"Yeah, how about fixing us something to eat Jon," said Mr. Wolfe as he withdrew his heavy flaccid cock from my mouth and plopped himself down to lean against the headboard.
"Yes sir. I'll see what I can do," I replied as I sat up and eased myself off the bed. I was still amazed that this man in his mid-50's was planning on giving me another load. He had dumped one into me earlier in the afternoon and then fed me another two in a row just now.
"Where's the remote for that TV?" he asked as he pointed to the small TV I had sitting on the dresser in my room. I grabbed the remote sitting on the night table and passed it to him. He switched it on and pulled the sheets up to his waist as he started flipping thru channels.
I pulled off my sticky soiled underwear and cum-stained shirt and threw them into my laundry hamper in my closet. I pulled on a clean pair of loose boxers and an old comfortable t-shirt and headed to the kitchen. I took a look in my fridge and found some leftover spaghetti with meat sauce in a Tupperware container. I had made it on Thursday figuring I'd have some for another meal over the weekend with enough for a lunch either Monday or Tuesday. Well, Frank made sure I was well fed over the weekend and I guess I could take a sandwich tomorrow. I put it into a pot and got it heating up on the stove.
My throat felt raw and sore from the ravaging Mr. Wolfe had just given it......on top of all the other times it had been used this weekend! I kept looking at my freezer and finally could resist no longer. I pulled out the ice-cube tray and popped one of Frank's yellow ice cubes into my mouth. I sucked on it slowly and felt the cool saltiness sooth my throat.
As the spaghetti was heating up, I got out some bread, butter and garlic and made up some garlic toast to go with our meal. I put the bottle of wine on the table with two glasses in case Mr. Wolfe wanted one but I also got out a beer from the back of the fridge. Although I don't drink beer too often myself, I like to have some in the house for visitors. I figured Mr. Wolfe for a beer-man for sure.
As the ice cube finally dissolved away and I tasted the last of Frank's cool piss, I filled our plates and got everything ready on the table. I walked back to the bedroom door and looked on quietly as Mr. Wolfe was looking away from me at the TV. His strong barrel chest and muscular shoulders were fantastically impressive for a man his age. He had his thick muscular arms thrown up behind his head as he leaned against the headboard. I could see the definition of his relaxed biceps and the flow of his muscles from his arms to his shoulders. His hairy chest of dark hair flecked with gray tapered to a fine line that ran down into the sheet about his waist. He had a full head of salt and pepper hair that he kept fairly short but suited him. His short stubble of beard just made him look even more manly.
I found myself leaning against the doorframe as I allowed my gaze to roam over his body. As I looked at the sheet draping over his impressive package, I let out a slight moan and he quickly looked over. I looked sheepish as he caught me staring at him.
He flicked off the TV and quietly slid out of bed and kept his eyes locked on me as he walked towards me. I dropped my eyes to the heavy cock hanging majestically in front of this magnificent stud. It swung slowly from side to side as he made his way towards me. He obviously noticed that my eyes never left his impressive manhood.
"You'll get to eat some more of that shortly, son." He put his two big hands firmly on my shoulders. "But I'm starving so lets see what you've got for us," he said as he turned me around and followed me towards the kitchen. Knowing the layout of all the apartments, he stopped by the linen closet in the hallway and reached in to grab a big towel. He cinched it around his waist and we continued into the kitchen.
"Hey, this looks good," he said as he sat down at the table and reached over to crack open the beer. I'd been right about that anyway. He took a slug of beer and then dug into his food.
"So Jon, I didn't see you around this weekend. What were you up to? Spending some time with that guy that brought you home earlier," he asked.
"Well sir.........ummmm....I kind of ran into him Friday night. And then....well....ummmm....ended up spending most of the weekend at his place," I answered sheepishly.
"C'mon cocksucker, give me the details," he said with an authoritative tone to his voice. As we continued to eat, I told him the whole story of the weekend; from licking Lori's juice off Frank's cock before his first load, to the visit to Claudia's store, Frank busting my cherry, Evan coming over, the shower fuck and ended telling him that Frank had given me a last load after Mr. Wolfe had seen me licking his big cock in the truck in front of the apartment building.
"So you've been quite the busy little cocksucker the last two days," he said as he sat back and took a slug of beer. Since I had been doing nearly all the talking over the last little while, I still had about half of my food left while he had just finished. I reached over to grab the bottle of wine to pour myself a drink.
"Whoa, whoa." He reached out and took the bottle from my hand. "You won't be needing that," he said as he set the bottle aside. "A little thirsty Jon?" he asked. I nodded as I looked at the wine bottle across the table.
"Remember those questions I was asking you earlier. Well, I think it's time to check out one of your answers," he said as he rose from his chair and stood beside me. He un-cinched the towel about his waist and set in on his chair. He reached out and took my wine glass and inserted the broad head of his cock into the glass. I watched as he held still for a second, let out a relaxing breath and then his piss started to flow into the glass! When the glass was only about a third full, I watched him pinch off his stream. He took a deep breath and a shudder seemed to run down his body.
"Here you go," he said as he passed me the glass. He wrapped the towel around himself again and sat back down in his chair.
"You can do that, Mr. Wolfe? Just stop your piss like that?" I asked with an incredulous look on my face.
"Yeah, I used to have a little cocksucker just like you a number of years ago. He loved to drink my piss too. It took a little practice but I learned how to use the muscles to control my flow. Go ahead, drink up." He watched intently as I brought the glass towards my mouth. I could feel the heat of his warm piss thru the glass. I held it beneath my nose and my nostrils flared wide open as I inhaled.
"Mmmmmm," a soft sigh escaped my lips as I drew in the strong acrid flavor. I swirled it around in the glass and let the warm heat drift into me. I put my lips to the edge of the glass and slowly tipped it up. I felt the first hot salty taste wash over my tongue. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned out loud as I tipped more into my mouth. I tipped the glass back away from my mouth and closed my lips as I let the first mouthful roll around my tongue. It tasted absolutely delicious as I could take my time and savor it rather than being over-run by piss as had happened previously. I brought the glass back to my mouth and tipped more into my eager mouth. I swallowed and swallowed as I chugged the remainder until the glass was empty.
