On my journey to becoming a better sub, faggot, cocksucker, slut, wet-hole-for-men-to-use, etc., I started keeping a little journal of hookups. Usually, I just list the who, when, what happened, like in a bullet journal. But sometimes, i like to write out what happened in a longer format. The men i connect with are typically dominant men in one way or another, whether we're in a D/s relationship, or whether they just want to get their dick wet. Regulars are my favorites, and i love when they text me to get over there. Here's a write up of a recent encounter. I love comments and feedback! Please feel free to message me at csucker571@yahoo.com. Just call me fag. ;-)
Having guys who regularly want to use you to dump a load or two is a great feeling.
J (let's just call him J) picked me up a few years ago through a hookup ad i'd posted. i love giving blowjobs; he loves receiving them. Perfect, right? And this guy can go for HOURS. He loves to edge, and has really trained himself to get the most possible pleasure out of every encounter. Whenever he messages me, i know i should clear a few hours. No quick blow-and-go with J!
He texted while I was away on a camping trip. Bummer. But i told him when i'd be back in town, and sure enough, he texted again the day i got back, wanting me to come over. I bailed, because i was exhausted (bad fag), but he suggested catching me the next morning. His work takes him on the road for days at a time, so catching him when he's home is important. What i wasn't expecting was that he wanted me there at 5:30 or 6:00 in the morning! (I told you he likes a long session, right?) But i made it work, feeling bad i'd said no to coming over right away. Getting up early for him was the least i could do, right?
Most times when he's had me over, he kicks back at his desk, porn going on one screen, Chaturbate on another. He mostly leans back and lets me do my thing. J's not a big guy, maybe 5'10", real slim & trim; but his cock? that thing is like a kickstand. It's a thing of beauty! Nice girth, beautiful mushroom head that loves sliding into the back of my throat and making itself right at home there. I love making out with it, and it seems to enjoy the attention, too.
This time, though -- I suppose because it was early morning? because we were on a schedule? -- J didn't sit down; he just opened his fly, pulled out the equipment, guided my face to his cock, and slid himself on in.
I am NOT complaining. i'm a cocksucker; i'll take care of a cock however he likes it. If a man is tossing his head back and making those sexy growls, i'm in. I'm ALL in. I'm pretty skilled, and i love getting a guy to that place. But the best for me, my FAVORITE, is when a man takes control and really uses my throat; when he almost forgets that i'm there and just uses me like he'd use his fist or a fleshlight toy. So when J didn't sit down, but wrapped his arm around the back of my head and started in on rolling his hips in that sweet fucking motion-- i was in heaven.
He wasn't interested in fucking hard this time -- he still wanted to draw it out, so the movements were slow, but insistent. He wasn't letting me off his cock anytime soon. It had been half-hard when he first pulled it from his jeans, but now it was rock hard and fighting for entry into my throat. I turned my head a little sideways to accomodate his curve. That always seems to do the trick. He let out a sexy moan, and i could feel a wet spot starting in my jock.
His hands left my head for a while so he could tease his tits. I wrapped my hands around his thighs to let him know i wanted his full shaft in me. I managed to get my tongue out as far as i could with his cock intruding, and licked at his balls. He groaned again. I pulled back enough to look up and took a snapshot in my brain of this man's face, chest, and abdomen. Just a regular guy; no magazine model. Skinny, like i'd said, but with a little middle-aged potbelly, which feels great when it bops against my forehead. He usually keeps his chest hair shaved or trim; this day he had some stubble coming in on his tits. I reached up to brush them, and he put his hands behind his head, giving me a view of his pits. God, this man is sexy when he's enjoying his body. His eyes were closed, head tilted back, cock with a good cocksucker doing its job, a nice squeeze and flick on his tits, the smell of soap (irish spring, maybe?), the quiet sounds of sucking and slapping from the porn on the monitor. The sound and feel of slurping from my own mouth, spit trailing down his balls and dripping on my knees.
