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Bill's Not-So-Secret Urge
(mb, MM+, pre-teen, cons, cum)
Written by and copyright 1999 Admiral Cartwright, a pseudonym. It is
intended solely for the entertainment of its audience. Any publication,
reproduction, retransmission or other use of the descriptions and accounts
of this story without the express written consent of Major League Baseball
is prohibited.
Unless, of course, you ask the author first (Email address provided below).
Distribution of this material or of any predecessor(s) for profit and/or
with this information abridged shall constitute a violation of copyright law
and may result in some serious shit.
(Warning: the following explicitly depicts sexual activity which may be
frowned upon and/or illegal. Reading further constitutes your assertion that
you are mature enough to understand and accept the nature of the material
hereinafter, and the author assumes no responsibility for your repressions.)
Chapter One
Bill sat trembling in the video booth, even as he stared with wanton lust at
the eight-inch cock not a foot from his face. This was, after all, what he
was here for.
It had been years since Bill's last tryst with another man. Bill was married
with two beautiful children, and had a wonderful sex life at home. Yet, he'd
been missing something; and there was absolutely no doubt in his mind what.
His wife knew of Bill's urges and marveled at how well he had suppressed
them over the last ten years. He'd told her the truth before they were
married, and had promised he'd never stray without asking first. She knew
she didn't have the equipment to satisfy that lust, and had told him she
understood.
Tonight, he'd asked. Tonight, she'd given him a kiss and her blessing. Now,
he was here, at the local adult video arcade, with another man's throbbing
cock begging for his hot mouth and the release it would bring. Bill and the
nameless, handsome young man in the next booth had taken turns peeking at
each other though a small hole between the booths just minutes ago, watching
as the other massaged his member to its full hardness and length. Now, they
were in the same booth and ready for what Bill so hungrily wanted.
And yet, he couldn't help being nervous.
A wave of memories overcame him as he ogled that beautiful rod, its single
`eye' seemingly staring a hole right back through him. Bill could remember
the first instant he knew he was irreversibly bisexual.
It wasn't when he used his little brother for `kissing practice', though he
supposed he should have seen it then. It was the neighbor boy. Alan, at all
of 12 years old, was so fucking beautiful that Bill - at 17 - knew exactly
what he wanted: Alan's hard, young body and the bulge that was all too
noticeable for his age.
Of course, it didn't hurt that Bill had just split up with his girlfriend at
the time and was horny as all hell.
Bill had broken the ice with his young neighbor by inviting him over to look
at some magazines he'd ordered by forging his father's signature. Bill lived
with his divorced mother and figured dad would never know. He also figured
it was an offer Alan would not refuse.
He was right on both counts.
The teen and pre-teen would lie on Bill's bed facing each other looking at
the pictures. Bill brought out only the straight mags first; worried that
too much, too soon, would scare off the boy. But the 12-year-old was more
bold than Bill had expected: it was only their second time together that
Alan actually pulled his dick out of his shorts and started jacking off...
right in front of Bill!
No invitation was needed anymore, and Bill quickly followed suit. Now's my
chance, he thought, as he brought a couple of gay mags out and mixed them in
with the others.
Alan had looked at one, fascinated by pictures of men sucking cock and
fucking each other. His eyes widened at first, but soon a new expression
would cross his beautiful boyish features. He fucking loves it, Bill had
said to himself.
"I will if you will," Bill remembered saying, with a gleam in his eye. He
had rejoined his young friend on the bed after retrieving the mags, this
time facing Alan's crotch. He could clearly see for the first time the few
hairs sprouting just above the most gorgeous six-inch cock he'd ever seen -
not that he'd seen many up close yet. But Alan clearly was built for his age
and, evidently, had the chutzpa to back it up.
As if to prove it, Alan had moved closer to Bill's seven-inch dick, but then
stopped. A moment's hesitation; Bill believed he'd better move fast. He'd
leaned forward himself and started licking the tip of Alan's cock, sending
an electric charge through the boy.
Alan had lost his boldness for the moment, tentatively reaching for Bill's
cock with only his hand at first. Bill then let the head of Alan's prick
slide between his lips and back out. The boy hadn't stopped him yet, so the
teen enveloped more than half of Alan's jerking cock into his mouth and slid
gently back, then sucked in a bit deeper.
