Size Does Matter Part-1-of-1
It was on a business trip. Gordon and I were finished with our calls for the day. We'd made a couple of really good sales so we decided to celebrate. We went to a nice restaurant where we had a couple of beers while we were waiting for a table. Then a couple of more beers with our meal. So we were a little drunk when we started watching porn back in our hotel room.
Unashamedly Gordon rubbed his cock through his pants. And as the movie got hotter, casually took it out and started stroking it. Surprised by its size especially since he was only about five foot seven, I couldn't stop looking at his cock.
I wasn't hard from the porn but as soon as I saw the size of Gordon's cock I was instantly hard.
When I kept looking, Gordon said something like, "I can't get hard all the way. How about you helping me?"
I immediately turned on the couch and took the big thing in my hand. I pulled his foreskin down so I could see his big reddish/purple head. As I stroked him, a moan that slipped from his lips prompting me to get started. As his cock stiffened I slid off the couch down to my knees between his outstretched legs. As I brought my lips to the tip of Gordon's cock, I could see his pee-slit glistening with a drop of pre-cum. I touched it with the tip of my tongue and found the taste tolerable and the texture kind of nice. It was very slippery on my tongue.
"Kiss it," Gordon murmured.
I started planting kisses all over it. Kissing the tip, kissing the left side. Running my tongue down the right side. I lifted the cock up and kissed underneath it. As I kissed the head, I finished opening his fly. Without me asking, Gordon raised his hips so I could slide his pants down and off.
"You want this cock don't you?" chuckled Gordon.
I nodded yes as I kissed the shaft and started stroking him off.
"Put it in your mouth," Gordon ordered.
Sucking a cock is like getting into a swimming pool. The best way is to dive right in. I slid my mouth over his head and down his thick shaft in one smooth movement and heard him moan, "Mmmm," with pleasure at my effort.
I didn't tease him. I started pumping the base of his cock hard with my hand and with my lips closed tightly bobbing my mouth up and down his thick shaft.
As I felt his thigh muscles tighten up and his hips thrust up off the couch, Gordon whispered, "Shit...suck that cock."
And then I heard him grunt, "Uuuugh, ugh." Then he said, "Oh fuck, you learn fast." Then he threw back his head in enjoyment as his cock blasted the back of my throat with cum. It was warm and salty and it kind of tingled in my mouth. I swallowed as he was still pumping my mouth full and, for just a second, the head of his cock slipped down my throat and I felt his pubic hair press hard against my nose and lips.
To my horror, I felt my cock shoot off in my pants. I'd been so focused on what was happening in my mouth that I hadn't even noticed that I'd even gotten hard. But I had. Now that my attention was drawn to my own cock, I realized that it was hard to the point of bursting. Well, I guess it did burst in a sense.
So I guess part of me got off on this scene but my throat didn't like his cock buried so deep down it. I couldn't breath and I could barely control my gag reflex. For a second, I thought I was going to throw up all over Gordon's cock.
It was a weird scene. My hips thrusting my cock against nothing more substantial than my underwear as I shot my load. Me, gagging down Gordon's cum while my throat tried to throw everything...cock, cum and all...back up.
It was a shame, pleasure, embarrassment, fear all mixed together.
I managed, with a little effort, to control my retching and pulled back enough that his cock was out of my throat. I would have pulled off of him completely but his hands were on the back of my head keeping my mouth around his cock. Gordon moved slowly in and out of my mouth for a minute or so, I guess extending the afterglow of his orgasm.
When Gordon removed his hands, I pulled away from him.
Gordon was looking down at me with a contented look on his face. I backed away, turning as quickly as possible so that he wouldn't see that I still had an erection and wouldn't see the cum stain if it had leaked through.
"God," I thought, "I just love fat cocks,"
After we got back to our main office, I sucked Gordon cook several times over the next couple of months and then he got transferred to another state.
My wife Barbara wasn't putting out like she should so when I lost Gordon, I replaced him. It was surprisingly easy. I just placed a couple of ads on line saying `cocksucker looking for married cock to suck and I swallow.' Who knew so many married guys weren't getting satisfied at home and wanted their cocks sucked.