‘Bill’s Not-So-Secret Urge’

Story codes: MM+, mb, cons, cum
Summary: Bill, happily married but missing something in his life, reminisces about his gay experiences as he engages with another man for the first time in years.

The following work of fiction is written by Admiral Cartwright (a pseudonym) and presented for entertainment purposes only. Copyright © effective 1999. Distribution of this material or of any predecessor(s) for profit and/or with this information abridged shall constitute a violation of intellectual property law and may result in some serious shit. Unless, of course, you ask the author first.

WARNING: depictions of sexual activity contained herein may be illegal in your area of origin. See the legal notice.

Praise for ‘Bill’s Not-So-Secret Urge’

You got me cumming for more!
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I found your tale to be quite interesting, even fascinating.
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Branching out [from pedoerotica] can be tough. Great work.
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Very inspiring and hot story. It shows the importance of not having casual sex,
as we can call it.








Bill’s Not-So-Secret Urge



Chapter One


Bill sat trembling in the video booth, even as he stared with wanton lust at the eight-inch cock not a foot from his face. This was, after all, what he was here for.

It had been years since Bill’s last tryst with another man. Bill was married with two beautiful children, and had a wonderful sex life at home. Yet, he’d been missing something; and there was absolutely no doubt in his mind what.

His wife knew of Bill’s urges and marveled at how well he had suppressed them over the last ten years. He’d told her the truth before they were married, and had promised he’d never stray without asking first. She knew she didn’t have the equipment to satisfy that lust, and had told him she understood.

Tonight, he’d asked. Tonight, she’d given him a kiss and her blessing. Now, he was here, at the local adult video arcade, with another man’s throbbing cock begging for his hot mouth and the release it would bring. Bill and the nameless, handsome young man in the next booth had taken turns peeking at each other through a small hole between the booths just minutes ago, watching as the other massaged his member to its full hardness and length. Now, they were in the same booth and ready for what Bill so hungrily wanted.

And yet, he couldn’t help being nervous.

A wave of memories overcame him as he ogled that beautiful rod, its single ‘eye’ seemingly staring a hole right back through him. Bill could remember the first instant he knew he was irreversibly bisexual.

It wasn’t when he used his little brother for ‘kissing practice’, though he supposed he should have seen it then. It was the neighbor boy. Alan, at all of 12 years old, was so fucking beautiful that Bill—at 17—knew exactly what he wanted: Alan’s hard, young body and the bulge that was all too noticeable for his age.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that Bill had just split up with his girlfriend at the time and was horny as all hell.

Bill had broken the ice with his young neighbor by inviting him over to look at some magazines he’d ordered by forging his father’s signature. Bill lived with his divorced mother and figured dad would never know. He also figured it was an offer Alan would not refuse.

He was right on both counts.

The teen and preteen would lie on Bill’s bed facing each other looking at the pictures. Bill brought out only the straight mags first; worried that too much, too soon, would scare off the boy. But the 12-year-old was more bold than Bill had expected: it was only their second time together that Alan actually pulled his dick out of his shorts and started jacking off ... right in front of Bill!

No invitation was needed anymore, and Bill quickly followed suit. Now’s my chance, he thought, as he brought a couple of gay mags out and mixed them in with the others.

Alan had looked at one, fascinated by pictures of men sucking cock and fucking each other. His eyes widened at first, but soon a new expression would cross his beautiful boyish features. He fucking loves it, Bill had said to himself.

"I will if you will," Bill remembered saying, with a gleam in his eye. He had rejoined his young friend on the bed after retrieving the mags, this time facing Alan’s crotch. He could clearly see for the first time the few hairs sprouting just above the most gorgeous six-inch cock he’d ever seen—not that he’d seen many up close yet. But Alan clearly was built for his age and, evidently, had the chutzpah to back it up.

As if to prove it, Alan had moved closer to Bill’s seven-inch dick, but then stopped. A moment’s hesitation; Bill believed he’d better move fast. He’d leaned forward himself and started licking the tip of Alan’s cock, sending an electric charge through the boy.