It was the first time ever that Alan had felt anything so good! Bill's
inexperienced mouth was learning fast and sending chills through the boy's
entire being. If it feels this good, the 12-year-old had thought, it must be
okay.
Alan, too, would learn very quickly.
Chapter Two
Bill was staring now at the eight-inch wonder almost touching his lips. He'd
learned a lot about how to please a man since his first experience with
Alan. Later sessions with his young neighbor taught him how to deep-throat,
and just how fucking good it feels!
The get-togethers had taught him the meaning of true passion. The boys would
make a game of their lovemaking, literally playing with each other and
experimenting with what felt good. Their favorite was a variation of `Cop
and Robber': Bill would watch for Alan coming down the street and hide in a
bush in the front yard. Emerging at the right moment, Bill would yell
"Freeze!" and `order' the boy to `assume the position' against the wall.
Of course, that merely was an excuse for Bill to feel every inch of Alan's
athletic young body; slowly, almost painfully, making his way eventually to
the boy's already pulsing cock.
The two then would find a measure of privacy behind a large bush and `69'
until each was drawn taut with a mind-blowing orgasm.
As a result, the sessions also had taught Bill something even more
important: he was addicted to cum!
Bill remembered the first time Alan actually blew his nut in his mouth. The
boy's first orgasms were dry, yet powerful. But the regular stimulation from
Bill's mouth and throat may have helped Alan's young balls grow up; and,
suddenly, one mutual suck session ended with a mouthful of the boy's first
ejaculation! The hot, creamy liquid at first had caught Bill by surprise -
he'd stopped sucking for a second then, regaining his senses, jacked Alan's
cock up and down with just the head in his mouth.
It was a lot of cum for Alan's first time, and Bill actually felt proud for
the boy. So much so, he'd opened his mouth to show Alan the result of his
orgasm. Impossibly, the 12-year-old started shooting all over again; this
time, Bill had caught it with his mouth open and his tongue out. Alan seemed
to like that a lot, shooting several more squirts before finally collapsing
on the bed.
Bill soon would learn that his young neighbor was not the only one who
enjoyed watching.
The handsome man in his late 20s now standing next to Bill reached down and
fondled his throbbing seven-inch cock and, finally, the involuntary
shivering stopped. The long meat staring him in the face had softened
slightly, and now the tip was pointing slightly down, betraying the upward
bend which accompanied the man's full erection. Bill turned his attention
back to matters before him and slid the tip of that beautiful cock into his
mouth.
It was eight seconds before the intentionally slow pace of Bill's sucking
brought his lips to the base of the eight-inch prick throbbing at his very
touch. That was another trick Bill had learned over the years, and it had
served him well. Many of his partners had said he was the best cocksucker
they'd ever known.
Bill used the tip of his tongue to tickle the sensitive underside of his new
lover's dick as he slowly slid all eight inches back out of his mouth. He
swallowed the whole thing once again, using his tongue to lick the man's
balls while his long dong was in the back of his throat. THAT did it; his
newest `sucker' was fully hard again, pointing up, and Bill began to gag. He
couldn't take more than six inches that way.
A `69' would be perfect, Bill thought to himself, knowing that was not
possible in the booth. He remembered his all-time favorite `69', and how
nervous he had been to learn that a man of whom he thought like a brother
wanted him in bed!
David was an adventurous young man, and a very horny one at that. Bill once
had walked in on him and a girlfriend at a mutual friend's house, as David
slowly pumped her juicy teen pussy right on the edge of the bathroom sink!
David always had thought himself straight until a much older man
propositioned him, for pay! He was not prepared for how much he'd actually
enjoy the experience.
Bill by then was in his late 20s and fully comfortable with his sexuality.
Then David had opened up to him, and it was like his first time all over
again.
The men had showered, and Bill was stalling, trying to think of something -
ANYthing - to do to pass some time. David was having none of it, finally
grabbing Bill's towel and exposing his flaccid penis.
"What's wrong?" David had asked. Bill couldn't hide it anymore: "You're like
a brother to me, man. I don't fuck with my brother." Not beyond their
youthful play, anyway.
David had smiled when he heard what he'd expected, and said Bill was like a
brother to him, too. "It doesn't bother me, does it?"
The barrier was broken.
Chapter Three
Bill had slid onto the bed and the men wasted no time enveloping each
other's manhood. David's cock was impressive: nine inches long, it was no
bigger around than Bill's. Long, and narrow, with a slight upward turn to
its jerking hardness, it aimed right for the throat in the `69' position.
