixed with the aftertaste of semen from cock one. It is but a moment before I taste the leakage of the cock in my mouth and I begin to speculate if the owner has any staying power. 

Hardly has this thought crossed my mind when I feel the unmistakable sensation of an ejaculation clench. This is immediately followed by several more powerful throbs and the cock spews out a flood of semen into my mouth. I hear a gasp from the next room as the cock strains in my mouth, pumping semen onto my cradling tongue. As I kneel there holding the spewing organ in my mouth, I speculate that the owner must have saved this up for weeks, such was the urgency of his climax and the volume of his ejaculation. His climax goes on literally for several minutes. Each time that I think he has finished, I feel yet another powerful clench and he ejaculates a bit more semen. I hold his organ in my mouth as his ejaculated semen runs down my throat. He has given me a mouthful and I swallow and swallow and swallow again. Finally it is over and he withdraws. I swallow a final time but the sensation of semen and the taste of him are powerful, a strong salty musty flavor that overwhelms the senses. 

I wipe the tears from my eyes and take a deep breath. The cock suck was very quick but powerful in the amount of semen he ejaculated and the taste of him. I look to my left and see that my companion is peering down at me and he has his hand wrapped around a long slim organ. I watch for a moment as he strokes himself in front of me. As always, I find the sight of an aroused cock enthralling and this one is no exception. His organ is quite long, at least nine inches I speculate, and rather slim. I marvel again at the infinite variety of the male organ. I anticipate that I am going to have the opportunity to suckle this cock and I ponder the prospects of the length of him in my throat. In anticipation, I reach up and give a slight tug on his belt, the meaning of which is immediately acted upon. His slacks drop to his ankles and I admire his balls hanging down under his jutting cock. His organ throbs gently in front of my face, long and bone white with a smallish cock head. 

I lean forward and brush my face against his organ. The feel of his warm cock on the skin of my face is electrifying. I slide my hands up the backs of his legs and press my face on his cock. I rub my face all over his engorged shaft, using my face to press the organ against his belly and legs. The feel of the organ on my skin is so voluptuously arousing that I reach down and pump on my own engorged cock. I feel his hands on my head and I look up. He is staring down at me and speaks in barely a whisper. 'Suck me' he commands. I open my mouth and engulf his cock, taking half the length and soaking on it. We remain locked together for a moment or two, no sound in the room, his cock throbbing gently in my mouth. And then he begins to fuck. He holds my head rather easily in his hands and thrusts his hips at a moderate pace. I have my lips pressed on the shaft and feel the organ slide in and out of my mouth. Usually I prefer the active role in a cock suck and most men I find prefer to relax and let the cock sucker do the work. But here I am once again reminded of the preferred intimacy of the other person, unimpeded by the obstruction of the glory hole wall. And the act I am engaged in now is all too clear a passive role. He is mouth fucking me. 

The mouth fuck continues for several minutes at a moderate steady pace, all the time with his hands gently holding my head in place. The slim organ slides easily and without effort in and out of my mouth. I caress the underside of the organ with my tongue as it pumps in and out. His balls bounce off of my chin as the cock slides in and out of my mouth. He pauses the fuck strokes and soaks in my mouth for a moment. And then with his hand sliding to the back of my head, he slowly pushes forward. It is clear what is going to happen next and I take a deep breath. I feel his cock press in my throat and then slide in. He embeds an inch or two of his cock in my throat but such is the length of his organ that I am not yet pressed against his belly. I can smell his skin. I have my hands on his hips. My mouth is full of his organ and I feel the head of his cock throbbing gently in my throat. He presses again and the head of his cock slides a bit further in. I hear him groan in pleasure and at this reaction; I also groan a soulful affirming confirmation.

He pushes my head away and pulls his hips back. His organ noisily leaves my mouth and I am left with wet sloppy saliva and cock leakage on my chin. His cock juts from his hips, wet and gleaming from the exercise in my mouth. I feel his hand on my head, twisting me to the side. I turn and see that a cock is pressed through the glory hole. His hand on my head urges me to the offered treat and I accept by engulfing the organ. I begin vigorously bobbing my head, sucking madly on the lovely article. And it is lovely, slightly larger girth and a bit short. I press my lips on the shaft and suck enthusiastically, the room filling with the sounds of the wet, sloppy cock suck. I know that my companion is watching and that knowledge only provides further enthusiasm for the act. I press my face to the wall taking the entire organ in my mouth. The owner strains against his side of the wall and I can feel his cock pulsing and throbbing in my mouth as he thrusts his hips in an attempt to get another milliliter of his organ through the glory hole and into my mouth. 

I resume bobbing my head, my lips squeezing and caressing the lovely full organ. I slide up and down on the shaft, teasing and licking the underside of the shaft with my tongue. Normally I would be mindful to prolong the exercise. But in this case, I have no thoughts other than to thoroughly enjoy the organ in my mouth and to bring the owner to a shattering climax, all on display for my room companion. But in this pursuit I am interrupted by my companion wrenching my head away from the glory hole. He holds my head and thrusts his cock into my mouth. Holding my head in both hands, he fucks vigorously into my mouth. He is groaning and muttering in ecstasy, his hips thrusting forward and his hands holding my head. And then he abruptly pushes my head off of his organ and again urges me to turn my attention to the glory hole cock. I engulf the shaft and resume the most intense and vigorous cock sucking, pressing my lips on the shaft and bobbing furiously. I hear the owner emit a huge gasp of pleasure through the wall. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 29



I am groaning in undisguised pleasure as I suck on the glory hole cock. I can taste the essence of him, a slight salty nutmeg flavor. His organ is a full girth and I feel the strain on my jaws from my extended oral work. I begin a rapid flicking of my tongue on the sweet spot of the organ, just under the head. I immediately feel the organ provide a dramatic stiffening as the pleasure of this reaches the owner's brain. I continue for another moment and I feel him spurt a powerful blast of semen into my mouth. This is followed quickly by another and then another huge squirt of cum into my mouth. I engulf the organ and squeeze the shaft in my mouth. I feel him pulsing out the remainder of his ejaculation, the pleasure of this all too clear from the rapturous sounds of emanating through the wall. The organ seems alive in my mouth with continuous pulsing throbs. His organ bathes in his semen, cradled in my tongue. He withdraws after just a moment of repose and I am left with a mouthful of his semen and a mixture of saliva and male cum drooling down my face.

My companion turns my head back toward his cock and with both hands on my head, makes clear his intent to resume his mouth fuck exercise. I barely have a chance to swallow my mouth full of semen when the long cock of my companion slides into my mouth. He resumes his vigorous mouth fuck, thrusting energetically, his organ rapidly fucking in and out of my mouth. His heavy sack of balls are vigorously bouncing on my chin as he mouth fucks. I have my hands on his hips and I can feel him shaking in the pleasure of this. My lips are pressing firmly on the cock shaft, thus providing the maximum intensity. I note that he begins fucking more deeply into my mouth with the cock head sliding in and out of my throat. I time the thrusting as best I can to take small breathes. But then he holds my head, stops thrusting, and presses his long organ into my throat. He holds my head and I feel the cock head and then the shaft sliding into my throat. I concentrate mightily to avoid a gag reflex and then I find my face pressed into his belly. His cock is pulsing madly in my throat, the pleasure clearly fully upon him. 

He half withdraws so that I can get several breathes. I feel him wait. And then he holds my head and presses his shaft back into my throat. He holds my head there, my face pressed firmly into his belly, his cock shaft imbedded deeply in my throat. I feel his hips thrusting in the inevitable male drive to get it a fraction of a nanometer further in. I hear him groaning in undisguised ecstasy. I can well appreciate the dilemma of the long cock, the never ending problem of getting it all the way in. But in this case, he has found a cooperative receptacle. The organ throbs and pulses in my throat. He partially withdraws again, holding my head with the cock half in my mouth, and I draw several ragged breathes. I caress the underside of the shaft with my tongue, flicking on the sweet spot again and again. 

And then I slide my hands over his hips, grasp both his ass cheeks, and pull him to me. I hear him groan as his cock slides into my throat. I am pulling on his hips, straining to hold the length of him in my throat, my face pressed into his belly. I feel his hands on my head. I press his hips back and then pull forward, urging that he deep fuck into my throat. He immediately begins rapidly fucking, holding my head, and slamming his belly against my face, his cock shaft sliding in and out of my throat. His hips are thrust forward and it is clear that this is not going to last a moment. This certainty is brought to an immediate reality when he slams his cock fully into my throat a final time, grasps my head in a death grip, and I feel his organ pulse, and pulse, and pulse again, the semen bursting out of the end of his cock and flowing down my throat. He is gasping loudly and his entire body shuddering in the pleasure of the moment. I wait as long as I can before pushing back to get a ragged breath. I then kneel there in front of him, half his cock in my mouth, the remainder of his ejaculation flowing onto my cradling tongue. 

At long last he withdraws and staggers backward, leaning on the wall for support. His great cock is now drooping down in spent relief. I look up at him and see that his eyes are closed and his chest is heaving in great shuddering gasps. For a moment I fear the fellow may be having a heart attack. I turn and begin to rise when I see that the glory hole is again filled. I hesitate for a moment as my cock frenzy has finally subsided. But here it is before me, a yearning full cock thrust through the glory hole. I could stand and leave. Or I could lean forward and spend an extra five minutes providing a social relief to the owner of this lovely organ, and truth be told, an additional pleasure to myself.

