It all started with an ad on Craigslist.
I had always been a cock sucker, enjoying giving men pleasure with my mouth, lips, and tongue. The taste of cum became like an aphrodisiac to me; swallowing another man’s semen was an act of submission that created a deep sense of well-being. I would look for men on gay hookup sites, offer my services, and meet them in cars, their homes, apartments, or remote, out-of-the-way places. I didn’t need reciprocal arrangements, I was simply a cock sucker. Whenever possible, I enjoyed being naked while sucking cock, whether on my knees or with my head hanging over the edge of a bed. I seldom got an erection while sucking, although my flaccid cock would leak pre-cum during the act. I was often told that my technique felt like worship.
After receiving a tasty load of sperm, I would head home. The first thing I did upon arriving, with the lingering taste of another man’s semen still in my mouth, was sit down and jack off. I would collect my sperm in my hand and slowly lick it up, savoring the taste. Sometimes my wife (yes, I was married) would be home or arrive shortly after. I would kiss her, offer my tongue, and watch for that odd look that always followed.
I was getting older, in my late 50s, when I discovered Craigslist. That opened up a whole new venue for finding men who needed a warm mouth to deposit their cum into. One of the first things I noticed, at least in my area, was the number of elderly men looking for a blow job. Many stated that their wives were no longer interested in sex or cited some other reason.
I started posting ads exclusively for older men, those older than me, who needed to get off and wanted a blow job from an experienced cock sucker. This began my journey of providing oral pleasure to older men: some married, some single, some widowed, some gay, some just plain horny. I preferred men 70 and older, although I would make exceptions down to age 65, which was five years older than me at the time.
These experiences varied widely. Many men would not watch and would show me out immediately after they ejaculated in my mouth. Others were very appreciative and asked me to come back; some became regulars, usually on a weekly schedule during my lunch hour from work or right after I got off.
A few even had me over while their wives were busy in another room of the house. There was one old guy whose wife always watched—she would play with herself while I sucked off her husband. They became a regular “customer.”
The cocks of these older men varied: small (3 to 4 inches when semi-hard), with the majority never getting really hard. Some were somewhat bigger and got stiff; I enjoyed those more, as they also seemed to produce more intense orgasms. The amount of semen they ejaculated ranged from just a dribble to mouthfuls. I didn’t care—my pleasure came from giving them pleasure.
My most recent ad was answered by a man named Gene. He was 78 and lived alone in his condo. On our first meeting, Gene was very talkative, so we chatted for about an hour before I dropped to my knees, undid his belt, and lowered his slacks. Gene wore boxers, and from my initial glance, he had a large cock tucked away inside them. I slowly lowered his boxers to unveil a gorgeous cock, 6 to 7 inches long and still not fully hard, with shaved balls, which I appreciated. I love to worship a lovely set of loosely hanging balls: taking them into my mouth, lightly sucking, and running my tongue all over them, a true tongue bath.
As I bathed Gene’s balls and lightly stroked his cock, it grew longer and thicker. I was amazed that a small, skinny man like Gene could have such a massive cock. Holding his balls in my hand, I licked up and down and all around the shaft. When I finally slid him into my mouth, a loud groan from Gene signaled my horny mouth to slide down as far as I could go. Up and down I went, trying to get his fat, long cock into my throat.
Once it was slick enough, I pushed forward; Gene’s cock slid down my throat, glug, glug, glug, until I needed a breath. I took a deep breath and went back down as far as I could. Gene kept saying, “Oh my God, oh my God, don’t stop.” When he said, “I’m going to cum,” I didn’t want him to ejaculate in my throat, no, I wanted to taste his sperm.
I backed off and worked on his glans, lashing it with my tongue. With a mighty roar, Gene’s body stiffened; he started to shake, yelled “Oh fuck,” and orgasmed. It was like a fountain pumping cum into my mouth. I swallowed frantically, afraid I might drown. Some leaked out around his cock and onto my chin. I didn’t let go, he was in my mouth, and I wanted it all.
After a minute or two, he settled down, his breathing returning to normal. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Thank you, that was mind-blowing.” As I got up to leave, he asked me to stay and talk. He began telling me about his partner, who had passed away a few years earlier, how they used to have sex two or three times a week, and how much he missed it. He asked if I would be interested in sucking him again. Of course, I said yes.
Gene asked me to take my clothes off this time, he wanted to see my body, my cock, my bottom. As soon as I was naked, he pulled me down on top of him and started kissing me, rubbing my bottom. Gene told me how he missed the feel of a man.
My cock got hard (I’m no small-dicked guy; I have a respectable 6 to 7 inches, fairly thick, about 6 inches in circumference). My hard-on ground into Gene’s; I was getting turned on, grinding back against him. Suddenly, he flipped me over and spun around, engulfing my cock in one motion.
He started massaging my balls and rubbing my bottom. Gene spread my cheeks, dribbled spit down my ass crack, and began rubbing my opening. Slowly he opened me up, more spit, more rubbing, until his finger slid inside. He tapped rhythmically on my prostate. I could feel my orgasm rising, intense. With a loud moan, I came; Gene took it all in his mouth. As my cock softened, he slid up and kissed me with his cum-filled mouth, sharing my orgasm with me.
His finger was still inside me. Gene asked, “Have you ever been fucked?”
I answered, “Yes, but it’s been a few years, and never with a cock your size.” Gene promised to go slow and stop if it was too painful.
After a little more conversation, I asked, “How do you want me?”
He replied, “On your hands and knees.” Gene told me how perfect my bottom was, “beautiful” was his word for it. My opening looked so pink and tight. All of a sudden, I felt his wet, warm tongue lapping and prodding my hole. Gene was making love to my bottom with his lips and tongue, pausing between licks to tell me how he couldn’t wait to be inside me.
I’ve never had my ass eaten like that, he was literally making love to my asshole, French-kissing it, working a finger in alongside his tongue. Then I felt the drip, drip of warm lube running down my crack, followed by the blunt end of his cock pressing against my hole.
I pushed out, knowing it would make penetration easier. Gene slid in, just his fat cock head. The feeling of being opened ran through my body. He slipped in another inch and asked if I was okay. I was loving it. In farther he went until I felt him up against my butt cheeks. Gene said proudly, “You have every inch of me inside you, Dick.”
Now the fucking began, slow and deep, then fast and shallow, with constant contact to my prostate. My flaccid cock dripped a steady stream of pre-cum. Gene pushed me down onto my stomach, took a few deep strokes, then rolled us over into a spoon position and continued to fuck me.
His breathing came in short, raspy bursts. He said he was almost there: “Cum with me.” He grabbed my cock and started stroking. I could feel an orgasm building and building. Gene said loudly, “I’m going to cum.” All of a sudden, my cock exploded, shooting cum everywhere. My hole clamped down on his cock; I could feel the contractions, the heat from his cum.
As we both came down from that orgasmic high, Gene was still inside me, though softening. My muscles lightly milked him. Finally, he slid out; I could feel his cum dripping from my gaping hole. As we talked about how awesome it had been, I realized it was getting late and I needed to get home.
I got up, used the bathroom, got dressed, and we planned the next time I could stop by. The weekend was only two days away. Gene asked me to come spend all day Saturday with him. Of course, I agreed.
