Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2008 21:44:33 -0800
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: Words I Love to Hear

Words I Love to Hear
By Michael Gleich, all copyrights belong to author.


It was a hell of a day at the office. What with the sudden leave of our
V.P. in Bangkok and me trying to get our Asian bureau running again from
half way around the world.

Pulled it off and still managed the board meeting with Brad, my nemesis,
trying to out maneuver me with his proposal. Now the only thing to worry
about was getting home.

The night air-cooled the enclave of manor homes I nestled in ten years
ago. I could see the garage door was up and Hank's damn truck parked in my
garage. I first met Hank when his crew built the swimming pool in my
backyard. He looked and acted straight and narrow. I gave him my best
butch, but he saw right through me and our relationship has been that way
ever since.

Still, his macho ego can really peeve me at times. Why can't he keep that
rust bucket of his parked where the dripping oil had already ruined the
floor? I drove my Audi in, making sure the tires stayed clear of the slick
and then carefully stepped out of my car. I could hear the television
blaring away.  The door opened when the key went in, so I locked it.

"Hank, would you please turn the sound down. The neighbors for Christ's
sake."

Maybe I had better turn the sound down myself before the cops came banging
on the door. Mrs. Rosen, next door, had already complained about graphic
language before. When the cops came, banging the hell out of the door,
there I was standing at the entrance wearing only a tie, socks, and a
Rolodex.

"A new blender," I blurted, "I was trying to recreate the salad dressing at
the Beverly; the blender went crazy and threw fluids everywhere."

Oh, that smart-ass cop and his, "Don't forget the balls," remark he said he
overheard.

Hank can be so damn loud.

The other cop said, "You got...eh mayonnaise, is it? Running down your
chin."

How could they laugh like that after getting a crisp hundred-dollar
bill-each.

Worried about Mrs. Rosen calling the cops again, I walked into the living
room. There he was wearing his wife beater T-shirt and boxer shorts,
sitting on my newly upholstered, crushed velvet winged back chair. He had
kicked his work boots off on my two hundred year old Persian carpet with
bits of what looked like caked mud falling from the soles.

"Get anotha' brew and get one for yurself." Hank crushed his beer can and
threw it at me.

A watermark's pale ghostly halo stared at me where the beer can had stood
on my lacquered, French-Country-end table. I had placed a coaster on every
table.

Jesus, he was using the coaster for an ashtray. Such a slob; I marched to
the television, bent over, and searched for the volume control.

"Hey baby, you winkin' at me?"

"Hank, for god sakes, keep the sound down. Mrs. Rosen will call the cops
again."

"Let her. The bitch is hungry for this." He reached into the fly of his
boxers, pulled his dick out and shook it back and forth. He smiled then and
said, "The jealous cunt."

I smiled back looking down at his cock. The beast grew in his hand. At
first, it hung over his fist in an arc, but as I stood looking at it, his
barracuda grew by the second. Before I could turn to the kitchen, the damn
thing laid across his thigh-waiting for me.

In the kitchen, I removed my jacket and pants. No more ruining another silk
suit tailored in Hong Kong. Thank god, I had a case of beer packed in the
refrigerator. I keep several cases in supply. There's even more out in the
garage. Some stock rare wines. I have a warehouse of beer.

Popping the brewskees, as he calls them, I placed the cans on a tray along
with some beer nuts-his favorite. When I walked around the corner from the
kitchen he was sitting in the chair staring at the video on the
television. I glanced at the title lying on top of the counsel, 'Bitches
that Worship Mega-cocks'. A film evidently passed over at Cannes.

Leaning over next to the table by his chair I said, "I brought your
favorite nuts."

"Aren't those a pretty pair of panties." I felt Hank's hand stroking my
ass.

Placing the tray down, I turned and raised the front of my shirt. "They're
not panties, there the latest in briefs."

"Oh. Baby, why don't you turn around and let me look at them." Hank rubbed
his nipples through his wife-beater while looking at me. He looked so sexy
with those huge biceps flexed from hard work. The curls of dark hair on his
chest worked around the edges of the thin cotton. His chest stood out
against the fabric, like the chiseled form of an Italian god.

I turned around slowly, lifted my shirt up. I thought the red nylon of the
briefs showed my bubble butt best, apparently so did Hank.

