This was it -- our first actual meeting after weeks of texting and chatting online. It had taken me many years of clandestine gay sex to finally figure out what I wanted and liked. If I found a glory hole, I would become a regular, and at the same time, pretend I was a normal, married heterosexual guy. But it really kept coming back to sucking cock. I kept doing it any time I could, rationalizing away any concerns about STDs in favor of the rush of that moment when I could feel the cock that I sucked begin to erupt. It was like a flame for a moth.
For the past two weeks I had been anticipating this particular night. I was not only going to make a good impression -- I was going to live up to my own fantasies. Night after night I surfed the internet (that expression itself ought to give you a clue about my age -- it's not one people use nowadays) as I prepared. I read article after article on suppressing the gag reflex. I invested in a couple of different sprays that advertised an ability to help with that. I found at least three very lifelike dildos of different sizes and had them shipped to me.
It wasn't that I was new to giving head. I knew I liked it. I was even pretty good at it at one point -- but that was when I had the anonymity of glory holes on my side. That was from years ago when I was between marriages, lonely and horny. I told myself it was research -- knowing what it took to suck a cock and swallow the jizz was necessary in case a woman objected at some point. But that was what I would tell someone else if they asked. What really kept me going out to find cocks to suck was how amazing they felt in my mouth. I was caught up in the sensations. I felt powerful when a flaccid cock came through the wall and got hard in my mouth. Then the stiff core covered by the soft flesh was a unique sensation, and I was driven by the rush of how it ended, jerking and twitching as it erupted in my mouth. All justifications aside, I was addicted. I was a cocksucker, but it was all hidden.
Now I was on my own, living in an RV in a rural county in Texas. I stumbled onto some BBC Hypno videos -- the ones where dominant women point out how my attention was really on the cocks being sucked -- and I realized how much I wanted cock. The bigger, the better. The issue was that now, 25 years after I had been that cocksucker who needed the anonymity of the glory holes, how was I going to find more? Don't forget, I'm in rural Texas. It's not that guys don't get their dicks sucked -- it's that all the places I used to frequent were in cities.
My location was a bit of a problem - I not only had to deal with crappy internet, but mostly, I had to come to terms with a lack of likely partners. If guys were hung and looking to get off, they were generally either too far away or they were unable to host. I tried hooking up with one local guy who said he was above average -- and if he ever managed to get hard, he might have been -- but would only do it in his car. And trying to suck him while bent over his stick shift just didn't work. Would have been good since he was less than five miles away, but after two tries widely space apart I gave up on him.
I kept looking on line, however. And finally found a guy who lived about an hour away (maybe a little more). My profile said bottom. His said top. He said he was above average, and his public pictures said so as well. I peeked at him, his profile and pictures. Eventually, he checked me out because I'd checked him out. And we'd begun to explore each other's preferences and limits. I was a little outside his preferred age range. He was a bit far away. We began to chat via text. He was only into getting his cock sucked. He clearly wanted to get edged, so I could plan on a long night - it wouldn't be a long drive for 10 minutes, a mouthful of cum and then a long drive home. He imagined it would be a long session. He read some of the stories I'd published on that hookup site as well as the ones on Literotica and liked them. I asked him if he also liked ass and got turned down -- he wanted control, a bit of humiliation and cock worship
Anyway, this was it. I found his place and was delighted that he really didn't have any neighbors close by. Since I didn't know how he'd be about weed, I took advantage of the isolation to light up and smoke something calming and relaxing before going in. I smoked half a doobie and put the other half away with the other joint I had, grabbed my bag and walked up to his door. There was a note: "the door is open, come in. You know the drill." I shivered with excitement and went inside, closing and locking it behind me.
I entered into what I assumed to be the living room. All the curtains were drawn, but lights were on. The big screen TV was on, and when I looked it was showing porn. And very specific porn -- the scene on display had a naked man, on his knees with his arms behind his back. He was busy sucking a long cock that stuck out of a pair of pants -- the owner was still dressed. I saw his hands grab the head and begin to direct the oral efforts. I instantly grew hard -- it was a scenario I'd written about in many stories, and I was now hard as a rock. Without looking away from the face fucking on screen, I began to lose my shirt, kick off my shoes and drop my pants (that bag had underwear -- among other things -- in it. I came commando.)
"I see you like the video": came a deep voice. "Get on your knees. You know the drill."
I took a pillow out of my bag and set it on the floor, then knelt on it and kept my head down, slowly stroking myself in anticipation. I heard him move closer until I noticed his feet in front of me.
"What you came for is not on the floor. Look up ahead of you." He commanded, and I did. What I saw directly in my face was a crotch. Tight jeans were struggling to contain a very large bulge that ran down his leg. He really was above average!
"May I, sir?" I asked. "May I touch it?"
"Mouth only" came the answer. I leaned forward and hovered close to that bulge, breathing hard, hot air onto it. It twitched! I pressed my lips hard up against it, attempting to measure its size between them. I mouthed it from the root to the tip that was straining against his leg. I began licking and sucking through the denim of his jeans, anxious to please him.
"Very good, cocksucker. You may be as good as you say. Now use your hands and undo the belt and the top button. After that, just use your mouth to get what you came here for. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." I had to work to keep from ripping things. Slowly, deliberately, I unbuckled his belt, taking the opportunity to lean my arm against his hard cock. He leaned forward and pressed himself into me. I undid the top button, and pulled the zipper forward, then put my hands down behind my back.
"Let me see you play with your cock. Go ahead -- but don't you dare come!" I obeyed mechanically, but I was less interested in my hard flesh than his. I leaned forward and took that zipper between my teeth and began to pull it down with my mouth.
"Nice! Good cocksucker! You are doing nicely." Inwardly I was smiling -- this alpha male was pleased with me! Outwardly, I kept a straight face and continued to slowly pull his zipper to the bottom of its track. When it reached the bottom, I learned two things: I wouldn't have to deal with any underwear and I would need to get his jeans down lower to release that monster I was waiting to suck.
