Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 22:38:24 EST
From: Volatw@aol.com
Subject: Pleasing Him

Beginning note: All usual disclaimers apply. I have shared in other stories
- "Friends," "Cousins," and "Camping Trip First Time" - some of my early
experiences sucking cock and other sex play with men. After those early
experiences there was a long gap in same sex activity until I started again
at a porn store with glory holes in a capial city - "Porn Stores and Glory
Holes." I have thought about my love of sucking cock. Here I try to explain
most of those thoughts.

Once sex with men was renewed I took to it naturally, pleased to enjoy the
anonymity of glory hole cocksucking and meeting partners for further fun at
motels, hotels, one of our homes, or other locations such as secluded
areas, highway rest stops or one of our vehicles, usually an RV or van. I
also discovered motels, "exercise" clubs and bath houses catering to men
only clientele.

I did not think much of it, other than as a way to get some sexual
satisfaction, especially on the many road trips required in my work.
Usually at a glory hole I would get my cock sucked at least once while
enjoying sucking another or others. Most men who put their cock through a
hole for sucking are willing to reciprocate. Likewise with men met at a
motel, "exercise" club or bath house. If the person I had just sucked did
not return the favor there was almost always another man or more waiting
for the pleasure of sucking or fucking with me.

An experience I had while on one of the many road trips prompted me to
start thinking more about what I was doing and why I enjoyed it so much. I
was in an east coast resort town, bored, and did the usual - found a local
porn store since there were no men's motels, "workout" centers or bath
houses in the town. After perusing the merchandise, I got some tokens and
went to the video booths viewing area. At first I was disappointed this
relatively conservative town apparently allowed no glory holes in the
booths and the cubicles had the usual signs warning "Only 1 Customer Per
Booth." My disappointment was relieved soon. Afterwards though the thinking
about my proclivities started.

I had not locked the door to the booth. I was sitting on a folding chair
watching a man-man sex video - the usual outrageously handsome, muscular,
well hung hunks enjoying sucking, fucking and all the other things men do
together. The door opened. A portly man - a gentleman really as it turned
out - was standing there in suit trousers, a white shirt sans necktie
apparently left in his vehicle outside or at his office. He was rubbing his
crotch with one hand and looking down directing my attention to it.

"Want some company?" he asked.

Lame, I thought, but hell yes, I wanted some company. I wanted to suck
cock.

"Sure, come in," I answered.

He entered the small booth, locked the door, stood facing me, and sat a can
of soda on a small shelf along the wall by the door. I reached for his
trousers, unzipped them. He fished out a short - 5" or so - but thick - 3
1/2-4" around - circumcised sausage with a bulbous knob end. His inviting
plug of man flesh curved up slightly, a bubble of pre-cum glistening in the
elongated slit. He held his shaft near the base between the thumb and
forefinger of his right hand, a few curls of black pubic hairs visible even
in the dimly lit booth.

I turned in my chair, leaned forward, stuck out my tongue, licked off the
slimy string of juice that was by then extending an inch or so down as he
milked his pud slowly. I looked up at him, covered his fat helmet with my
lips, pulled my tongue back and swabbed up and down in his juice-flowing
slit.

"Oh yeah, good," he groaned. "Suck it."

I leaned back, winked at him then slid my mouth down over his shaft. I felt
the ridge of his knob slide past my lips, his mushroom crown over my
tongue, followed by his veiny plug. Wriggling my tongue around on his thick
undervein, sucking, I took his cock as far as it would go before my lips
touched his thumb and forefinger.

He let go of his root, unfastened his pants, let them drop. I moved my head
back drawing tight suction, concaving my lips, sucking him the way I like
to be sucked. With his hand out of the way my nose pressed against his
white boxer shorts, lips brushed in his curly hairs. [Yeah, I'm not
kidding. He was wearing white boxers, lightly starched even - a fine
gentleman.] I went up and down on him a few strokes, bobbing my head,
sucking, licking, slurping. He put his hands on the sides of my head.

"Wait," he whispered. "Let it go. I want to take off my underwear."

I sat back, relieved that my mouth was not stretched right then over his
thickness. He wriggled his boxers over his ample, rounded butt, dropped
them down his chunky legs on top of his trousers, and held the bottom of
his heavily starched white dress shirt aside with both hands.

I grasped his stalk, stroked it, sliming my saliva and his pre-cum up and
down his meat. Then I leaned in again, took him back in my mouth, put my
hands on his fat hips. As I went down on him this time, burying my face in
the soft flesh of his crotch, I had to lift my head to get underneath the
roll of flab of his lower belly.

