I ring the doorbell, he answers, smiles at me and says “Ah, good, my personal cocksucker is here.”
As I look at him and say “Yes, I am.” I feel my cock immediately stir. I’m here to do what I enjoy most. But how did it come to this? I’m a white collar, professional, married, 52yo ‘normal’, everyday guy. Yet, I can’t wait to feel his mushroom head in my mouth and then my face up against his full bush. I ache for it, I daydream about it when I don’t have it. How did it come to this? And then there’s the whole verbal thing... I love it when he talks to me the entire time I’m worshipping his cock and balls. I enjoy hearing not only how much he enjoys what I’m doing but also hearing how he degrades me. I draw the line at being called a faggot, but I am his personal cocksucker and nasty, dirty boy who loves the aroma and taste of his hairy balls. I crave it all. Constantly.
“Come on in Bitch, I have a huge load for you today if you deserve and earn it. Do you want it?”
“I do, very much so... it’s been almost a week since I’ve tasted your cum.” I say.
“I also have a treat for you... I haven’t showered yet this morning and I’ve been to the gym.” He teases me with what he knows I love... a little extra flavor and scent.
Here is my friend Justin who somehow picked up on the fact that I might be a cocksucker. I don’t remember exactly how it all transpired, but as they say, one thing led to another and for the past 4 months I’ve been his personal cocksucker. My fantasy come true. Someone nearby, accessible, able to let me sneak away from my wife to his place and get my fill of cock, balls and of course cum. I’ve only sucked a few cocks, but immediately realized I could deepthroat and love to hear the moans of pleasure as Justin buries himself in my throat and holds my head there until I push him back to gasp for air. I love hearing him praise me for being a good little whore and licking his balls clean... and lower if he’s in the mood. I want to taste it all. I want to worship every inch of his hairy crotch. Those shaved guys don’t do a thing for me. I want hair, a full bush, licking every inch, breathing it in as I go. I get hard the moment I walk in the door, stay hard the entire time I’m on my knees and all the way home until I can jackoff. Justin has no desire to reciprocate and that’s fine with me. The pleasure is all mine. He doesn’t understand it, hell, I don’t really understand it either, but I just need to feel his cock and his cum down my throat.
Justin does enjoy watching me stroke myself as I suck him, so I remove my shorts as we get to his living room as he does the same. The whole time he’s talking to me... “Ready for this cock again? Do you remember what it tastes like when it’s sweaty? Are you man enough to lick every inch of me? My hairy balls are waiting for you too...”
I almost drool hearing his words staring at his semi-erect cock. Perfect shape, nice length, thick and just the right size for my throat. His balls are hanging low, curly hairs all over almost calling my name to tug on them with my lips. And that crease where balls and cock meet the V of his leg... that’s where I can spend hours burying my face and breathing in deep as I lick every bit of sweaty taste away.
Before Justin sits down, he puts one foot up on his couch, knee bent, legs spread... “C’mon bitch, show me how much you’ve missed these balls. If you do a good enough job, I’ll let you work your way up to my cock. But you have to earn it, cocksucker. How’s your cock doing? Show it to me... Look at you, you little bitch, hard as a rock just looking at and hearing about my sweaty balls. Such a total cockwhore aren’t you? Do you think you can make it to the end and not cum before I do? Do you? You better not cum until I’m done or I won’t let you have this again. Remember that, cunt.”
I can’t take my eyes off what’s in front me, I simply nod and say “I won’t.”
Justin’s balls hanging free and loose as he stands there with one foot propped up on the couch. “Come on bitch, get started or I’ll stand here and jackoff without letting you taste anything and watch my cum land on the floor instead of on your tongue.”
I crawl closer to Justin on my knees, dip my head down so that I can come up from underneath and feel his balls on my face.
Justin laughs “Look at you, what a fucking whore you are with my balls on your nose. Look up at me boy, let me see in your eyes how much you cherish this moment.”
And I do... he knows I do. He hears me breathing in deep soaking in his scent and the fresh sweat from his workout. My tongue starts lapping just under his balls... tastes so salty, yet sweet to me... his hairy balls and ass always holds the flavor for me.
“Smell good cocksucker? Taste good?”
“All I can do is mumble “Mmmhmmm” as I worship his balls with my tongue and take each one in my mouth to clean them thoroughly. I rub my face all over and around them wanting to smell it as I work my magic.
