The perfect blowjob

There is nothing that I love better than giving head. I'd rather do that
than anything ... better than fucking ... better than being fucked ...
etc. I think you get what I mean.

I can't keep count of how many times I have gotten down on my knees in
front of a man and taken him into my mouth. I only know that I have been
doing it for over ten years and I have done it practically every day
since I first experienced the taste and feel of swollen bulging meat in
my mouth, and often I have done it several times a day. I want you to
know that I have no prejudices, and especially when it comes to stuffing
my mouth with cock, I believe that all beautiful, well-built men are
created equal, and the bigger and thicker they are, the more equal they
are.

What I have always dreamed about is giving what I would call the Perfect
Blowjob. What might that be, you ask? Well I will tell you. That would
be having a delicious muscular hunk with a beautiful face, a beautiful
shaven body, and a beautiful package inside his pants; giving him such a
hot sucking that he becomes completely in my power; just feeling him
opening up to me and letting me suck the life out of him as he sighs and
gasps, and then he tells me that he has never cum so hard in his whole
life and all he wants is for me to be his only lover and just suck him
dry over and over again. I always thought that if I could find such a
man, I'd never let him out of my hands or my throat.

Well what would you say if I told you that I finally DID find my dream
man-slave and that I DID experience giving that perfect head that I
have dreamed about?

Well in case you are all the dirty, slutty boys that I think you are,
and in case you would like to hear the story, and all the dirty details,
just keep reading and I will tell all. Why I get almost as hard telling
about it as I do actually doing it. I really am the biggest faggot whore
I know!

This happened a couple of days ago. I was hanging around one of my
favorite haunts, a public men's room in a well-known park in a well
known major city that shall remain nameless. I was standing there
watching the men and boys come in to do their business at the urinal. I
was just rubbing my dick, hanging out, waiting to run into Mr. Right.

After about half an hour HE came in. I swear, it must have been love at
first sight. This is a guy who is really a knockout. He's the type of
guy whom, if you are walking down the street and you pass him, you look
back to check him out. Talk about your delicious hunk! Gorgeous face
(smile to die for), wonderful skin and body, ripped, bulging muscles
under a tight denim shirt with cut off sleeves so that his strong
shoulders are showing, top buttons open to reveal a throat and chest you
just want to devour.

He stepped up to the urinal and takes the one eyed monster out and began
to pee. My eyes were transfixed on that thing. My mouth dropped open, my
eyes bulged out of their sockets as I watched that thing (which was not
even in a state of hardon and yet must be the biggest fuck rod I have
ever seen).

Slowly, as he did his business, he turned to me as if he had felt my
eyes on him. I have to admit. I am not bad looking. In fact, a lot of men
find me very cute. After all, I am a very young looking early 30s, cute
face, slim body. Men (especially older men) have told me I am very sexy.
I figure this guy must be in my age range which is just perfect for me.
Not too young and inexperienced, and not too old so that his beauty
might be starting to fade. He is just perfect!

He smiled at me, a wide sweet grin. Beautiful lips! Perfect teeth! Oh
be still my heart! We were alone so I didn't have to worry about anyone
nosing in on our face to face. "Hi!", he said. My heart skipped a beat and
I breathed hard as I heard his deep, rich, masculine voice, - a radio
announcer's voice! A movie-star's voice! Oh darling! Heaven on earth!

"Hi", I answered back as I began to tremble.

He finished his business, zipped up his fly, went to the sink to wash
his hands, and dried them on the dispensed paper towels.

Then he turned around a came towards me. Again he smiled and again I
heard that sexy masculine voice. "I see you noticed me", he laughed, a
deep throaty laugh. "Do you like what you see?"

I gulped and silently nodded. I hoped he would not notice my trembling
and if he did, he did not mention it.

"You live around here?", he asked.

Again I nodded. I was so taken with him, with his closeness, that I was
just struck speechless.

"Cat got your tongue?", he asked. "I hope not because if she does, you
should ask her for it back. There are just so many interesting things
that a tongue in a cute mouth like yours can do!"

Out of sheer nervousness I started to laugh at his joke.

He smiled again and said, "You have a nice laugh, a sexy laugh. I like
how your mouth opens when you laugh!"

"Oh my God!", I was thinking. All those references to my mouth and I had
not yet even said a word to him. Does he have a fixation on my mouth, I
am wondering? Finally I spoke up in my breathiest, sexiest voice. "Oh I
am so glad that you like my mouth. I certainly know how to use it on a
fellow like you!"

"Do you now?", he asked, smiling. "Well that makes me feel very good
because the one thing I like more than anything in the world is a guy
with a perfect mouth that knows what to do with it. You just don't know
how many glory holes I have shoved my thing into, and I have had my
share of pleasures that way! But I have yet to experience that perfect
lover with that perfect mouth that knows how to take me in and make me
feel like the most desired man in the world, - a guy who loves man's
milk more than any other drink in the world!"

Again I gulped and he must have seen my throat move because his eyes
were drinking in my face and throat. Suddenly he bent forward, took my
throat in his hands, and pulled my face towards him and kissed me hard
on the lips, and forcing my lips to part, darted his consuming tongue
into my mouth!

After a moment he pulled away and said, "Look, let's get out of here
before someone comes in and starts giving us a hard time. You say you
live around here. Anyone home at your place? You live with someone?"

