All Blog Entries

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]In reality, Jesse was a nice guy but also very no-nonsense about things and shamelessly blunt about his love of men and cock. One of the other guys in the office actually said to me, "You know, you'd be better off just giving him what he wants."

"You say that like that's what you did," I said - and the look on his face told me I was spot-on. "Wait... are you telling me that he's been with all the guys who work here?"

"Pretty much," the guy said, his face getting redder by the moment. "It's the only way to get him to leave you alone and believe me, we've tried every other way to make him go away!"

It made sense... but I wasn't going to be pressured into giving Jesse what he wanted... but he was getting on my nerves and really trying my patience. It got so bad that whenever I went to the men's room, I had to make sure I knew where Jesse was and that he didn't see me heading that way. I've never been... uncomfortable in the men's room and I'd long since gotten used to guys sneaking peeks while at the urinal or doing that weird thing of talking to the wall to keep from making eye contact with you while you both pissed.

Jesse had me rethinking things; while I was used to many ways guys tend to behave, it's annoying to stand there draining the lizard... and there's a very gay man standing next to you not only watching you pee but telling you how he's gonna suck your dick and make you cum. I had to admit that he was starting to get to me; I could have left the assignment but that wasn't an option and complaining to management wasn't going to do much according to what the other guys had told me.

Weeks turned into months and Jesse just would not stop pursuing me... and, after talking to my wife about it (and not for the first time), even she said, "Just give him what he wants and he'll leave you alone!"

So the very next day, I sat and waiting for Jesse to show up and continue his nearly non-stop propositioning. For a moment, I thought that because I was going to say yes, he wasn't going to make an appearance - and one so consistent that I could set my watch by him. But he was right on time, giving me his winning - but wicked - smile and before he could get started I cut him off by asking, "When and where?"

Shit... he had won the battle and that didn't make me feel good. But I couldn't quit this job and I couldn't kick his ass so it really did make sense - and was the better choice - to just give up the dick to him. I asked my question and he immediately said, "Tonight, after work, my place!" and gave me his address. He blew me a kiss and practically skipped back to his desk, leaving me to think that I was going to regret this. I called my wife and told her I'd be late coming home and all she said was, "Okay - Jesse."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Growing up having sex with guys taught me some valuable lessons, like not letting guys pressure me into doing anything I didn't want to do. But there's always that one guy who just won't take no for an answer and there are two kinds of that guy: The one who is aggressive and ultra-pushy... then there's the one who just keeps bugging you until you either cave in... or punch him in the face.

I was working for a temp agency and had gotten a much needed long-term assignment and once I showed up for it, the people I would be working with made it a point to tell me about the gay man who worked there... and I couldn't understand why they felt the need to warn me but I took it in stride and truthfully said that I don't have any issues with gay men.

"You're gonna have some issues with this one," one woman said to me. "You're cute... and he's gonna be all over you like a bad habit!"

She - and the others - were, of course, right; I hadn't been at my new desk for a good hour before Jesse sashayed over to introduce himself... and start hitting on me. Still, I continued to take it in stride because Jesse wasn't an asshole - he was just very openly gay and demonstrative about it but after about a week, shit! He was getting on my nerves flirting with me, telling me how good he'd suck my cock and that fucking him was better than fucking women. It seemed like every time I turned around, Jesse was there, licking his lips, giving the universal blow job sign and sometimes assuming the position against a wall or desk or whatever he could use to let me know that he wanted my cock in his ass.

I actually made a mistake in telling him that I wasn't straight like he thought I was; once I told him I was bi, he stepped up his efforts to get me into his bed. Now, it wasn't that he was a bad-looking guy or anything like that; he was just... annoying even though I got brave and had a long talk with him about his proposals and there was a time and place for them... and at work wasn't one of them.

I'd have been better off talking to the coffee machine. "You're just playing hard to get," he said one day. "I want you and I'm gonna have you..." and continued to tell me in great detail what his plans for me were. I really couldn't believe how things went from being flattering to me sitting and thinking of shit to do about him, oh, like how to hide the body and, absent that, just finding a way to make him regret ever meeting me.[/SIZE][/FONT]

The Map does not appear to allow me to search by location

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I held still as he bucked and fucked into my mouth; sweat was stinging my eyes something fierce and my own dick was painfully hard and for a brief moment, I thought about jumping up, throwing his legs over my shoulders, and ramming my dick into his ass... but I didn't. I just held him in my mouth until he got soft, listening to him whimpering and saying over and over, "So good... so good..."

