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The Visual Aid

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 26 Jan 2002 1 comments
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One benefit of having internet access is that you can dial up sexual activity any time you feel like it. On any average day you can enter into a chat room and within 15 minutes, depending on your particular tastes of the moment, be on the way to having your needs addressed. To be truthful, I was a little inexperienced with the whole process. I'm 45 and very average looking with an average body and an average cock. Actually, I've always liked my dick. It's perfectly proportioned with a nice thick, veiny shaft and a mushroom head that tends to turn a deep purple color when I'm very excited. On one particular day I had been in the chat room for about 25 minutes and was feeling especially horny when I got an private message from someone called " servicemouth". "Want your dick sucked? No reciprocation wanted. You just drop your pants and let me do what I do best. " How could I refuse this one? So, after asking a few "safe" questions I always give them first, I gave him directions and went about my business. About an hour later there was a knock at the door and there he stood. Little did I know I was meeting someone who, despite my best judgement to the contrary, I would become involved with on a level I didn't know existed. He was not what you would call handsome nor would you call him good looking. What you would call him was downright homely. About 6'2", 250 lbs, truckdriver big with a dyed, receding hairline and big brush mustache. Dressed in a suit he was clearly on his way home from work. We said hello, shook hands (an odd formality considering what we were about to do) and I asked him where he wanted to do this. "Anywhere, man. Here, just sit on the couch." So I dropped my jeans, pulled my cock and balls thru the opening of my boxers and sat down. He took off his suit coat and as he knelt down I was turned off by the strong oder of cigarettes coming from him and I was getting ready to call it quits when his tongue started slowly circling the head of my dick. As he gripped the base tightly he bathed my whole shaft in spit. One hand stayed gripping the base, the other grabbed my balls and pulled while his mouth began slowly going up and down. By this time all of my reservations had vanished and my cock was at full alert. I watched his head bob up and down and felt his tongue trying to shove itself into my piss slit. As it dug further his hand was slightly jerking the base and the other hand now was applying pressure to the area right beneath my balls. I laid my head back and grabbed the pillows on either side of me. I was being taken for quite a ride. He lifted his head off my dick to take a breather and replaced it with a tight fist that started pumping furiously while he took the index finger of the other hand and slowly circled the tip of the head. My eyes were rolling back into my head and my hips were starting to thrust. "I'm getting close, buddy" I said as I could feel the cum starting to build deep in my balls. He either didn't hear me or chose to ignore it because he just kept up the rhythm only now he replace his finger with his tongue lightly lapping the head. This was too much and put me right over the edge. I began a deep, guteral groan that rose as the orgasm started. The first wave sent a splash of cum upward that surprised even me. As it landed on my chest his mouth totally engulfed my cock as spasm after spasm shot down his throat. He kept up the rhythm even after the last shot, sucking every drop as he squeezed the base. And then he stood up, wiped the corner of his mouth with his finger and said "Hey, that was a pretty good load, buddy." I was a little too dazed to answer and I watched as he put his suit jacket back on, adjusted the cuffs and "Keep in touch." then he opened the door and left. The next week I was online when his screen name popped up with an instant message: "I'm leaving work soon, want another blow job?" How could I refuse? So an hour later the whole scene was repeated. Thus began months of me receiving head on a regular basis. It was a great set-up. He would e-mail me giving me his schedule and I would tell him when I'd be home. My cock became a regular Pavlov dog, springing to attention every time there was a knock on the door. The routine was always the same. He'd walk in, I'd drop my pants and he would take me to outer space for about fifteen minutes. Some days he would be in a cocksucking frenzy. He'd come in literally tapping his foot as I undid my pants, grab my cock and drain me. Other days he would take his time and gently lick and suckle while his hands stroked my inner thighs and balls. He sometimes would have me sit in a dinning room chair so he could throw my legs over his shoulders and shove his tongue up my ass while he jacked my spit coated shaft. He never undressed any more than removing his coat. I never saw his dick. Week after week this continued. I started getting lazy and would just put on a robe when I knew he was coming so I could just lay back on the bed and be a total slut without any effort whatsoever. We never spoke during these sessions. Only "Hello" and "Goodbye" with a little small talk about the weather to be polite. The weeks turned into months. Sometimes two or three times a week I'd put on the robe and wait for the knock on the door. I started feeling a little guilty about it. I started feeling like I was taking advantage of this poor lonely guy who probably didn't have alot of friends and just wanted some companionship. I was to the point of ending the whole thing when it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, he was taking advantage of me! Being a top man I neglected to give the bottom guy credit for going after what he wanted and sticking with it! Then something happened that both confirmed that suspicion and put me in a situation that made me question who was topping who. I got an email one day that said "I've got this friend who wants to learn how to suck cock and I need a visual aid. Want to volunteer?" Of course I was intrigued and after asking a few questions agreed to the session. "Wear the robe" he wrote, " and clear enough space on the floor below your bed for two people to sit. Clear enough time for at least an hour.. And one other thing, don't' jerk off for the next couple of days, I want a good load from you" Now he saw giving directions. The appointed day arrived and as I heard the knock on the door my cock started growing. I opened the door and saw Jim (his name I found out after the first month) and a much younger man. Much younger, how young I won't guess, all I can say is that he was legal. Kind of cute with dark hair, dark eyes, clean shaven with just the last remnants of baby fat surrounding his face. Jim