I finally found a guy that I dig sucking off and I think we just sealed an agreement that for the near future, I'm sucking all of his cum. I put the offer down that whenever he needs to shoot, all he's gotta do is text me with a half hour notice and I'll be at his favorite bookstore ready to suck out his load. We've done it about three times now and it keeps getting better.

He ran an ad on craigslist a year or so ago that I responded to. It was blunt and to the point. 6'4" 240# linebacker type wants NSA no recip cocksucker. I fucking jumped at the chance and we met in a parking lot to give each other a look over. He is a big dude alright, and the strong silent type. That time we got a room and he just sat back and enjoyed getting sucked off, nothing really special about it though he had a nice fat cock, not too long that I couldn't swallow it without gagging too easily, and big plum-sized balls that he likes to have tugged on. It was good but I had a feeling it was a one time thing, because after he shot his load he pretty much just got up and walked out. That was cook, I got off to it good.

Yesterday I get this wierd text message from a number I didn't recognize, and I responded to it. I'll be damned if it wasn't him, he said he sent me the message by accident. I asked him if he needed sucked off again and he said yeah, to meet him at a bookstore. I was there at the appointed time and he was in the hall, we went into the room together and he stuffed a few bills in after getting undressed.

I was on my knees in front of the sofa and he stood in front of me. He towers over me like a fucking giant, his junk at the perfect height for my face. He pulls his nuts down out of his gut real rough and I go to work on his dick. He gets hard pretty fast and then he puts my hand around his nuts and indicates to tug on them. Still not a word spoken, just some girl screaming in the porno movie running behind me. I prefer straight porn and apparently so does he, that or he's ignoring it altogether. I suck and pull and tug and he stands over me, legs as big as trees holding him up, I gobble his cock like I haven't eaten in a week, giving him good slobber and gobbler.

After about 5 minutes he sits back on the sofa and I sit indian-style on the floor in front of him. He's looking over my head at the straight porn while I gobble his cock and pull his heavy balls. Now and then he pushes me off his cock, grabs his balls, and pulls them HARD, as if to demonstrate how it should be done. I take it as a lesson and wrap my thumb and middle finger around his nutsack, I can barely hold his balls in my hand, and I pull, I pull I twist, I suck. After about 10 minutes I find that he likes a steady rhythm where I tug his nuts almost as if I were milking a cow, while simultaneously deepthroating his cock.

With this new rhythm going well he pushes a bottle of poppers under my nose, and I am lost - I am a cocksucker for this big bull. His balls are FULL of cum, and I'm going to milk him with my throat. I keep the rhythm steady, not picking up the pace as is tempting to do. I am relentless, maybe even slow, but it seems to be driving him nuts. He hits us both with poppers again, and I can feel his body bucking to the rhythm of my hands on his nuts and my throat around his cock.

For the first time, he begins to make some sounds, he mumbles something I don't understand. I continue a steady, relentless pace. TUG his balls. SWALLOW his cock. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. I can taste a bit of cum now. I've slobbered quite a bit and lubed up my throat quite a lot. I take him as far down my throat as I can perhaps every 3 seconds. He calls out as he cums, but there's no need to announce it. It is like a firehose blasting the back of my throat with hot cum. It fires out of his huge balls as though he hasn't cum in a month. His cum is hot, and a bit salty, and he shoots a full 6 shots of the heavy seed into my throat as I continue my pace. TUG. SWALLOW. TUG. SWALLOW. TUG.

Only now do I stroke my own cock, as the last of his seed is emptied from his balls into my throat. Four strokes and I'm shooting my own load onto the sofa where a thousand others probably have. Damn that was good. We are both spent.

This time he says a few words but not much. I don't want a lot of chatter between us either. I think he may be straight and I'm pretty sure he works on the tarmac at the airport. Doesn't matter, but those particulars add a bit of excitement to the whole scene for me, so I have no need to know the truth. Similarly to our first meeting, we dress and walk out without further speaking.

But this morning I got another text from him asking if I enjoyed it. I told him I wanted more and he said he's working but maybe next week. I told him I'm interested in being his relief, as often as he needs it, and he seemed to really go for that idea. I think I'll be getting a lot of cum this holiday season.