Since I was very young I have known that I am very horny guy and that no amount of sex can satisfy me. I have considered myself a charmer at least when it comes to luring young guys to my bedroom. I have over the years developed the knack and skills to get even the most unwilling guy to bare his body to me and be part of the entertainment I plan with him.
I have met many guys and most of them are well hung and full of spunk. I probably have seen more varieties of cocks than any other guy in this world. I have enjoyed all of them. I mostly bring these guys into my home under the pretext of giving them a chance in an ad campaign or if they are desperate I even lure them with the offer of a lucrative job.
Here I am going to introduce to my world of pleasure while narrating a story involving my good times with a most unsuspecting straight guy in who was in his late teens.
Once in the afternoon soon after lunch I set out on my hunting spree. Though I was not sure of finding anyone in that hot afternoon I still made my way towards the park that was the usual destination at times when my underwear was tighter with the bulge that was fatter than usual. As soon as I reached the park even before I crossed the hedge, I found a guy sleeping on a park bench. I was not very sure whether he was young or old because of the distance between us. He looked dirty and there was a bundle of unwashed clothes on the ground near him.
As I walked closer to him I found that he was sleeping and he looked like he had not had a proper wash or food for many days. I sat next to his feet in the little space on the bench and slowly shook him awake. The guy now opened his eyes and I was able to make a full estimate of my find. This guy was about eighteen years old and with an average build. Well formed body with brown skin. He had the looks of a model but was wearing dust all over him and looked smoked from head to toe.
He continued to lie down as I sought to find out why he was there sleeping on the park bench on a sultry afternoon like that, though I had very well estimated his answer. His reply to my inquiry was a tired or rather bored narration of details about how he left home and was searching for a job.
As he was speaking I was already moving my hands up his legs. I asked him if he had had his food and immediately even without waiting for the answer I asked him whether he liked a good massage by me because I liked to give massages. He reluctantly told me that I could do whatever I liked to do. I slowly started rubbing his legs though aware of the dirt on his clothes, but also conscious of my good fortune to touch his body all over.
I took my rubbing to his thighs and then to his crotch. Now, he squirmed a little bit and complained how he did not like all that. But I told him not to mind because I really cared for him and wanted wanted his welfare. At thirty years of age I really sounded like I could care for an eighteen year old without much help or advice. I realised that some bridge of confidence was already built between us. That is when I made an offer to him about the job he wanted.
I had a requirement for a house boy and also as I was staying alone, what better luck than have this guy for the job. After a few moments of careful evaluation he nodded to himself and agreed.
I took him home where I had been staying alone for three years and the moment I had the door closed behind me I asked him if I could hug him. He seemed okay with it. Now I had to continue the job. I asked him if I could massage him a little more before he went for a bath. He was on the floor lying on the carpet. I started my indigenous massage. I started remarking about his dirty clothes and blackened skin and sought to look at his stomach. At the sight of the stomach I expressed a dramatic shock and told him that he needed to get me to look at his whole body to ensure that no skin disease had set in. I knew I was joking but he thought I was serious. Within a moment I was unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and ho there was his in a semi curl posture lay his fat cock, pulsating with a trace of precum at the tip. It looked like it was already a monster though it was obviously not erect and I was glad that it was bigger than I had imagined it to be.
I took the cock in my hand and inspected it thoroughly, all the while telling him what a bad skin problem he would have had if he had continued his current life style. He seemed to agree. The juice filled half erect piece of meat was uncut and did not have any clumsy overhang of foreskin. I just loved his body and instantly knew that my life was going to be with him.
He entered the bath room and stayed there for more than an hour and I was only too eager to see him come out. I took him to my room and gave him a change of clothes. I bundled his clothes and the other rags and threw them in the dustbin outdoor. Now it was time for feast.
