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My wife, Kendra, and I have enjoyed a robust sex life from the time we started dating, up until the recent year, when we turned fifty years old and she became perimenopausal. And despite hormone therapy, she has lost all desire to have sex of any kind. I was climbing the walls and getting tired of using my hand to get off, but at least I discovered online porn and was using that for inspiration for my daily masturbation.My name is Dave, and I started out viewing and reading the normal kinds of heterosexual porn, but soon gravitated to cuckold videos and stories. Maybe it was because Kendra was no longer available to me for sex, and I couldn’t help fantasizing about me watching, participating, and wishing that she would cuckold me. I’ve got a little less than average-sized, circumcised, thin, five-inch dick, and it is so arousing imagining well-hung men, or any men really, fucking her hairy, fat-lipped pussy.I work as a middle manager at an insurance company and can’t afford the expense and risk of being caught trying to date other women. Despite Kendra’s recent frigidity, I still love my wife and don’t want to fuck up my marriage. And besides, I find that I identify most closely with the submissive, cuckold husbands in the stories and videos, and get turned on by the descriptions and visual depictions of the cuck husbands sucking the cocks of their wives’ lovers. Those submissive feelings and the desire to suck cocks were bolstered by some experiences in high school.Sucking My Best Friend in High SchoolIt was during the end of my junior year in high school when I got a car. My best friend, Alan, and I went on double dates with our girlfriends, and that’s when I first experienced sucking a cock. We were usually drinking beer, sometimes after we took our dates home, and the first time it happened I was back at his house for a sleepover in his basement. Our conversation evolved to sex, as it usually did, and talking about our experiences fucking our girlfriends.We were both inebriated, after drinking four beers each before we got to his home and were starting on our fifth from his father’s stash. Space was a little tight on the full-size bed we were sharing, but we had shared beds many times at sleepovers at each other’s homes.The bed was shaking a little, and it sounded and felt like Alan was stroking his cock, when he said, “Damn, Dave, Linda wouldn’t even let me get my fingers wet tonight, and I haven’t fucked her in over three weeks. I’ve really got a case of the blue balls, and it would sure be nice to at least get a blowjob tonight. You wouldn’t mind helping a buddy out, would you, Dave?”I had never even thought about sucking anyone’s cock, but I knew from watching Alan in the showers, probably more than I should have, and watching him fuck Linda a couple of times, that his cock is uncut, thicker, and longer than mine, at about seven inches long and almost six inches around on hard. He also has egg-sized, low hanging balls, and I admired the way his cock and balls swing when he moved around in the shower.He was obviously drunker than usual and otherwise would have never asked me to suck his cock. I was drunk too, and asked, “What the fuck would ever give you the idea that I’d want to suck your cock, after all these years being friends?”Alan answered, “No offense, buddy, but I’ve noticed the way you look at my junk in the shower, and it’s not like our friends don’t tease you about looking and even acting girlish sometimes. I just thought you might like to get a closer look at my meat and maybe taste it.”I was only five feet and eight inches tall and weighed one hundred and fifty-five pounds at that time, my blonde hair was shoulder-length, and I have blue eyes. Since Alan is six feet and one inch tall and weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds, I admit that I didn’t look as mature and well-built as him and most of our friends. I even got teased sometimes, all in good fun I thought, about being a girly boy, even though I dated and had success fucking girls.Having my best friend since kindergarten make those comments to me was hurtful, but it also revealed a new personal awareness that I wasn’t as masculine as my friends. My appearance and mild-mannered personality probably did give them the impression that I might be effeminate, and that was making me see myself in a new light. The thought of being submissive to Alan wasn’t that distasteful to me, but I had certainly never considered sucking his cock.I probably shouldn’t have responded further, but I couldn’t help making a smart-ass comment that likely encouraged Alan, when I asked, “So, what if I did suck you off? Would you suck my dick too?”His face lit up and he replied, “Just the fact that you asked me that must mean you’re really thinking about doing it for me. Come on, Dave, I’ll never tell anyone, unless you want me to, and you might find out that you like it. What could it hurt? I’ve seen you eat out Marci after you’ve fucked her, so what’s the big deal of eating your