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Sucking Roger (mm)
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Subject: Sucking Roger (mm)
The following is a work of fiction, although it would be nice to see
it happen. I wrote it for friend I chatted with on the net in the
summer of 1993. He and I never got a chance to meet in person, but
this might have happened if we had. The story involves consensual
sex between adult males. Enjoy!
It was a hot afternoon in August, and I was really horny. One of
those days where you want to peel off all of your clothes just to stay cool.
I was at work, but being so horny made it really difficult to concentrate
on getting any work done. It had been a long time since I had sucked
some hard young cock, and I was in the mood for some action. Even
though I was comfortably cool inside my air-conditioned office, I needed
to be outside, sweating in the sun, and cruising for cock.
I made some excuses at work and headed out. Occasionally I cruise
some rest rooms of a local medium-sized university, and usually it is a
rewarding experience. You find all kinds there. Sometimes staff or
faculty who are dying to get some great head, but whose wives won't suck
cock, sometimes a hot young frat boy or two, straight, gay or bi-, who is
just curious or plain old horny as hell, or sometimes, if you're lucky, a
high school kid who's taking summer credit classes and curious about dick
suck.
I fondled my crotch through my jeans as I drove out the parking lot.
Maybe today would be a good day for some action. I'm in my early
thirties, tall, slender, clean-shaven with longish hair. I've been happily
married to a fine woman for several years, and we have a great sex life,
but she doesn't have seven inches of hot cock between her legs ready for
me to suck. She doesn't know that I love to suck cock, and there's no
reason for her to.
As I drove I scoped out guys along the way. I saw a hot guy in
skimpy shorts and a tank top, biking along the side of the road with a
female companion. He had dark bronzed legs and short blond hair. I
glanced over at him as I sped past, and wondered if he had ever worked
that cock of his in and out of a guy's mouth before. I squeezed the bulge
that was growing in my jeans and drove on.
Pulling into a parking place near campus, I looked around. There
were a few people walking around, some people lying on the grass
reading or catching rays. I walked to a building that had a reputation
among cruisers for being a pretty popular pick-up spot. The mens room
in the basement was the place, and I headed down that way. The
basement is quiet and deserted in general. This particular rest room has
a heavy door that creaks mightily when opened. There is a short foyer
rounding a corner that opens up into the room. These features give it a
good deal of privacy. At least if you're in the middle of something you
have a second or two to get yourself together before being intruded upon.
I opened the door and walked in. The sinks were immediately on
the right, opposite a wall on the left. Farther in, four stalls were on the
left, and four urinals on the right. Surprisingly, no one was in there. I
took the opportunity to check for new graffiti on the stall walls, but there
was nothing interesting. I moved to the farthest urinal in and freed my
cock. While pulling it with one hand, I massaged my balls through my
underwear with the other hand. I continued to stroke my cock slowly,
wondering who would be looking for a hot blow job today.
In a few minutes I heard footsteps outside, and the heavy door
swung open. I kept one hand on my cock, eased farther into the urinal as
if I were getting ready to pee, and stared straight at the wall ahead. Out
of the corner of my eye I could see a young guy, maybe 25 years old,
enter. He had short brown hair and was dressed in preppie shorts and a
polo shirt. He took the first urinal, the farthest away from mine, eased
out his cock and begin to piss. I continued to stare at the wall in front of
me. As his piss flowed, I thought, "Ah well, not this one. We're
definitely here for different reasons." As he finished and turned to leave,
I glanced over at him. He had nice tanned legs and a good build. Would
have been a great suck job. He left and I was alone again. I began to
fantasize what it would be like to suck him off, squeezing his balls and
slurping on his cock. My own cock began to harden as I played with it.
As I was gently tugging on my rod, the door opened again. A guy
slowly entered and approached the urinal two away from mine. What a
bod! He was tall, maybe 19 years old, with shoulder-length blond hair
cut evenly. He was wearing cut-off jeans as shorts and a tee-shirt. He
seemed muscular, but not muscle-bound. He was gorgeous! He pulled
his cock out from within his shorts, and held it with his right hand,
enabling me to glimpse it from where I stood. He didn't start to pee right
away, but instead tugged gently on his cock and leaned back ever so
slightly, as if to give me a better view of his rod. I waited several
seconds, then eased backed from the urinal just enough so that he could
watch me play with my cock if he wanted, without being too obvious. He
pulled his cock a little faster, and openly stared at me and my tool.
