Beginning note: All usual disclaimers apply. I have shared in other stories - "Friends," "Cousins," and "Camping Trip First Time" - some of my early experiences sucking cock and other sex play with men. After those early experiences there was a long gap in same sex activity until I started again at a porn store with glory holes in a capial city - "Porn Stores and Glory Holes." I have thought about my love of sucking cock. Here I try to explain most of those thoughts.
Once sex with men was renewed I took to it naturally, pleased to enjoy the anonymity of glory hole cocksucking and meeting partners for further fun at motels, hotels, one of our homes, or other locations such as secluded areas, highway rest stops or one of our vehicles, usually an RV or van. I also discovered motels, "exercise" clubs and bath houses catering to men only clientele.
I did not think much of it, other than as a way to get some sexual satisfaction, especially on the many road trips required in my work. Usually at a glory hole I would get my cock sucked at least once while enjoying sucking another or others. Most men who put their cock through a hole for sucking are willing to reciprocate. Likewise with men met at a motel, "exercise" club or bath house. If the person I had just sucked did not return the favor there was almost always another man or more waiting for the pleasure of sucking or fucking with me.
An experience I had while on one of the many road trips prompted me to start thinking more about what I was doing and why I enjoyed it so much. I was in an east coast resort town, bored, and did the usual - found a local porn store since there were no men's motels, "workout" centers or bath houses in the town. After perusing the merchandise, I got some tokens and went to the video booths viewing area. At first I was disappointed this relatively conservative town apparently allowed no glory holes in the booths and the cubicles had the usual signs warning "Only 1 Customer Per Booth." My disappointment was relieved soon. Afterwards though the thinking about my proclivities started.
I had not locked the door to the booth. I was sitting on a folding chair watching a man-man sex video - the usual outrageously handsome, muscular, well hung hunks enjoying sucking, fucking and all the other things men do together. The door opened. A portly man - a gentleman really as it turned out - was standing there in suit trousers, a white shirt sans necktie apparently left in his vehicle outside or at his office. He was rubbing his crotch with one hand and looking down directing my attention to it.
"Want some company?" he asked.
Lame, I thought, but hell yes, I wanted some company. I wanted to suck cock.
"Sure, come in," I answered.
He entered the small booth, locked the door, stood facing me, and sat a can of soda on a small shelf along the wall by the door. I reached for his trousers, unzipped them. He fished out a short - 5" or so - but thick - 3 1/2-4" around - circumcised sausage with a bulbous knob end. His inviting plug of man flesh curved up slightly, a bubble of pre-cum glistening in the elongated slit. He held his shaft near the base between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, a few curls of black pubic hairs visible even in the dimly lit booth.
I turned in my chair, leaned forward, stuck out my tongue, licked off the slimy string of juice that was by then extending an inch or so down as he milked his pud slowly. I looked up at him, covered his fat helmet with my lips, pulled my tongue back and swabbed up and down in his juice-flowing slit.
"Oh yeah, good," he groaned. "Suck it."
I leaned back, winked at him then slid my mouth down over his shaft. I felt the ridge of his knob slide past my lips, his mushroom crown over my tongue, followed by his veiny plug. Wriggling my tongue around on his thick undervein, sucking, I took his cock as far as it would go before my lips touched his thumb and forefinger.
He let go of his root, unfastened his pants, let them drop. I moved my head back drawing tight suction, concaving my lips, sucking him the way I like to be sucked. With his hand out of the way my nose pressed against his white boxer shorts, lips brushed in his curly hairs. [Yeah, I'm not kidding. He was wearing white boxers, lightly starched even - a fine gentleman.] I went up and down on him a few strokes, bobbing my head, sucking, licking, slurping. He put his hands on the sides of my head.
"Wait," he whispered. "Let it go. I want to take off my underwear."
I sat back, relieved that my mouth was not stretched right then over his thickness. He wriggled his boxers over his ample, rounded butt, dropped them down his chunky legs on top of his trousers, and held the bottom of his heavily starched white dress shirt aside with both hands.
I grasped his stalk, stroked it, sliming my saliva and his pre-cum up and down his meat. Then I leaned in again, took him back in my mouth, put my hands on his fat hips. As I went down on him this time, burying my face in the soft flesh of his crotch, I had to lift my head to get underneath the roll of flab of his lower belly.