His naked aroma filled my nostrils. He smelled like a man on the way home
from a day at work - a bit sweaty, slight odor (and taste) of pee, but
offset by a nice cologne or bath oil. His thoughtfulness at taking such
care of hygiene, using the good smelling stuff heightened my desire to suck
him off, take his load of cum. I went for it, moved my head faster, sucking
firmly, cupping his nuts in one hand, rolling them gently, slobbering and
grunting as his cock head punched to my throat. He hunched his hips back
and forth with my rhythm, just a bit slower.

"Unh, unh, unh," he grunted, I'm going to cum."

"Mmmmmpfh," I responded, keeping up my pace, sucking harder. I squeezed his
fat thigh with one hand, massaged his balls tenderly with my other hand.

He let his shirt tails drop alongside my face, put his hands lightly on my
shoulders, gripped softly as his cock swelled in my mouth, lurched and
started squirting his creamy cum. I took the first shot right down my
throat. I backed off, held his pulsing, gushing knob between my lips,
sucked as he finished filling my mouth. He coating my tongue with his hot
jism. Once he stopped pumping cum into my mouth I swallowed, went down on
him half way and sucked, draining his cock of his clear, thinner flow. I
let his cock go, leaned back, smiled up at him, wiped my lips with the back
of my hand.

"Umh, thanks," I said.

"Oh, thank you," he replied.

Then he knelt down, raised up his boxers, trousers, pulled a white
hankerchief out of a pocket, offered it to me. I declined with a wave of my
hand. He cleaned his cock, balls, pubes with the hanky, folded it neatly
and laid it on the shelf next to the can of soda. He picked up the can and
offered me a drink of the soda. I took that offer, filled my mouth, handed
the can back to him, swished the bubbly drink around and swallowed it with
the leavings of his semen.

"Mind if I watch the movies with you for a while?" he asked, always the
gentleman.

"No, that's fine," I said although the booth was cramped and warm even in
the airconditioned store. I was sweating a bit but my deodorant seemed to
be holding well.

He pulled up his boxers, trousers, fastened them loosely leaving his cock
sticking out through the zipper. As we watched the videos his meat drooped
a bit but stayed half erect. I sat there wandering what his next move, even
if he had another move, might be. A bit uncomfortable I started talking
with him, just random bullshit. In the course of our conversation I learned
he was a local, owner of a travel agency, single, lived alone.

I mentioned something about being a traveling manager in the practice of
aircraft operations management in response to his volunteered information
. He chuckled quietly and said, "Well if you are as good at your business
as you are at sucking cock, you must be a real succes." Then he added
quickly, "Mind sucking me again? Put some more of your practice to work
here."

"Not at all," I said turning toward him again.

He dropped his trousers and pulled his boxers down again, this time his
again erected cock going down then jerking back up as the fly of his boxers
caught on his thick knob. I went right for it again, took it in my hand,
stroked it to check his firmness - no problem there, obviously. I cupped
his ball sac, opened my mouth and took him right in to the the back of my
throat, again arching my head up to get below his flabby belly. I sucked
him moving my head back and forth for a few minutes. Then I took his cock
between my thumb and two fingers, added the rest of my hand and stroked
him, wet only by my saliva.

"I want you to fuck my mouth this time," I said looking up at him, smiling.

"Okay," he agreed.

I knelt on the floor so close to him I was using his trousers as a pad for
my knees. I raised my head, opened my mouth, guided his cock between my
lips, sucked on it. He pushed forward but not all the way, pulled back. I
let his cock out of my mouth.

"Go all the way," I said. "Fuck my mouth with all of your cock."

"Umnh, yes, you can take all of it can't you?"

"Sure," I replied, "and I want all of it, your cum again too."

There was no doubt that he had the picture now. He put his hard cored, soft
outer fleshed meat back into my mouth and started humping, slowly at first,
but bumping his balls against my chin, brushing his pubic hairs on my lips
with each instroke. Steadily he picked up pace as I drooled on his cock,
moaning my approval, holding onto his chunky hips, running my hands up and
down over the fold of his butt to his thick thighs, the back of his
legs. He fucked, fucked and fucked. I rocked my head back and forth in
rhythm with his movements, used my tongue and salivated freely, giving him
a nice, wet, tightly clamped hole for his pleasure.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," he grunted. "Take it cocksucker. Take my
load. I'm going to cum," he breathed, breaking for the first time his
gentlemanly demeanor. "Your pussy mouth feels so good on my cock," he
hissed. "Here it comes. Ungh, ungh, ungh, oooh, ungh, ah, yes."