I lean forward and slide my lips over the cock head. I tease the head with my lips and tongue, caressing softly and licking the delicate head of the organ. I feel the shaft clench and we are both lost to the moment; the cock in front of me, and myself to the cock sucker's paradise of yet another hard shaft and full balls. I slide my lips up and down on the shaft while caressing, licking, and flicking my tongue on the sweet spot. It matters not to me now that the moment be prolonged. My jaws are tired from the extended exercise. But I cannot pass up an offered erection when the pleasure of the receiver and the giver are so easily satisfied. I continue my ministrations on the glory hole cock for several minutes, my lips paying constant admiring homage to the splendid shaft protruding through the glory hole. Eventually I feel the unmistakable sensation of stiffening shaft, the owner however he might wish to prolong the exercise, eventually gives in to the inevitable of the soft warm mouth providing a repository for his seed. And so it is this time like hundreds of times before, the cock provides a sudden swelling rigidity and a second later spews out a mighty blast of semen. The gasps and oaths of pleasure emanating from the other side of the wall only add testimony to the pleasure received as the cock completes the ejaculation. 

I rise, the last exercise having lasted not four minutes. I quickly restore order to my clothes and turn to depart the room. I note as I walk out the door that my depleted companion is leaning back on the seat in the booth, obviously completely spent. And As I depart, I note that there is yet another cock thrust through the glory hole. What a place I reflect. 

The day and the class come to an end and Paul and I have dinner together. We depart tomorrow to return to our lives and so it is likely that these hours tonight are the last we will ever share together. It is a truism in my experience that there is no easier or more relaxed intimacy than that shared by two men who have sucked each other off. And so it is that Paul and I, having shared that act each on the other several times in the past few days, converse on all matter of cock, cock pleasure, and the pleasures and delights of being hard while enjoying prolonged cock pleasure. As we both enjoy porn, each of us entertains the other with tales of prolonged wanking while watching porn including details of technique, porn interests, and memorable scenes. 

Eventually we are back in our room with interests fortified by the arousing conversation and the excellent wine. Without preamble we both undress. He is half full and I am in a similar state. Without touching him I descend in front of him. I am kneeling, my face inches from his organ. He begins to swell in anticipation of what is to follow. I watch the shaft stiffen and find that my own is following a similar course. And then he is full in front of me, his erection the manifestation of male power. There is nothing remarkable about his organ, being average in both length and girth. But there is nothing more mesmerizingly beautiful than an erect male organ and I am thoroughly enjoying the spectacle before me. He clenches, the organ bobs a bit, and I am lost. I lean forward, on my knees, intending to perform my supplication in the way males do. I touch my lips on the tip of his cock and the sensation of his maleness wafts over me, the sexual energy palpable, the strength of him there demonstrably before me, unmistakable. 

I slide my lips over the head of his cock and we both murmur a mixture of awe and pleasure. Though I have performed this very act hundreds of times before, I never tire or loose the sense of splendor of taking the organ of another in my mouth. This supplication is merely a preamble for what I have in mind to follow so I am in no rush. Rather, this is a ritual and I perform my part. I hold him in my mouth for long moments, no part of us touching except for his rigid cock in my mouth. I squeeze gently on it as I hold it in my mouth, my tongue cradling the shaft. He leaks a bit and I get a rush of the taste of him. I feel him clench and I find this so voluptuous that I clench myself in sympathetic enjoyment, untouched my organ rock hard, bobbing between my legs, my balls hanging down and touching the floor. I open my mouth so that he is inserted but not touching, and then close and squeeze again on his shaft. More leakage and the essence of him floods my brain. 

I release him and stand and we are face to face, both of our cocks standing tall between us. We are both looking down at the two organs and it is a breathtaking sight to behold. Two rock hard cocks bobbing between us, beckoning the two of us to a joining. Paul descends in front of me and takes my cock in his mouth. As I did, he supplicates, holding my shaft in his mouth, gently squeezing it, clearly making no effort to arouse beyond the act of demonstrating his submission. Although I am in no danger of a premature conclusion, I find the visual before me intoxicating. I put my hands on his head, slide my fingers through his hair, and push my hips forward. I can feel his throat on the head of my cock. I pause to let him take a breath. I see him strain to look up at me with his mouth full of my organ. I pull on his head and slide into his throat. I hear him emit a strangled gasp as my shaft slides into his throat. I hold his head tightly and press his face against my belly. I feel his chin press on my hanging balls. I hold his head there for a few moments, enjoying the electrifying vision and sensations. I revel in my demonstration of power over my supplicant.

I push back his head and withdraw my hips. My cock bobs in the air between us, slick from his mouth, and it is over. We both retire to the bed. Although we have not discussed this, I suggest without words a sixty-nine to which my companion readily joins. And thusly we lie on the bed together, each of us mouth to cock, connected in that most sublime of male joining. For my part, I enjoy the sixty-nine at any time with either sex. And so it is that I am rock hard and find Paul so as well. I reflect again with his full cock brushing against my face that the male organ has no equal for mesmerizing power. I engulf his organ in my mouth taking care to feather my lips on the shaft, a soft teasing caress of my lips far down the shaft. I feel Paul's mouth on my own organ and I sigh in blissful pleasure. We are on our sides and I lift his leg over my back, performing the same operation with my leg. And we cock suck together. What more heavenly experience can there be?

We are in no rush and cooperate together, unspoken, in the way only males can enjoy sex. We each heat and cool, prolonging the experience each in our own way but mutually shared in our coupling. I employ at intervals the most intensely vigorous cock sucking, alternating with the most delicate and sublime teasing caress. And between these and countless other techniques bring his conclusion near the point of no return only to allow it to fade. His lovely balls are a constant source of entertainment as I caress the skin with my fingertips and fingernails, and gently squeeze, and twist the sack to my infinite enjoyment. Paul is having a similar feast on my organs, each of us experiencing and enjoying the creative techniques of the other. Occasionally for each of us there is the rapid withdrawal as a conclusion approaches dangerously near the brink. How else to characterize the scene other than cock suck paradise as the minutes become lost in the hazy delight of mutually given and received pleasure.

Occasionally we roll together, I on my back with his organ fucking down into my mouth, and then the reverse, with Paul under me and I vigorously fucking my cock down into his welcoming maw. I fall into a rhythm of the most intense vigorous fucking into his mouth followed by an abrupt withdraw just before I would climax. I rise up on my knees to prevent access to my organ and wait until control returns, my rock hard shaft towering over his face, oily leakage streaming down from the tip of my cock. When I have control back, I drive back into his mouth and resume my savage mouth fuck, encouraged by his hands on my ass cheeks urging me on. And then we roll over so that he can repeat the same exercise, my hands gripping his ass cheeks, encouraging the most vigorous thrusting of his cock into my mouth. We both of us are lost in the sighs and moans of ecstatic pleasure as the voluptuous expression of every cock sucking fantasy is realized with a willing partner and the time and freedom to fully enjoy the moment. We suck, suckle, tease and caress each other's cock and balls as though the moments were meant to go on forever.

Alas no moment goes on forever. I find myself on my back with Paul vigorously thrusting his cock onto my mouth and throat. His thrusting becomes frantic and I wonder if he will climax or withdraw and attempt to cool one more time. Meanwhile his lips are tightly gripping my shaft and I am thrusting madly up into his mouth. He jerks his hips away from me and I look up to see his cock clenching madly above me. The shaft is wet from my mouth and a long oily stream is emanating from the tip and streaming down on my face. The sight is so intoxicating that I moan in delight watching his throbbing organ and heavy balls swing in the air. I thrust my hips up and fuck my cock enthusiastically into his mouth. I resolve that I am going to climax and begin thrusting frantically. Abruptly Paul withdraws his mouth from my organ and I shout out my frustration, my cock banging madly on my belly as I thrust, saliva and leakage flying. 

We roll on our sides and both of us re-engage on the hard organs before us. I swallow his cock and use my hands to press on his ass cheeks, crushing my face against his pubic bones. I feel him clenching in my throat. Paul takes my organ in his mouth and presses his lips on the shaft just below the head. A rapturous eroticism floods my brain and I begin frantically thrusting, the need to climax the load of semen out of my balls an almost painful urgency. I can feel my semen rapidly approaching a boil and I know that I am going to explode my semen in his mouth. I have my hands gripping his ass cheeks and I withdraw for rapid breaths. I ram my mouth back on his organ and slide it into my throat. I feel him clenching. I slide a finger between his ass cheeks , find his hole, and slide in up to the knuckle. I press on his prostrate and the effect is both immediate and electrifying. I feel his entire body go rigid, his cock clenches and holds the clench, becoming like steel in my mouth and throat. I press on the prostrate and he screams and ejaculates out his semen in rapid powerful bursts. As I feel the semen blast out of his organ, I join in the orgiastic exercise and spray my juice into his mouth, his lips pressing strongly on my shaft as I climax in a blinding rapture. We each hold the other tightly as we complete our ejaculations, semen filling the other's mouth, the powerful contractions only slowly diminishing for each of his. 