"Aha," I thought, "here's a live one who's looking for some fun!" I
caught my breath as I imagined how great it would be to suck off this
stud. Boldly, I moved to the adjacent urinal that had separated us. He
looked up at me, smiled, and then stepped back a bit, so I could see him
fully. He had pretty green eyes, but what a cock! His cock was cut,
already about six inches long, and getting harder. With his other hand he
eased his tee-shirt up to his chest. The golden line of hair from his belly-
button that fanned out into a beautiful blond bush nestled around his cock
and balls was irresistible. I reached over and caressed his tummy and slid
my hand down to his cock. Grabbing it, I began to jack him slowly. He
closed his eyes, leaned back and enjoyed the ride.
My own cock was as big as it ever gets. I just had to suck this
delicious cock of his. "C'mon," I whispered, and walked over to the last
stall in the row. With me still holding his cock, he willingly followed.
Letting go of his rod briefly, I quickly dropped my jeans and underwear
and sat down on the seat. With him standing in front of me facing me as
I sat on the stool, I resumed my attentions to his cock. I stroked it and
fondled his balls. His cock was even better close up. It had that fresh
cock smell, and pre-cum was just starting to leak from the slit.
Wasting no more time, I began to lick his cock. As he softly
moaned appreciation, I moved both hands to play with his balls as my
mouth engulfed his cock. He was rock-hard now, but I could still slide
my mouth up and down the full shaft. As I pumped his rod with my
mouth, I flicked my tongue around the head when I came back to it. He
unbuttoned his shorts, and they fell to his ankles. I was surprised to find
that he wasn't wearing underwear! I moved my mouth from his cock
down to his huge balls. I kissed them, and gently took one in my mouth.
There was no way both of his balls could fit in my mouth at once. He
moaned softly as I slide my tongue over and engulfed his other ball. He
ran his fingers through my hair, and pulled my face up onto his rod. I
happily started sliding his cock into my waiting mouth. On the next
stroke I could feel his tummy hair tickling my nose and his ballsack
against my chin.
I moved my hands around to his butt and began kneading his ass
cheeks. He had a firm young ass, and I rocked back and forth on his
cock as he fucked my face. He continued to moan softly as I began
working his shaft in earnest. I loved flicking my tongue around the head
of his cock, tickling his cum-slit, as he rammed that huge thing in and out
of my mouth. As I moved a finger into his crack to explore his asshole,
he moaned and whispered that he was going to cum. I sped up my
motions on his cock and paid extra attention to caressing his cock head
with my tongue. Again he whispered that he was going to shoot. I let
him know that I wanted his cum by staying firmly attached to his cock and
glancing up into his eyes. He was gazing down at me through half-open
lids, and he smiled.
He bucked hard, and pulled my face against his groin while I
simultaneously pulled him closer with my hands on his butt. He started
to unload his hot juice in my mouth. I eased back a little, so I could take
his load. He resumed his thrusting, and moaned louder as the cum
continued to pour from his cock. This guy clearly hadn't had any in quite
awhile - he just kept cumming. I swallowed as fast as I could while still
being able to savor the thick salty treat he was giving me. Again I
looked up into his eyes. Now he was watching me anxiously, apparently
happy to see me swallow his white-hot cum load. I smiled as best I could
with his cock in my mouth gushing his cum into me.
As his cum flow gradually slowed, I pulled off, grabbed a breath,
took his cock in my hands, and began licking the head gently. He
moaned more, his cock bucked, and more cum rolled out. I eagerly
lapped that up, and moved back down to kiss his balls. I took them one
at a time into mouth, gently rolled my tongue around them, then moved
back up to kiss his cock. He was still oozing cum from the head of his
cock! This guy really gushed the white stuff! I licked the cum from him
like a lollipop.
When it seemed clear that he had cum all he could, I pulled my
mouth from him, although I couldn't bring myself to let go of his cock.
I looked at him standing there, with his shorts around his ankles and his
tee-shirt pulled up to his chest. He was gorgeous! He leaned down,
kissed my forehead, and whispered what a great blow job I had just given
him. I replied that it was easy when he had such a great cock and huge
cum load. He whispered, "C'mon, meet me outside." With that, he
pulled up his shorts, hid his barely-reduced cock back inside, and headed
out the door.
