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[joebob-longcock]

I found him on reddit, on the latino cocks subreddit. I don't know why but his pics made me hot. I messaged him.

Hey man, you got a really nice dick.

You suck dick?

Fuck yeah.

I don't wanna be mean, but are you like obviously gay? or what?

I don't know. Ask me that when i have your dick in my throat.

Fair enough.

He sent me an address.

If it's cool, I just wanna play video games and you suck my dick. Ok?

Sure!

Almost as soon as I got there, he dropped the basketball shorts and sat down. He was wearing nothing at all, and I damn near got hard in my jeans.

I got on my knees and sucked his dick. 7.5 inches of thick Latin meat. He never once touched me. But he came twice.

I got home and wanted to immediately message him to thank him or ask for another round sometime, only to find that he had blocked me.

So it goes...

#originalstory

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"I heard you know your way around a mans dick."

I nearly choked on my drink.

Don't worry. secret's safe with me."

"Who told you?"

"Your dad!"

"What?!"

"Nah. I'm kidding. He just mentioned you were gay. No biggie."

"Oh God."

"Listen, I got a biggie if you wanna show me how you use it later," he said, winking, grabbing his bulge.

He wasn't lying. At 7 inches long, he was about 7 inches thick! I choked, gagged and cried on it. And after he came down my throat, I sat on it and rode him for hours.

"Fuck you're amazing," he said, as he stretched my hole.

He pulled me in and kissed me. I didn't expect it. but I kissed him back.

He moaned into me. "Mmmmmm." Everything felt so wrong and so right at the same time.

Finally he broke the kiss and hugged me, pressed his body into mine. With his mouth next to my ear, he growled, "Fuck, boy, take that big daddy dick for me."

I didn't sleep at all that night. Mr. Jefferson fucked me twice more that night, and eight more times on the trip overall. I was a cummy mess.

When we got back home, he became something of a regular. So regular, in fact, that one day my dad asked me months later, "How's Mr. Jefferson doing? I hear you see him more than anyone else these days?"

I stumbled over my words. "Oh, uh. he's uh. I think, uh, he's fine."

My dad laughed at me. "As long as you're having fun, son. Mr. Jefferson is a good man, son. He's a good man."

"Yes, yes he is," I said.

#originalstory

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I'll be honest, I didnt know what I was signing up for. "Construction crew needs tight hole to wreck for the night."

He and his 8 inch dick wrecked me before the rest of his 5-man crew even got to me.

Before they left, I asked him to fuck me, one last time. His balls were mostly empty so it took him a while. But I still felt every inch of his dick slithering around in my loosened hole, mixing up the eight or nine loads that had been carelessly deposited there.

I left the motel the next day, sore, still dripping cum, and desperate for moulds of their cocks.

#originalstory

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"Look, son. I've had a shit day. All I want to do is watch some porn and jerk off. You can stay and watch some porn with me or get the fuck out. I don't care."

I sat there, angry, defiant. I had the tv first. But, he was "right." He paid the bills. So I let him turn the tv to whatever he wanted. It was some girl taking load after load. While my dad was clearly enjoying the girl in the movie, I was watching all the guys, all the dick, all the cum...

He finally got off but he was a dribbler, not a shooter. So he kept rubbing his load all over his dick, making one fat, sticky mess, that I kind of wanted

I thought after he got off he would get up and leave. But he didn't. He just kept sitting there. So finally I took a chance, and leaned over and licked it clean.

"Fuck that feels good," he said, holding a hand down over my head. Light pressure. Not holding me down, but just enough that I knew he had a hand there. His dick was solid, he had worked himself back to a full erection. But it wasn't too big or too fat for me to handle.

"I'm gonna cum again."

I couldn't respond, but I also didn't move.

"Fuck, here it comes!" He added pressure, holding my head down as he shot his second load into my mouth. It was a beautiful flavor of salty and sweet and if I'm being honest, I could easily become addicted to him, especially in combination to his manly odors.

"Jesus, Fuck! That's a good boy!"

After I swallowed up the second load, I scurried off to my room, shocked and embarrased by what I had done.

But he was clearly not. The dress code around the house changed. Instead of jeans, and wife beaters, he wore just his boxers more often. And because of the girth an length, he almost always had an imprint of cock. And he always teased me about being embarrassed. But secretly I loved and craved his cock and the taste of his cum.

So dad got head from his son almost every day.

To be honest, it worked out great.