Bill sucked it to the base and found to his amazement that he could keep it
there indefinitely without gagging! David's beautiful big prick felt as if
it had belonged there!
David had moaned his approval and slurped greedily on Bill's dong, taking
all seven inches he had to offer. Bill was sucking very slowly,
intentionally giving his friend as much pleasure on each stroke as he could.
David's meat popped from Bill's mouth and the older of the two flicked his
tongue along the sensitive underside, craning his neck to reach two very
happy balls.
What the hell was I waiting for, Bill had thought, enjoying every inch of
David's prick, sliding it slowly in and out, all nine inches at a time,
every time, until the younger man could hold back no more.
Jets of hot cum lined Bill's throat, and a little in his mouth on the
outstroke. It had tasted good, but it always seemed to shoot into his throat
instead of where he could enjoy it. David soon got every drop of Bill's cum
in his mouth, and he gratefully swallowed the load.
Bill would resolve himself to correct that oversight next time.
The men had rested awhile, talking like the lifelong friends they were.
David told Bill about his few gay experiences, and how much he'd enjoyed
them. He especially loved to fuck, he had said.
By that time Bill enjoyed being fucked, but was not too fond of doing the
same; for whatever reason, it just didn't feel right. But David now was
rolling over to expose his nether pucker, and Bill went for it.
It had slid in too easily, Bill remembered, and felt better than anyone
else's ass by far! After several minutes he'd asked his friend to return the
favor. David's nine-inch cock had slid into his own rectum far too smoothly,
too, and the men fucked until David's wad coated Bill's inner walls and his
own shot high into the air and landed in his face. He couldn't remember ever
emptying his balls with so much force!
Two hot, big balls were the target of Bill's attention now, jerking up
slightly at the touch of his tongue. He watched that huge cock just above
his face for any sign of softening slightly, so he could take its entire
length again. It obliged.
Bill ran his tongue slowly up the underside to the tip of the beautiful
boner before him and again slid all eight inches slowly down his throat. The
man attached to that cock moaned, and it was all too soon that the big prick
grew to full hardness again.
If I'm lucky, Bill thought, he'll let me do what I did for David the second
time we'd gotten together.
The young men had seen each other several times since that day in Bill's
apartment, but had acted like the friends they always were. Perhaps both
needed to prove they still could be. But Bill practically attacked David the
next time they were completely alone.
Bill had knelt before David during his gentle assault on his nine-inch
prick, managing maybe seven from that angle. David didn't care, it felt too
fucking good to have Bill's talented mouth on his meat again.
This time Bill had known when his friend was ready to cum, and began jacking
him off. Bill opened his mouth wide and touched his tongue just under the
head of David's cock. The younger man's eyes had bulged: Oh my God, he's
going to let me watch!
The first gob of the creamy white stuff hit the back of Bill's throat and
dribbled onto his tongue. The second hit the front teeth and landed on top
of the first. A third jet flooded Bill's tongue and the fourth some more. It
seemed to keep coming until the pink of the tongue below was no longer
visible, coated with hot cum, and still it kept coming.
David's orgasm had been almost too strong to keep watching as more and more
of his thick sperm filled Bill's mouth; it was lucky for him that the wall
was holding him up! Finally the spasming stopped, and Bill leaned back
slightly to show his mouth half full with David's cum!
Bill had smiled at the look of exhausted bliss on his friend's face; but he
wasn't quite finished, making a show of swallowing it all and opening his
now empty mouth for David to see.
"Holy fuck," David had said. He'd nearly passed out, just barely keeping his
wits about him. It was almost too much!
As it turned out, it also would be their swan song: Bill would move shortly
afterwards and never see David again.
Chapter Four
"Don't take this wrong," his newest partner began, "but that feels better
when I'm slightly soft."
"I'm not surprised," Bill responded. "I can take it all the way down my
throat like that. It's too bad we can't lie down in here." The man grunted
his understanding and didn't complain when Bill left his crotch and arose to
kiss the good-looking young stranger.
Bill had to resist the urge to ask his partner to fuck him. After all, he
wanted the man's hot cum in his mouth, and wasn't too fond of the taste the
good fucking would leave behind. Good fucking, Bill repeated to himself; he
suddenly remembered his first was anything but.