Finally it is over and we both lie quietly, each holding the other's organ in semen filled mouths, soaking in the deposited ejaculation. The languor of this embrace is intoxicating as we each gently squeeze the slowly diminishing organ of the other, the shafts bathing in the soft warm repository of saliva and male cum. We each gently squeeze the balls of the other, the effect to force the last drop of semen through the softening shafts. We each sigh in voluptuous pleasure and caress with our hands, reassuring the other that there is no rush to end the eroticism of this embrace. 

Only after long moments do we each withdraw. I roll on my back and slide his semen around in my mouth. His cum has a slightly salty nutmeg flavor. I find the taste of his semen a savory delight. As I lay there enjoying his cum, I almost regret my empty balls and consequent soft organ. I eventually swallow his semen and the experience is over, save for the lingering aftertaste of his cum in my mouth. I swallow several more times, enjoying the taste of him and reflect yet again on the delight of cock sucking, truly one of the delights in life and this experience tonight a supremely pleasurable example. 

We are off the next morning, each of us packed for departure. The morning class session passes quickly and the airport arrival draws to a close my relationship with Paul. We bid each other a farewell handshake, the casualness of the touch belying the intimacy that we have shared.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 30



Chapter 30. 

In which our hero develops teamwork. 

I awake with a start and look around the darkened room. It takes a few minutes and then the reality of where I am comes back to me in a rush. I am in a hotel room with my teammates, four of us sharing two double beds. We arrived the evening before in the van of one of the team with the bicycles attached to the rack on the roof and the remaining racing paraphernalia and personal belongs piled in a tall stack of bags behind the back seat. This is the reality of bicycle racing; the personal passion of it combined with economies on every level. Our modest team has some equally modest sponsorship that covers only a portion of our equipment. The travel costs range from sleeping in the van to this extravagance of a hotel room shared four ways. We race in criteriums later today. 

I steal a look at the bedside clock to reassure myself that it is not yet time to get up. And then I am fully awake as I realize why I woke up. I am sharing this double bed with a teammate and I now realize that he is lying pressed against my back and that he is fully erect. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. His organ is pressed against my bare skin and he is subtly thrusting, rubbing the engorged organ between his belly and my back. I don't know how long this has been going on but he is clearly aroused as I can feel the effect of the oily leakage from his cock lubricating between his belly and my back. I speculate if he is having an erotic dream and this an embarrassing accident of circumstance. I ponder what to do about this as the rubbing of his organ on my skin has resulted in my own organ swelling in response. It would be a fatal social outcome if I reach back only to find that I have awakened him from a dream. On the other hand there is a fully aroused hard cock pressing against me and I will not turn down the opportunity. 

I decide to slowly roll on my back while at the same time maintaining contact with his organ. If he is asleep and my movement causes him to wake up, he will probably quickly roll away and that will be the end of it. I complete this maneuver and he remains on his side, his organ pressed hard against my hip. The cock remains there for a moment, wedged between his belly and my hip. I can feel it pulsing and the wetness from the aroused leakage is readily apparent. I press my hip down and against him and the cock rubs between us for a moment and then abruptly slips out and flops down on my belly. I freeze to see what will happen next. The organ is throbbing and I can feel it alive on the skin of my taut belly. My own organ is fully erect and throbbing up into the air. I reach down and grasp my cock in my hand, receiving an immediate rush of pleasure. I squeeze my organ and rub some small leakage over the sweet spot to the accompaniment of more pleasurable rushes. I slide my hand up off of my cock and in doing so, my fingertips caress over his cock. He does not move at my touch and at this point, I cannot believe that he is asleep. Perhaps he was when this all started but I think he is now fully awake and that this is an offer. 

I reach down and caress the organ with my fingertips. He throbs voluptuously at my touch. I tease some leakage from the tip of the organ over the head of the cock. He is rock hard and the organ is leaking copiously, dripping on my belly. I wipe up the oily slick and rub my fingers over the hard shaft. I feel him provide a subtle thrust of his hips forward in response to what is clearly for him a rapturous sensation. I flick my fingertip on the sweet spot of the cock, lubricated by more of his oily essence. I hear him gasp in a muffled expression of pleasure. And then I feel his fingers on my shoulder; a very subtle touch, pressing downward, a very clear request. 

The other two teammates are in the bed next to this. I can hear the sound of deep breathing from across the room. It is pitch dark and it is up to me to decide what to do next with the usual concerns about the pleasure of the sport against the risks of exposure and resultant social difficulties. My finger work on his organ means that I am already committed to do something. If I decline to descend and continue teasing his organ, I imagine that he will squirt his cum on my belly. That will make a mess that may be fully in evidence in the light of the morning. In any case I would prefer a cock suck. It is certainly nothing more than availing the opportunity for my teammate as I know he is married with children. 

With as much quiet and discretion as I can manage, I slide down to his belly. In the dark I find the tip of his cock with my lips. I can smell the arousal of his skin. The room is completely dark and silent save for the regular breathing of the teammates in the next bed just a few feet away. I slide my lips over the head of his cock, taking the organ in my mouth. I hear a muffled gasp of pleasure and feel his hand press on the back of my head. His belly trembles under me and he arches his hips up. It is one of the great pleasures of my hobby to draw out this reaction of rapturous delight on the part of my companions; the incomparable ecstasy of my soft warm wet mouth encapsulating the aroused organ. I feel him shiver under me as he arches his hips up to get more of the shaft in my mouth. The taste of his skin floods my brain, warm meaty male fully aroused. The essence of him washes through me, a slightly salty taste and a realization that he is a meat eater. 

I hold his shaft in my mouth for long moments, allowing him to calm down a bit after the rapture of the initial penetration. I caress the shaft with my tongue. He is rock hard in my mouth. The organ is in all ways an entirely average specimen both in length and girth. But of course a very hard cock is the single useful characterization and requirement for the present exercise, all else rendered irrelevant to the interests of the cock sucker. And he has my full interest. I slide my lips slowly up and down on the cock shaft, a very moderate pressure applied, in no rush to complete my exercise. We work in sympathetic harmony for long moments, he subtly thrusting his hips upward and I sliding my lips slowly up and down on the shaft. All is quiet as we continue the unexpected and therefore all the more delicious cock sucking treat, only his subtle trembling under me revealing the pleasure that he is receiving from my oral ministrations. 

I withdraw off of the cock for a moment and feel it bobbing and thrusting upward in an effort to find entrance to the bliss my mouth has been providing. I open my mouth wide and hover over the head. I tease my lips very lightly on the shaft just below the cock head. I brush tease on this ring just below the head again and again, just the most delicate squeeze from my lips on the skin of the shaft. I can feel the cock clench in reaction to this technique. I taste a flood of his leakage on my tongue. I imagine that if I cock sucked vigorously, he would squirt in just a few seconds. But that is not my game. Rather I am content as always to coax and tease the organ, enjoying at my leisure the pleasures of cock sucking, certain that the end will eventually be reached with a flood of his semen in my mouth. But I want to prolong that outcome as long as I can so that I can fully enjoy the experience of this lovely organ filling my mouth and the manifest pleasure exhibited by my companion. 

I feel him arch his hips ever higher upward. I can well imagine the pleasure and consequent agony of the need to expel this burden of semen out of his balls. I alternate the pressure of my lips on the shaft between firm squeezes while holding still, and delicate pressure as my lips slide up and down. I am in my element I reflect, in control of his pleasure, coaxing and teasing the organ in my mouth to the inevitable flood. I lick my tongue over the tip of his cock, teasing the head, squeezing it firmly in my mouth to prevent the shaft sliding in. My head bounces up and down with this technique as he drives his hips up and down in an attempt to slide into my mouth. I prevent this by firmly holding the head of his cock in the vicelike grip of my lips. And then I relax my lips and a vigorous thrust of his hips drives the cock shaft fully into my mouth. The reaction on my companion is immediate as he arches his trembling hips upward, my mouth filled with his rigid organ. I cock suck vigorously for a moment bobbing my head rapidly up and down, my lips pressing firmly on the shaft.

I feel him go rigid under me and it is clear that we have reached a culmination. I hear a muffled gasp from him and feel his hand on the back of my head, a subtle pressure not to withdraw. He is trembling violently under me, his hips performing rapid, almost frantic small thrusting, fucking his organ into my mouth. And then I feel him burst, a blast of his semen flooding my mouth followed quickly by another and another, his hips rigid and thrust up off of the bed, all of this the very definition of male ecstasy. I hold still and allow him to complete his ejaculation, my lips pressed firmly on the cock shaft. We remained thusly locked together; the shaft pulsing in my gripping lips as his pleasure only slowly diminishes. Finally I hear an exhalation and feel his body relax under me, his climax complete, his organ still full, bathing in my semen filled mouth. 

