Bill had tried to choose his partners a bit more carefully; he was drawn
especially to younger men who'd appeared just a bit nervous, as if it
were their first time. Although obsessed with cum, he was an intelligent
man; and, besides, sitting alone in a restroom stall waiting for the
next potential lover to come in often left plenty of time to think.
Men who did not swallow also were more likely to be healthy, and Bill
had taken advantage of that fact, too. Unfortunately, many such men were
worried that, had Bill caught something, they still could be infected by
blowing wad after wad of cum into HIS mouth. He would see several lovers
only once who he'd have enjoyed seeing again.
Sometimes Bill would swallow his cream prize, then pretend to spit it
into a wad of toilet paper, flushing it quickly down. Only one man ever
caught on. Bill never saw him again, either.
Drew and Mike still were around. The two had moved into separate
apartments by now, and out of the one they'd shared; it had taken Bill
several months, and a chance encounter with Drew at Hilo Bowl, to track
them both down again.
And yet, something about Drew had changed. His enthusiasm for lovemaking
seemed lost, and he no longer would swallow as Bill would swallow him.
Drew never stopped him, though, and Bill had been convinced that his
friend would say if something was amiss.
Mike was a different story. Now in his own apartment, the likeable young
man with the enormous cock had been as excited by Bill's talented tongue
as ever. Mike never did swallow, that hadn't changed; but he'd been able
to shoot as many as twelve times into Bill's open mouth while the older
man sat on his knees, head tilted back, lips far apart and tongue out to
catch every drop. Twelve times! Bill knew; he'd counted.
And he'd swallowed it all, that tasty cum he loved so much!
But there was another reason he remembered that night so well: it had
been the last load to find his grateful stomach.
Drew and Mike had called Bill over one afternoon only a few weeks later
to tell him the bad news: a very close friend and lover to both men had
just died of complications associated with Acquired Immunodeficiency
Syndrome.
Bill's mind had raced with possibilities. He'd worked to choose his
words carefully and apologized to both men. "Have you two been... does
this change your lives... I mean, beyond losing him, of course?"
No, came the answer. "Is there anything... I should know?" No again. The
three had been spared a scourge.
It was, however, a lesson in mortality Bill never would forget.
Fifteen years later and back to the present, the still nameless man with
the eight-inch cock was jacking off now, ready to cum. "Do it in my
mouth," Bill said, somehow more sure of his words now than ever.
His partner shot him a worried look that Bill instantly recognized.
"Don't worry," he said. "I haven't swallowed for a long time."
With relief the man set the tip of his pulsing member onto Bill's tongue
and it began. No shooting this time; more a steady flow as a hot gob ran
down Bill's tongue, then another, and another. Still more and more of
the creamy liquid slid like lava toward Bill's throat until the man was
totally spent. Oh fuck, that's exciting as hell, he thought. Wiping off,
he fixed himself and turned toward the door of the booth, barely able to
walk out on wobbly legs.
Bill didn't mind that his partner didn't return the favor. He'd gotten
what he came for, doing then what he hadn't done for so long: he
swallowed that delicious load of hot, sticky cum! His own dick twitched
in silent approval.
Besides, his beautiful wife was sure to oblige when Bill needed some
relief of his own.
After, that is, she got to satisfy her own curiosity.
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