"Take your shirt off, can ya do a little dance for me honey?" He put his
big calloused hand around my thigh and felt up the side of my leg, reaching
under my briefs and squeezing my ass-cheek. His fingers sank into the cleft
of my butt, grazing my rosebud and sending chills up my spine.

I took my shirt off slowly while he felt me up. God did I love that; I
could see the lust in his dark eyes. After tossing the shirt on the floor,
I shook my head running my hands through my hair. He once told me how he
liked to watch the curl that fell from my forehead bounce while I blowed
him.

The music from the video was the usual suck-fuck beat, a lot of bass for
ball banging to a two-quarter time. I spread my legs and gyrated to the
sound. He loved me to keep my tie on, using it as a leash when things got
really crazy, and they always got crazy with Hank around.

"Baby, wiggle that fine ass of yours in my face. Can you do that for me
honey?"

He leaned back in the chair; that dick of his sprang to life standing up to
its full ten inches of horse cock.

He sat there watching me while he slowly pulled on that fucking prick of
his. I leaned over with my hands on my knees and wiggled my ass while
looking back to see that damn dick of his. It's as if watching a cobra
stand and spread its hood-you can't take your eyes from it.

"Yeah baby, get nasty for me. Pull your panties up in your crack for
me. Will ya?" Hank lit a cigarette and watched while I reached behind and
grabbed the fabric of my briefs pulling on them at the waist. The bottoms
slipped up and crammed in my ass crack like a thong. I gyrated my bootie in
front of him, looking at his cock sway, standing up waiting for some
attention. He sat there with his cigarette, taking a swig of beer and a
puff while I pranced in front of him like a ten-dollar whore.

"That's fine honey. Yeah, you lookin' good now." Hank reached up and
slapped the cheek of my ass. "Why don't you cool down some and drink a nice
cold beer." His hand grabbed my waist and pulled me on his lap.

That anaconda of his laid against his stomach and my thigh. He reached over
for my beer, handing it to me. I could feel the heat from that dick and
smell it. Damn it was hard not to stare at the thing.

Hank whispered in my ear as he nibbled on the lobe, driving me up the
fucking wall with his tongue. "You take yourself a good swig of beer,
baby. I want you to suck on my fuck stick for me. Would you do that? Suck
my fuckin' dick real good?"

He kept whispering in my ear how he wanted me to blow him. He wanted to
feel the head of his cock go down my throat and back up, how he liked to
feel my lips hold on while he pulled out of my cock-sucking mouth. His hand
reached over and played with my nipples until I thought I would
scream. Then he reached down, grabbing my cock and balls through my briefs
and massaged my package until I thought I would cum.

I looked down at that big dick of his dripping pre-cum from the piss
slit. God I wanted it so bad. "Let me get down on my knees and suck your
cock. Please?"

His hands kept feeling me up. "Drink your beer first and then I'll let you
play with your favorite toy."

I felt his hot tongue slide from my tit to my ear.  I downed the beer
fast. He laughed when I handed him the empty can, throwing it behind
him. Hank spread his legs apart and I slid between them. Reaching in his
boxers, I pulled his balls out letting them hang down between his legs. His
cock stood up ramrod straight like a pipe. Damn if he didn't look good. I
stared for a moment. His dark eyes and creamy skin made him a natural
beauty, without a gym or tanning salon.

He looked at me and winked. "Like what you see? Like lookin' at that baby
maker of mine? Do ya honey? Want to suck that dick? Like to show me how
much you can take down that cock-sucking throat of yours. Do you baby?"

I nodded my head while staring at his cock. He made it wave back and forth
in front of my face. I reached out with my hand and grabbed the base of his
cock pulling it down so the head would line up with my mouth. God what a
cock, thick veins ran along the length of his dick, pumping it up, making
it hard, thick and round. Jesus almighty, my tongue reached out and licked
at the piss slit, lapping the clear nectar that flowed from it. I could
feel the heat of his cock on my tongue. Opening my mouth I took the head
in, sucking on it while my other hand grabbed some more of his cock to feed
my face.