I remain affixed on his slowly diminishing organ, delicately squeezing on the cock shaft from the base upward, drawing out the last remains of his ejaculation. Finally it is over and he indicates by movement and a slight touch on my head that I am to withdraw. I do so, careful to not make a mess with my mouthful of elixir. I lay on my back on the bed, looking up into the darkness of the room, my mouth full of his ejaculate. I hold it there in my mouth, moving it around with my tongue, enjoying the taste and texture of his semen. The room is dark and that I am not alone is evidenced only by the soft sounds of breathing of my teammates in the next bed and the heat emanating from the aroused skin of my companion lying inches from me, the forms of social separation restored now that his crushing burden of need is gone. I have it; in my mouth, his essence. I move his semen around inside my mouth. And then I swallow. I swallow his semen and his soul. They are mine.

The weekend proceeds with our team making a creditable effort. We finish second overall in our category, a good finish for us in the competition offered and we are all pleased to stand on the podium with appropriate pictures to our sponsors. We finally pack everything up and to our relief find that the sponsors have provided a shower and changing room. Our trip home in the tightly packed van is thusly much more pleasant than the prospect of four moldering bicycle racers in close and confined proximity. We stop for food and arrive at the meeting place parking lot in the evening. We quickly unpack the van, each of us retrieving our bicycles and bags. Two of my teammates quickly depart and I am left with my bedmate who I perceive has lingered. We have not said a word to each other about the tryst of yesterday morning and unless he were to bring it up, I had no intention of pursuing it further. But it seems apparent that he is going to pursue some word or two about the event. 

We stand together in the dark between our two parked cars. I find in my experience that men readily enough accept and often seek out a blowjob from another man when it is convenient and there is little risk of exposure. But such men often construct a strong and unyielding boundary between the act performed on their organ and their identity as strictly heterosexual. While I do not know my teammate well, my experience with him is rather strongly heterosexual in attitude and male bravado. For my part the incident of yesterday morning is not unlike other serendipitous events I have had, the opportunity strongly contributing to the motivation.

In the dim light of distant streetlights, my teammate observes that he has thought much of the activity. He confirms the obvious that he really enjoyed it. I respond that I enjoyed it as well. I do not embarrass my companion by asking potentially awkward questions. Rather I consider that my companion is probably asking for more, that is why he has lingered. A brief moment of silence follows and I step closer to him. We are face to face, inches apart. I take the initiative of suggesting that I am pleased that he hung back after the teammates departed. To assist in the clarity of this observation, I add a caressing press of my hand between his legs. To no surprise at all I find that he is full.

I look my companion full in the face and suggest that it appears that he would welcome a reprise before he returns home. To this he sighs an affirmation, leans back against his car, and parts his legs, the better to afford my access to his equipment. He rapidly hardens and I give full freedom to my hand exploring through his clothing. I suggest that he show it to me and by way of further clarity, I do a tug on his belt buckle. In a moment his slacks are sliding down to his ankles and he is standing there in front of me at full mast. The sight and the immediate prospect are electrifying. But while I intend to cock suck, I first want some contribution of respect from my teammate and companion. I lean closer to him so that I can whisper in his ear. I reach out my hand and caress my fingertips on the underside of his jutting organ. He responds with an immediate sharp intake of breath and I feel his cock jump in a strong clench. It is clear that both of us are ready.

I whisper to him that I want him to tell me what he wants. Tell me I say to him, and to this I add another teasing caress of my fingertips on the underside of his shaft. A series of oh, oh, ohs emanate from him. But that is not good enough for me. I remove my hand so that he is bobbing and clenching in frustrated solitude. After a moment I repeat my demand; tell me what you want, let me hear you say the words. Finally a strangled cry emanates from him that he wants me to suck. I flick a fingertip on the underside of the throbbing organ to encourage and ask if that means that he wants me to get on my knees in front of him, take his cock in my mouth, and suck him off. I tease the jutting shaft again with just a brief flick of my fingertip. He responds with an affirmation but I want the words to come from him. I grip his cock in my hand and squeeze. I cut off a sharp gasping cry from him with a command that he say the words. I pump up and down on his organ for a moment and then let go and wait.

His cock throbs impotently in the air between us. We look at each other and I repeat my demand, say the words I whisper, what you want me to do. A silence of a minute or two follows, finally broken by a clear voice; 'get on your knees and suck my cock, suck on my cock until I cum in your mouth'. To this declaration he adds a suggestive downward push on my shoulder. I descend and there it is in front of me, the barrier of anonymity crossed, his organ jutting out from his belly, his balls hanging down between his legs. He wants me to suck him off and of course there is nothing at this moment that I would more like to do. Mutual interests intersect in this moment of opportunity.

I immediately engulf his organ. He is hard but the instant that I close my mouth on the shaft, I feel him clench strongly and repeatedly. I hold him there in my mouth for a moment to let him relax. I'm not sure how much stamina my companion has in him as he seems quite heated. But I think that it does not matter as I think this is not the last time that I am going to have this organ in my mouth. I begin noisily and vigorously cock sucking him, bobbing my head rapidly, my lips sliding briskly up and down on his shaft. I hear him above me gasping in loud cries, uninhibited now in the vacant parking lot to give full voice to the fulfillment of his desire and the expression of his pleasure. Ugh, ugh, ugh he barks loudly in rhythm to my vigorous suck strokes. I am caught up in the moment and care not if he lasts a millisecond longer. 

I have my hands on his hips to hold both of us together. I can feel him trembling from the pleasure. My cock sucking pace continues unaltered with my lips sliding up and down on the beautifully ribbed shaft. I can taste the essence of him, the male power of him fully represented in this splendid hard organ. I abruptly pull off of his cock and lean back a bit. The hard shaft is jutting out from his belly, gleaming in the faint light from the wetness of my mouth. I look at the magnificence of him; rock hard cock sticking straight out, clenching and throbbing in male potency. I reach up between his legs and grip his balls. I hold them there with the cock straining outward. I use the balls in my hand to guide his organ back in my mouth and resume vigorous bobbing up and down on the shaft. The hardness of him and the event, outside and exposed here in this parking lot, his pants down around his ankles, I on my knees in front of him, his cock in my mouth, it is all more than arousing. I am rock hard as I suck on his cock.

Abruptly I pull off of the shaft again. He emits a loud keening cry of dismay and I conclude that he was probably seconds from climax. I take several deep gasping breaths as the effort has been energetic and strenuous. I wipe the spittle off of my chin. His organ is mesmerizing in front of me, beckoning to me. I look up at him and see that he is looking down, taking it all in. I look back and his cock is throbbing with oily leakage streaming down from the tip, encouraged by the intense clenching of the shaft. I lean forward and flick the tip of my tongue on the sweet spot of his cock. His cock jumps at this touch. I repeat this again and then again, each time the organ clenching strongly and jumping. I engulf his cock again, this time holding it in my mouth. I wait for a moment, just holding the organ in my mouth. And then I slide down on it, feel the head in my throat, and push.

I feel the shaft slide into my throat. I have taken a deep breath and so am well prepared to hold it there. I keep pressing until my face is pressing on his belly. I hear him groaning above me; loud barking exclamations of intense pleasure. I am gripping his hips to hold us together, fighting off the urge to withdraw and breathe. I feel his organ clenching madly in the constriction of my throat. I rock up and down on it several times, the cock head massaged in the tight confines of my throat. His barking cries intensify and I feel the organ stiffen. This is it I think to myself and an instant later I feel the unmistakable sensation of his ejaculation in my throat. I wait for the second blast of his cum in my throat and then withdraw enough to take several frantic breathes. I hold his spasming organ in my mouth, cradled in my tongue as he completes his ejaculation. I grip the shaft in my lips and feel the semen flowing onto my tongue. He encourages me to remain in place, mouth encapsulating his spewing organ by providing long soulful cries of pleasure. 

We remained locked together for long moments, his organ reposing in my mouth, bathing in his warm semen. I have my hands on his hips, holding us together. This is always one of my favorite parts of the experience, particularly in these personal encounters as opposed to the glory hole. The other person is standing there in front of one, breathe ragged, legs trembling, the emotion and physical intensity of the experience fully on display. And of course the post climax cock, having lost its virility and power with the semen. The sense of taking these things from the owner is palpable as I hold the slowly diminishing organ in my mouth. I squeeze gently on the shaft and receive a murmur of pleasure from above.




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 30



I squeeze again on the base and draw off, taking the last pearl of his essence on my tongue. He flops out of my mouth, semen and saliva smearing on my chin. His depleted organ droops down, still throbbing but clearly having given up the manifestation of proud manhood. I have taken all of these things. This recognition floods through me as I gaze at his shrinking cock. I roll his semen around in my mouth, enjoying the taste and texture, but more than that, palpably cognizant of taking his virility and power, and manhood. His loss of these things is represented in his diminishing organ. I look up at him, his semen swirling in my mouth, and I swallow his manhood. 

I rise and lean back against my car, my breathing calming down from the experience. As I gaze on my now depleted teammate, I reflect not for the first time the awe inspiring feeling of having taken the iron out of a man. With clear effort, my teammate bends to retrieve his slacks from his ankles and puts his clothes in order. Silence ensues for some moments but neither of us moves an inch. I can only assume he is waiting for some exchange or reassurance. I tell him that he need not fear anything from me, that the acts are just between us. This appears to provide some comfort and he provides some mumbled nonsense about difficulties at home, small children about, no privacy or time with the wife. I care about none of this but I reassure him again and add that he can call me and we can get together for a coffee or drink. He stares at me for a moment and the unsaid extra offered is clearly understood. With that exchange we both depart.

