sluttyjimmy

I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. I will attempt to expand further as I have time... I am in my mid-20s and pretty inexperienced when I visit a bathhouse on Saturday afternoon. I am on a mission: I paid for a deluxe room with a TV, used the douche room to get my hole ready for fucking, and put on my white calf-length athletic socks and sneakers - my normal sexy bathhouse attire. I open the door and lie on my stomach with my small pert ass facing up and toward the open doorway, wiggling it slightly to let guys who walk by know that I want to get fucked. While I am not the most handsome guy going, guys usually call me “cute.” I have a 28” waist and a small ass that many men find very fuckable. It is not too long after I position myself on my bed that an older man in his mid-50s confidently walks into my room. As I look over my shoulder at him, I notice he is attractive in an older-man sort of way. I guess he's approximately twice my age and about my dad's age. I debate turning him away. The guy removes his towel without speaking, and I am immediately captivated by his long hard cock. This man, who has not yet introduced himself, walks to the end of the bed and starts to crawl top of me without breaking his stride, clearly wanting to fuck my ass. I stop his cock’s advancement toward my ass, however, when I politely ask, “Would you mind closing the door so you can fuck me without anyone else watching?” The guy gets off the bed, sighing loudly as he does, and I think I may have offended him with my request. He grabs his towel and tells me he will be right back, and as he leaves my room. I am certain that is code for “I am outta here,” so I do not expect him to return. I am ok with that though, because while I like getting fucked, I like doing it in private and being discreet, even at a bathhouse. I am not a slut and take pride in my self-esteem. I am proud of myself for standing up for my convictions and standards, and am confident my ass will attract someone else to fuck me in the privacy of my room soon enough. As I lie on my bed with my ass still facing the open door, I unexpectedly doze off, and I suddenly feel strong hands cupping my ass cheeks. I am slightly startled as I open my eyes and look to the side of the bed to see the older guy has returned. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to me and I notice he now has a small backpack with him that he sits on the built-in nightstand next to my bottle of lube. I notice the loud “thumpa thumpa” music playing in the bathhouse is barely audible because he closed the door to my room when he returned. I feel a sense of gratitude because this stranger has returned to my room as promised and has closed the door as I had requested. I appreciate the respect he is showing me. I say “Hey,” as he removes his hands from my ass and reaches for his backpack. He unzips it and rummages inside for a moment and pulls out a white jockstrap. He sets his backpack back on the nightstand and I wait for him to stand up to put the jockstrap on, when he holds it up and says, “I want you to wear this.” I look at it for a moment before he says, “You have a very hot ass, and this jockstrap is going to make it look even hotter!” I appreciate his compliment and as he gets off the bed and steps a foot or two away, he hands me the jockstrap. His towel falls from his waist, exposing his long hard cock, as I turn over and slip the jockstrap on, pulling it up and positioning the band along my thin waist. The waistband is significantly looser than normal, but I sense the jockstrap is a size medium or large, rather than the small size I normally wear. I roll back over on my stomach, and the guy grabs my bottle of lube from the nightstand. I hear him squirt some on his finger and feel him wiggle his wet fingertip at my pucker hole and push it inside of me. I gasped as his girthy finger opens my hole. He starts to move his finger in a circular motion inside of me as if to open me up wider, preparing my hole for his cock. Given the size and hardness of his cock, I want to give him plenty of opportunity to open my hole up with his finger… I start to moan as his plump finger makes my hole feel so incredibly good. I start to zone out, just appreciating the feeling when his voice brings me back to the present moment. “I did you a favor by closing the door to your room, now I want you to do me a favor,” he purrs in my ear. “What’s that?” I ask. “I want to take you to the darkroom and eat this incredible ass before I bring you back here to your room and fuck you good…” he says in return. I immediately feel conflicted. I like my privacy when I have sex with a guy, even at a bathhouse. I thought I was clear in my expectations and respond, “Can’t you just eat my ass here in my room?” He continues massaging my hole with his finger and says, “This is about compromise. You asked me to fuck you in the privacy of your room and in return, I want to eat your ass in the dark room. If I am going to scratch your itch, then you also need to scratch mine.” I do not know how to respond in the moment because I feel conflicted. On one hand, he did return to my room when I thought he had left for good. He also closed my door as I requested… “Have you ever been in the dark room here?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts. “No” in nervously respond. “It is a series of small booths in a dark space that is only lit by black lighting. The best part about it is that no one will see what we look like. The black light will not light up our faces or bodies. It will light up the jockstrap as well as your gym socks and running shoes, but no one will be able to see you otherwise. Since I do not have any clothes on, guys will only see a my profile and only when they are up close to me.” As I think about what he has told me, I become a bit intrigued… “The other thing to know,” he continues, “is that you and I will both be in booths with doors closed and locked, so no one will see us. There is one particular booth that has a large gloryhole the size of my fucking face. You can bend over and spread your cheeks in the privacy of your booth, and I will eat your fucking ass from the booth next to you. Once I eat your ass real good, I will make sure you want to come back to your room where I can fuck you for as long as you want. If you decide you want to stay in your booth, then I can fuck you privately there.” There is a pause before he adds, “Okay?” I think about it for a moment as I look at his smile. I hesitantly respond, “I guess,” but if I tell you I want to come back here so you can fuck me in private, that will be ok with you?” “Absolutely!” he responds in an affirming and supportive tone and with a smile on his face. As I get up off the bed, he says “I am so glad I get to show you the dark room. I think you are really doing to like it!” I reach for room key and go to grab my towel to put it around my waist when he says, “No towel needed for where we are going. Leave it here and just wear what you have on.” I want the guys here to be so envious of the ass I am going to fuck in private. I hesitantly leave my towel and turn toward the door as he grabs his backpack and zips it closed. He grabs my bottle of lube off the nightstand, saying “We can’t forget this in case you want me to fuck you through the gloryhole,” and slings his backpack over his shoulder. As I reached for the doorknob to open the door, I feel his finger wiggling in between my ass cheeks. He inserts his thick middle finger all the way up my ass, and I feel the knuckles of his other fingers against