Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 18:34:47 EDT
From: Lckr069@aol.com
Subject: My Sign

This is a graphic depiction of sexual contact between two consulting males.
If it is not legal for you to read such material, or this kind of thing
offends your delicate sense of morality, then GO AWAY!

I am a Caucasian, Bi, male. In my late 40's. I love women, but, while I'm
not particularly attracted to men per se, I have a passion for sucking cock
(by the way, I keep that part of my life very secret. Which is why I'm not
going to be using any real names in this story).

I've had many male to male encounters in my lifetime. Although, with the
onset of Aides and other STD's that hang on forever, those encounters have
been virtually nonexistent in recent years. I hate the taste of rubber, and
although I love to suck cock, I'm not willing to die for it.

Anyway, this story is true and takes place several years ago when I was in my
mid teens. I live in a city in Northern Illinois (not Chicago). While it's
classified as a city, it's actually laid out like an overgrown small town.

Sometimes I used to think that I had an invisible sign on me that lit up on
occasion and said, "I suck cock." I'm not effeminate looking or acting.
Actually quite the opposite. However, when I was younger, it was not
uncommon for me to be walking down the street when some guy would pull up
in his car and ask if I needed a ride somewhere. Invariably I would wind up
in the front seat of his car, parked somewhere, with his dick in my mouth
and him pumping his hot load of cum down my throat. This is a recounting of
one such incident.

It was a warm summer night. Not hot, balmy actually. I was walking along a
street about a block off the main drag. Near downtown. Not going anywhere in
particular. The street was not deserted, but there was very little traffic. A
car passed me but I paid it no attention. I had walked about a block when the
car passed me again. This time I noticed it go by. After about another block
or so I saw the car go by again, a little slower this time. It was a large
luxury sedan with a male driver. He was the only occupant. I couldn't see him
very well, as the street wasn't well lit, but I could tell he was checking me
out. He went on by and I continued my walk. After yet another block or so I
was standing at a corner, waiting to cross the street, when the car went by
me again, even slower this time. This guy was definitely checking me out. I
pretended not to notice him as I crossed the street.

He went on by. When he'd gotten to about the middle of the block he pulled
over to the curb, but left the car running. As I approached where the car was
sitting I heard the electric window on the passenger's side slide down (they
have that distinctive whirring sound). There was no street light close by, so
it was kind of dark, but when I looked at the car I could tell the guy was
looking directly at me. I walked over to the passenger's side of the car and
leaned down to the open window. I heard the guy say, "How's it going
tonight?" To which I replied, "OK." As he flipped on the dome light he said,
"I was just wondering if you might know where I can find somebody who'd be
interested in sucking on this." As he spoke his eyes lowered to his lap, as
did mine. He had his pants open and was slowly stroking his hard cock.
(There goes that damned sign again!) As our eyes met again. I informed him
that I might, in fact, know where he could find someone, but I'd have to take
him there. He said, "Hop in." I got in the passenger's side (I had no fear
in those days) and we drove off.

As we drove he'd removed his hand from his hard cock and I'd replaced with
my own. As I slowly stroked his stiff manhood with my left hand, he struck
up a conversation (they usually do). He said, "My name's Bob, what's
yours?" I had used many names at that time, but I chose Dave for this
occasion. Then he asked, "how old are you, Dave?" I told him that I was 21
and he seemed satisfied with that. (I was actually closer to 17) I guess I
should mention that "Bob" appeared to be in his late 30's or early
40's. Slightly over weight, but not fat or heavy. It was difficult to tell
his build, since he was sitting down. He was very well dressed and groomed.
Obviously had money. I didn't ask, but I figured him to be a family
man. Just out to get a little blow job action tonight. That's usually the
kind that picks up guys like me.

Anyway, All the while we drove & talked I continued to slowly message his
hard meat stick. The drive, and conversation, was relatively short. I
directed him to a secluded place I knew of. Where it was dark and deserted.
No houses, no traffic, and most importantly no cops. When we'd parked, he
shut the car, and lights, off. There were a few seconds of silence. I just
held his cock in my hand as he placed his arm on the back of the seat. Then
he gently placed his hand at the back of my head as he softly said, "so,
you looking for a little cock action tonight?" (Talk about your stupid
questions!) He gently urged my face toward his crotch. He got no resistance
from me. By now I was hungry, very hungry!  His cock was not really big. It
was cut, about 7" long and not overly thick, but not skinny either. It was
very very hard. It felt like a steel rod covered with velvet. The head was
helmet shaped and felt like hard foam rubber. The shaft had very distinct
veins running all around it, and I could feel it pulse and throb as I
gripped it with my hand. I was using my thumb to smear his precum around
the head.

I opened my mouth as he gently urged my head into his crotch. I heard him
moan softly as his hips pushed upward, his hand gently pushed downward, and
his throbbing hard cock entered my hungry hot mouth. I pursed my lips
tightly and felt the ridges of his manhood slid over my lips as he fed me
his meat. I was in heaven as I slowly, steadily, began to bob my head up
and down in his lap. Feeling his fat fuck stick slide in and out of my wet
hungry sucking mouth. I loved the feel of his spongy cock head rubbing
along the roof of my mouth and jabbing at my throat with each downward
plunge. On the upstroke, I'd pull out just enough to keep his head in my
lips. Then plunge down again. Taking his shaft all the way to the base. I
felt his pubic hairs rub my nose as my mouth and throat were filled with
his pulsing hardness. I slowly, gently, caressed his balls as his hips
pumped up and down in rhythm to my sucking action.

All the while I was sucking him, he kept his hand on the back of my head.
Gently directing the action. He was steadily moaning and groaning, and
saying things like, "Aw yea, Dave. That's it! Suck my cock! Damn, you're
good! I knew you'd be good! Suck it, boy! You like sucking my cock, don't
ya? I can tell you like it, cause you're damned good at!!" (I've been told
I have a talented mouth)

After only a couple of minutes, his grip tightened on the back of my head.
His pumping hips became faster and more urgent. He was literally slamming
his hips upward and his hand downward. Fucking his cock harder into my
sucking mouth. I knew that my reward was on it's way. He was saying, in a
strained whisper, "Keep sucking! Don't stop! I've got something for!
Daddy's got something for you!!!" " Ugh, ugh, ugh!!" (I love it when they
grunt like that)

I felt the familiar warm explosion in my mouth, as he erupted. He held my
head still with both hands, as his hips jerked and convulsed. I felt his
rod grow larger and pulse in my mouth as he shot volley after volley of his
hot delicious nectar into my wanting mouth. I swallowed, furiously, every
drop he offered me. All the while I kept gently messaging his balls. Trying
to milk as much of his juice as I could get.

When his eruption had subsided, and his cock began to soften, he pulled his
hips back. Slowly pulling his shrinking cock out of my still pursed lips. I
sat up and swallowed the last of his load as I heard him say, with heavy
breaths,

"Damn! That was good! I needed that! Thanks." As he was stuffing himself
back into his pants and zipping up I responded, "It was definitely my
pleasure."

As he drove me back to where he'd picked me up he asked, "Are you around
here often?" (How come I was expecting that question?) I replied,
"Sometimes." Then he said, "Maybe I'll see you again." (I was expecting
that one too) I responded, "Maybe."

I never did see "Bob" again. I didn't really expect to. It didn't matter.
There were plenty of guys like him around to satisfy my hunger. And my sign
was working just fine.


Let me know if you liked my story. You can Email me at Lckr069@aol.com