Cock Sucking -- Part 3
Many years later, from Part 2, my work situation was that I could have a regular day off in the month; and I used that day, sometimes, to visit a sauna in Sydney during the Lunch time Happy Hour!
For almost one hour the place would be packed. So, one had to pick the right times to be there. An example was that the Happy Hour was from 12 to 1pm. At 2pm, almost empty.
Arriving just before 12 was the best and taking advantage of all the early office workers who wanted to: get in, get off and get out.
On this particular day in mind, I was cruising around the glory hole area for some sucking. The design was that the one giving the blow-job stood lower than the one receiving the blow-job. You could also `hang around' to see who went into which cubicle and if you were quick, get them.
Due to the darkness and my not always being good in the dark, I sometimes missed a good opportunity. So, it was a bit of pot luck.
I could have it all lined up and no-one else is around and just as I got going to the right matching cubicle, someone from out of the blue steps forward and takes MY cubicle. Bastards!!!
Finally, I got to get my lips around a long and thick cock. This was not just a fantasy in my mind. This guy had a long thick cock. I have mentioned the word monster cock' before, but this was extra monster'. Haaaaa!!
But I couldn't seem to keep him. He moved in and out. This practice of trying to find the hottest guy, the best arse, the best mouth. It was annoying the crap out of me. But to be fair, I was sure that others could have given a better head-job than me.
I had almost given up and thought just go home'. But the normal thing was just one last round'.
Bingo!
I wasn't even trying and next thing this `extra monster' was poked through the hole.
I can only try and describe what it was like.
I was hot in this cubicle.
He didn't thrust and seemed quite happy to let me do what I was doing.
I spat onto his knob and then did my very best to deep-throat him.
My eyes were watering. Huge long cock. Not coke can size but huge.
Beautiful big balls.
I worked hard as I did not want him leaving, but he was staying.
Now remember that I had been a gagger and was not so much a gagger now but even so... this was long... I took that big knob and shaft down into my throat the first time and popped my tonsils.
My cock was rock hard. I dare not stroke myself as I wanted to give Him the most attention.
My breathing was erratic. This was total sensuous overload for me.
But I also get bored easily.
I am sucking and slurping and feeling his massive balls with my hands and thinking `for goodness sake man, cum already!!'. But also wanting it to last forever. Wanting him to fuck me. In the end I relaxed and kept the pace up.
At this point, I was still not used to having cum in my mouth. I tried to avoid this.
I am sucking this big cock. He is moaning and groaning and I am still in heaven.
But it all changed very quickly. I realised he was about to blow his load.
No!! I can't have cum in my mouth.
So, what do I do?
There was only one thing to do and I did it.
I swallowed that cock totally down my throat. I felt my throat muscles widen to accommodate the thickness and length. The knob was down. The shaft was down and my nose was against his pubic hairs. I could hardly breathe. But I had done it. Finally.
Then he blew.
Another first. I felt his cock pulsating as he shot what seemed to be load after load after load down my throat. My nose is still against his pubic hair. His cock expands with each load. I was fascinated. I had never experienced this before. It was sweating. I was insatiable. Just give it to me. More, more, more. I was swallowing his cum. Oh my god! I am gulping down loads of cum. I am breathing as he shoots cum down my throat. Gulping! Gulping! All that he had to offer. I thought my heart would burst through my chest. My cock was ready to explode.
I didn't think it would stop, this gulping. I never wanted it to stop. It was like gulping water down when one is really thirsty. You take as much as you can without thinking of the water dribbling down your chin or what you look like. Just get that liquid into you. But this was cum. Not a drop in my mouth, all down the back of my throat.
Then everything stopped.
He was finished.
His cock started to slide out of my throat.
As the knob came into my mouth, I licked it clean.
His cum tasted salty-sweet.
I heard him mumble a thank you, he left the cubicle.
I quickly got out of that cubicle as I wanted to see what he looked like.
He was about forty, handsome, tall, well-built and dressed for the office.
I had no idea if he was straight, bi or gay. I didn't care really.
Was he married? Single? Questions, questions, questions.
But, well hung -- to this day I think he had a minimum of ten inches.
In all my times back to the happy hour, I never spotted him again.
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