Thursday, March 11, 2010

Swollen Lips

Hours later, my lips were still swollen and puffy. And rightfully so. For the record, this is not a complaint.

But to back up, I made a trek to a client site and was there for hours. When I was done with my work, it was later afternoon, but not after 5p. I only mention this because in this area of town, people are on a 7a-3p, 3p-11p shift kind of jobs. They are not 8-5-ers. I am. Suit. Tie. Nicely polished shoes.

After my series of meetings, I headed to an adult video arcade. One I have frequented all too often with too many iffy results. But when you’re in need, you do what you have to do. I had already checked Grindr with no luck as usual, so I went to the video place and plopped down my $10. It seems pricey, and it is, but there are no quarters, no tokens, no anything. You can stay as long as you fucking want on that ten spot.

Even though in theory it was the hour(s) it should be packed, there weren’t that many people in the joint. And the ones that were: f’ugly. One guy had a gorgeous cock, but the rest of him was so incredibly heinous, it made me take stock and reflect: I guess you won’t do just anyone!, I said to myself.

As I sat and flipped through the rotten porn (way to many chicks with dicks movies), a few guys came by and peeked in. Or stood and oogled. If you’re a bottom, you just know another bottom or cocksucker. I didn’t pay $10 to get my cock sucked – I can do that for free.

Every now and again, this one prospect would swing by but never stay or even really look that much. He was the only one I had been slightly interested in since arriving. He was 6’4” or so, goateed and glasses. A protruding gut, but not a show stopper. He actually looked a lot like me, though I’ve lost my gut in the last two years.

But he’d look in and move on. I was not going to be that easily dismissed by my only possibility.

Next time he looked in, I purposefully unzipped my suit fly and he stood and watched as I took out my cock. He did the same thing, while standing in the doorway.
His frame was so large, he literally blocked the door so no one coming behind him could look in. He created his/our own privacy shield.

After he took out his flaccid cock, his hands went right back into his pockets. This was good news for me. He wasn’t looking to touch me or turn the tables and blow me.

When I say he was flaccid, I don’t mean he was small, just soft. The man had a really nice hang – at least 5” and somewhat fat. In my suit and that dirty floor – I went to my knees.

Never taking his hands out of his pockets, he let me envelop his shaft into my mouth. Not a sound was made by him as I sunk all the way down.

There is such power in what a cocksucker does to get a soft cock hard. To be able to feel it expand in your mouth, knowing that you’re the one to make it grow is a great feeling.

And grow it did. The prick got wider and longer – to about the 9” mark.

I’m sure I’ve said it before, I have a much easier time going down on a larger fatter cock than an average thin one. The latter kind can make me, well, not gag exactly, but trigger some response that isn’t the best. The former, it just fills my mouth like it knows that is what it was meant to do in life. I know many men who have complete opposite experiences on what cock size is better for the fit of their mouths.

When he was fully “up” and I was still putting my lips to his zipper, with ease, I started getting reactions from him – verbal and non. “yes yes oh yes….that’s it” hissed from his mouth. I said nothing – maybe a moan while my mouth was still on his shaft, giving him something to hear and feel.

I sucked him for over 30 minutes. I just didn’t suck….I used that tongue to no end to stimulate the corona of his cock head. He loved it. I loved it. I didn’t just suck – he fucked my face. REALLY fucked my face.

His hands came out of his pockets and went to the side of my head to steady it and his hips pumped as hard or as soft as he chose. The cock always went deep – as it is meant to do, in theory. I never gagged – he liked that. I’m guessing there aren’t tons of guys he’s encountered who can take him like that. I’m hoping there aren’t.

He was a silent guy for the most part, but about 15 minutes in, he told me he didn’t think he could cum, as he already had. And it is not so much that I was undeterred and wanted my way to get his load (though I did), at some point, and it goes against most any sex I believe in, it didn’t matter!

His cock was so nice and felt so good in me, I could have sucked it for hours and not cared of he built up, let alone expelled, his jizz into my mouth.

For whatever issues he had with just cumming a short time before, he had no trouble staying erect. I will give him some of the credit, but I’ll be selfish and give me some of it too. I know my skills were sending him to good places and those destinations made and kept him hard.

At some point in time his big manly hand wrapped around the back of my head and he basically skull fucked me. This continued for some time – and again, I was loving it. He remained rock hard.

He never mentioned that not being able to cum a second time thing again, but like I said, that was no longer top of my list. I was in the moment of just making him feel good and if he wasn’t going anywhere, why should I?

But as luck, and hard work, would have it, all the tell-tale signs were there: prolonged cocksucking. A massive hard cock. A determined feeder. Heavier and heavier breathing. A massive hard cock getting harder.

There was no announcement. There was no warning While it is hot to hear dirty dirty words at the time of ejaculation, an equally hot time is just taking a slightly unexpected load in your mouth. Or MY mouth, as the case may be.

It was thick, but not copious amounts. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting any at all, so who am I to look a gift horse-hung man in the mouth? My mouth.

It, the semen, that is, tasted great and naturally I swallowed every drop as any cocksucker worth his salt would do.

With an upward nod of his head, acknowledging a non-verbal,” thanks, I’m outta here”, he was out of there, even starting his zip up process after turning and walking away. Me – I was still on my knees.

I had realized halfway through our “session” that my lips were being abused by his fucking my mouth – but I was loving it. A reminder, even if only temporary – as it is with the taste of the cum. Temporary.

But it was there. And I have the memory

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You lucky fuck! ;-)