The man he had met on the public bus was interested in more than a mutual
sucking. The two had left the bus close to Bill's home but the
then-18-year-old still lived with his mother and younger brother at the time
and was not about to take this man to their house.
A service-station restroom would have to do, and the men began sucking each
other again until the older man turned Bill around and leaned him over the
back of the toilet.
The sudden, sharp pain was overwhelming as the man violated Bill's virgin
ass without so much as a warning. Bill screamed, and the man fortunately was
no rapist. "Give it a few seconds, it'll be okay," he had said. Bill managed
through tears to beg him to take it out, and he soon was given his relief.
"I've never done that before," Bill had cried. The man truly was sorry, and
his once-proud erection was gone. He then apologized, and simply vanished
forever.
It would be several years before Bill trusted anyone to try that again.
Bill and his new partner enjoyed a lingering kiss and, as vividly as if it
were yesterday, he could recall his first time kissing another man.
He'd heard stories about the local bowling alley. Hilo Bowl had a `problem'
with gay men virtually taking over its restroom and management had decided
to remove the doors to the stalls, figuring no one would dare try what they
couldn't hide.
Boy, were they wrong!
The sex was hotter than ever there, what with the restroom walls covered in
black tiles. SHINY black tiles. The decorator might as well have dispensed
with the pretense and just used mirrors!
Any man who wanted a blow job or to give one - or both - simply had to get
himself hard and open his legs, and the man in the next stall could see
every inch as if it were right in front of him. Standing up was the only
signal the man next to someone would need. Even men simply taking care of
business would get an eyeful, like it or not.
It seemed that men always were kissing, sucking, being sucked, watching, or
all of the above at any given moment. Virtual orgies were common, and the
smell of fresh cum often permeated the place.
Almost no one ever had been caught, either; each end of the room featured a
double set of doors, so anyone walking in would make an obvious noise before
the inner door opened, alerting the occupants that they were to retreat into
the stalls.
It was there Bill would meet the man to whom he would trust his ass. Don was
in his late forties, but the fitness freak still was a looker. Bill and Don
had sucked each other off one day and Bill had found a seat in the coffee
shop to kill some time before he had to leave for work. Don joined him at
the counter, and soon the men talked for the first time. Don was interested
in taking Bill home and having a real encounter; not the brief, impersonal
suck session in the next room.
Don frankly wanted to fuck. Bill had related his only experience to date,
and his reservations. Don had known exactly what to say; his joy of fucking
eclipsed only by his love for virgin ass. "I want the experience to be as
pleasant for you as for me," he'd soothed. "I've never hurt anyone, even
when I was his first. If you feel even a little pain, I'll stop."
Those words were almost a salve, and Bill had agreed to meet Don the next
day. He wouldn't be sorry.
Chapter Five
The memory caused Bill involuntarily to squeeze his new lover's tight ass,
and their kiss took on a bit more urgency. It was as if Bill even now could
feel Don's cock in his ass, some 20 years later.
The older man's six-incher had been adequate, if not impressive. It was a
beauty, flatter along its top than most Bill had seen, and straight as an
arrow. Its head was bigger around than the shaft, and Bill had been having
second thoughts about giving his ass away. Don again was soft-spoken and
soothing. The two then shared Bill's first same-sex kiss, feeling each
other's bodies with gentle hands.
Bill then was turned face down on the bed, his head on one pillow, the other
under his hips. Don's gentle massage with his hands and tongue was relaxing,
to say the least. Bill had felt a finger gently pass his sphincter, probing
in and out slowly. So far, so good.
Massaging his young charge with his free hand, Don placed a second finger,
already well lubed, to Bill's nether entrance, and slid it slowly inside.
Bill was relaxed almost to the point of sleep, and Don knew he was ready.
Planting gentle kisses along the younger man's back, Don eased his body up
until the head of his cock touched Bill's pucker. Very slowly, with even
pressure, the head slipped past the ring which had complained so bitterly
the last time it had been violated. Another inch, then another... Bill still
fully relaxed. This is agreeable, he'd thought.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Bill finally had asked, "How far are you
in?" Don chuckled out loud: "All the way."
Bill had come around with a start. "No shit??!" "No shit."
