Some guys are just born to worship fat dicks. After my 4 year college run, bobbing on that glorious fat knob, I had a few years with only occasional dick sucking (those incredible stories for another day). For a true cock sucker this just wasn't acceptable. I needed a girthy pipe to suck - on the regular and, I was looking for it.
I moved to CA after school and had a good tech gig at a pretty big startup. I didn't think I'd find worthy braciole on the job but that changed when Damien was hired. He's an A type with a good personality, sense of humor and a no bullshit style. Olive skin tone, handsome, 6'4"ish, broad and a little older. I'd say he's about 41. He's a cyclist so has some big, strong, beefy legs. I ride too so chatted him up about his routes and riding group and we started to have lunch on the regular with a group of tech employees. Turns out he's been married since his late 20's and has no kids. Of course I wondered what this big man was packing but took him as 100% straight.
A bunch of lunches, a few rides and I managed to get him alone at a Friday happy hour. Went for as many tequila shots as I could and when he asked me about my GF, I took the opportunity to get dirty fast. I told him she was a little annoying at times but gave amazing head so I was hooked. He laughed and to my surprise was just as candid. Told me his wife is amazing in every way and he loves the sex but he basically doesn't get head. What?, I said incredulously. He explained...well, let's just say she can't accommodate me so we pretty much just gave up on it. I guess I couldn't hide my excitement because he jokingly said: don't get so upset it's not your dick that's not getting sucked; we both had a good laugh. I quickly ordered another round after which I told him he had to try 1 last shot of some special mescal I had at my place; I was just around the corner, we'd have one more and then sober up before calling it a night. He followed me out of the bar.
