Shot Put

He was less than a mile away from me for a quite a long time - that meant one of two things:  he was at a hospital or in a hotel.

"Erik" was from the Netherlands, or so said his profile, so he could be an international patient at the hospital or here for business in that hotel.

He was bulky but solid, not fat.  His profile pic was him in the first stage of throwing a shot-put.  I don't know if it was for fun or he did it professionally. I mean, I don't know anyone who does track and field events at the age of 40 for "fun" - but he seemed too old to be making a name in sports.

Anyway - some back and forth and he told me about how his dick was dripping. How it was dripping when he saw my profile. But he told of how it drips all the time. I told him I should see him about that to offer advice.

I got invited to his hotel room.

6'2", 209, married, in a foreign land and horny   Perfect confluence.

He let me in immediately - and like I said, the man was solid. Huge chest. thick neck, tree trunk legs.

No foreplay was in the plan. I didn't even get to pull down his shorts, he did it immediately.  Actually, it was the only thing that he took off.  I'm a fan of some clothes, it's a fucking blowjob, I don't need you to get naked. I don't need to get naked.

I went to my knees.

I will be honest, I was a little worried he might be coming up short.  His pics he sent were nice, but the dick in front of me was a wee bit....wee.  But I know from experience, not to judge a cock by its flaccid state - I've been wrong more than once on how things grow.

While it took a few minutes, things grew.  And grew.  But not as much length-wise. Sure he made it to 6", but I'm guessing the base of his pud was at least 6" around.  I'm not sure I've ever swallowed anything so thick - and I've had a cock or two in my mouth.

I worked that man's prick over for a good 30 minutes.  You know when you get to that point (if you're a cocksucker) where the spit just drip out of your mouth, off your lips, onto your shirt or floor?  You tops may have looked down to see this.

That is a sign of a true cocksucker. Not worrying about anything but taking care of the cock, keeping it wet, keeping it happy.  It is just that crossover to pigdom status.

Overall the man was quiet, but I would always get a nice fucking moan when I was all the way to his blonde pubes and would use my tongue simultaneously on the underside of the shaft. That drove him wild and you could feel him tense up, in upper body and in his loins.  I tried not to overdo that so as to make it a special moment that didn't wear itself out.

Now and again, his hands would go to my head - those fucking big man-hands. If they know how to grip a shot put, they can certainly grasp a cocksuckers skull.

It was a slow but deliberate feed.  For the second time in as many weeks, I was feeling the pressure to gag.  Unlike that last guy, Erik I don't think was trying to gag me, but this was like having a red bull can shoved into your throat.....I'm assuming.

He let go and told me to scoot back with my head against the bureau.....or whatever he tried to call it as he translated his version to English.

Now here I was pinned between his massive thighs and the furniture.  ...and then there were those hands again.  I was his.  He knew it.  I knew it.  There was no getting away - not that I was planning on it.

The man was tough but fair. He'd fuck my face, gag me, but then slow down and then start the cycle all over again.  This went on for a little while, his wireless speakers giving enough noise playing music that anyone walking down the hall wouldn't really hear the steady thump of his thighs to my face or my head to the cabinet.   Like I cared.

He did announce he had been holding off cumming for a while.  I told him if he wanted to hold off, that was good.  If he wanted to cum, that was good. I was there as a U.S. cocksucking ambassador - it was totally his call.

He opted to ejaculate.

At this point he pulled out of my mouth, as I knew he would.

As we chatted before I got the invite, he asked me where I liked a guy to cum - and I told him, in my mouth so I could swallow it.  He liked giving facials.

I told him it was totally his call - he was the top.  He then said he'd like to see it dripping on my tongue and on my chin.  In a way it was a compromise - and this folks is how international relationships are built.

But he wanted to control his orgasm and direction, which meant I couldn't just finish him off with my mouth and him aim at the last second.  So I knew he would pull out.  And he did.

With about 15 seconds of stroking, he hit my mouth, then my cheek and then my chin, mouth, chin and chest.  It was a big load.

As I always attempt, I nursed the cock afterward.  He had no issue with this - no sensitivity, no post-orgasm guilt.  He just looked down and watch me not only clean off his head and shaft, but tenderly put it in my mouth and take care of it orally.  He had a slight smirk, albeit a nice one, as I fussed over his peen.

It was then I saw the cum on my chest and abs.  Erik looked on, kind of in amazement, kind of in pride, as I scooped it up, and ate it, then looked right at him.  I wasn't wasting it and he knew it.

No worries, I got what was on my cheek too.

He thanked me.  I thanked him.  I stood up, straightened my own dick in my shorts and took the elevators to the lobby, but not before wishing him a safe trip home.