His naked aroma filled my nostrils. He smelled like a man on the way home from a day at work - a bit sweaty, slight odor (and taste) of pee, but offset by a nice cologne or bath oil. His thoughtfulness at taking such care of hygiene, using the good smelling stuff heightened my desire to suck him off, take his load of cum. I went for it, moved my head faster, sucking firmly, cupping his nuts in one hand, rolling them gently, slobbering and grunting as his cock head punched to my throat. He hunched his hips back and forth with my rhythm, just a bit slower.
"Unh, unh, unh," he grunted, I'm going to cum."
"Mmmmmpfh," I responded, keeping up my pace, sucking harder. I squeezed his fat thigh with one hand, massaged his balls tenderly with my other hand.
He let his shirt tails drop alongside my face, put his hands lightly on my shoulders, gripped softly as his cock swelled in my mouth, lurched and started squirting his creamy cum. I took the first shot right down my throat. I backed off, held his pulsing, gushing knob between my lips, sucked as he finished filling my mouth. He coating my tongue with his hot jism. Once he stopped pumping cum into my mouth I swallowed, went down on him half way and sucked, draining his cock of his clear, thinner flow. I let his cock go, leaned back, smiled up at him, wiped my lips with the back of my hand.
"Umh, thanks," I said.
"Oh, thank you," he replied.
Then he knelt down, raised up his boxers, trousers, pulled a white hankerchief out of a pocket, offered it to me. I declined with a wave of my hand. He cleaned his cock, balls, pubes with the hanky, folded it neatly and laid it on the shelf next to the can of soda. He picked up the can and offered me a drink of the soda. I took that offer, filled my mouth, handed the can back to him, swished the bubbly drink around and swallowed it with the leavings of his semen.
"Mind if I watch the movies with you for a while?" he asked, always the gentleman.
"No, that's fine," I said although the booth was cramped and warm even in the airconditioned store. I was sweating a bit but my deodorant seemed to be holding well.
He pulled up his boxers, trousers, fastened them loosely leaving his cock sticking out through the zipper. As we watched the videos his meat drooped a bit but stayed half erect. I sat there wandering what his next move, even if he had another move, might be. A bit uncomfortable I started talking with him, just random bullshit. In the course of our conversation I learned he was a local, owner of a travel agency, single, lived alone.
I mentioned something about being a traveling manager in the practice of aircraft operations management in response to his volunteered information . He chuckled quietly and said, "Well if you are as good at your business as you are at sucking cock, you must be a real succes." Then he added quickly, "Mind sucking me again? Put some more of your practice to work here."
"Not at all," I said turning toward him again.
He dropped his trousers and pulled his boxers down again, this time his again erected cock going down then jerking back up as the fly of his boxers caught on his thick knob. I went right for it again, took it in my hand, stroked it to check his firmness - no problem there, obviously. I cupped his ball sac, opened my mouth and took him right in to the the back of my throat, again arching my head up to get below his flabby belly. I sucked him moving my head back and forth for a few minutes. Then I took his cock between my thumb and two fingers, added the rest of my hand and stroked him, wet only by my saliva.
"I want you to fuck my mouth this time," I said looking up at him, smiling.
"Okay," he agreed.
I knelt on the floor so close to him I was using his trousers as a pad for my knees. I raised my head, opened my mouth, guided his cock between my lips, sucked on it. He pushed forward but not all the way, pulled back. I let his cock out of my mouth.
"Go all the way," I said. "Fuck my mouth with all of your cock."
"Umnh, yes, you can take all of it can't you?"
"Sure," I replied, "and I want all of it, your cum again too."
There was no doubt that he had the picture now. He put his hard cored, soft outer fleshed meat back into my mouth and started humping, slowly at first, but bumping his balls against my chin, brushing his pubic hairs on my lips with each instroke. Steadily he picked up pace as I drooled on his cock, moaning my approval, holding onto his chunky hips, running my hands up and down over the fold of his butt to his thick thighs, the back of his legs. He fucked, fucked and fucked. I rocked my head back and forth in rhythm with his movements, used my tongue and salivated freely, giving him a nice, wet, tightly clamped hole for his pleasure.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," he grunted. "Take it cocksucker. Take my load. I'm going to cum," he breathed, breaking for the first time his gentlemanly demeanor. "Your pussy mouth feels so good on my cock," he hissed. "Here it comes. Ungh, ungh, ungh, oooh, ungh, ah, yes."