my ass cheeks. As we leave my room, I feel like I am blushing wildly, feeling totally on display as this guy’s middle finger literally pushes me forward down the hallway. I look over at him, and he has the biggest smile on his face as he guides me down the hall. The hallway is full of guys and as we pass each one, this guy, whose name I realize I still do not know, smiles and says “Hey!” to each and every one of them. I do not keep track because I was so embarrassed, but he must say “Hey” to at least 15-20 different guys as he pushes me along by his middle finger. Even if the guys in the hall are not looking at us, his “Hey” gets their attention and they are staring at this guy’s finger up my ass and pushing me down the hallway by the time we walk by. I feel I have lost control of the situation and feel I am about to move into “fight or flight” mode right as he exclaims, “We’re here!” There is an darkness as I look through the open doorway in front of us. Directly in front of the doorway is a white sandwich board and I breathe a sigh of relief as it reads, “Closed for Cleaning.” I excitedly exclaim, “I guess we can go back to my room so you can fuck me!” The stranger with his finger still up my ass says, “No worries, buddy! I know the guy working this shift and he will be totally ok with me showing you the dark room now. And better yet, it will just be you and me in the dark room so no one will see or disturb us in any way! You can’t get more private that that!” And with that, he pushes his middle finger forward to cross us over the doorway threshold. As we jointly move into the dark area, I look down and see the jockstrap, my socks, and my sneakers are lit up bright, but I cannot not really see my own body and can just barely see the silhouette of the man standing right next to me. There is very faint lighting down near the baseboard on the right side of the hallway, that allows us to navigate the hallway, but to not really see much else. On the left side, there is no lighting, but I stick my hand out and feel the wall and then an opening, followed by more wall, and another opening. I presume these are the booths my unnamed fuck buddy referred to when he sold me on this idea. We walk down the hallway and then turn left, heading down a second hallway. After a point, my buddy, tells me to stop and he shifts his body, in effect turning himself and me by his middle finger up my ass at what I presume is a 90 degree angle. He pushes me forward again and we squeeze through a narrow doorway side-by-side. It is totally dark in here and I am reminded of Halloween basements that my neighborhood friends turned into spooky rooms to scare the younger kids when I was little. The darkness is disorienting. I am brought out of my childhood memories by the sound of a “click” and then a dim red light unexpectedly lights the space. As my eyes orient to the booth, my buddy says “I turned the red light on so you can see the set-up in here. The cleaning people use this light to clean individual rooms without disrupting the rest of the area.” “Look over here” and he points to one of the walls perpendicular to the doorway and on the opposite wall from the light switch. There is the gloryhole that you are going to back your ass up to and let me eat it from the adjoining booth.” Then he exclaims, “This is so fucking hot!” He pulls his finger out of my hole and turns so he is facing me. He puts his hands on both of my shoulders and turns me, so my ass is facing the glory hole. He starts to push my ass and my body back toward it. As we get closer to the wall, he tells me to put both of my hands on my ass cheeks and to spread them with my fingers and to bend slightly at my waist. He pushes me back further, so my cheeks press against the wall with most of my ass and both of my hands fully exposed to the gloryhole opening. He then tells me to stay right there and not to move. He also tells me he is going to the booth next door and turns off the red light as I hear him walk out the doorway and along the hallway to the booth now behind my ass. He raises his voice to ask, “Can you hear me?” and I tell him I can. He says he is going to grab onto the waistband of the jockstrap and pull it tight to give him leverage, so he can hold me in place to more easily eat my hole. He tells me to keep my hands in place and to spread my ass cheeks as wide as possible. I do as he requests and feel the waistband tighten around my waist until my waist is tightly against the wall. My buddy has quite a grip and I am unable to move my waist away from the wall. After a moment, I feel the strange sensation of the jockstrap tightening even further against my thigh, and realize he has pulled one of the thinner straps supporting the underside of my left ass cheek through the gloryhole. As my brain attempts to make sense of it, the second thin strap supporting my right butt check is pulled through the glory hole, completely holding me in place against the wall. For an instant, I wonder how the hell this guy was holding onto the three straps tight, when I feel the amazing sensation of his tongue on my little pucker hole and totally forget my thought. My hands are now fully wedged between my ass cheeks and the wall, with my fingers feeling the stubble from the guy’s cheeks as he eats my fucking ass! It feels so fucking amazing that I start to moan like a fucking bitch in heat. After several minutes of eating my ass, my buddy suddenly stops. I hear the shuffle of his feet and his footsteps as he walks out of his booth, along the hallway, and back into my booth. I can only see the faint silhouette of his body as he approaches me with the red light now off. “Did that feel good, boy?” he asks in a husky tone. I can barely mutter “yes.” “Open your mouth, boy.” and I do as instructed. “Wider!” he commands and I open it even further. I suddenly feel a strange sensation in my mouth. Something is entering my mouth, but I cannot not make sense of it. I start to move my head but he yells “Hold still and bend your head down!” I attempt to move my body away from the gloryhole, but it will not move. Even with this guy in my booth, I suddenly realize I am still completely restrained against the gloryhole and unable to move. I start to panic as I realize he must have somehow secured the three straps of the jockstrap to the inside of his booth making me totally immobile. I am now on emotional overload as I feel something wrap around the sides and the back of my head in the dark. I felt a tight yank behind my head, and it feels like there is a belt around my head. “Lift your head up,” he commands, and once my head was facing forward, I hear a steady “click, click, click” as I feel my mouth start opening wider on its own! I start to protest but I can no longer speak. I make sounds but no words come out!!! I feel an increased sense of panic as I keep trying to speak, when suddenly the red light to my booth turns on and the guy walks out of my booth without even looking at me, heading back to his own booth, and leaving the red light on! I attempt to call out to him, but he is no longer in my booth and can not hear anything other than garbled noises due to the mouth spreader. I suddenly feel a strange sensation on the other side of the gloryhole. He has wrapped something around one of my thumbs and pulls it tight. Before I can react, he does the same thing with my other thumb. I instinctively attempt to pull my thumbs and hands apart, but they are now stuck together with my hands still holding my ass cheeks apart! My brain is totally overwhelmed when I hear the guy on the other side