I stop by S** place and we greet each other warmly. We have a glass of wine and I recount the bicycle racing of the weekend. She discusses her weekend including a bicycle club group ride. After an hour of chat, we retire to bed. S** presses her lovely backside against my naked belly. In a moment I harden and I feel her wriggling against my erection as I caress her shoulders. She raises her leg and I feel her fingers guiding my organ to her opening. I slide in, finding her sloppy wet. We enjoy a delicious fuck, S** coming to a crushing hip surging climax on my rock hard shaft. I empty my balls inside of her, gripping her hips to hold her against me. I lay for minutes, my slowly diminishing shaft bathing in my flood of semen, and I fall asleep still ensheathed in her.



Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 31



In which our hero takes a day off. 

It is raining and forecast to continue so for the entire day and into the weekend. A planned bicycle competition that included a Friday vacation day has now been canceled resulting in an unexpected free day. No social obligations, a day off work, and no bicycle training or competitions. I spend a leisurely morning sorting through the life demands of laundry, groceries, and the odd trip here and there. Finally the lunch hour arrives and so my anonymous hobby day is to begin. It is a work day for most of the rest of the world. I plan to visit the video shop in time for the anticipated lunch time rush, spend a few hours in idle amusement in the theater, and then catch the after work crowd back in the video shop. In short, I plan to make a day of cock worship. It remains only to marshal my strength and reserves. To that end, I enjoy a fortifying lunch as it will need to last me through the long and painful hours of the afternoon spent on my knees.

I arrive at the video shop just at the noon hour and nod a greeting to the staff member on duty. We have never actually talked so I have no idea if she is an owner or just an employee of the place. My continued use of the facility has made us acquaintances of a sort to the extent that she commonly provides a nod of recognition as she does on this occasion. I cash in some money for machine tokens and head through the doorway and up the stairs to the video booth area. To no surprise at all I see the expected lunch time crowd, men in various work garb mill about the rooms, each seeking their own pleasure. An artifact of my regular use of this facility is that I sometimes see a face that I have seen here before. Today is not atypical as I observe a familiar suit milling about the playlist. I have had him before I recall to myself and immediately attempt to remember the details of the encounter. A pleasant encounter I believe with a quite ordinary specimen. The latter is not a criticism, and in fact is a very positive endorsement in that a pleasant encounter with an ordinary cock meant he easily performed with no struggles and I had a good time.

I walk past suit toward an available booth and give him the slightest nudge as I pass to ensure that he sees me. I enter the booth, leaving the door open, and like clockwork suit enters as expected. As we recognize each other from a past encounter, no time is lost in preliminaries. Suit immediately drops his slacks to his ankles and as I descend, he is hardening nicely in the full anticipation of what is to come. Kneeling in front of him, I put my hands on the wall on either side of his hips and stare in admiration. As I recalled, his specimen is entirely average in length and girth. His cock is jutting out from his white belly and his balls hang down between his legs. I look up at him and see that he is staring down at me and his erect shaft. I reach up between his legs and cup his balls in one of my hands. I roll them in the palm of my hand for several minutes all the time looking up at him. His cock bobs in front of me and the tip occasionally brushes against my face. I ask him if he has brought a full load in these balls. He breathes a husky affirmation and arches his hips out, the head of his cock shaft stabbing my face. 

I open my mouth and engulf his organ. The cock shaft clenches strongly in my mouth with the pleasure of this welcoming embrace. I hold him there in my mouth for some long minutes, enjoying the never ending pleasure and fascination of supplicating on my knees on the manhood of another. I reflect to myself that the day is getting off to a very good start with a hard cock in my mouth within five minutes of entering the shop. As I have had this cock before, I have no concerns about what is to follow and the ability of suit to perform. I begin with some moderate cock sucking, drawing my lips up and down on the shaft. He is deliciously hard in my mouth and modest sized cocks are perfect for this purpose. I enjoy the up and down on the shaft for some minutes, occasionally flicking my tongue on the sweet spot under the head. As I cock suck, I reflect on the beauty of a well-shaped large organ. But for sheer enjoyment of the cock suck, the one in my mouth at this moment is the perfect size. I reassure myself of this truth by easily sliding the head of his cock into my throat. I press my face into his belly and hold him there for a long moment. I feel his cock clench spasmodically in my throat. Each time I feel him clench in my throat, my own organ clenches in sympathetic acknowledgement of the shared pleasure of the experience. I ram my face back and forth into his belly for a short moment, the head of his cock sliding easily in and out of the constriction of my throat. 

I withdraw completely and take several deep gasping breathes. His cock is bobbing madly in front of my face, gleaming from the wet slop of my mouth. I engulf the organ again and madly cock suck for a moment before again releasing the organ. He bobs and jerks in front of me. Again I engulf the hard shaft and bob my head up and down in a wet, noisy cock suck. I can taste the essence of him and as always, the hardness of the cock in my mouth is electrifying. I slam my face into his belly and grab his hips, pulling him against me. His cock clenches strongly in my throat. I slam my face against his belly again and again, throat fucking myself on his rigid shaft. Again I abruptly withdraw and take deep ragged breathes. I am mad for his cum. I look alternately at suit and his jutting cock, bobbing and jerking in frustrated abandonment. I lean forward and flick my tongue on the underside of the cock head, teasing the sweet spot. I repeat this several times. Each time the shaft jumps at the pleasure of this caress. I reach up and grasp the shaft at the base with my fingers. Holding the cock shaft, I lean forward and flutter caress the sweet spot with my tongue. I continue this and I hear him above me gasping in pleasure. I continue the flutter licking of the sweet spot as fast as I can. He gasps and squirms and I can feel him shaking. I feel him go rigid in front of me. A long mewling cry follows and I feel his semen blast out of the tip of his cock and splash into my open mouth. I press the sweet spot of his organ down on my lower lip, and pump vigorously on his shaft. He spews his semen in torrid blasts of ejaculate onto my welcoming tongue. 

I continue pumping on the shaft with my fingers long after he completes his ejaculation, the ongoing grunts of pleasure confirming that the climax has fully consumed him. Eventually I release my grip on his cock shaft and take the organ into my mouth, squeezing very gently, the shaft bathing in his ejaculate. I hold his cock in my mouth reflecting on the never ending variety of techniques for providing oral pleasure on the male organ. As I kneel in front of him, supplicating on his cock, I hear murmurs of pleasure and gratification. Eventually I withdraw, his softening organ flopping down, smearing my chin with a mixture of saliva and semen. I stand and lean back against my wall. I am stiff in my slacks but have no desire to touch or climax. Rather my thought is only the long wished possibility that I could fill him back up so that I could suck the cum out of his cock again. I swallow his cum as I leave the room, leaving suit to restore order in private.

As I walk down the hallway I look up and observe another man that I have had before. This one is CocaCola, a reference to the work garb in which he is attired. I assume he drives a local delivery truck and this shop is a reasonably convenient stop-off. I reflect back on the previous encounter with CC, not entirely favorably. CC has a very unusual specimen which sparked my recognition of disfavor. I have encountered this type of specimen once before and noted then the unusual shape of the erection and performance of the organ. The two men could be brothers, although they look nothing at all alike, except for the mirror image nature of their organs at full mast. The cock in question is longer than average, approximately seven inches, or perhaps a bit more. But it is not round. Rather the organ has the appearance of several slabs pressed together; the slabs made of the hardest steel as the erect organ is exceptionally rigid. It is the size, shape, and rigidity of the organ that generates the disfavor in that it wears out one's jaws. I recall that CocaCola had some staying power which only exacerbated the issue. 

CocaCola sees me and I observe an expression of pleasurable recognition on his face. He immediately enters a room and leaves the door open. I walk past and look in his room and observe CC in the process of lowering his clothes to his ankles. His organ is sticking out from his belly and he is fully erect. Obviously he was expecting me to service him again. I stop and look into his room, mulling over the situation. In a minute CC is standing, looking at me, his unusually shaped organ jutting straight out and throbbing. I enter the room and close the door behind me. CC is shorter than I with a burly physique. His organ looks entirely in character. I wrap my hand and fingers around the shaft and squeeze. Or at least I attempt to squeeze but I find the shaft feels like granite and is incapable of being compressed.

I begin stroking the cock shaft with my hand. I am struck again with the unusual shape and feel of the organ. I reach down between his legs with my other hand and cup his balls. I roll the eggs in the palm of my hand, teasing the skin with my fingertips. I continue sliding my hand up and down on the shaft, alternating between light teasing caresses and hard pumping. I wonder what effect I am having as there is no change in the hardness of the organ, already as rigid as any cock I have ever encountered. I swipe my thumb over the tip of the organ and find a small pearl of leakage. I use this to tease the sweet spot under the head that evokes a gasp from CC and murmurs of pleasure. 

