My lover and I decided, for a thousand different reasons, to break up after being together for nearly 12 years. It was quite an adjustment. I mean I'd spent nearly my entire adult life living with him and as one half of a couple. Now at the age of 32 I had to start over and learn to cope as a single individual. I talked my company into transferring me to another location so that I could get a fresh start. I wanted to separate myself from him and anything representing our life together and moving 1200 miles helped.
I certainly had no desire to date, much less look for a new relationship. Basically I laid low, regrouping and trying to decide in just what direction I wanted to take my life. Of course that doesn't mean I lost my sex drive. Actually it was working overtime. I was used to having sex at least once a day (we were a very horny couple) and just knowing it wasn't there made me want it all the more.
Before meeting and settling down with Matt in our senior year at university my only sexual activity had been sucking off horny straight boys. My high school years had only been endurable because I'd been the eager manager (meaning glorified water/errand boy) for the school track team. A chance encounter in the locker room with one of the star jocks long after the other team members had left led to me providing oral services not only for him and the most of the team, but for the coach as well.
When I arrived at university I discovered a glory hole in the end stall of the men's room in the library basement. For three year this provided me with an endless supply of needy college boys only too anxious to stick their cocks through the magic hole and deposit their hot, thick cum into the warm, wet mouth waiting there to engulf them. Then I met Matt and everything change. I transformed myself from a hungry cock slut into a loyal and true lover.
Now that this phase of my life had ended I decided there was no reason not to take up my old hobby of sucking off straight dicks. Fortunately for me there was a rather busy adult bookstore with video booths in the town where I was now living. Granted I didn't always find what I was looking for there, but often enough I snagged a real gem, at least often enough to keep me happy. In truth most of the guys roaming and hanging around the maze of dark corridors surrounding the booths were also looking for cock to suck, but most of them, unlike me, would settle for any cock offering itself up, straight or gay. Now don't get me wrong I don't think there's anything bad about a gay cock, but when I'm in the mood for just cock sucking what I want is straight cock.
I visit the bookstore maybe once or twice a week, at around 4:30 in the afternoon to catch horny husbands looking for quickies on their way home from work or after 8:00 in the evening for those equally hard up who've run out for cigarettes or milk and bread or some horny young stud looking to get off. I don't always find what I was looking for, but often enough to keep me happy and going back.
I can most always tell the straight customers from the gay ones. The straight studs never hang or walk around. They'd come into the back and go directly into a booth and drop their coins in the machine.
Of the 30 booths in the joint, about 5 pairs connected to each other by glory holes the management had thoughtfully pre-drilled. If a straight guy when into a booth without a hole it was pretty likely that he was just looking to whack off to a dirty movie, but if he went into one with a hole, then you had an even shot at getting to chow down on his pecker. About 60% of the guys looking to get sucked are married, generally between 30 and 40, who apparently don't get good head at home, while the others are single studs mostly in their late teens or early twenties who are more than happy to stick their pricks anywhere that made them feel good. While I don't turn up my nose at any straight stud cock I prefer married guys, even when they are older than me. There's just something about a straight married man offering up his cock because I can make him feel good that gets me dripping hot.
One of my best experiences was with a married, 22-year-old guy, the best of both worlds. It was a pleasantly warm July evening, not the kind when the bookstore would be tend to be busy, but I was hungry for a taste of peter and decided to take a chance that something hot might be looking to get his nut off. It was just before 8:00 when I pulled my car into the vacant lot across from the bookstore that passed for its parking lot. There were only three cars there besides mine and one of them belonged Charlie the old guy who worked the counter. Things were not looking up, but since I'd made the trip I decided to go in to see who was there. I bought some tokens from Charlie who whispered, "slim picking," as he handed them over to me.
Big surprise! I walked into the back room and knew it was going to be an early evening. There was one old fart leaning back against the wall looking me over and licking his lips; I ignored him. The other guy was a tall, skinny fag with buckteeth, looking like a neighbor of the Clampetts before they moved to Beverly Hills. He was pacing back and forth in one of the side aisles looking desperate. I walked straight to the back row of booths and immediately entered one with no glory hole. I dropped a couple of tokens into the machine and spent the next six minutes scanning the various selections both straight and gay. I decided it would be more fun to go home, pop in a video and slowly stroke off a load, more satisfying too.
I put my tokens in my jeans pocket saving them for a future visit and headed straight out of the back room. I didn't even stop to bull shit with Charlie as I often did when there was no action; he was on the phone any way. I waved to him and walked out the door.