It was incredible, the feelings which shot though Bill's very being for the
first time ever, and he'd loved it! Don had been as gentle as when he'd
begun, taking his time sliding all six inches in and out of Bill's rectum on
every stroke. It was so hot, but chills flowed from his ass to every nerve
ending in his body. Ironically, his sphincter was in heaven but his cock was
so hard it had hurt!
The older man finally came in Bill's ass some 10 minutes later, and Bill had
hiked himself up so Don could jerk him off at the same time. The wave
slammed hard into Bill, and he'd arched his back and looked straight at the
ceiling. He never saw it, though, only stars!
Bill remembered waking up sometime later, so grateful for his first real
experience getting fucked that he reached for Don's hardening cock to suck
it. The smell stopped him, though, and a warm washcloth had to be retrieved
so he could show properly just how thankful he was.
He was as thankful for the fresh, clean taste of the man's mouth now
exploring his as he was repulsed by that smell that day.
Bill had figured out how to fix that little problem once, using a
girlfriend's douche bottle to clean his intestines before visiting another
man he would meet at the bowling alley.
Drew was a handsome guy built very much like Bill, and with a cock that was
identical in length and girth. The two had been together a few times before,
and knew each other fairly well. A surprise still had been ahead, however.
A very slow, satisfying ass-fucking had Bill horny for a load of hot sperm,
and he'd asked Drew if he could suck him to completion. The `douching' had
worked, and Drew's cock came out of Bill's ass clean as a whistle. That was
when Drew dropped the bomb: no one ever had succeeded in sucking him off
without having to use his own hand.
Bill had smiled in spite of himself. It was a challenge! Prepare to meet the
first, he had thought as his mouth enveloped the hard meat.
His talent was matched only by his patience; he not only was willing, but he
enjoyed taking his time and getting his reward whenever it came. Bill's hot
mouth and wonderful tongue had worked their magic once more, and his love
for cream would not be denied.
Grateful, Drew had Bill lie back and sucked him as gently and patiently as
he'd received, and his mouth too was rewarded with a hot load, which he
swallowed effortlessly.
"You didn't have to do that because I did," Bill had said. "I wanted to,"
Drew answered. The two then kissed and fell asleep together.
Chapter Six
Bill broke off his kiss with the young man standing in his video booth, and
moved down to caress two muscular shoulders with his lips and his hot
breath. The man's nipples begged for attention, and Bill obliged with a
soft, rolling tongue. At the same time, Bill was watching for any sign that
the bigger man was softening slightly so he could take that eight-inch cock
to its pubic patch yet again. Some dicks were just too hard, pun intended,
to suck properly.
Drew's boyfriend had one such penis. Mike and Drew had become a couple when
the two men decided they wanted to be in a long-term relationship with one
guy. That, of course, meant Bill was out of that picture.
Or so he had thought.
Bill had a girlfriend at the time; he enjoyed both sexes, but preferred
long-term relationships with women. This one suddenly decided she didn't
like sharing his affections with anyone, male or otherwise. In an ironic
twist, she'd reached that decision after Bill had stopped seeing Drew. It
had meant that Bill would be left to search for a new apartment, but he
needed a place to crash in the meantime. Drew and Mike were kind enough to
accommodate him.
It was only two days later that Bill realized the men wanted more than just
a hand with the rent for a few days. The two had gone out of their way to be
naked and aroused whenever possible, even to the point of watching some very
hot videos right out in the living room. Bill had wondered what the hell
they were trying to prove; but he kept his cool, determined not to get
between two people he considered a `couple'.
Drew and Mike had excused themselves and left for bed, and Bill finally
pulled his aching prick from his pants and began to stroke it to the video
still playing, now for him alone. He'd then heard his name called from the
bedroom, and found his friends on their bed, playing with each other. "Would
you like to join us?"
Stunned, Bill had politely declined, and had to repeat three times his
desire to stay out of any situation where he might cause a breakup. Fuck,
he'd thought, why are they torturing me? But they hardly were finished, and
they were not going to accept no for an answer.
Within minutes, both men had come naked out of the bedroom and sat on a
couch. It took but a few seconds before Mike was sitting on the floor and
Drew's cock was sitting in his throat. Bill's attention had been diverted
from the video, and he'd tried to resume watching; but it was of no use.
Fuck it, he'd thought, and went to join in, reaching for Mike's pecker.
It was huge! Ten inches long and two of Bill's around, he'd found himself
stretching his jaw to the point where it hurt! Bill only could manage barely
half of Mike's mammoth meat, and it took several minutes before his facial
muscles would stop arguing.