of the glory hole ask, “Do you wanna get fucked here or in the privacy of your room, boy?” I attempt to yell “MY ROOM!” but the words are totally lost. I keep yelling, “MY ROOM! MY ROOM! MY ROOM!” and suddenly, I hear him yell back, “Sounds good! I am gonna fuck you here then!!” And with that, I feel the guy push his long hard cock up inside of me, all the way with one steady thrust!” It is not long before he pulls it back out and sticks it all the way back inside. He does not give me time to adjust as he long dicks me over-and-over-and over again. He pulls all the way out and I feel cool air hit my open hole before he plugs it back up again. I am not sure how long he fucks me for, but I suddenly jolt back into the moment, when the fluorescent lights come on in my booth and in the hallway. I start to panic as I hear footsteps getting closer while the guy continues to fuck me, and I then hear an unfamiliar voice say “Hey Buddy, how’s it going?!” with a tone of curiosity. I hear the guy fucking me respond with: “Oh hey, bud! I have a boy that wants me to fuck him through the gloryhole here…I hope you don’t mind.” The stranger responds, “No worries, Bud…Take all the time you need!” After a pause, I hear the stranger ask, “Does he have a nice hole?” to which my buddy says, “Absofuckinglutely!!!” The stranger chuckles and responds, “I will leave you to it then…Enjoy!” as I hear his footsteps leave my buddy’s booth and walk away from us. The fluorescent lights soon turn off, putting us back exactly where we were before the interruption. The guy fucks me for what seems like forever, and then I hear him start to moan, before loudly yelling, “Take my fucking nut!” And with that, I feel his cock pulsate over-and-over inside of my hole as he dumps his man juice deep inside of me… After I bit, the guy pulls out of me and my hole feels open, until I feel him insert something up my hole to keep it plugged. I am not sure what he stuck up my hole as I continue to hear him on the other side of the wall, but am unsure what he is doing. After a few minutes, I hear him walk out of his booth, but rather than walking over toward my booth, I hear his footsteps get lighter as he fucking walks away! I am now in full panic mode, praying he will come back and release me. In the meantime, my thumbs are still stuck together, with my hands hold my ass cheeks apart, and my body is completely upright and securely restrained against the wall by the straps of the jockstrap pulled through the gloryhole and tightly secured within the booth behind me. As I desperately search for a way out of this situation, I really take in my space for the first time. As I look around, I realize there is no door on my booth, because I am not in a booth. I am in a small room that is visible to anyone who walks by the doorway at any time. I look straight ahead and see the light switch the guy used to turn the red light on earlier and mentally try to will the light to turn off to be hidden in the darkness. With my thumbs tied, there was no way for me to turn it off. I suddenly hear my buddy’s footsteps…Thank God, he's finally coming back to release me! He walks back into his booth, and I feel his hand against my ass. I suddenly hear a surprised, "What the fuck?!" in a voice that sounds more like the bathhouse employee who interrupted the guy fucking me, rather than the guy who coaxed me into the dark room! I hear him say "I don't think I'm going to need any of the lube from the bottle stuck up your ass," as I feel his cock press against my open hole, stuffing me even more full than the first guy. After a good while, I hear the bathhouse employee grunt loudly as he adds his ball-batter up my hole. It was not too long before he pulls his cock out of me, and I feel him stick my bottle of lube back up my hole to keep the two loads of nut-nectar inside of me. “What the actual fuck!” I think to myself as I try to figure a way of freeing myself and getting back to the privacy of my room. My thoughts are once again disrupted when I hear the same male employee who just fucked me full of his jizz announce over the PA system that the Dark Room is now clean and back open for business!” I feel my eyes bug out of my head as I desperately but unsuccessfully attempt to release myself from my unintended restraints. I soon hear the distant sound of multiple sets of footsteps getting closer to the open room where guys will see me and my restrained and helpless body, thanks to there being no door to give me privacy and the red light being left on. What the fuck have I gotten myself into and how long is it going to last?!!! (To be continued…)

It has been a few years, but I have used the Marco Polo motel in Seattle to be a total slut. it is at 4114 Aurora. It is inexpensive and has a slutty vibe that fits me well. It has a parking lot and easy access for guys to access your room directly from outside. I usually requested a quiet room, which always ended up being the far end of the motel, away from the office, whereby guys would discreetly cum and go without drawing attention. I would use the hookup apps to find local guys willing to drive over and it is close enough to downtown and Capitol Hill, so it was easy for guys to get to me, and for me to travel to guys when they needed to host. I could discreetly leave a key card under the welcome mat so guys could let themselves in rather than knocking. I have also used the Hotel Nexus in the Northgate area. Outside access to each room and a parking lot for easy access. It's right near I-5 so it is easy access for guys and for you, if you end up traveling to meet up. It also avoids the hassle of downtown, but is still convenient to downtown and Capitol Hill if desired. It is also just one exit a few miles to Hollywood Erotic Boutique and it's basement adult theater, when the hookup apps were slow and I felt like getting out of my room and into a more public space for naked fun. For me at Hotel Nexus, it was important to request a ground floor room, which I would call and request after booking on-line. They have an outside elevator to the other floors that is located in a tower. Sometimes the door to the elevator tower is locked and you need a room key to access the elevator and sometimes the lock to the elevator tower was broken and no key card needed. Having a ground level room allowed guys to access my room without me needing to meet them downstairs so they could access the elevator if the lock to the elevator tower was functional. Being the total slut that I am, one work-around to the elevator tower i used was to hide an extra room key card outside, under one of the waste cans or under one of the ground floor room's welcome mats that was out of the way and discreet. Some guys were turned on by having to discreetly get the key card to access the elevator and for some guys that was a buzz kill and missed opportunity. Club Z can be hit or miss, but weekends, including Friday nights, tend to be active. Your window of activity arriving about 1am on a Friday may be limited to a few hours, since in my experience, it tends to slow down by 4am - 5am, except for die hards who sometimes are not looking for fun because they are hanging in friends or have missed the window to shoot their loads. Saturday and even Sunday nights could have more activity, but I usually arrived earlier in the evening, whereby even if it was dead by being early, I did not miss out on any potential opportunities for cock and cum. It has been a few years since I was last at Club Z so I am not sure of current trends. I hope you have tons of fun on your upcoming trip!

