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Lunch w/ Mike

If you're like me, when you get a little cum in your belly, you just can't get it off of your mind and you gotta get more. That's how today was for me. I woke up with dick on my brain and went through the motions all morning until I could escape from the office and park myself at the local suck shack. I debated some over where I would look for dick today. There's a spot that is regularly visited by the hot jock types with some glory holes, but I really wasn't looking for that today. Another spot, the spot where I ended up, you pay your 10 bucks and have free run of the back room without having to feed coins or worry about some attendant walking in on you with your pants pushed to the floor and some strangers dick in your mouth. The place is really hit and miss. When it's good it's real fuckin' good and when it's bad, I leave with a sore dick after stroking it so hard in anticipation of it eventually gettin' good. Today is was real fuckin' good.

The place opens at noon and I've been the first one through the door before. I don't mind waiting. In fact I like the feeling of anticipation if I have to wait a bit. I walked in, surveyed the movies playing, and settled on a booth with some hardcore, bareback leather action happening. I stripped down to my jock and tennis shoes, piled my clothes up on the cleanest spot I could find on the floor. I had my poppers in hand and began massaging my dick as I watched some guy on the TV get fisted and blown by another guy. It never takes very long.

I always jump a little when I hear the rickety turn-style announce the entrance of another customer. The venue is set up with a theatre-style room right up front and a long hallway of individual booths adjacent to that. I had positioned myself about half way down the hallway so I could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. When the guy got closer, I drop to my knees...my signal I'm there to suck cock. I always stop guys in their tracks when the first see me. It takes a certain amount of guts to strip down in a place like this and dudes are always caught off guard when they see me. This guy was no exception.

He was kinda frumpy, mid 40's, not much of a looker. When he saw me there on the floor his hand went to his dick and he started feeling his cock through his pants. Hmm, I thought, he isn't really the kind of guy I was after...I hoped something better would soon come along.

A few minutes later I heard the turn-style welcome another man. This was was even older...late 50's or early 60's I guessed. He too was impressed with my eagerness and started to stroke his dick through his pants. This guy, however, obviously had a big piece of meat so he had my full attention. I motioned him in with my head and he closed the booth door behind him. I pawed at his pants and felt a hefty piece of dick in there. He was only too eager to oblige me with it. Thick and uncut. I was hooked. I made a move to lick the tip but he pulled away and said he only wanted to jack off. I would have been easily bored by that, but it was pretty soon made clear that he would bend the rules for me. He kept his dick right in front of my face and would tease me with it...pulling away every time I tried to make a move for it. Eventually, I got my tongue on the tip...then a little farther...and then farther. He was getting into it now too. He taunted me asking me how much I wanted his big Italian dick. Being the polite military brat, I replied "Yes Sir" to all of his inquiries...even when he asked if I wanted to eat his load.

He grabbed the back of my head and proudly fucked my face. He forcibly worked my mouth and kept telling me that my pussy mouth felt so good and that he would be giving me his load. As he approached cumin, he'd stop and pull away and then just jack off again. I would then work it back into my mouth taking great pains to first slide my dick between his cock and foreskin...he really loved that. Soon he was oozing precut and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I waited until I heard his breath started to get louder and before he could pull away, I slid my arms under his legs and up to cup his ass in my palms. When he tried to pull out, I held him in place and, though he struggled, I was strong enough to keep his dick in my mouth as I brought him to climax. He was loud and kept yelling, "Oh fuck, oh fuck that's good...take it, take my load."

Mike was up next. He was positioned right outside the door when my Italian daddy zipped up and left. He grinned seeing me on my knees, my dick bouncing up out the side of my jock. "Nice" he said entering the booth without waiting for an invitation. He had me at "nice". This guy was tall, bald head, great build...I guessed in his mid 40's. He locked the door and reached down to help me to my feet. He gently but strongly pushed me against the wall and planted a kiss on my mouth. His tongue darted past my teeth and he was hell bent on sticking it down my throat. He was a decent kisser. As we made out, he started unbuttoning his shirt. As fun as this was, I wasn't sure I wanted it to continue until I reached down to cup his crotch and felt a big fatty in his slacks. He freed the beast and it bobbed out in front of me a solid 8 inches. "Fuck yes!" I thought...really just what I was after.