Alan had lost his boldness for the moment, tentatively reaching for Bill’s cock with only his hand at first. Bill then let the head of Alan’s prick slide between his lips and back out. The boy hadn’t stopped him yet, so the teen enveloped more than half of Alan’s jerking cock into his mouth and slid gently back, then sucked in a bit deeper.

It was the first time ever that Alan had felt anything so good! Bill’s inexperienced mouth was learning fast and sending chills through the boy’s entire being. If it feels this good, the 12-year-old had thought, it must be okay.

Alan, too, would learn very quickly.

Chapter Two


Bill was staring now at the eight-inch wonder almost touching his lips. He’d learned a lot about how to please a man since his first experience with Alan. Later sessions with his young neighbor taught him how to deep-throat, and just how fucking good it feels!

The get-togethers had taught him the meaning of true passion. The boys would make a game of their lovemaking, literally playing with each other and experimenting with what felt good. Their favorite was a variation of ‘Cop and Robber’: Bill would watch for Alan coming down the street and hide in a bush in the front yard. Emerging at the right moment, Bill would yell Freeze! and ‘order’ the boy to ‘assume the position’ against the wall.

Of course, that merely was an excuse for Bill to feel every inch of Alan’s athletic young body; slowly, almost painfully, making his way eventually to the boy’s already pulsing cock.

The two then would find a measure of privacy behind a large bush and ‘69’ until each was drawn taut with a mind-blowing orgasm.

As a result, the sessions also had taught Bill something even more important: he was addicted to cum!

Bill remembered the first time Alan actually blew his nut in his mouth. The boy’s first orgasms were dry, yet powerful. But the regular stimulation from Bill’s mouth and throat may have helped Alan’s young balls grow up; and, suddenly, one mutual suck session ended with a mouthful of the boy’s first ejaculation! The hot, creamy liquid at first had caught Bill by surprise—he’d stopped sucking for a second then, regaining his senses, jacked Alan’s cock up and down with just the head in his mouth.

It was a lot of cum for Alan’s first time, and Bill actually felt proud for the boy. So much so, he’d opened his mouth to show Alan the result of his orgasm. Impossibly, the 12-year-old started shooting all over again; this time, Bill had caught it with his mouth open and his tongue out. Alan seemed to like that a lot, shooting several more squirts before finally collapsing on the bed.

Bill soon would learn that his young neighbor was not the only one who enjoyed watching.

The handsome man in his late 20s now standing next to Bill reached down and fondled his throbbing seven-inch cock and, finally, the involuntary shivering stopped. The long meat staring him in the face had softened slightly, and now the tip was pointing slightly down, betraying the upward bend which accompanied the man’s full erection. Bill turned his attention back to matters before him and slid the tip of that beautiful cock into his mouth.

It was eight seconds before the intentionally slow pace of Bill’s sucking brought his lips to the base of the eight-inch prick throbbing at his very touch. That was another trick Bill had learned over the years, and it had served him well. Many of his partners had said he was the best cocksucker they’d ever known.

Bill used the tip of his tongue to tickle the sensitive underside of his new lover’s dick as he slowly slid all eight inches back out of his mouth. He swallowed the whole thing once again, using his tongue to lick the man’s balls while his long dong was in the back of his throat. THAT did it; his newest ‘sucker’ was fully hard again, pointing up, and Bill began to gag. He couldn’t take more than six inches that way.

A ‘69’ would be perfect, Bill thought to himself, knowing that was not possible in the booth. He remembered his all-time favorite ‘69’, and how nervous he had been to learn that a man of whom he thought like a brother wanted him in bed!

David was an adventurous young man, and a very horny one at that. Bill once had walked in on him and a girlfriend at a mutual friend’s house, as David slowly pumped her juicy teen pussy right on the edge of the bathroom sink! David always had thought himself straight until a much older man propositioned him, for pay! He was not prepared for how much he’d actually enjoy the experience.

Bill by then was in his late 20s and fully comfortable with his sexuality. Then David had opened up to him, and it was like his first time all over again.

