Loads

I don’t really like the word cocksucker, but here I am, in a stairwell, throating a huge dick for all I’m worth. A quickie, a fast, random encounter, the kind that makes me shy and a little embarrassed, but damn if I don’t love it.

He was great. Big as he was, he allowed me time to get use to his length before he really began thrusting. I never doubted I could take it, but it’s nice to work up to it.

I whacked off as I let him push into my throat. I can’t help it. My nose in some curlies makes me so hard and he seemed to enjoy that I was doing it. I came first, all over the stairs and landing, and that seemed to push him over his edge. Of course, I swallowed all he shot.

Then we were on our separate ways. It was late in the day, but I wanted to stop by the office. I was expecting some actual business emails that would need attention. There was also a coworker I hoped would still be there, needing attention.

He’s in his forties, divorced, says he bi. Slender otter of a guy, just starting to get a little grey at his temples and in the chest hairs. I know I’m not his only outlet but I know he likes what I can do with my mouth. Maybe he likes my Santa Clause looks, with my white hair and beard, but mostly he likes my mouth. It’s okay. I mostly like his fat cock. It’s not long, not at all like the stairwell guy, but so thick. Meaty is a word to describe it. Cut, with a gorgeous head on it.

We started playing shortly after he and his ex-wife separated. We were good colleagues, friendly. Then one day he steps into my office and closes the door, even though we were the only ones in the suite. He says, “I see you staring at my crotch all the time.” I was surprised by this, didn’t know what to say, but he wasn’t wrong. “Do you ever do anything else but stare?”

I’ve been swallowing his jizz ever since.

And even though I just had some, it was a Friday night and I would have any more of this guy’s—Rick is his name—I wasn’t going to have anymore of him for at least two days.

I parked my car and looked up to our floor. His office light was still on. My mouth and my dick both started to tingle.

I entered our suite and was disappointed to hear him talking to someone, not on the phone but in his office. Ok, fine. I called out, “Hey, Ricky, it’s just me, Bob.”

He stuck his head out of his office. “hey Bob. I wasn’t sure if you were coming back today.”

I just shrugged and said, “the emails never stop. I’ll be in my office for a bit.”

“Cool,” he said, and disappeared back into his office.

I went to my office and started answering emails when Rick appeared at my door. “Hey Bob. It’s okay if you say no, no pressure.” He came right over to my desk and leaned in close to me, talking low. “But I think this guy is hinting at something and you might like to be a part of it.” He patted his crotch as if I were too slow to pick up on what he was saying.

“Bring him in and introduce him,” I said. “I’ll let you know if I’m into it.”

I’m a mostly one-on-one kind of guy. Add a third and I feel like I don’t give anyone the attention I’d like to give. But for Rick…

“This is Stewart,” Rick said reappearing with his client. He was about my age, business dress, clean cut, not too handsome, not at all ugly, and maybe sporting a semi in his slacks. “Stewart, this is my colleague, Bob.”

“Hi, Stewart. Do you need more convincing to sign with our company?”

“Nope, not that at all,” Rick answered for him. “Papers all signed and legal.”

That made me feel a little better. I’m not saying I never blew a client to get him to sign, but I don’t like doing it. Ethics or something.

“Ah, good! Welcome aboard Stewart.”

Stewart stood there, making polite responses, not sure what was going on. I wasn’t either. I wasn’t going to make the first move—I seldom do, actually. IF this was going to happen, it was in Rick’s hands. I did find myself staring at Stewarts crotch, though. Rick knew me well.

“Stewart was just saying how completing a business deal always goes right to his dick and he had blue balls before he stepped in our building.” Rick laughed in an easy way he had. He was a jock, I guess this was locker room talk. It caught Stewart off guard for only a moment.

“Well, it’s true,” Stewart said. “I’ve been on the road all week and haven’t had time to so much as take care of myself, much less find someone to take care of me.”

“In my office, it sounded like you were aout to bust a nut right there on my desk!” Rick said and the two men laughed.

