Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 11:47:40 -0500
From: Rod888man <rod888man@yahoo.com>
Subject: Monster Cock II

			      MONSTER COCK II

     He finally stopped cumming and used about six sheets of Kleenex to
wipe up the pecker juice. My cock was so rock hard the foreskin was pulled
back behind the corona. "By the way, before I forget, don't cum with the
catheter in more than an inch or two. If you plug up the urethra when you
cum, your prostate won't be happy.", I said.

   He was an accomplished cocksucker and did all sorts of tricks with his
tongue. He paused after a couple of minutes, took a small tube of hand
cream out of his pants pocket, greased up his index finger and slipped it
up my ass. He went back to sucking while his busy finger roamed around my
rectum and spent a lot of time tickling my prostate. I couldn't have lasted
half as long as I wanted before I warned him I was getting ready to
pop. His finger up my pooper kept working but he stopped sucking and just
used his thumb above and forefinger below to gently stroke my wet glans
penis. The tension in my pelvis was excruciating. It was one of those times
when the pleasure and sweet agony were indistinguishable and I would have
been so tortured for hours on end if it were possible but in only a few
seconds the dam burst. "OH GOOOOD!" I said as my joint jerked out from his
fingers and began to squirt, and squirt, and squirt. The jizz went almost
straight up and landed on my legs and his arm between them. Finally my
orgasm ended and he slid his finger out of my rosebud.

          "Awesome to feel your ass squeezing my finger every time the cum
spurted out. Can't be sure but I'm guessing you enjoyed that.", he said.

          "Nah. Worst blowjob I ever had." He got a good laugh out of that
and then I said, "But for safety's sake it would be wise to come back and
cath me to make sure your technique is safe and I'll show you how to
properly suck a cock."

           My gaydar lit up like a Christmas tree when he walked in the
door. Big guy, looked to be late thirties and built like an NFL tackle. "Do
you sell cockrings?", he said.

           I told him we had all sorts: metal, plastic, elastic, hinged and
tie types. But I suggested the elastic variety because they were the safest
and cheapest. He opted for the elastic variety and I told him we'd need to
measure to choose the right size. I took a package of them out of a drawer,
hung out the "Out To Lunch" sign on the door, picked up a tape measure and
took him to the changing room. I sat in the chair in front of him and had
him drop his pants. Wow! His cock looked like a salami, I mean it was a
monster, and it was mostly hard before I touched it and fully erect when I
measured it. "Eight and a half an inches around.", I said. "That must be a
new world record. But why you do you need a cockring to enable a hardon?"

            "Well, lately I can't always get hard enough for intercourse
with my wife and when I get it in I often lose it before I can cum."

            "So are you gay?", I said.

            "Well maybe. I mean, I've never done anything with a guy but I
think about it a lot and most of the time I have close my eyes and pretend
I'm going to have sex with a man to even get it up. And I assume you're
gay?" I asked him why he would think that. "Firstly there are all sorts of
sizes of rings in that package and you didn't need to measure me. Secondly,
you haven't made eye contact with anything but my cock since I dropped
trou. And third that boner in your pants is about to bust your zipper."

              "You got me, I'm queer as a lead balloon.", I said, "And I'd
like to see if I can get that whopper in my mouth without dislocating my
jaw."

              "I think I'd like that, but how about showing me what you
got?", he said. So I depantsed.  He stared at my dick and said, "Oh, how
pretty. This is a nice carpeted floor, what say we do what I've been
dreaming about and do a 69?"

