Thanks once again for the comments...I just may get the hang of this yet!
Okay, this is the warning I will always give...If reading about sex between two men isn't your thing, or is against the law where you live, stop here. If you are underage, well that goes for you too...and as always remember that safe sex is the way to go...that said, this is a figment of my wild imagination ....or is it?? You decide.
You know how it is...once you've found something you enjoy you just have to have it..well the same was going on with me now. I had tasted the fruit, so to speak, of having sex with another man..and I wanted more..I'm sure we all have had this craving...Sure finding that one to be true with is the thing we want..but it's the finding him that's fun..you know. Well that was me.
I rode by his house for three straight days now, Tony..but no car in the driveway...That first day I was sore...or I should say my butt was sore...his cock had danced inside me, filling me with his manly essence. But had he been there and wanted me then I would have done it...I wanted it bad! How bad?? Well...I had snagged an old well worn handle from a roller, a wooden one..I had cleaned it well and yes..I was fucking myself with it..wishing it was Tony...Tony was in his forties...he stood close to six feet tall, his chest was broad and somewhat hairy...his belly, well he had this beer belly but he was fit...and just below his belly button there was this trail of hair that got thicker the farther it went down..until it melted into his thick pubes...he kept them sort of trimmed, but they still tickled my nose when I had his wonderful cock in my mouth...his seven inch love muscle that fit perfect in my mouth, and in my ass..and his balls..they hung low until he was ready...then those beauties would draw up and his cock would swell a bit more until his thick cum exploded out...I had already tasted him twice and I really like his taste..not bitter nor sweet...mine was tart..I had taken to not leaving a mess in some sock, or towel...no..I figured I should never waste it..even if it was tart. Me, I was just 19 at this time.. a skinny kid of 150 pounds and standing 6 foot 2...My hair was just past my shoulders..my mom always called it 'dirty blond'. I had a chest, well somewhat..I had pecs but not big..my nipples I had found out were a source of pleasure...when the only two men I had been with played with them I went into a sex craving..I guess you could say it made me a slut! My belly was flat..almost a six pack, and a slight trail into my bush...I had trimmed it to sort of look like Tony...but it looked funny to me...but it made my cock look bigger, well maybe. I had, and still have only five and three quarters inches when fully hard (and at the age I am now it's more like five because it's barely fully hard anymore..hard yes, but not rock hard as in my youth) and then there's my ass...that bubble butt you see on running backs or wide receivers...but with my tiny waist, back then anyways, well both Martin, my first, and Tony..the one I was missing, found it very desirable to fuck...and I found I liked it!!!
But now, I was wanting Tony to be home..I was doing more looking at work, oh I saw a bunch but I had learned quickly a quick glance was enough, and then riding home, passing his empty driveway, I resigned myself to another night of using my new toy and jacking myself...At least I could taste myself! But this time, after working past closing to finish stocking and cleaning..then riding by and seeing it empty..I know I said that before...I decided I wanted a Coke...and rode to the store at the end of my street...Yeah, that one. When I called Tony that first time I had done so at the corner store, thinking I was somewhat safe from prying ears, but failed to notice the small open window just past the payphone...and the man that was always there it seemed, well it was his store...was smiling, and at check out I had seen the window..and knew he knew...and is comment was always in my head..."I'll have a deposit for you." Back then all bottles had a deposit on them...but he was meaning something else..And as I rode into the parking lot, I knew he was there..and he knew I was there...he was at the door getting ready to close...it was 11pm..I told you this was a small town in Texas!!
I should have just left but something besides wanting that Coke made me pull my bicycle onto the front walk, as he held the door open and told me I had just made it...and then after the door closed I heard the keys in the lock...he was closed for business...but not for everything...I made my way to the cooler, half scared but not really concerned..but I could see his image in the glass doors, a few feet behind me...and he spoke before I opened the door...asking me if I wouldn't mind helping him change a light in the storeroom..I turned and with my newly practiced quick glance, said sure...Kenneth...the name tag hanging on his shirt, held one hand out towards a door, and the other towards me and as I past him it trailed on my lower back...I heard that low moan...
Mr. Ken, as he told me he liked being called, showed me light to be changed as I took in the sight of him...Shorter than Tony, maybe five foot ten..he was a heavy man, I wasn't good at weight but I would guess maybe 230...his belly hung over the top of his pants...but his hands..they caught my attention...I had felt them on my back, I had seen them a bunch at the counter..but now I noticed his fingers were thick..and the third finger on his left hand had a ring...but I was excited. He hadn't mentioned anything, no, all he had done was smile, and placed his hand on the small of my back..and I could feel the heat from it..He told me to just hold the step stool while he climbed it and changed the bulb...No, it was then that I knew for certain my excitement was well founded!!!
Those baggy pants he was wearing I couldn't really see a bulge, not anytime before...but now he was standing on the step stool and not only could I tell, but I could see as well...I guess while I was not paying attention he had unzipped almost totally...and now his crotch was right there, maybe a foot away from my face as he was talking now, making it very clear of what I had only thought..."Interesting, the things you hear people talking about on that phone..buy stuff they shouldn't...or telling someone what they enjoyed doing for them...and what they were going to do for them." Mr. Ken was making it clear..."Yeah, I guess sometimes it pays to remind people that if they want something to stay quiet, well they need to pay a price...Don't you agree?" I was now looking up at him as I told him I agreed...then glanced forward, then back up...then leaned forward...
