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I hear it all the time. "As soon as you walked into the room, I knew."
Or, "I took one look at you and I knew."
Here's a popular one. "It was written all over your face."
This is the type of thing I hear afterward, after I have swallowed his ejaculate, after his cock has been re-holstered. "Dude, you just looked so hungry."
It's true. I am weak.
To be fair to myself, he has to fit a certain profile. Prominent, polished shoulders, ropes in the arms. In short, lean, hard, and hairless. Nubile is a good word. No fatties thank you. If he fits the description and he is shirtless or sleeveless, my eyes will find him. Very often they notice me and put on a little show, the stroke of a shoulder here, a mini-flex there. By this time I will have an erection. I have cultivated a number of fruitful acquaintances this way.
The car is a popular venue. I prefer the back seat because while I am down on the dude it is easier for him to reciprocate if he so chooses. But sometimes I get nothing back and must masturbate when he is gone. By now I know that I do this because I have no choice. I am drawn like a magnet.
I wake up Saturdays with a smile because Danny will cut the grass. I watched him from the window; shorts, sneakers, no shirt, sweat pouring from a perfect torso. When he was done we chatted in the garage, my hand on his shoulder. He was a recent high school graduate and had a cute girlfriend. I squeezed his bicep, savoring the firm fibers beneath the skin. My mouth went to the hollow of his clavicle to partake of the little puddle of sweat. He said, "Mr. Pratt, can this be the last time?"
"Of course Danny, of course." In spite of this exchange we both knew that in exactly one week he would be standing in this garage awaiting me, awaiting his just pleasure. When my knees hit the cement floor I went to work. I had to be relatively quick about it because my wife Cindy was inside watching TV.
He was only nineteen but he was a big boy and I knew how to make him bigger. I knew that he liked to have his hole gently tickled. He liked his balls held with feathery fingertips. He loved it when I got underneath and nibbled his sack. I brought the tip of my tongue slowly up along the underside of his cock, stopping just behind the swollen head. Ah the frenulum, mother of all sweet spots. I pressed my lips against it and sucked, moving the tip of my tongue around in a circular motion.
I knew what was coming next. His reaction was predictable. He said, "Mr. Pratt. Oh, Mr. Pratt."
He was close to tears when I finished him off. He came with a long groan, "Mr. Praaaatt."
He disappeared quickly, as he always does, no doubt wracked with guilt. And I, with a raging, dripping erection, hurried into the house. I guided Cindy into the bedroom where I immediately deduced that I was much too far along for a fuck. I was all worked up over Danny and wouldn't have lasted five seconds inside the woman. Naked in the bed, I knelt beside her at crotch level and buried my face into the wet, fertile delta.
I was so horny (damn you Danny) that I worked like a mad man. Whimpering, moaning, she reached down and began stroking me. I now knew that I was about to blow. As luck would have it, we went off at the same time. Her orgasm seemed intense and lengthy. And mine? It felt like I unloaded a full quart. Indeed, as I joined Cindy at the head of the bed her hand and fingers were dripping. There were streams of cum on her wrist and forearm.
She licked cum from her arm and said, "I feel so guilty. I was on my ass watching the tube while you were building up this huge load just for me."
Her lower lip quivered and I said, "It's okay, Babe. I'm sorry we didn't..."
"Fuck?" Sucking a finger she said, "I'll fuck your brains out tonight, Babe. I owe you."
She pushed a dripping finger into my mouth. I rolled the dollop of cum over my tongue and said," Hmmm. Mushrooms, old mushrooms with a pinch of salt."
"And a hint of nutmeg," she said and we both laughed.
She went back to the movie she'd been watching as I lay there with my guilt. My copious ejaculation was not a result of desire for my wife of six years but for my hot, well hung little lawn boy. I liked Cindy. But she loved me intensely. Recently she said she was blessed, honored by my fidelity. Of course she was drunk at the time but it left a nagging knot in my gut. I wondered if an oversexed bisexual, male or female, could ever be a good and faithful spouse.
A little later in the summer I encountered a guy in the Walmart parking lot. He was wearing the appropriate uniform, which is to say a super tight tank top. His body was perfect and he knew it. As I scanned his neck, shoulders and shapely arms I felt my cock stir. When our eyes met he said, "My car or yours?"
I had a full erection when I climbed into his front seat. He was one of these guys who liked to drive around while he got serviced. He was chatty; he couldn't shut up. He was also obsessed with his dick, and for good reason - he was enormous. I'd never seen anything like it in length. The shaft was like a rolling pin with veins as thick as pencils. But the huge gleaming head was the real show stopper. I wasted little time going to work as he babbled away.
He said, "It shocked you, didn't it? I could tell. Listen, it shocks everybody. Everybody especially loves the knob, the dome, the crown. No man, the CO-RO-NA. Guys, chicks, my wife, they worship my corona. Wait till you see how fat it gets, dude. It swells up like a fucking tomato. I wish to God I could blow myself."
