Oh, man, that's how I was lead onto the dark side. I had a couple of buddies who fooled around with me since we were tots. Just kids stuff that slowly developed; We thought ourselves normal maybe a little queer but not interested in guys as lovers - just cocks. We all married; me before going off to Nam, others after service. And we sucked each other off when we met up, but grew apart. When I was about 24 and married 4 years, had one daughter, one son, one of my co-workers caught me sucking off a black man who happened to pick up the trash every Tuesday. I don't even recall how this bastard got me to blow him, but I was slobbering his cock every Tuesday - in the rain or snow! So this co-worker named Artie started working on me about coming into his office on a daily basis and blowing him too. Actually, I was delighted and (sorry about this fact, cucks) his cock was bigger, meaner and more manly than the black guys was so I fell in love with it immediately. Got to keep in mind that these two were the first "grown up" cocks I ever sucked. Sure I've seen older cocks in the service, but these two were in my mouth and hands!
After a few mornings working Artie's cock, he grew tired of just having some fag blow him. He started asking if I had any "dirty magazines" and I started buying and bringing them in each day for him to get hard over and supply me with the cum I needed. It added to our pleasure all around as he would take peeks at the mags during the work day and I got another load on some days. Then he met my wife. Cathy was 22 at the time and as hot to trot then as she is now. But I had never shared this side of me with her - until later on. Artie had groped her at a office party and they sneaked off and he fucked her. He was 52 at the time, so you can imagine how that impressed him. Hey, she still recalls what a great fucker Artie was. The very next morning Artie told me that he wanted to look at nudes of Cathy while I blew him. He threatheneed to reveal my secret fag identy to her if I did not find the means to do so. I played along because 1) it was a hallow threat as in those days having a fag blow you meant that you too were a fag. 2) I thought it was a wonderful idea and found the perfect reason to buy our first polariod camera. 3) I knew Patty would pose, as she was already doing it professionally in a porn movie here and there. So that too added to our pleasure and getting even more than 2 loads daily out of the old pervert as well!
That's where and when it all started. And I really got into it. I looked forward to coming into his office every morning and hearing him say, "Put that queer mouth of yours on it and just keep sucking until I fill it." "Yes sir," I'd excitedly groan as I eagerly moved between his spread thighs. "Oh yeah, get it nice and wet, faggot" he would moan while looking at nudes of my wife. After awhile I was able to get photos from her studio that really brought Artie over the edge. By that time had figured out I wanted all these photos to arouse someone, she learned much later just who, so I could get cock in my throat; so she always picked out the best photos to add to my collection. One time (no, in fact twice) I was licking his cock-head, I had flicked my eyes up and saw that he was lying there with his arm thrown over his eyes. I was sure he was fantasizing about fucking Cathy while I slobbered his beautiful hard cock. I slipped my lips over the big flared head and let them sink down the shaft as I wrapped both of my hands around the thick shaft. "Oh yeah, suck it," I started to bob my head at the same time as I pumped my hands up and down in a stimulating corkscrew motion. I continued to suck at the knob as my hands moved up and down. I had taken my time and sucked him nice and slow for the next fifteen minutes or so. I had him on the verge of orgasm a couple of times and then would just stop and hold still, until I felt the urge within him subside. I acted as I figured a true homosexual would act upon the fag’s lover. I wanted to give Artie complete power over me! Each time, he'd feed me a nice warm mouthful of his silky pre-cum; a beautiful appetizer for the load I knew was coming. Eventually he started to approach his climax, he knew he'd had enough teasing and needed release. "Oh fuck.....just keep sucking this time, queer face.....just keep sucking." I could see him squirming as I sucked and sucked at the rigid pillar of flesh pulsing between my stretched lips. I often wish I saw his balls drawing up in their sack to he was about to flood my welcoming mouth, but, alas, I never ever saw his balls as he sat at his desk and extracted only his cock. "OH,OH FUUUUUUUCCCKKKK," he always let out a long deep groan as his cock twitched and shot. The first thick wad shot forcefully against the roof of my mouth and then it just seemed to start gushing. My sucking mouth quickly filled with the warm succulent cream that I knew I was already addicted to. I would continued to worship his beautiful erection as long as he allowed me too - which often was not long enough. But this morning he was really taking his time draining those balls. "Oh yeah, suck it all out, Cathy," Artie moaned softly on the morning in I'm telling you about.That was so very hot! I worked my mouth on the top part of his cock as my jacking hands pumped away at his throbbing shaft. Finally, his cock stopped shooting and slowed the movement of my coaxing hands on this man size cock. Like a sissy, I purred softly as I swallowed the rest of his cum. I held my hands still and nursed softly at the drooling tip of the deflating cock, anxious to get every last drop out of him that I could. I flicked my eyes up as Artie lifted his arm from covering his eyes and sat up in his chair to zip up and throw me out of his office. "Oh, that was so fucking good, queer-o" he said as he looked at me with a satisfied smile on his face. "You really know how to suck cock, faggot." "Th.....thanks Artie," I replied. "And it’s OK that you called out my wife's name before.” "I did?," he asked with a perplexed look on his face. Then darkly chuckled. I studied him, and the scene I was in then and often before and afterwards. Me cowering my face between a man's legs. And a man looking down at his cock and seeing me happily behind it. He grew silent and started to examine me. "Why?" He asked. I answered him, "I don't mind though, if you were thinking about Cathy while I was sucking you.....well.....I....I kind of like it actually." On second thought, I loved it.This was my kind of place. I was born to slobber between people’s legs and encourage them to think any thoughts that made them cum. "You do?" he asked, an evil grim took his face. "Yeah." I honestly replied then honestly asked, "And were you thinking what it would feel like to have her mouth on your cock while I was sucking it?" I took a slow loving swipe around the broad head of his cock just as he began to tuck it away. "Of fuck, yeah," he said with bated breath and I could see the lust in his eyes as he thought about her. "Anytime you want to think of her, and whatever you want to do to her, that's okay with me, I encourage it." I pulled back his cock and slipped my lips right back over the head of his spent cock and closed my eyes in bliss as I sucked on the warm spongy cockhead while I dreamed about him fucking Cathy‘s face. "Well that sounds pretty fuckin' good to me, Jimbo." I slowly opened my eyes and saw him looking at me with pure desire in his eyes as I pursed my lips and slid then further down his spent cock. “You are every bit the low-life queer I figured you to be. Real scum. Cathy married dirt. You ought to be used like an asshole, buddy.” he added.
Artie took my mouth everyday for 4 years and 3 months until he was transferred to New Mexico and we lost touch. But during those years he had grown tired of just images of Cathy and moved onto photos of my daughter and by the time he was transferred ahd fucked every hole in my family. My childhood friends also came upon the scene and enjoyed Artie's cum -they had Cathy even before we were married - and during this time, Cathy learned the truth about me and them. So, by the time Artie moved, it knew exactly what I was up to when I asked to have photos of her to show to men. If they were old photos, she knew it was a new cock I was sucking. Often - as is still the case, Cathy will watch, prompt, encourage and, if she likes what she see she'll fuck the cock I'm blowing. Such a happy life. My single hope and prayer is that when I die and go to heaven it will be lined with glory holes.