He filled my mouth again with his cream, as much this time as before if not more. He kept pumping nonstop though squishing his cum out around the sides of my lips, splashing it onto my face, his ball sac, pubes; globules dripping, streamy strings running off my chin onto the floor. Each blob that hit splatted onto his highly polished shoes.
When he finished shooting into my mouth, he held still. I cleaned his cock, pubes, ball sac with my lips, tongue. Still though he took the handkerchief off the shelf and wiped himself well before dropping the cummy cloth on the floor.
I sat back, my jaw aching, nose a bit sore from his fat bashing against it, lips chafed by his pubic hairs as soft, curly as they were.
"I've got to go now," he said, pulling up his white boxers, trousers, tucking in his shirt, fastening up neatly. "I sure thank you for getting me off so good. I really needed it, and you did so well. If you'd like ot meet again some time, here is my business card. We can have drinks, dinner, play at my house," he invited me.
"I enjoyed it," I said. "I'll get in touch when I am in town. Thank you."
"Thank you," he said. "It was so good. Oh, by the way," he added, "if you want to suck some more today, tonight, there is a theater at the corner. Go to the balcony. There are usually plenty of guys there looking to suck or be sucked."
"Okay," I said. "Good tip, but you've given me about all I can handle today," I added winking at him again.
I was not being honest with him. I intended to go to the theater as soon as he left. I had a good reason for doing so - to get my cock sucked. My jockey shorts were a swampy mess from all the pre-cum I had leaked while sucking him off twice. My cock was so hard it was aching, my nuts too.
He left. I went to the theater. As I sat there in the balcony, empty so far, I started thinking. We have some standards, at least some ideas about the kind of people we want as sex partners. If I could, as I had just done, suck off this fat, short dick but gentlemanly, nice smelling man, did I have any standards at all? Probably not. My lust for cocksucking had grown to such a level I would probably suck any cock as long as it was disease free.
I would find out soon that was not the case. I did have some standards. The action that developed in the theater would define my standards, as low as they might be.
I sat there, bored, watching the big screen porn movies, wandering if any action was going on downstairs. I went down, checked the main floor. Nothing. Just a few guys sitting far apart. I cruised the bathroom, took a leak, then returned to the balcony. Empty at first, but a guy came in soon.
He made a point of sitting one seat over from me on the back row of the three in the balcony. He watched the movie for a few minutes, then took out his cock. It looked nice, thick, long, uncut. He peeled back the foreskin as his cock erected, and he stroked it glancing at me, catching me glancing at him.
"Want to help me with this?" he whispered.
"Sure," I said smiling at him.
I moved to the seat next to him, took out my cock, already erect, leaking pre-cum. I took his in my hand and stroked it. Nice I thought as it filled my hand well. With the foreskin back his red knob shined. I leaned over to suck him but was overwhelmed by his odor. His cock smelled rancid.
"I've been sucking over at the porno store," I said. "I'm horny as hell. Mind if I stroke you while you suck me?"
"Okay," he agreed.
I was not even sure about letting him blow me, but you know, horny cock and all that. Besides he was good at it. He cupped my balls and went nearly all the way down on me right away. As he felt my nuts, he slobbered all over my meat, kept good pressure, strong suction, moving his head up and down, slurping. I scooted forward a bit on the seat and opened my pants for him, lifted up and pulled down my knit underwear.
He stroked me, licked my balls, rolling them with his tongue. "Umnh nice," he said.
He went back onto my cock. After a few more bobs, I told him I was going to cum. He kept on sucking, though not as deep, concentrating more on the head and first third of my shaft. I started cumming and gave him a nice load. He swallowed it as I squirted onto his tongue.
Now I thought he's going to want me to return the favor. Yuck. I just can't do it. He saved me the trouble by sitting back and jerking off. At least I fondled his balls for him while he reached his cum.
"Thanks," he said after he finished. He zipped up and left. I noticed he had not bothered to wipe off his cock and balls at all, not even a little bit.
The next movie patron was a man who must have been in his 70s. He sat next to me also and reached for my crotch. I took my meat out and let him have it to suck. While he was sucking me he played with his cock the whole time. After I came in his mouth, I tried to suck him, but he was limp, even less than half hard. There was just no pleasure in it for me, so I gave up on it. He thanked me anyway, and I returned his thanks.
