“Well, you sure know what to do with it… damn!” Joe yelped as my free hand reached down and grabbed his balls, rolling and squeezing them as I sucked.
Soon my mouth was hitting the hand that was holding his cock, so I let go of it and just let me mouth slide up and down the length of his tool. I couldn’t take it all in of course, but my forehead was touching his pubes with each glide down the bronze tube.
“Omigod!” Joe said as he looked down and admired my work. “Nobody’s ever deep throated me like that before! Hell, your moth…”
Joe stopped himself as he realized what he was about to say, but I could fill in the blanks, and I was reminded that my mom was likely in the same position I was in many times. Her hands would be pulling on Joe’s cock, and Joe would trying to get her to take more of him in her mouth just as he was imploring me, and the thought both revolted and excited me.
I began going down on him hard, my mouth swirling and my right fist pumping him once again. My left hand ran up and down his hairy leg, reaching back and grabbing his ass as he began breathing louder and heavier.
“Awwww! I’m gonna cum!” Joe groaned, and I felt his cock lurch as he blasted a load of cum down my throat.
I blocked the succeeding spurts with my tongue, allowing his seed to take a more leisurely path down, and I kept sucking and jerking him until I felt him get soft in my mouth, and soon he practically had to yank me off of him.
*
Chapter 7: Like sucking my thumb.
Joe helped me to my feet and eased me onto the bed before climbing in beside me. His wooly body felt comforting as I leaned against him, and after he rested for a moment he suddenly got up and left the room, leaving me confused for a second. He returned soon after with a bottle of liquor and a couple of tiny glasses.
“Need a little shot of courage if I’m gonna do this,” Joe said as he poured two drinks from the bottle and handed me one.
“Try this,” Joe said as he gently clinked his glass against mine. “Ever have Grand Marnier before?”
I told him I hadn’t, and while it burned going down it also tasted pretty good, and Joe filled my glass again the second it became empty. Out of the corner of my eye I happened to catch a glimpse of something that he had in his hand and had placed behind the bottle on the nightstand. A tube of a popular lubricant. I shuddered as I thought about what Joe had in mind, and was beginning to think that Joe wasn’t as naive about what we were doing as he let on.
“Okay, now is there anything I should do or not do?” Joe asked as he crouched alongside of me.
“Uh, no. Just do to me what you like having done to you,” I said. “And watch your teeth,” I added, although the size of my dick greatly reduced the chance of any contact such as that.
Joe reached down and took my limp dick between his thumb and index finger, giving it a little pull before bending over and putting me in his mouth. My cock stiffened immediately as Joe’s lips engulfed it, and he bobbed his head up and down a couple of times before raising his head up and smiling.
“Kinda like sucking a thumb,” Joe exclaimed as I cringed inside at the all too accurate description. “How am I doing?”
“Great,” I responded as Joe went back down on me.
Joe then proceeded to give me an incredible sucking. His tongue swirled and danced around my dick, he suckled my balls and even took my entire package in his mouth for a little while. As he did, I reached over and ran my hand over his furry back, slowly letting it slide down his ass cheeks and then between his legs.
Joe immediately knew where I was headed and swiveled his lower torso to allow me to reach his cock. I grabbed his dangling cock and milked the rubbery hose while he sucked my dick enthusiastically.
“Joe – gonna cum soon,” I finally said as the sensation became too strong to resist.
Joe said something that I couldn’t make out, mainly because I was still in his mouth, and slid his lips up and down my stem with even more enthusiasm than before. My groin tingled as I squirted my load into Joe’s mouth, and he eagerly took it and tried to drain me completely until I was limp.
“Well?” Joe asked after we caught our breath.
“Not bad for a first time,” I said with a smile, remembering my pitiful first effort at cocksucking, and knowing full well this was not the first cock that Joe’s mouth had met. Still, I was willing to play along if that was what he wanted.
“That wasn’t so bad. In fact not bad at all,” Joe said as he poured some more Grand Marnier for us.
It occured to me that Joe might be doing more that taking the edge off with the booze. I had a feeling that he was trying to get me drunk, and while it was certainly possible to do that, my college experiences had shown that I had a rather high tolerance for alcohol.
“I liked it when you started to pull on my cock while I was doing you,” Joe said. “Boy, if you had kept doing that I probably could have gotten hard again. Us old guys aren’t like you kids. You know, the way you came twice in such a short time?”
I nodded, not mentioning the load I popped off in the shower just before he came visiting. Getting hard was never a problem for me, and maybe that was a consolation prize for being cheated with the equipment.
“If you want, you can do it some more,” Joe suggested, pulling himself up higher on the bed, his flaccid cock hanging over his hip.
“Like this, you mean?” I asked as I took his limp cock in hand and began to pull on it slowly, stretching it out as I did.
“Yeah, that’s it. Feels so good. You seem to enjoy doing it too. You like my cock, Timmy?” Joe asked as I began to feel it stir in my hand.
“Well, yeah,” I said. “It’s so big and long and everything.”
“Glad you like it,” Joe said proudly. “Problem is, when you’ve got a big cock, sometimes girls won’t let you do all the stuff you want to do.”
“Really?” I asked, feeling his cock begin to stiffen as he spoke. “I wouldn’t know about that.”
“Yeah,” Joe sighed as he brought the glass to my lips and poured more of the liquor into me. “You okay? You aren’t drunk, are you?”
My arm had been cramping up from the weird position it was in, and my cock pulling was suffering for it. While I certainly had a buzz, I wasn’t drunk, but I played around a little, wanting to see what Joe would do.
“Guess maybe,” I slurred. “Room is kinda spinning.”
“Well just lay back here for a minute,” Joe said, pulling my hand off his cock after a little struggle.
“But I wanna play with your cock some more,” I protested.
“You will Timmy,” Joe said as he moved me onto my back. “I know you love it as much as I do, but just lay here for a little while. Close your eyes and relax.
I did as Joe asked, and as the Stones played Sympathy for the Devil in the background, Joe’s hands began gently rubbing my body. He gave my cock and balls a gentle massage before sliding up to my stomach and chest.
“That’s it,” Joe said. “Just relax.”
I felt my nipples being rubbed and pinched, and then as my left nipple was being fondled I felt hot breath on my right one, and then Joe’s mouth engulfed the nipple, biting and licking the stiff nub.