I Love To Suck Cock Now

Let me start with admitting that I didn't know at that time that I would ever suck a man's cock. I was 35 with two small kids, I had a hot enough wife and we fucked once a week or sometimes twice a week. Granted she was a bit uptight about things like oral sex and she never would consider anal sex. But sucking a man's cock was no where in my mind.

It happened on a trip to Ecuador. The plane was diverted to Guayaquil and we were set up in this small run down motel. We got a meal tickets and the restaurant was small and a turnoff, but it had been a long day and I needed to get something to eat. I was seated at a table with a man who had arrived earlier. He was an oilfield worker, around 45 or 50, a New Zealander. He talked and I talked, we ordered a couple of beers. After we ate we walked across the courtyard back to our rooms.

At my room he pushed his way in, taking a look to see if it was as small as his. With the door closed he pushed me onto the bed and got on my back and started to hump on me. I couldn't fight him off, he told me to shut up and take it because he wasn't going away. By then his cock was hard and I could feel it against my ass. He was humping real hard, reaching under me to undo my belt. After a bit of time he got the belt lose and then he got my pants unbuttoned and he pulled my pants and boxers down below my butt.

He shoved his face in between my cheeks, working me with his tongue, slapping my bare cheeks and telling me to give him my ass. Somehow he got me in the right position and he licked into my asshole, reaching under me to stroke my already hard cock. He spit into my asshole and got on me with his dick head on my hole and shoved a couple of times breaking in and he shoved his cock in up to his balls. It felt good, I won't lie, but I was mad, angry that he was fucking me. And he fucked me in and out and in and out, my hard cock rubbing against the bed covers

He came, I could hear him cum, I came into the bedclothes. He pulled out slowly, my asshole got cold the minute he withdrew, he stuck his finger in me until he found my prostate and massaged my prostate and I seemed to cum again, leaking really He took the bedclothes and wiped his cock clean and told me to suck him, to keep his cock in my mouth and not let go until he could get hard again and cum again.

Sucking him was better than getting fucked, it was more intimate, I was doing that, I was making him feel good and I sucked him back into an erection and let him mouth fuck me and after a while he came again. He wanted me to lick it up and show him I would do what he wanted.

He got up and went to the bathroom, came out and stripped completely naked and told me to strip naked and we got in bed. He ran his hands all over me, from my face to my chest to my cock, he sucked my cock, he kissed my chest and nipples, he kissed my mouth and then latched onto my neck and sucked on me until he left a bright red mark, which turned blue and red the next morning.

He gave me his contact information and I gave him mine, but fake with the wrong city and the wrong phone number. I never saw him again but I have never forgotten him. When I go out, alone when I go out looking for a man, I want a man who gets aggressive. I want to be fucked like I was fucked in Guayaquil but I haven't found a man to do that. I suck cock, lots of cock, I really enjoy sucking a man and helping him cum, I eat his cum. I need to eat his cum.