By then seven more guys had joined us on the balcony. Three pairs got together and started sucking, each partner taking turns sucking off his seatmate. I was wishing the old man would leave. I was even thinking about gettting up, going to the solo guy. While I considered it, he joined one of the pairs for a three-way.
I decided the night was over for me. I had an early wake up for work in the morning. After I left the theater my mind turned again to thinking about the day's events and further back in my history of sex with men. Why do I love sucking cock so much?
As I thought about it the answers seemed rather straightforward. Meeting available, willing men was relatively easy, uncomplicated; little bullshit or pretense involved, if any. At least some sexual satisfaction, if not a lot, was certain. The meeting might be a one-time encounter or the beginning of a longer term relationship for the mutual satisfaction of the partners.
Another way I thought about it was in terms of the five senses - sight, touch, smell, taste and hearing. I liked the differences in the manhoods - pubes, balls, cocks - that I had seen. These went to such things as varieties in amount, color, density, curliness or straightness.
My preference is for men with a lot of hair in the right places - legs; belly, especially a treasure trail; pubic mound; and moderately or more on the ball sac. The colors generally match the coloring of the man's head hair, if he has head hair, but sometimes tending to a darker color, even black on a blond-haired man.
Density is the mass of the hair - thick, bushy, or thin, wispy. Some have tightly curled hairiness or their hairs are less curly, even straight or stringy. Any color or density is pleasing to me.
Hair is involved also in the sense of touch. The hairs around a man's nipples, in his armpits seem so natural and in good order, but hairless chests are okay also.
Touching another man's cock excites me. Variety plays a role here too. The soft fleshy skin offset by the hard core of an erect cock is a beautiful contrast in feel. Then there is the matter of being cut or uncut. The uncut cock has generally more and looser flesh, of course. The touch is through the hands, fingers, mouth, lips, tongue, or just by rubbing on my body. A pre-cum leaking cockhead on my nipples feels especially good.
Except for the nasty-smelling guy I met in the theater the aromas of a man are a turn-on for me. The particular muskiness of a man's lower body is, well, manly. I know no other way to describe it. I inhale the aroma when I approach the areas - armpits, pubes, butt the latter sometimes pungent - where the smells of a man are most prominent.
There is a distinctive taste to male flesh and it varies widely from man to man, even on the same man depending on many things. Lick your own hand, savor the taste. You will understand if you do not already.
Pre-cum, I have found, is most often bland contrasted to the varieties in taste of cum, most, basically a sweet-sour combination. The tastes of pre-cum, if any at all, and cum are enhanced by combining naturally with their sight, feel, smell and sounds. Pre-cum and cum are slick, of course, juicy, slimy in good ways, natural lubricant. The benefit of pre-cum is enhanced by its mixing with saliva expanding its volume and the area it can cover by even slight dilution.
Pre-cum dripping onto a floor, a bed of leaves does indeed make an audible sound. Likewise, cum splatting onto a floor. The sounds of pre-cum and cum squishing on flesh, in tight holes are very arousing to me. Again, also, the combination in the senses and varieties of pre-cum and cum are evident. For pre-cum, the sight - a clear juice, touch - slick, slimy, lubricating - stand out most distinctly. Cum may shoot in wads, squirt in strings or ooze as a gelatinous mass; the color varying from a bright white to cloudy grey, then at the end of ejaculation, clear like pre-cum. The feels of cum hitting my body, slithering, then drying on me are all individual sources of excitement.
In the final analysis though the most outstanding source of excitement for me with a man is pleasing him, giving myself over to him in the most personal ways, being dominated mildly and submitting to him for his pleasure during our time together.
Those are the reasons why I love sucking cock so much, along with the things that occur while sucking, like rimming to excite the man or being rimmed, and the possibility the man may actually want to fuck me. The first time I was rimmed although we had taken a shower together first and cleaned well, I thought it was nasty until the thrills of a tongue on my anus overtook me. I learned the first time I rimmed that saliva helps a lot in overcoming any slightest hint of undesirability, even with a clean partner.
End note: I have probably failed in an adequate explanation since sex is such a personal thing for everyone and the psychology, sensations are so difficult to describe. Further, there is just too much to describe in the full range of thoughts that occur and senses that are stimulated leading up to, during and after engaging in sexual activity. As usual though, Constructive comments, suggestions, lavish praise to volatw@aol.com are welcome.