Words I Love to Hear By Michael Gleich, all copyrights belong to author.
It was a hell of a day at the office. What with the sudden leave of our V.P. in Bangkok and me trying to get our Asian bureau running again from half way around the world.
Pulled it off and still managed the board meeting with Brad, my nemesis, trying to out maneuver me with his proposal. Now the only thing to worry about was getting home.
The night air-cooled the enclave of manor homes I nestled in ten years ago. I could see the garage door was up and Hank's damn truck parked in my garage. I first met Hank when his crew built the swimming pool in my backyard. He looked and acted straight and narrow. I gave him my best butch, but he saw right through me and our relationship has been that way ever since.
Still, his macho ego can really peeve me at times. Why can't he keep that rust bucket of his parked where the dripping oil had already ruined the floor? I drove my Audi in, making sure the tires stayed clear of the slick and then carefully stepped out of my car. I could hear the television blaring away. The door opened when the key went in, so I locked it.
"Hank, would you please turn the sound down. The neighbors for Christ's sake."
Maybe I had better turn the sound down myself before the cops came banging on the door. Mrs. Rosen, next door, had already complained about graphic language before. When the cops came, banging the hell out of the door, there I was standing at the entrance wearing only a tie, socks, and a Rolodex.
"A new blender," I blurted, "I was trying to recreate the salad dressing at the Beverly; the blender went crazy and threw fluids everywhere."
Oh, that smart-ass cop and his, "Don't forget the balls," remark he said he overheard.
Hank can be so damn loud.
The other cop said, "You got...eh mayonnaise, is it? Running down your chin."
How could they laugh like that after getting a crisp hundred-dollar bill-each.
Worried about Mrs. Rosen calling the cops again, I walked into the living room. There he was wearing his wife beater T-shirt and boxer shorts, sitting on my newly upholstered, crushed velvet winged back chair. He had kicked his work boots off on my two hundred year old Persian carpet with bits of what looked like caked mud falling from the soles.
"Get anotha' brew and get one for yurself." Hank crushed his beer can and threw it at me.
A watermark's pale ghostly halo stared at me where the beer can had stood on my lacquered, French-Country-end table. I had placed a coaster on every table.
Jesus, he was using the coaster for an ashtray. Such a slob; I marched to the television, bent over, and searched for the volume control.
"Hey baby, you winkin' at me?"
"Hank, for god sakes, keep the sound down. Mrs. Rosen will call the cops again."
"Let her. The bitch is hungry for this." He reached into the fly of his boxers, pulled his dick out and shook it back and forth. He smiled then and said, "The jealous cunt."
I smiled back looking down at his cock. The beast grew in his hand. At first, it hung over his fist in an arc, but as I stood looking at it, his barracuda grew by the second. Before I could turn to the kitchen, the damn thing laid across his thigh-waiting for me.
In the kitchen, I removed my jacket and pants. No more ruining another silk suit tailored in Hong Kong. Thank god, I had a case of beer packed in the refrigerator. I keep several cases in supply. There's even more out in the garage. Some stock rare wines. I have a warehouse of beer.
Popping the brewskees, as he calls them, I placed the cans on a tray along with some beer nuts-his favorite. When I walked around the corner from the kitchen he was sitting in the chair staring at the video on the television. I glanced at the title lying on top of the counsel, 'Bitches that Worship Mega-cocks'. A film evidently passed over at Cannes.
Leaning over next to the table by his chair I said, "I brought your favorite nuts."
"Aren't those a pretty pair of panties." I felt Hank's hand stroking my ass.
Placing the tray down, I turned and raised the front of my shirt. "They're not panties, there the latest in briefs."
"Oh. Baby, why don't you turn around and let me look at them." Hank rubbed his nipples through his wife-beater while looking at me. He looked so sexy with those huge biceps flexed from hard work. The curls of dark hair on his chest worked around the edges of the thin cotton. His chest stood out against the fabric, like the chiseled form of an Italian god.
I turned around slowly, lifted my shirt up. I thought the red nylon of the briefs showed my bubble butt best, apparently so did Hank.
