CHRONICLES OF MADDOX-5
Home sweet home.
I'd been a week since my little drive to Jeremiah University to visit my 18 year old brother in-law (Shawn) for a lil T & A, --minus the T. In fact, when Shawn's college roommate (Doug) came into the dorm room in the middle of the night unexpectedly, you could say I got a lil' A & A lol.
Anyway..., hanging with Shawn that day, I leaned a little bit about cruising guys and how to spot those elusive DL bois you hear so much about on the streets. I started noticing (thanks to Shawn) how when you pass some guys on the street (no matter how straight seeming they are), their eyes would fall down into your lap, as if they're checking out your dick. The first few times it happened, it took me for a loop, cause it wasn't from the usual gay boys you would expect. It was from some of those moncho mofos who drape their arms around their girlfriend's necks or look like they just stepped outta the gym playing ball with their hommies.
I'd be walking down the street (minding my own business), when I'd see some seemingly straight dude walking by. Shawn had taught me to keep close attention on their eyes, to not break contact and watch where their eyes go at the last second. The first couple of dudes that walked by must've been totally straight (or maybe I wasn't their type), cause they only spoke and their gaze never lingered. But by the forth dude..., I saw him on his cell phone talking to somebody, when he nodded in my direction. I nodded back as we kept walking, then all of a sudden his eyes fell down to my crotch and lingered. I thought that maybe my fly was open or something, but when I looked down (sure enough), my zipper was sealed.
I thought maybe that was a fluke, that maybe dude really was gay and talking to his boyfriend on the phone or something. Then I caught this other dude walking hand in hand with his girl. We made eye contact and he spoke (saying `sup bruh?'), then his eyes dropped into my crotch. Less than 5 minutes later I was walking by a construction site, and one of the workers were carrying lumber into a building looked down at my crotch. I though it was an epidemic as my dick started to fatten at the thought of all these straight guys checking me out, staring at my dick print.
I started to notice that some of the guys at work had the same eye problem, staring down at my crotch while we held conversations or bullshitted about girls we fucked. One dude that surprised me was a road dawg of mine named Charles. Charlie was 36, married with about 5 kids, and glancing down at my crotch every 10 seconds while we spoke. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Still, it took awhile before I decided to do something with all this startling new information. I invited Charlie over to my place for a few beers one day. He jumped at the opportunity, wanting to get away from the nagging wife and screaming kids for awhile. We kicked back a couple of 6packs, then I decided to put him to the test. Leaning back in my favorite chair, I spread my legs and let the imprint of my half hard dick show through my pant-leg. Sho'nuff, Charlie couldn't keep his eyes off it. He talked less, laughed less, seemed less interested in talking and more interested in drinking. I had always heard that alcohol speaks the mind of a sober man, so I was really interested to hear what Charlie had to say about sex...
"Awww shit...!" I yawned and stretched, making sure to push out my crotch. "Drinkin' always makes me horny...!" I confessed (it did).
"Me too..." said Charlie, starting on his 6th beer.
"Wish I had some pussy here to fuck..." I said, rubbing my growing bulge. "...or at least a hot mouth...! You know me and LaShanda broke up right...?"
"Yeah man..., you told me..." he said, looking over at me. "...that's a shame man..., what you been doin' for sex...?"
"Blue balls, man..." I lied, not about to tell him I'd been draining my snake in my kid brother in-law's ass. "...I ain't ready to get another bitch yet..., Shanda's practically turned me against women...!"
"So what..., you going GAY now...?" he laughed, taking another wig of beer.
"Honestly..." I said, giving him my serious face. "...if some gay boy knocked on my door right now and asked to suck my dick..., I'd let him!"
"For real...?" asked Charlie, shocked by my admission.
"Seriously man..., head's head!" I continued, letting him know I ain't give a shit who swung on my pole. "Hell, it might even be better...!" I added, peaking his interest. "He wouldn't expect you to call him in the morning..., he wouldn't nag you about a relationship..., and he wouldn't bitch and moan about you comin' in his mouth...! Hell, I even heard gay guys suck betta, cuz they got the same equipment!"
