Most days I work from home. A few weeks ago, I was really not in the mood to work. Being my own boss, I gave myself the afternoon off.

I think it is fair to say that when I’m not in the mood to work, I’m distracted by thoughts of sucking dick. The fact that I’d been watching a few guys stroking their cocks on cams didn’t help inspire productivity. Actually, it did inspire productivity: it inspired my mouth to want to find a hard cock to suck on and produce a big load for me to swallow. The big question was: what website was going to result in a hookup (and, one that wouldn’t take three hours of conversational emails first). Thankfully, there are multiple sites to cruise around on, and a few others to post messages on. I signed into a couple of different websites, and posted a few ads with a headline that read “Hungry Cocksucker Needs Big Dick to Suck.”

I’ll admit that half of the time the ads end up being a series of endless emails that don’t result in a hook-up. On the positive side: there are always horny men in need of blowjobs, so the other half of the time, I end up being fed a nice cock.

This particular day, I received five replies to my ad within just a few minutes of my ad ‘going live’. One was from someone that always replied yet never wanted to hook up. He just gets into asking me questions about how many dicks I’ve sucked, how old was I when I started sucking, and what’s the biggest dick I’ve deepthroated (more than I can count, when I was 14, and an 11-inch cock on a southern white boy from somewhere in Arkansas). Another was from someone I’d met before, and though he wasn’t available, he wanted to work out a time to reconnect later in the week. The next two involved photo exchanges -- one kindly told me he wasn’t interested after seeing my photo, and the other involved me politely telling the gentleman that I wasn’t interested after seeing his photo.

I wasn’t expecting much from the fifth reply, since the other’s hadn’t worked out. But, when I opened the email, I was surprised to find both face and cock pics attached -- he was attractive and thickly hung. I replied with my photos and waited. Of course there are the people who never bother to respond with a polite “thanks but no thanks”. But, in this case, the response came back quickly, saying “let’s do it. i want your mouth on my cock now. I've got at least two loads for you to work out. when can you be here?” He included the nearest major intersections to where he lived. I replied that it would take about fifteen or twenty minutes to drive there. His reply was unexpected and exceptionally hot!

He gave me the address, and said “I don’t want to waste any time. I want my cock in your mouth in less than a minute after you walk in the door. The front door will be open, I’ll be naked on the couch, stroking to some porn. Just come in, get on your knees and start sucking. The only sound I want to hear is your mouth slobbering all over my big dick. See you in twenty, cocksucker. If you’re more than ten minutes late, don’t bother coming in. Clock starts ticking now.”

I’m pretty certain that I didn’t speed all that much -- I didn’t want to arrive too early and make it appear as if I were desperate. Though, having seen a picture of his cock, I was pretty fucking anxious to get his thick cock in my mouth.

It took me sixteen minutes to get to his house.

True to his word, the door was open. In fact, I realized he was a bit of an exhibitionist, as the inside door was wide open, and, as I walked up the sidewalk, I could see him sitting on the couch, naked, cock in hand. I opened the door, stepped inside, and as I made to close the door, he smiled a crooked smile which made my knees get rather weak, and said “I’m cool with the door staying open if you are.” It was totally fine with me. I didn’t expect a crowd at the door, but I’m always cool with people wanting to watch me suck dick. So I left the door open and made my way to the couch. I dropped my pants as I dropped to my knees. I love stroking my cock while I work on a cock. I match the movement of my hand on my cock to the movement of my mouth on a guy’s cock. (I’m entitled to a little pleasure too, right?)

His cock was hard, and wet with the spit he’d been using as lube to stroke while he was waiting for me to arrive. His pubes were neatly trimmed, and smelled of soap and saliva and sweat. His balls were smooth, with just a hint of stubble -- he’d probably shaved the day before. I noticed a drop of precum oozing out of the tip of his cock as I took the head of his dick in my mouth. The precum tasted tangy and sweet. He moaned as my mouth swallowed his shaft, and as I slid my mouth back up, I tasted another drop of precum.

Most of the time I was in control: sucking slow, fast, edging him, getting the cum churning in his big hairless balls. A couple times, he grabbed my head.. Once he held my head in place and fucked my mouth deep and hard. The other few times he grabbed my head were to slow me down, to keep himself from cumming too fast.

I sucked him for about forty minutes before he came the first time. His breathing got heavier, his moans got louder, and his hips moved in rhythm with my mouth.. His cum pumped out of his cock and down my throat as he moaned loudly and his body shook.

After he came, he told me to suck him nice and slow for awhile, then he had me suck his balls and the sensitive area underneath. Within five minutes his cock, which had softened slightly, was again rock hard, and as I was sucking his balls again, he slapped the side of my face with his hard cock, ready to start round two. The second load exploded about thirty minutes later, and his body shook harder, more intensely, and instead of moaning, he loudly groaned “Fuck man, here it cums! Oh fuck yeah! Oh fuck man! Ohhhhh! Fuuuuck!!!” For a second load, there was still a lot of cum.

Once his cock was soft, I stood up, pulled up my pants, and turned to go.

“Thanks, man,” he said. “Mind if I contact you again if I need some head?”

“That would be great.”

Two days later, he emailed. I gave myself the afternoon off, and was at his place in fifteen minutes. He fed me two more loads that day.

I must be doing something right: I’ve been back three more times.

I’m hoping for another invitation….