It is clear that I am committed to bringing him to a climax but I don't know that I want to invest in a long cock suck with this oversize and jaw wearying organ. To that end I am content to hand stroke the shaft if not to a conclusion, then very close to the end point. CC has other ideas however as he bellows out a command. Suck me I hear him say. I ignore this guidance and continue on with my hand work, frequently swiping my thumb over the head of the organ to harvest lubricating leakage. I reflect that many men would be very content with this organ, oversized and rigidly hard. I ponder what a woman feels like with this battering ram driving into her. CC repeats his demand that I cock suck his organ, finally putting a meaty hand on my shoulder and pressing down. 

I descend in front of him but continue with the hand job, stroking up and down on the shaft quite vigorously. I lick the head of the cock and use this moisture as lubricant for my hand work. Eventually I feel CC's meaty hand on my head urging me forward with now continues demands that I suck. I open my mouth and engulf a few inches of his organ. I maintain my hand grip on the shaft and continue pumping. My lips are pressing on the cock shaft just below the head. I caress the cock head with my tongue and tease the sweet spot, all the time vigorously pumping on the shaft. I hear him bellowing in pleasure above me, clearly enjoying the exercise. He begins thrusting his hips forward and I wonder how much more he has. 

I release my hand and take most of his organ in my mouth for just a moment. I hear him cry out in delight and attempt to mouth fuck me, his meaty hand grasping desperately to hold my head in place. But I have done this only to provide lubrication on the shaft and I immediately grasp the organ in my hand and resume pumping. I pump vigorously for several minutes until the saliva lubrication gives up. I repeat the full mouth technique and again resume hand pumping on the now slick organ. I repeat this several times and recall again from the last encounter that my companion has staying power. I am pumping as fast as I can on the shaft with my lips pressing on the organ just below the head. This combination eventually works as I hear him bellow out a gasp and he ejaculates a burst of cum into my mouth. I feel both his meaty hands on my head attempting to force his cock further into my mouth. But I have a death grip on the shaft with my hand which allows only a few inches into that coveted portal. All the time I continue pumping vigorously on the shaft and CC reciprocates with loud barking grunts with each blast of ejaculate into my mouth. 

It takes some time to fully empty his balls but eventually he is done and withdraws. Either he has changed diet or I just do not recall but his semen has an unpleasant taste. CC hurriedly recovers his clothes and quickly departs the room, uttering not a single sound in stark contrast to the loud bellows leading up to his climax and the sharp barking grunts that accompanied that event. He is out the door and I am about to follow when the doorway is filled with suit2. So quickly did he appear that I come to an abrupt halt to avoid running into him. I take a step back and he enters, closing the door behind him. Suit2 peremptorily announces that he wants what I gave to his predecessor, indicating that distinguished gentleman with a thumb pointing to the departed CC. I can only assume that CCs loud accompaniment to my efforts was widely heard in the booth area.

Suit2 is a slim fellow wearing an expensive suit. We look at each other for a moment before I simply ask well? It takes a moment before it occurs to him to display. But soon enough his organ is on display and it is clear that while he has a good deal of growth potential before he reaches what CC gave to me, suit2 is certainly ready for my efforts. His small organ is not just erect but quivering. I descend and look with admiration on his modest offering. Modest in both length and girth, his specimen is beautifully shaped with flawless bone white skin. I reach up and lightly brush the backs of my fingers the length of the underside of his shaft. I get an immediate sharp intake from him and his cock does the most delightful vibration. I reflect that I could get used to this, modest sized cocks that are beautiful to look at.

I lean forward and caress the small cock head with my lips. I can feel the organ quivering at my touch and I get another gasping sound from suit2. And then suddenly I feel his hand on my head followed by an urgent push of his cock. I open my mouth and engulf his organ but to my surprise I realize that he is ejaculating. The semen deposited on my cradling tongue is accompanied by short cries of pleasure from above and his hand attempting to hold my head in place. It takes but a moment for his bursting cock to complete the deposit on my tongue and he is done. I hold him there in my mouth for a moment but soon enough he withdraws and it is over, one of the briefest blowjobs I have ever given. I wonder if he even felt any pleasure so brief was his effort. I stand and see that he is leaning back against the wall breathing heavily with his now declining organ drooping down. 

I promptly leave the room, swirling his semen around in my mouth. I reflect philosophically that there are many blowjob scripts. At least he was erect and I got his manhood so to that extent, it was far from the most disappointing experience of my career. I decide that I will go down to the theater and walk down the hall to the stairway. Just before I get to the end something catches my eye in a room with the door open. I turn and see that there is a guy standing in the room with his back to the wall and the door open. He has his organ on display and is stroking it while looking out at me. I stand at the entrance to the doorway for several moments observing his efforts on a very fine specimen; the organ is a very nice seven inches and full girth. As I stare at his handwork, he removes his hand and there it is in all its glory, jutting out straight. I watch as the organ clenches several times, a more arousing spectacle difficult to imagine. 

I look back up at him and ask him if he would like some help with that, the object of my question all too obvious. By hand gesture, he invites me in and I enter his room and begin to close the door behind me. But to my surprise, my companion holds the door open and by gesture on my shoulder makes clear that he would like me to descend. I reflect that this is mildly risky but decide that I will at least have a taste. I descend and his gorgeous piece of manhood is fully on display in front of me, the bone white organ beckoning to me. I learn forward and engulf his cock, receiving a rush of pleasure both from the impressive instrument in my mouth but also in the recklessness of this act and potential exposure. I slide my lips up and down on the cock shaft, reveling in the hardness and strength. It occurs to me as I kneel there that there are not enough hard cocks in the world to satisfy my lust for this primeval act of worship. I cock suck him, my lips sliding up and down on the hard shaft, my head bobbing, the sounds of cock and mouth engaged together filling the room. 

We continue for some minutes, I lost in the splendor of the act, sucking on this lovely organ. Suddenly I feel his hand on my head and he withdraws. So sudden is this that I gasp in surprise, saliva dripping from the bobbing and jerking organ in front of me and also running down my chin. I wipe my mouth off and then it is that I see that we have drawn spectators, several men standing in the hall watching us through the open door. My companion continues to hold my head away from his organ and he is arching his hips, the erection on full display for the onlookers. After a few minutes of this display he draws my head back and thrusts his cock back into my mouth. This time he uses both hands on my head to hold me in place and begins a rapid mouth fuck. The organ slides in and out of my mouth in a blur as he thrusts his hips. I hear him groaning in pleasure above as he makes a great display for the onlookers. 

Again he suddenly withdraws. I have a taste of his essence so this is clearly pleasurable but I am not entirely certain what the game is, to just show off or does he intend to empty his balls in my mouth in front of the spectators. He holds my head away again for several minutes, the bobbing and jerking organ giving every indication of heavy arousal. I look to the doorway and see that the spectators are in rapt attention, several rubbing through their clothing. My companion releases my head and I immediately re-engulf his cock and begin enthusiastically bobbing my head. I press my lips on the shaft and caress the underside with my tongue. He arches his hips and I hear him groaning and exclaiming his pleasure. 

I feel his hand lightly on my head and it seems clear that he will attempt to withdraw again when his crisis draws near. I cock suck with enthusiasm, my lips pressing on the shaft, my head bobbing. I feel his hand on my head with the pressure to push me away growing. I reach up and grasp the base of the shaft with my fingers and at the same instant begin fluttering my tongue on the sweet spot of his cock, just under the head. I feel his organ go rigid at this change in technique. I pump vigorously on the shaft with my fingers for a second or two before he attempts to violently push my head away. But it is too late, my mouth open as he withdraws his shaft, I feel a big spurt of his semen splash into my mouth. A loud groan follows from my companion and I pump vigorously on his cock shaft. He ejaculates in powerful spurts into my open mouth, the semen flowing onto my tongue. I feel his hand on my head relax and I take the spurting organ in my mouth, my tongue cradling the shaft. We repose together, my companion providing great exhalations as the crisis of his climax slowly reaches an end. And then it is over, the stillness of post climax resolution claiming both my companion and myself, his slowly diminishing cock bathing in my semen filled mouth. I kneel in front of him holding his deleted organ and deposited manhood in my mouth in no rush to withdraw. I am the essence of the cock sucker.




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 31



Finally he pushes my head away and collapses back against the wall. His cock flops down in front of him, now entirely diminished from the display of male power and dominance so recently in evidence. I look out into the hallway and all eyes of the spectators are on the depleted organ, glistening with a mixture of my saliva and his semen. I rise and lean back against my wall, washing his semen around in my mouth. I swallow him, his semen and the soul of his manhood. 

I leave the room and fend my way through the crowd of spectators in the hallway. I decide that now would be an excellent time to escape into the anonymity of the darkened theater and so make my way down the stairs. I enter the theater and fumble around for some minutes in the darkness. I finally find a seat, lean back and collect myself. I look up and watch a beautiful girl on the screen respond to all three of her orifices being filled at the same time. Remarkable I reflect to myself as the action continues with the customary porn enthusiasm. The film continues with alternating views of all three cocks sliding in and out and slow motion close-ups of each of the cocks working its ensheathing orifice. The action is powerfully arousing and I am hard, both from the film and the previous exercises upstairs. I lower my slacks to my ankles and begin caressing my engorged organ as I watch the film. I am rock hard and enjoy delicate teasing of my organ with my fingers; content as always to keep my arousal on the boil as long as possible.

