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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 41
Confessions Of A Natural Born Cock Sucker
One more story of sucking cock and loving it. I admit from the beginning that I loved sucking cock from the first time. At that time it was two kids playing around, but after I sucked his cock I wanted to do it every time. We were too young to take it to the next level, but his cock was hard and he did have wet orgasms, aka he spit his cum in my mouth and I licked his cock clean.
Lots of cocks between now and then. Cop cocks. Airline Flight Attendant cocks. Furniture salesman cocks. Art store cocks. Museum docent cocks. The usual suspects cocks. As I got older I got more focused, I wanted a 'cock' with a man behind it. A real 'cock'. That's how I got involved with Chet. He owned and operated a flooring franchise.
Chet had been in the Army and he still walked like he had a stick up his ass, and wore his hair for that military bearing. He was so proud he could still fit into his uniform. He kept in shape working out at the gym, and running marathons. And I sucked his cock for him, giving him the energy he needed. We got together, aka we moved in together. I took over with the house, a 'wife's work sort of thing, he ran his store and brought home the bacon. At last I was where I wanted to be, at his beck and call twenty four seven.
Being gay is a world unto itself. Long gone were the days of hanging out at the gay bars, long gone were the days of getting in cars with men who looked over their shoulders and took you to an apartment hidden away from prying eyes with rented furniture. Gone were the days of sitting at the airport making eyes with a traveler, who never really did come through for you. I was a lucky one, my parents arranged for me to have 'income for life' if I didn't blow it (pardon the pun). Just stay on the other side of the country and don't post things on Facebook.
And so it is, Chet is my husband, what a word isn't it. I'm his wife really, I don't feel like a 'husband'. I found out that I like taking care of him, and taking care of everything. I guess I inherited that from my mother. Of course I don't know if my mother sucked cock as much as I did. It's a full relationship, with intercourse and everything. Nothing like the big boy coming back from running to get his heart pounding. It's not enough to suck his cock, he has other things on his mind and my place is to accommodate him. Like I'm complaining.
From one cocksucker to another, from one gay fag to another, from one 'wife' to another, I know that you love to suck cock and make the bed afterwards.
Lots of cocks between now and then. Cop cocks. Airline Flight Attendant cocks. Furniture salesman cocks. Art store cocks. Museum docent cocks. The usual suspects cocks. As I got older I got more focused, I wanted a 'cock' with a man behind it. A real 'cock'. That's how I got involved with Chet. He owned and operated a flooring franchise.
Chet had been in the Army and he still walked like he had a stick up his ass, and wore his hair for that military bearing. He was so proud he could still fit into his uniform. He kept in shape working out at the gym, and running marathons. And I sucked his cock for him, giving him the energy he needed. We got together, aka we moved in together. I took over with the house, a 'wife's work sort of thing, he ran his store and brought home the bacon. At last I was where I wanted to be, at his beck and call twenty four seven.
Being gay is a world unto itself. Long gone were the days of hanging out at the gay bars, long gone were the days of getting in cars with men who looked over their shoulders and took you to an apartment hidden away from prying eyes with rented furniture. Gone were the days of sitting at the airport making eyes with a traveler, who never really did come through for you. I was a lucky one, my parents arranged for me to have 'income for life' if I didn't blow it (pardon the pun). Just stay on the other side of the country and don't post things on Facebook.
And so it is, Chet is my husband, what a word isn't it. I'm his wife really, I don't feel like a 'husband'. I found out that I like taking care of him, and taking care of everything. I guess I inherited that from my mother. Of course I don't know if my mother sucked cock as much as I did. It's a full relationship, with intercourse and everything. Nothing like the big boy coming back from running to get his heart pounding. It's not enough to suck his cock, he has other things on his mind and my place is to accommodate him. Like I'm complaining.
From one cocksucker to another, from one gay fag to another, from one 'wife' to another, I know that you love to suck cock and make the bed afterwards.