He filled my mouth again with his cream, as much this time as before if not
more. He kept pumping nonstop though squishing his cum out around the sides
of my lips, splashing it onto my face, his ball sac, pubes; globules
dripping, streamy strings running off my chin onto the floor. Each blob
that hit splatted onto his highly polished shoes.

When he finished shooting into my mouth, he held still. I cleaned his cock,
pubes, ball sac with my lips, tongue. Still though he took the handkerchief
off the shelf and wiped himself well before dropping the cummy cloth on the
floor.

I sat back, my jaw aching, nose a bit sore from his fat bashing against it,
lips chafed by his pubic hairs as soft, curly as they were.

"I've got to go now," he said, pulling up his white boxers, trousers,
tucking in his shirt, fastening up neatly. "I sure thank you for getting me
off so good. I really needed it, and you did so well. If you'd like ot meet
again some time, here is my business card. We can have drinks, dinner, play
at my house," he invited me.

"I enjoyed it," I said. "I'll get in touch when I am in town. Thank you."

"Thank you," he said. "It was so good. Oh, by the way," he added, "if you
want to suck some more today, tonight, there is a theater at the corner. Go
to the balcony. There are usually plenty of guys there looking to suck or
be sucked."

"Okay," I said. "Good tip, but you've given me about all I can handle
today," I added winking at him again.

I was not being honest with him. I intended to go to the theater as soon as
he left. I had a good reason for doing so - to get my cock sucked. My
jockey shorts were a swampy mess from all the pre-cum I had leaked while
sucking him off twice. My cock was so hard it was aching, my nuts too.

He left. I went to the theater. As I sat there in the balcony, empty so
far, I started thinking. We have some standards, at least some ideas about
the kind of people we want as sex partners. If I could, as I had just done,
suck off this fat, short dick but gentlemanly, nice smelling man, did I
have any standards at all? Probably not. My lust for cocksucking had grown
to such a level I would probably suck any cock as long as it was disease
free.

I would find out soon that was not the case. I did have some standards. The
action that developed in the theater would define my standards, as low as
they might be.

I sat there, bored, watching the big screen porn movies, wandering if any
action was going on downstairs. I went down, checked the main
floor. Nothing. Just a few guys sitting far apart. I cruised the bathroom,
took a leak, then returned to the balcony. Empty at first, but a guy came
in soon.

He made a point of sitting one seat over from me on the back row of the
three in the balcony. He watched the movie for a few minutes, then took out
his cock. It looked nice, thick, long, uncut. He peeled back the foreskin
as his cock erected, and he stroked it glancing at me, catching me glancing
at him.

"Want to help me with this?" he whispered.

"Sure," I said smiling at him.

I moved to the seat next to him, took out my cock, already erect, leaking
pre-cum. I took his in my hand and stroked it. Nice I thought as it filled
my hand well. With the foreskin back his red knob shined. I leaned over to
suck him but was overwhelmed by his odor. His cock smelled rancid.

"I've been sucking over at the porno store," I said. "I'm horny as
hell. Mind if I stroke you while you suck me?"

"Okay," he agreed.

I was not even sure about letting him blow me, but you know, horny cock and
all that. Besides he was good at it. He cupped my balls and went nearly all
the way down on me right away. As he felt my nuts, he slobbered all over my
meat, kept good pressure, strong suction, moving his head up and down,
slurping. I scooted forward a bit on the seat and opened my pants for him,
lifted up and pulled down my knit underwear.

He stroked me, licked my balls, rolling them with his tongue. "Umnh nice,"
he said.

He went back onto my cock. After a few more bobs, I told him I was going to
cum. He kept on sucking, though not as deep, concentrating more on the head
and first third of my shaft. I started cumming and gave him a nice load. He
swallowed it as I squirted onto his tongue.

Now I thought he's going to want me to return the favor. Yuck. I just can't
do it. He saved me the trouble by sitting back and jerking off. At least I
fondled his balls for him while he reached his cum.

"Thanks," he said after he finished. He zipped up and left. I noticed he
had not bothered to wipe off his cock and balls at all, not even a little
bit.

The next movie patron was a man who must have been in his 70s. He sat next
to me also and reached for my crotch. I took my meat out and let him have
it to suck. While he was sucking me he played with his cock the whole
time. After I came in his mouth, I tried to suck him, but he was limp, even
less than half hard. There was just no pleasure in it for me, so I gave up
on it. He thanked me anyway, and I returned his thanks.

