During a lull of having an ongoing relationship with a man who would allow me to worship his cock, I went online to a chat room to try meeting someone interested in such a thing. It was the wild west days of sex chatrooms. Several browser sites offered unbridled chat rooms created by about anyone who had a subject. There were always several m4m chats. Often times they would be specific to a city or region. I always looked for Denver chats and they were frequently in play.
Of course chats in those days had little monitoring and if you met someone you were interested in talking to alone, there were private chats.
One day when I was looking for a replacement for my lost long term relationship, I got into a busy Denver chat and started reading profiles waiting to see if someone would IM me. Several guys did IM but one wanted to fuck me despite a profile stating that wouldn't happen. Others hopefully asked if I could host. I could not since I had a marriage I wanted to preserve. And I made it clear I wouldn't host.
Yeah, I know. Dirty rat fuck cheating on his wife with a guy. The old guilt machine at work. Either you were abstinent or monogamous with the opposite sex. Any breach of the religious marriage vows meant you didn't love her. How stupid is that when you look at all the other betrayals and evil in the world. Do we really think our sexual activity is what the higher power judges us on? We can abuse and cheat and do the most horrific things but we kept our marriage vows. Nuff said.
Eventually I sifted through all the flakes and guys not even coming close to what was in my profile and found one guy in his mid forties staying in a hotel not too far from my place. He and I chatted over an hour. It included a description of things I would like to do for him as a cock sucker and worshipper of cock. He liked the aspect of being in charge with me willing to do as he directed. The ground rules of any possible meeting were discussed. It was clear I would not do anal. He said he wasn't interested in doing it either.
He described himself as a tall guy with blue eyes, Said he was athletic but not over done six pack guy. Had full head of hair. He chatted very well, seemed to have intelligence and a good nature. And of course, the most important question. How big are you? Seven inches, nice girth but not huge, cut, large head, tight balls. He warned me when he came it was a lot. Well, that was a game breaker! What man who enjoys sucking cock wants a lot of cum??? I guess me.
So, we set up a time and place for the next morning at his hotel room after our lengthy chat. We both agreed if an in person meet changed our minds, it would be a no harm, no foul thing.
The next morning, after the wife had left for work, I got ready. It took ten minutes to get to the hotel. He was up on the seventh floor. He had told me to knock and just come on in the. He would leave the door open.
I walked through the lobby to a nearby elevator and barely got a glance from the busy desk clerk trying to check people out. I reached the seventh and started toward the guy's room. He told me his name was Charles. My adrenaline had started kicking in with an excited response to meeting a man to worship his cock. It meant more than just suck as fast as I could to get him off. It meant bringing him close and backing off. Edging him. Making him want to come so bad but having to delay the gratification. Looking up in his eyes when my mouth was full of his cock. Licking his balls and washing each one inside my mouth with my tongue. Licking between his balls and his crack and teasing the crack with just a brief glance of the tip of my tongue. If he moaned it meant I might trace my tongue up the crack to his rosebud and probe it, the run back down the crack.
Cock worship for me meant I pleased the man with extra attention to all the possible erogenous areas near his cock or areas that stimulated his cock. Whenever I was interested in having my cock sucked, I came to realize there are those men who think it's a race to get you to shoot your cum. They couldn't be sensual if they tried. It was just an animal type urge. Maybe some guilt thing making them to do what they want, suck cock, but rushing through it so they wouldn't turn gay??
Charles had a room down at the end of the hallway away from the elevator. I approached his room and it was ajar just as he had said. I gave a couple of knocks loud enough for him to hear and walked inside, closing the door and putting the deadbolt and chain on.
"Come over here, I have what you need over here." a quiet voice called out. The room was nearly pitch dark. I could see light filtering in through the shaded windows but my eyes hadn't adjusted enough to make out the figure of Charles.
So, I walked toward the light of the windows and quickly made out the figure of a man sitting on the edge of a king size bed.
"Strip and get on your knees now." he said. "And then start to work on your worship of my cock like we talked about."
I did as he said and was soon nude and on my knees in between his legs. I bent my head down to find his cock which was semi-erect dangling there between his legs. My lips touched the head and it twitched as I just barely sucked the tip past my lips. There was a small bead of sweet tasting precum oozing out of the slit. My tongue quickly gathered the juice in and let it linger on the surface for the nice taste experience.
I took the entire bulbous head inside my lips, tightening them around it's fleshy surface. It was very large and its texture was firm but smooth. It was a delicious fruit, wet and ripe.
I used my tongue feverishly, circling the outer rim of the head before moving inward to the slick meat of it. The surface of his head was pure tactile delight. So silky smooth yet inflating to hardness of a rubbery handball.
"Lick the shaft. And give my balls a bath. Then show me, cocksucker. Show me if you can suck as well as promised." he demanded.
Without a word, I used the flat of my tongue to lap at his hardening shaft. The veins were prominently full of his blood diverted to his cock as his excitement increased. I licked and traced the shaft front and back. on every side using the flat and tip of my large tongue. He responded with a small gasp and low toned moan.
After thoroughly wetting his shaft, I. transitioned to his tight sac holding two walnuts capable of blasting his seed down his shaft into my waiting mouth. I played with one and then the other using tongue and lips. My right hand reached under his ball sac to massage the space between his ass crack and balls. His hard cock bounced off the bridge of my nose.
I traveled back up his shaft and engulfed his head one more time. I quickly took the entire cock into the back of my mouth at the entrance of my throat. My lips kept a tight seal and I gave the shaft as much tongue as possible. My nose rested against his pubic region which was unshaved. His bush tickled my nostrils. Then I began long, slow strokes up and down his cock, stopping at the tip of his large head and returning to the pubic hair. It only took a few minutes of this before I felt the head seem to swell and the shaft started to spasm. He thrust deeper into my mouth and started gasping with only a grunting noise. The streams of cum were thick and jetted into my mouth to the entrance of my throat. I pulled back to get some of the cum in my mouth and on my tongue. It was sweet tasting but it's thickness made it harder to swallow than most of the cum I had devoured. Finally, after five hard streams of his sperm, his cum was only a slight ooze. His cock remained hard and I kept him in my mouth while gulping down the cum resting on my tongue. I was disappointed he had cum so quickly because I prided myself in going slow to make a man feel the anticipation of an orgasm before he shot his load into my mouth. This guy seemed pretty quick on the trigger even as much as I enjoyed the gift of his cum.