I prefer swallowing every drop. One time though, a stranger I randomly met on BBRT ordered me into the bathroom. He commanded me to strip off my clothes when I first arrived in the bathroom. Without having any idea what he had in mind, he motioned for me to get into the tub because he wanted me to take a shower. As he watched me, I reached to turn the water on with the shower curtain still open, but he stopped me and ordered me to grab the bar of soap and bottle of shampoo on the side ledge and then commanded me to kneel in the tub. Without any warning, he pissed all over me until I was completely drenched in his piss, including getting some in my eyes due to the lack of warning. The guy then ordered me to use the soap and shampoo to lather up my body and hair "real good." When I was completely lathered, then let loose another massive stream; more than I thought was possible. The guy was strategic in his approach, starting his solid stream of piss at the top of my head and hair and working his way down until his piss completely rinsed off all of the shampoo and soap from my body. He then ordered me to stand up and handed me my sweatshirt and underwear to dry myself off. Once I was dry, I set my sweatshirt and underwear in the tub so I would not get his bathroom wet from his piss. The guy then ordered me to put my socks and sneakers back on, and then commanded me to pick up my remaining clothes and walk outside onto his private backyard deck. This guy used me as his personal cum slut, as he fucked me hard from behind for a good 30 minutes or so, until he dumped his load up my ass. While I thought this guy was finally done, he held still and pissed yet another a massive amount up my fuck hole, adding it to his still-warm load of cum. I was a bit shocked, asking out loud in disbelief, "Where the fuck is all your piss coming from?!!!" He did not respond, and I finally felt the stream subside inside of me. He ordered me to clench my used hole tight so none of his fluids would escape from their new home, before pulling his still rock hard cock out of my hole. He then ordered me to get dressed, commanding that I hold his fluids inside of me until I got home. As I finished putting on my soaked clothes, he commanded, "Now get out!" and pointed to the wooden gate leading out of his backyard. I felt so fucking full of his fluids as I drove home as quickly as possible, trying not to speed, but feeling an increased sense of urgency to sit on a toilet and pee like a fucking girl. It was too late for me to pull over, get my shorts down around my ankles, and to squat on the side of the road, when the sad reality that this strangers cum and piss was about to burst through my puffy and stretched fuckhole. I could not keep it clenched any longer, no matter how hard I tried. All these years later, I still remember the conflicting feelings. I could feel the uncomfortable and extreme bloating disappear from deep inside my body, as the stranger's massive amounts of body fluids started flowing out of my used pucker hole. The fluids took control of the situation and poured out of me with no hesitation once the flow initially started. I also vividly remember the total sense of dread as the fluids completely saturated my shorts and cloth car seat. When I finally got home, I made sure no one was around to see me, and I quickly jumped out of my car and ran to my front door. I realized in that moment, piss and cum was running down the back of my legs and into my athletic socks. I did not even have the presence of mind to take my sneakers off to keep them dry, and as I reached the front door, I could feel the wetness of his stranger's body fluids settling in my sneakers and under the heels of my feet...I knew at that moment, it was an experience I would never forget.

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You should post a photo gallery of you in action! I have a buddy who I have sucked off lots of times over many years. He has taken both photos and videos of my mouth nursing on his cock using his phone. He likes to watch the videos after-the-fact, texting me to let me know he is watching me in action. A few years ago, my buddy started having me record videos when I sucked other guys off and upload the full videos to a shared Google Drive folder by sending me a link. As instructed, the videos start with me turning my phone camera on, looking into the camera lens, before I position the camera in place and my mouth gets to work on the guy's cock. Once I have sucked down the guy's load and cleaned his cock and sent him on his way, I use an email link my buddy sends to upload the video file to a shared folder called "Jimmy's Excellent Cock Sucking & Cum Guzzling Adventures." My buddy has also had me have other guys video me in action with my phone camera, which I have uploaded. More times than not, a stranger wants a souvenir video to also keep for himself long-term and will use his own phone to video me. When guys use their own phones, my buddy emails them a link to the Shared Drive folder to directly upload the video themselves. My buddy, liking variety, has also arranged for other cocks for me to suck off, with the understanding the guys show up at my place, video me sucking their cocks and guzzling down their cum on their phones, and then use a link to upload the video to the Shared Drive folder. A few times my buddy has had me call him before a guy arrives, and he watches me suck the guy off, verbally encouraging me on speaker phone to be a good cock and cum slut while the guy with his cock in my mouth can hear my buddy's words of encouragement. He has these strangers record the suck-off sessions on their phones so the video, including the voice of my buddy's words of encouragement, can be uploaded. I have asked my buddy to make sure that he un-shares and removes the stranger's access to the Shared Drive folder link once the guy uploads his video for my buddy to watch. My buddy has assured me that he has deleted the access for all these strangers. I assume we are good because I only have access to a functional Shared Drive folder link when I am ready to upload a new video and he removes the access as soon as the file is uploaded. The last time I uploaded a video, I could not tell exactly how many videos were in the Shared Drive folder, but there were too many for me to count before my buddy disabled my access link and watched the video for himself. At this point, I do not suck a cock without it being recorded and uploaded to my buddy's Shared Drive folder so he always gets to watch every single cock I suck off...He's creating quite a large video library of Jimmy's excellent cock sucking & cum guzzling adventures!

