On a friday afternoon close to quiting time, Ralph met me by the time clock.
Stop by my office on the way out.
A couple minutes later i punched the time card and headed up the hall toward his office. I stepped inside and began to close the door, figuring that i was there to provide release to him.
He said, no, thats ok man. Ralph said that he needed me to be at his house at about 8pm and that i should figure on being there late, perhaps until 3am or so. One other thing, he said, wear one of your work tshirts.
It seemed odd to me but, a lot of things did so, what the hell.
I went home, ate dinner and showered, sat down on the couch and fell alsleep. When i woke, it was about 7.30.
Oh hell, i've got to go. I grabbed a work shirt and put it on, on the way out the door. They were light grey and had the company name in about 3inch tall red block letters, it left little question who i
worked for.
I got there in plenty of time.
When i got there, i went to the front door and took my shoes off, like always.
Ralph let me in and began to explain to me that Faye was out of town. He was hosting a party, and that i was to hang out in the basement near the workbench.
There was a small, old fridge down there with water, soda, and some beer.
You are welcome to any of it just so long as you dont get too drunk to take care of the party guests.
I did as instructed and went through the house to the basement and went down the stairs. It was kinda dim lit down there and i turned the radio on low and had a seat.
It wasnt too long before i heard a knock at the door, then the music started and that was about all i could hear.
A while later I did start to hear laughter and some foot steps from above over the music.
An hour and a half or maybe even two hours passed and i was starting to get bored. I had already had two beers and got another. The third beer went a little quicker than the first two and i went for a forth.
I was nearing the end of my forth beer and was beginging to think that my time was being wasted here.
Finally, i heard the basement door at the top of the stairs open and footsteps coming down the stairs.
It was one of Ralphs buddies who worked in maitenance at one the shops accounts, an auto parts manufacturing plant about 20 minutes away. His name was Tom, he and i had seen each other at his work and even talked a bit. I had always thought he was kinda cute, about 6feet tall, slender build, wavey blond hair and glasses. He had a plastic cup with a drink in it, a mixed drink i assume, and looked kinda stoned.
Hows it going, kid, he said.
Ok, i replied, kinda bored though.
Ralph said i could find a good time down here.
Yea, thats what he's got me down here for, i explained. Tom walked over and leaned against the workbench, and sat his drink down.
Do you mind if i stand up for this.
He unzipped his pants.
No, however you like it man.
I kneeled down in front of him as he fumbled to get his dick out through the fly. I reached up and popped the button with one hand and he pulled out a super fat 7inch rod and a huge set of balls.
He put his hand on the back of my head and pressed his pole down my throat.
Tom began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his tool in and out of my mouth and slapping his nuts on my chin. He made a slow, low grunting noise and continued cupping my head with his hand. 2 or 3 songs passed and he began to pump faster.
AHhh, he sounded a second later and then a river started flowing, it almost choked me but, i was finally able to gulp enough down to make room for more, he started to loosen his grasp and i pulled back just a little bit. He was still flowing semen into my mouth, i must have swallowed 4 or 5 gulps of it before he was done. I pulled back off his cock and saw it start to drip, i quikly took him back into my mouth to avoid making a mess, just as i had been trained. I kept gentle suction but, not moving my mouth or head for a few minutes until he started to go soft, then released the spit shined cock from my lips.
Tom rubbed the top of my head and said, Damn. He put his dick back, zipped his pants, stepped around me, and went back up the stairs.
That was f*cking hot, i thought to myself. I've always wanted to blow that guy.
I went to the fridge, got another beer, and sat on one the many folding chairs. Not much time passed before the door opened and i heard someone coming downstairs.
He was a shorter guy, about Ralphs size. Even kinda looked like Ralph.
He said his name was Steve and he was Ralphs cousin.
Nice to meet ya, i said. You are wearing the work shirt, he said, you must be who i'm looking for. How about if i sit down and you get up, he asked.
He pulled out his dick and it looked like Ralphs. He sat down next to me, i put my beer on the floor and assumed the kneeling position.
Steve folded his hands behind his head and grinned. I leaned down and began to suck. He never made a sound.
I bobbed and slurped on his rod and a minute or 2 later heard more footsteps on the stairway. I never even stopped to look. A while later, i felt the familiar throb and felt Steves wad splat against my throat. Of course i held him in my mouth until he went soft.
Steve stood up and put his dick back in his pants and stepped away.
I didnt even get up off my knees before another fella stepped up, he didnt even give his name. He just pulled out his tool, grabbed me by the back of my head and plowed it into my mouth.
It was a nice sized dick and smelled very nice and manly. He was very vocal but, not very loud, mumbling things like, good little cocksucker, and f*ck yea, take that.
Again, i heard traffic on the stairs, this time it sounded like several people, if not more. I kept sucking, not like i could do much else with him craddling my head. A few more minutes passed and then, as quikly as he started, he stopped moving, still with his cock head just barely inside my mouth. A second later the warm, sweet flow covered my tongue and washed down my throat. He just stood there motionless for a while then, pulled out and walked away, putting away his penis as he walked.
Another young guy stepped and already had his cock out. He was a young guy who i recognized from one of our accounts. I never got his name. His dick was about 6inches and average width. He smiled at me and said hi, then put his hand on my shoulder and pulled us closer together. I opened my mouth and slid his cock all the way in, his pubes pressed against my nose and his balls against my chin. He held it there for a few seconds before he slowly began to slide it in and out. He kept saying 'oh my god' under his breath. His motion was so slow, i wondered to myself if he had ever had a blow job before.
I detected some motion to the side and glanced, there was a guy standing there undoing his pants.
The young guy continued to slowly slide his cock in and out, it kinda reminded me of riding a horse.