good buddy’s load? I might at least try to suck you too, but I can’t make any promises.”I was still drunk enough that I decided to try it, and I said, “Okay, Alan, let’s get our underwear off and I’ll at least try to help you out. I can turn around in the bed facing the other way, so we can try it at the same time.”We stripped down, and when I turned around, with us on our sides facing each other, I was aroused not only by his soft, thick cock hanging in front of me, which is bigger than mine on hard but also by the strong musky scent of his crotch. His big balls were also hanging down next to his cock and looked huge compared to my tight sack.I waited for a few seconds, afraid to take the first step in becoming his cock sucker, and I was also waiting to see what Alan would do. He got impatient, and said, “Come on, Dave, you said you’d try it, at least take my meat in your hand and feel the heat and weight of it.Alan still hadn’t touched my cock, although I felt his hot breath, and I gave in to grip his fleshy cock. It felt so much heavier and thicker than my dick, and I loved the feeling of his rubbery foreskin. I began to stroke his meat, and within a few seconds I was holding his hard, seven-inch cock. I was mesmerized by the foreskin sliding over his already precum-slickened rus escort cock head, and I couldn’t resist taking it into my mouth.I began sucking his cock head and the first few inches of his shaft, and I loved the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth. I was also turned on by the idea that it was so nasty having oral sex with my best friend, but I loved doing something so personal for him to make him happy. I knew at that point that he wouldn’t be returning the favor, and that made it seem even more exciting that he had made me acquiesce to his wishes without sucking me too.After a few minutes, I began sucking harder and taking more of his thick cock into my mouth, and Alan was moaning and thrusting his hips, as he said, “Oh fuck yes, Dave, you’re sucking my cock much better than Linda ever has, and I can tell by the way you’re doing it that you love sucking my meat. Sorry, buddy, but I can’t do something so nasty by returning the favor. I can see why you like it, compared to your little dick.”I knew that I liked pussy better than anything, but it was so exciting to have discovered a new form of sex, and that I could get so aroused just by sucking my friend’s cock. I realized that I had reached over and gripped his ass to hold him in place in my mouth and pulling into my mouth in time with his thrusts. I almost didn’t notice at first when he rolled us over until he was almost on top of me and began fucking my mouth like a cunt.The feeling of being held under him and at his mercy was amazing, and that reinforced the desire to be submissive to and used by my friend. I wrapped my arms around his ass as the speed of his strokes increased, and I realized from his heavy breathing and moaning, and his cock getting even harder and thicker, that he was close to ejaculating.I braced for that new experience, not knowing what it would be like to take a boy’s load in my mouth, and then his cock began flexing and pulsing as he moaned out loud, “Oh shit, oh fuck, keep that up cock sucker. I’m feeding you a huge load of my cock cream, and you’d better swallow it all and not fuck up our sheets.”His cock kept flexing as I tasted what felt like ten spurts of his tasty cum, and it seemed like a much bigger load than I shoot. I continued holding him on top of me as his cock softened and I suckled his meat for all remnants of his thick cum. He didn’t try to pull away and enjoyed casually fucking my mouth and feeling his meat being sucked.In the position we were in his big balls were pressed against my face on his downstrokes, and I suddenly had the urge to suck them. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and shifted back slightly to suck first one and then the other of his testicles and hairy scrotum.He pressed down on me and said, “Fuck yeah, Dave, suck my fucking nuts. No one has ever done that for me, and it feels fantastic. You’re really good at this cock sucking shit, and it’s hard to believe this is your first time.”I sucked Alan’s balls for about ten minutes, and I was embarrassed when I turned around to face him. I said, “I don’t know what got into me, but I found out that I really enjoyed sucking your cock and balls and especially swallowing your cum.”He laughed and said, “That’s not a problem for me, old buddy, and I’m going to want you to suck me off at every opportunity. I loved seeing your cock sucking mouth that way, and feeling you swallowing and sucking for more. Linda always spits it out when she sucks me off, and this was a real treat. Give me a few more minutes, and I’ll feed you another load.”I sucked Alan off two more times that night and went to sleep between his legs with my face snuggled into his balls while I sucked them, and his soft, spent cock laying across my face. Then I sucked him off again in the morningIt became routine for me to suck him off