                We got on the floor, he immediately inhaled my tool, and I
said, "I like a tongue massage so please do. He didn't talk with his mouth
full but along with sucking his tongue was doing all sorts of nice
acrobatics. I got his cockhead in my mouth but that was about all I could
manage. He was leaking precum when I started and it tasted terrific, but
then I've never tasted bad precum. He couldn't have lasted more than a
minute before warm semen flooded my tongue. Swallowing with that salami in
my mouth was out of the question so I pulled my head off and watched him
gush a load of cum proportionate to his size, which is to say a lot. The
smell of fresh cum usually sets me off but I lasted at least five minutes
more before that yummy ramp up to orgasm escalated. I told him I was
getting close and he exchanged his mouth for his hand and began to slowly,
lightly stroke my now supersensitive boner. The pressure behind my balls
was building......"Oh boy, here I cum.....o,o,o,O, OH, OH, OOOOOOO, SHIT!"
POW!" The hot cum zzzzzippped through my dick and the jizz shot a couple of
feet in the air. Again and again I spurted, moaning the whole time.
"Thanks, that was awesome. Feel free to come back any time."

          Things were pretty quiet for a couple of weeks and then a nice
looking forty something man opened the door and my gaydar lit up big
time. He asked if we carried a penis sensitizer and I told him we did. He
said his problem was that lately he was more likely than not unable to
reach orgasm having intercourse with his wife. I told him we did and Zistra
was the best but I needed to do a feather test to accurately establish the
problem. Up went the Out To Lunch sign on the door and back to the changing
room we went. I sat in front of him, asked him to drop his pants and
watched his cock rise under my gaze. It was a perfectly proportioned eight
incher with a nice big head. I picked up a sheet of Kleenex, had him shut
his eyes and tell me where I was touching. I touched the top of his dick
with the tip of the tissue and he felt it immediately, as he did with the
next two touches on either side of his cockhead.

         "Well, there doesn't seem to be a problem with sensitivity. The
time to reach climax is usually inversely proportional to the excitement
generated by the sex and I'm guessing you have no problem cumming when you
are having sex with a man."

         "So what makes you think I'm gay?", he said.

         "Well, my gaydar is screaming like a fire engine and straight guys
don't bone up when they're naked in front of another man, let alone secrete
precum." There was a big drop of it oozing from his piss slit and I asked
if I could lick it off.

          "So you're gay too?", he said.

          "Gayer than the first rose in the Spring.", I said, and since he
didn't say no, I treated my tongue to a delicious taste. "And if you don't
mind, I'd like to let my boner out because it's downright uncomfortable
cooped up like this." So I did, and asked him what kind of gay sex he liked
best.

            "I like everything I've tried, but I guess I like to be fucked
and then sucked off best." So I pulled on my pants and went into the store
for a rubber and lube. When I came back his dick had a string of precum
dangling down and I quickly harvested that before I did anything else.

           "I'd really enjoy having you sitting on my stiffy so I can watch
your dick bounce around.", I said. So I rubbered, lubed up and he climbed
on. For a guy who said he was insensitive, he had to pause a couple of time
because he was afraid he was going to cum even though the only thing
touching his dick was my rapt stare. Finally I was approaching the edge of
the cliff of my orgasm. I asked him to slow down but it didn't prolong the
period of inevitable orgasm, maybe because his sphincter was tight and any
movement he made brought me too quickly to the edge. Closer, closer, then
POW! I exploded and the jizzwad ripping through my cock felt like I was
shooting jellybeans. When he felt my organ pulsate he stopped moving and I
kept cumming for longer than usual. "Phew, I hope you enjoyed that as much
as I did.", I said.

          "I liked it a lot, but my pecker is just aching for release.", he
said, and lifted off my softening organ. I got back in the chair and he
stood in front of me, the skin on his glans stretched so tight it was shiny
and looked like it might split. His tool has yummy and it was a real
pleasure to suck it. Particularly because his precum kept giving me sweet
little tastes. My appetizers didn't last very long when without warning his
dick squirted into my throat. I quickly reared back so I could watch the
fun and his cock was a real dancer. It jumped around spurting cum all over
the place. He had a bigger load than mine and the spurts kept coming for at
least ten times until his dick was quiet. There was a little string of thin
"dishwater" semen hanging from his piss slit and that was my dessert.

           "Many thanks, I hope the sensitizer works and I'm glad to find
out it's not my cock but really the gender of the person that makes me
insensitive. I'll drop back and let you know how it works.", he said.

			      TO BE CONTINUED