BNB VACATION ROOMS FOR RENT By Mike Austin
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Roy was the brother of Mel's Diner owner, Rob. Where Rob and his wife were gruff and not personable, Roy and his wife Betty, were easy going and he was particularly quiet. He also had a horse dick that had to be seen to be believed and knew what it was for, since he had sired 5 boys. There were two sets of twins, two years apart and the 5th, Roy jr "happened along" 5 years later. While their two sets of twins had all gotten through college, married, then moved away, Roy jr remained at home. His older brothers taunted him being a momma's boy, but he was quiet like his dad. There were 11 years difference between young Roy and his oldest set of brothers. So they were not around him too much once he started school.
Senior Roy and Betty had been clubhouse members for many years. They were both older than both me and Martin, knew my folks; and Betty would often bake cakes for my folks or coordinate bake sales as good-hearted events for my family when we were going through their final years. It was during my college years one Summer that I was home working at the club, when I got a first-hand view of senior Roy's monster dick. They'd come for a swim and lunch one Saturday with their family. Betty and Roy had finished their swim and were going to clean up, change and meet the boys at the café patio for lunch. I was in the clubhouse men's shower/dressing room when Roy came in, said his greetings, then stripped down, grabbed a pair of towels and walked to the shower. I almost dropped the vacuum wand I was using! I swear it was 6-7" soft, had a golf-ball sized head and similarly sized balls. I immediately flashed to admiring Betty for taking that mammoth dick, then flashed to me sucking it. I wasn't sure I could swallow it but damned sure wanted to try. I'd heard stories of his sons dick status, but never got to see them, but if Roy was any indicator of the dick gene he passed on to his boys, they were very fortunate indeed!!! I made a point of hanging around and admired the way his meat hung in the shower. I watched as he dried off, the lucky fucking towel I thought, getting under that heavy sack and being used to dry off that thick shaft. WTF was I thinking and stirred back to the reality of where I was and hoped I didn't have my lower jaw dragging the floor!!!! I went about my clean-up business, greeted Roy again as headed out to the dressing room and off to his meal with the family. What I didn't learn until a few months later was that Roy had staged the show for my benefit.
That event happened as I said a few months later, when I was home for Fall break. Again I happened to be in the dressing room, cleaning up and Roy came in from playing tennis. Betty was away visiting her folks he shared, and he and 3 of the boys were batching it. He made sure I got an eye full as I hung out near the fresh towel rack with a full-on view of his awesome cock. He turned, looked straight at me and nodded, reached under his balls and cupped them forward toward my direction, before guiding the package under the shower spray. At that instant he turned his face from the shower spray to look right at me for what seemed forever!!! I was mesmerized. Standing there, I fiddled suddenly with a stack of towels for a distraction and he approached. The shower and dressing room areas were empty except for us. He asked softly, "do you ever explore"? I was stunned and speechless, my mouth went dry, this wasn't in the magazine, my playbook. I'd never been approached like this. Don had been different and I was eager to do it my first time, but this was a man I'd known my entire life, a family friend. WTF was I thinking and then my eyes shifted to his hanging slab of dick and my stiff knees and resolve, vanished. "Roy I have done more than explore, but are YOU sure" in my most urgent but breviloquent challenge? His head nod and slow smile assured me we are in agreement. As I hung at the guest house when home for breaks, etc usually, I had the place to myself and suggested he get away when he was able to and that I would be home for break for another 5 days. Later that afternoon I got a call and he asked about him dropping by after supper. I concurred, knowing the folks always had supper at 6:30 and we would be done by 7, after which I was free. Roy showed up at the guest house about 7:15 and I was primed and eager to see just what I could do with that cock. Mind you this was before Martin came into my life; though my experiences in college were vanilla at first, I'd grown more and more The Explorer tackling both ends of the pole as a top and bottom. I had no preference and just went with the flow. Roy came in, we sat at the bar counter and he asked how much I knew about my own sexuality and I admitted to being comfortably gay and was out at school though not back here, though I did have a few "friends" around here to connect with. He looked askance and with raised eyebrows asked "are any of them my "friends" too" and made the friends reference in finger quotes for emphasis? I nodded affirmatively at which point he stood from the bar, walked directly to the downstairs bedroom and once there stripped down with me following like a puppy. I immediately kneeled and took the heavy dick head on my tongue, looked up into his eyes as I worshipped the precum-covered orb. I was astounded by the volume of pre-cum this man produced, but then realized that with the monster that led from the head to the torso, his partner needed all the lube Roy could muster. I began to slowly open wider and wider, feeding on the growing hardon and listening to the slow soft moans as I made his dick nerves explode. His precum lathered my throat as I tried to swallow but