at least four times a week after that, while we were both still dating and fucking girls, and there was never any discussion of him sucking me. I even learned how to suck his ass one night when he sat on my face to suck his balls, and that became part of our routine as well. We had settled into our dominant/submissive relationship, and over the course of the summer and our senior year in high school, I even began sucking off a couple of our other friends.That all ended when we graduated from high school and went our separate ways to different colleges. I had matured by then and had a growth spurt in college, and I’m now five feet and eleven inches tall. From the time I started college until recently when I’ve been thinking about sucking cocks again, I never sucked anyone else.Deciding on an Approach to Finding Cocks to SuckBefore searching for a cock to suck, I did a lot of research on various porn sites, including Craigslist which was still available at the time. I was trying to find the best way to approach sucking cocks. I came up with a few guidelines for myself.First, after reading thousands of postings for men looking to either suck cocks and/or be sucked, I decided that I needed to limit my search to other mature, married men like myself, who might not be getting any relief from their wives at home. Many of the postings by younger men and legal aged teens revealed a desire for risky behaviors. I wanted other married men since we’d both have as much to lose from getting caught or catching any diseases.Second, I needed to be careful about where I meet with other men, to lessen the chances of being caught by law enforcement or others. Most married men can’t host at home, so I knew I had to be creative and look for opportunities. Single men can be riskier to meet with, at least from my point of view, and it seemed worth the effort to find married men and have the challenge of finding places to meet.Third, I only wanted to meet with other men who just wanted to be sucked, without reciprocating. I have a problem of cumming way too fast, and then getting what I call the post-orgasm blues. That’s a natural hormonal thing that some men experience more than others, especially submissive men, which makes it hard to finish sucking the other guy. I’d allow for exceptions in situations where I could control events and make sure the other guys cum first. That presented a challenge since many of the yenimahalle escort bisexual men want to suck as well as being sucked.Fourth, I wanted to stay away from the internet sites where many of the men posting there are way too active sexually, which increased my risk of catching diseases from them. So, I’d focus on identifying men in my everyday environments, with the trick being how to bring it up without exposing myself as a cock sucker to someone who’s unreceptive.Fifth, I needed to be careful when trying to sexualize the conversation, or hope that the other guy would, without revealing my intentions. I wasn’t sure how to do that but assumed I would play it by ear when the situation presented itself. It’s unusual for men who are strangers to strike up an unsolicited conversation out in public, and I was hoping someone would take the risk and talk with me.I’ve always thought it would be nice to find a likeminded neighbor or someone from church or other organization, but the odds of that are small. The difficulty is finding ways to identify each other and lessen the risk of exposure. I decided that the best way would be to look for opportunities to engage other men in conversation or better yet have someone engage me, and hope that leads to getting his cock in my mouth.Even though I’m now five feet and eleven inches tall, I still have blonde hair and blue eyes, as well as not being muscularly built, and hoped that might attract an alpha male looking for a blowjob. I was thinking of looking for a man who works with his hands first, since they might be more receptive.My First Attempt is SuccessfulMy hobby is restoring classic cars to sell, and I have a separate garage at home where I work on them. My old air compressor, which has many uses in my shop, was becoming undependable, and I was shopping at a discount tool and equipment store on a Saturday when I met Harvey.I was standing in the aisle in the back of the store reading the specifications on the box containing a one-hundred-gallon compressor, when an older man, looking to be in his early sixties came up to talk with me.He said, “That’s a nice compressor for the money, buddy. I bought one just like it a few months ago for my auto repair shop, and the price is so reasonable that my wife didn’t even complain about it.”He’s a rugged man, looking a lot like the old actor, Wilford Brimley, who you might have seen in the movie, ‘Cocoon’. He looked to be about five feet and eight inches tall, and somewhat overweight at maybe two hundred pounds. He even has a big, bushy mustache, and was wearing greasy work clothes and an old baseball-style cap, just the type of working man I desired.I wanted to encourage the conversation, and