Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2007 15:45:09 -0400
From: Phil Alio
Subject: BJ for MWM

     I have sucked a lot of cocks in three decades of active
fellatio.  But, I had another "first" last week when I got my
first dick through Craig's List.  My ad said "Kids driving you
crazy and the wife hasn't sucked your dick in years?  Kick back
and get blown the way YOU want it by a talented oral expert.
NSA, non-recip service for married straight dudes ONLY!"  I put
in my age (mid-50s) and location and it got posted.  I didn't
really expect much.  I figured I had nothing to lose, but I've
been sucking long enough that you have to go through a lot of
toads before you get to a prince.  I was contacted by some guys
who were obviously homos like me, and a few I thought might be
queer.  One guy wrote and his email had another "feel" to it.  We
started emailing back and forth, and I told the man that I had to
meet him before I brought him home, mostly to make sure he was
"my type" and make sure he wasn't an ax murderer or other type of
psychopath.  I gave him the name of a bar near me (straight, of
course) and he knew where it was.

     I drove to the bar not expecting to see the pickup truck he
said he drove, but there it was: red, dirty, and beat up.  I
walked in the bar and saw one guy sitting alone that matched his
description: 45 years old, 6' 1", 190, goatee, levi jacket.  He
hair was thick, and it and his goatee were salt and pepper.  I
asked him if he was "Mr. X" and he was.  He was nursing a beer
and watching the baseball game as I sat down.  We chatted, and I
watched as he eyes automatically went to any women who was
entering the bar. That was a good sign.  I love straight men!
Their natural masculinity and the easy way they projected their
manly power has always fired up my imagination - and dick!  Ever
since I was a kid I've been drawn to "real men."  Sure, I've
blown plenty of queers, and I will so again, as long as they're
not prissy queens.  But, a straight guy, especially a breeder?
I'll lick their balls `til I wear holes in my tongue!

     He's been married 20 years, and had a couple of teenagers.
His wife hasn't sucked his dick "to completion," as he put it,
for years.  He had bj's from guys when he was younger, and had a
couple cocksucks at adult bookstores, and he realized that fags
give the best head.  He stated - strongly - that he wouldn't be
"doin' anything" with me.

     "Fine by me.  I prefer it that way."  He looked at me like I
was whack.

     "What do you get out of it, then?"

     I smiled.  A homo wouldn't have to ask that question, and a
straight man would never understand.

     "I get off pleasuring a man, and married men really
appreciate a good blowjob.  We gays get sucked all the time;
we're jaded!"  He smiled and shook his head.  "Still a little
nervous?" I asked.

     "Fuck yeah!" he whispered.

     "I'm a massage therapist, so I can give you a massage before
we get busy."

     "Cool! I've been stiff for a while,"  he said while rubbing
his arm.

     "I'm really good with stiff muscles!"  He smiled broadly at
that, and starting getting off the bar stool

     "Let's do it, then! Gotta get back to the wife before she
gets nutso."  We got into our rides and he followed me to my
place.

     I'm a certified massage therapist, and became one because I
like touching men and making them feel good.  We got to my place
and he decided to take a shower, which allowed me to get a
preview of what was to come as he cleansed himself behind my
clear shower curtain.  The man was just over six feet tall, and
in good shape, with a hint of a belly.  He was hairy on his chest
and legs, with a nice thick bush above his soft cock.  His balls
were fairly large, and his right nut was sagging lower than its
mate.  I busied myself with setting up the table and heating the
oil.  He came out with a towel around his waist, which I thought
was cute.  He had no inhibitions, however, and dropped the towel
when he laid face up on my massage table.  I lowered the lights,
put on some meditation music, and began a professional massage,
starting with his head.

     I worked my fingers around his rough facial skin, and
lightly massaged the muscles covered by his goatee.  I massaged
his scalped, and ran my fingers through his salt and pepper hair.
I moved down to his broad shoulders, feeling the strength I found
there, and worked on the stiffness in his delts.  The next stage
was his arms.

     After oiling his entire right arm, I massaged his right
hand.  I thought of that hand rubbing his wife's tits, and
playing with her moist snatch.  I thought about his hand
scratching his nuts or wrapped around his dick when he jerked
off.  I was glad that he didn't have to jerk off this night, as I
was there to take care of his needs.  I worked up his strong
forearm, and moved to his well-developed biceps and triceps.  He
had a "natural" strength that came from the work he performed,
what used to be called "man's work."  Rough, demanding, and
creating a man's body.  I imagined those strong arms wrapped
around the women he screwed, while those calloused hands grabbed
her ass.  I've been jerking off to guys like this since I was
kid, and felt grateful - and excited - that I was touching his
body.  His moans and comments let me know that he appreciated the
massage, and was relaxing.

     He flipped over and I spent time on his back.  There was not
much hair, but it was a strong back, used to carrying heavy
loads. Now I got to touch his butt.  I love a man's ass, and his
was round and hard.  I rubbed it slowly, and worked this largest
muscle.  I moved down to his hairy legs, and after I worked on
his hamstrings and calves, I worked back up to his butt.  My
fingers dipped into the cleft of his butt, and I moved them down
to his nuts.  I began rubbing them lightly, and he spread his
legs slightly. My face dipped down I began kissing that man ass,
and then ran my tongue up down the crack.  My hands were placed
on both cheeks and I spread that ass enough for me to get my
tongue on his hole.

     Now, I absolutely love eating a straight man's asshole.  If
few women suck dick, fewer still will rim their man.

     "Yeah! Lick my asshole! Oh shit!  Damn that feels good!"  He
laughed a little and pushed his ass up into my mouth.  My tongue
lapped at his butt hole, but I couldn't get my tongue inside even
after a few minutes of oral attention.  Obviously, this guy aint
used to having things going in his ass.  Gotta love these
straight guys.

