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When I first touched the tip with the tip of my tongue, I was surprised to taste nothing, smell nothing, and feel nothing exciting by touching a cock with my tongue for the first time. I was at an adult sex shop on Thirty-eighth Street in NYC. I was in the back, in a labyrinth of booths and a large auditorium with couches, a bed, and what looked like a bunch of old oak church pews in seemingly random positions.
The pews appeared safe and clean, so I sat down as far from the entrance as possible in the middle of a pew. I spread my arms along the backrest of the pew and felt something wet and sticky along my bicep. I jerked my arm up and away, realized it was too late, and laid my arm back down in the sticky goo. It was sticky all along that one arm and onto the palm of my hand.
I brought my hand close to my nose and knew I was smelling come, sperm, ejaculate, or whatever you call it, and I saw I had a big glob at my wrist.
I watched a man enter the room, unzip his pants, and extract a dark brown cock that looked to be about the size of mine.
My erection was iron-hard now. While focused on watching the brown cock, and without thinking, my arm curled to my mouth, and I noisily licked my wrist clean. Then, realizing what I’d done, I instantly decided, ‘to hell with it.’
My thumbs in the sides of the elastic waistband pulled my shorts past my knees. I bent, pulling myself over forward until I was able to suck on the end of my cock.
Being sexually aroused this way has been profitable. My six children are all journeymen and journeywomen in their respective occupations: a plumber, a carpenter, a draftsman, an electrician, and a sex counselor. They are all happy, well-adjusted, and have families except one.
The teacher. She is a loner, angry, and boring. All of them, including the five spouses, are nice people except one.
The teacher. She has been charged with having sex with a high school senior. Her union protected her, even though she was at the house the night of the judge’s ruling and said, “A judge and an attorney trapped in one lawsuit. Perfect.”
However, I like to donate to the old neighborhood so that others can enjoy the same pleasures in their lives as I have.
This thirty-eighth street adult theater, book, and toy store was once a blowjob stop. A lady from France had emigrated after World War Two and opened a whore house which the Police closed.
Next, she opened a venture that was a blow job concession. She called bursa escort the business “B. J’s” and was in business for forty years. Her ‘big’ to the mafia had totaled over a million dollars. She got even because she kept a ledger of who and how much she paid over the years. When she finally closed, the ledger was delivered to the DA the next day. She is in a witness protection program out of New Jersey. She is about eighty and can tell many tales of her life.
(Look for a tale called BJs to be posted here.)
The business B, J’s was successful because it employed women anonymously and tax-free. A couple of women worked there over thirty of her forty years in business–a tale for another time.
In the three minutes, I had my cock in my mouth, about ten men had come into the auditorium and over to the bench in front of me.
It was a variety of men and a variety of cocks being displayed nearly in my face as I rose to catch a breath.
One big black guy was jerking slowly and watching me. He asked me, “Can I pay you to teach me what I need to do to bend over enough to get my eight inches in my mouth.”
I was still hard and said, “Shuck your pants and shirt. Sit down and pinch your legs together.” I watched his big cock and said, “I will teach you if you let me learn how to suck a cock by sucking yours?”
“A deal. A deal anyway, it turns out, okay?”
“Sure.”
He sat bare ass with his knees tight together, and his balls squeezed above his thighs. His cock looked like it was a foot long, and as he squeezed his thighs, precome started flowing in tiny slimy puffs from his slit. The tip of his cock was hard enough to bounce a quarter off.
I did the same routine again, and then I hyperventilated for six or seven breaths and ended with a fast fall and collapsed forward, grabbing a brace underneath the bench, wrenching my torso down on my diaphragm and my mouth over the tip plus a few inches of my cock.
At that point, I have no air in my lungs, and I am sucking and nodding my head up and down on my hard cock. I suck until I taste precome. I then unfold and breathe deeply for about three minutes, all the while stroking myself to keep myself hard and aroused. I do a few final deep breaths, wink at the tall black man, and gobble myself to my pubic hair. I knew this would be a big load, as much work as it had taken to get my nuts boiling.
I slid back so that my mouth was not touching my cock. I shot a full blast into my mouth. I closed and dropped back down to capture all bursa otele gelen escort the come as I smiled. My wife cannot suck me that good. I am the best cock sucker I have ever had.