I made him sit on the mattress and gave him a choice of food. He seemed to relish it while showing a glint of gratitude at the corner of his eye. I slowly crawled up to him and started removing his pants. But now because he was already used to my concerns, though expressing a little shyness started co-operating with my endeavour. When his joy stick was in sight I could not wait any longer. I just reached for it with my lips and swallowed it in a trice. He was taken by surprise but since the movement of his cock in my mouth was happening according to all the years of experience I had gained, he instantly was taken over by the pleasure and seemed to enjoy. Then I realized the enormity of his cock. Let me declare! Not till date whether before or after him have I found anyone with a fatter and stiffer and better cock. I could just not believe my luck. This guy was my life. I decided then and there. I sucked his cock like there was no tomorrow. I sucked while scraping the underside of his tool. I sucked with my tongue in the cock slit. I sucked with his precum oozing into my mouth. I sucked with my lips rolling running around his glans. Now he was fully in grip of the pleasure he was being offered. He smoothly positioned himself in a way, so that I would have the best position to have the full taste of his cock in my mouth. He had his legs sprawled, while his balls hung low and his cock stiff full fat was flowing precum into the corners ofmy mouth. My luckiest day had come.
I sucked for more than an hour and he came in my mouth. I felt accompished and favoured when I drank his juices and licked my lips. I sucked him for an hour more till the muscles in my mouth started aching. He was finished and I was tired. We both had a happy afternoon siesta in each others arms.
When I woke up I was fully and madly in love with him and I just wanted him more than anything else in my life. Thus began my life with him which went on for three months without any interference or change. He worked for me, laughed with me slept with me and had sex with me. He would cook for me and I would have a enough delicacy sucking his cock while he cooked. But one thing about him that I have not seen in anyone else is that he used to have continuous erection and his cock would shoot cum how many ever times I wanted.
I was happy that I was in love. He was part of my day and night. My life. We kissed each other all the time. In bed I rimmed him and tried to become one with him. I would stay with him all the time and started working from home for his sake. The best times were when I would sit working on the computer. He would slowly come and stand behind me wearing a towel . Since his crotch would be so close to my nose I would sniff his cock and get into the mood and then he would sense it and slowly move closer and shove his cock into my mouth while I still worked. Some times I would pretend like I was not ready and he would open my lips and put his cock in my mouth and then I would continue my work like typing letters and planning strategies while sucking his cock. My life was mostly with his cock in my mouth.
Slowly I started understanding that he too was fond of me and that was what it looked like. Every night we would have sex and sleep in each other's arms and then in the morning I would wake up before him to suck him out. One night we both spoke for a long time about his family and the life he had had. We planned together about how things could be for us in the future and slept after a lot of laughs and jokes. The next morning as usual I woke up and groped for him next to him. He was not there. I thought he had woken up earlier and gone to wash. But he was nowhere. My life looked like it was over. He was nowhere in the house and as I searched he was nowhere in the locality. I searched for him everywhere and spent a hell of a lot of money trying to trace him. My world became empty and I just felt too lonely. I lost interest in business and lost interest in sex. I could not live without him, without his taste, devoid of the union with him.
Days, weeks and months passed, till I started coming to terms with his disappearance. Then one day after two years while driving with a friend I found him standing at a bus-stop. I jumped out of the car and went to him. I was overwhelmed. I begged him to go with me to my house at least once. After a lot of persuasion he agreed. On the way he told me about how on that last night he had stayed awake thinking about my love for him and how it was not possible for him to be true to me always. He had thought that it was better to leave me earlier than any later. The next morning he had decided to free me from his attachment and had gone away, with a lot of pain in his heart.
When we reached my home and went into my bed room we both were crying on each other's shoulders. As I cried I started kissing his face and then I was kissing his lips. Now we had our mouths open and we were violently kissing each other and my hand started groping his crotch and as I kissed him I had his cock out in my hand. I spared his lips and went down on him and started to swallow the swollen cock. I had my life in my mouth. I sucked him for an hour and he enjoyed it every bit. I made him lie down and sucked him more. He posed for me in many ways till and shot his juices twice in the process. I kissed his body and had my heart's fill. When we both were finished he got ready to go. We decided to meet frequently and he parted. But then he has not come back since then. Never, till date. Strangely, I have once again got used to it.