I noticed more motion but, on the other side, when i glanced that way, another guy with his dick out, working to pull out his balls.
I kept sucking. A line of guys was forming, waiting to have me suck their cocks dry.
I think the young guy started to get nervous with the crowd. He started to slide his cock back and forth a little faster. It felt like his whole body tightened up and then. AHHHH, his load hit the back of my throat, i wanted to check and if the back of my head was still there. He rested a few minutes still in my mouth before he pulled out.
He said, Thank You, and stepped away.
The guy from the left stepped in, he sat down, and took ahold of my ears, pulling me in, my lips made contact with his cock head, and i sucked his dick up into my mouth.
He held my ears and pulled my head back and forth. He started slowly and gradually got faster and faster. It got so fast that i couldnt keep up and had to just let him guide me completely.
He pulled my head all the way down and shot right down my throat, i never even tasted his cum, it went right to my belly.
The guy to the right was next. He wanted to stand up and never touched me, just pointed his cock head at my mouth.
Come and get it, he said.
I went all the way down on him right away, I reached up to fondle his balls.
No. He said. Just suck and bob.
I did as he said and he soon had my tonsils learning the back stroke.
A stocky guy with a thick mustache and beard stepped up next. If he had been wearing a flannel shirt, i might have thought him to be a lumberjack. His cock was about 6 inches long but, was thick as hell.
He put one hand on top of my head and buried it in my mouth.
Close your eyes, he said a bit later.
I did as he said.
He promptly pulled his dick out of my mouth and sprayed his load all over my face, then turned and walked away.
I tried to wipe it away from my eyes before opening them because i had been there before and knew that cum in the eyes burns like hell.
A smaller built fella, probably in his early 40s was next.
He stepped up and put his hands on my ears. Immediately, he pulled back.
EW...PARTY FOUL, he exclaimed...someone has Spooged all over him. And i do not really want to put my hands in it, or get it on my clothes. Can we get a towel down here, please?, he asked.
Someone quikly passed a shop rag from somewhere over by the workbench.
He wiped his hands then passed it to me.
Here, wipe yourself off, kid, he told me.
I hadnt minded the facial myself but, he and some others did so, i did as he said and wiped myself off, it was in my hair, my ears, running down my neck, i got as much as i could.
Then the slender guy plugged his cock into my mouth. He pumped in and out of my jaw for a while.
Shortly thereafter he asked if i was ready, i nodded as best i could.
He bucked his hips a bit and let loose with an, Uhhh, then the sticky wet flow covered my tongue. He patted me on the head as if to say, Good boy, and pulled out.
By this time, i really had to take a leak, needed a smoke and something to drink other than semen. I asked if i could get a quik restroom break.
A couple guys nearby agreed.
I got up, grabbed a beer out of the fridge and lit a smoke, then headed for the makeshift half bath in the corner. I hot boxed the smoke, chugged the beer and took care of business. In about 3 minutes or so.
Upon returning to my post, i was quikly pushed back to my knees.
My coworker, Chris was the first guy in the second round to step up and fuck my jaw.
What the f*ck, i thought to myself, he is At the party and i am part Of the party?!
I pretty much knew what to expect with him as i had blown him only a few days prior, and many times before that.
At this point, it was just dick. I had stopped really noticing who it was attached to them. I was really, really enjoying myself but, my jaw was hurting a bit and, the cocks just kept coming and coming And they kept cumming and cumming.
Eventually, it seemed like i was sucking my last dick of the night. There was no one in the basement but he and i. I caught a glimse of the basement window and saw a glimmer of daybreak.
Wow, i thought, stay late, was an understatement. Then i looked up at the guy that i was giving a blow job to, it was Ralph.
Oh, thank god, i thought, hopefully he is that last one. Soon after, he shot in my mouth. He pulled out and sat down. I collapsed to a sitting position on the floor. I noticed that my socks that had been super white when i got there, were a mess, almost looked grey, on the bottom anyway.
Ralph asked, do you need a drink, buddy?
Yea, i replied, anything but beer or cum...
He went upstairs and brought back a rum and coke. You can crash down here on the futton he said.
I enjoyed a couple smokes with the strong drink and the stumbled to the futton.
I awoke the next day, not sure at what time, to the sound of the basement door and footsteps on the stairs. Almost instictively, i got up off the futton and onto my knees, opening my mouth.
Ralph laughed out loud and said - Its ok Jeff, sit down.
He handed me a big mug full of coffee. I lit up a smoke and took a big swig of the java. Just a minute later, Ralph put a big plastic jar down on the futton next to me. It looked like something that you would get pickles in from SAMS club. It had a piece of white paper taped to the side that read "Blow Jobs $5". It had a bunch of bills in it. I still wasnt awake enough to put it all together but, started to think, $5 huh. A lot, and i mean a lot of guys, both at the party last night and before have told me what Great head i give. Is that all its worth? $5? I chuckled a bit to entertain Ralph and then sipped the coffee and hit my cigarette.
Ralph said - keep the cash, leave the jar. I pulled the bills out of the jar and counted them. There was $155 in the jar.
Thanks, Ralph.
I need to get going, if its ok, i said.
Yea, i'll see ya soon, he replied.
I went up the stairs, through the kitchen and living room, and onto the front porch. There were no shoes out there. I went back in and asked Ralph if he had my shoes.
No, he replied, are they not out there? - he asked.
No, they arent.
Someone at the party must have took them - he said.
So, in the end, i spent $60 of the $155 for a new pair of nikes. I went back to my apartment and slept most of saturday. Fortunatley,
Ralph left me alone the rest of the weekend.
That party was, as i came to find, an annual event. And, there would be others, in between, for which, i would be the cocksucker-of-honor.