"So you like that, eh...? Comin' in someone's mouth...?" he asked, his eyes dropping back down into my crotch again.
"Shit man, what man don't...?" I asked. "YOU got 5 kids..., you know how it is...!" I laughed. Charles seemed to be in another world...
"So..." he said, still staring at my crotch. "...if a dude sucked your dick..., you'd be alright with it...? You wouldn't freak out or think no less of him...?" he asked, looking up into my eyes.
"Naw..." I said, trying to figure out where he was going with this. "...not at all...! Hell..., he'll be helpin ME out! Why would I freak...?" I asked.
He seemed content with that answer, but said nothing in response as he took another swig. "Why...?" I asked, feeling like I might be losing him. "You know somebody that could help me out here...?"
"If I did..." he said, taking the bottle from his mouth. "...you couldn't tell anybody...!"
"WHO would I tell...??" I asked, honestly.
"I'm serious man..., I mean NOBODY!" he emphasized.
"I got it!" I said, my dick plumping harder in my pants at the possibilities.
Charlie finished the last of his beer, turning the bottle upside down in his mouth. I took another swig as well, wondering what was going to happen next? (Did he have a fag on speed dial?) Charlie finished his beer, then got up off the sofa and hesitated for a minute. I looked up at him as he stared down at my crotch, then he walked over to where I was sitting and knelt...
"What's up, Charlie...?" I asked kinda shocked, even though I was kinda hoping it would come to this...
"NOBODY, remember...?" was the last thing he said to me before reaching in my lap and rubbing my dick bulge. I fell silent as well, finishing off my own beer. I had no idea how good this blow job would be. Charlie wasn't a typical looking gay boy, he was 36, 6'1", 220 lbs with a gut. He looked like somebody's husband and dad, not some pretty boy straight out a fashion magazine with too much tan and collagen lips. He was one of the LAST people I expected to see on his knees between my legs, but there he was, undoing my pants...
I noticed Charlie avoiding eye contact after getting on his knees (obviously shamed of what he was about to do). I wondered how much experience he had? Was I the first dick he was gonna suck, or the 60th? Charlie opened my pants, and I lifted my hips so he could pull down my pants and underwear. My 11" hard dick popped up like a spring board, nearly slapping him in the face like a crowbar. "Damn...!" was his reaction when he saw my dick for the first time, taking it in his hand and stroking it. I wasn't expecting much from this blow job, knowing Charlie was married for the past 15+ years and wouldn't have the trained experience of a single gay cocksucker. So I figured I'd just get off on the satisfaction of watching one of my straight buddies with my dick in his mouth.
Charlie leaned in and started licking my dick, swabbing and polishing the head with his mouth and tongue. It actually felt pretty good (no teeth yet), so I settled back and let him do his job. Charlie took my dick into his mouth, wrapping his huge thick lips around the shaft. It was taking me out to see this big bear of a guy I knew from work (someone I drank with from time to time, who I worked with side by side, who sat on my couch watching ball games with the fellas...) with my dick in his mouth.
For the first few minutes Charlie seemed content with sucking, bobbing, and slowly jacking my dick with his mouth and hand, then all of a sudden he swallowed my dick all the way down to the root...
"Holy shit...!" I responded, my eyes popping out of my head as I watched my boi press his face down into my pubes. In all my years of fucking, I'd never had my entire dick swallowed to the root. The feeling of his neck and throat surrounding my dick felt like a warm wet glove. I watched him nestle his nose in my pubic hair, his lips mowing into the bush as they searched for more dick to swallow.
I couldn't believe how long he held me in his throat (about 15-20 seconds), his face all contorted and his throat ballooned like a frog's. Then he pulled back, slowly backing up the length of my dick (the shaft all glossy wet with his spit). Without looking at me he suckled the head, breathing through his nose as he filled his lungs with air. Then suddenly he slid back down, taking me back into his throat...
