A Trio of Feeders

Northwest Indiana—October, 2015

I was back at the bookstore full of couches, with its wide variety of video types and its wider variety of mature men.  Here are three more men who were, shall we say, the cream of the crop…

I am watching the gay flick.  It’s only ok during the fucking…but the director has instructed the top to actual breed this partner and then to felch his load from the bottom’s ass and into the bottom’s mouth. 

I am very aware of how quiet it is in the room now, but it’s been a busy afternoon.  I have sucked and been sucked by men who are now regulars.  A few of them have given me their loads down my throat, but no one has managed to get me off.  So I’m stroking to the third felch on this video.

The curtain opens.  A distinguished looking gentleman in new jeans and a cardigan comes in.  He sits in the chair nearest my sofa.  “May I suck that beauty?”

I nod.  My cock disappears.  He’s great.  His experience shows.  I know I am dripping from all the play and the hot moments in the video.  He swallows and looks up at me, pulling off me for a moment. 

“Do you like women?”

“I do, sure.”

“My girlfriend would love this dick.”

Here we go again, I think.  He talks and strokes my cock.  About how she loves anal and has always wanted a DP.

Well, to make a long story short…this time it actually happened.  Not until the next month, but he (and she) came through.  But it was less than ideal.  She was nothing like he described (blinded by lust?)  We did get to fuck in every hole and we got to DP her.  But the huge disappointment was, and he told me this only as we walked up the steps to the motel room, he was not out as Bi to her.  We couldn’t touch—much less do all the things I wanted to with my mouth while the two of them fucked.   

Well, there.  That’s all I need to say about that.

He never gets back to sucking me.  He gives me a load instead, so excited by the prospect.

*****

Another day.

He’s a real blue color type.  His short, but thick cock juts out of his trousers.  He’s passed it around to two other men this afternoon.  Now he’s headed to me.  I have sucked off a couple of guys in front of him, so he knows I take dick.  I jerk as he stands in front of me.

“Suck it.  I saw you swallow those guy’s loads.”

Shit, I go from hard to super rigid.  I slide off the couch onto my knees and he thrusts into my mouth.  I suck.  He grunts.  He reaches out and holds my head in place.  He doesn’t fuck my face like I expect, just holds me still.

This Daddy unloads in my mouth.  Gallons.  His grip becomes vice like.  I can’t move.  Just swallow.

He grunts and thrusts once.  As far down my throat as his cock can go.

And I unload between his legs, just missing his work boots. 

He let’s go, pats my cheek and walks out.

*****

Another day.

It’s been business as usual.

And a kid from Notre Dame walks in.  Maybe 20 to 22.  Jeans and the college jersey show off his slender frame.  He makes himself totally comfortable in the bisexual alcove by taking off his pants and folding them on the back of the couch.  He removes a hot seven incher from his designer underwear and strokes himself to full hardness in moments.  It grows out of an extremely hairy crotch and has a wicked curve to the side.

I am sitting nearby.  He finally looks at me.  We smile. 

We watch the movie.

We look at each other.

“Great dick,” he tells me.  A pause.  “I’m not gay but I like to suck one every now and then.”

“Be my guest.”

He sits and thinks for a moment.  Then gets up and kneels between my spread legs.

He may like to suck—but I could wish he knew a little more.  “Cover your teeth,” I murmur.

“Sorry,” he mumbles around my dick in his mouth.  But he’s better now.  And it’s certainly hot watching someone so much younger working my meat.

He sucks me until his knees hurt.  He stands and stretches.

His cock is right at mouth level.

“You want some head?” I ask.

“Yeah, but I’ll cum…”

I lean forward.  He scurries back to his position on the couch.  I look at him.  He spreads his legs, invitingly.  I get up and kneel in front of him.  I will have to work on covering my teeth with his girth.  I sink down on his dick.  I work the top half of his cock.  Then I go lower.  I pause at the curve, but am soon able to take him to the root, my beard  and mustache entwining with his massive bush.

That does it.  Short and sweet time in my mouth, but a load like only the young can shoot.  He bucks into me and shudders.  He pries me off his cock—he’s too tender to let me lick it clean.  I offer him an extra paper towel from my pocket, but he jams his cum sodden cock into his designer underwear.

He kicks into his pants.  “Later,” he tells me and hustles out the curtained entrance.

I never see him again. 

I really wanted to see if he retained his cock sucking lesson…