#originalstory

[joebob-longcock]

Hey man, thanks for all the help. I hope you don't mind. I just wanted to stay in touch. I may need more help later.

I knew this was the customer who had just left less than ten minutes ago. He had asked for my number and said he had just gotten a new job and would need help with new/ more clothes and wanted my help.

Oh no problem. We work on commission, tbh, so having loyal customers is helpful, if you know what I mean.

Do you want to see how much I liked these pants?

Oh, sure. I wasn't sure. What did that mean?

He sent some pics.

OH. Oh, I see you have an obvious reaction to those pants.

Not to the pants. To you.

Well, I'm flattered.

Well maybe you can help me some more, if you know what I mean...

I'd love to! What can I say? He was hot and I was horny. And a whore.

Not four hours later, he came back as I was closing up. "Can you show me some other options? I'm sorry if I keep you late."

"It's not a problem, I'm happy to...uh...help," I said, winking in the direction of his already growing bulge.

I let my closing associate go, since her shift was technically over, and I got my last customer, a handsome black man with a growing bulge in those dress pants into a dressing room.

"Try these on," I said.

He took the pants, tossed them to the side. He dropped trow, and said, "Can you help me?"

I stepped into the dressing room, and got down on my knees. His boxers were already tented. "This is for you, baby."

I took a firm hold of his dick at the base and started stroking. I opened my mouth as wide as I could. The impression of the bulge in his pants didn't do his actual dick justice. This man's dick was FAT. Almost a beer can's girth.

Fortunately, what he would feed me in girth, he lacked in length. Don't get me wrong, he was a solid 6-6.5" long. A perfect length. And I'd be able to take it perfectly: the girth would open my jaw enough to make this man's dick right at home in my throat.

He took my head and pushed me down. "You've got some work to do, boy."

I sucked and jerked his dick for a solid hour and swallowed one hell of a load. "Jesus, boy. My wife doesn't suck my dick that good."

"You want me to teach her how to do that?"

"No. I'm want to keep you on my dick."

"Mmmm, thank you, daddy," I said, slapping myself in the face with his fat dick.

"Whew. I gotta sit down." He fell back to the bench in the fitting room. "That was amazing."

"Your dick is amazing. Let me know anytime you need to fuck a throat. I'd be happy to help," I said, getting off my knees. I took a moment to take in the view. This gorgeous man, his pants around his ankles, his fat, softening dick hanging out of his boxers.

"Okay. I gotta get home. My wife is probably curious where I landed."

I was grateful as we left that the store had no alarm system that would alert corporate of our late departure. I was also grateful that when the cameras caught me and my new cum-source leaving two hours later, no purchase made, my store manager knew me, and my talents, and didn't fire me, write me up, or anything.

#originalstory

Bulge Saturday

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I'd seen him around the store. Even in the dark sweatpants, I could tell he wasn't wearing underwear, and it turned me on.

"Can you come out to my truck? I wanna show you something."

It was totally a dumb move, but I left my groceries and followed him to the parking lot, to his truck. I thought we would get in but he pulled his shirt off and pulled out his dick right there.

"Come on," he said, pointing down at his dick. "Get what you wanted."

"What?"

"Saw you checking me out. You suck dick?"

"Uh," I stumbled.

"Come on man, it's cool. I need my dick sucked."

I went to my knees, but maintained eye contact. I lifted his cock, resting against his balls, heavy and sticky, and started to tug on it lightly, encouraging blood to flow. I got all 8.5? 9? inches in my throat, my nose pressed solidly against his pubes.

"Damn man, fuck that feels good." he put a firm hand against the back of my head and started fucking my throat for real. I relaxed my throat even more and took it, begged for it.

I was so focused on servicing him, I got nervous when I heard him say "What the fuck you looking at, dude?"

I tried to back away, stand up.

"No, no, it's ok. He's gone now. Keep going, baby," he said to me, pushing me back down.

He came after less than ten minutes of dedicated throat work. I had to start swallowing almost immediately when I felt his cockhead swelling and his cock shaft harden even more. It was so much I thought I'd never be able to stop swallowing.

"Whew. Thanks bro." He ran his right hand down the side of my face. looked at me with a kindness and sweetness I hadn't expected. "My girl's due any day now and won't let me touch her."

"Well. I think my throat’s pregnant now," I said, standing up.

I sure hope so bud." He winked at me. "Fuck. I'd love to use that throat again, if you're ok with that?"