Even though it was not a term back then, the dirty old man who had catfished me only referred to himself as “Daddy” throughout the entire night that he used my mouth and throat. He also taught me that night that there is a difference between cocksucking and throat fucking, and that night, he taught me all about throat fucking. For the first few hours of the night, he pushed his cock down my throat repeatedly while he sat in his overstuffed chair watching porn, and I was squatted on the floor between his legs. He stuck his cock down my throat, holding my head in place against his fat belly so I could not breathe and I wildly attempted to gasp for air. I attempted to make noise, and he commented how great the vibration made his cock feel. He’d eventually released me so I could gasp some air, only to pull me forward and stuff his cock back down my throat again so we could repeat the process over-and-over-and-over many consecutive times. At some point, he stuffed his cock all the way down my throat and stood up. He commanded, “Time to move!” while he held me in place with his cock completely lodged down my throat. He grabbed ahold of each of my ears, closing his fingers against the palms of his hands with my ears firmly gripped in between. He started to move sideways out from in front of his chair, and once he cleared the chair, he turned himself to a 90-degree angle and ordered, “Come with me cock slut!” as he maintained his firm grip on my ears and started walking backwards toward what I found out was his bedroom. I was able to breathe through my nose as I awkwardly tried to walk on my knees to keep pace with him, while his cock continued to impale my throat, anchoring me in place. It was a lost cause, however, and I wrapped my arms around his thighs and grabbed onto his ass with my hands. When my knees could not keep pace, they dragged against the carpeted floor, my throat fully impaled on his cock the entire time, until we reached the bedroom. When we reached the bedroom, the old man pulled his cock out of me and ordered me up on the bed and on my back, with my head at the side of the bed on the edge. He grabbed the sides of my head with both hands, firmly clamping to create a head vice. He roughly pulled me about 18” forward by my head, so my head hung off the side of the bed, with my neck bent and my mouth positioned at roughly a 45-degree angle. I remember being shocked at the firmness of his hands against the sides of my head to move my 140-lb body forward 18”. For an old fart, he used my head to move my entire body with hardly any effort. Now that I was in position with my head hanging over the bed, he squatted down over my face and told me to open my mouth wide. While I expected him to stick his cock down my throat, he actually stuffed his big nuts in my mouth and told me to suck them. His nuts filled my mouth, which was stretched as wide as possible to fit them and I sucked on them for a good long time. I was having some trouble breathing, but I could catch some air better this way than when he was sitting in his chair with my cock down my throat. At some point, he pulled his balls out of my mouth and rested them on my face and nose. After a brief moment, I felt his full weight on on the bed and my upper chest and arms as he crawled up on the bed with his knees on the mattress. His ass was still hanging over the mattress as he spread his right ass cheek with his right hand while he grabbed my hair with his left, pulling my head up to his ass. He bellowed, "Eat my ass, you fucking slut!" as my face was consumed by his fat ass. He ordered me to keep my tongue on his hole as he let go of my hair and spread both of his ass cheeks wide with his hands. His ass was so huge, his cheeks smothered me even with my neck bent over the mattress. I am not sure how long I ate his ass, but there were moments when I felt like I might pass out due to lack of air, but I never quite lost consciousness. As the dirty old man finally lifted himself back off the bed and beyond my head, he ordered me to stay in position and to close my eyes and keep my mouth open as wide as possible. I heard him open his nightstand drawer and close it again. I soon felt something strange against my mouth and teeth and felt a different type of pressure against my head, like a belt wrapped tightly around my head. I intuitively opened my eyes at the strange feeling. At that moment, I heard a click-click-click and my mouth started to open wide but in a way that was out of my control. The dirty old geezer had inserted a mouth spreader which he was opening to full capacity. My eyes bugged out of my head in surprise, and I started to move, but he moved forward and held me firmly in place. After I settled, he let go of me and he moved away, kneeling down near my head. I felt his fingers underneath my head, and heard a soft “click.” The old fart then held up a small padlock key to show me, before standing up and sticking it in his bathroom pocket along with the key to his deadbolt. I was totally disoriented as I heard him say, “Time to give that throat a good workout, boy!” as he squatted to align his cock with my spread mouth. He pushed his cock in my mouth and down my throat, holding my throat with the palm of his hand. He did this repeatedly and I started to gag up throat slime and mucus…LOTS OF IT! I could not really swallow with the mouth spreader open so wide, not to mention his cock down my throat, and mucus, drool, and snot was coming out of my mouth and nose. I had tears in my eyes as he continued to use my throat for all it was worth. The mucus ran down my forehead and into my hair. My head and face were a gooey mess as he relentlessly used my throat. I am not sure how long he throat fucked me like this, but it seemed like forever. Eventually, the old fuck pulled his cock out of my throat and announced it was time to make him cum. He squatted down near my head, and I watched him pull the padlock key out of his bathrobe pocket. He unlocked the mouth spreader and lowered it a bit to remove it from my mouth and tossed it on the carpet. He stood back up and ordered me to “Open up!” and he pushed his cock back in my mouth and down my throat. His fat belly was totally covering my face as he continued to fuck my throat, pulling his cock all the way out and then shoving it all the way back down my throat to the hilt. He did this repeatedly with both of his hands on my neck until I heard him yell, “Here comes my big load, bitch boy” and he stuffed his cock down my throat and I felt it spasm several times. I realized the head of his cock was too far down my throat for me to taste his cum just as I heard him say “Fuck, my hands can feel my cock spasm inside your fucking throat!” Once his cock was done spasming, he pulled his cock out like a guy pulls out an oil dipstick to check the oil levels in a car. He saw there was still cum on the head of his cock and saliva on the sides, so he proceeded to wipe his cock on my face and in my hair to clean it off. He eventually stepped away from the bed and announced it was time for me to go. I slowly rolled myself over on his bed and felt very lightheaded as I tried to stand up. I asked him to give me a minute to adjust and eventually got myself standing but was very unsteady on my feet. I asked the guy if I could use his bathroom to clean up and realized my throat was incredibly sore and my voice was totally hoarse from the intense fuck his cock had given it. I thought I misheard him when he said “No time to use the bathroom. You do not want to miss your bus.” Being confused, I asked “what?” and he said, “You need to leave now so you do not miss your bus…Let’s go!,” as he walked out of his bedroom with me slowly following. When he arrived at the front door and took the deadbolt key out of his bathrobe pocket. He unlocked the door as I stood there with my face, head, and hair covered with throat slime, mucus, and snot. The first of the slime had started to dry and was matted in my hair. The fresh stuff was still wet and gooey. While there was no mirror for me to look in, I knew my head and face had to be a fucking mess. I debated pleading with the old fuck who had catfished me and totally used me as his personal cock slut to please let me use the bathroom to clean up, but before I could formulate the words, he simply opened the door and calmly said “Bye” as he gently guided me out the front door and into the hallway, promptly closing his front door and re-locking it. As I walked toward the stairwell, I opened my coat and pulled it up and around my face and head, similar to when drying off my face and hair when using a bath towel after a shower. I tried to remove as much slime as possible, but I knew it was a lost cause and prayed there would be no one on the bus taking me back to campus at this early hour. I also hoped my two roommates would be sleeping when I got home because they would relentlessly nag me about my appearance if they saw me, but what could I possibly say?! Sometimes they stayed up playing Super Mario Bros or Donkey Kong all night, so it was a crap shoot as to if they would still be awake in the living room that I needed to walk through to get to the bathroom and my bedroom in the apartment we shared. As I sat down on the bench at the covered bus stop and looked at the posted bus schedule, I realized I had about 20 minutes to wait until the bus was scheduled to pick me up…

