Throat Fucking White Beard

 My Playroom—June, 2025

A few posts ago, I wrote about the second Saturday group at the Jackson bookstore (where a cocksucker was so helpful in finding me a hot ass to fuck.)  I am surprised I didn’t mention a man with a long white beard.  He was good cocksucker.  Really good.  And hungry.  He begged to get my phone number so we could meet again.  He had enough skills, that I gave it to him.

He sent a text wanting to meet the next day.  I said no.  He tried again.  This time, we arranged a session that was 10 days after our first meeting, time to let things ‘be new again.’ It is rare that I invite a man over only for cock sucking and nothing else.  But we all know I like variety…

 

He stands on my porch, all smiles.  His hair is snow white, as is the long, scraggily beard that comes down to the middle of his chest.  He is likely a little older than I am.  His face and arms have been out in the hot sun and are slightly pink.  We go down to the playroom where he strips.  I have on just boots and the yellow jock.  He tosses his clothes in the chair.  I have fairly tame porn on the television, but he’s riveted to it.  I lean on the fuck bench.  I am pretty sure his knees will be glad for the padded floor under it.

He mumbles something I can’t quite make out as he kneels in front of me.  I don’t know how he will react to the slightly dirty jock full of the scent of many men.  The answer is that he mouths it and moans in the back of his throat.  He licks it, getting the fabric wet.  Finally, his hand comes up and he pulls the pouch to one side.  His lips make contact with my swelling dick.  He takes the head in his mouth and his tongue goes to work on my piss slit.  

White Beard deep throats me just before I get fully hard.  I love hardening up deep inside him.  My cock swells, cutting off his air.  He pulls back, panting, and hungrily takes me to the root again.  Two or three times in a row.

“Balls.”

He obediently starts licking them.  He seems to enjoy their flavor.  He lifts them and licks along my cockring.  I moan myself.

“Lie on the bed, head hanging over.”

He does, all atingle with anticipatory delight.  I move to the foot of the bed.  It’s a deep knee bend to get low enough, but it’s the perfect throat fuck.  I piston in and out of his open mouth and straight into his throat.  He groans and plays with his tiny dick.  I pull out. I am rewarded with a strand of deep throat spittle.  I wind it around my cock.

I tell him to get up.  I lie down and spread my legs.   It’s a good change of mood.  He can lick and suck however he wants.  He does a lot of licking up and down my shaft.  Now deep throating.  He leaves trails of wetness everywhere.  He loves the mirror reflecting his every move.

I have to remind him about my balls again.  He goes for them with enthusiasm.  He slobbers over the hairy orbs.  He licks it off.  He repeats the whole process.  He takes them into his mouth one at a time, his tongue swirling over them.  He lifts them and cleans the sex sweat around my cockring.  He goes farther down on my perineum.  He stops just short of licking my pucker.  He moves back up and repeats it all.

“I want to fuck your face again, but not on the bed.”

I get up.  I unhook the sling and let it hang down from the back chains.  I stand in the middle of the frame.  He kneels on the padded floor here.  I move forward, my hard cock slapping his cheek.  I grab my dick and use it as a club.  On his forehead.  His nose.  His open mouth as he sticks out his tongue.  Now I plunge into his open mouth.  He takes my intense throat fucking.  When I stop, I let him lick up all the spittle sticking to my shaft.  Without warning, I start a hard fucking of his mouth.  Deep into his throat.  He almost gags, but controls it—and lets me keep going.

We take a breather on the bed.  He is eyeing the toys.  He loves the looks of the big ones.

“Want to use one on me?”

“Did you clean out?”

“Nope.”

“Then, no.”

I stand up and feed him my cock.  Letting him be in charge.  He repeats all his tricks.

I take the mat for the rimseat and toss it on the floor by the bed.  He kneels on it.  I stand up for a throat fucking.  “Cum on my chest…” he mutters, when I take a breather.  I am surprised he doesn’t want the load in his mouth.  I try to think what else I can do with him.  But everything seems like just a repeat. 

And I have had my fill.  I take a hit of poppers, hoping it will trigger an orgasm.  I fuck his face—and the vapors do the job.  At the last moment, I pull out and cover his chest.  My cum clings to the white hair there.  White Beard grabs his own cock and shoots right along with me…