Some of the men he'd encountered were there only for the nameless,
faceless cock or mouth that was there to give or receive a moment's
pleasure. Occasionally, though, Bill would find someone who used the
booths only as an introduction and wanted to go somewhere else for more.
One such man was the proud possessor of the longest penis he ever would
see up close.
This man had sucked Bill only briefly before suggesting they take a
little drive. They talked for a few minutes while trying to find a dark,
secluded place to park. Bill had understood; finding a partner who'd
left someone at home hardly was uncommon.
What WAS uncommon was the first sight of that man's prick: eleven-and-
one-half-inches long! Holy shit, it's HUGE, Bill had thought. The old
joke sprang to mind how men come in three sizes: small, medium, and `Oh
my God, it's moving this way!' And yet, it was only slightly thicker
than Bill's and he'd wondered if his throat was up to the challenge.
In a `69' with his lover on top, Bill had tried gamely enough, but had
managed maybe nine inches, no more. It should go, he'd thought, if I can
get this far. His poor jaw was exhausted; his throat numb.
But Bill wasn't giving up.
Bill already had cum, thankfully lapped up by this young man with the
biggest cock by far Bill had experienced. He was a long-winded mother
fucker, too, and Bill was starting to think he wasn't going to shoot
until the impossible was accomplished. Somehow, Bill found his second
wind and doubled his efforts, craning his neck further up from the back
seat of this stranger's big car in a last gasp of sorts.
It had worked; ten inches made it down Bill's throat, then a little
more, and finally it bottomed out. YES! Bill said in silent triumph.
That oversized monster had slid out then back to the hilt only twice
more when its owner finally came into the recesses of Bill's throat.
He never got to taste a single drop of that explosion. More exhausted
than disappointed, though, Bill had overslept the next morning and
almost lost his job. He'd have to be more careful.
Only years later did Bill learn what careful REALLY meant.
Tracing a line down his new partner's hard abdomen, he arrived once more
at his target and it was ready. That beautiful rod was just soft enough
once again to swallow completely. Bill tried this time not to be too
stimulating, simply sliding his lips over the length of the long shaft
until the big cock disappeared completely into his mouth.
This time he kept the gentle sucking up for several minutes, the
recipient enjoying the wonderful sensation of sliding his plunger all
the way into Bill's silken throat while trying not to enjoy it too much.
The feeling was just too damned good to give up.
That's when Bill remembered why cum was something he'd have to give up.
Chapter Eight
He HAD given up the movie booths by then; preferring the somewhat more
personal setting of Hilo Bowl. He also was all too aware by then that
casual sex sometimes meant a death sentence.
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.
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