Something similar happened to me when I was in college one wintery night in upstate New York. At that time, chat lines by phone were available for guys to send voice messages back and forth to one another real time. It was archaic but it worked somewhat reliably for horny guys to hook up from the comfort of your own home, including from my apartment directly across from the main entrance to the college I attended. I eventually received a message from a guy in his mid-20s, finding out he could host at his apartment that was about three miles away, since my two roommates were an obstacle to me hosting. He said he was familiar with the college bus schedule, since he hooked up with campus guys regularly, and I should take bus 176 that stopped at the college’s main entrance at 10:05pm. He said the bus would make multiple stops in the neighboring areas before it headed straight down the main boulevard. About three miles down, it would turn off the boulevard, and right as the bus turned, that I should hit the pull cord, as his apartment was directly across the street from the first stop right after the turn. I did as instructed, and walked up to the second floor, found his apartment, and knocked. I was full of anticipation as I knocked on the door, looking forward to seeing the hot 20-something guy I had traded messages with on the phone. When the door opened, I was shocked and confused as I was looking at an unattractive overweight guy who had to be in his mid-to-late 60s. He had a crazy long unkempt white beard and unruly Albert Einstein-like gray hair. He wore a bathrobe, tall black socks, and slippers. I felt my eyes open wide in shock, as I attempted to make sense of the old man in front of me whom I was not expecting to answer the door. I thought I must have the wrong apartment when he motioned me to enter. I finally found my voice as I said, "Um...Sorry, but I gotta go" and turned to leave. He responded, in turn, with "Before you leave, Jimmy, you should realize there are no more buses stopping out front until about 6am tomorrow morning and this is not the safest neighborhood to be walking in the middle of the night." I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. It was after all, before the age of cell phones, Uber, and Lyft. It was also very cold and snowy outside, and there was no way I could walk the three miles back to my apartment in that weather. The guy startled me out of my distracted state by impatiently asking, "Are you coming in or not?!" Feeling I had no other alternative, I cautiously walked into his apartment, and he closed the door behind me. I instantly changed my mind and turned back toward the door, and I saw him lock the deadbolt with a key, which he removed from the lock and put in the pocket of his bathrobe. "Let's go, college boy" broke me from my thoughts of leaving, as he pointed his index finger toward the main living space and confidently walked past me. The old man, old enough to be my fucking grandpa, walked to his oversized BarcaLounger, and turned around to face me. He untied and opened his bathrobe, and as he sat his fat ass down to get comfortable, he said, "I have something special for a cock slut like you to enjoy until the next bus comes around. Get on your knees!" I slowly walked over and squatted down between his spread legs, his hard fat cock pointing toward my mouth. As I got in position, he lost patience and firmly grabbed two fists full of my hair, abruptly pulling me forward as he bellowed, "Open wide for Daddy, you fucking cock slut!" as he pulled my mouth onto his cock and right down my throat in one fluid motion. He held me firmly in place with my face smooshed against his fat belly so my throat could get used to his cock being deep inside, as I started to gasp for air....I knew this was the beginning of a very long night.

38 hours shortly after I turned 18. Posted the experience under topic "How Did You Learn To Suck Cock." Was unexpectedly stripped down and my clothes taken away by a buddy and monitored by the counter guys at the adult bookstore to make sure I did what I was born to do.

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Chapter 5 - "Providing Mike’s Swimmers With A New Place to Call Home - For 6 Years." Mike was a stunning man who told me the first time I messaged him on the hook-up app that he needed a mouth to take care of his morning wood on a regular basis. I was hesitant because he was 19 and very hot. I was sure he would want someone comparable to himself in age and looks. Mike also reeked a confidence, cockiness, and superiority that must come when you are a young and very hot stud. I sensed Mike got lots of attention, always got he wanted, and took what he wanted. Mike considered me old, at 37, and mocked me when he sarcastically stated I would have been in high school the year he was born and yet now he was “the man" and I was gonna be his "fag-boy!" It quickly became clear that my mouth was just an object for Mike – an object he wanted to take possession of. To emphasize the point, Mike ordered me to send him a photo of ‘the mouth," emphasizing "just the fucking mouth.” I cropped a recent photo of me smiling for the camera and sent it to Mike, which clearly annoyed him, as he boldly responded back “I want a picture of the fucking wide-open mouth! I wanna see where my swimmers are gonna call home!” I took a photo of my wide-open mouth and after receiving it, Mike gave me his address and told me to “hurry the fuck up!” Mike gave clear instructions: His front door would be unlocked, and my mouth was to let itself in. He said to walk through the living room and down the short hallway. I was instructed to open the door at the end of the hallway on the left, and his cock would be waiting. I did as instructed, expecting when I opened the door at the end of the hallway that I would find Mike in his bedroom. Instead, I found Mike in his bathroom…sitting on the toilet, naked except for his athletic socks, with his legs spread wide. Mike was fucking stunning, with his hair messed from sleeping on it, in a sexy model kind of way. He also had the most amazing looking cock! Mike was so fucking hot that I just froze at the doorway, mesmerized by the view, not even realizing my mouth had fallen open. Mike commanded, “get your fucking mouth over on this man cock!” I rushed forward, slid down on my knees between his legs and got to work. My mouth fully committed to the beautiful cock in front of it and I got in what I call “the zone.” I lost all track of time, and I was hypnotized to the point that nothing existed except for my mouth and Mike’s mind-blowing cock. I am not sure how much time went by with me “in the zone,” but the spell was broken when I heard a loud “kerplunk” and the sound of a splash, followed by Mike letting out a loud exhale, like he had been holding his breath. OMFG!: Mike was taking his fucking morning dump! I immediately started pulling my mouth off his cock to move away from the toilet when Mike grabbed both of my ears with this hands, fisting them closed, having a tight grip, and pulling me fully back onto his cock. "OH NO YOU DON’T!...You still have a job to do!” I hesitantly resumed bobbing up and down on Mike’s masterpiece as he continued to hold me in place by my ears, and once he knew I was not going anywhere, Mike let go of my ears just as I heard another loud “kerplunk" and "splash.” I did not move away this time and kept my bobbing up-and-down rhythm at a constant pace. At some point, I heard the familiar sound of “kerplunk" and "splash” yet again, as Mike proudly announced with a cocky chuckle, “this is what they call fucking multi-tasking!” I started to pick up the pace, and I heard Mike’s breathing start to become more erratic, and I knew he was getting close. He suddenly slapped the side of my face really hard once with his open hand, completely startling me and causing me to stop sucking for a moment, with my mouth still firmly secured around his cock. Mike then commanded, “Look at me fag-boy!” and I tilted my head up making eye contact, while keeping my mouth firmly on his cock. I was captivated by Mike’s stunning face, noticing his eyes were glaring at me to emphasize the control Mike had over me and my mouth in that moment. “You are gonna make my cock cum, but you are not gonna swallow my swimmers...YET! You are gonna hold millions of my baby makers in your mouth until I tell you…and if you swallow them without my permission, I will 'beat your ass!’