He was close now, I could tell. His cock seemed to expand in my mouth. I knew it was going to be a big one, since I’d been sucking him for almost an hour. He moaned loudly, pushed his pelvis into my face and held my head in his hands. The first shot hit the roof of my mouth with force. Shot after shot of his creamy seed filled my mouth as his cock pulsated against my tongue. I held him in my mouth until his spasms ebbed away. I swallowed his sperm and slowly let his, now limp, cock slide from my mouth. The smile on his face was my satisfaction. It made me feel good to please this man in a most personal way.
He wasn’t my first by any means, and I hope not my last. I’m in my seventies now and I have pleased many men through the years. Am I gay? I don’t think so. I’ve been married for 35 years and my wife and I have had a wonderful sex life. Her sex drive has diminished considerably of late, but we still have great sex, just not too often. I guess I’m bi-sexual because I also love making love to a woman. I love their softness. Their silky skin responds to my tongue. She loves it when I eat her. She says no one has a mouth like mine.
My taking care of men is sort of a roll reversal. When I was in my twenties and single I worked in the research and development department of a very large company. One day I was standing and looking at a chart I had made that I had pinned to the wall. As I was studying the chart the building janitor came up and stood beside me. He asked what I was doing and seemed interested in my work. We were alone in the building. It was night and I was doing some after hour’s research. As I explained my work to him he put his hand on my crotch and held it there, I suppose, to see how I would react. Thinking back, I suppose the normal thing for me to do was back off and break off our conversation, but for some reason I didn’t. Up to that time I hadn’t had a thought about sex with another man. I had been to bed with a few women and was enjoying my heterosexuality. This man was in his seventies, married with grown children.
I just stood there, which was his encouragement. He began to grope and feel my crotch. He continued this until it was evident that he had aroused me enough to cause my cock to get hard. Then, he abruptly let go of my genitals and walked away. I turned and looked at him. He was standing at the men’s room door and smiling. He gestured with his head that I should join him. When I walked into the men’s room he was in a stall, sitting on the toilet seat. I walked up to him. He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. My trousers fell to the floor. He inserted his thumbs into my skivvies and slid them down to my ankles. He reached around and held my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled me toward his face. I was stone hard. Looking up at me, he smiled. Then he took out his teeth (uppers and lowers) and put them on the back of the toilet. A toothless smile and then he squeezed my ass and pulled me into his mouth. I was in heaven! It was like a warm, wet cunt with the added attraction of a probing tongue. He pulled my 7 inches deep into his throat. I almost shot my load then and there. But, then he backed off a little and sucked me slowly. It was wonderful. He manipulated my throbbing cock with his wonderful mouth and exciting tongue for about another ten minutes. I moaned when I felt my orgasm coming. Hearing me moan, he gripped my ass cheeks tighter and sucked harder making a “mmmmm” noise on my cock. As I shot my load into his mouth he continued sucking and making that “mmmmm” sound. Several loads of my cum emptied into his eager mouth as I began to relax. He sucked me clean and swallowed every drop. When I backed away he put his teeth back in his mouth and grinned at me.
“How was it,” he asked?
“That was wonderful,” I said.
“You can have that any time you want, you know,” he said.
“I must have died and gone to orgasm heaven,” I laughed.
“My name is George,” he told me. “I love to suck cock and yours is very delicious.”
I felt really odd. Was I gay now? Somehow I felt guilty, like I did something really naughty.
“Of course,” he continued, “we have to be careful. We don’t want to get fired. I’ll see you again tomorrow night if you’re working.”
He got up as I was adjusting my shirt into my trousers. No more words were said between us. He left and I went back to my work.
The next night, sure enough, he was there again. We went back into the men’s room and he sucked me off again. Every night that week I received a super blow job. I was looking forward to them. I was worried that he might want some reciprocation, but he never made a move that way.