“Maybe I was,” Steward said chuckling.

“Bob here is kind of a expert blue balls therapist,” Rick said. “If you’re open to such things.”

Stewart looked at me, realizing what Rick was getting at. A slow grin came upon his face. “Are you saying Bob is appropriately named?”

Rick laughed a little harder than I thought that deserved, but I smiled politely. Me, I get quiet when I sense I’m about to get a new cock.

Rick walked around my desk. “Bob, you willing to show Steward your technique?”

Here we go, I thought, and reached out for Rick’s zipper. It was already bulging with his meat. I fished his prick out of this pants and went all the way down on it, first gulp.

“Fuuuuck” Steward said softly across the room. I glanced his way and he was grabbing his cock through his pants. I admit, it was hot and made me extra hungry. It’s been a long time since I’d had three different loads in one day, but this looked like it was going to be the day.

I pushed Rick out of my mouth, which was not something I ever did, but we had a guest. Without saying anything, I motioned Steward over to my chair. “Fuck,” he repeated, breathlessly. Soon, he was before me. I massaged his hardon in his pants. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer so I could press my nose alongside it, up and down. I love that feeling of hard cock against my face while still in the pants. Finally, I unbuckled him and pulled his pants down, freeing his cock. Like the rest of the man, it was neither spectacular nor disappointing, just a hard cock that I was eager to taste. I went slow with him, not like I’d just demonstrated with Rick. Stewart was uncut and I tried to work my tongue into his hood. He had one of those involuntary tremors that told me I was on the right track. With my lips, I pealed the hood back and just suckled on the head, my tongue playing with the slit. Slightly salty, which made my mouth water. I pressed forward and took it to the balls and held it there. This is maybe my favorite thing of all, feeling a cock pressing into my throat with my nose in some pubes my beard full of balls. I moved my head around so my beard tickled his balls. He lightly touched my hair, stroking it as I started to move up and down his dick. I heard another moan but it was Rick. He was standing behind me watching me work this strange new cock. I hoped he wouldn’t blow before I got him back into my mouth.

Stewart then started to test his own thrusting and I let him, gave him control of the situation. I don’t know what exactly the “tell” is, but I can sense when a guy is in deep need of release and is going to release quickly. Stewart had that sense about him. He was trying to control himself, to make it last, but very shortly he was thrusting harder and faster.

“that’s it, Stewart,” I heard Rick say behind me. ‘Let him have it. He’s going to swallow every drop, just you wait.”

That seemed to trigger Stewart and he grunted as he pulled on my head and pushed against my face, shooting his jizz right down my throat. I was in heaven, pulling on his ass cheeks to help him out.

“Fuuuuck,” Stewart said again. That seemed the extent of his sex talk, but whatever.

“Step back,” Rick said. “I bet if you can, Bob will let you go a second time, but meanwhile, I need my turn. I just smiled shyly at Stewart.

“Hang on,” I said and stood up. I have an L-shaped desk and the only thing I keep on the one side is an inbox, which I moved to the side with the computer. I sat on the desk and spun around so I was laying on it, my head off the edge. Rick, knowing the situation, handed me the pillow I kept on my chair and I placed it under my neck.

“Oh yeah,” Rick said softly. “My favorite.”

As Rick straddled my face and began his entry, I unbuttoned my shirt, in part because I knew Rick sometimes liked to play with my hairy chest and nipples as he face fucked me, in part because I was expecting to shoot my second load of the day on my belly, which is easier to clean up than on my shirt. As soon as he had access, Rick started pulling on my nips. I unbuckled and unzipped and started pulling my cock. As I said, I love to whack off while blowing.

“Fuck!” Stewart said again. I couldn’t see much while Rick was over my head like that, but I guessed he was standing right by us, watching the live porn show we were putting on.

