It occurs to me that, having reached the third installment in the series, "My Feeders," I have egregiously neglected to mention that these stories are not fiction. They are all, in fact, true accounts of encounters with men who have regularly served my needs as a passionate cocksucker, just as I serve their needs. Some of these are ongoing relationships - for example, Greg from the first installment. I have been sucking Greg off regularly for close to two years now, have done so more than fifty times, and plan to continue as long as it remains good for both of us. There is no end in sight, as far as I can tell - at least not in the near future. Along the way, we have become friends. Though we don't socialize often outside of our normal routine of blow jobs, I have been to parties at his house, and have invited him to some of my parties as well. Nonetheless, when I get a text message from him it generally means only one thing: it's time for me to get fed again, and give him another long, slow, delicious blow job.
In addition to my feeders, as I sometimes think of them, I also have normal dates with other men, men with whom sex is not the sole focus of our attention, and with whom the sex is entirely mutual. And sometimes I'll even meet someone who wants nothing more than for me to lay back and relax while he worships my cock - which always makes for a nice change. But this series is primarily about men with whom I have a more specific agenda - I give them the best blow job I can, which is very good. Many men have told me, "That is the best blow job I have ever had." I love hearing that. And they reward me by feeding me their loads. I just love cum. I love the taste of semen (usually), love to swallow, and am especially turned on by the idea of a hard cock spurting in my mouth or down my throat. I just think that is so fucking hot.
Going back over what I've written to date, I also realize that I have failed to describe myself physically. I am 54 years old (though people often guess I'm in my late forties), five foot eleven, 165 pounds, and generally in very good shape. I workout somewhat regularly - not as much as I should, but enough that most people seem to think I look good naked. I have a hairy chest and stomach, which I trim lightly, and which seems to turn on a lot of prospective sex partners. And, although I never used to think so, most guys tell me I have a big cock. For some reason I grew up thinking I was small - probably owing to the fact that I was a late bloomer. But the more men I have sex with, the more I notice that I am bigger than probably three quarters of them. My dick isn't unusually long, maybe six-and-a-half or seven inches, but it is unusually thick. I'm Jewish, so, naturally, I am circumcised, with a nice meaty mushroom head, and bigger than average balls, which I keep shaved. When I am not in total cocksucker mode I love having my balls licked and sucked. Also pulled, squeezed, slapped, and even punched - but that particular fetish, ball busting, will have to wait. I will write about that in another series, perhaps when this one is a little farther along. But, for now, I'm going to continue focusing on my feeders.
One of my newest feeders is Andrew. He is a twenty-one-year-old college student and he's totally adorable. And, lucky for me, he has a thing for older guys with hairy chests. There are definitely rewards for growing older. One thing he and I share is a special fondness for speedos. For as long as I can remember I have always been turned on by the sight of a skimpy pair of well-packed speedos. One of my fondest and longest running fantasies is about fondling a guy's speedo-clad and obscenely bulging package. Being on the high school swim team was sheer torture. So many lovely bulges, which I desperately wanted to run my hands over, and bury my face in - and, of course, I never could. Even when I finally came out of the closet, many years later, it was still not something that I could ever really indulge in. Oh, maybe a few times over the years, but it's rare. Except with Andrew.
Andrew and I have developed a sort of ritual. When he comes over I answer the door wearing a pair of speedos. We hug, and he gropes me for a few minutes while we kiss. But then he heads straight for my bedroom where he knows another pair will be laid out on the bed for him.
In half a minute he is back in the living room, wearing nothing but those skimpy speedos and a smile. We make out on the couch for ten or fifteen minutes, rubbing our bulges together while we kiss. Then he lays back and watches while I run my hands all over his big bulge (did I mention the boy is hung?), fondling him to my heart's content. As I look at this beautiful young man, who is so cute, and who looks so unbelievably sexy in those speedos, and as I feel him up through the thin, form hugging fabric, I think I must be the luckiest man on earth - finally able to indulge this favorite fantasy to the max. And the fact that he has a big dick, and nice plump balls that are much bigger than average - which I always think is the key to a really sexy bulge - makes it all the more alluring.
After feeling him up for a good long time, I begin to pull down the waist band of his speedos, slowly, revealing his beautiful cock just a little at a time, pausing along the way to lick as much of it as I have exposed, until, finally, I tuck the elasticized waist band under his big balls. Then I sit back to admire one of the sexiest sights I have ever laid my eyes on.
As you can probably tell from what I've written so far, Andrew is more than just another feeder for me. We have grown quite fond of each other. But he is a total top and never sucks cock, and our encounters always end with him feeding me at least one big load of his sweet-tasting semen, and often two. So I'm including him in the series anyway - which, after all, is mainly all about how much I love to suck cock and swallow cum. Andrew feeds me lots of both.
Sometimes after making out on the couch for a while we take a bath together in our speedos. And slowly peeling off each other's wet speedos under water is something we both find incredibly hot. The last time we did that - about a week ago - after we had our speedos off Andrew said, "I think I'm going to need some throat fucking tonight."
"Oh?" I said. "How soon do you think you're going to need that?"
"Soon," he said. "Very soon."
One of the things that I find so endearing about Andrew is that he hasn't had a very great deal of experience. He's been out since he was a teenager, but he hasn't really had a lot of sex. So after a few weeks of sucking him off pretty regularly, I thought it was time to introduce him to a position I was pretty sure he had never tried before.
"I want to show you something," I said.
I had him stand next to the bed while I lay on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the mattress. Then I reached back, placing my hands on his firm, round ass, and slowly pulled him towards me, adjusting my position so that my throat was in perfect alignment with his stiff cock. As he entered my throat, inching forward a little at a time, he let out a small gasp, and then very slowly continued pushing forward until all eight inches of his throbbing meat was buried to the hilt.
For the next half hour he continued fucking my throat like that, very slowly, with long, deep strokes, reaching deep into my esophagus - I could tell he wanted to make it last. Finally he said, "I'm getting close. Where do you want it?" He briefly pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could answer.
"Where I always want it," I said, "right in my mouth."
Andrew then resumed fucking my throat, picking up the pace a little, and then pulled back until just two inches of his big cock was inside my mouth, with the head resting on my tongue. In another minute his warm, sweet jizz began spurting powerfully against my tongue - it felt like it was being squirted out of a water gun. I counted at least six forceful squirts. But then his semen continued flowing into my mouth, less powerfully but still copious, as Andrew continued to moan, "Oh, oh, oh, oh . . ."
When he finally finished cumming he withdrew his lovely, cum-flavored cock from my mouth and I sat up. Suddenly I realized that I had an unprecedentedly huge mouthful of his delicious fluid, which I swirled around my tongue, savoring it for a while before swallowing his load.
"I don't think I have ever had so much cum in my mouth," I said, as the beautiful boy collapsed on the bed beside me, still panting. I leaned over and carefully licked his balls and cock clean, making sure not to leave a single drop behind.
. . . to be continued
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