Mr. Ken let out another one of those low moans again as I closed the gap...and he even reached in to make sure I fully understood...I was now face to..well I guess a cock has a face...it has a head!!! And Mr. Ken's head had about a half inch of loose skin over his head..as his hand reached for the back of my head a drew me in... I can tell you now I don't really care for an uncut cock, but at this time Mr. Ken was the first..and close to the last I ever sucked...but for now..The flavor of him was something that made my own cock twitch hard several times...Maybe it was just where I was...just half a block from home..in the store most all my friends came to..and there I was, with Mr.Ken's belly hitting my forehead as my mouth was sucking his cock! No, the taste wasn't good..in fact not good at all...but the excitement was still an overload to me..and that twitching in my pants began to feel very wet against my balls..I had just cum in my pants! Mr. Ken, however was just now getting really hard...as he was telling me how sweet my "little sweet cock sucking mouth felt on his fucking cock." as he was more like fucking my face than me sucking him..But I moaned a yes to him..that I was his cock sucker at the moment..But it was short lived..
He pulled me off his cock as my suction was at it's highest..there was a loud pop as he broke free...He made his way to a chair at a small desk and sat, dragging me with him..and then telling me as he had a hold of the now large wet spot on my jeans, that he wanted some of this too...Now this was sort of new!! I felt him tugging and shoving as he got my jeans and underwear down...then leaning in taking me totally in his mouth all at once...with one hand wrapped around me, pulling me tight..That deep moan he had made my nuts spasm once again...maybe I was just imagining it but I know I wasn't inside his mouth even a full minute when my knees almost gave way..and I would have fell had it not been for his thick finger pushing me towards his mouth...it was buried to the knuckle inside my ass, hooked in and pressing my prostrate, milking what ever I had into his mouth...Then in the next moment I was on my knees..and resuming the job at hand..
His cock solid now was thick, the skin pulled back and showing the mushroom shaped head of his cock...purple and a long drop leaking from it..."That's it...suck Mr.Ken off...suck harder you sweet meat..." he was using his hands now to 'help me' suck him..In a way I was so into it...here I was almost being made to suck him, but wanting it more..this would be something that I've enjoyed most of the time since..but then it was all new...and it seemed the more tried, the more he talked.."Man..You love sucking Mr. Ken, don't cha...That's it...take it son...make Mr. Ken real happy now....Reach in there and hold my balls...mmmm.Damn your mouth is so sweet!" And the more he talked the harder I tried to please him!! His balls...Oh man they felt huge!! I so remember thinking how heavy they felt, as I could feel them drawing closer..each nut was larger than a walnut!! And when I felt his cock swell inside my mouth and even feel like it grew longer..I knew he was there..And he told me so.."That's it cock sucker...here's the reward for a fine job...you better treat it like gold and not spill a drop of Mr. Ken's milk...Oh man...such a sweet cocksucker...so much better...yeah milk me..make sure you got it all...work that shaft." Man I thought I was going to fucking drown!! I guess now I know why the say average...well I really learned it in school but I knew of this example!! It was like he had not cum in years or something..His cum wasn't spurting as much as it was flowing out!! Thick, creamy, long hard spurt after spurt...Each one a full mouthful of tasty cum!! And try as I did I had a line of his cum from the corner of my mouth and down my shirt...to the large puddle between my knees..nope , not his cum...mine!!! I was jacking myself..I had to..My cock was hurting because it was so hard...the way he was talking to me as he really just fucked my face..just like Tony had fucked my ass, making it his...Mr. Ken was laying claim to my mouth!!
I sat back on my feet as Mr. Ken stood up...dragging his cock across my face as he did..smiling down at me..."You,re a fine cock sucker....I think you and I will be good friends from here on out...Yeah I'm sure gonna enjoy feeding that mouth....Now go clean up some a grab a Coke...you earned it." My knees hurt from the concrete floor..and in the harsh bare light in the cramped bathroom I was looking at my face...my lips red from the suction..a trail of cum down the left side of my chin..the stain on my shirt..and the wet spot on my jeans...and the once again half hard cock in my pants!! I had cum three time in just thirty minutes and I was boning up again from seeing what I looked like...as I wiped the cum streak toward my mouth and in..tasting him..the funk still in my nose...He'd teach me about that soon enough...The door opening..his heavy face appearing to my right..his hands on my ass as he ground his thickened crotch over my ass..." Yeah...Mr. Ken thinks he's gonna love getting into this tight ass...and you're gonna love it..aren't you my little sweet mouthed cunt? Yeah sluts like you love it.." And I found myself pushing back against him..and heard myself answering back to him yes...whenever he wants it..The phone ringing snapped us both out of our trance, Mr. Ken's step a bit quicker than before, like he was a man a bit lighter..like he had taken a load off..well or had one taken off him!! I grabbed my Coke and was at the door..I heard a few 'dears' thrown in his soft talking..but there was no mistaking his actions at the door....His hand gripping my ass.."Monday night..closing time...be ready to give it up." and then he slapped my ass hard as I walked by..and then the warn Texas night air was in my face..and a large bulge in my damp pants...And a fresh burp from the long draw on the Coke gave me the taste of Mr. Ken once again as I walked my bike up the street towards home...thinking of what I had just done..then of Tony. Could I really enjoy both?? And what about that funky taste of Mr. Ken's uncut cock?? Did I want him...one side of my said no..but the other was twitching..almost winking..yes..you know you want him inside..Monday was three more days...Maybe Tony would be home tomorrow and he'll make me forget it...yeah I don't think so..can you believe how much Mr. Ken came?? I bet it was almost a quarter cup!!! Think of how hot it would feel...deep inside..Yeah I'll be there...I climb the stairs to my room..and fall into bed..happy..hard..hoping TOny would be home...and wondering how Mr. Ken will feel in here..as I run my finger over my hole as I fall into a deep and satisfied sleep...dreaming of...more..
Well...I hope I'm getting better..Am I staying on track...is there something more you want to hear...remember this just might be a figment of my imagination...or it may be what happened..you tell me..