couldn't. Trying the third time, I got the massive head past my throat hole and into the throat musculature which began to expand and contract as every good deep throater, masters for his feeder's pleasure. Slowly he massaged the back of my head and guided my mouth deeper and deeper on him, feeling his hardon continue to swell and stretch my throat. Soon there was a beginning mouth fuck, slow at first and then with increased speed and depth. His moans grew in intensity as he ramped up the volume. My slick throat was a blend of my own throat juice and his precum volume and as he reached under my throat, cupped my Adam's apple and gently squeezed I felt him begin to fuck my throat AND jack his dick in my throat simultaneously. My mind reeled and my sense of need for his cum overwhelmed. This onslaught continued for another 15 minutes before he withdrew. My jaws ached, I was a bit dizzy, my vision blurred and all I could pose was "did I do something wrong"? Roy looked down and shaking his head no replied, "I was close and didn't know if you swallowed cum". My eyes lit up as I grinned and uttered simply "I do" then swallowed back down on the cantilevered dick that once again filled my throat. This time I worked and worked until the point where his torso's leverage against my face took control and he blasted volleys of cum down my well-fucked throat chasm. I didn't even beg to taste it I just needed to be fed deeply. He was rasping in short breaths and I worried at first then saw the grin break across his face and knew all was good. He fed me at the same time, the same manner on each of the succeeding 4 nights I remained home on Fall break. His pre-cum and cum volume remained constant and his hardon never disappointed. At Spring break, Roy brought along a friend several days, but will get to those events later.
Back at college after Fall break, I learned that one of the regular jocks I'd been blowing had been involved in a car wreck and wasn't returning to school this semester. Another feeder buddy of his offered to step up his feeding sessions, if I could make it worth his while. I reminded him how for 3 years he'd been getting off with my help and I didn't need to pay for dick. Sadly, he did have an awesome cock and could go 4 or 5 times in a row, amazingly. That was that with him though, but there are always other horny jocks and studs, profs and TAs that need relief. One was my yoga teacher. He was 30, very fit, very lean with a slight brushing of chest hair that trailed form his sternum down to begin his treasure trail. His chest and pecs were smooth other than that line. It led to a real mouthful of dick though and while not long, was extra thick. I loved it when he would get in a downward dog pose and have me crawl under him and give him head. It was as though gravity helped funnel more of his already massive cumload, straight down my throat. There was a gym coach too and he was 35, who I met through my yoga feeder. His dick was very long but not thick. Such a conundrum, which to suck which to suck more and oh yeah HOW OFTEN? The conflicts of the dedicated cockhound!!! I met a freshman, whom I didn't often associate with, but who happened to be the brother of one of my jock feeders. I was intrigued by the possibility of getting familial DNA, but learned that instead, the frosh was the older bro's cocksucker from their early teen years. The frosh and I compared notes, tips, talents and what we both knew of the jock bro-feeder's orgasm scenes then jacked off together, often sharing stories. I turned him onto my yoga feeder and sometimes the yoga dude would feed us both as he hung from an overhead workout bar. There again, something about him being suspended allowed an increased cumflow, like nothing else I ever experienced. My frosh buddy agreed. While I was eager for Summer, the Spring break was also welcomed and I looked forward to getting some down time and UP time too..
I had 9 days of Spring break and the first day, spent it with the folks, catching up, seeing them battle some health issues and both thinking about and trying to ignore, the future. I driven home overnight and found it sunny and warm that first day of break, so headed to the marina and grabbed some sun by the pool. THAT would be the extent of my time off, as work loomed ahead for this owner's kid. I'd reached Roy and alerted him that I would be home for Spring break and was still interested in "a meet n greet". He confirmed and asked if I was available later that night, which of course I was and advised him accordingly. He gave me the same time same place info and I was all primed and ready for that huge cock after intentionally not eating too much supper, before heading down to the guest house for "dessert". At the knock on the door I took an involuntary gulp and swung open the door. Roy stood, quietly glancing about to ensure no one saw him at the guest house door and came in quickly. In no time, we had disappeared into the bedroom and were stripping each other down. As I kneeled in front of him tugging off his jeans, his huge meat swung free, smacked the side of my head and we both chuckled. Looking up at his dick I offered, "need some attention there bucko" and swallowed as much as possible in my first go. I mouthed the head and much of the shaft until the swelling hoisted the cock out and up parallel to the floor. Like he was making target practice, Roy stuck his dick to the back of my throat and moaned, "bullseye" then pressed deeper and deeper, flattening my tongue down and lodging his head deep down. My throat muscles did the rest and in no time, Roy's load surged down my throat. We did one more repeat that night and made plans for the next as well. He asked again about bringing a friend along and I eagerly agreed.