He wasn't lying. His cock filled my mouth so that my tongue had almost nowhere to go. I'm very good at tongue-swirling but his corona was almost an impediment. At one point he said, "Hey watch the teeth buddy." Indeed my mouth was so full that my teeth had nowhere to hide. This cock would take some getting used to.
"That's the problem with being so big," he said. "I get nicked by teeth a lot. At first it can be hot, like little tiny needles y'know? But after a while it hurts. Some chicks have little mouths - I just say never mind, Babe, finish me with your hand. They like that better anyway because they get a better view of the one-eyed monster." Here he erupted in laughter.
It wasn't my best effort but I got the job done. He liked it when I called him Corona Joe. Afterward he surprised me by stopping in an alley to give me a hand job. Guys can surprise you with nice hand jobs, probably because they get plenty of practice on themselves. This one was sweet because, as I came, I was fondling his hard, varnished arms.
Every Tuesday night, when Cindy thought I was out with friends, I hooked up with Corona Joe. It worked out well until he started getting weird. One night he told me about his new favorite place; the rest stop area out on Route Nineteen.
"The dudes out there, man, they worship me. I'm royalty. They fight over me. Guess what they call me?"
"Corona Joe?"
"No. Dr. Cock. I'm a god. I'm the Cock God. Of course, who can blame them?"
As I bent over his crotch I felt an unusual heat radiating off of his erection. "Jesus Christ," I said, "is that your cock? You've got your own personal furnace."
"It gets like that sometimes, man. This is the hottest cock in the state... probably anywhere. Hah, be careful not to burn your tongue."
When I opened my mouth wide he said, "I'd rather you didn't start out that way, dude. I'd like you to to just kiss it for a while. You know, as a sign of respect."
I went along with him because I was really horny and because his hand jobs were getting better each week. I was also curious about the heat coming off of this thick, red radiator. Indeed, when my lips met that heater my cock leaped. I could feel it leaking onto my thigh. When I finally had that hot globe in my mouth he said, "Last night a chick blew me while I drove around and she did not totally gobble it all. It left a stain on the seat. My wife is very suspicious, so make sure you get it all."
I nodded my head. He laughed and said, "Gobble gobble."
When I finally got my mouth around that throbbing knob I experienced a wild thrill with its heat against my tongue, cheeks, the roof of my mouth. It was beating furiously, pounding pounding, and I felt my own cock pounding in tandem with it. I felt thoroughly penetrated. He was inside me, possessing me. I was helpless, occupied by a foreign power. I felt a powerful surge in my balls. He suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair and wrenched it roughtly.
My body began to stiffen and tremble all over. I heard myself moaning as bolts of lightning flashed across my eyelids. I was lifted into an ecstatic purple sky for a very long time. So removed was I from reality that I did not at first notice that Joe was ejaculating into my mouth and that, as per his instructions, I was gobbling dutifully.
We did not speak afterward. But when he dropped me off he said, "You came in your pants."
"I did."
"Just remember," he said, "it didn't just happen. I did that to you."
********
Sunday afternoon, on the way home from my weekly run to the landfill, I detoured to a street known for its ladies of leisure. I liked to wave to the ladies. I didn't need to pay for it. Besides, they were all too voluptuous and big-breasted for me. But on this day I spied a black woman alone across the street who was tall and small-breasted. She had beautiful bones in her face and flashing black eyes. She wore a sleeveless tee-shirt and jeans. What struck me were her shoulders and long bronze arms, for they were adorned with sleek ropes of lean muscle.
I was hard when I pulled over. She got in the car, produced a condom and said, "Thirty for a blow job, Babe."
I said, "Do I have to wear condom for a hand job?"
"Nope. Twenty."
I paid and drove into an alley to park. In a matter of seconds she was driving me wild. Her long slender fingers slithered feverishly over my cock and balls like skinny black snakes. My cock thickened and lengthened like it never had before. Reaching under my balls she pushed a finger into my taint. My cock reached for the sky and she said, "There you go, Sugar, now you got a man's dick!"
I tried to kiss her but she immobilized me. With a flick of a fingernail against against my dick, she froze me. When I moaned she smiled and said, "You okay, Baby?"
Having brought me up to size she started stroking in earnest as I bucked up and down with the motion of it. I looked down, squeezed her forearm and found it to be hard with bone and muscle. It reminded me of a big, black dick and so I began to stroke it accordingly, tenderly. I'd never had a black cock before. Well, I had one now!
It was a strange kind of mutual masturbation and it was driving me crazy. On the underside of the forearm my fingers found a series of thick, swollen veins. Cock-veins, I thought. I fondled them. I strummed them gently like the strings of a guitar and came, shaking, whimpering. She somehow managed to capture my load in a small bunch of tissues and made it disappear. She just spirited it away somehow.