"Ok with that? I need it," I said, reaching over, rubbing his bulge in his sweatpants.

"Fuck, I'd love to give you another load right now, but I gotta get going, but let me get your number and we'll work something out.

From then on, I had a nice dick for my throat at least once a week.

#originalstory

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The balconies at this apartment complex were a joke, just a small square space to drink your coffee in the morning. But whatever, I'll take it. I just hadn't realized my neighbor was out there too.

"Someone got laid good the other night?"

"Excuse me?" I guess I also hadn't realized how thin the walls were.

"The other night. I heard someone yelling from one hell of a cumshot."

"Oh. God. Yes, I'm sorry. That's embarrassing."

"Nah, it's cool. Must have been good."

"It was. Well, I hope. wasn't me screaming."

"Oh shit. Lucky guy."

"Yeah. I guess."

"Fuck I'd kill for just a blowjob these days."

"Heh, that's my specialty."

"Shit, really?"

"Yeah."

"That explains all the men I see coming and going."

"Yeah, I guess." Damn, was I a slut? I could see the tent in his jeans. "Listen, if you ever want, I'll help you out sometime..." Yes, yes I was a slut.

"Aw, don't tease me bro..."

"I'm not. I'll blow you. I'll blow you right now."

Four minutes later he was in my bedroom.

"Fuckin choke on it, faggot!" He was thrusting his 8.5 inch dick down my throat before id had a chance to get myself adjusted.

I was choking, gagging, sweating, crying, running out of air, and best of all, loving it.

"Yeah you like that big dick, cocksucker?" he asked.

"mmhphm", I said.

"Hahah, you faggots are all the same. just love some straight dick. Go ahead now, get all of it. All the way down." He pushed the back of my head until I was all the way down. I finally managed to get it. So now, with my nose buried in his pubes, my lips pressed against the fly of his boxer shorts - I wanted his dick so bad, so much, I didn't even let him slide his boxers down - then I reached around and grabbed his ass, far more direct and aggressive than I had been, and I took control. I started forcing him to facefuck me.

"Uh UH UH UH! Damn my girl caint even do that bruh. Take that fuckin dick!!"

I pulled out and left a thick glistening mess of spit all over his cock so I could lick and tease his balls.

"Damn bro. This some grade A head!" he said, hitting me in the face with his wet cock.

I played with his balls for a while but they didn't make him happy the way his dick did. So I went back to Zone 1 and opened wide.

"Yeah, take that fuckin dick, faggot."

I did as I was told. I got it all the way down so my nose was buried in his pubes, just between the fly of his boxer shorts, and then I moaned, with his dick buried in my throat, I know he felt the vibrations on his dick.

"I'm gonna cum, man. You wanna swallow my nut? You want my nut?"

I couldn't answer, I certainly wasn't going to come off of his dick.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

I held onto his thighs and felt the rippling muscles beneath the thin fabric of his boxer shorts.

He stopped fucking my throat so his dick could pump eight solid shots of creamy cum into my mouth. After the third or fourth I realized I'd have to start swallowing. This was a big load, even though it was a quick blowjob.

"Goddamn, man. Just reminded me how well a faggot does on a cock," he said, backing up. His glistening cock was hanging from his boxer shorts, still taunting me.

"You had a guy suck your dick before?"

"Aw, you think you were my first?"

No, nothing like that,"

"Yeah, it's cool. My cousin used to suck my dick. He thought he was gay. So I told him to find out."

"Yeah...I think I might be gay too!" I said, mockingly.

"Hah, sucking dick like that you sure are. But we can check, just to be sure, every day..."

And thus began my favorite summer.

#originalstory

Mac

[joebob-longcock]

My uncle told me he'd help me learn how to get fucked by guys after I was outed.

"What do you mean?"

"Jennings told me you were gay."

"No I'm not!"

"It's cool. I just want you to be safe."

I looked down. Embarrassed.

"Are you being safe?"

"I guess so since I'm not doing anything. I'm scared."

"I'll help you."

An hour later, I was riding his fat dick. "You want my big load?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah! Shoot that fuckin' cum!"

I shot all over him. I can't tell you how hot it was to see him lap up the bit of my load that made it in and near his mouth and all over his dark beard.

Then I felt him shoot his load right into my hole. He had told me, since I had no experience, we could fuck bare. "But after this, you need to wrap it up with everyone. No std's, nothing like that. Go safely. But I wanna feel your hole on my bare dick. Is that okay?"