"Take your shirt off, can ya do a little dance for me honey?" He put his big calloused hand around my thigh and felt up the side of my leg, reaching under my briefs and squeezing my ass-cheek. His fingers sank into the cleft of my butt, grazing my rosebud and sending chills up my spine.
I took my shirt off slowly while he felt me up. God did I love that; I could see the lust in his dark eyes. After tossing the shirt on the floor, I shook my head running my hands through my hair. He once told me how he liked to watch the curl that fell from my forehead bounce while I blowed him.
The music from the video was the usual suck-fuck beat, a lot of bass for ball banging to a two-quarter time. I spread my legs and gyrated to the sound. He loved me to keep my tie on, using it as a leash when things got really crazy, and they always got crazy with Hank around.
"Baby, wiggle that fine ass of yours in my face. Can you do that for me honey?"
He leaned back in the chair; that dick of his sprang to life standing up to its full ten inches of horse cock.
He sat there watching me while he slowly pulled on that fucking prick of his. I leaned over with my hands on my knees and wiggled my ass while looking back to see that damn dick of his. It's as if watching a cobra stand and spread its hood-you can't take your eyes from it.
"Yeah baby, get nasty for me. Pull your panties up in your crack for me. Will ya?" Hank lit a cigarette and watched while I reached behind and grabbed the fabric of my briefs pulling on them at the waist. The bottoms slipped up and crammed in my ass crack like a thong. I gyrated my bootie in front of him, looking at his cock sway, standing up waiting for some attention. He sat there with his cigarette, taking a swig of beer and a puff while I pranced in front of him like a ten-dollar whore.
"That's fine honey. Yeah, you lookin' good now." Hank reached up and slapped the cheek of my ass. "Why don't you cool down some and drink a nice cold beer." His hand grabbed my waist and pulled me on his lap.
That anaconda of his laid against his stomach and my thigh. He reached over for my beer, handing it to me. I could feel the heat from that dick and smell it. Damn it was hard not to stare at the thing.
Hank whispered in my ear as he nibbled on the lobe, driving me up the fucking wall with his tongue. "You take yourself a good swig of beer, baby. I want you to suck on my fuck stick for me. Would you do that? Suck my fuckin' dick real good?"
He kept whispering in my ear how he wanted me to blow him. He wanted to feel the head of his cock go down my throat and back up, how he liked to feel my lips hold on while he pulled out of my cock-sucking mouth. His hand reached over and played with my nipples until I thought I would scream. Then he reached down, grabbing my cock and balls through my briefs and massaged my package until I thought I would cum.
I looked down at that big dick of his dripping pre-cum from the piss slit. God I wanted it so bad. "Let me get down on my knees and suck your cock. Please?"
His hands kept feeling me up. "Drink your beer first and then I'll let you play with your favorite toy."
I felt his hot tongue slide from my tit to my ear. I downed the beer fast. He laughed when I handed him the empty can, throwing it behind him. Hank spread his legs apart and I slid between them. Reaching in his boxers, I pulled his balls out letting them hang down between his legs. His cock stood up ramrod straight like a pipe. Damn if he didn't look good. I stared for a moment. His dark eyes and creamy skin made him a natural beauty, without a gym or tanning salon.
He looked at me and winked. "Like what you see? Like lookin' at that baby maker of mine? Do ya honey? Want to suck that dick? Like to show me how much you can take down that cock-sucking throat of yours. Do you baby?"
I nodded my head while staring at his cock. He made it wave back and forth in front of my face. I reached out with my hand and grabbed the base of his cock pulling it down so the head would line up with my mouth. God what a cock, thick veins ran along the length of his dick, pumping it up, making it hard, thick and round. Jesus almighty, my tongue reached out and licked at the piss slit, lapping the clear nectar that flowed from it. I could feel the heat of his cock on my tongue. Opening my mouth I took the head in, sucking on it while my other hand grabbed some more of his cock to feed my face.
