On The Road Blowjobs

"Oh fuck," the father said again as I slowly bobbed up and down, giving him a great wet blowjob. For someone with the education a priest was bound to have he sure had a limited vocabulary. Seemed like he just kept saying, "Oh fuck," over and over.

I raised my right hand to rub his chest hair. I love hairy men and I wanted to feel all that hair.

The good Father started squirming around in the chair and again said, "Oh fuck."

I could taste his bittersweet pre-cum, but I didn't want the good Father to cum yet, so I pulled off and pinched the base of his cock with the thumb and index finger of my left hand while rubbing his firm chest and flat stomach with the other.

I moved in and took his left hairy nut in my mouth and tongued and sucked it in and out of my mouth. Drenching his hairy sack with my spit. "Oh fuuuuck," the Father moaned when I licked his 'taint' that hairy space between his balls and asshole.

"Oh fuck," he whimpered. Moving his ass forward he continued to squirm as my tongue found his asshole. "Oh fuck," he moaned. Grasping my hand that was around his cock, he started pumping so I let go. My face and nose wet from my spit left on his hair, I moved back up and took his rock hard cock back in my mouth and started sucking, tonguing and bobbing my mouth up and down his shaft. The Father was squirming around, not really fucking my mouth just squirming. His eyes were shut, his head thrown back and his hands clutching both arms of the chair.

"I'm going to cum," he murmured so I sucked a little harder and deeper on his cock.

"Oh Fuck. I'm going to cum," he moaned again, so I kept sucking and bobbing.

As he moaned, "Oh fuck I can't hold it any longer,"

I felt the Father's cockhead pulse and the first shot filled my mouth, a little musty, salty tasting, then another, and another. I swallowed several times.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck," the Father screeched as he pulled back and his last shot spatter my face and hair. With his cockhead oozing the last drops of cum. I rubbed it all over my lips and then pushed it back into my mouth.

His body still convulsing and his head bending down, the Father finally opened his eyes as I licked his cock clean and squeezed out all the cum into my mouth,

"Whew," the Father stammered, "That was a good cum." Then he sat there for a few minutes, getting his senses back.

As I sat on the floor in front of him, the good Father stood and still naked made the catholic sign of the cross and pointing at me with his index and middle fingers gave me some kind of blessing in Latin.

I reach out and touch his cock. "Got more in there," I asked.

"I don't think so," he laughed, "You sucked me dry." I smiled as he stepped over me to get his clothes. "That was great, but I need to go," he said.

We made small talk as he got dressed. When he found out that I was going to be back in a few weeks the Father asked, "You want to do this again sometime?"

When I said, "Sure," he handed me his business card.

His cum still on my face, I followed the Father to the door. As he walked out, he paused and said, "You have my cell phone number. Call me."

Standing in the open door I said, "Sure, I'll be in touch." Then I realized there was the man next door standing there in the hallway mere steps away staring at me. My cum covered face red with embarrassment, I quickly stepped back and shut the door.

Since I hadn't gotten any emails and had no one else booked for the rest of the day I went downstairs to have brunch. But just in case I got any last minute emails I made sure that I had my San Sung phone with me. I got no messages so I lingered over my brunch and enjoyed myself.

We both got on the elevator at the same time. He was just a little guy. About 5 foot 6 or 7, maybe 155lbs. 50s with dark hair, brown eyes and a little stubble from not shaving that morning. He was wearing faded Levis, a blue work shirt with his name, Chuck stitched over the left pocket and of course a tool belt. I've always been attracted to working men. The ones who get all sweaty and dirty from their work and with calluses from hard work. But my heart skipped a beat when I saw the traditional ring of keys hanging from his belt.

My face reddened when he caught me staring at his crotch.

After being embarrassed I don't know where I got up the nerve but I made a comment about him working on Sunday. "I got called in this morning for a special job otherwise I'd be home watching the game (in Texas the game means the cowboys). I'll be finished soon but the game will be over before I get home," he replied.

We both got off on the 8 Th floor. As the elevator door closed we just stood and looked at each other. Both wanting to say something but neither knowing what or how. The silence hung heavy, finally I said, "I'm in room 814 if you want to stop by ...in my mind I was screaming for a blowjob...but with my mouth I said, "I'll be watching the game. You can catch the last of before you head home."

