Afflicted With Cock In Mouth Decease

Right after high school I joined the army. After boot camp I asked to become a medic. During training I was picked out as king of finding a vein. I was assigned to Korea where my job was being a phlebotomist. In my third year an army doctor diagnosed me with cock in mouth disease and I was given the opportunity to resign.

I got a job for a testing laboratory as a phlebotomist and enrolled in college in my native West Virginia eventually earning a degree in nursing. During my years in college I lived in a rented trailer owned by Mr. Jones, a welder. Mr. Jones was the typical red neck, big man, big cock, mean as hell and made sure I understood he was going to do the fucking and I was going to do the cock sucking. This was fine with me, he could fuck and all you wanted was more. And his cock was thick and big and when he shot his load in your mouth your spine trembled. Once you go hillbilly you never go back.

I took a job in the hills of West Virginia where the hill billies live. For all there bravado, they would just as quickly have their cock sucked by a queer as fucking a donkey. As a nurse in the local hospital I met many of these men, and having gotten a reputation I had my pick to choose from. My pick was Rob, a great big man, with a harry chest and beer belly, with a power stroke cock and loaded balls. I confess my fist was not big enough to hold his cock in my hand, my mouth was not wide enough to swallow him, my ass was not hot enough to take him in one thrust. Rob was my man, and I was Rob's toy.

That doctor in the army told me I had cock in mouth decease, but he failed to fully describe it. I'm chronically afflicted, cock in mouth decease for sure, and cock in my ass to boot. There is no cure, for now my only relief comes from Rob's big cock.