I reluctantly let go of him and fought a brief wave of dizziness as I sat up just enough to look at him. Sweat had plastered his dirty blond hair to his head and his face was a very interest shade of red. I looked down with some sadness to see his "perfect" dick lying limply in the crease of his leg and I wanted him back in my mouth so bad it wasn't funny. I looked up at him and saw how wide his eyes were and like he was surprised at what I'd just done to him... and maybe he was... but my dick was aching badly and I needed to take care of that.

I could feel my arms and legs trembling as I moved toward his head, taking a hand and slipping it under his head to lift it up and guided my dick to his mouth. For a moment, there was a look of panic on his face but he opening his mouth to allow me to slide right into it. I started to slowly fuck his mouth, not trying to make him suck all of it but to feel his tongue against my knob and shaft. I felt his hands on my ass, his fingers digging int my cheeks as he pushed more of me into his mouth and I groaned to feel his tongue flying around my dick.

I looked at him... and lost it and, damn, I could see my dick pulsing between his lips, saw his cheeks puff out a little as my sperm shot into his mouth, felt him "struggle" to swallow it, not that he was trying to get away from it. I let myself just collapse onto the bed next to him and he even kinda rolled over and laid his head on my chest and, jeez, we were both hot and sweaty messes.

"Jesus, man," he said after a long moment of us just lying together. "I didn't know it could be like that! Did I do okay?"

"You were perfect," I managed to say; my mouth and throat was so dry and I would have killed for a long drink of water. "You were just very damned perfect."

He laughed a little before saying, "For a moment, I thought you were going to fuck me..."

"I thought about it," I said, absently stroking his wet and sweaty head.

"You should have," he said, running his fingers up and down my body and making me shiver like it was freezing in that hot and stifling room. "We have time before my family comes home..."

Honestly? I didn't think I could get it up again; I was drained and sated from both sucking him and being sucked and even as he went back down on my - after we both got some water to quench our thirst - I was just happy for us being in a 69 and having his "perfect" dick in my mouth again. I got hard enough to get it in him - with the help of a lot of lotion he had in his room - and if I thought sucking his dick was perfect, so was being inside him. He didn't say a thing as I stuffed myself in his very tight hole except, "Yeah... that's it..." or something like that; I was very busy trying not to cum immediately and I think he knew that because he clearly said, "Go ahead - it's okay..."

I lost it again and even though I was sure I wasn't shooting much sperm into him, that didn't mean what I was feeling wasn't very terribly intense. Later, we were back to studying for the upcoming test... and like we'd been doing it all along. Jimmy did say, "You know we're gonna have to do this again - and soon - right?"

"Yes," was I all could say, thinking about his "perfect" cock being in my mouth again and maybe deep in my ass the next time, too.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was sweating like a fiend and I could feel my renewed erection trapped between my body and Jimmy's bed, begging for some attention... but it didn't matter whether it got some at that moment because his dick felt so damned good in my mouth and as I continued to suck that "perfect" cock, I was wondering when the last time I had so much fun - and joy - giving head to a guy.

Jimmy was... long past losing it. I had one hand on his belly and I could feel a layer of sweat between my hand and his body as his belly heaved with every strained breath he took. He was getting close; I could feel the tremors racing along his shaft and I want to both prolong this... and shove him over the edge. For a really brief moment, I thought about which thing I wanted to do - then said, "Fuck it..." to myself and picked up the pace. I wanted - needed - to feel him cumming in my mouth, to feel the pulsations as his spunk flowed from him - and then once more taste the salty sweetness of his seed.

The room was filled with heavy, labored breathing - his and my own. He's trying to get away from me, squirming on the bed and I just pressed down on his belly to keep him in place and took him deep one last time. His cock swelled in my mouth even as his whole body went as stiff as a board. He cursed and I looked up at him in time to see the look on his face as his cum shot into my mouth and pretty much directly down my throat... and there was a lot of it and my only regret - if you could call it that - was that I had him deep down to his pubic bone so all that delicious sperm never got caught on my tongue.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]But that was okay because in those few short moments having all of his dick in my mouth, this was just another opportunity to do it again... and I was going to do it again whether he wanted to or not. I applied just enough suction to keep him from going completely soft, ignoring his moaning and groaning as he recovered from his release. I glanced up at him and while his eyes were open and looking in my direction, I wasn't sure he was really seeing me... but it didn't matter.