That's when I saw him in the last glow of daylight. He'd just step off the small embankment that separated the vacant lot from the sidewalk on the opposite side. He was about 5'9", Shoulder length, wavy strawberry blond hair held down by a red bandana he had tied around his head, a ruggedly masculine face and a killer body, muscular and solid covered only by a short tight pair of cut-offs, a skin hugging tank top, a pair of white socks and construction work boots. The thing that caught most of my attention was the firm, tightly held package bulging at his crotch. It was impossible not to stare at such butch beauty and a struggle not to focus on his basket alone. He was obviously heading for the bookstore. I was just standing there gawking. He noticed me and smirked. As he got closer to me I knew he was going to say something. I was bracing myself for a hostile, "what the fuck you lookin' at?" Instead when he got up to me, looked me up and down and in almost a whisper spoke.
"So? Wanna blow me?"
I was not prepared for that. Stupidly I said, "What did you say?"
"You heard me. Do you want to take care of me?"
I didn't have to be hit with a two by four. I didn't hesitate another instant. "Sure. Where?"
"We could go back in there," he said motioning to the bookstore with his head, but not making it sound like a good idea. "Or we could go for a drive in my car and find some place," which is what he seemed to favor as his best suggestion.
"Or," I threw in my offering, "you could follow me back to my place and we can tend to business in privacy and comfort."
"Cool. I'll follow you."
With not another word he turned and headed back in the direction from which he'd just come. I couldn't believe my luck. I was experiencing a real rush of excitement and I could feel my cock tightening in my jeans as blood began pumping into it.
I couldn't get home fast enough. He pulled into the driveway behind me and followed me to the front door without saying a thing. I unlocked the door, stepped into the living room and snapped on the lights. He was right behind me. He looked around and nodded.
"Nice place you got here."
"Thanks." I said anxious to avoid small talk, wanting to get to the main event. "So would you like to do it in the living room, kicking back in the recliner or would you be more comfortable stretching out on a king size bed?" I asked getting right to the point.
He laughed and shook his head. "How about us just sitting in here talking for a little, hey you got any beer? I'm a little nervous."
"No problem, I'll get you a cold one," I said. I sure didn't want to scare him off after getting this far. "Why are you nervous, is it being at some stranger's house instead of the bookstore?" I asked on my way to the kitchen. I got back with a bottle for each of us. He was already seated on the couch.
"To tell you the god's truth, it's really my first time doing anything like this. I was hoping to find somebody to blow me but I wasn't too happy about just sticking my cock through some hole like I hear you got to. So when I saw you copping a look at the family jewels I figured you was a fag, so I asked if you were interested. You're clean and don't look like you're carrying no disease."
"So this was your first time going to the bookstore? What made you want to get a blow job there?" I was actually curious.
"Well it sounds easy for one thing. My older brother goes down there every once in a while, like when his old lady is on the rag, and he told me he's gotten some awesome suck jobs just by sticking his pecker through one of the holes in the wall. Anyways my wife just had our first kid. The pregnancy was hard on her and even harder on my sex life. I ain't had nothing in the past three months 'cept my own hand and I can't hold out any more. I love my wife and I promised her I'd never be with another woman. But, I have an advanced case of terminal blue balls and I never promised nothin' about being with a guy. So I figured after talking with my brother that I'd give it a try. But then I saw you and it just seemed easier and less sleazy to ask you. And here I am."
"I think I have just the thing to fix you up," I said. "But are you saying you've never had your cock sucked by a guy?" I asked not believing I'd bagged a virgin.
"Never even really thought about it. I knew about my brother getting sucked off, he's always said fags give the best head and I never held it against him. It wasn't really something I was tempted to try, until now." A brief glimpse of worry crossed his face, "You don't expect me to do nothin' in return, right?"
"Actually I'd be disappointed if you did."
" That's cool. I don't understand where you're coming from, but if you want to blow me, I guess I want you to. Where would you rather do it? Here or in the bedroom, don't matter to me long as I bust my nut, shit I'd do it standing up in the kitchen."
I led the way into the bedroom and in a matter of a minute or so my horny stud was stretched out in the middle of my bed naked. He was a magnificent sight. Not an ounce of fat on him and every major muscle clearly defined, but not bulging. His cock was a work of art. Those of you who are real cockmen will understand what I mean when I say he had a redhead's dick. It was ramrod straight and fat, pale pink along the shaft with bulging dark blue veins running its length, while the cut, meaty helmet-shaped head was a rosy pink. It was a rock hard six inches and leaking cock-snot like crazy. I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth and down my throat.
