MY NAME IS KEITH AND I CRAVE COCK By Mike Austin
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IV.
By the time the holiday break was over, and the Spring took over, I'd become a regular at John and Brett's. I'd also met Ben, the 40 something guy from the mall, several times at different locations. I was their regular cum eater and all three had introduced me to a few of their friends. I was an integral player in their sex lives. Only dedicated cocksuckers understand this craving.
The Spring Semester flew by. Summer was filled with part-time jobs; the first at a car wash, then a part-time, that became a full-time mail guy for the firm John and Brett worked at, which filled the bulk of my Summer and introduced me to a real business work environment. It was a better job position than a gopher at dad's construction company; although field work with construction guys, gave me far better J/O material than the IT firm. I met three more guys at a park and got into small group blow jobs in addition to the one-on-ones or in the case of John and Brett, two-on-one.
One park guy I met worked for a local sports franchise. He was a married hunk and at 35, 6'4 and 210#s, sported an 8" thick dick that never went down. One afternoon after school I met him at a local motel and I blew him for 4 hours. I lost count of how many loads he shot down my throat, after 9 blows. I was almost ready to burp at one point or hurl, when he pulled out and shot all over my face. That was my first experience getting a face blast. We got into that scene several times and especially when he invited a few buddies one weekend afternoon. It was Mitch, the married hunk, and four buds. They loved me on my knees, taking their cum as they jacked off and had me work to catch the shots in mid air. After that round, they each settled into a "normal" blow job action and each fed me hot shots. I was always amazed at how much come horny straight guys can deliver a hungry cocksucker.
Those Senior Year blow jobs were exciting and prepped me for College jocks and profs. One prof, Mr. Neil, my biology professor, had the darkest blue eyes and thick blonde hair and at about 45, 6' and maybe 190#s, was a striking image of masculinity. He was a runner and could often be found on campus after class, lab or office hours making the circuit around the perimeter of the main gym. Afterwards, he'd grab a quick shower in the gym and either go back for a night class or if he had late office hours, go back to his office, or go home. It was after several weeks of watching his running routine and schedule that I decided to make my move. It was risky with him being my prof, but I needed to see him nude. We were three days before Winter Break. My final was done as was my final lab so I had no more course work with Mr. Neil and technically, my Biology class was completed. Going into finals, I had a 3.75 GPA so I wasn't worried. I worked my way in stride with him and as I started to slowly pass him, we acknowledged each other and I slowed to match his pace. We chatted some and he remarked that I'd done quite well in his class and inquired if I was taking his Spring course as well. I passed on his course for another science, but might think about it for the Summer, was my rationale. We made two more trips around the circuit before slowing to a walk and then made our way to the gym showers.
My gym bag was locked in my truck; his was in his car. Amazingly, both vehicles were near each other. I can't imagine how that might have happened (being facetious here). We made our way to the lockers outside the showers, stripped down, plugged in our quarters, loaded our bags in the lockers, then set the timers for 20 minutes and were off to the shower room. Mr. Neil's locker was nearer the shower room than mine, so he had a head start. As I entered the gang shower, there were 6-8 other guys under the sprays. I had to fight my urge to get hard and set the water temp to cooler than usual to help manage any bone-up. Mr. Neil motioned me to join him at a now vacant shower head and began his speech to get me to re-think taking his Spring course. His furry pecs with flecks of gray, blonde treasure trail, crotch, ass and legs were making it difficult to not blow up. His pecs were squared off but I already knew that from class when he'd wear a white dress shirt that framed his chest and pecs better than colored ones. Glancing down as discretely as possible, hung that fine cock with a big blunt dick head and a heavy ball bag. I wanted to drop to my knees in the shower with water pouring over me and swallow his dick. He continued his persuasive attempt to get me to take his class, but I was concentrating on his dick, and trying to craft an escape before my hard-on won the battle vs the sheer control I was mustering to avoid it. The shower ended with me again trying to cool down and not embarrass myself walking out of the shower room with a hard-on. We dried off, dressed and then he joined me as we left for the parking lot. I was even more frustrated.
I saw him the day final grades were posted, thanked him for the class and told him I'd think about a Spring class. After the shower, I'd beat off twice. That day after grades were posted, I did again. The 2nd day after the Semester ended, I saw Mr. Neil pass me and pull into an Adult Video Store near campus. I made a mid-street u-turn and pulled into the same parking lot, paid my token fees and headed to the hallway that led to video booths. I paced the hall for signs of Mr. Neil, then saw him exit one booth and enter another. I was like a homing missile and beat it down the hall and into the adjacent video booth. What fucking GREAT luck, there was a glory hole. I squatted, did a hole search. Mr. Neil was just watching the video. He added more tokens and rubbed his crotch. There was a second crotch rub, before he slowly unzipped, reached in his fly and pulled out that beautiful dick. I saw precum already covering that mega head as he began slowly stroking. His shorter strokes became longer more extended strokes and began to pick-up speed. Soon his hips were pumping in sync with his jack. I knew I needed to act. Blowing through the hole first, got no response. Then I knocked on the wall softly and he stopped jacking; initially holding his hard-on still and somewhat shielded from view. I knocked again. This time he relaxed his shielding motion and turned slightly to the hole. The prize was mine. I rubbed my index finger along the hole, just as he fed his dick through it and into my craving mouth. I sucked tightly and bobbed my head aggressively, maintaining the intense suction, especially on that massive head. I felt him shudder, then jerk and then press his body against the wall. The dick pumping flooded my throat and I swallowed every cc of cum he delivered; wasting nothing. Once done, he relaxed and I sucked to clean up his shaft. He stepped back; gave an OK sign with his fingers and then a thumbs up and I stood. At first, I'd thought about opening the booth door right away, but paused instead to give us both some face saving. As I left the Video Store, Mr. Neil was leaving the parking lot as I watched him head away from campus toward his home. And yes, I'd located his home but I'm no stalker; well not yet at least......