"Well," I thought, as I pulled my thoughts together, "I've just
pulled the cum from the depths of his balls with my wet mouth, and still
this hot young stud wants more! Fine with me!" I pulled my jeans up,
got my unsatiated cock back inside my underwear, and went out into the
hallway. I saw the guy slowly walk outside the building, making very
subtle "Follow me" gestures.
I followed him outside to find him sitting on the grass in the sun.
I walked near, and he motioned for me to sit beside him. I wanted to
pounce right him and ease his cock down the leg of his cutoffs to play
with, but decorum prevailed so I sat at a comfortable distance.
"Hi, my name is Roger," he said. "You sure suck well," he
quietly continued. "That was the hottest blow job I've had in a long time,
best ever from a married guy," he said, smiling and glancing at my
wedding ring.
"Hi Roger, I'm Chris," I replied. "That was the biggest wad I
think I've ever swallowed."
"Yeah, guys tell me I shoot a lot. Sometimes when I jack off it
spews up and hits me in the face."
"I believe it. Wish I were with you to lick it off. You've got a
great cock, and I love sucking it for you," I said.
"Wanna blow me again?" Roger asked. "Maybe a long slow suck
somewhere private?"
I was ecstatic. "Now?" I asked. "Can you cum again so easily?"
"Well, it won't be quite as big as load, but sure, I can cum for you
anytime the way you work my cock. I loved looking down and seeing
you take my hot load," Roger answered.
I thought a minute. I'm usually antsy about taking strangers back
to my place, but this guy was so horny and looked so honest that I
seriously thought about asking him to come over. I hadn't sucked any
cock for so long, and here this hot stud wanted to feed me two mouthfuls
from that gorgeous cock in one day.
"Come home with me," I said, not believing my voice. "I don't
live far. My wife won't be home for a couple of hours, and I'll suck you
long and slow, or any way you like it. I wanna slide my tongue around
your cock and slurp the hot cum that you're gonna shoot down my
throat." Talking dirty like that turned me on. The way Roger's cock was
easing down the leg of his shorts said that he didn't seem to mind, either.
"Yeah, Chris, I wanna feel you on my cock, and watch you take
my load. I could shoot right here."
I chuckled. "Well, save some for me, Roger. Pull your shorts
down back over your cock, and come with me."
We stood up, and Roger discreetly adjusted himself so that we
wouldn't be arrested on the spot. As we walked over to my car I
mentioned that I lived about twenty minutes away, and that I'd bring him
back to the campus. He said that was fine, and we started driving to my
place.
As we rode, I tried to make small talk with him, find out where
he was from, his interests, and so forth. Roger didn't seem interested in
that, however. He took my hand and guided it to the soft bulge in his
shorts. Thank heaven for automatic transmissions! He slid over a little
in his seat and eased down a little as I massaged his cock through his
cutoffs. Playing with his cock like that got me horny, and I began
muttering to him about how I loved it when he fucked my face with his
tool. He was turned on all the more, and began bucking his hips gently,
while moaning, "Ah, yeah, Chris, take my cock in your mouth. Suck me,
suck me, buddy!"
I didn't want him to cum right there, without me in place to
swallow another round of his cum, so I gently removed my hand from his
bulge and tried to concentrate on my driving. Fortunately, we were
nearly home.
As I pulled into the driveway, Roger adjusted the bulge in his
shorts so that his cock was not hanging out beside his leg. All I could
think about was getting at that cock, and sucking it some more. We went
inside, and I showed him the guest bedroom. I thought he would tear off
his clothes in an instant and fall on the bed ready for me to suck him
again, but that was not the plan.
Roger pulled me close to him and began kissing me as he
unbuttoned my shirt. His hands worked their way down my front, and
began to unbutton my jeans. I broke our kiss long enough to pull his tee-
shirt over his head, then began kissing his neck and shoulders. I kicked
my shoes off as he helped me out of my jeans. He stood back up and
quickly shucked his shoes and socks. I pulled my socks off, and kissed
his nipples and chest, working my way down to his stomach and belly
button. As I was reaming out his belly button with my tongue, I
unbuttoned his cutoffs, he kicked them off, and I squeezed out of my
underwear.