since he called me buddy, which is a little condescending and impolite when meeting someone for the first time, I decided to appear more submissive, and said, “Thank you, sir, my name is Dave, and I appreciate the input. Would you mind telling me a little about the features you like the best, and what if any problems you’ve had with it?”He smiled and moved up next to me to point out some of the specifications on the box, and said, “Sure, buddy, my name is Harley, and I’m happy to help.”Harley got a little closer to me than most people would allow as he explained some of the features, and his hips even slightly bumped into me a couple of times. He had to notice that I didn’t move away from him, as most people would have, and I thought he was sexualizing the conversation, saying, “Yeah, you can blow anything you want with this baby.”I let him know that I caught his double meaning and kiddingly said, “That’s good to hear, but what do you blow with it in your shop?”He laughed and said, “Well, I’m usually looking to get blown at home or in my shop, if you know what I mean, but the wife lost her taste for my meat years ago.”Then I teased him a little, saying, “I don’t mean any disrespect, Harley, but is that still an issue at your age?”Harley laughed again and answered, “Come on, Dave old buddy, I might be old but I’m not dead, and everything works fine. I piss Morse code in dribbles because of an enlarged prostate most of the time, but the baby-making equipment still does its job. My libido is always in overdrive.”I ventured further, saying, “Well, since the wife doesn’t take care of you at home, haven’t you been able to find anyone to help you out in the shop?”He replied, “It’s nice of you to ask. I get paid in blowjobs every now and then, by men and women who can’t afford even minor repairs, but those are few and far between. I need someone who can get into a routine of taking care of me maybe three times a week. You wouldn’t know anyone like that, would you, Dave?”I responded, “Gee, Harley, I’ll need to think about that for a few minutes.”Harley paused for a few seconds and said, “While you’re thinking, why don’t you come over to my shop to check out my compressor before you buy one. We worked this morning and no one else is there this afternoon, and it’s only five minutes from here. You can ride with me and I’ll bring you back after you see it in operation, and you can buy this one if you like it.”I said, “Okay, Harley, that’s mighty nice of you.”We left in his old pickup, and the first thing I noticed was porn magazines and paperback books on the seat. He saw me looking at them and said, “Don’t mind my reading material, it helps me work up a load when I need to get off.”The magazine that caught my eye was a ‘Penthouse Letters’ compilation of old reader stories, that I knew from the internet is mostly about cuckolds, wife lovers, and swingers. So, I thought I’d stir things up a little by saying, “I’m familiar with that ‘Penthouse’ book, and just curious why you have that one. Have you and your wife ever participated in the kinds of activities depicted in the stories?”He seemed a little irritated that I brought his wife into it, and said, “Hell no, Dave, and you can just leave my wife out of it. I must admit that I was the bull in several cuckold relationships years ago, and I loved fucking other men’s wives and having the husbands suck my cock. Those stories bring back good memories of those times. But why are you reading those types of stories?”That was the moment of truth that would end any speculation about what I wanted to do in his shop, and I answered, “Well, this is a little embarrassing, but I have to admit that I read the cuckold stories because I like to fantasize about myself playing the role of the cuckold husbands in them.”Harley smiled and said, “Hot damn, boy, it sounds like we have something in common, compatibility wise. Have you and your wife ever done anything like that, or have you ever, uh, you know, taken care of men before on your own?”I said, “No, my wife has no interest in sex now, and she never would have done that. But I’ve sure fantasized about seeing her with other men a lot. And although I’ve never had any sexual experiences with grown men, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I did fool around a little with friends in high school.”He was grinning ear to ear and said, “I’m sure hoping I’ve read you right, and that our conversations mean that you might be looking to try something with a grown man. I really like you and could sure use the relief this afternoon.”I replied, “Yes, Harley, you have read me right and I’m anxious to suck cock again after over thirty years. But I have to ask; what is it about me that made you approach me in the store? I was hoping that you or someone would and it’s surreal that it worked out this way.”My earlier thoughts on how a meeting like that might happen were confirmed, when he replied, “You just had a friendly and approachable look about you, and no offense, but you are slightly built and have that blonde hair and blue