I sucked on the head running my tongue around, tickling the underside. Slowly I took more and more cock in my mouth. Going down and holding it for a while, then up. Getting that fucker slicked up with each plunge. Twisting my head like a corkscrew with each thrust, I wanted to feel every part of his dick in my cock-sucking mouth. More and more cock fed into me, going past my throat, down my gullet and back up. My hands began to get slick with my spit coating his dick. Down again I went, forcing more of that goddamn hose of his into me.
"Yeah, that's it bitch, suck my cock good." Hank grabbed each side of my head and began to pump my head up and down on his fuck tool. The damn thing would slide out of my mouth glistening wet as I nursed on it. At the top, I lapped at the slit until he pushed my mouth back down and my throat engulfed every veiny inch of that goddamn fuck tool of his.
"That's it, baby get down there where my pubes are honey. Get your fuckin' lips down there in my crotch. Come on baby, you can do it. Slide down that pole for me honey, slide your fuckin' throat on my prick you fucker." I looked up at him fucking my throat. He smiled down at me and winked.
When he felt something that felt real good, he would suck in air and raise his head up in ecstasy. That's when I would do it again, suck on his cock harder, and lick the head more.
The slick tube of flesh worked its way in and out of my cock sucker's throat. I could see his pubes getting closer, could feel them tickling my nose and now my lips. The fucker had me. Had me down, pressed into his crotch, grinding that fucking dick in my face. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of that fuck hose lodged in my gullet. The cock's girth stretched at my mouth with its hot dick flesh while I forced the very last of it down, and let Hank grind my face to the balls with ten inches of his thick fucking dick deep in my gullet.
"Damn baby, you're the best. The best god-damn cock sucker I ever had." Hank lifted my face off his dick.
I sat there sucking in air, drool dripped from the side of my mouth while I panted in front of this god. Hank sank back in the chair, his great cock, slick and shiny, waved in the air. Spit from my hard work rolled down the fuck tube and settled on his balls. Leaning over, I began to lick at his nutsack. They hung there nestled in the seat of the chair. His great orbs of cum filled ball juice waiting to unload in my hot mouth. I licked and sucked at his nuts while he lit a cigarette and downed some suds.
"Why don't you get back to work on my tool honey. You want some more don't ya? Want to feel that goddamn joy stick of mine down your cock-sucking whore throat, don't you baby?" He lifted my face from nuzzling his balls, pulling my head up to his dick.
I took his fucking cock with both hands and opened my mouth, sucking on the head, working my tongue into the piss slit for more of his sweet nectar. Pre-cum oozed out and slimed up my mouth real good. I swallowed each shot of goo, slicking up my throat for that love pole. I looked at his eyes while he stared back in disbelief. I swallowed that god-cock to the root. Down I went grinding my face in his pubes, sucking on it with my throat, engulfing that cock and milking it for everything last drop of jism. Hank began to moan, he stretched out his legs on each side. I could feel the stone hardness of his thighs as they squeezed around me. He lifted his body up making that dick of his an inch or two longer. I ground down, then up, sucking for all I had and back down again. Over and over, my mouth worked that cock of his until I heard him moan like a rutting bull.
I could feel his cock spasm deep in my throat. I could feel that wad of cum bolt from his balls and shoot down my throat. Feed me. Feed me your baby juice you hot fucker. Feed my goddamn face with that hot fucking cum.
He held on my head, moaning and spewing jizz juice deep in me. I kept swallowing, kept sucking it down my gullet as more spasms of hot seed filled my gut.
"Damn baby, that was good. Fucking all hell, you suck better then a hundred dollar whore, honey."
"I hope to Christ I do Hank." I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Guess you liked it huh?" I really do like working that dick of his. Outside of making a million now and then, cock sucking is my other forte'.
He reached down and tussled my hair. "Yeah honey, I like it a whole lot. Now if you're real good and get me another cold beer, I might just fuck you. What do ya' say to that?"
I asked, "In a glass or right out of the can?"
Okay, so I have another thing I do very well. I'm just a talented guy.
"Surprise me."
Those are the words I love to hear.
If you enjoyed the story, I would like to hear from you. I might write another one.
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