"awww gawd..." I groaned, loving the feeling of my dick slipping down his throat (like squeezing through the mouth end of a slippery soda bottle).
Charlie nestled his face in my pubes again, moaning softly as if he enjoyed the feeling of my dick in his throat as mush as I did. This time when he slid back up, he kept my dick in his mouth and bobbed his head back and forth. He'd suck my dick for 2 to 3 minutes straight without pulling it out of his mouth, then he'd deep throat me down to the pubes for a few seconds before pulling back up for air. My dick was sloppy wet with that thick throat spit, making it slippery for his hand whenever he bought it into in to jack me off (when he gave his mouth a quick break).
I had been expecting a mediocre blow job from a guy I considered as straight as me..., and here I was getting the best head of my life, and from a very average regular looking dude who you might not even look twice at on the street! I wanted another beer, but I didn't want to stop the amazing feeling happening to my dick. Charlie sucked my dick for another 10 minutes, showing me his skills. I tried holding back for as long as I could of course (I mean, what man don't want to hold off as long as possible when getting the best head of his life?), but couldn't control myself as ole Charlie quickly got my balls up to a boil.
I could feel my dick getting more and more sensitive the longer he sucked, becoming more responsive to his mouth, tongue, lips, and hands. At some point every movement became an exquisite torture, as my dick started to become sensitive to every lick and touch. Charlie sensed my impending climax, and started sucking harder. I could feel the difference in his sucking change, as he went from just making it feel good, to trying to make my bust my nut. His sucking grew more intense, his hand job more precise. He jerked my dick with every slurp now, milking the shaft for all it was worth. He had me on the edge of my seat, panting like a rutting dog as I groaned in complete and utter ecstasy.
"Shit Charlie...(I panted)...if you keep this up man..., you gonna make me cum!" I warned, not wanting to cum yet. But that didn't deter Charlie. In fact, I think it might've spurred him on as he went into overdrive, sucking, slurping, stroking, and jerking my dick towards the inevitable climax.
I could feel my body starting to tense up as my senses began to go on lockdown. All I could concentrate on was the incredible feeling in my dick. I couldn't even watch ole Charlie suck anymore, all I could do was close my eyes and moan, oooing and ahhing after every stroke.
With his free hand, Charlie started stroking my balls (which were already kinda tight in their sac). He sucked and stroked my dick while massaged my baby makers as if he'd been doing this sort of thing for years. I felt my abdomen seize up just as my dick throbbed. With a loud groan, I fired over 10 spurts of cum into Charlie's mouth, shooting rapidly as the cum fired out in succession.
Charlie pulled his mouth off my dick after the first spurt caught him by surprise. I saw his shocked expression, then saw the next spurt shoot directly across his thick pillowy lips and into his open mouth before he locked them down around my flaring dick head while stroking my throbbing shaft. The last 8 spurts shot into his mouth, coating his tongue, teeth and gums, making him gag as it started to run down the back of his tongue. Charlie waited until I stopped coming before he removed his mouth and swallowed. I watched him swallow my cum (his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he ate my sperm), then watched him lick the rest from his lips. Then to my utter surprise, his milked my dick until the very last drop pearled up at the piss slit, and licked it away.
"Damn man..., that was the BEST fuckin blow job I ever had!" I complimented, watching him milk my dick between my legs.
He just smiled, then licked whatever he saw on the end of my dick. "I never would've known you had skillz like that, man...! WHERE'D you learn to suck dick like that...? Nicky don't have a dick between her legs, do she...?" I asked, referring to his wife.
"Naw man..." he laughed, still slowly stroking my slowly dying crank. "...it's a long story...!"
"I ain't goin' nowhere, man...!" I said, interested in hearing it.
"Some other time, man..." he said, keeping his secret. "How many times can you cum...?" he suddenly asked, obviously still hungry.
"I dunno..." I said, needing another beer. "...I need a small break..., then I might can shoot one or two more times...!" I added, lucky to have gotten just ONE load off with LaShanda when we were married.