I'm a good cocksucking ambassador to the Netherlands!

Gnarly Dicked Dad Returns

He returned.  The gnarly dicked married man.

He said he would.  He would message me if he could, and said it would be with 2-3 others, and he'd let them all use my mouth.

Granted, that is a hot as fuck scenario, on paper, let alone in real life.  One hears about these things, but I'm not quite sure how that conversation goes between a married "straight" dad and other men, some straight, some not.

I want to hear the intro, see the expressions - is it lust, disbelief, amazement?  I want to hear the trash talk about such a person (me) and hope to fuck that there is some.  Is that so wrong?

As it turns out, the person he brought with him - yes only one this time - was someone I have already sucked off before.  I suppose, given my track record and the finite number of men in town, this shouldn't come a a huge surprise - and it really didn't.  To me or to the feeder.  I wasn't sure (until later) if the Gnarly Dicked Dad (GDD) knew at this point.

Both showed up at the exact time, making me think they met somewhere and followed one another.

GDD went to use the rest room.  Immediately, I started to remove the belt and unbuckle the other married man's pants.  By the time GDD returned, I was on my knees, mouthing the mound of black briefs in front of me.  GDD looked on - supervising.

"Pull his briefs down....all the way down..."  I did. with my teeth.

"Suck him.  Take him all."  I did.  Without teeth.

I did a good job sucking my repeat married man.  But I was pulled off, as I was expected to be at some point.

When GDD walked back into the room, he never refastened his pants, so his big, fat 8"er was out.  "Just the head", I was instructed.  It's all I put in my mouth.  I did nothing else. It seemed he liked to direct, so I didn't take liberties on what I wanted to do with my lips and tongue - let alone mouth and throat.

"That looks good", said the other guy.   "Yeah, he's a fucking dirty cocksucker", came the reply.   "Suck it".

Then there was the hip shove and I was orally impaled on his cock.  There was chatter back and forth between the two, but nothing I remember of significance.

The married guy sat in a chair and I was told to go back to sucking his dick.  I did.  I went at it with gusto, as this didn't appear to be, nor told to be, an edging session.  After a few minutes, married guy pushed me off as he got too close too soon.

I can dig that.

I went back to GDD. I worked that big shaft and big head. He had me go to his balls - which are a really nice size. Apparently he likes it nice and light - surprisingly for a such a big butch man, but I respected his wishes and backed off a bit.

He fucked my face. I took it.

"Oh that's good.  That looks good".    "Yeah, this cocksucker knows what he's doing"....was the back and forth.  I know I've said it before, but I love when guys talk about me like I'm not even there.  I feel like such a thing and not a person.  This works though.

I got pushed off GDD and pushed back onto the married guy.  I went to work.

This time there was no stopping me....or him.   In a matter of minutes he began giving the verbals that he was close. No one told me to stop, so I kept on going.

The release was slow but consistent.  At first I wasn't even sure he was going to cum, as the flow didn't match his moans.  But it came....and came....and came.  The slow flood that filled my mouth.

"SWALLOW his load".

I get that some guys might not, so I get the directive.  But while I like to be fucking told this, I don't need to be.  I'm going to to swallow the seed.   And I did.

For good measure - and I always do this too - I stayed on the cock and cleaned it off.  I cleaned it longer and more than I should, but that was mostly for show, to both of them.

Married guy sat back, catching his breath, and I made a show of swallowing too.

GDD sat in the other chair and pointed to his cock. Down I went.   Married dude sat and watched, commenting on how big GDD's cock was and how far down on it I was.  I made a show of that too. Hey, a guy's gotta sell himself.

GDD leaned back in the chair, his head went back too and his eye closed.  Lord knows who or what he was thinking of, but most likely it wasn't me.

I was told to 'make it wetter' and I did with natural mouth lubrication. It got to the point that there was spit on his shaft, in his pubes and on my beard.  It might sound unappealing to some, but it was a wet hot blowjob.

There was some talk about my skills during between the two but I paid little mind, though his one comment to the married guy was, "it feels just like my wife's pussy".

That made me bone hard.  I took it as a compliment, knowing that big cock had been in his wife and produced enough kids to fill that Ford Flex he drove up.

"Tighten up your fucking mouth".  I did. I tried.  But after 30 minutes of sucking or so and on two nice dicks, the elasticity in the lips has given out some.  I sucked more and more.  I got my face fucked more and more by a man sitting in a chair pushing my head onto his penis.

I could hear the guy behind start to dress while still remaining seated.  But he watched and ooh'd and ahhh'd .

