MY NAME IS KEITH AND I CRAVE COCK By Mike Austin
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College jocks love eager cocksuckers. As with Brett and John, I craved that role as Eater to any Feeder(s) looking to get off. At that same Video Store where I'd blown Mr. Neil several years before, the ongoing stream of Feeders was an ever present resource for cocksuckers like me; I met several fellow Eaters and we often remarked on dicks, jocks, married or bisexual players and the random horny guy who just happened to find the store and cocksuckers eager to help him relieve his stress. We were also in stiff, excuse the pun, competition for dicks and would often get resentful of a peer cocksucker getting a dick, we might have craved.
On the day before graduation, I celebrated with family and a few friends and had a few too many margaritas. I headed back to the apartment and drove by The Adult Video Store. I couldn't believe how empty the parking lot was and started to drive past. But being the devout Eater, I had to stop, just in case... I parked between two other pick-ups and headed in; paid for my tokens, then hit the hallway like so many other times. No one in sight. At one end was a booth and adjacent was a video being played. I knew that the vacant booth had no gloryhole so I passed and headed to the other end of the hall. The end booth was occupied and as with Mr. Neil so many years earlier, I slipped into the adjoining booth, kneeled and saw the fucking senior quarterback whom I'd lusted for these past four years. He was tall, about 6'4", dark blue black, broad shoulders and as I was to see, hung like a stallion. He was cranking his 9+" veiny dick so slowly it was hardly a jack session, more of a grip and release scene. Nonetheless, that dickhead was coated with shiny precum that glistened from the video lighting. Ty Dawson was a stud, no he was a Cocksure STUD and I felt this might be the first and last chance I'd get to swallow his sperm. He added more tokens as I squatted waiting, watching and getting up the nerve to do my wall knock routine. When I did, he paused the grip action, slid his hand all the way back exposing that fine fucking dick arc and sort of waved it up and down teasing the fuck out of me. He knew there was an eager eater on the other side of the hole and he was making me crazy for his dick. More stroking and teasing ensued. Then as abruptly as he'd first stopped jacking, he turned the big head to the hole and held it just out of reach. I licked the head through the hole and he eased back a little bit more so I had to strain my tongue to touch his dickhead, but I did. With that I felt him spank my tongue with his hardon, then shove forward and into my mouth. He didn't stop with my mouth and I opened wide as possible for him to penetrate my throat. His dense curlies bunched through the small areas around that thick dick in the hole. The rhythmic wall squeak followed as he began a throat fuck through the glory hole. I was in heaven. He fucked hard into the hole and my mouth and throat then drove faster before stopping again, abruptly and flooding my throat with his nut. His dick continued to spasm his wads down my throat for what seemed 5 minutes. Done, he pulled back, wiped the remaining saliva and cum from his shaft and stuffed his fingers to the hole for me to lap clean. I did as expected then he zipped up and left. That was the last time I saw Ty until the NFL draft the following year. My throat tensed when I saw the stud accept a team offer and his huge grin that beamed on the t.v.
P.S.
It's been twenty years since college graduation. That Video Store is now the corner of a high-rise condo and the gym where Mr. Neil and I made that fateful run is now part of a new football stadium. The folks are in a senior center and I'm in our family home. My neighbor John passed away a few years ago but his son Brett, wife and kids still live in the townhouse at the end of the street. We still connect once in awhile and he still feeds those fine loads he did as a younger Feeder and I'm still delighted to be his neighborhood eater. The mall guy Ben has also passed on, but not before he introduced me to his nephew Mark, now a 30 something cocky stud who enjoys dropping by for beer and blow job en route from a run, workout or long workday. I have a few young jocks who enjoy an older Eater's skills and the occasional blue collar guy or traveler I've hooked up with from social media. Not bad for a 40 something Eater I say. As my posting reads, "For a good time..If you're ever in town and need a place to get off...drop by 1342 Falcon Way or email me at eater1342@......com
Thanks for reading....