"The job will take me about 30 minutes maybe longer."

"The game should still be on. That's room 814."

As I hoped, a little over 30-minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was him. Oh god is that a bulge in his pants? "Hi come on in."

I told him to get comfortable, to leave his tool-belt on the table near the door. He left his big ring of keys as well. The game was already on as he moved on into the room and sat in the sofa.

When I brought him a cold drink out of the mini-fridge I sat down on the sofa and handed it to him. Chuck took it with his left hand. I touched his hand near his ring and asked, "Married?"

"Widower, 4 years now."

"Sorry."

Then out of the blue he blurted out, "I've never done this before and I'm scared."

Taken off guard I said, "If you'd rather...," but got no further before Chuck added, "But I want to do it. She was sick for the last couple of years so it's been so long I don't know what to do."

Laying my hand on his knee so I said, "Relax. I'd guide you through it." Taking the initiative I slide my hand on up his thigh. Chuck kinda flinched when I squeezed his cock but didn't pull away. 'Take your shirt off."

He hesitated for a second or two and then unbuttoned shirt and took it off. Taking it out of his hand I put it on the coffee table. When I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt Chuck let me pull it up over his head and off.

It was the moment of truth. Getting to my knees in front of him, I reached for his belt buckle. Chuck sorta held his breath but he didn't pull away. He just watched as I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it and then unsnapped and unzipped his pants. Without being asked he raised his hips to help me. I could tell by the look on his face that he couldn't believe it as he let me pulled them down.

His eyes looked like a dear caught in headlights as he reached down and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jockey shorts and gently started to slip then off too. As they slipped past his hips, Chuck let them fall in a heap with his pants around his ankles.

He could tell I wanted me to lift his feet so I could pull them off. I took them off me one leg at a time, letting his Nikes slip off as I did so.

Chuck was now completely naked in front of me. The realization made him shiver for a moment and I think he even felt dizzy for a second.

That's when I saw that he wasn't circumcised. I pulled back the fore skin and started fondling and slowly jacking him off.

I started sucking the head, slowly running out tongue around the tip. Nice and slow I licked up and down the shaft before slowly fit the whole thing in my mouth and letting the head hit the back of the throat. By then it was wet enough to start using a hand, running it up and down his shaft with my mouth. After I got a little twist action in there I came up to gauge Chuck's reaction. With a little, "uuuugh," he put his hand on the back of my head and said, "Damn your mouth is so warm," as he pushed me down on his dick.

Encouraged by the compliment, I focused on the head some more with my mouth to keep it nice and wet while I worked the rest of his dick with my hand.

Looked up at Chuck while flicking the head with my tongue to make sure he was enjoying it. I gave him a little smile when I saw him watching me.

I'd been sucking for about 5 or so minutes when he started getting aggressive. I was shocked because he acted so timid that I didn't expect that from him but I love it. He started fucking my mouth saying things like, "You like my dick don't you faggot?" and, "Oh yeah suck harder."

I was loved it. After another 10 minutes I started slowly sucking and licking the head of his dick. Chuck was close to cumming and his pre-cum taste was getting stronger. Then I started bobbing up and down, sucking and stroking his dick faster and faster. Then I tasted the warm salty cum as Chuck's body started to jerk. I kept on sucking until he couldn't take anymore.

Then I cleaned him up with my tongue.

After a little small talk, during which Chuck apologized for calling me a faggot and getting so rough. "You see what with my wife being sick and all before she died I haven't had sex for four years. And I guess I just got excited."

"Does that mean that you liked it," I asked smugly.

"God yes. In our whole marriage Maggie only tried to suck me two or three times. She did such a dismal job that we gave it up. No disrespect to her memory but your mouth was better than her pussy," Chuck said shamefully.

"I hope that means that you want me to suck it again sometime?"

"If you will," Chuck stammered hopefully.

"My company's going to start sending me about once a month. I try to get here by noon Friday but don't have to work until Monday. Surely we'll be able to working a blowjob or two in there somewhere. Give me your email address so I can let you know when I'm coming."

Then Chuck got dressed. I walked him...

To be continued...

 

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