I sucked on the head running my tongue around, tickling the
underside. Slowly I took more and more cock in my mouth. Going down and
holding it for a while, then up. Getting that fucker slicked up with each
plunge. Twisting my head like a corkscrew with each thrust, I wanted to
feel every part of his dick in my cock-sucking mouth. More and more cock
fed into me, going past my throat, down my gullet and back up. My hands
began to get slick with my spit coating his dick. Down again I went,
forcing more of that goddamn hose of his into me.

"Yeah, that's it bitch, suck my cock good." Hank grabbed each side of my
head and began to pump my head up and down on his fuck tool. The damn thing
would slide out of my mouth glistening wet as I nursed on it. At the top, I
lapped at the slit until he pushed my mouth back down and my throat
engulfed every veiny inch of that goddamn fuck tool of his.

"That's it, baby get down there where my pubes are honey. Get your fuckin'
lips down there in my crotch. Come on baby, you can do it. Slide down that
pole for me honey, slide your fuckin' throat on my prick you fucker." I
looked up at him fucking my throat. He smiled down at me and winked.

When he felt something that felt real good, he would suck in air and raise
his head up in ecstasy. That's when I would do it again, suck on his cock
harder, and lick the head more.

The slick tube of flesh worked its way in and out of my cock sucker's
throat. I could see his pubes getting closer, could feel them tickling my
nose and now my lips. The fucker had me. Had me down, pressed into his
crotch, grinding that fucking dick in my face. I closed my eyes, relishing
the feel of that fuck hose lodged in my gullet. The cock's girth stretched
at my mouth with its hot dick flesh while I forced the very last of it
down, and let Hank grind my face to the balls with ten inches of his thick
fucking dick deep in my gullet.

"Damn baby, you're the best. The best god-damn cock sucker I ever had."
Hank lifted my face off his dick.

I sat there sucking in air, drool dripped from the side of my mouth while I
panted in front of this god. Hank sank back in the chair, his great cock,
slick and shiny, waved in the air. Spit from my hard work rolled down the
fuck tube and settled on his balls. Leaning over, I began to lick at his
nutsack. They hung there nestled in the seat of the chair. His great orbs
of cum filled ball juice waiting to unload in my hot mouth. I licked and
sucked at his nuts while he lit a cigarette and downed some suds.

"Why don't you get back to work on my tool honey. You want some more don't
ya? Want to feel that goddamn joy stick of mine down your cock-sucking
whore throat, don't you baby?" He lifted my face from nuzzling his balls,
pulling my head up to his dick.

I took his fucking cock with both hands and opened my mouth, sucking on the
head, working my tongue into the piss slit for more of his sweet
nectar. Pre-cum oozed out and slimed up my mouth real good. I swallowed
each shot of goo, slicking up my throat for that love pole. I looked at his
eyes while he stared back in disbelief. I swallowed that god-cock to the
root. Down I went grinding my face in his pubes, sucking on it with my
throat, engulfing that cock and milking it for everything last drop of
jism. Hank began to moan, he stretched out his legs on each side. I could
feel the stone hardness of his thighs as they squeezed around me. He lifted
his body up making that dick of his an inch or two longer. I ground down,
then up, sucking for all I had and back down again. Over and over, my mouth
worked that cock of his until I heard him moan like a rutting bull.

I could feel his cock spasm deep in my throat. I could feel that wad of cum
bolt from his balls and shoot down my throat. Feed me. Feed me your baby
juice you hot fucker. Feed my goddamn face with that hot fucking cum.

He held on my head, moaning and spewing jizz juice deep in me. I kept
swallowing, kept sucking it down my gullet as more spasms of hot seed
filled my gut.

"Damn baby, that was good. Fucking all hell, you suck better then a hundred
dollar whore, honey."

"I hope to Christ I do Hank." I wiped my mouth with the back of my
hand. "Guess you liked it huh?" I really do like working that dick of
his. Outside of making a million now and then, cock sucking is my other
forte'.

He reached down and tussled my hair. "Yeah honey, I like it a whole
lot. Now if you're real good and get me another cold beer, I might just
fuck you. What do ya' say to that?"

I asked, "In a glass or right out of the can?"

Okay, so I have another thing I do very well. I'm just a talented guy.

"Surprise me."

Those are the words I love to hear.

***

If you enjoyed the story, I would like to hear from you. I might write
another one.

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