The men had showered, and Bill was stalling, trying to think of something—anything—to do to pass some time. David was having none of it, finally grabbing Bill’s towel and exposing his flaccid penis.

What’s wrong? David had asked.

Bill couldn’t hide it anymore: You’re like a brother to me, man. I don’t fuck with my brother. Not beyond their youthful play, anyway.

David had smiled when he heard what he’d expected, and said Bill was like a brother to him, too. It doesn’t bother me, does it?

The barrier was broken.

Chapter Three


Bill had slid onto the bed and the men wasted no time enveloping each other’s manhood. David’s cock was impressive: nine inches long, it was no bigger around than Bill’s. Long, and narrow, with a slight upward turn to its jerking hardness, it aimed right for the throat in the ‘69’ position. Bill sucked it to the base and found to his amazement that he could keep it there indefinitely without gagging! David’s beautiful big prick felt as if it had belonged there!

David had moaned his approval and slurped greedily on Bill’s dong, taking all seven inches he had to offer. Bill was sucking very slowly, intentionally giving his friend as much pleasure on each stroke as he could. David’s meat popped from Bill’s mouth and the older of the two flicked his tongue along the sensitive underside, craning his neck to reach two very happy balls.

What the hell was I waiting for, Bill had thought, enjoying every inch of David’s prick, sliding it slowly in and out, all nine inches at a time, every time, until the younger man could hold back no more.

Jets of hot cum lined Bill’s throat, and a little in his mouth on the outstroke. It had tasted good, but it always seemed to shoot into his throat instead of where he could enjoy it. David soon got every drop of Bill’s cum in his mouth, and he gratefully swallowed the load.

Bill would resolve himself to correct that oversight next time.

The men had rested awhile, talking like the lifelong friends they were. David told Bill about his few gay experiences, and how much he’d enjoyed them. He especially loved to fuck, he had said.

By that time Bill enjoyed being fucked, but was not too fond of doing the same; for whatever reason, it just didn’t feel right. But David now was rolling over to expose his nether pucker, and Bill went for it.

It had slid in too easily, Bill remembered, and felt better than anyone else’s ass by far! After several minutes he’d asked his friend to return the favor. David’s nine-inch cock had slid into his own rectum far too smoothly, too, and the men fucked until David’s wad coated Bill’s inner walls and his own shot high into the air and landed in his face. He couldn’t remember ever emptying his balls with so much force!

Two hot, big balls were the target of Bill’s attention now, jerking up slightly at the touch of his tongue. He watched that huge cock just above his face for any sign of softening slightly, so he could take its entire length again. It obliged.

Bill ran his tongue slowly up the underside to the tip of the beautiful boner before him and again slid all eight inches slowly down his throat. The man attached to that cock moaned, and it was all too soon that the big prick grew to full hardness again.

If I’m lucky, Bill thought, he’ll let me do what I did for David the second time we’d gotten together.

The young men had seen each other several times since that day in Bill’s apartment, but had acted like the friends they always were. Perhaps both needed to prove they still could be. But Bill practically attacked David the next time they were completely alone.

Bill had knelt before David during his gentle assault on his nine-inch prick, managing maybe seven from that angle. David didn’t care, it felt too fucking good to have Bill’s talented mouth on his meat again.

This time Bill had known when his friend was ready to cum, and began jacking him off. Bill opened his mouth wide and touched his tongue just under the head of David’s cock. The younger man’s eyes had bulged: Oh my God, he’s going to let me watch!

The first gob of the creamy white stuff hit the back of Bill’s throat and dribbled onto his tongue. The second hit the front teeth and landed on top of the first. A third jet flooded Bill’s tongue and the fourth some more. It seemed to keep coming until the pink of the tongue below was visible no longer, coated with hot cum, and still it kept coming.

David’s orgasm had been almost too strong to keep watching as more and more of his thick sperm filled Bill’s mouth; it was lucky for him that the wall was holding him up! Finally the spasming stopped, and Bill leaned back slightly to show his mouth half full with David’s cum!

Bill had smiled at the look of exhausted bliss on his friend’s face; but he wasn’t quite finished, making a show of swallowing it all and opening his now empty mouth for David to see.