Drew, in fact, had not been able to take Mike up the ass yet, that cock was
so big. Bill was game, though, and thought he'd at least try.
Stuffing a huge pillow under his hips - it'd worked before - Bill's ass had
stuck a foot up off the floor. Mike positioned his cockhead to Bill's
asshole and tried slowly to work it in. Barely the head had slipped past the
muscle and Bill jumped in obvious pain! This was not going to work.
Mike had been disappointed, but Bill resolved somehow to make it up to him.
Bill lay back on the carpet and Mike got into the `69' position above him.
Drew then gave Bill a wonderful show by sliding his seven-incher into Mike's
ass just above Bill's face!
What a fucking view!
Not surprisingly, Bill had come first. Mike jacked Bill off onto his own
belly, but Bill had other ideas. Just as Mike had begun to twitch, he'd
asked Drew to pull out. Coming with his ass full was just too painful for
the man with the massive cock. As it turned out, his balls didn't need the
extra stimulation.
Bill had let the head of that big dick pop out of his mouth and he was
jacking with his hand, pointing the fat member straight at his mouth. Bill
saw Drew watching and knew it was his turn to show off as a huge stream of
Mike's cum landed in its target. Another followed, and another, and another,
until at least five tablespoons had found Bill's mouth; when Mike finally
was spent, Drew took aim and Bill slapped Mike's ass to get his attention.
It was the other man's turn now to watch as Bill's mouthful of cum got even
bigger and hotter and creamier with every jet from Drew's jerking meat.
Drew had leaned forward then and Bill took all seven inches down his throat,
swallowing all that hot cum at the same time. Mike couldn't believe his
eyes! Bill had awakened a wanton desire in Mike that the two would share
again; as it had turned out, `the couple' DID split up when Mike had decided
he wasn't so committed to Drew after all.
Chapter Seven
Bill continued kissing his way down the younger man's body, thankful some of
these newer video booths were bigger than they used to be. It didn't seem so
long ago that one's dick was ALL you could touch.
Actually, they weren't `video' booths at all when Bill first discovered them
as a pickup spot. Sometimes, the tiny boxes barely accommodated one person
and the movie was only visible when the door was shut. The 8-millimeter film
was `looped' to run indefinitely through its individual projector; timed
for, maybe, two minutes for a quarter. It also meant you could watch only
the one movie playing in that booth.
Of course, that was assuming one actually was watching! Most often, two
adjacent booths would be occupied and nothing would be visible from outside;
the sounds of slurping or a slight rocking the only evidence betraying what
was going on thanks to a hole between the booths.
The glory days of `glory holes', Bill liked to call them; he'd never
encountered anything more impersonal than sticking your dick through a hole
and hoping to all hell that the man on the other side was NOT the owner of a
set of jagged teeth, or a mean streak!
Some of the men he'd encountered were there only for the nameless, faceless
cock or mouth that was there to give or receive a moment's pleasure.
Occasionally, though, Bill would find someone who used the booths only as an
introduction and wanted to go somewhere else for more. One such man was the
proud possessor of the longest penis he ever would see up close.
This man had sucked Bill for a few minutes before suggesting they take a
little drive. They talked for a few minutes while trying to find a dark,
secluded place to park. Bill had understood; finding a partner who'd left
someone at home hardly was uncommon.
What WAS uncommon was the first sight of that man's prick:
eleven-and-one-half-inches long! Holy shit, it's HUGE, Bill had thought. The
old joke sprang to mind how men come in three sizes: small, medium, and `Oh
my God, it's moving this way!' And yet, it was only slightly thicker than
Bill's and he'd wondered if his throat was up to the challenge.
In a `69' with his lover on top, Bill had tried gamely enough, but had
managed maybe nine inches, no more. It should go, he'd thought, if I can get
this far. His poor jaw was exhausted; his throat numb.
But Bill wasn't giving up.
Bill already had cum, thankfully lapped up by this young man with the
biggest cock by far Bill had experienced. He was a long-winded mother
fucker, too, and Bill was starting to think he wasn't going to shoot until
the impossible was accomplished. Somehow, Bill found his second wind and
doubled his efforts, craning his neck further up from the back seat of this
stranger's big car in a last gasp of sorts.
