Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 18:24:49 -0700
From: springsmatt springsmatt <springsmatt@hotmail.com>
Subject: Memorable Loads - Encounters

Memorable Loads
By Springsmatt (springsmatt@hotmail.com)
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Since recently moving to the Pacific North West, I have been on a serious
dry spell for man-to-man action.  So to take the edge off I have been
reading a lot of stories on Nifty, and decided to share a couple of
experiences of my own.  They are true and I hope you like them.

In thirty+ years of sucking cock I have forgotten more experiences than I
remember, but there are always a few that stand out for one reason or
another.  I wanted to share two such experiences because to this day I
still remember them well.

The first was when I was 18 and attending my first semester of college in
the south.  It was a smaller town of about 17,000 people that grew by a
third when college was in session.  In my hometown I had accidentally
learned about the fun you could have in the park and the park bathroom.
One weekend morning I decided to check out the small park on my way to work
and was fortunate enough to meet an older gentleman who ended up feeding me
his load in the front seat of his Buick.  Several weeks later I was working
the morning shift and was horny as hell from a lack of pussy and no privacy
in the dorms to take matters into my own hands, so I decided to try my luck
at the park again.

It was a cooler fall day and it was raining softly.  I pulled into the park
and noticed a ford pickup parked a little way from the bathroom.  This was
1982, and the bathroom was a classic cinderblock model that you rarely see
anymore, complete with a trough-style urinal, graffiti advertising fun, and
the smell of piss and stale man sex.  I popped a boner right away and
stroked my cock at the urinal, but there was no one in the bathroom and no
one coming in.  I zipped up and left and as I was walking back to my car I
was able to make out an older gentleman who nodded at me from the front
seat of the truck.  Since it was not raining hard I decided to go say hello
and we made small talk for a minute.  I noticed some porn on his front seat
and I asked him about it.  He asked if I wanted to take a look and I hopped
into the passenger seat.  As we looked at the material he told me that
sometime he gets lucky at the park had has had a couple of women suck him
here.  He made no mention of guys and made no move on me, but I could
clearly see his erection pushing against his fly, so decided to be bold and
place my had over it for a squeeze.  At 18 I was still shy about having fun
with men, but fortunately he pushed his crotch into my hand and scooted
forward in his seat a little.  After a couple of minutes of rubbing his
crotch he unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard cock.  I really don't
remember anything about it so I assume it was an average cock.  He placed
his hand on the back of my neck and gently pulled me to his cock, clearly
wanting something more than a hand job.  The rain made it hard to see in
the truck and the park was empty so I willingly assumed my position as his
cocksucker.  Looking back I was practically a novice at technique, but must
have made up for it in youth and suction power.  Before long his cock
started swelling and I knew he was going to dump in my mouth.  Up until now
there is nothing special about this story.  Why I still remember is because
of the quantity of cum this old man proceeded to pump into my mouth!  I had
the head and an inch or so in my mouth so I could feel shot after shot
being deposited into my suck hole.  At this point he had a firm grip on my
head, and the cum kept coming.  It quickly filled my mouth and I had enough
of his cock wedged into my mouth I could not swallow.  I either had to let
it come out my nose of let it spill out the corners of my mouth, which is
what I chose.  He finally stopped shooting and let me up.  I swear it took
me two swallows to get it all down, with more to lick up from his cock.  To
this day I have not had a load bigger than that one, and all from one
otherwise unremarkable guy.  I never did hook up with him again, but I
always watched out for him.

Fast-forward 20 years to my next favorite load.  By this time I had a lot
more experience behind me and I was living in a large city with a couple of
bookstores with other pervs looking to cum.  On this visit I hooked up with
an average looking guy who was sporting a slightly bigger than average
cock.  After some initial stroking of each other I assumed my place in
front of his hard cock, which he was quick to start feeding me.  At this
point in my life I was decent at taking a cock deep and his cock was
perfect for it.  The shaft was about average thickness, six or seven inches
long but with a very pronounced mushroom head.  Once he had his cock firmly
planted in my mouth I tilted my head back so the fat head could squeeze
down my throat, completely cutting off my air as he humped it in deep.
After about five minutes of working my mouth his cock started to swell and
get even harder.  He finally warned me he was cumming and pulled me all the
way down on his cock.  Why this load was so memorable was that I never
tasted it, not a drop!  With the fat mushroom head wedged down my throat
his cum went straight down into my stomach, no swallowing required.  What
made it so hot for me was he had a thick urethra, and with my tongue
sticking out along the base of his shaft and against his balls, I could
feel every shot of cum as it was deposited in me.  God it was so hot!  I
was jacking and sprayed my load on the floor at his feet.  Even better was
that the booth had no doors and I know several people watched me impaled on
his fuck stick.  We ended up hooking up several other times, and he even
fucked my ass one time.  I moved away several years ago but I still miss
that place and my regulars.

I hope some of you enjoyed these experiences and have been lucky enough to
have your own memorable ones.