That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
I can’t be sure if I’ve covered this little event in my sexual life or not. So, I’ll tell you all about it anyway.
It was when I was in the Navy. Back in 1964, I can tell you that there was zero tolerance for homosexual activity. Still, It never stopped me from indulging. The particular event was predated by a milestone event that proved the point of zero tolerance. Just a month before my own little activity, there were two men discharged from the Navy after an investigate by CID (the Criminal Investigation Division of the United States Navy, later rolled into the the NCIS or Naval Criminal Investigation Service). This investigation had proven beyond a doubt that these two men had engaged in blatant homosexual activity while on active duty with the United States Navy. This was a crime that resulted in an immediate Courts Marshal and their discharge upon their plea of guilty.
With this recent activity still on our minds, it is a wonder that my friend, Phil, and I would even consider such activity. But we were young and a little thing like the CID hanging around looking for the likes of us was not going to interfere. No, not one little bit.
It really hadn’t been all that intentional, but there was this book, the title even now escapes me, and Phil was exhibiting a hardon that was reaching down his pants leg for about eight-inches or so. It was huge. He invited me to feel just how hard he was. Any thoughts of the CID were swept from my mind as I rubbed my hand over that gorgeous lump of cock that was so joyously being exhibited.
I continued to rub the hardness still trapped by his trousers. It was so hard, and his trousers were beginning to show signs of wetness from the precum that was oozing out of his cock.
“You’ve got to do something, Rob. It hurts so much being trapped in my pants.”
“What do you want me to do, Phil?” thinking to myself, God, I hope he wants me to suck his fat dick.
“Help me get these pants off.”
I reluctantly stopped rubbing that hardness the was being restrained. Knelt down and removed his shoes. Then I stood up and grabbed the cuffs of his trousers.
“Lift up your butt so I can pull your pants off.”
He unbuckled his belt, and obligingly lifted his butt while I pulled off his pants. He was wearing Navy issue boxers and his boner sprang up to full mast poking out of the fly of his undies. It was as gorgeous as I had thought it would be. It was a good eight-inches long and about an inch-and-a-half in diameter, with a pretty bulbous head crowning that beautiful piece of meat.
I dropped to my knees and examined his dick up close. The veins stood out in sharp relief. His dick was aching for someone to grab it and being stroking. I was happy to oblige. I took his hard dick in my hand and began sliding my hand up and down his meat. Phil moaned once or twice as a few drops of precum oozed from his dick and dripped down the head of his dick and onto my fingers. I used that fluid to lubricate the head of his dick with the palm of my hand. It had the result that I had been hoping for, more precum. I gave it a lick to keep it from dripping down onto his balls. It tasted just about like every other bits of precum I have been lucky enough to taste.
Phil could restrain himself no longer, but with a moaning begging voice said, “Oh, my God. Suck my dick faggot!”
I certainly didn’t need any encouragement, but leaned closer to his groin and proceeded to swallow all eight-inches of that gorgeous cock. The thickness was wonderful, in that it filled my mouth, and my throat recognized the girth of his dick was a good size as I was soon gasping for breath. I pulled back until his cock head was still in my mouth and I tongued his pee-hole, searching for more precum. I was rewarded for my efforts as the sweet fluid bathed my tongue.
I twirled my tongue over his dick-head and then slowly lowered my face down on his cock until my lips and my nose were mashed into his pubic hair. Did I mention that I absolutely love the feel of pubic hair on my face.
I began to establish a regular rhythm bobbing my head up and down on his dick. It felt so good, I could feel my own precum dripping into my shorts. I knew that if I kept this up for too long I was going to be soaked with my own precum. I didn’t care. I was enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding through my lips and into my mouth and down my throat.
I listened for Phil’s reaction to my ministrations, and was pleased to hear the ever increase moaning that was coming from his lips. I was gradually increasing the speed of my bobbing head, sucking his cock in as deep as I could.
Then it finally came to the crashing climax. He told me loudly, “I going to cum!”
I pulled back slightly until the head of his cock and barely an inch of the shaft was still in my mouth. Phil had grabbed the back of my head and began to pull me closer, but I resisted. I didn’t want him to cum down my throat. I want ALL of his cum load in my mouth. I wanted to get the full taste of his cum. I wanted to swirl my tongue with what I was hoping was going to be a nice load.
It was only a second for me to wait when my work was rewarded with a load that much more than I could have hoped for. I was now rubbing my own erect dick through my pants. His load was gigantic. He spurt time after time, each spurt half filling my mouth. I timed my swallows to match his spurt interval and managed to receive and swallow about seven huge loads of sweet cum into my mouth and down into my stomach. It tasted wonderful…that sweet tart taste of cum. At about the fourth spurt of his cum, my own balls decided it was time to ejaculate my own load of sperm. Definitely less than that which Phil was giving me, but certainly making a mess of my pants. I didn’t care.
When Phil was finished shooting his load into me, he sat back on the chair and groaned in relief.
“Thanks, Rob. I guess I was full of cum, huh?”
“Yup. A fine load. Anytime you feel the need, just let me know and you can fill me up again. Anytime, anywhere; just let me know.”
Phil, didn’t disappoint me. The very next evening, he invited me into his room. There were none of the preliminaries. He simply opened the door to allow me entry while his stood there stark naked with a hardon that a most welcoming sight.
This went on probably three or four times a week. Our schedules for duty were different enough to make it impossible for us to get together every evening.
After two or three months of this one sided cocksucking, I decided I wanted more. One evening while I as sucking Phil’s dick, I stopped momentarily and asked, “Would you mind taking my hardon into your mouth and sucking me?” The answer I got was a bit less than disappointing, he gave me as simple and direct, NO. It was almost enough to put me off his cock. But I didn’t let that bother me too much. I finished off his dick and was rewarded with the usual huge tasty cum load. Things weren’t total shit after all.
Since Phil was unwilling to help me get off, I figured there was only one recourse..see if he would at least jerk me off. After all, all he had to do was grab my hard dick and pump my cock until i shot my load. What he said was that he would rather watch me jerk myself off and then eat my own cum load from wherever it landed. The floors in our rooms were linoleum, so there was no problem there. I could easily suck and lick my cum up off the floor if it even got that far.
To my amazement Phil was able to get a hardon and jerk himself off while he watched me doing the same thing. I’m sot sure if he got hotter from having me suck his dick or watching me wank my smallish though fairly thick cock.
For the rest of my stay in the Navy, with me sucking his cock anywheres from three to four times a week and sometime even seven days in a row; the routine was that I would take his rock hard cock and suck him off, and then he would stroke his sometimes hard dick and cum as he watched me as I jerked off my cock in front of him. It was definitely less than optimal, but who was I to complain. I was getting a stomach full of cum most every day of the week, and was able to enjoy a post cocksucking jerk off and spew my own cum on the floor or as I tried to accomplish most days into my hand. What with my own cum and Phil’s voluminous cum flow, I must have swallowed at least a half gallon of cum over the six months I had remaining in my tour of duty that involved being close to Phil.
I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of taking so much cum in such a short time since. At least, I haven’t had to jerk off in front of most of my friends. I’ve been lucky enough to had my cock sucked more times than I can count, and my ass filled with so many cocks and so much cum that I’m a happy happy guy. Or should I say sissy? I’m never really sure. I’ll answer to just about anything.
Happy jerking off to my story. I hope you have enjoyed it. Let me know what you think and if you have enjoyed my words. Maybe, someday, if you are in the neighborhood we can share a couple cum loads.
Keep well, happy reading..love and kisses…Bobbie.