Throating

It's a verb. An 'action' word, at that.

I've sucked this guy off a few times. Older, but not old. Silver hair and beard. A cyclist.

The first time he was on crutches, due to a biking accident. Then a cane. Now he just hobbles a bit.

The first few times he had to sit down, due to the leg. I'm ok with guys sitting, but truth be told, I would rather have them stand in front of me. It's the natural cocksucker in me. The somewhat subservient position, I suppose.

He looks very nice. Very upstanding. He's not.

The man has a dark streak running through him, though I am still not sure how dark or how deep that streak runs. I am certainly hoping to find out as time goes on.

The streak of which I speak is how deep into my throat he puts his cock. And how long he holds it there. And how tight he grips the back of my head.

The answers would be:  all the way.  a fuck of a long time. and very very tightly.

All things I like. All things I love.

He does have a large and thick cock. Almost 8". Thick thick shaft. Love of veins.

The second to last time he was over, he causally mentioned (though I don't think it was casual at all, really) that he'd love to see my head hanging over the side of my desk while he fed me. But that was weeks and weeks ago.

I'm certain I am not his only cocksucker, though he likes to call me 'my cocksucker'.  He tells me how good my mouth is. He tells me how much I love his cock - it's never a question, though I answer (meaning: nod) enthusiastically like it is one. And the answer is always affirmative.

But since my memory is like an elephant's, I remembered his 'request'. After I let him in, I said nothing, but got on my back on the desk, with my head hanging over. I could see his sneer / smile. He stepped right up, as I knew he would.

He was all too happy to snake his shaft down into my mouth and down my throat.

And he does love to put it down my throat.................and gag me.

Fuck, the head passes my tonsils and he slips right down into my throat. I love the feeling. But then he grabs my head and holds me in place. My throat spasms around his cock as I gag and cough. I don't know how that actually feels for him, but I know he likes it.

His balls and push press against my fucking lips.

He's good about calling me a 'cocksucking faggot' and asking if "you love my cock".  It's more of a tell than an ask.

He likes the control. The power. He likes the way my eyes tear up just a little, but he loves the fact that it's his big, thick shaft is the thing that makes me choke.

And truth be told, I like it too.

I don't know know him, but enough to trust him with cutting off my air supply. At least temporarily. Hopefully temporarily.

I like the sound of his voice when he speaks filth to me. I like the upward turn of his lips as he sneers - and the gleam in his eye when he knows he's in charge - and knows I know he's in charge.

This could be fun.