There we were, both totally naked, with his cock bouncing inches
below my chin. I couldn't believe I was doing this in my own house, but
he was so gorgeous and so horny that I had to take him again. I gently
pushed Roger onto the bed and climbed aboard after him. He stretched
out fully, spread-eagled on the bed. Holding his cock with one hand, I
fondled his balls with the other. Moving below his cock, I could smell
the musky scent of his earlier cumming.
He moaned softly as I began kissing his balls one at a time.
"Yeah, Chris, work those balls. That's it, awww, yeah!" Roger
exclaimed. This guy loved getting sucked, and I was just the guy to
satisfy him.
I moved from his balls up to his cock, and let it slap me in the face
as it swayed in front of me, awaiting my kiss. Tugging gently on his
balls, I kissed the head of his cock a few times, then pulled away to see
his reaction.
Roger peered down at me from the head of the bed and said,
"Yeah, beautiful, man, work those balls. Take my cock, Chris. Suck me
hard!"
I needed no further invitation. "I'll suck you, Roger. Shoot me
that hot load," I replied. I moved my hands up to his cock while I took
it into my mouth. Jacking him slowly with both hands, I ran my tongue
over the head of his cock while I bounced up and down on it. I pulled my
hands from his cock and began sliding up and down his shaft faster and
deeper. Gazing up at Roger, I saw him smiling and watching me suck
him.
"That's it, buddy! Work that hot cock. Make me cum. Make me
cum, Chris!" he said.
He absently played with my hair as I continued to work on his
cock. I slid my hands under him, to his ass, and he arched up so I could
finger his asshole. Before I could slide a finger into his butt, he pulled
me around. He wanted to 69 with me!
I eagerly swiveled sideways and eased my legs his way. He slid
over and turned so that he could get to my cock. Roger's head parted my
legs, and his warm mouth found my cock. As he took my cock head into
his mouth, I sped up my motions on his cock. I moaned as he began
sliding his mouth up and down the sides of my cock.
The kisses Roger was planting on my cock were driving my crazy.
I pulled off his cock long enough to lubricate my middle finger and cry
out, "Suck me, Roger. Take my cock!"
I resumed my attentions to his cock, and he started riding mine
with his mouth. I eased my spit-covered finger back to his asshole, and
pushed. He began fucking my face in earnest as my finger slid into his
asshole. I could feel his balls tighten at my face, and new that he would
cum. I bucked my hips, and thrust my cock deeper down his throat.
Roger shoved his cock down my throat to the hilt, his balls pressed
against my face. He held his cock there, and started to spew his hot cum.
He thrust again, and I could taste more of his hot cum as I swallowed
quickly. I worked my finger in and out of his asshole, and felt that
glorious throbbing in my balls that indicates I'm gonna shoot.
He continued to shoot his cum down my throat as I fired my load
into his mouth. Roger pulled off me a second, then took my cock in his
mouth again. I held his cock his cock in my hands and cried out, "Yeah,
Roger, take it, buddy, take it! Eat my cum!" I humped my hips into his
face and he worked my cock as the cum rolled out. Meanwhile, on my
end, his cum load had slowed, but continued. I licked up the cum I had
missed and kissed his cock.
As I pulled my finger from his asshole, he took my cock from his
mouth long enough to mutter, "Great blow job, baby, great suck, great
suck." I slurped up some of his stray cum, and pulled off of him.
"God, that was amazing," I said. "You still shot a huge load, even
after I sucked you once."
"Yeah," he replied, "felt like you haven't been hoovered in awhile,
either."
We rolled apart, and I moved up to be next to him on the bed.
We laid together, still sticky and naked, as we caught our breaths.
Without thinking about it, I took his no longer swollen cock in my hands,
and gently caressed it. Roger looked over at me and smiled.
"I'm gonna be on campus all year. Think we can get together
again?" he asked.
I laughed out loud. "Hell, yes, if you want that cock sucked
again, just whip it right out. I can take your cum anytime."
Roger smiled again, and leaned over to kiss me. We cuddled
awhile longer on the bed, then got cleaned up, and I drove him back to
campus. But not before we traded phone numbers. That night my wife
asked me how my day was. I told her that it was pretty hard, but that I
got through it okay.
Roger and I managed to meet several more times, always having
great sex, sometimes with more than just the two of us. But those are
stories for another time.
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