     "Time to get on my bed." I whispered in his ear.  He slowly
moved off the massage table, sighed, and said "Great massage,
man.  I hope the head is as good."

     "How `bout I keep sucking your dick `til I get it right?" I
asked with a smile.  He hopped up and walked into my bedroom.

     "Lie on the bed with your legs hanging down."  I said.
There is no doubt that I do my best work on my knees.  Kneeling
before a standing man is always a turn on for me.  His superior
position, me in the classic dick sucking position, and all that
goes with that power paradigm makes my little faggot head swirl.
My man laying on the bed allows him to stay relaxed, and I get to
kneel before his crotch, the place I was born to be.  His low
hanging balls sagged down, with his plump cock draped over them.
I started licking his testicles, inhaling his scent.  His natural
crotch odor was overtaking the smell of soap.  Crotch stink works
better than poppers on this prick swallower, and his ball incense
exploded in my mind.  I sucked his cock into my mouth, greedily,
hungrily, wetly, and tightly.  God, I need this so much!  This
man's penis was not just fulfilling me.  Without a dick in my
hand or mouth or asspussy I am incomplete.  A zen-like calm
steals over my essence even as the lust to be the best possible
sucker animates my physical self.  My lips, tongue, mouth, and
throat make love to the penis.  His baby-making balls are smashed
into my chin, and I feel his one-eyed snake lengthening down my
throat-pussy.  The man started groaning slightly, and his hips
began thrusting up ever so slightly.

     "Shit, I sooo need this!" he said.

     "Remember, dude, you tell me to do whatever you want, and
it'll get done!" I gasped.

     The man's dick was getting steel hard, and my taste buds
were teased with the precum drooling out of his dick head.  My
mind went to how this prick got hard looking at women, how this
man stroked it while thinking about twat.  I thought about all of
the pussies this dick had screwed, making the bitches writhe and
scream as it pounded their cooze.  I thought of the babies that
came swimming out of man's pussy pounder.  These thoughts urged
me to take more of the twat buster into my throat, as I tried to
make my esophagus into a vagina.

     The large, supple nuts started drawing up, and the precum
became a steady ooze.  "Shit! Here it cums!  Eat it!"  I gulped
his dick snot the way a man dying of thirst drink water.  It was
thick and tasted of fertility and babies.  My usual technique is
to swallow every drop of sperm and keep the dick in my mouth
until the super-sensitivity eases, if the man allows that.  This
man hadn't cum in a long time, so I had to let the prick slip
from between my lips.  I nuzzled his sperm factory and licked
those balls that were less heavy than they were a minute ago.
The man's swimmers were in my stomach and my body was starting to
assimilate their dna.  I felt peaceful - complete.   The man was
breathing heavy but was not getting up.  I moved my lips down his
`nads to the "taint." I lifted his hairy legs and pushed my
tongue into his moist asscrack.  My tongue swabbed his hole and
the man groaned and sighed.  I ate his hairy asshole for a good
15 minutes, luxuriating in the absolute thrill of doing something
his old lady refused to even consider.

     I wanted to coax another load outta his baby makers, so I
moved my greedy mouth back up to his dick and began slowly
sucking it.  The man's cock was soft in my mouth, and my tongue
circled it, loving the feel and taste of this man's pole.  My
suction increased a little, and the man's dick grew ever so
slightly. My finger and thumb circled his meat, to join my mouth
in inflating the man's penis.

     "I don't get two cocksucks in a row much!" he chuckled
lazily.

      "Just kick back and enjoy it man!"  I panted.

     He exhaled with pleasure and I created a stronger vacuum in
my mouth.  Hard or soft, I was meant to have a prick between my
lips.  One of my favorite things is take a dick from limp to hard
enough to cut a diamond, back to soft again after it shot a load
into my gullet.  It was taking longer to pump blood into the
man's meat, but it was happening.  I was "jerk-sucking" for the
second blowjob and I was getting results.  The cock was reaching
its full glory and my throat was being stretched for a second
time.  From the head to the base, I dragged my cocksucking lips
up and down the man's baby maker.  My hand and mouth were getting
fucked the way his old lady's cunt got fucked.  Out of six
billion people on the planet, only a handful got to taste and
feel the man's prick and taste his ball juices.  Only a few got
hear his moans and smell his ripe crotch.  I was one of the lucky
few, and I showered his penis with my gratitude.

     Once again the cock started leaking precum, although not as
much as before.  The lesser flow was getting sucked down into my
belly.  My hand clasped the rock hard flesh and I frenched kiss
the dickhead.

     "Fuck!  Eat my cum!"

     Another few million sperm joined their brothers in my
stomach.  They, too, would soon be incorporated into me.  The
cock deflated, and I detected very slight spasms, as if the cock
was trying to urge every last drop of spooge out onto my tongue
as a reward for servicing the man twice in an hour.  His dick got
super sensitive again, and again I went down to his balls.  I
sucked them into my mouth.  I was getting his next load in my
mouth, even though it just being produced inside his nuts.  His
crotch smell was more intense, and it went down my nose right
into my stiff dick.  I never jerk off when I blow a man.  All of
my attention is on the cock, as it should be.  Of course, I
jerked off over this encounter twice after he dressed left.  I
gave him my phone number, and I hope to taste his dick juice
again.  Even if I don't get use my mouth as pussy for him to
screw one more time, the memory of his prick and taste of his
cock snot will be played over and over again, as I stroke my
dick, rubbing out one more load with thoughts of his prick.  His
cock - that cock that fucked pussy and stiffened at the sight of
titties - was only in my mouth for minutes.  But, the power of
that straight man's cock is such that his prick will be in my
mind for years, as I stroke my dick - the dick that stiffened
with the memory of that man.