Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 01:49:45 -0500
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: Size Does Matter-[CS-27]-part-1-of-1

Size Does Matter
Part-1-of-1

It was on a business trip. Gordon and I were finished with our calls for the day.
We'd made a couple of really good sales so we decided to celebrate. We went
to a nice restaurant where we had a couple of beers while we were waiting
for a table. Then a couple of more beers with our meal. So we were a little
drunk when we started watching porn back in our hotel room.

Unashamedly Gordon rubbed his cock through his pants. And as the movie got
hotter, casually took it out and started stroking it. Surprised by its size
especially since he was only about five foot seven, I couldn't stop looking
at his cock.

I wasn't hard from the porn but as soon as I saw the size of Gordon's cock
I was instantly hard.

When I kept looking, Gordon said something like, "I can't get hard all the
way. How about you helping me?"

I immediately turned on the couch and took the big thing in my hand. I
pulled his foreskin down so I could see his big reddish/purple head. As I
stroked him, a moan that slipped from his lips prompting me to get started.
As his cock stiffened I slid off the couch down to my knees between his
outstretched legs. As I brought my lips to the tip of Gordon's cock, I
could see his pee-slit glistening with a drop of pre-cum. I touched it with
the tip of my tongue and found the taste tolerable and the texture kind of
nice. It was very slippery on my tongue.

"Kiss it," Gordon murmured.

I started planting kisses all over it. Kissing the tip, kissing the left
side. Running my tongue down the right side. I lifted the cock up and
kissed underneath it. As I kissed the head, I finished opening his fly.
Without me asking, Gordon raised his hips so I could slide his pants down
and off.

"You want this cock don't you?" chuckled Gordon.

I nodded yes as I kissed the shaft and started stroking him off.

"Put it in your mouth," Gordon ordered.

Sucking a cock is like getting into a swimming pool. The best way is to
dive right in. I slid my mouth over his head and down his thick shaft in
one smooth movement and heard him moan, "Mmmm," with pleasure at my effort.

I didn't tease him. I started pumping the base of his cock hard with my
hand and with my lips closed tightly bobbing my mouth up and down his thick
shaft.

As I felt his thigh muscles tighten up and his hips thrust up off the
couch, Gordon whispered, "Shit...suck that cock."

And then I heard him grunt, "Uuuugh, ugh." Then he said, "Oh fuck, you
learn fast."  Then he threw back his head in enjoyment as his cock blasted
the back of my throat with cum. It was warm and salty and it kind of
tingled in my mouth. I swallowed as he was still pumping my mouth full and,
for just a second, the head of his cock slipped down my throat and I felt
his pubic hair press hard against my nose and lips.

To my horror, I felt my cock shoot off in my pants. I'd been so focused on
what was happening in my mouth that I hadn't even noticed that I'd even
gotten hard. But I had. Now that my attention was drawn to my own cock, I
realized that it was hard to the point of bursting. Well, I guess it did
burst in a sense.

So I guess part of me got off on this scene but my throat didn't like his
cock buried so deep down it. I couldn't breath and I could barely control
my gag reflex. For a second, I thought I was going to throw up all over
Gordon's cock.

It was a weird scene. My hips thrusting my cock against nothing more
substantial than my underwear as I shot my load. Me, gagging down Gordon's
cum while my throat tried to throw everything...cock, cum and all...back up.

It was a shame, pleasure, embarrassment, fear all mixed together.

I managed, with a little effort, to control my retching and pulled back
enough that his cock was out of my throat. I would have pulled off of him
completely but his hands were on the back of my head keeping my mouth
around his cock. Gordon moved slowly in and out of my mouth for a minute or
so, I guess extending the afterglow of his orgasm.

When Gordon removed his hands, I pulled away from him.

Gordon was looking down at me with a contented look on his face. I backed
away, turning as quickly as possible so that he wouldn't see that I still
had an erection and wouldn't see the cum stain if it had leaked through.

"God," I thought, "I just love fat cocks,"

After we got back to our main office, I sucked Gordon cook several times
over the next couple of months and then he got transferred to another state.

My wife Barbara wasn't putting out like she should so when I lost Gordon, I
replaced him. It was surprisingly easy. I just placed a couple of ads on
line saying `cocksucker looking for married cock to suck and I swallow.'
Who knew so many married guys weren't getting satisfied at home and wanted
their cocks sucked.