Chapter 5: The thirst grows
I woke late on Monday morning and was looking forward to getting settled into my new life. I had an appointment at the office to sign my work contract, but my first official day wasn't until the beginning of the month; I had a couple of weeks to relax, get my bearings and start to meet some new people. I rolled around in bed, trying to find the energy to get up and have breakfast..or lunch rather since it was already after midnight. My hole was tender. I reached down to gently massage my ass-lips and squeezed as I thought about the fucking I had taken that night. I felt slutty and used, but as Dou had been so kind between and after, I wasn't feeling ashamed at all about what I had done. Then I thought back to the random men I had also sucked off in the woods, "NO MORE!" I promised myself, trying to convince my mind that it was a reaction to being alone in a new town, and just something I'd needed to get out of my system.
By 4pm, I had already been to the gym, signed my job contract and briefly met my new colleagues. The sun was shining and I found myself walking down a long boulevard leading out to a large square; Place de la République. I decided to make the most of the weather and grab a coffee on a terrace while I decided how to spend the rest of my afternoon. Inevitably, I ended up opening up Grindr and scrolled through the seemingly endless profiles of hot guys. I sent a few flames, but still not having a picture up, I wasn't holding out much hope of a reply. Then one particular profile caught my eye: "Suck n Go?". I clicked on right away, intrigued.
He was close, and although his picture was a little obscure; I could make out a reasonably attractive man of 39 years of age. "Hey," I messaged, "How are you?". Immediately, I felt my phone vibrate and a reply had already come in: "Face? You free now to suck?" - typical Grindr message I thought to myself. I felt safe sending my picture, as no one was likely to know me here, "yeah, horny and ready," I replied, wondering to myself whether I would actually go through with this in the middle of the day. His reply shot back almost immediately, I knew it must be a message he has saved and sends out to any bites he gets:
"Come now, I'll be waiting on my couch with my cock out, jerking off. Close the door when you enter, then come and kneel between my legs. You will suck me SLOWLY and gently, until I come in your mouth, and of course you will swallow ALL of it."
There was a war going on in my head - my reasoned self wanted to say, "No way!" but I could hear a voice telling me I had to go, that he needed his cock sucked and that I would have to be that cocksucker. Still I hesitated. I drank down my coffee and felt those familiar nerves raising. Then the phone buzzed again...his cock pic. I looked carefully at the photo and knew right away I couldn't refuse. It was a long thick white cock, with a beautiful pink head sent on a large pair of hairless balls. The blond pubes had been trimmed right back and there was pre-cum dripping out of the hole. "OK - send address", I typed and threw down a couple of euros to cover my coffee.
Within 10 minutes, I was crouching down in between the man's thighs. "I'm Pete," I said gently, but I didn't care. His cock was laid out before me like a feat ready to be devoured. "Go slowly...I'm sensitive," he said to me. He had a collection of poppers bottles beside him, and picked one up to inhale as I lifted his meat to take it into my mouth. "Gently, gently," he insisted again. I slowed down even more, until I was really taking his cock millimeter by millimeter in and out of my mouth.He was hard, and his cock had swelled to be large and more than enough to fill my mouth. I attempted to take him into my throat, but the tightness of my tonsils was too intense for his sensitive cock and I contented myself to be able to savour the fullness of his manhood as it ever so gently slid in and out of my mouth. He was taking hit after hit of the poppers and moaning loudly. I could taste that his balls were heavy producers of pre-cum, as the wet slippiness filled the back of my mouth. This slow dance went on for over 20 minutes. Finally, I drew back and asked if I too could take a hit on the poppers.
He handed me one of the bottles, which I opened and inhaled, "I'm getting close," he said, "I want you to swallow and don't stop until I say." I lifted his cock back into my mouth, "Fine by me!" I thought to myself as I got back into the gentle rhythm of slowly drawing Pete's spunk out of his heavy balls. The fullness of my mouth against his only 80% rigid cock felt wonderful and it shocked me when I sensed a flood of liquid in my mouth. It was warm and flowed easily to the back of my throat; I swallowed without hesitation expecting to be swiftly finished, but Pete moaned loudly, "Keep going!"
I continued the slow rhythmic rocking back and forth, as his cock spewed wave after wave of cum into my mouth. My mouth filled up with the warm thick liquid again and I swallowed down what seemed like an impossibly large mouthful, and still it spewed out. With each wave Pete moaned and groaned ever more intensely as I felt his thigh muscles and balls begin to tense up. I swallowed another mouthful, amazed that he seemed to never be finished. Finally he reached his hand to my head and held me still as the last few squirts shot out, without great force but with considerable volume into my mouth. He held himself inside me as he dick began to soften. I suckled on his cock and swallowed one final time.