I managed to escape from his lip lock and position myself so that his dick was at eye level. I took a hit of poppers and started to work the end of his cock. This was a nice piece of meat and I wanted to take my time. When a guy's got a big dick, I don't like to take it all down at once. I like to make then think maybe I can' only get a third or a half of it in my mouth. Then I go for it and fuck if that always doesn't make an impression. Mike was very easily stimulated and he would get close and then pull away to keep from coming. Again I would go in and suck the head and slowly make my way down until I was throating the length of his dick and he'd again...pull away to prolong his orgasm. I edged him for nearly 40 minutes with occasional breaks during which he blew me.

We'd make out, takes turns sucking each other cocks. Finally, while we were making out and I held his rock hard boner in my hand, I looked him dead in the eyes and told him I wanted his cum. He made a noise like he was catching his breath, his eyes rolled a bit to the back of his head, and he started shooting long, hot volleys of cum all over my furry chest and abs. I had to laugh, I could feel he was close, but I didn't expect me being so direct would make him cum right there on the spot. Being the hot man that he was...he surprised me with his next move.

After the waves of pleasure shook from his body, he knelt down and started licking his load off my body. He did a really thorough job, lovingly licking up every last drop. Then he stood up and leaned in for another deep kiss...only this time he had his hot load still in his mouth. I opened my mouth and he tongued me, feeding me his load that he'd just licked up. We made out for several minutes making sure I got every bit of it. I found this so hot that I ended up shooting my load onto myself, some landing on my shoulder. Mike then licked up every last drop of my cum and savored it for himself.

The Bijoux

On a seedier stretch of Michigan Avenue there used to be an adult bookstore called the Bijoux. It consisted of an adult theatre showing horrible grainy, straight porn with rows of dilapidated seating crusty with cum. The front of the store sold movies, dildos, and magazines. But the best part of the Bijoux, at least for me, was the adult arcade…a dark, maze of booths where porn played and horny men would feed quarters into machines waiting for faggots like me to entice them to stick their dicks through one of the many glory holes. I used to drink five, six loads of cum on my way home from work. On one particular night I'll never forget, I got to blow my uncle, the fag-hater.


When I came out I never planned to declare it openly to everyone in my family. Truth be known, some of them are hicks and I knew they would have a problem with it. Like it or not, when I did eventually tell my parents, my mom freaked out and shared the news with everyone in the family thinking that having it all out in the open would be the quickest way to start the 'healing'. It didn’t really work out that way.

My dad was the oldest of four brothers and his youngest brother, Rick, couldn't accept me being gay. He called me all kinds of hateful things, not the least of which I minded. Whenever I happened to get stuck attending family functions he always treated me as if I didn't exist. To Uncle Rick, I was invisible.

This only bothered me because my Uncle Rick and I were pretty close in age. Being only 7 years apart, we used to hang out and do stuff. I always had a crush on him growing up. He was so freaking handsome to me and had one of those naturally fit bodies. He grew a beard when he was still in high school and I was so turned on by that. He liked to parade around shirtless in just jeans and his furry chest and stomach coupled with that beard caused me many painful erections. We would wrestle around a lot and it was heaven for me to be able to touch his masculine body. But a couple of times maybe things got too intense and he would forcibly push me away and get defensive that I was enjoying it too much. As I got older, and more desirous of him, we did less and less together.

The Bijoux was clear on the other side of town from my family or anyone I knew for that matter. Once I got my license, I just started looking for places to suck dick and this one was the best. I always parked across the divided highway to hide my activities, I'm not sure why. That day, I had had a rough day at work. My Boss was always bitching about something or other and I was just beat down. Nothing helped me forget my problems like sucking cock and that night I needed to eat some cum!