"No", I replied. "I live all alone." My knees were getting weak just
thinking about kneeling before him as I said, "OK, let's go."

By the time we got to my apartment My shorts were wet with precum. I was
breathing hard and just licking my lips. My hunk-man made himself at
home right away. He walked through the apartment, exploring it, until he
found the bedroom. He went in and I followed like a puppydog, - a
puppydog in heat! As I entered my bedroom, he was seated on the bed. He
had opened the buttons of his denim shirt some more so that most of his
naked chest was visible to me. His fingers were in his lap and he was
slowly rubbing the huge cock beneath his denim shorts. His biceps and
the muscles of his thighs and calves were so well defined that he just
looked like a Greek god, - a god waiting to be worshipped by my loving
mouth.

I walked in and moved towards him. Just about to kneel down in front of
him when he raised his hand.

"Wait!", he said. "Take off all your clothes before we start. I want to
caress your body, your skin, while you are doing me."

Silently I obeyed. I quickly took off my shirt, shorts, and sandals. I
stood before him stark naked and he was able to see how hot I was for
him.

"Oh my", he smiled. "You are one hot baby. Come on over now, sweet baby,
and work on daddy."

I moved over to him and he slipped his arms around by waist and pulled
me to him, kissing my chest and sucking my nipples. My hands caressed
his face and moved through his hair. I bent over and kissed his face.
His fingers were already taking my balls and rubbing between my thighs.
Oh I thought I would break down and cry - the feeling was so intense.
Slowly he inserted his finger into my asshole and kissed my naked chest
hard.

He finger fucked me for a minute and withdrew his finger. Looking up at
me from his sitting position, he asked me to remove his shirt and socks
and shoes. After I had done that, he laid back and moved up on the bed,
motioning to me with his finger to get on the bed with him and pull down
his shorts.

My hands were trembling as I undid his belt and fly. I could see the
monster inside his pants, throbbing and bulging as I slowly pulled his
shorts down his muscular legs. Finally I had him completely nude as I
hovered over him. He just lay there, passively, breathing hard in
expectation of what was to come.

His cock was as hard as a steel rod, sticking straight up in the air. It
was so beautiful. I reached out my hand and my fingers softly grazed
down the shaft and caressed up and down, and then around the head,
taking the sticky precum goo and rubbing down over the shaft, making the
entire length wet.

My sweet masculine lover twisted his body and moved his head from side
to side, sighing, as the fingers of my left hand closed in and grasped
the shaft which the fingers of my right hand first played with his big
balls and then ran down along the inside of his one thigh and up along
the other, finally resting at his asshole. I lightly rubbed the rim of
his sweet fuck hole as I lowered by face to his cock.

Open my mouth wide I let my lips brush along the cock as my mouth
hungrily engulfed it. He let out a low moan as my mouth began to work on
him. His prick was so incredibly beautiful just as he was beautiful. His
thick hard cock was so perfectly wonderful. I have sucked many cocks in
my day but this lover's cock took my breath away, - literally too as I
attempted to deep throat him almost immediately. I gagged and that told
me that I was trying to swallow him too fast. I backed off trying to get
him down my throat just then and concentrated on just moving up and down
on him with my lips.

Pretty soon he began to moan more loudly and to thrash as I sucked his
manly fuck rod. I sucked and sucked and held his ass tightly, pushing
him deep into me. The muscles of my throat were more relaxed now, ready
to be filled with swollen hunky man meat. The flesh of his prick was
like sweet succulent fruit. I couldn't get enough. Sucking on him made
me feel like such a fucking queer whore that I just wanted to be all his
slave and give him everything I had. I wanted him to be my forever god
and just let me worship him day after day.

I heard myself moaning as I sucked harder and harder, eager to pull every
drop of his man milk down my throat. I couldn't wait to drain his manhood
and make his fuck fluid part of me. Sucking!

I heard him gasp out, "Oh baby! Oh God, baby! Please take it out of me.
Your mouth is such heaven. His hands were holding my face and he started
moving my mouth up and down faster and faster. I could tell that I was
driving him into a frenzy of mouth love.

Suddenly his legs came up and wrapped around my neck, squeezing me. He
began screaming wildly, "Suck me! Suck me! Goddam,SUCK! Suck the life
out of me! Ooooooo! I'm cuming! God, I am cuming, darling! Don't stop!
Don't stop! Suck harder! Suck! Now! It's cuming now! Swallow me!
SWALLOW!

My mouth and throat began to drink the hot love cream shooting out of
his dick. I sucked and swallowed for all I was worth, hungrily,
greedily, draining every precious drop! Finally I had all of him down my
throat, and still I didn't want to let him out of my mouth.

But finally he began to soften and I slowly let him slip out. He was
breathing hard and his eyes were closed. He reached out and pulled me to
him, indicating that he wanted to hold me in his arms.

He began kissing my face and purring into my ear, "Baby! Baby! That was so
incredibly good. What a talented mouth you have. That was the best blowjob
I ever had. It was so ..... perfect!"

I nestled my face into his neck and held him, and said, "It's just the
beginning. There is going to be a lot of sucking for us from now on."

I smiled as I thought of all the days and nights to cum, and how that
hunk of a man and his cock were now all mine! I smiled as I realized
that I didn't even know his name.