"I should warn you," he said, putting me instantly on guard, "it takes me forever to get off with a suck job, but I enjoy the feeling. I hope you don't tire easy, 'cause you're going have to go for quite awhile."
"I can suck it as long as you can keep it up," I bragged, but I was thinking how often I'd heard that from straight boys only to have them spraying my mouth in a matter of minutes. I smiled to myself. We'd see how long he'd last with a real expert working him over.
Without any further discussion I climbed up on the bed and positioned myself on my knees between his out stretched legs. I leaned in, inhaled a quick enticing dose of his male musk and then took him down to his pale orange pubes. He gasped with surprise and then as I began to rake my lips and tongue up and down over every sensitive inch of his shaft and head he began to moan softly, whimpering with pleasure. I had not expected him to last long, but even I was surprised. In a matter of a minute or two the moans and whimpers changed to grunt and groans. The head of his cock swelled against the walls of my throat, his body stiffened and letting out an animalistic roar he began pumping volleys of his thick spunk down my throat. I pulled back so that the head was lodged between my tongue and the roof my mouth allowing me to savor the full flavor of his ball juice. The taste was strictly male, nothing else like it in the world and never enough in just one serving. His head was tossing about on the pillow and his hips were thrashing about under me making it difficult for me to hold on to him, but hold on I did until his cock went limp and I was certain I'd sucked down every drop of his pearly seed.
I gently removed his limp, but still fat cock from my mouth and gently laid it up against his taut stomach. I looked up at him. He was staring at me with a mixed look of utter contentment and total amazement.
"No wonder my brother let's you guys suck him off. The best suck job I ever had before doesn't even come close to how you made me feel just now. That was fucking unbelievable. No way I'll ever look at a blowjob the same again. Really man, that was fantastic! You were in total control. Like I said I usually don't cum easy with a hum job, but not this time. Shit I even tried to hold back, but with that mouth of yours there was no way. You are, no doubt, a true cock master."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You've got a great cock, I'm only sorry you didn't last a little longer, I was just getting started, you missed some of my best techniques." I sighed and then changed the subject, not wanting to make him uncomfortable now that he'd shot his wad. "Would you like to take a shower before you leave?" I offered.
He looked up at me with his soft green eyes and smiled sheepishly. "To tell you the truth I was hoping, if you weren't too tired, we might go another time. If you give me a few minutes I know I'll be able to get it up again."
I started to laugh. "Like I said I was disappointed it didn't last longer. I can go another round if you can. Just lie there and relax. I'll put in a fuck movie to give you some inspiration and I go grab us another couple of beers. Sound good to you?"
"Are you kidding, with a porn movie on I'll have it up and ready for you before you get back with the beers."
He wasn't kidding. When I walked back into the room with the two bottles he was slowly stroking his rapidly hardening meat. I sat on the edge of the bed and handed him his bottle. He took it with his free hand, never missing a beat. After we each took a couple of pulls on our bottles he propped himself up into a near sitting position so that he could watch the action on the TV screen while I resumed my place of honor on his beautiful meat.
This time I took it slow and easy, showing him most of my best tricks. He certainly seemed to appreciate each of them. He lasted about 15 minutes this time, but amazingly he shot a load as large, if not larger than his first. My stomach was happily awash in beer and cum when I finally let his shrinking cock free from my lips. I looked up at him, smiled and swallowed the last mouthful of his still hot load.
He grinned at me, "that was just as good as the first, maybe better, I thought my balls were exploding I shot so much. I can't imagine it getting any better than that." I just smile at him He sniffed at his pits and said, "I think I'd better take you up on the offer of a shower. I smell totally like sex, if I go home like this it'll be divorce court for sure."
Once he was cleaned, dressed and ready to leave I gave him a slip of paper with my name and telephone number telling him to use it if he was ever in the mood again. Then I added, "and if your brother is anything like you, you can bring him along with you."
"I'll be back and my brother can come along if he wants, though I can't imagine him turning it down," he chuckled. He opened the front door, but turned around to say, "you'll be hearing from me soon, maybe sooner than you expect."
I was a realist, I knew there was slim to no chance I'd ever hear from him again. If I was real lucky I might run into to him again at the bookstore and get to suck him another time. He surprised me again. He was a man of his word. Within a week he called. Both he and his older brother visited and I was able to fulfill a fantasy of having two straight brothers together at the same time, in the same bed.
Of course that's another story.