"Yeah," I said. practically begging for my first time to be with my favorite uncle.

For months, he was the only dick in my hole.

#originalstory

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Dad caught me watching porn. I was bi, but this time it was just lesbian porn. So thanks to the beats headphones, I didn't even hear him come in, and I didn't realize he was in the room until he was standing next to me and said something. I wasn't sure what he said. I pulled off the head phones.

"What?"

"Damn, that's hot," he said.

"Oh, yeah."

"I see you're enjoying yourself."

He was right. I had my dick in my hands. "Oh, sorry."

"Don't be sorry." He pushed down his jeans and boxers and pulled on his dick.

All of a sudden the lesbian porn was useless. I watched him stroke his dick to full size. I was in love. My dad was huge in general. Muscular, strong, tall. But definitely had a gut. Still, he was so big everywhere else no one ever teased him about it. If they had, they would have realized that was muscle, too. He'd also always had a prominent bulge. I never knew it was because his dick was this big, but it makes sense now, seeing it in person.

He stroked his fat cock for a few seconds before he said, "gimme some lube, son."

I supplied some Swiss Army, and watched him jerk off. I watched him jerk off more than I watched the lesbians on my screen.

"UNH. UHN. UNH!" Sounded exactly the same as when he pumped loads into my mother. When he finally came, he collected his cum in his open hand. fortunately, he had large hands, and he formed a large cup.

"Whew! Uh. help me out here, you got a tissue, or a towel or something?:

"Yeah, here." I grabbed his hand and I slurped up his nut. Right off his hand.

"Fuck, son. thats…."

"Delicious," I said, looking back up at him.

His cock twitched, and another droplet of cum appeared.

"Missed a spot, son."

#originalstory

[joebob-longcock]

I was staying with my aunt and uncle, in their finished basement, to save money while I was in college. But my uncle's work computer was in the basement where I was staying. So he would come down to do some work whenever he needed to. It wasn't a big deal. It was a large space and I still had privacy. It was really more like a studio apartment that they had offered me. And his "office" part was in my "living room".

One night, he looked stressed, frustrated.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking over from my tv.

He walked me through the problem. His garage was on the brink of failing and, at first, he couldn't explain why beyond "no money." I moved over and sat in the chair next to him. I noticed he was just wearing a tee shirt and boxers and while the bulge in his boxers was obvious, it wasn't as prominent as I'd seen on other men. Yet.

After a couple of hours, my business degree came in handy and I understood the problem and I was able to help him to understand how to make it right.

Bill was smart in a street smart kind of way. He knew some things, money needs to come in, and more of it needs to come in than goes out. But how to figure out how much of it needs to come in to prepare for how much you expect to go out, goal setting, that was the tricky part for him...

"If your main product is the oil change, you need to bank on X amount of oil changes per day. But, your guys need to be able to upsell something else, air filters, wiper blades, something. Hell, even adding in a car wash, that's not something other places are doing. That could really help. Those extra services will help you out if you don't have the X amount of customers come in that day. But your budget each day is based on those oil changes coming in, if that's your main product.

"You also need to be able to set up a time frame. If Johnny is taking an hour to do an oil change while Chip can do two, then Johnny is costing you money, even though Chip could go faster as well."

"Damn, he said. "Johnny's my worst guy. Takes him forever to get anything done."

"Yeah, I can see that. So, does that help?"

"I think that covers it. You think of anything else?"

"Only other thing I can think that would help you is if you get a nice long deep blowjob. You seem far too stressed for what the sitaution is."

"Well, your aunt is not going to do that."

It was well past 9 o'clock. My aunt was already in bed. I knew he routine. Becky had a 4 am nursing shift and she went to bed extremely early. And while Uncle Bill started his garage early to catch the morning customers, he still stayed up late.

I looked at the bulge in his boxers. "I'll do it for you, if you want."

"You serious?"

"Sure."

"Fuck, man." His boxers started tenting. I took that as a 'yes.'

I slid down from my chair to my knees between his legs and started rubbing his bugle. Fuck, his dick was fat. I gave it a couple strokes, looking right at him, and popped it in my mouth before he could think about it and change his mind.

His cock had a length and a bulbous shape that fit my mouth perfectly. It wasn't too long, and it was just a little fat in the middle. I was able to take it deeply, immediately.