That next night Roy showed up alone, but at the usual time. He made apologies for his buddy backing out at the last minute, but would show the next night for sure. I did my job, giving Roy the best head I could. I had to admit being curious about the "friend" and wanted to ask, but also wanted to be surprised. Two major cumloads down and Roy was ready to head home. My jaws were being readjusted to that girthy dick. I wondered if Betty gave him head or she was just a traditionalist?
My daily routine was typically busy as members and their guests came and went increasingly as the days warmed or the chilly air was punctuated with sunshine. I had ample eye candy as other college guys were also home on break. Not being out around these parts to guys my own age, provided a level of discretion and a safety net to protect my folks.
I had always admired Joe Samples in high school. The typical football quarterback with all the flesh he could handle. Brown hair, furry chest, arms, legs, and butt; so hot but so far out of my league. He was home on Spring break. His dad Ed, owned the only car lot nearby and Joe was always in a sweet ride that gave him that added level of interest and was the proverbial chick magnet. He and his day date were at the café patio having lunch, when my cell went off. It was Roy reconfirming the night and his buddy would show for sure. My day got a lot better from that point on and my pace picked up as well, getting all my jobs done with an hour to spare; plenty of time to clean up before supper and be at the guest house waiting. After supper I disappeared to the guest house and waited. Roy's knock came and I sprinted to the front door, opened it and found Roy and Mr. Samples standing impatiently. I ushered them in and must admit, my knees trembled with excitement. "Mr. Samples" extending my hand to shake his; "just Ed from now on" he directed as we shook hands. Roy added, "see friends, I told you there were a few around and we're here to do that meet n greet you're so eager for." I led the pair to the bedroom, asking en route if they wanted a drink. Ed asked for and got a cold beer and then I began to strip down as both of them did the same. Knowing Roy's torso and dick was a comfort, a known quantity so to speak. Mr. uh, Ed's was new and exciting to "explore". I wondered if he and his son were built alike?
Ed was no way near the size of Roy. That said, Ed was no midget either and had the added excitement of being a grower. I was to discover his growth took him up to a healthy 8" of straight out hard dick with two really low hangers full of cum for the right mouth. Kneeling between them, one each of their hands on my head guiding me along, feeding me dick and mouthing them until both were rock solid, was a delight. In no time, the guys had me flip on my back, head hanging off the edge of the bed and Roy was throat fucking me like a stallion. Ed was taking his turn down my throat as well and each managed to blow their loads within about 5 minutes of each other. That gave me ample time to recover and finish off the other one, then both got a break to recharge and we were back at it. As was typical with Roy, twice was his limit for a night and when he was done, dressed and ready to leave. I asked Ed if he could stay, but admitted he'd rode with Roy but if we got together the next night, he'd drive and could spend some extra time. I thanked them both and they left. I jacked off 4 times that night replaying the cumloads, the effort to get their loads, the surprise at Ed's dick and him being a willing player. The next day and night were mirror images and after Roy got off his second time, Ed remained for a "third go", as he put it. We talked a bit after Roy left and before getting back down on that fine dick and getting that third load from him. I learned that he and Roy had fooled around with a guy in Bakersport up the river when they were in high school. He basically admitted to being a hustler. When he went away to the army, in boot camp when they got their time off, he hit a bar that was straight "but" and managed to make some extra coin there until he shipped out. Overseas was a paradise for him and he made good bucks on the side. When he returned to Willsport, he was flush with savings from his "side work" and that's how he got into the car business. After Roy got married and then sometime after he had married, they agreed on a guys' night out and that evolved into making some cash when they could but always well away from W'port. As they grew older, their trade days ended but they'd gotten accustomed to the "gay thing", and would just take a walk on the wild side now and then. I was relaxed around him and felt secure learning about his exploits. The rest of Spring break was filled with me sucking their cum each night. I was one happy fucking camper.