"Well..." said Charlie, jumping up to fetch me another beer. "...you just sit back and relax, while I drain you dry!" he said, handing me the last 6pack in the fridge before removing my boots and pants from around my ankles. I popped the cap on my next beer as Charlie laid down on the floor in front of me. I was kinda curious about what he was up to, then I felt him licking around my balls. I couldn't remember the last time I had my balls worked over. Charlie licked them, sucked them, popped them in his mouth one at time (swirling them around with his tongue before spitting it out to move onto the other), and then both together. As a guy, it was refreshing to have someone treat my balls like a treasure. A lot of women were too rough and aggressive when it came to handling my baby makers, unable to understand (or care) if they were hurting me. They either sucked them too hard, pulled them too tight, or try to bust them when my ass got in trouble, lol.
Charlie sucked my balls for a good 10 to 15 minutes, almost making me forget I even had a dick. By the time I finished my beer and a smoke (love smoking while I drink), he licked his way back up to my dick, licking the underbelly until I was rock hard again. Then he stood my dick up with his hand and guided it to his mouth. I watched him stretch his lips over the dick, taking his time sucking, in no real rush to make me cum again.
I popped another bottle and lit another cig while he did whatever he wanted to do with my dick. When he deep throated me, he'd hold it in his throat for long periods of time, using his throat muscles to causing a rippling (swallowing) effect along the long shaft (this motherfucker was a marvel, now I understood why gays wanted to marry so badly lol).
Charlie sucked my dick for a good 30 minutes, licking, sucking, and deep throating until I was once again forced to put down the beer and cigarettes and give him my undivided attention. Despite being straight (basically), Charlie was a show boater, and loved to be watched while he performed. He took it to the next level, making dick sucking an art form. In this world there are people who do, and then there are people who Love what they do. Charlie was definitely one of those who loved it. His pace and skill picked up as my dick got harder. Soon he had me brick, my stiff dick standing in a 90 degree angle all its own while he sat back on his heels and swallowed me whole, down to the balls.
To change it up, I decided to give standing a try. That turned out to be the best idea I had since my drive to Jeremiah U. With my dick pointing straight out (no curves), Charlie was able to swallow it even easier. And when I took his head in my hands, he really became docile and submissive, letting me fuck his face at my own pace.
Finding the trigger that motivated him, I started fucking Charlie's face, --slowly at first, getting a real handle on how this worked. I'd never face fucked a man before, having always felt most guys my peers, on the same level. Face fucking one, using him as I would a woman, took a minute to compute as I looked down to see this burly man with a mustache and facial hair looking back at me. But I soon got the hang of it as I started feeding him. Charlie really seemed to like it, opening his throat more, allowing me to plow him as deeply as I wanted to go. I speared his throat many time, practically keeping my dick lodged deep as I fucked. His throat was like a pussy, enabling me to just plunge into it with no resistance at all.
Gripping the top of Charlie's hair, I started really treating him like a bitch. I ripped my dick from his wet mouth, then beat it across his facial cheeks like a club. He groaned as my dick slapped him silly, his eyes closed as if he was off in some far off place. Then I lifted my leg onto the chair and shoved his head down under my balls, making him stuff them in his mouth, taking BOTH my hairy low hangers as he tea bagged me with gentle love and care. Then to my complete surprise Charlie went even further, pushing his face towards my ass. Now as a straight man, I have to say that my asshole had always been off limits. I've had girls who said I had a nice muscled ass and wanted to squeeze or slap it, but that's as far as I'd ever gone. I'd never had anyone play with my asshole. Hell, I've never had anyone LOOK at my asshole. My doctor tried once, but he never did it again. So when I felt Charlie's tongue going back in that direction, I got a little concerned.
Charlie seemed a little put off when I grabbed him by his hair and asked him "what the fuck you think you doin'...?" He explained to me that he loved aggressive guys, and that he loved being made to clean their dirty assholes (well I thought I had heard it all). He assured me that his attempt to `clean' my asshole was by no means an attempt to challenge my manhood, and that he would never try to top or turn me. That relaxed me a little, and I agreed to try it.