By then seven more guys had joined us on the balcony. Three pairs got
together and started sucking, each partner taking turns sucking off his
seatmate. I was wishing the old man would leave. I was even thinking about
gettting up, going to the solo guy. While I considered it, he joined one of
the pairs for a three-way.

I decided the night was over for me. I had an early wake up for work in the
morning. After I left the theater my mind turned again to thinking about
the day's events and further back in my history of sex with men. Why do I
love sucking cock so much?

As I thought about it the answers seemed rather straightforward. Meeting
available, willing men was relatively easy, uncomplicated; little bullshit
or pretense involved, if any. At least some sexual satisfaction, if not a
lot, was certain. The meeting might be a one-time encounter or the
beginning of a longer term relationship for the mutual satisfaction of the
partners.

Another way I thought about it was in terms of the five senses - sight,
touch, smell, taste and hearing. I liked the differences in the manhoods -
pubes, balls, cocks - that I had seen. These went to such things as
varieties in amount, color, density, curliness or straightness.

My preference is for men with a lot of hair in the right places - legs;
belly, especially a treasure trail; pubic mound; and moderately or more on
the ball sac. The colors generally match the coloring of the man's head
hair, if he has head hair, but sometimes tending to a darker color, even
black on a blond-haired man.

Density is the mass of the hair - thick, bushy, or thin, wispy. Some have
tightly curled hairiness or their hairs are less curly, even straight or
stringy. Any color or density is pleasing to me.

Hair is involved also in the sense of touch. The hairs around a man's
nipples, in his armpits seem so natural and in good order, but hairless
chests are okay also.

Touching another man's cock excites me. Variety plays a role here too. The
soft fleshy skin offset by the hard core of an erect cock is a beautiful
contrast in feel. Then there is the matter of being cut or uncut. The uncut
cock has generally more and looser flesh, of course. The touch is through
the hands, fingers, mouth, lips, tongue, or just by rubbing on my body. A
pre-cum leaking cockhead on my nipples feels especially good.

Except for the nasty-smelling guy I met in the theater the aromas of a man
are a turn-on for me. The particular muskiness of a man's lower body is,
well, manly. I know no other way to describe it. I inhale the aroma when I
approach the areas - armpits, pubes, butt the latter sometimes pungent -
where the smells of a man are most prominent.

There is a distinctive taste to male flesh and it varies widely from man to
man, even on the same man depending on many things. Lick your own hand,
savor the taste. You will understand if you do not already.

Pre-cum, I have found, is most often bland contrasted to the varieties in
taste of cum, most, basically a sweet-sour combination. The tastes of
pre-cum, if any at all, and cum are enhanced by combining naturally with
their sight, feel, smell and sounds. Pre-cum and cum are slick, of course,
juicy, slimy in good ways, natural lubricant. The benefit of pre-cum is
enhanced by its mixing with saliva expanding its volume and the area it can
cover by even slight dilution.

Pre-cum dripping onto a floor, a bed of leaves does indeed make an audible
sound. Likewise, cum splatting onto a floor. The sounds of pre-cum and cum
squishing on flesh, in tight holes are very arousing to me. Again, also,
the combination in the senses and varieties of pre-cum and cum are
evident. For pre-cum, the sight - a clear juice, touch - slick, slimy,
lubricating - stand out most distinctly. Cum may shoot in wads, squirt in
strings or ooze as a gelatinous mass; the color varying from a bright white
to cloudy grey, then at the end of ejaculation, clear like pre-cum. The
feels of cum hitting my body, slithering, then drying on me are all
individual sources of excitement.

In the final analysis though the most outstanding source of excitement for
me with a man is pleasing him, giving myself over to him in the most
personal ways, being dominated mildly and submitting to him for his
pleasure during our time together.

Those are the reasons why I love sucking cock so much, along with the
things that occur while sucking, like rimming to excite the man or being
rimmed, and the possibility the man may actually want to fuck me. The first
time I was rimmed although we had taken a shower together first and cleaned
well, I thought it was nasty until the thrills of a tongue on my anus
overtook me. I learned the first time I rimmed that saliva helps a lot in
overcoming any slightest hint of undesirability, even with a clean partner.

End note: I have probably failed in an adequate explanation since sex is
such a personal thing for everyone and the psychology, sensations are so
difficult to describe. Further, there is just too much to describe in the
full range of thoughts that occur and senses that are stimulated leading up
to, during and after engaging in sexual activity. As usual though,
Constructive comments, suggestions, lavish praise to volatw@aol.com are
welcome.