The GDD stood up and pushed me over.  "Get on your fucking back".

I did.

He decided to finish off the last 20 seconds with his hand - maybe to control his orgasm better, or maybe because I wasn't doing a good enough job.  Fuck, I hope it was the former.

"Please come in my mouth".   I really didn't want it to go over my chest or the carpet.

He was a good 18-24" away from me and with pretty good aim, squirted 3-4 strong shots directly into my awaiting mouth.  The next 2-4 went on my lips and in my beard.

"OHHHHH my god" said the married dude.   "That is awesome".

More cum came from the dick.  But married dude stayed until that and excused himself and fled.

GDD looked down on me with disdain.  I like that.

As he exited the room to straighten up, I grabbed my phone and took a few pics.

If that much went on the face, more went in my mouth.

Well ALL of it eventually went in my mouth.  GDD came back to see me licking it clean, "I assumed you would" was his comment to me as he watched.

"So, you've sucked that guy before.  With as many as you do - do you even remember him?".  I remember almost all my feeders, but why tell him that.  It was a statement to humiliate me and I let him have it.

He left me there telling me he'd be back again, this time with 2-3 guys, if I behaved.

The married guy contacted me later almost apologizing for GDD - thinking he was rude and arrogant to me.  I didn't know how to tell married guy that I got off on that - assuming it might freak him out a little, since he was not pleased with GDD's behavior.

So until next time......and I am hoping there is a next time.   ....and 2-3 additional guys.

Gag Me

I like to think of myself as an accomplished cocksucker.

It's fair to say I've had a really really large sampling size when it comes to shaft-in-mouth scenarios. And while I'd never go on record to boast that I'm super great cocksucker (that's for the feeder to always decide), I have a skill set that seems to do the job for most guys.

Over the years....or decades....one of those skills is how to take a cock in my mouth, and into my throat, without gagging.

The guy was on-line before breakfast and about a half mile away. Walkable, considering I wasn't at home and had no car.  He was in a resort with friends across the hall - I'd have to be quiet coming down the hall and into his room.  The door would be ajar.

5'9", 160, 7" curved upward slightly.  The curved part would be important.  All he wanted was to be sucked. Good thing - all I wanted was to suck.

I found the place and got to his door - it was opened maybe 2".  I pushed through and there he stood - naked, like his picture.

There was no foreplay, no word exchange.  I was down on my knees and putting his cock in my mouth.

I knew there'd be little to no noise, since his friends could be coming by to snag him for breakfast at any time, though we never left the common area - leaving us closest to the hallway door and more potential to be heard.  Not that I cared, I didn't have to live with these folks after the fact.

While it was never discussed, it turns out he is a forceful feeder.  Not that I mind.

Usually, even guys who say they're forceful let the sucker take over and do his job.  Not this guy.

Hands went to my head and it seemed his one goal was to get me to gag.  Again, not that it was said, but a few minutes into the blowjob, it became clear, and something he confirmed after we were all done.  He wanted to gag.

With the curve, how he shoved that shaft into my mouth, then into my throat made it easier to do than I had anticipated.

I gagged.   I hate gagging.

I totally get that feeders like to feel powerful and that they have great dicks and / or loads to make a cocksucker choke on their prick.  But to me, I feel like a cocksucking failure if I don't take in every inch with relative ease.

I know - it's illogical, but it is the way I feel.

However, this guy was getting off on it. Clearly.  The more I gagged, the harder he held my head, the harder he fucked my face, the more powerful the thrust into my throat.  And the harder his cock became.

We moved from me being on my knees to him laying back on the couch and me kneeling beside it taking his dick back into my gullet, literally going down on him.

As it turns out, while it seemed at first easier for me to swallow flesh, it also became easier for him to choke me with that rod.  He wins. But something told me he picked that position on purpose.  As much as I might have sucked dick all my life, he's probably gotten his serviced.

For another 7-8 minutes I stayed down there, taking his dick to the root.  Taking his shaft in my throat. Feeling those ever present hands on my head, guiding me, but more like TELLING me how I was going to please him, how I was going to get him off.

Not getting his release wasn't an option - for either of us.

Soon enough, his entire body just stiffened.  He throbbed.

Most of his seed went right down my throat; most of it never tasted.

I did get a few of the remaining drops as I pulled back and they dripped onto the roof of my mouth and down onto my tongue, before joining their brothers in my belly.

The cum was bitter.  I didn't care.  I got what I wanted.  He got what he needed - release and the ability to remain in control.

I snuck down the back steps and he deleted his Scruff profile before I made it back to where I was staying.

Dirty Daddy

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