Almost every Saturday morning for the past year, Michael, a forty-three year
old neighbor comes to me for a blowjob. He is a man that considers himself to be
straight, but has no problems letting me suck his cock. His excuse is that he
always goes out on Saturday nights and because he has a problem with premature
ejaculation, he counts on me to take some of the urgency away so he can last
longer when he finally get a a woman in bed.
Michael discovered my interest in sucking cock one afternoon when our next
door neighbor's house was aflame. I didn't know him very well, but because it
was such an urgent matter, he ended up letting himself in through our back gate
to warn me that my house may be in danger also. My lover, Tommy and I were in
the hot tub with one of Tommy's young tricks at the time and the three of us
were oblivious to anything outside of our own little world. I was sitting on one
of the spa seats sucking the boy-cock of an eighteen year old that had spent the
night with us. Behind the boy was my lover, Tommy, with his eight inch cock up
the boy's ass.
That's how Michael found us. I don't know how long he watched before he
finally yelled out "FIRE," but when he did, it scared the hell out of all three
of us. All three of us jumped in separate directions, more because there was a
stranger in our back yard than because of the fire warning. Normally, the gate
would have been secured, but we had left it unlocked so that our gay pizza
delivery boy could let himself in without disturbing us.
Michael didn't hang around. He was probably more embarrassed than any of us,
but our mood changed quickly and we got dressed and went out to the street to
watch the fire department put the fire out. I don't think our home was ever
threatened, but later when Tommy took his little trick back to the spa, I went
to Michael's to thank him for the warning.
Michael invited me in and offered me a beer. I don't usually drink beer, but
I accepted, wanting to check Michael's demeanor. I wasn't sure if he was going
to panic and tell everyone in the neighborhood about the queers living on the
street. I did know that he could make our lives miserable if he were some kind
of homophobic that thought that we would be spreading man to man sex throughout
the community.
I quickly learned that he was embarrassed. He was apologetic. He made it
clear that he was straight but that he believed in our right to live our gay
lifestyle if that's what we wanted to do. We ended up talking about a half dozen
subjects and after a second beer, I decided it was time to go. I thanked him for
coming by to warn us and apologized for causing him such embarrassment.
It wasn't until the next week on a Saturday morning that he saw me washing my
car in the driveway that he approached me and asked me if I'd please come over
to his place. I agreed to go. We walked in silence to his house but when we got
there he said, "Do you like sucking cock a lot?"
I was taken back, but stammered that 'yes,' that's what gay men do.
"Have you ever sucked a black cock?" he asked.
Again, I was cautious, but decided to answer him honestly. "Yes. More than
once. They're a lot like white cocks," I joked.
"Would you suck mine?" he asked boldly.
I looked him over. He was in his forties, sexy, neat looking except for a
scruffy little goatee and mustache. "Yeah. Right now?" I asked.
"Yeah, right now," he said as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped and dropped his
pants. He had no underwear and his black cock was hanging there flaccid, thick cut
and very pretty.
"Do you want to sit down for this? If you'd rather stand, may I sit down?"
I
asked, pointing at a kitchen chair. "Yeah. You sit," he said. I sat down in front of him and he stepped closer and I took his cock in my
mouth. I skinned it back. It's flavor was a little strong. He had been mowing
his grass and cutting some bushes. He probably hadn't showered yet. But, his
cock was growing erect in my mouth, a feeling that I really love. As it swelled,
it grew in length and circumference and soon, it was jabbing at my throat.
I was disappointed when he grunted loudly and fed me his morning load.
He pulled back immediately and started to pull his pants up.
"Listen Michael. This is a mutual adventure. It's supposed to be good for
both of us. I don't like having you pull away while you're still dribbling your
cum all down your leg," I said.
He looked confused as he stood up straight again. Finally, he said,
"Uh...okay...you want to keep sucking?" he asked softly.
"I want to clean up the mess we made. That way, you can put it back in your
pants, get on with your work and you won't have a big wet spot in front from the
cum that's gonna leak out. I mean, if I'm gonna do this, I want it all," I
giggled.
Michael let me take his cock back in my mouth. I licked it and even held his
balls in my hand as I licked some dribble from them. I discovered some on his
leg and lapped it up. He didn't make an effort to stop me until I sat up in my
chair and said, "Thank you Michael. That was really hot."
He stammered as he said, "No! Thank you. It was me that wanted it."
"Not really. I wanted it too. You're just the guy that asked me to do it. I
hope I did okay," I said.
"OKAY? SHIT MAN, I NEVER HAD A BLOWJOB FROM A DUDE BEFORE BUT YOU'RE BETTER
THAN ANY WOMAN," he said loudly.
"Thanks, Michael. I take pride in doing a good job," I chuckled.
Afterward, he invited me for another beer and that was when he told me about
his premature ejaculation issue. I'm not sure if it helps him or not, but a year
later, I'm still sucking his cock but he's coming to my house because I'm not
always there and Tommy takes care of him if I'm gone.
Reggie Huf31
Having warm cum splash on my tongue or against the roof of my mouth is almost
enough to make me cum. I loved Jared's load because it spewed out so forcefully
and nearly filled my mouth. I swallowed some of it, but I kept some under my
tongue as I continued to suck. It wasn't until he told me to lick it nice and
clean that I swallowed the rest of his load and licked him until he was
satisfied. Jared stood up and began putting his clothes back on as I stood back,
watching and trying to adjust my underwear to accommodate my own hard piece.
Quincy B
"Hey Sergent! Get me more food." I turned around and it was lieutenant
Blaxton. Just an asshole from the 2nd battalion. He comes by to play cards at
the officers table.
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So at during the week, I saw Jermaine a few more times and he would smile and
stare. I felt he was gay, but at other times I would see him making out with
this really good looking cheerleader. Maybe he just liked my car, or thought I
was rich and was trying to use me or something, but I enjoyed the attention.
That Friday I decided to go to the football game with a couple of my female
friends and scope out the guys. I saw Jermaine after they won the game 38-7 and
he had taken his helmet off. His body looked amazing in that white and blue
uniform, and I loved looking at his crotch, where his cup was covering his
prized possession. It looked pretty big from my perspective, but there was only
one way to know for sure. I headed down with the girls and we stood near their
locker room and all enjoyed watching them walk around with their shirts off. The
girls mentioned how hot Jermaine was and I told them how I was falling for him
and they talked about how we could share him, and we just laughed.