…Do you get me?!” I slowly nodded my head up and down and I started bobbing up and down on his cock once again. I picked up the pace and Mike’s breathing became erratic once again. Mike soon screamed, “Here ya go, fag-boy…I’m fillin your fucking mouth with my fucking swimmers!!!” And with that, Mike’s cock exploded with streams of his swimmers pouring into their new home. Mike's breathing eventually returned to normal, when he glared down at me saying, “Open up your mouth fag-boy.” I opened my wide, showing him his heavy load. Mike then said, “I am going to say a magic word, fag-boy ,and when I do, you are gonna swallow each and every one of my swimmers. You got that and are you ready?” I nodded up and down and then heard Mike say the magic word…“FLUSH!” At that exact moment, as I swallowed all of his baby makers, Mike reached his left arm and hand around in front of his chest and his right shoulder and flushed his morning dump down the toilet. As I still knelt on the bathroom floor between Mike’s legs, he bellowed “Now get the hell out and see you right here on the floor between my legs tomorrow morning at 8am. You better fucking be here! As I walked out the front door, I heard Mike turn on the shower. I returned the following morning at 8am and most weekday mornings thereafter to take care of Mike’s morning wood while he took his morning dump. Mike lived only about 10 blocks from where I worked and based on our schedules and it being so convenient, my mouth reported for duty almost every Monday – Friday for six years, with limited breaks if Mike could not make it work. Best estimate is my mouth spent about 1,460 mornings in Mike's bathroom, providing his swimmers with a new place to call home while he took his morning dumps. My mouth always swallowed Mike's baby makers when he boldly yelled “FLUSH,” while he simultaneously flushed his morning dump down the toilet. Mike's Morning Wood: Fag-Boy Providing Mike's Swimmers With a New Place To Call Home:

Chapter 4 - "Casper Serving Up His Gooey Treats for 5 years." I met a cock on-line one Halloween night that wanted to anonymously unload in my mouth. When we initially communicated on-line, I asked the guy for his first name to be polite, and he responded, “You can call me Casper.” He never asked me for my name. This guy knew what he wanted and got directly to the point: He provided me with his address, an access code that would auto-buzz me into his high-rise condo building without us needing to connect directly when I arrived. He instructed me to take the elevator to the 32nd floor, let myself into condo 3207, and find his cock waiting for my mouth in his bedroom. With it being Halloween, he reiterated his cock was going to "serve up a gooey treat." I did exactly as instructed by loudly announcing "TRICK OR TREAT!" as I walked into Casper's bedroom. But as soon as the words left my mouth, I literally stopped in my tracks in surprise: There, Casper was sitting in a sex swing that was suspended from the ceiling. He was naked from the waist down, except for white sneakers and calf-length white athletic socks with “BOO” embroidered on the sides with thick black thread. The foot stirrups kept his legs spread wide and he seemed very comfortable as he dangled in the air. This stranger had a thick rock-hard cock that immediately grabbed my attention, but I was distracted and immediately turned on by the fact that Casper's head and upper torso were covered by a white sheet. He was dressed as a fucking ghost for Halloween, complete with eye cut-outs so he knew exactly what I looked like standing in front of him, but I had no fucking clue about him, other than his eyes, his thick cock, athletic legs, and big feet! There was a large bean bag chair positioned on the floor between Casper's spread legs and as I sat on it, it positioned my mouth perfectly. I wrapped my lips and mouth around his cock, having to open up wider than normal due to the thickness. My mouth sucked his cock for a good 30 minutes until he groaned and I gobbled down his goo. After cleaning his cock like the good little cock slut I was born to be, I wished Casper "Happy Halloween" and let myself out. Casper stayed in touch and fed me his ghostly goo an average of three times a week for the next five years. Every time I arrived in his bedroom, I loudly announced "TRICK OR TREAT!" as instructed. He was always seated in the swing, wearing the same sheet, socks, and sneakers, even though it was not always Halloween. Regardless, after Casper served up his goo, I always said "Happy Halloween" before I let myself out. To confirm though: Casper made sure to serve up his gooey treats every Halloween night for the next five years until I moved out of town. I estimate Casper’s "goo stick" served up almost 800 treats for my mouth to savor and my tummy to enjoy. Once, I saw a guy in public who I did not recognize, but his eyes looked so fucking familiar I could not resist. I was bold enough to walk up to the guy and all I said was “Casper???...” The handsome guy in his early 30s turned and walked away without saying a word. I wondered about the perceived twinkle I saw in those familiar eyes and the smirk on this stranger's unrecognizable face: Was it my overactive imagination?...Suggestive reasoning? Or was it really Casper?! I would have known for sure if he had just removed his jeans and underwear so I could see him more clearly from the waist down...but alas, I will likely never know for sure! Casper's Swing: Casper's "Goo Stick:" "Happy Halloween, Casper!"

I'm a small guy at 5'7" and 150 lbs. I want big puffy thick nipples, which is contrary to my overall body type and size, but getting them pierced has permanently plumped them up good. Guys manhandling my nipples also works well. When I am at a bathhouse or a bar, guys reach out and roughly grab ahold and squeeze, twist, and pull my nips without even asking. It is fucking hot guys do it without even talking or asking because they intuitively know my nips are meant to be big and thick and swollen. Sometimes guys grab my nipples because I do not have a shirt on and they can see exactly what my nips need. Other times they can see my pierced thick nipples under the fabric of my shirt and will grab on through the fabric. Some guys, meanwhile, are bold enough to lift my shirt up to my neck with one hand, and then get a good grab with the other, all without talking. I have had guys grab my nipples in public and then feel they need to give them more extensive time and attention. The guy will get a good grip on one of my nips, and we have an audience of other guys watching as he drags me by my nipple to a more convenient spot so he can give my nips more of what they need. Other guys, meanwhile, will just take care of my nips right there in the middle of a crowd. It is also so fucking hot when grown men of all shapes, sizes, ages, and ethnic backgrounds wrap their lips and mouths around my nipples and start sucking on them like a fucking baby on a momma's teat. They suck and suction and latch themselves onto my nips like their fucking lives depend on it, with so much fucking pressure, my nipples turn deep red and purple and swell up like crazy. Some guys get in their own little world once they latch onto my nip and often do not think about the second one. A good balance and equal swelling between my two nips is important to me, so I will silently guide a guy so he can play catch-up on the other one. If a guy finishes up on only one nipple, then I actively and immediately search out another guy to take care of the other one. Just picture me so desperate to get a second guy to give my other nip equal time and attention that I walk around the bar or the bathhouse asking random men to latch onto it, like I am a kid back in school and it is fucking "show and tell" time! I have had everyone from college boys to grandpas who remove their false teeth eagerly work my nips real good to keep them thick and swollen. If a guy is willing, I am always all in! There is nothing better than guys nibbling and full-on biting my nipples. They use so much force and pressure, they give my nipples massive fucking hickeys that last a week or two. AND, having two guys roughly nursing and abusing both of my nips at the same time will always make me fucking cum hands-free!