I'd get his attention soon enough.

I began sucking on him again; I couldn't get it out of my head how... perfect his cock was, from the way it tasted to how it fit so comfortably in my mouth - it was as if his dick was tailor-made for me to suck. As I sucked him gently - but somewhat urgently - I could hear him weakly asking what I was doing and going from this to saying something about not believing this was happening before going back to moaning and starting to fuck into my mouth. He was getting hard again but I wasn't going to rush getting him off again. I could feel his "perfect" knob at the back of my tongue and it was like whatever gag reflex I had wasn't aware that there was a hard dick in the area.

I felt his hands on my head as he fucked my mouth a bit faster and I just held still, feeling his prick sliding in and out of my mouth; his whole body shuddered every time my tongue rasped against his knob - it had to be very sensitive and making that thin line between pain and pleasure even thinner. I let him fuck my mouth for long moments before retaking control of the situation, grasping him at the base of his "perfection" and squeezing to keep him firm while I paid some attention to his balls.

Even they were "perfect." Practically hairless - he didn't have much pubic hair to get stuck in my teeth to begin with - and I was able to get both of them in my mouth easily. His body stiffened and I could feel his dick twitching in my kinda tight grip so I gave his nuts one last, good washing with my tongue before going back to eating his dick right down to the bone.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]“Quite a few times,” I said. I guess that for him, that’s all he needed to hear. I didn’t try to stop him when he moved closer to me as we sat on his bed, unzipped my pants, and pulled my very hard dick out.

”You’re kinda big,” he said just before he lowered his mouth onto me, making me gasp... and him gag a little. I started to pull away but he shook his head and started letting his tongue flick all over my dick and shoving me quickly to the edge.

”Stop - I’m gonna cum!” I said - and Jimmy just nodded and I lost it. To my surprise, he swallowed my spunk, tentatively at first but more... eagerly - I guess the taste agreed with him.

It had been a while since I’d wanted a guy’s cock like I wanted Jimmy’s... and he didn’t keep me waiting. He wriggled out of his pants and underwear... to reveal what I felt was the perfect dick. Average in every way which, for me, meant not too big or small.

Jimmy stretched out, breathing heavily and trembling as I scooted over to him and just swallowed his cock whole. He groaned - then flooded my mouth with warm spunk... and for the first time in a long time, I was pissed that he came too soon.[/SIZE][/FONT]

After successfully sucking and swallowing that first uncovered cock, I felt proud of myself for passing that milestone. A month or so later I was drinking at home alone, when it suddenly occurred to me that I'd like to do that again. So I emailed the guy asking if he wanted another blow job. He replied right away, and showed up thirty minutes later. With no formalities, he dropped his pants and sat down on the couch. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and complimented him on what a great looking cock he had, before engulfing it with my mouth.

The nerves of the previous time were gone, and I could take my time and relish the entire experience. I set about doing just that! I had fantasized for decades about being able to do this, and here was my chance. Having a cock on call excited me beyond measure. I was lost in the sensation of this beautiful cock in my mouth. The sucking itself came so naturally to me that I never had to even question or guess about how to do it. That cock was simply [I]supposed[/I] to be in my mouth. It was like coming home.

The last time, I had not wanted to release that amazing dick from my mouth after he came. This time he asked me not to do that, and I agreed. That meant I needed to make this last as long as possible. To enjoy having that cock in my mouth as long as I could. And man, did I enjoy it. The sensation of finally having what I had dreamed of for so many years, hungered for for so long, (and knowing that it was okay, there was nothing to be afraid of) sent me into a haze of pure cock lust. I lost myself in the feeling of that velvet steel rod on my tongue and in my throat. This was heaven.

As he built to a climax, I used a circular motion with my hand at the base of his rod while sucking hungrily, and it began. He warned me he was cumming, and I only sucked harder as he exploded in my mouth, coating my tongue with his delicious nectar. I held him inside as I swallowed and swallowed. Finally certain that I had gotten all he had to give, I released him from my mouth and said "Thank you!"

A month or so later, I got the urge again.