Packing

The important thing is I know how to pack my pants. Ok, maybe the important thing is that I have something to pack, too. But what isn’t important is that my body isn’t gym tight or that I’m not cover boy pretty.

All to say, I don’t necessarily get much attention if they can’t see my crotch.

But I do get a lot of attention because I know how to pack what I have in my pants.

Sounds like I’m bragging, but I figure it’s just taking advantage of what nature gave me. Nature didn’t give me a rugged face or a great body. But I have a nine inch cock and there are men out there who find that to be enough.

What’s best is that I don’t even have to go to a gay bar or club to get what I want. The exciting part is finding hungry men in places where no one is exactly cruising, but are suddenly eager and willing to swallow what I have in my pants.

That’s what happened at this office building. What I was doing there is beside the point. What you need to know is that there was a waiting room. And I was sitting with my well-packed crotch in full display, legs spread wide. Across the room was a guy, a little older than me, white hair and beard, glasses. He wasn’t going to be on any magazine covers, either, but I caught him. He noticed me. He noticed my package. He tried to not stare but his gaze kept coming back to me. Made my cock swell a little, which didn’t hurt anything.

I was called for my appointment. I briefly made eye contact with the guy, casually adjusted myself, and went in for my appointment.

Mind you, if I’d gotten attention in that office, I would have forgotten all about mister white beard. Maybe you think I’m terrible, but that’s how I am. I forget everyone except who’s in the room. I was meeting with a woman, though, so nothing there to interest me in that way. I think she noticed my endowment, but I didn’t care. I focused on our business and left.

Luckily, mister white beard was still there and he was next. He looked me up and down as he got up to take my place in the office. I stood still as he approached. I whispered, “should I wait for you?” His eyebrows raised in surprised and quickly nodded.

So I sat down in a chair that faced the door that he would come out of and spread my legs again. And waited. There was no one else in the waiting room then so I casually patted my warm cock. I like to do that as part of my prep when it looks like I’m going to get some action. I even tweaked my nipples to make them stand out in my shirt. Just in case he was into that, too.

Soon enough, he came back into the waiting room. He seemed surprised and nervous to see me there. I usually like them to be more confident, but he what the hell. He was surprised, nervous, and definitely interested. Close enough.

I got up, hiked up my khakis to give a better outline of my cock and walked toward the stairwell. Not the elevator. If he followed me, that would be all I needed to know. It was late enough in the day and we were high enough in the building to assume we’d be uninterrupted.

The door closed behind me and I took one step up to the next floor. I wouldn’t put my dick at his eye level exactly, but close enough. I massaged my cock in anticipation. I wasn’t going to give him a lot of time, but I gave him enough. The door tentatively opened and he saw me there, cock outlined nicely for him. He gave a heavy sigh.

I stepped down to his level. I looked him in the eye but he didn’t hold the gaze. Fine. I reached for his hand and placed it on my hardening cock. “Do you have a deep throat?” I asked. He nodded. I stepped up three steps and turned to him. He came to me but before he could take a step, I pulled his face into my crotch. He put one foot up on the step I was standing on, to keep his balance, but he knew what to do now. He nuzzled into my package as I ground into his face. He groaned. I knew I had him then.

I unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled it out. He was ready. He took it in his mouth and sucked hungrily, but just past the head. It felt good, but it wasn’t deep enough.

“Can’t you take more?” I asked. He nodded with his mouth full. He began to work down my cock. “That’s it,” I said. “But there’s more to take.”

I was fully hard now, and I know it’s a lot to take so I let him take his time. He knew what he was doing. This wasn’t his first time. He bobbed on my dick and he took more each time. I moaned in encouragement.

I heard a zipper and realized he pulled out his own cock and was jerking as he fed on me. I curved my body to get a look. His legs spread like they were, one foot on a step, one on the landing, gave me a good look at what he was pulling on. Not bad. He should have been displaying better in his own pants, but I’m not in charge of that.

I was in charge of his throat. I felt he was taking me all the way down, his beard on my balls.

“I think we’re alone here,” I said, “but we shouldn’t take all day.” I put my hands on his head and began fucking is face. Slow, easy, testing. He was good. There was only a hint of a gag reflex and no resistance to my taking control.

“Good man,” I said.

He groaned on my cock as he whacked on his cock. I liked the vibrations of his groaning on my hard hard cock and I said, “that’s right, groan on it, man. That feels great.”

So he kept groaning, making noise on my cock as I pushed in and out of his throat. He took it like a champ. I was so turned on now and my hips started to take over, beyond my control. I was getting less gentle. He didn’t resist.

“That’s amazing. Not many can take it like that.” I had both hands on his head, thrusting in earnest now. He grunted and moaned and let me use his face. I wasn’t lying. It was amazing.

Suddenly he trembled and I took a look. Yeah, he was shooting all over the floor. He even got a little on my shoe. I love seeing a guy spoog and that pushed me over the edge.

“Here you go, man, have a mouth through of my cum.” Done with his own cock, he grabbed both of my ass cheeks and pushed his nose into my pubes. I felt him swallowing as I convulsed in my own ejaculation. “Yeah, man, that’s it. You hot fucker.”

He kept his face pushed into my crotch. He beard felt great against my balls, his hot breath through his nose in my pubes. I let go of his head but he let me go soft in his throat. He moved his head back and forth. I think he sensed how much I liked his beard on my balls.

We heard a door open a couple of floors below us. That brought us back to reality. The footsteps were going down, so we weren’t in danger of being discovered, but he finally let go of my dick, let it flop out. He watched me as I tucked it away, packed it so it was visible in my khakis. A little of his spit soaked through but not a lot, not enough to look like I pissed myself. He reached out and traced my cock with his fingers.

Then he zipped up. He took the toe of his shoe and spread his cum around on the floor, so it wasn’t obvious what it was anymore. And it would dry out faster, I guess. He zipped up and stepped back through the door we came from. I started walking down the staircase. The walk down would give my pants time to lose the wet spot before I entered the fading sunlight.

That was an example of why I pack my cock to be visible. You never know when or where you might find someone like this hungry santa, ready to step into a stairwell and get face fucked.