It had worked; ten inches made it down Bill's throat, then a little more,
and finally it bottomed out. YES! Bill said in silent triumph. That
oversized monster had slid out then back to the hilt only twice more when
its owner finally came into the recesses of Bill's throat.
He never got to taste a single drop of that explosion. More exhausted than
disappointed, though, Bill had overslept the next morning and almost lost
his job. He'd have to be more careful.
Only years later did Bill learn what careful REALLY meant.
Tracing a line down his new partner's hard abdomen, he arrived once more at
his target and it was ready. That beautiful rod was just soft enough once
again to swallow completely. Bill tried this time not to be too stimulating,
simply sliding his lips over the length of the long shaft until the big cock
disappeared completely into his mouth.
This time he kept the gentle sucking up for several minutes, the recipient
enjoying the wonderful sensation of sliding his plunger all the way into
Bill's silken throat while trying not to enjoy it too much. The feeling was
just too damned good to give up.
That's when Bill remembered why cum was something he'd have to give up.
Chapter Eight
He HAD given up the movie booths by then; preferring the somewhat more
personal setting of Hilo Bowl. He also was all too aware by then that casual
sex sometimes meant a death sentence.
Bill had tried to choose his partners a bit more carefully; he was drawn
especially to younger men who'd appeared just a bit nervous, as if it were
their first time. Although obsessed with cum, he was an intelligent man;
and, besides, sitting alone in a restroom stall waiting for the next
potential lover to come in often left plenty of time to think.
Men who did not swallow also were more likely to be healthy, and Bill had
taken advantage of that fact, too. Unfortunately, many such men were worried
that, had Bill caught something, they still could be infected by blowing wad
after wad of cum into HIS mouth. He would see several lovers only once who
he'd have enjoyed seeing again.
Sometimes Bill would swallow his cream prize, then pretend to spit it into
a wad of toilet paper, flushing it quickly down. Only one man ever caught
on. Bill never saw him again, either.
Drew and Mike still were around. The two had moved into separate apartments
by now, and out of the one they'd shared; it had taken Bill several months,
and a chance encounter with Drew at Hilo Bowl, to track them both down
again.
And yet, something about Drew had changed. His enthusiasm for lovemaking
seemed lost, and he no longer would swallow as Bill would swallow him. Drew
never stopped him, though, and Bill had been convinced that his friend
would say if something was amiss.
Mike was a different story. Now in his own apartment, the likeable young man
with the enormous cock had been as excited by Bill's talented tongue as
ever. Mike never did swallow, that hadn't changed; but he'd been able to
shoot as many as twelve times into Bill's open mouth while the older man sat
on his knees, head tilted back, lips far apart and tongue out to catch every
drop. Twelve times! Bill knew; he'd counted.
And he'd swallowed it all, that tasty cum he loved so much!
But there was another reason he remembered that night so well: it had been
the last load to find his grateful stomach.
Drew and Mike had called Bill over one afternoon only a few weeks later to
tell him the bad news: a very close friend and lover to both men had just
died of complications associated with Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome.
Bill's mind had raced with possibilities. He'd worked to choose his words
carefully and apologized to both men. "Have you two been... does this change
your lives... I mean, beyond losing him, of course?"
No, came the answer. "Is there anything... I should know?" No again. The
three had been spared a scourge.
It was, however, a lesson in mortality Bill never would forget.
Fifteen years later and back to the present, the still nameless man with the
eight-inch cock was jacking off now, ready to cum. "Do it in my mouth," Bill
said, somehow more sure of his words now than ever.
His partner shot him a worried look that Bill instantly recognized. "Don't
worry," he said. "I haven't swallowed for a long time."
With relief the man set the tip of his pulsing member onto Bill's tongue and
it began. No shooting this time; more a steady flow as a hot gob ran down
Bill's tongue, then another, and another. Still more and more of the creamy
liquid slid like lava toward Bill's throat until the man was totally spent.
Oh fuck, that's exciting as hell, he thought. Wiping off, he fixed himself
and turned toward the door of the booth, barely able to walk out on wobbly
legs.
Bill didn't mind that his partner didn't return the favor. He'd gotten what
he came for, doing then what he hadn't done for so long: he swallowed that
delicious load of hot, sticky cum! His own dick twitched in silent approval.
Besides, his beautiful wife was sure to oblige when Bill needed some relief
of his own.
After, that is, she got to satisfy her own curiosity.
The End
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