introduced him as Ryan. "Ryan", Jim said, "this is Allen." I nodded my head and shook his hand. "And this" Jim said as he parted the bottom of my robe, "is his cock." Jim circled his thumb and forefinger around my shaft and balls like a cockring and squeezed. I watched as my dick became engored and turned a deep purple, veins bulging. "Touch it, Ryan. Lick your finger and circle it around the piss slit." Ryan did as the was told. The combination of his finger and Jim's big hand squeezing made my knees weak and I leaned back against the wall. "He loves that. Open up the slit a little more and dig your finger in there" A mixture of pain and pleasure jolted through me and I drew a sharp breath. "Did you hear that sound, Ryan? That sharp breath? That's your goal, to make him make that sound. There's lots of ways to do that, but this is his favorite." I was about to say something when Jim looked at me and said "It's time for you to sit down, Allen" and lead us all into the bedroom. "Ryan, you need to undress completely. Allen, sit on the edge of the bed." I sat as Ryan undressed. He was your typical youth, a little muscle definition, a dusting of chest hair, a nice rounded ass and a healthy uncut cock. Jim came over and adjusted my position, sitting me right on the edge of the bed so they would have access to my ass as well as cock and balls. They both sat down and spread my legs to the point that it almost hurt. Jim took my dick and started pointing out various sensitive spots. He worked his way from the head to the balls to my hole, lightly touching each area and explaining in a matter of fact way how each was affected and what "he" likes. It occurred to me that Jim had stopped using my name, just "him", or, if referring to my cock, "it". Jim had Ryan touch and stroke me while he held my dick out for him. The sensation of Jim's large rough hand in contrast to Ryan's smooth young one was quite nice. "Now, Ryan, want to have your first taste of cock?", Jim asked. Ryan nodded. "OK, take your tongue and lick the underside of it. Get it real wet and I'll show you a trick." What trick, I wondered as Ryan started lapping my cock with short, quick flicks of his tongue. After a few seconds my dick was dripping with spit and my breathing was getting a little shallow. Jim drew Ryan's head away and winked at him. With that he took his thumb and forth finger, grabbed the skin right under neath the head and snapped his fingers. My head snapped back and I drew in a breath. He did it several more times and I thought the top of my head would blow off. "Hear that, Ryan? There's that sound". He kept it up. Each time he snapped I jerked and spasmed until I couldn't take it any more. Just as I started to protest Jim stopped. He looked up at me and said "Lay back on the bed, Allen, and relax. This is going to take a while." I laid back on my elbows so I could still see what they were doing to me while giving them complete access to my goods. Jim was running his thumb the complete length of the underside of my shaft, milking out the first strands of pre-cum. He took a little bit on his finger and offered it to Ryan, painting his lips with it and then sticking his finger in Ryan's mouth and ordering him to lick it all off. He had Ryan get my balls wet and then my ass, all the while gripping the shaft tight at the base and every now and then giving it short, quick jerks. I was getting so hot, sweat was pouring down my sides. It was amazing how exciting I was getting despite the fact that neither one of them had put my dick in their mouth yet. Jim rested his hand on the back of Ryan's' head as he took both my balls in his mouth pushing his face into my bush. He pulled Ryan off and said "Ok, now watch this" and swallowed my cock right down to the base. He sucked and slurped and bobbed his head in a perfect rhythm while ryan's tugged on my balls. Jim pulled his head up, took a breath and said, "There it is, son, now go for it. Make your dad proud." Son? Dad? Then it hit me. Oh sweet Jesus, this wasn't some man-boy thing, this guy was teaching his son how to suck my cock! I raised myself back up as Ryan started to work. Those young soft lips gobbling my dick were too much. I started breathing heavy and slowly bucking my hips. "Hear that, Ryan? That breathing? That means he's about 4 or 5 minutes from shooting. Here, let me t ake over. Stand up and let him see your nice penis." Jim lowered his head while Ryan stood up and pulled back the skin on his uncut cock. He started slowly jerking himself while he watched as his father sucked me passionatly. I was getting to the point of no return as I watched Ryan start to stroke faster and faster. Jim kept jerking me and raised his head long enough to look back at his son and say "Listen to this, Ryan. Hear that breathing? He's right on the edge. Now let's take him over it." With that he drove his tongue into my piss slit. As wave after wave of orgasm spread over me I shot again and again into Jim's mouth. My groans and grunts quickly gave way to whimpers as Jim continued to suck and lick every last drop from me. I looked over and saw Ryan throw his head back and start to moan. Without taking his mouth from me Jim stretch out an arm and pointed Ryan's dick in my direction. Ryan cried out and shot a load of gism that covered my chest and belly. He continued to stroke it as long thick streams of cum dripped down to the f loor Needless to say, I was spent. I laid on the bed trying to recover as Jim lead Ryan into my bathroom. As the water ran I heard Jim telling Ryan what a good boy he was and what a good job he did, as if they were talking about a math test rather than cocksucking. I couldn't move. I watched them and the realization of what went on started to hit me. Someone who I once felt I was using had used me and my dick to teach his son how to suck cock. They came back into the bedroom and made small talk with each other as Ryan dressed. Just as he bent over to pull on his boxers Jim stopped him and stroked his round, hairless ass. " What do you think , Allen? would you like to fuck this?" He spread Ryan's cheeks revealing his young, red pucker. "He's a virgin, you know, except for Dad's finger." Jim licked his finger and began circling Ryan's hole. "But he does need to know how to get fucked, don't you Ryan?" He slowly slid his finger into Ryan and kept talking. "How about it? You've got the right size cock, not too big, definitely not too small. Wanna take my little boy's cherry?" I couldn't talk, I just nodded yes. "Great!" he said as he slapped his son on the ass. "Get dressed, Ryan, your mother probably has dinner ready by now. Allen, next Thursday then? Remember, keep you hands out of your pants, we want a big load like today, don't we Ryan?" and with that they let themselves out the door. I stared at the ceiling. What had I just done? and what was I going to continue to do....................?