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Category: Gay Stories

Author: Artie

A day to remember for sure. Cruising for cock, I happened to see an old high school teacher cruising as well. I drove behind him for a few minutes and used my turn signal to invite him to pull over. After parking, I walked up to his car and stood beside his drivers window. He finally recognized me and invited me to get in on the passenger side so we could talk.
He had on a silky pair of basketball shorts (From the high school I attended) and it was obvious he was naked underneeth his short shorts.
I reached over and gently and stroked his inner thighs. I confessed that I had many fantasies if him in school. I told him I had always wanted to worship his cock. He seemed shocked at how forward I was being but he never at anytime asked me to stop stroaking hus thighs.
He asked me to follow him to his house where he felt safer than in the park. While driving, visions of what was to come, I imagined his cock deep in my throat pumping in and out.
At last we're there. In my mind, I'm walking into a den of adventure and pleasure. I sit on the couch as he gets us a glass of wine, then 'freshining up. As he returns to the living room, he's in those silky loose shorts and flip-flops and no shirt. He puts down his glass of wine and stands in front of me inches from my face.
I reached out a inserted my hands into his shorts and came in contact with a smooth cock and balls. He put his hands behind my head and pulled my face tight against his crotch. "This is what you've been wanting, right?" I whisper yes and snuggled my face all over the front of shorts. This went on for what seemed like forever. In actuallity, it was about five minutes. I slid of the coutch and on my knees. My hands lightly stroaking up and down his smooth legs while looking up into his beautiful blue eyes. "I know what you need, I know what you want" he said while using his thumbs to lower his shorts. His beautiful smooth cock and balls inches from my hungry mouth. I begin planting wet little kisses all over his thighs, his plump belly and finally sucking on his balls while watching his cock grow harder. My tongue began licking the underside of his cock. I rubbed my face and lips with cock. His cock. My fantisies are slowly becoming reality. I am eager, I am hungry as we walk into his bedroom me shedding my clothes and feeling his cock against my chubby frame.
I ease him on the bed, on his back as I crawl between those soft sliky legs in order to taste suck and worship that cock I wanted and needed.I made live to his cock and balls while he stroaked my hair. He kept telling me how warm and soft my mouth was. He asked me a couple of times if I was getting what I wanted and needed. All I could do was whisper "yes" and kept sucking. I wanted his sperm, his jizz, his cum down my hungry throat. I felt him pulsating, shaking and finally feeding me all his seed down my throat. The silky warm consistency flooding my mouth and left me wanting more.
I slid up and kissed my feeder, passing a bit of his cum into his mouth. We french kissed for quite a while. We talked about how much I wanted, needed to be his cocksucker. This went on into the night, me sucking and swallowing every drop of his cum. Never wasting even a drop of his abundant semen.
This became a dream come true fir me. I was HIS cocksucker, HIS cock worshipper HIS cumdump.
More to follow ~