I like to play this game with myself. I will take a walk around the booths to survey the crowd a little and let the guys see me. Then I will wait for the guy in my favorite booth to leave and I'd quickly take his place. Inside, I would strip down...get completely naked. I would just toss my clothes on the floor not really caring if they got cum or dirt on them from the last guy. I would kneel in front of the glory hole and start stroking my cock. When I'm on my knees parked in front of a hole, my heart starts to race and I always get a raging boner. My rule is this: no matter who comes in to the adjoining booth, I have to blow them. If they are fat, ugly, small dick...whatever...it doesn't matter. As a cock sucker it is my job to relieve anyone that comes into that booth. I love surrendering to chance who it might be that should come in and it is exciting to me to have no choice in the matter of who's cum I eat.

That night I was looking to forget: forget my day, my job, all of my problems. I was edging myself and collecting loads. I let a rather large, uncut dick slip past my lips and back through the hole. The last few drops of cum stuck to the bottom of the glory hole as he pulled his cock through. This guy’s load was big and I remembered his dick...I'd blown him before. One of my regulars, though I would never recognize him by his face. I had a couple of minutes to relish his load before the door opened again and I heard someone shuffle in next door.

I stuck my finger into the hole giving my signal that I was looking for another load. There was no action on the other side of the wall. Frustrated that someone was occupying the room with my glory hole but not feeding me their dick, I attempted to get a look at the perpetrator. The light from the movie scene inside gave me ample opportunity to recognize my uncle. I froze with fear. Oh shit! Does he know I'm here? If he found out, I could pretty much guarantee he would beat the shit out of me. He turned to look down at the hole and I pulled back and hid so he wouldn't be able to see my face. My heart was pounding out of my chest. My fear was now being mixed with desire. I wanted to see his cock. I'd wanted to blow him ever since I knew what a blowjob was and here he was in the booth opposite me. I stole another peek and he was watching straight porn on the screen and rubbing his dick through his jeans.

I started to calm a bit. Clearly he didn't know I was here and clearly he was here for something. I just hoped that something was the same something I was there for too. I changed the channel in my booth to a station that provided the least amount of light to see into my space. Staying out of the light, I again poked my finger through the hole. This time he noticed and again attempted to get a look at the mystery guy on the other side of the hole. When he was unable to identify me, he stood up and turned his bulge toward the hole. He still wouldn't unbutton his fly, but he pressed his crotch close enough that I could reach out and paw his dick. I think that was all the coaxing he needed. He stepped back and peeled open his pants. He fumbled to get his dick out and when it sprung free, he dangled it just out of reach of the hole.

He had a nice, long shaft. Not terribly thick and it had a slight bend to the right. The head of his dick was full and pink and a drop of oozy pre-cum clung to his piss slit. It was now or never and I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue hoping to receive my prize. The moments that passed seemed like hours, but a second before I would have given up and withdrawn defeated, I felt that drop of cum touch the tip of my tongue. Slowly he eased his dick into my waiting mouth until I could feel his pubes against my lips. I closed my mouth around his dick and swallowed hard creating suction and began to work the length of his dick. He moaned softly and started to fuck the wall in sync with my mouth.

At this point I had blown my own load all over the wall in front of me…all of this done without touching myself. The thought and feeling of Uncle Rick's cock in my mouth was more than I could take…more than I could have hoped for. Thoughts of his sexy, furry body fucking my face though the hole in the wall pushed me over the top and now I was whimpering...I wanted to taste his load, the load of my uncle.

The wall creaked. He had gripped hard against the corners and was pressing his full weight against the wall. His balls tightened and his cock got even harder as his cum shot was building. “Ohh God,” he said… the first audible words from that booth as the first of several spasms of cum shot into my mouth. It was no different than anyone else’s cum, but to me it tasted all that much better knowing I had done something so taboo. I was swallowing my uncle’s jizz! My father’s brother had his dick down my throat and was emptying his cum into my hungry gut. I started to get hard again, just the idea of doing something so wrong, so morally reprehensible. It crossed my mind to fuck with my uncle and reveal myself. I soon decided that I wouldn’t partially for my own safety and partially out of the idea he might one day feed me again.