eyes. Then when you responded to my initial comment, and even asked me to help you evaluate the compressor, I thought you might be receptive. I really hope this works out and we’re both satisfied because from what I can tell so far, I think you’d make a good regular cock sucker for me.”I said, “I hope so too, but it’s been so long since I’ve sucked a cock that I hope I can satisfy you.”We pulled into his shop and he closed the door behind us. He led me over to a narrow workout bench with an adjustable, inclining section, and he said, “Some of my men use this to work out on, and it’s also perfect for getting acquainted with a new cock sucker. You can lay back and adjust your position so I can straddle the bench and move up over you, in the perfect position to feed you my meet.”I laid back on the bench after adjusting it to what I thought would be the best height and a forty-five-degree angle, as Harley took off his shoes, pants, and underwear. I was impressed with his thick, gnarly, vein-covered, uncircumcised cock which appeared to be about five inches long on soft and big lemon-sized balls that hang down lower than his cock. He unceremoniously straddled my torso and adjusted the bench a little, as if he had done that many times before, and moved over me. His belly was hanging down but not enough to obstruct his cock, and that made it seem even nastier.His crotch had a strong, musky and cheesy odor, after working in the heat that morning. I moved in and sucked his cock into my mouth, tasting the precum, piss remnants, and smegma in his long foreskin. It was obvious that he wasn’t that fastidious with his genital hygiene, but I liked the nastiness of that horny old man. I began sucking his meat and going down farther on his shaft, and it slowly grew to what I guessed was seven inches long.Harley began fucking my mouth as he said, “Damn, boy, you’re doing a fine job on my meat, and it looks like you haven’t forgotten a thing since you sucked your friends’ cocks in high school. Suck it hard and get ready for a big feeding, since I haven’t gotten off in over three weeks, and I’m a big cummer. Then I’ll have another treat for you.”My dick was getting hard and I loved the whole scene, sucking that dirty old man in his repair shop with him fucking my face like a cunt. I felt so dirty and so alive all at the same time, and I could hardly wait to feel and taste how big a load he would give me. It took him almost ten minutes to cum that first time, and I prepared myself as he began groaning and moaning, and I felt his cock stiffen further, as it began to throb.I felt gush after gush of his bitter cum flooding my mouth, and I swallowed to keep up with the flow. I could hardly believe that a man his age would shoot so much cum, and I savored every drop of his tangy cream and seed. I kept sucking his cock as it softened, and he enjoyed having me continue to nurse his meat.He pulled back and said, “Damn, boy, that was fantastic, and it looked and felt like you enjoyed servicing me. Now, let’s lower the bench and I’ll feed you my balls.”Harley reached under me and lowered the inclined portion of the bench until I was lying flat. He moved back over me, dropping his big, hairy, aromatic balls to my mouth. I loved the feeling of being pinned under him that way, and I sucked his testicles into my mouth, one at a time, as he pressed down on me.I had been sucking his balls for almost ten minutes when he shifted his crotch forward until I was sucking his bulging perineum. When I didn’t object to that, he moved even farther and buried my face in his aromatic, raunchy ass cleavage. I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and zeroed in on his wrinkled sphincter, sucking and probing his hole with my tongue.He was squirming above me and I just barely heard him say, “Fuck yeah, that’s it, boy, suck my shit hole for me. Damn, I really got a prize when I found you in that store.”I alternated sucking his ass and balls for the next half hour, at which point he said, “I’ve got another load worked up for you, boy, so suck me off again.”It took Harley almost twenty minutes to cum the second time, and he gave me another big load of cum. He took me back to the store afterward, and we agreed that I would try to come by his shop as often as possible in the late afternoons on my way home from work to service him.After my experience with Harley, I was even better tuned into other opportunities as they presented themselves, and the next one happened on the following Tuesday.Getting to Know My Barber a Lot BetterI have been going to the same barber for over twenty years and prefer him to the hairstylists many men go to these days. Lorenzo is an Italian American who emigrated from Sicily, and after living in the United States for over thirty years, he still has a strong accent. He’s in his mid-fifties and has a small, one-man shop in a strip mall near my home. After my experience with Harley, I couldn’t help thinking about something that Lorenzo had been doing over the years.
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