"Holy fuck," David had said. He’d nearly passed out, just barely keeping his wits about him. It was almost too much!

As it turned out, it also would be their swan song: Bill would move shortly afterwards and never see David again.

Chapter Four


Don’t take this wrong, his newest partner began, but that feels better when I’m slightly soft.

I’m not surprised, Bill responded. I can take it all the way down my throat like that. It’s too bad we can’t lie down in here. The man grunted his understanding and didn’t complain when Bill left his crotch and arose to kiss the good-looking young stranger.

Bill had to resist the urge to ask his partner to fuck him. After all, he wanted the man’s hot cum in his mouth, and wasn’t too fond of the taste the good fucking would leave behind. Good fucking, Bill repeated to himself; he suddenly remembered his first was anything but.

The man he had met on the public bus was interested in more than a mutual sucking. The two had left the bus close to Bill’s home but the then-18-year-old still lived with his mother and younger brother at the time and was not about to take this man to their house.

A service-station restroom would have to do, and the men began sucking each other again until the older man turned Bill around and leaned him over the back of the toilet.

The sudden, sharp pain was overwhelming as the man violated Bill’s virgin ass without so much as a warning. Bill screamed, and the man fortunately was no rapist. Give it a few seconds, it’ll be okay, he had said. Bill managed through tears to beg him to take it out, and he soon was given his relief.

I’ve never done that before, Bill had cried. The man truly was sorry, and his once-proud erection was gone. He then apologized, and simply vanished forever.

It would be several years before Bill trusted anyone to try that again.

Bill and his new partner enjoyed a lingering kiss and, as vividly as if it were yesterday, he could recall his first time kissing another man.

He’d heard stories about the local bowling alley. Hilo Bowl had a ‘problem’ with gay men virtually taking over its restroom and management had decided to remove the doors to the stalls, figuring no one would dare try what they couldn’t hide.

Boy, were they wrong!

The sex was hotter than ever there, what with the restroom walls covered in black tiles. Shiny black tiles. The decorator might as well have dispensed with the pretense and just used mirrors!

Any man who wanted a blow job or to give one—or both—simply had to get himself hard and open his legs, and the man in the next stall could see every inch as if it were right in front of him. Standing up was the only signal the man next to someone would need. Even men simply taking care of business would get an eyeful, like it or not.

It seemed that men always were kissing, sucking, being sucked, watching, or all of the above at any given moment. Virtual orgies were common, and the smell of fresh cum often permeated the place.

Almost no one ever had been caught, either; each end of the room featured a double set of doors, so anyone walking in would make an obvious noise before the inner door opened, alerting the occupants that they were to retreat into the stalls.

It was there Bill would meet the man to whom he would trust his ass. Don was in his late forties, but the fitness freak still was a looker. Bill and Don had sucked each other off one day and Bill had found a seat in the coffee shop to kill some time before he had to leave for work. Don joined him at the counter, and soon the men talked for the first time. Don was interested in taking Bill home and having a real encounter; not the brief, impersonal suck session in the next room.

Don frankly wanted to fuck. Bill had related his only experience to date, and his reservations. Don had known exactly what to say; his joy of fucking eclipsed only by his love for virgin ass. I want the experience to be as pleasant for you as for me, he’d soothed. I’ve never hurt anyone, even when I was his first. If you feel even a little pain, I’ll stop.

Those words were almost a salve, and Bill had agreed to meet Don the next day. He wouldn’t be sorry.

Chapter Five


The memory caused Bill involuntarily to squeeze his new lover’s tight ass, and their kiss took on a bit more urgency. It was as if Bill even now could feel Don’s cock in his ass, some 20 years later.

The older man’s six-incher had been adequate, if not impressive. It was a beauty, flatter along its top than most Bill had seen, and straight as an arrow. Its head was bigger around than the shaft, and Bill had been having second thoughts about giving his ass away. Don again was soft-spoken and soothing. The two then shared Bill’s first same-sex kiss, feeling each other’s bodies with gentle hands.

