For Jay - This is just a fun paean of praise for Jay and is dedicated to him and that part of him that I so love to serve. If he has a fraction of the pleasure I derive in serving his needs then we both have too much fun.
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CHAPTER I
"Shut up and suck!" That's what Jay would say from time to time if I temporarily quit my oral ministrations to his cock to interrupt his viewing of "Jesus Christ Superstar," by talking. The constant sucking and caressing of his magnificent member was no distraction; indeed it added to his overall pleasure in lying back with a beer and watching the movie. I of course couldn't really see the movie. My field of vision was filled with the lower part of his belly and pubic hair, just as my mouth was filled to more than capacity with his more than ample allotment of cock. I could of course hear the sound of the movie but my attention was literally fully engaged (engorged) with the task at hand, and in my mouth. I was lying on my belly between his legs, naked except for some black nylons, while he reclined against a pile of pillows luxuriating in comfort and my attentions. I could have writhed and sucked all night. Come to think of it I did.
Maybe I should explain; Jay possesses the equivalent of the Matterhorn, Mount Rushmore and the Eiffel Tower of cocks. If they had a registry of National Monument Penii, his would be in the top ten. I haven't seen every cock in the world but I've seen a few and a few of them were standing proud at full attention. I would take his over pretty much any I've known or as the main course and dessert, if I were lucky enough to be at a feast of more than one. I was going to refer to it as little JAY, but that is really inappropriate. Not only is it very long but seems thicker than my wrist. It works so well that sometimes when he hasn't been particularly in the mood it will betray him and respond with vigor if I can get at it and tease and cajole ever so little.
He doesn't necessarily come every time we play, but that is no big deal. The biggest fun is in the doing and it only becomes frustrating if nobody ever comes, which certainly isn't the case. He didn't come the night referred to just above, but we both had a very pleasurable evening all the same. Sometimes it is almost a shame if somebody comes right away, although that has its own charm as well.
Jay's cock like most, if not all, that I've had the pleasure to know is covered with incredibly smooth skin. It may be an acquired taste but there is something magical about the texture of a cock against the tongue and lips. I think many women would gain power if they developed that awareness, most men are a real sucker for being sucked; so if a woman actually learns to enjoy doing it she has a certain power at her disposal and all the pleasure to look forward to that she would want.
Under that silken skin visible to the eye and apprehensible to the tactile senses of the fingertips and tongue are massive veins like small twisting branches. That really isn't surprising as a lot of blood has to move in to make such a massive organ stand taut; and stand taut it does, until it seems almost like a branch of oak, a thick bar of steel or a length of baseball bat. Perhaps a baseball bat is the best analogy with the corona like the lip at the end of the handle. Often I like to put the whole thing into my mouth while it is at its smallest state. Sometimes I try to get a testicle or two at the same time but that isn't easy even at his most relaxed. Once Jay begins to become aroused though - forget any attempt to include a ball. Indeed, soon enough it becomes almost impossible to even swallow the whole cock. The near impossibility doesn't stop me from trying though. When my lips actually touch the pubic hair at the base of his belly, I feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that is worth any amount of gagging that it may cause. It is impossible to describe the feeling of that rigid yet soft and warm object way down my throat seemingly halfway to my belly. Knowing it feels good to him too only adds to my pleasure and satisfaction.
As great as it is to have my nose squashed into his belly and his pubic hair tickling my lips while the tip of his cock seems halfway to my asshole, I prefer it if he doesn't come right then. If he does that's okay and I can understand how it feels from his end with his cock so entirely swallowed and buried in my mouth and throat. However I barely get to experience his essence, his cum. I can tell he has climaxed by the pulsing and throbs; also he might make some sounds of climax and release.
I would rather though that he pull back a bit so the end of his cock is in my mouth again so that I can taste his sperm and swirl it around in my mouth to enjoy the texture; or even far enough back if he has lots so some winds up on my face and I have to wipe it off with my fingers and lick them clean. Of course if any should wind up getting on him I have to lick him perfectly clean. It is the least that I can do to make sure that none of his sperm is left anywhere to make a mess and become sticky. I must say though I'm pretty good at getting it all into my mouth unless I want some elsewhere like on my face.
How did I come to be here nude and on my knees and belly slurping one of the finest cocks in the land. It all began many years ago, indeed this special movie presentation was a few years ago now, itself. It all began, with Jay anyway, when he came on to a friend of mine at a bar one night. My pal usually doesn't go in for that sort of action [although he did one morning with me after we had been drinking for days and hashing the whole idea out philosophically -- but that's a tale for another time]. I don't know if he had ever done anything like that before, and doubt if he has since but we both had a good time that morning and our friendship was none the worse for it - perhaps a little better. even. Anyway my pal pointed out the guy who had put the moves on him. He didn't get nasty with the guy but told him firmly that he wasn't interested in that kind of action. Meanwhile I took a good look at the fellow and figured I should talk to him sometime.
A couple of nights later I saw the same guy and went over to him and asked him if he was the one who had come onto my friend, because if he was he had picked the wrong guy. Since my buddy and I were about the same size and build with the only difference being that I'm a little better looking (LOL), I thought I would offer him an opportunity to correct his mistake. As this was before Willy Wooden Shoes decided that no one should buy beer after eleven PM we grabbed a few beers and went up to the fellow's mother's house to engage in some Roman-Greco Rasslin with an emphasis on oral genital takedowns or go downs. The lad was Jay and when he removed his pants it was adoration at first sight. I couldn't get enough of that big beautiful cock. I still haven't got enough of it though lord knows I've tried and tried. I hope to try more too. In fact not that long ago I tried a whole lot one night and made him cum in my mouth in the morning but I still want more.
I'm not sure why I love sucking cock, especially Jay's, so much. It's not that I don't like women. I can't get enough of them either. Perhaps I'm the one that is actually normal and most people are just hung up and don't even have that successful of relationships with the opposite sex either. Sometimes I feel that anyone who is rigidly gay or hetero has a problem. I fail to see who's being hurt when I'm on my knees with a mouthful of cock, certainly not the person whose cock is being lavished with loving attention. If they were being hurt they wouldn't have to stand there. I'm having way too much fun myself, but I don't really think that is a bad thing. I feel it's a private matter as long as every one involved is a consenting adult. Anyone else has to neither participate nor watch.
CHAPTER II
We managed to get together a time or two more; once spending the night in the back of my truck which was set up for camping. We had some enjoyable times but when we had parties nobody came. Then I left town for two or three years and went to the coast. Although he had grown up around here he had just come back from the coast himself shortly before we met. As a result of leaving I didn't see him for however long I was gone. When I got back around here though we ran into each other one evening soon after my return. He invited me over to his new digs where he had the whole place to himself and I was more than happy to accept the invitation.
Shortly after we arrived and opened a beer he allowed me to strip and crawl across the room and kneel in front of his chair. With trembling fingers I undid his fly and freed his cock from its confines. I wanted to look at it and lick it and kiss it and swallow it all at the same time. It was like seeing a good friend after a long absence. Eventually we went to bed and I fell asleep curled up between his legs with his cock in my mouth like a baby with his bottle. When I awoke in the night I would give his cock a kiss or lick it back to an erection and drift back to sleep with a hand cupping his balls and my tongue or lips on that exquisite silky manroot. As it grew light I came awake and got back to serious work. I was determined that JAY was going to cum in my mouth before I walked out the door if I had to suck for a week. I couldn't think of anything better that I had to do that week.
He would grow hard from totally soft and small and then start to really wake up and decide he wanted to sleep some more and turn over, thus depriving me of my reason to be alive.