I love balls bouncing on my beard and I love balls bouncing on my nose but both are secondary to loving cock sliding in and out of my throat. Rick was expertly giving me what I love, taking his time. He had more control than Stewart and I hoped Rick would take enough time for Stewart to recharge for a second go at my mouth. Stewart had some excellent big balls that I really wanted to feel against my nose.

None of us were talking much at this point, just grunts and moans and Stewart’s occasional, “Fuck.” I removed my hands from my own cock and balls and reached up to unbutton Rick’s shirt and play with his furry belly and tits. He was an excellent little otter and I was so lucky he liked fucking my face.

Suddenly, I felt Stewart on my cock. It isn’t often I have a mouth on my cock. Rick isn’t into it and most of my random encounters is all about me getting the jizz, so I wasn’t ready for it. I convulsed at the sensation. Stewart seemed almost as cock hungry as I was and he meant to have mine.

It was distracting, the sensation Stewart gave me. I was no longer able to play with Rick’s body anymore. I wasn’t able to do much of anything except get lost in the sensations both Rick and Stewart were giving me. Stewart would move from my cock to my balls, sucking  on my scrotum while stroking me, then eagerly pushing his face down with my pole all the way down his throat. I think I’m pretty good, but I thought Stewart might could teach me some things.

I reached out and found Stewart’s crotch and was delighted to find him rock hard again. The thought of him fucking my face again gave me a tremor that resulted in my ejaculating. Stewart practically squealed on my dick, sucking and swallowing like a pro. In short order I felt Rick tense up against my face, shooting his load straight down my own throat.

“Come one, Stewart,” Rick said. “You look ready for a second round.”

Stewart patted my belly and pulled a nipple as he came around to replace Rick. “Fuck yeah,” he said. Soon he was thrusting in my mouth for a second time. I reached out and found Rick’s cock and started pulling on it. I knew he would have a second round in him, too, and I was so worked up I was going to encourage him in any way I could. He was soon hard enough that I knew I’d get my wish.

Stewart was more in control now, going faster and slower, riding his waves to the edge and backing off. I couldn’t be happier.

Then Rick said, “Damn it, this is something I’ve wanted to feel for a while now.” He climbed up on my desk and straddled my body. I pushed Stewart back briefly to see what he was up to. “I’ve been wanting to fuck your hairy tits for the longest time,” he said, as he began rubbing his cock and balls in my fur. I grinned at him briefly and went back to work on Stewart.

“Oh yeah, this feels great,” Rick said as I felt him grinding against me. I have to say it did little for me but that was fine. I could concentrate on Stewart more. I reached up to play with Stewart’s tits. He was mostly smooth bodied, but his tits were obviously sensitive. I worked them carefully. I wasn’t ready for him to blow just yet.

Suddenly, Stewart pulled out of my mouth and said, “you take a turn,” obviously to Rick. I lifted my head and Raised up to place his cock at my lips. To keep his balance, he leaned on Stewart as he thrusted into my mouth. Stewart stood over me, watching, his cock pressing against my forehead. Rick pulled out and gave my throat back to Stewart, Rick returning to frotting my tits.

They took turns with me like this for some time. I just laid there like a sex toy, taking it, loving every thrust, savoring every drop of precum. Finally Stewart couldn’t hold bac anymore. He came and I swallowed as hungrily as I’ve ever swallowed a cum load Then he stepped back again, cradled my head for Rick as he gave his final thrusts into my throat.

The afterglow in that office was brighter than a supernova. Rick kindly massaged my neck and shoulders as Stewart put his pants back one. Stewart said he needed to get to the next town where he had a motel reservation and left quickly. Rick knew I wasn’t very talkative after sex so he dressed and left too, patting my face as he left. “You’re a champ,” he said.

I buttoned up and headed out west, to the suburbs where I lived. I swear I was radiating light and heat from the last few hours of sex. Five loads in my belly. Not a record but not bad for a grey-haired santa type.

I looked at my gas gauge. I was going to need gas and thought about a truck stop I was more than familiar with. I could fill up the car and maybe go for an even half dozen before the night was over.