Chapter 3 - "Nut-Catcher for Gamer Aiden’s & Josh’s 'Third Legs' during three years of college:" I was fortunate to live in a hometown that had a major university. Aiden & Josh were college roommates who shared a shit apartment near campus. I met Aiden first on-line and he told me he wanted me to feast on his cock while he spent time gaming. He said my mouth on his cock while gaming would help him release the stress from his day of classes. I had never done that with anyone, and it sounded fucking hot, so I agreed. What Aiden did not tell me was that he frequently gamed with his roommate Josh. Aiden played it subtle that first time, by initially sitting on the living room sofa and having me suck on his long schlong. It was shortly after I got a sucking rhythm down and Aiden got his gaming rhythm going, that Josh walked into the living room from his bedroom and Aiden casually said, “Hey Josh, wanna try out the cocksucker?” without even looking away from the TV screen or pausing his video game console. Josh responded, “Fuck yeah!” as he shucked off his shorts, sat down on the sofa next to Aiden, and grabbed a second console. Josh firmly grabbed a large fistful of my hair as I was on my knees in front of the sofa before Aiden, and pulled me over and onto his cock and then leaned back to get comfortable on the sofa and join Aiden in gaming. I sucked Josh until he nutted in my mouth and after swallowing it, he pushed the side of my head with his socked foot back over toward Aiden’s cock so I could finish him off too, while they continued gaming. I never knew until I arrived at their apartment each time whether I was expected to suck one or both of them off, but usually it was both of them and they typically spent between one- and four-hours gaming with laser focus, laughing and joking and talking…always acting like I was not even there, while I sucked out one or both of their nuts. Sometimes during longer gaming sessions I would suck out a second nut from one or both of them. When both Aiden and Josh were together, I would suck them while they sat on the sofa gaming side-by-side. There were a few times when it was just one of them, and whichever one it was, he would sometimes cram me under the computer table and have video meetings with classmates to work on group projects while my head bobbed up and down on his cock, their classmates totally oblivious to what was going on. Both Aiden’s & Josh’s cocks were so long, they had no issues completely filling my mouth while I was totally hidden under the computer table. Both guys had great control and usually nutted in my mouth immediately at the end of a game or after disconnecting from the virtual meeting. Once Josh yelled “Fuck!" uncontrollably toward the end of a group meeting, startling everyone including me underneath the computer table. When one of his concerned classmates asked him what was going on, Josh quickly recovered by saying he had gotten a painful charley horse and just needed to work it out. Josh grimaced but kept it together as I finished swallowing his nut and fully cleaned his cock with my mouth. I was stranded underneath the computer table with Josh's cock in my mouth until the meeting ended and he moved his chair away from the table so I could get out from underneath and leave. The last time Aiden & Josh nutted in my mouth was during the middle of the night directly following their afternoon graduation. They had been out partying with friends earlier in the evening and texted me to meet them at their apartment about 2:30am. They were both pretty tipsy when I arrived but that did not diminish their hard cocks in any way. They sat on the sofa, having put their graduation gowns back on to mark the special occasion, and had pushed the bottom portions of their graduation gowns up above their waists so I had easy access to both of their long schlongs. They were naked otherwise, except for calf-length athletic socks and high-tops. It was their last night living together before relocating to other cities to begin their new jobs. They kept my mouth busy for six hours that night, each nutting in my mouth three times before finally falling asleep together on the sofa…I quietly let myself out of their apartment for the last time with my tummy full of their swimmers. Aiden & Josh each nutted in my mouth approximately three times a week between mid-August and mid-May during their three remaining academic years in college, not including a couple of weeks when they were away for holidays and school breaks. According to my math, that equates to approximately 3 nuts a week each x 32 weeks = 96 nuts annually per guy x 2 guys = 192 nuts annually for both of them. 192 total nuts annually x 3 years = 576 total times Aiden & Josh nutted in my mouth, give or take. 576 times Aiden & Josh did not jerk off and waste their nuts thanks to my mouth being available whenever their cocks needed it... AIden's Third Leg: Josh Has a Third Leg Too (Photo Includes The Computer Table I Spent Time Underneath) The High-Tops Aiden Wore During Graduation - And That He Wore During My Last Nut Session With Him: The High-Tops Josh Wore During Graduation - And That He Wore During My Last Nut Session With Him:

Chapter 2 - “Taking Care of Sam’s Kids” for 3 years: Sam was a married dad in his mid-30s who stopped by 3-4 times every week after he dropped his offspring at the nearby school. Sam had a code to my front door and let himself in, so my neighbors would not hear him knock and he would not draw any unwanted attention, since he needed to be totally discreet. When Sam messaged me on an on-line hookup app for the first time, he told me he was perpetually horny and needed one dedicated mouth to take care of his morning wood. Sam called it “responsible family planning" that eliminated unwanted pregnancies at home. When Sam walked in, I was always on my knees in my living room and ready to go. Sam pulled his cock out, so his heavy balls hung below his waist band. When he stopped in front of me, I firmly grabbed his nutsack with my left hand and pulled it down tight, so his cock was perfectly aligned with my open mouth. Once Sam’s cock was in my warm hole, I continued to firmly grip his nuts and sucked like a starving little slut for just a couple of minutes, until I heard Sam grunt and totally fill my mouth. As I swallowed every drop of Sam’s baby batter and he pulled out of my mouth, he would always say, “Thanks for taking care of the kids for me,” before he turned away and silently walked out the front door to return home, never being gone long enough to raise suspicion.