The scene comes to an end with the girl getting face splashed, not my favorite conclusion by any means. I take this less arousing opportunity to look around the theater. There are only a few patrons at this time of day in what for the rest of the world is a work day. But I see a couple of rows in front of me a fellow who is clearly masturbating as I can see his arm moving in the all too familiar motion of the cock wank. I smile to myself at the simple pleasures afforded to the male; turn on a porn film, take it out, and have a wonderful time. Eventually the next scene begins and there is the common long preliminary of teasing, disrobing, and oral play before the real action begins. I casually tease my cock to get erect and continue watching my fellow spectator in front of me. As far as I can determine, he appears to be doing more or less the same as I am as I can see motion but much diminished from the vigorous pumping of before. I don't know if he climaxed before but I don't think so.

I begin to consider if there may be an opportunity for some sport. I don't want to cause an unpleasant scene that may require a departure so I decide to change seats to his row but displaced several seats from his. To that end I retrieve my slacks from my ankles and somewhat surreptitiously enter his row. As I walk down the row I can clearly see his exposed organ and his hand teasing the shaft. As I sit down, my neighbor notices me and I see his hand freeze. I relax in my seat, separated by several intervening from his. I immediately take my cock out and begin stroking it, making every effort to fully display for my companion. I occasionally look over at my companion and eventually see that he has resumed stroking his organ as well. And so it is that the two of us are sitting in this movie theater, both of us cocks out and wanking away. I look over again and see that he is looking at me wanking on my organ while working on his, obviously aroused at the sight.

The scene heats up with a girl propped up on her knees and elbows being somewhat brutally rectum fucked, her hips quivering under the sustained assault. I have to say that I find this scene very arousing and I am arching my hips up and caressing my cock just under the boil. I look over and see that my companion is similarly aroused and is enthusiastically wanking. I consider that it is now or never and I quickly move over to the seat next to his. I look down and see that the head of his organ is glistening with leakage, his hand continuing to pump enthusiastically. I see him hesitate his hand work momentarily before continuing. He repeats this several times and I conclude that if he is anything like me, he will attempt to time his climax to coincide with the climax on the screen. I am also wanking and I see that he occasionally diverts his attention from the enthralling scene on the screen to my hand work. 

I look up at the screen to be greeted by the spectacular vision of a slow motion close up of the engorged cock penetrating the gaping rectum of the girl. This is followed by real time and the enthusiastic screaming of the girl being ridden, the cock shaft driving in and out of her rectum, the flesh of her hips quivering under the assault. The actor on the screen begins to bellow out a climax and I conclude that the scene is coming to an end. I lean over, grab my companions hand away from his organ, and engulf his cock. I vigorously cock suck on his shaft and it takes no more than ten seconds before his hips rise in his seat and he gives me a mouthful of his semen. The screams and bellows from the screen blot out everything and so I am left to hold the spewing organ in my mouth as my companion climaxes. I feel him jerk spasmodically several times, the pleasure clearly upon him. The flow of his cum into my mouth seems to go on forever and so I wait patiently, my lips pressing on the shaft of his cock, allowing him his complete pleasure.

At last I feel him relax and sink back into his seat. I withdraw from his cock and lean back in my seat. I have a huge mouthful of his semen and I swirl it around in my mouth. I glance over and see his full but diminished organ lying exposed on his legs. I look at my companion and see that he is reclining back in his seat in seeming beatific post climax bliss. I put my hand to my mouth and take some of his semen. I reach down and begin caressing and stroking my cock shaft with semen slickened fingers. The sensation is voluptuous. I pump energetically, not for climax relief but to enjoy the infinitely pleasure sensations mixed with the arousing vision of pumping my cock in another man's semen. I take semen again and again from my mouth, my hand flying up and down on my cock shaft as I wank enthusiastically. I look over and see that my companion is watching me and is also caressing his organ. I note that he is full although not quite hard, but it is clear that he is aroused, in no frame of mind to depart after his climax in my mouth. 

At this point, I don't care what direction this is going in as anything further will be pleasurable. The next scene commences and we both wait patiently for the hard action to begin. This scene features one girl and two guys. My companion is soon enough hard and I see him squeezing and pumping on his organ. I am doing likewise as the scene has a long preamble of oral exercise. But eventually the girl is on her back, mounted by one guy with her face turned to the side to accept the pumping organ of the second guy in her mouth. The scene continues in this vein for some time, the two guys taking turns on the girl's orifices. I decide to put on a bit of a show to see where it may go with my companion. I begin thrusting my hips up into my grasping hand with enthusiasm. I look over and see that my companion is watching. I take out a Kleenex and wrap it over the head of my organ, thrust frantically, and finally jerk spasmodically. 

I have been watching my companion all the time through my fake climax and it is clear from his rapt attention that he has taken it all in. I see that he is pumping enthusiastically on his organ. I slide out of my seat and kneel between his legs. It takes only the most casual effort to displace his hand and I engulf his cock in my mouth. I squeeze the organ in my mouth with passion. I hear the scene commencing with the grunts and bellows of the men and enthusiastic encouragement of the girl. I hear the responding smacks of flesh greeting flesh as the scene continues. I hold my companions organ in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, cock sucking him. He has his hands on the arm rests of his seat so the only touching between us is my mouth encapsulating his organ. I continue cock sucking in an even paced modest rhythm, entirely content to enjoy his splendid organ but in no rush whatever to bring him to a conclusion. 

We continue for long, long minutes, his cock invading my mouth, my lips providing the most delicate worshiping caresses. Up and down I bob my head, the feel of the hard shaft like iron velvet on my lips. I occasionally spend a moment teasing and licking the head of the cock and teasing the sweet spot with my tongue. I then return the organ to the warm embrace of my mouth, soaking on the deeply imbedded shaft. I squeeze my mouth on the cock shaft. My ministrations transcend the current scene, the girl taking loud enthusiastic face splashes of semen. While I cannot see the end and beginning of the next with my face buried in the lap of my companion, I can hear the scene begin, the action quickly escalating to a vigorous double penetration. My companion begins to shake under me and I conclude that the combination of the scenes on the screen and my mouth have brought his conclusion to the final moments. I begin fluttering my tongue on the underside of his organ and the effect is immediate. I feel him stiffen dramatically, his hands press down on my shoulders, and I feel his cock burst in my mouth. I moan with genuine pleasure as he ejaculates in my mouth for the second time. I squeeze my lips tightly on the cock shaft, sliding up and down, taking his flood of semen in my mouth. I allow my companion a very long soak in my semen filled mouth, my lips slowly squeezing out the last drops of his cum. 

Finally it is over and I return to my seat. Again I have a mouth full of his semen. I take a good bit of it in my hand and use it to caress my organ. I immediately stiffen and being the most voluptuous wanking on my cock. It takes all of my will power to keep the surge just below the boil as I pump enthusiastically. I alternate looking at the action on the screen, my companion and his now depleted organ, and my own rock hard erection that I am nursing, aided by more of the semen from my mouth. But then the scene ends and there is a long delay of the usual uninteresting preamble of undressing and casual oral work.

I decide to take a much needed pee and depart for the men's room. I more or less expect my companion to be gone when I return so it is with some surprise that we pass as I exit the facility. He asks if I am leaving to which I reply that I am returning to the theater. Still with no expectations, I return to my seat and watch the scene develop. In this scene there are three guys and one girl. They waste no time in commencing with the double penetration work which I always find stimulating. I slide my slacks down to my ankles and begin playing with my cock, quickly teasing it to a nice fullness, aided by the spectacle of the girl's orifices being round-robined by the three guys. And then my companion returns to the seat next to mine. He wastes no time in exposing his cock and we resume our sport, wanking together while we each alternate between the scene and each other. 

The scene progresses to a finale in which each of the guys in turn ejaculates inside the girl. We are then greeted with an extremely arousing scene of the semen slowly running out of her into a great puddle. The girl plays in the semen puddle for a bit before the scene ends. Again I wonder if my companion will depart but the next scene begins and we resume our mutual masturbating. At this point we have been sitting next to each other for close to two hours watching porn, both of us enjoying uninhibited wanking, and my companion having climaxed twice. I admire his staying power as he is fully hard and pumping with enthusiasm, as am I. The scene is a straight blowjob, the girl beautiful and naked, kneeling in front of the guy. She is cock sucking with enthusiasm including the occasional deep throat. Eventually it seems he is approaching a climax and as I watch for the anticipated conclusion, I am surprised to feel the hand of my companion on the back of my neck. He is urging me down into his lap and as I look I see his organ sticking straight up.

I learn over and engulf his cock shaft. My companion continues to hold his hand on the back of my neck and begins the most voluptuous hip thrusting, fucking his cock up into my mouth. I need only hold my lips pressed on the shaft as he pistons his organ in and out of my mouth. I hear the scene unfolding from the screen, the guy coming to climax in great bellows. Meanwhile my lips are pressed on the cock shaft under me and my mouth is being enthusiastically fucked. My companion pumps his hips vigorously and then stops for a few seconds. He resumes pumping but then again stops for just a bit. He repeats this several times. I can feel him shaking under me and I wonder if he is trying to summon his concentration to bring himself to climax for the third time, or is he fully on the boil and trying to hold off for a bit longer. But then it becomes a moot point as I feel him shudder and rise up out of his seat time. His hips are straining upward and I can feel him shaking violently. He presses down on my head, trembles with the strain and then I feel him spew out his cum into my mouth. Again I moan in the pleasure of this shared moment, his organ quivering most voluptuously and his semen flowing up into my mouth. 