I replaced my leg up on the arm of the chair as Charlie repositioned his head underneath my balls, licking his way back towards my ass where he had left off. I felt his tongue wiggling into my ass crack, and I must say the sensation wasn't something that made me hot all over. In fact it kinda did the opposite, as I tried to figure out just what kinda pleasure I was supposed to get out of it? Sure I've eaten ass before (last chapter), but it's different when it's YOUR tail on the line.
Charlie shoved his face up between my ass cheeks, licking and sucking at my asshole. I could feel his tongue washing over my hairy pothole, licking as I've seen dogs do their neighboring dog's ass. It felt weird, dirty, disgusting, and confusing to me, and I really didn't like the feminized way it made me feel. I wondered if this was how women felt when they got their pussies ate? Ffeeling a man licking their clits? The idea of putting myself in a woman's role disturbed me (deeply), and I found myself quickly getting out of that position.
Charlie seemed a little disappointed when I cut off his meal. I turned around, grabbed a huge handful of his hair, then shoved my big dick back in his pussy mouth, determined to make him pay for making me feel that way. I shoved my dick into the back of his throat, holding him there by the back of his head, not allowing him the chance to pull away or even breathe.
At first Charlie thought I was going to let him go, but as the seconds ticked to a minute, he started to realize he wasn't going to get any air anytime soon. At about 80 seconds he started to panic, his hands reaching up to my thighs, trying to push me off. But when I locked both hands behind his head and completely buried his face (eyes & nose) in my bush, a real struggle began to ensue.
Have you ever seen a black man turn blue? Charlie began to fight as his lack of oxygen began to cause a slow death. With my dick lodged 11 inches down in his throat and his nose completely blocked in my pubes, he wasn't getting any air of any kind, and he felt the life starting to seep from his body.
I finally let him go at the minute and a half mark, releasing his head as he pulled back, dislodging my spit engorged dick as he loudly gulped down as much air as his lungs could fill. But before he could get his barring or complain, I grabbed him by his hair again, then shoved my dick back in his mouth. To my surprise Charlie didn't fight back. He allowed me to continue face fucking him where I left off (the extra added aggression a total turn on to him), ramming my dick in and out of his throat. He ripped his pants open, yanking out his 9" dick as he started whacking like a madman. I ignored his masturbation and continued to abuse his throat, holding his head with both hands as I punching my dick into his mouth. Charlie simply held his mouth open and let me plunge and fuck to my heart's content. For over 10 minutes I power fucked his face as if it were ass, slamming my pelvic bone into his nose, nearly breaking it in the process. Charlie came while I was still throat fucking, panting hard and gagging slightly as his climax took precedence. This just fueled me to fuck harder as I forced his throat to open back up. I was ramming into flesh, bruising his throat muscles as parts of his neck bulged from the force of my dick head. I came 5 minutes later, gripping his nappy hair by the roots as I shoved down into his throat one last time. I could hear Charlie groan in pain, but I ain't give a damn. I lodged my dick back into his throat and let loose, shooting a horse wad of cum directly into his stomach.
ARRRRRRHHHHH FUCK...!!" I yelled coming hard. The room started spinning as I lost my balance and stumbled back into the chair, taking Charlie's head with me. He followed me as I fell backwards, landing on the arm, then falling into the cushion. My spurting dick never left his throat, as it continued to shoot 8-9 times.
After my climax I felt weak. I untangled my fingers from Charlie's hair, letting him go. All I wanted to do now was sleep. I was drained.
Charlie continued to feed off me, nursing my dick even as it stopped throbbing and started to lose it's stiffness. He sucked my sick for 5 more minutes, getting every drop I had to offer. I fell back in the chair, too drowsy, drained, and drunk to even speak. Charlie laughed when he looked up and saw my expression. He stood up (pulling up his pants) and quietly left without saying a word.
I wondered how we were going to face each other at work tomorrow...?
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