Bill then was turned face down on the bed, his head on one pillow, the other under his hips. Don’s gentle massage with his hands and tongue was relaxing, to say the least. Bill had felt a finger gently pass his sphincter, probing in and out slowly. So far, so good.

Massaging his young charge with his free hand, Don placed a second finger, already well lubed, to Bill’s nether entrance, and slid it slowly inside. Bill was relaxed almost to the point of sleep, and Don knew he was ready.

Planting gentle kisses along the younger man’s back, Don eased his body up until the head of his cock touched Bill’s pucker. Very slowly, with even pressure, the head slipped past the ring which had complained so bitterly the last time it had been violated. Another inch, then another ... Bill still fully relaxed. This is agreeable, he’d thought.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Bill finally had asked, How far are you in?

Don chuckled out loud. All the way.

Bill had come around with a start. No shit??!

No shit.

It was incredible, the feelings which shot though Bill’s very being for the first time ever, and he’d loved it! Don had been as gentle as when he’d begun, taking his time sliding all six inches in and out of Bill’s rectum on every stroke. It was so hot, but chills flowed from his ass to every nerve ending in his body. Ironically, his sphincter was in heaven but his cock was so hard it had hurt!

The older man finally came in Bill’s ass some 10 minutes later, and Bill had hiked himself up so Don could jerk him off at the same time. The wave slammed hard into Bill, and he’d arched his back and looked straight at the ceiling. He never saw it, though!

Bill remembered waking up sometime later, so grateful for his first real experience getting fucked that he reached for Don’s hardening cock to suck it. The smell stopped him, though, and a warm washcloth had to be retrieved so he could show properly just how thankful he was.

He was as thankful for the fresh, clean taste of the man’s mouth now exploring his as he was repulsed by that smell that day.

Bill had figured out how to fix that little problem once, using a girlfriend’s douche bottle to clean his intestines before visiting another man he would meet at the bowling alley.

Drew was a handsome guy built very much like Bill, and with a cock that was identical in length and girth. The two had been together a few times before, and knew each other fairly well. A surprise still had been ahead, however.

A very slow, satisfying ass-fucking had Bill horny for a load of hot sperm, and he’d asked Drew if he could suck him to completion. The ‘douching’ had worked, and Drew’s cock came out of Bill’s ass clean as a whistle. That was when Drew dropped the bomb: no one ever had succeeded in sucking him off without having to use his own hand.

Bill had smiled in spite of himself. It was a challenge! Prepare to meet the first, he had thought as his mouth enveloped the hard meat.

His talent was matched only by his patience; he not only was willing, but he enjoyed taking his time and getting his reward whenever it came. Bill’s hot mouth and wonderful tongue had worked their magic once more, and his love for cream would not be denied.

Grateful, Drew had Bill lie back and sucked him as gently and patiently as he’d received, and his mouth too was rewarded with a hot load, which he swallowed effortlessly.

You didn’t have to do that because I did, Bill had said.

I wanted to, Drew answered.

The two then kissed and fell asleep together.

Chapter Six


Bill broke off his kiss with the young man standing in his video booth, and moved down to caress two muscular shoulders with his lips and his hot breath. His shirt already unbuttoned, the man’s nipples begged for attention, and Bill obliged with a soft, rolling tongue. At the same time, Bill was watching for any sign that the bigger man was softening slightly so he could take that eight-inch cock to its pubic patch yet again. Some dicks were just too hard, pun intended, to suck properly.

Drew’s boyfriend had one such penis. Mike and Drew had become a couple when the two men decided they wanted to be in a long-term relationship with one guy. That, of course, meant Bill was out of that picture.

Or so he had thought.

Bill had a girlfriend at the time; he enjoyed both sexes, but preferred long-term relationships with women. This one suddenly decided she didn’t like sharing his affections with anyone, male or otherwise. In an ironic twist, she’d reached that decision after Bill had stopped seeing Drew. It had meant that Bill would be left to search for a new apartment—he'd moved in with her—but he needed a place to crash in the meantime. Drew and Mike were kind enough to accommodate him.