My companion holds himself raised up off of his seat, his cock imbedded in my mouth, his pleasure all too clear. His shaking slowly diminishes as his climax comes to an end. Finally collapses down into his seat, his cock abruptly withdrawing from my cradling embrace, flopping down onto his legs. I resume my seat, leaning back, enjoying the taste and texture of his semen, though diminished in volume. I swallow his cum as I watch the scene unfold before me, the beautiful girl having taken the load of semen in her mouth without intervention by the guy. She kneels in front of him letting his cock soak in her semen filled mouth. We both sit there together for some moments as the next scene begins. But my companion has finally had enough and I see him refastening his clothes. He leans over and whispers thanks to me, rises, and he is gone. But I have his manhood, three times over. 

I watch another couple of scenes of dubious interest and then it is time for me to depart. It is 5 p.m. and the after work rush is certain to commence upstairs. I fasten my clothes back to some semblance of order and head for the men's room for a pee, clean up any accidents, and put my clothes in order. I ascend the stairs and for the second time today, I am not surprised to see there are candidates waiting for my services; working men on the way home hoping for a quick anonymous blowjob before demanding wife, noisy children, and the various other life urgencies all too common to married life take their toll of his remaining energy.

I stroll down the hall and look for my candidate. It takes but a moment to observe a fellow in a suit looking at the titles. I walk past him and into a room, leaving the door open. I see him peer in and in a moment we are alone with the door closed. We stare at each other for a moment, I caressing the front of my slacks as suggestively as I can manage. My companion comprehends and in a moment his clothes are open and his specimen on display. He is only moderately full which I hope is only temporary nerves. To that end I advance to him and lift his cock in my hand. If he cannot get it up, I will leave the room and take another candidate. I caress the underside of his shaft for a moment and he begins to fill out. As I continue to caress his organ with my fingers, I whisper to him to tell me if this is what he hand in mind, or something else. Of course it is very clear to me what he hand in mind. But I want him to say the words. More stroking of his organ follows and soon he is fully hard; a nice handful but nothing remarkable. 

I repeat my question to him, asking if my fingers on his cock are what he wanted or something else. He whispers that it feels nice but he wanted something else. Tell me I whisper to him. I lightly stroke his now fully erect cock and whisper again to tell me what he wants. Finally he gasps out that he wants me to suck him. I descend and there he is in front of me; his business tie hanging down, his pants around his ankles, and his cock jutting out from his belly. I slide my hand between his legs and lift his balls, teasing the skin with my fingertips. I hear a sharp intake of breath from my companion. I hold him there with his organ sticking straight out, beckoning to me. The shaft jerks as he clenches in anticipation of the pleasure to come. I lick the tip and receive another sharp gasp. I lean forward and caress the head of the cock with my lips, sucking just the head in and out of my mouth. My companion responds with a voluptuous shudder as these sensations reach his brain. I lick the sweet spot again and again until I hear a mewling plea and I feel his hand on my head, a heartfelt urging that I proceed. 

I take the organ in my mouth and receive an immediate gasp of pleasure. I hold him there in my mouth for a long moment. I feel him clenching again and again. Not more than a few moments I say to myself, and I will have his manhood. I slide my lips up and down on the shaft just past the head. I apply little pressure as it seems clear that my companion will need very little to reach a conclusion. I continue to guide and control his movements with my hand holding his balls. My lips slide up and down the shaft at a slow pace. My companion appears to be entirely willing for me to take whatever actions I choose as he is immobile aside from the shaking that is becoming increasingly in evidence. So too do his heartfelt sighs and murmurs of pleasure, the pleasure of the cock suck clearly upon him.

I take my mouth off of the organ and look as he clenches. The shaft is slick from my mouth. I lick the underside several times, teasing the sweet spot with my tongue. And then I re-engulf the shaft, squeezing it in my mouth and flicking my tongue on the underside. His sounds of pleasure increase and I feel him shaking. I feather my lips on the organ, pressing far down the shaft, drawing up, releasing, and then repeating this trick, again and again. I flutter my tongue rapidly on the sweet spot and I feel him rise up on his toes accompanied by a great intake of breath. This is it I tell myself, and sure enough, he clenches strongly twice and then gives me a huge spewing blast of his semen. He shakes almost uncontrollably as he complete his climax, spurting his cum into my mouth in rapid spewing blasts, his organ sliding rapidly in and out of my mouth with his thrashing. I continue to hold his balls in my hand and add my other hand to his hip to try to steady him. He pumps the remainder of his cum into my mouth and eventually calms down as the intensity of his climax subsides. 

I repose there, kneeling in front of him for another minute or two. I release his balls and squeeze on his cock to extract the last of his semen. His shaking subsides entirely and it is over. I withdraw and his diminished organ flops down dripping saliva and semen. I stand and lean back against the wall. I swirl his cum around in my mouth. His semen is moderately thick and tastes faintly of yeast. I watch him dress, fumbling in mild embarrassment in the awkwardness of such an intense sexual experience with a completely anonymous partner. I swallow his cum as he leaves the room, neither of us saying a word. 

I have had a full day and strongly consider following my recent companion out of the room, video area, and shop and making my way home. But I had not reckoned on the effect my companion's bellows of pleasure would have on those outside the door. Hardly has my companion left than two men attempt simultaneously to enter the room. A brief struggle ensues until one of the candidates thinks the better of it and withdraws back to the hallway. The newcomer swings the door closed behind him. He immediately pushes his slacks down and exposes a full mast erection. 




Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 31



I observe to my new companion that he appears to be more than ready. His response is an unspoken push on my shoulder, the meaning and implication all too clear. But then, that is what I am here for. I descend and have a look at my companion's contribution to my hobby book. His specimen is rather ordinary, and by that no criticism is intended. The shaft is a lovely straight article, entirely ordinary in length and somewhat hefty in girth; in all ways, a splendid possession. I lean forward and engulf the shaft. I feel him clench in my mouth, a reassurance of shared interest. I begin cock sucking on the organ, sliding my mouth briskly up and down on the shaft. The room fills with the sounds of the wet noisy cock suck, my efforts not at all intended to preserve or extend the event. 

I continue my efforts energetically, cock sucking with enthusiasm. My companion joins in with heartfelt sounds of pleasurable gratification. I withdraw and wrap my hand around the shaft and pump vigorously, wiping the slobber off of my chin with my other hand. I look at the lovely shaft in my hand, no finer or more arousing sight than an erect male organ. I take the head of his cock back in my mouth and continue pumping on the shaft. I am making my own enthusiastic noise by now as I pump on the shaft. I caress and suck on the head of his cock. The feel of the cock head in my mouth is voluptuous and I lick and suckle while all the time continuing my hand pump. 

I release my hand from the shaft and resume cock sucking, my head bobbing vigorously, my lips sliding up and down the length of the shaft. I feel the head of his cock press at the entrance of my throat and I hear my companion grunting above in the pleasure of the cock suck. I slow my work and take a mouthful of his shaft in my mouth. I squeeze my mouth repeatedly on the organ, the taste of his skin and the essence of him flooding my senses. I press against the shaft, the somewhat large head of the organ making itself known as I slide it into my throat. I slide slowly on and off the shaft, the cock head penetrating in and out of my throat. My companion bellows out his pleasure in soulful exclamations. I resume energetic cock sucking for another few minutes and I feel him begin to shake as his crisis draws inevitably near to hand. I hesitate for a moment, take a deep breath, and push forward again. I feel the cock head slide into my throat and I fight to retain control with the oversize penetration.

I feel him shake violently, the crisis apparently all too close. I grab his hips and pull, my face pressing into his belly. I feel his cock clenching in my throat. The sensation is beyond description and I throb in sympathetic arousal. I slam my face into his belly several times, throat fucking the organ. And then I hear a great gasp and feel a burst of semen in my throat. I would like to take his entire ejaculation in my throat so aroused am I by the experience. But I am desperate for a breath and reluctantly withdraw his cock from my throat, taking ragged gasps while his organ continues to spew out his semen into my mouth. I squeeze my mouth on the cock shaft as the ejaculation continues and then eventually comes to a conclusion. And then we repose together, my mouth full of his ejaculated semen, the cock resting in the cradle of my tongue, the empty balls hanging down, the owner breathing hoarsely. In short, the sublime experience of the cock sucker. 

He withdraws and staggers backward, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. I rise and swallow the remainder of his semen, his manhood now manifestly mine. I decide I have had enough for the day and will leave, assuming I can make it through the gauntlet out in the hall. My companion gathers himself and following a great exhalation of relief, opens the door and exits. I follow, ignoring the stares and obvious solicitations as I make my way to the exit stairway. And then I am homeward bound, my hobby enjoyed thoroughly for the day but now concluded and anonymously behind me.