I heard him exhale and when I looked up, I could see he had rolled his head all the way back. I used my tongue to massage the underside of his cock, and when I came back up to the tip of his cock, I rolled my tongue around the head of his cock before I went quickly back down to the base. And when I got back to the base, I grabbed his balls and tugged lightly.

"Oh, God." I felt him grab the back of my head with a firm grasp. "Oh that feels so good."

I moaned around his cock so he could feel the vibrations around my throat on the head of his cock.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" But instead of holding my head down like most men who feed me their cocks, he let go and pushed me away.

I held my mouth open and stroked his cock until he came all over my face. I licked my lips and tasted what cum I could.

"Damn, Bill. You taste really good."

"I knew you sucked dick. I didn't know you sucked dick that well."

I was still holding his dick, lightly stroking, lightly squeezing. I saw a droplet of cum and I wanted it. I leaned forward and I took it.

"Whoa." He jerked, just a little. "Still sensitive."

"That's ok. I love your dick. It's perfect."

"Thanks, bud. You gonna clean the cum off your face?"

"No, it's perfect." I felt him starting to get hard again. "You want to give me another load?"

"You keep stroking me and I might be able to."

"Stroking isn't enough." I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, again.

It took a little longer this time, which was fine with me, and he was a little more aggressive this time, which was fine with me. His grip was firmer, and his talk was dirtier. This time he actually throat fucked me. Which was fine with me. "Take it, take it, boy."

After a solid twenty minutes of me taking it like a good boy for him, while still wearing his first load on my face, his second load finally erupted. He tried to pull out, but I reached up and grabbed his firm ass and pulled him closer to me so I kept his cock head in my mouth and was able to feel him shoot his load across my tongue toward my throat. When I swallowed, I consumed a part of my Uncle Bill. We became connected in an entirely new way.

"Fuck I can't believe you swallowed my jizz."

"I told you, you taste amazing, Uncle Bill."

"Jesus. My legs are wobbly, I gotta sit down," he said.

"You're not gonna tell my dad, are you?"

"Are you gonna tell Becky?"

"I would never. To be honest, I'd love to blow you some more. A lot more."

He looked at the computer screen, completely ignoring what I had just admitted. It was still full of excel spreadsheets and numbers and charts. "Yeah. You should come down to the shop, help me run stuff. Help me explain this business stuff to the guys. You're right. They'd make more money if they worked faster."

"Maybe you should do an incentive program: every ten oil changes they get done on time, they get a free blowjob," I said, wiping the cum from his first load off my face.

"Ha! A couple of the guys might be into that. Especially the way you do it."

A few weeks later, I did go to the garage, and I did blow a few of the guys after a poker game I "lost".

But me and Bill? After about a month of nothing, I started sucking his dick almost every night after Becky went to bed.

One time he came down after they fucked. I could still taste her on his dick. When I first realized what happened, I thought I would be grossed out, but the reward of his cum was too much for me to worry about the stickiness of her snatch-juices.

#originalstory

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"Well that didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would," the internet guy said. He'd come very early. I was barely awake, and hadn't bothered putting on a shirt, or pants. Just me and my briefs.

"Well before you complete the call. You're kinda hot. If you have time, can I suck your dick? I'm good, I promise."

"Sorry, man, i'm straight."

"Oh, ok. Can you cum on my face then? Sorry, I just need some cum to start my day."

I could see the bulge in his pants straightening out to a full vpl.

"Uhm, yeah. ok."

Shit, I couldn't believe he went for it!

He pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants, showing his purplish boxer briefs.

He pulled out his cock, straining against the fabric, and it grew to its full length. Had to be a solid 7? 7.5? inches. And thick. I couldn't tell for certain since I couldn't touch it. I was determined to respect his boundaries.

It didn't take him long. Honestly. He jerked over my open mouth and begging face for about 4 minutes before he said "Fuck, here it comes!"

He came, a lot, all over my face, but I inched closer, just a bit, so I could get a couple licks off the head of his cock.

"You look like a faggot cocksucker," he said, "wearing my load."

"Thank you, Sir," I said.

He pulled up his pants and left and I quickly took a picture. A new facial selfie to start the day.

An hour later I got a random text from a number I didn't know.

This your internet guy. You gonna be available in a few hours?

Yeah. You wanna stop by?

Can I?

Absolutely, Sir. Will you call me a faggot cocksucker again?

Yeah. You're gonna choke on it this time.

He sent me a pick of him grabbing his bulge. *Save to photos*

I sent him the selfie from this morning.

Faggot cocksucker.

#originalstory

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