He glanced down and caught me looking at him, worshipping his body, and he smiled. Sounds from upstairs as his husband was getting ready for work. He had been in the kitchen when i came in and cracked a joke, asking if i wanted any sausage for breakfast. J likes for me to blow his husband, too, sometimes, but not today. Today it was all about J's cock, and it was feeling GREAT in my throat.
After an hour my knees were complaining, so i shifted to sit my butt on the floor. J kept standing; now i had to work a little harder, keeping the pull on his cock as it was angled more to the ground. I let it go, careful not to scrape my teeth on it. It sprang up in the air and i could almost see the comic book "TWANG!" graphic, or "THWAAP!" as it hit J's belly. He proceeded to shove his balls in my face and i eagerly ran my tongue over his balls, and in the cracks between them and his thighs, rubbing my face all over them, trying to pick up his smell. Back to his cock, and he grabbed my head again, moving his hips more steadily this time, hitting that "g-spot" i seem to have in my cocksucker's throat and making me crazy. I reached up to squeeze his balls, and they were all pulled up against his body. Not long, now, i thought.
But of course, i forgot. J's an edging master. He just rode that wave and made me work harder for my breakfast. He was getting vocal, now. Suck it. Suck it. Yeah boy, suck it. ... Music to my ears. I looked up again and met his eyes, half hoping he would spit in my face, but afraid to ask him to. He just gazed back at me with that half-here, half-gone hazy glare, licking his lips, and enjoying the fuck out of my mouth. He pulled back and i became this needy, greedy suck pig chasing after his wet dick, rubbing it on my face, licking it up and down before he took aim and shoved it back down my throat where it belonged.
Now he's asking me if i want his load. Like, when have i ever said no to that? He maneuvered me into a position he liked. i had one hand tweaking his nipple, and the other arm wrapped around his thigh and ass like if i let go i might fall off a cliff or something. Needing his body, needing his cock in my throat. Needing his load. His hands holding my face in just the right position for him, saying Just like that. Just like that. Over and over like a mantra. Don't stop. Just like that, boy. That's it faggot. Take my cock.
I feel the first bitter drip of precum finding the back of my tongue and gag a little. I fight the impulse to pull back, to end this orgasm and start towards a new one; but that's not what he wants. He wants me there, open for him, taking his cock, wanting his load. And i do, i want all of that. My body relaxes, and i let that gag reflex just move on by as his cockhead swells and leaks and lubes things up and pushes further down. His pubes are grinding on my nose now, and his balls slapping my chin with each stroke. He's got a grip on my head, and i'm clinging to his body like my life depended on it. And finally, there's the throaty whisper, "here it comes boy. take it. take it."
And i do. There's nothing in the world i want more in this moment. I feel his load sliding across my tongue, the scent of it in my nose. Swallowing. Swallowing again. Licking the underside of his cock to tease out a few more drops, and just savoring the jewels on the tip of the slit as they appear. He collapses in his chair, finally. I collapse at his feet and bury my face in his lap, wet dick still giving an occasional throb, his hand on my hair. I kiss each of his nuts in turn, like a "thank you" and put his softening cock back in my mouth, even though i know how sensitive he gets. He lets me. I'd crawl entirely into his lap if i'd fit. I feel safe, and turned on, and satisfied, tasting his cum on my breath. Knowing my hair's all fucked up. Knowing his husband was maybe listening. Knowing i hadn't even had coffee yet, but here i was, summoned, and eager to go suck this man's cock and get his load in my mouth and in my belly.
After a few moments like that, he pushes me off, we get dressed, chat about his next work trip and how hot it's been out. I barely hear any of it because i'm spaced out happy with cum breath and a sore jaw. I get back in my car and head to the office, glad I thought to bring a ball cap with me to hide my just-fucked hair. It was a great way to start the week. (and I'm already wondering where my next load might be coming from.)
(True story, names changed. Encounter date 2023-07-18.)
I love comments and feedback! Please feel free to message me at csucker571@yahoo.com. Just call me fag. ;-)