I pulled myself off him and stood, swiped my hand across my mouth and felt more than satisfied. I had no more desire to make small talk with this man, and he seemed to feel the same way. I thanked him and turned to leave. "Thanks, just pull the door closed behind you," he said as I walked out the apartment. I took out my phone and turned on Grindr, and went back to his profile. I saved him to my favourites thinking how much I had enjoyed that copious cum-load. As I walked I could taste the cum on my breath and I decided to stop off in a shop and grab a chewing gum; it was early evening by now and I persuaded myself to pick up a beer as well for the walk, as it was such a nice evening.
During the whole thing, I realised I hadn't really gotten hard. I hadn't been focused on getting myself off or even touching myself. I knew I had immensely enjoyed the encounter, but it was a sexual enjoyment that came from another type of fulfilment; I had been motivated by the idea that I would get to swallow his cum at the end of it. When I took the hit on the poppers, the feeling of urgency to get him to ejaculate was what was in the forefront of my mind. The second I tasted that sweet nectar, I was satisfied, but only momentarily. As I walked with my beer, I took out my phone and checked Grindr again, wondering if any other man close-by needed relief, and whether I could get another shot of the sperm I was now longing for.
I was about a 30 minute walk from my place, and as I strolled I stopped frequently to sit on a bench and check out the guys online and see if I had gone far enough for the grid to have changed. I would have been too worried about being recognised at home in London, but here the anonymity of a new city gave me the courage to be more daring than ever. I updated my username on my profile: "Cocksucker NOW" and continued walking, feeling safe that without a picture I still had some control over who I would contact. I ducked into a small corner store and picked up a fresh beer. When I came out to the street, I scanned again for a bench and saw a small green area further along, where I could sit and check my phone again.
BZZZZ, BZZZZ
Several messages came through when I clicked back to Grindr. A few saying "hi" or "hello", but one message caught my eye: "You swallow?". I clicked on and enjoyed the toned torso of his profile picture. "Yeah - free now," I replied. "You host?" he shot back. "No, just passing by" I wrote, "Got a dick pic?" He replied with a picture of his long, thin cut cock. "Wanna empty my balls in the basement?" he wrote. His cock wasn't massive, but not bad at all and he seemed to be in good shape. The fact that he was looking for a cocksucker who would swallow sealed the deal for me.
We exchanged another few messages and he explained that when he buzzed me in, I would have to wait for him to come down and follow him into the basement. He insisted it would just be a 'suck and go' - "Perfect!" I thought to myself. In no time I was standing before his building, buzzing apartment 35. He let me in and I waited as he commanded. He appeared in no time, much more built even than in his photo, young but either bald or with a shaved head - it was too dark to tell. He led me into a cold and damp basement, he propped the door slightly ajar so there was some light - enough to see that I could kneel down in front of him. There were no pleasantries; he pulled his dick out of his jogging bottoms and it swung around, rock hard. I leant forward and took him into my mouth.
He was frantic, going deep then pulling out; his thrusts were erratic, and we carried on like this for a while. Occasionally he would pull out and slap his hard cock around my face, but eventually I could tell from his moaning that he was getting close. He pulled and started jerking his cock in his hand. "Open wide," he ordered, "and look at me!" I did exactly as I was told, looking him right in the eyes with my mouth open in anticipation. His jerking was getting faster and he used his other hand to hold me in place by my jaw. He lined his bellend up just beside my mouth and with a heave, he shot his first thick jet which missed my mouth and covered my nose and cheek. Three or four subsequent jets were on target, straight into my waiting mouth. I tasted his salty load on my tongue and was pleased to get my reward. When he finished shooting he rubbed his slimy dick around my nose and cheek, using he dick to collect the cum that had splashed on my face and rubbing it down into my mouth so that none went to waste. He obviously found it extremely hot seeing a man consume his nut and I was very happy to oblige.
When he was finished, I stood up and followed him back to the ground floor, he gestured to the exit and without a word disappeared down the hallway. I exited into the street and felt a deep satisfaction; the night air was fresh and I had dried cum on my face. I wanted another beer, but even more than that I wanted to swallow another cum load. I continued meandering down the street, not forgetting to save the guy's profile to my favourites for another time. I hoped I would have another bite before reaching home. I was feeling slightly tipsy and started to gain a bit of Dutch courage. I took out my phone and called Charles...I had the image on his thick mushroom-headed cock imprinted on my mind and I loved how to use my throat as a pussy; no answer, so I sent a message asking if he was free - maybe by the time I got home, he would reply.