I said, "Oh my God, Missy." I don't know why I called her that but she seemed to like it. She stepped out of the car, blew me a kiss and said, "Bye Sugar. Have a blessed."
I visited Missy every Sunday and it got better each week, for she became schooled in every millimeter of my sexual anatomy. She would coax strange noises from me and say, "Sugar, you jus a poor, poor child."
When I returned from seeing Missy, I walked into the house sensing that something was wrong. Cindy stood there in the living room trembling with rage. I wondered if she had found out about Danny or if I had been seen with Corona Joe. As I came closer she spit out a single word, "Fairy!"
Imagine that. Fairy. I said, "Really? Fairy? What century are you living in?"
In a heartbeat she closed the gap between us and slapped me hard. She then put me in a fierce headlock and paraded me around the room squeezing mercilessly, chanting "Fairy, fairy..."
When she released me I slid to the floor and lay there for a long time like a puddle of Jello.
Oddly enough, I found that brief, humiliating encounter to be somewhat sexy. Whenever I thought about it, in the days and weeks to come, I would get hard and masturbate. Remembering her punishing hold and her triumphant taunts, I would ejaculate.
I took a cheap apartment in town. I hoped the best for Cindy; she obviously deserved someone better than me. To my dismay, Corona Joe stopped showing up on Tuesday nights. So there was no Cindy, no Danny, no Corona Joe. Only Missy, my lovely Nubile Nubian.
I was sipping a beer at a bar one evening when I looked over my shoulder to see Corona Joe alone at a corner table with a drink. He looked uncharacteristically glum. When I joined him I said, "Joe, where have you been? I miss you."
"You don't miss me," he said. "You miss Doctor Cock."
He proceeded to tell me his tale of woe. He was in his car at the rest stop area getting blown when the cops raided the place. He was arrested, convicted and put on probation. His wife dumped him, his boss fired him. He was put on the National Sex Offender Registry for life. His face was all over the internet as a convicted pervert.
"I can't find a place to live," he said. "Wherever I go the neighbors hound me, protecting their precious neighborhood. Now I live in a little tent under the bridge with a bunch of sex offenders."
I left the bar feeling shaken. I felt terrible for Joe, whose life was ruined. But it could just as easily have been me. I made a pact with myself: no more cars, no bathroom stalls. Everything must take place in the apartment. Of course that meant no more Missy. Somehow that was a terrible blow. I really didn't know what an erection could be until Missy showed me. Even if I were to escort her to the safety of a motel it would be dangerous. Why? Because paying for sex gets you on the National Registry for life. It also gets you a little tent under the bridge. Sex, you see, is evil. Making love on a beach is now a crime.
Now I had only my fantasies. Oddly enough, my fantasies of Missy were not sexual, but domestic. I saw myself bringing her breakfast in bed, serving her tea and cookies on the couch. My masturbation fantasies, however, were decidedly less wholesome; burning my lips on Corona Joe's swollen furnace, gasping for breath in Cindy's murderous headlock, my mouth in the hollow of Danny's collar bone, slurping sweat that tasted just like his semen.
Seeking normalcy, I joined a gym. That's where I met Dawn, a physical trainer with the toned hardbody of a gym-rat. She was super cute, if somewhat butch. I thought she might be gay so I was surprised when she went out with me. We dated for two weeks before finding ourselves in my bed. We were compatible; it was fun. With my tongue and fingers working on her waxed pussy she said, "Here comes the cavalry!" That's when another set of fingers, her own, joined the effort. It was very exciting, sucking on her fingers and clit as her juices gushed. Before very long she stiffened, arched her back, and growled like a grizzly as she came.
With a drenched face I joined her at the head of the bed. This was new to me. I'd never had a girl join in the fray like that. "I like to help," she explained. "I have the helping gene."
She enjoyed my cock when it was inside her and when it was not. I loved the raw power in her hard, unyielding body. We watched each other masturbate. She was amazed to learn of my hidden, erogenous areas. Even the taint was new to her. She gave me very valuable tips on eating pussy (she had to be gay!). We were roommates, buddies, holed up for the winter in my flat, relishing our mutual cabin fever.
With Dawn I did not have to worry about the sex police that had bagged Corona Joe. I took shelter between her iron thighs, enveloped in her strong arms. I was safe; I was a kept man. But as the winter waned, Dawn went out with friends more often. Returning very late, she would slip into bed beside me, smelling of sex. We would snuggle and spoon, falling asleep to the unmistakable scent of pussy that was not her own.
So I knew our days were numbered, just as I knew that the thaw was coming, and with it spring. Before very long the shirtless dudes of summer would emerge with their undulant torsos. And because I am weak, they would seduce me. They would pose, preen and I would fall. It was sure to happen. As sure as Dawn's butt burrowed into my belly it would happen. Helpless, weak-kneed, I would tumble like a bug into their tangled web.
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