I am not as hard as before, but each slide up and down adds to my excitement. This time is only the fourteenth time I have sucked myself off more than twice. I do it twice, almost every time. My record is six times in four hours.
I come up for air and have precome collected in my mouth. I dribble it into my palm and offer it to the men around us. A lady at the back spoke up, “Can I have that mister?”
“Come get it, Mam.”
When I was in high school as a freshman, I read that a human couldn’t suck themselves to orgasm because they couldn’t’ fold up like that without passing out, so I figured it out.
I have done this demonstration and instructions a few other times. Once a couple of years ago, when I was eighteen, I sucked myself for as long as I could while I knew my mother was peeking through a crack in the curtain. My favorite time was when my three sisters-in-law visited, and I acted like I didn’t know they were home. I was on the pool deck in my Speedo, and when I knew they were going to be passing the window, I rolled over and proceeded to suck myself off in about forty seconds.
I could hear them moaning and shushing each other. I purposefully didn’t acknowledge them and knew it would get back to me, but I was surprised how.
The black man beside me was not as flexible as I was. My attempts to keep myself fit always result in me attempting to reach my cock enough to suck on it. I am NOT an exercise advocate, but I sure do advocate sucking myself off, so I try to keep my midsection fit but not muscular. I am slightly built, meaning no abs, and I find that makes it easier to learn how.
I am five-eight, weigh one-eighty, and have a slim torso.
So, the theater was now almost crowded. The management had turned the lights up, decided we were within their rules, and disappeared, leaving the lights only slightly down from full-on.
I watched the black man struggle and had a small paunchy gut sit on the other side of me, saying, “I will rim your ass if you teach me how to do that?”
I hadn’t finished explaining when he collapsed onto his diaphragm; he almost seemed to have melted, had his cock easily in his mouth, and was stroking himself by nodding his head.
The ‘wo/man’ had come to the front of those standing and appeared so masculine that I assumed she was a he. When she said, “Look at him go, will ya?” with a higher-pitched voice, there was no doubt he was a she.
From somewhere in the crowd, a deep voice said, “I’d like to suck them all in a row, one, two, three, yum-yum.”
Another voice, much younger, said, “I’m first! Since I alerted everyone. I should be rewarded. You all might have missed this. Look at that slimy mess.”
The overweight guy had pulled up to breathe. His mouth was full of mucus and saliva smearing all over his shirt and crotch. He breathed heavily and said, “I cannot finish the job. Who will help a guy out here?”
I was first, but only because I was sitting beside him. I had my hand around his five- or six-inch chub. I stroked him five or six pumps, and then I had the tip of his cock on the tip of my tongue. No smell or taste, but touching another man’s cock for the first time elevated my arousal beyond belief.
I could barely get its girth through my stretched-open mouth and was about to give up when he said, “Use yer fuckin’ teeth on the thang. It won’t matter. And, laddie, I will love the pain. Bite me and chew me, and you will get me in there where I can oil your tonsils, and your teeth can scratch my itch good.”
I was, at first, offended by his dialog. But when I did scrape my teeth against the top and bottom of his cock, he then slid in and out as the foreskin slipped up and down under my teeth. My cock was getting harder. The black guy had given up on autofellating and now had a hand on my cock.
He was sucking the nipples at the bottom end of torpedo-shaped tits on the mannish-looking woman while she was fingering her black-hair encapsulated vagina noisily ranting about ‘Finger Fucking Felicity,’ to the tune of “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” with some not so sensible lyrics.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck my cunt,”
“As hard as you can do it.”
“Eat it, fuck it, finger it, taste it,”
“Then do it all again.”
The sheepish, effeminate guy was pawing at himself so vigorously that he was flinging slime all over everyone else. As soon as the group became aware that he was stroking and flinging come, they grabbed him, stripped his pants to his waist, bent him over the back of a pew bench, and the biggest, fattest naked body I had ever seen proceeded to munch on the guy’s ass hole. Another guy slid onto the cock hanging there before anyone else could get there.
At that point, the black guy said, “The fucking camera up there just turned on.”
Instantly, it was only the black guy and I in the room. He said, “Nick here, what do you like to be called?”
“Quail is my preferred handle on the CB in my truck,” I replied.
“Quail is a name I have not heard before; how did you get that name?”
“It is a nickname.”
“My given name is Bob White.”
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