It was only two days later that Bill realized the men wanted more than just a hand with the rent for a few days. The two had gone out of their way to be naked and aroused whenever possible, even to the point of watching some very hot videos right out in the living room. Bill had wondered what the hell they were trying to prove; but he kept his cool, determined not to get between two people he considered a ‘couple’.

Drew and Mike had excused themselves and left for bed, and Bill finally pulled his aching prick from his pants and began to stroke it to the video still playing, now for him alone. He’d then heard his name called from the bedroom, and found his friends on their bed, playing with each other. Would you like to join us?

Stunned, Bill had politely declined, and had to repeat three times his desire to stay out of any situation where he might cause a breakup. Fuck, he’d thought, why are they torturing me? But they hardly were finished, and they were not going to accept no for an answer.

Within minutes, both men had come naked out of the bedroom and sat on a couch. It took but a few seconds before Mike was sitting on the floor and Drew’s cock was sitting in his throat. Bill’s attention had been diverted from the video, and he’d tried to resume watching; but it was of no use.

Fuck it, he’d thought, and went to join in, reaching for Mike’s pecker.

It was huge! Ten inches long and two of Bill’s around, he’d found himself stretching his jaw to the point where it hurt! Bill only could manage barely half of Mike’s mammoth meat, and it took several minutes before his facial muscles would stop arguing.

Drew, in fact, had not been able to take Mike up the ass yet, that cock was so big. Bill was game, though, and thought he’d at least try.

Stuffing a huge pillow under his hips—it’d worked before—Bill’s ass had stuck a foot up off the floor. Mike positioned his cockhead to Bill’s asshole and tried slowly to work it in. Barely the head had slipped past the muscle and Bill jumped in obvious pain! This was not going to work.

Mike had been disappointed, but Bill resolved somehow to make it up to him. Bill lay back on the carpet and Mike got into the ‘69’ position above him. Drew then gave Bill a wonderful show by sliding his seven-incher into Mike’s ass just above Bill’s face!

What a fucking view!

Not surprisingly, Bill had come first. Mike jacked Bill off onto his own belly, but Bill had other ideas. Just as Mike had begun to twitch, he’d asked Drew to pull out. Coming with his ass full was just too painful for the man with the massive cock. As it turned out, his balls didn’t need the extra stimulation.

Bill had let the head of that big dick pop out of his mouth and he was jacking with his hand, pointing the fat member straight at his mouth. Bill saw Drew watching and knew it was his turn to show off as a huge stream of Mike’s cum landed in its target. Another followed, and another, and another, until at least two tablespoons had found Bill’s mouth; when Mike finally was spent, Drew took aim and Bill slapped Mike’s ass to get his attention. It was the other man’s turn now to watch as Bill’s mouthful of cum got even bigger and hotter and creamier with every jet from Drew’s jerking meat.

Drew had leaned forward then and Bill took all seven inches down his throat, swallowing all that hot cum at the same time. Mike couldn’t believe his eyes! Bill had awakened a wanton desire in Mike that the two would share again; as it had turned out, ‘the couple’ did split up when Mike had decided he wasn’t so committed to Drew after all.

Chapter Seven


Bill continued kissing his way down the younger man’s body, thankful some of these newer video booths were bigger than they used to be. It didn’t seem so long ago that one’s dick was ALL you could touch.

Actually, they weren’t ‘video’ booths at all when Bill first discovered them as a pickup spot. Sometimes, the tiny boxes barely accommodated one person and the movie was only visible when the door was shut. The 8-millimeter film was ‘looped’ to run indefinitely through its individual projector; timed for, maybe, two minutes for a quarter. It also meant you could watch only the one movie playing in that booth.

Of course, that was assuming one actually was watching! Most often, two adjacent booths would be occupied and nothing would be visible from outside; the sounds of slurping or a slight rocking the only evidence betraying what was going on thanks to a hole between the booths.

The glory days of ‘glory holes’, Bill liked to call them; he’d never encountered anything more impersonal than sticking your dick through a hole and hoping to all hell that the man on the other side was NOT the owner of a set of jagged teeth, or a mean streak!

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 Immune Deficiency 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 in 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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