My name is Craig, and at forty-eight years old my wife, Linda, is forty-six, and we live in a modest home in a blue-collar neighborhood in Midland, Texas. I work for an oilfield service company, and often travel with my boss to other parts of the state on two, three, and sometimes four-day assignments.

Linda and I raised a son and a daughter who now live in the Fort Worth area, and with me gone part of the time, Linda has been keeping herself busy with a church group and other friends. Our sex life isn’t what it used to be in our early forties and starting about three years ago when I was forty-five, I started going to porn sites for whacking material. This story chronicles the events that began about that time.

I usually travel with my foreman, Chester, who was fifty-five at the time, and our company puts us up in cheaper motel rooms, which are accessible from outdoor parking, and we eat economically at restaurants like Denny’s. Chester and I had a good working relationship, and although our families socialized occasionally, we didn’t usually talk about sensitive family matters that much. His wife, Faye, and Linda got along well, and they sometimes did things together without us husbands.

On a trip in the summer, when we were on a four-day, three-night assignment, we got cleaned up after the first day of travel that morning and working until late in the afternoon and had dinner at a Denny’s next to the motel. We went back to our separate rooms on the second floor after dinner, and a half-hour later I went down the walkway to get ice and a soft drink. I passed Chester’s room both ways, got nosy on the way back, and peeked in through his slightly opened curtains to see what he was doing.

It was dark enough in the outside walkway that I wasn’t concerned about being noticed and imagine my surprise when I saw him resting fully naked on his bed reading what looked like a porn magazine in one hand, and he was playing with his soft cock and balls with the other. I was attracted to what looked like his soft, uncircumcised, thick, six-inch cock and a set of lemon-sized, low-hanging balls in his hairy scrotum.

I continued watching as he spat in his hand and stroked his cock, until it hardened to what looked like eight inches, before he slipped one of those clear, silicone, ultra-soft jelly masturbation sleeves down on his cock and started stroking with it. I had never imagined him being that well-hung, and watching him caused a stirring in my groin as my smaller, six-inch cock hardened, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

No one was around to see me as I pushed my hand into my athletic shorts and stroked my cock, while anticipating his ejaculation. He really got into it, rolling over partially onto his stomach, holding the sleeve with one hand, and fucking it. Chester is in good shape for his age with just a little beer belly, and I was amazed watching his muscular ass clenching and big balls slapping the bed as he thrust into the sleeve. I got the feeling that he’s a dominating alpha male, watching how aggressively he was fucking the sleeve.

He had likely been playing with his cock for a while before I saw him, and he fucked the sleeve for what seemed like four minutes, and finally rolled onto his back as he closed his eyes, and his cock jerked and spasmed what seemed like ten times as spurt after spurt of thick, white cum splattered onto his belly, chest, and some even reached his face. He was prepared and used a towel to soak up and wipe away the cum, as he slowly stroked his deflating cock.

I started thinking back on experiences I had with friends in my senior year in high school, which I’ll explain momentarily, when I jerked them off and sucked them off, and I knew that Chester’s ejaculation was enormous and much larger than any I had experienced before. It looked to be at least four tablespoons, which is about two ounces, which is a quarter of a cup. I found out, after some research, that is extremely rare.

High School Background

I don’t want to depart too far from my main story, but I do want to explain why observing my boss that way was particularly arousing for me. My bisexual experiences started in my senior year of high school, one weekend when three of my friends and I were camping.

We were drinking beer, and the conversation turned to sex, as it often does with teenage boys, and my friends started bragging about their cock sizes. I knew from seeing their soft cocks in the showers after football practices and games that they are all better-hung than me, so I wasn’t saying anything about my dick.

One of the boys, David, noticed my lack of participation, and being a smartass, said, “Yeah, I don’t blame you for not bragging, Craig, with that soft little wiener of yours I’ve seen in the showers. But shit, guys, let’s whip them out and see who’s got the biggest cock on hard.”

Everyone was drunk enough to do it, and although I hadn’t previously had an attraction to the guys’ genitals, I found myself impressed with and staring at their bigger cocks and balls swinging between their legs. All of them had at least seven-inch-long cocks and were very thick, and David’s meat looked to be about eight inches long, the same as I saw Chester stroking in his room.

Mike, one of my other friends, saw me staring at their cocks and said, “Damn, guys, Craig is really staring at our cocks, and from the look on his face, I think he might want a taste. Come on, Craig, it won’t hurt, and no one will tell if you suck us off.”

I won’t bore you with the details, but by the time that night was over I had sucked off or jerked off my three friends three times each and continued servicing them the next day and night on our camping trip. And I continued sucking their cocks whenever they desired for the rest of high school. But I never did that again until the events in this story.

Sucking them and sometimes jerking them off impacted me because I realized how much I enjoyed the feeling of taking their soft cocks into my mouth, and sucking them as they hardened, and just the idea that I was doing something so nasty for them, since they never cleaned themselves for me beforehand. I loved sucking their big, low-hanging balls too, but my favorite thing was their ejaculations.

I could still remember those moments when their cocks stiffened further and throbbed, and then I felt and tasted the many spurts of thick cum shooting into my mouth. I liked jerking them off from time to time too, and would hold their pulsing, spewing cocks in front of my mouth so I could watch as they ejaculated into it. They all shot big teen loads, but not nearly as big as I saw my boss ejaculating.

Those experiences exposed a submissive side to my personality, and I came to enjoy being used as their cum dump and sometimes belittled by them. I even enjoyed it when they got more aggressive and would sometimes hold me down and fuck my face like a cunt, while they laughed and called me a cock sucker.

My friends weren’t around me after high school when I went to trade school and then got married, and as much as I enjoyed the memories of sucking my friends and being subservient to them, I was just never in the right situation where I felt comfortable approaching other men to suck them.

Thinking More About Chester and Talking With Him

I got back to my room and jerked off, thinking about Chester’s big cock and his massive load of cum, and then I did a little research on my laptop computer. I did a search on ‘cause of big ejaculation’ and found numerous articles about a medical condition called hyperspermia.

In medicine, hyperspermia is a condition in which a male has an abnormally large ejaculate volume and is generally defined in humans when the ejaculate is above 5.5 milliliters, which is slightly larger than a teaspoon. Average human ejaculations are 3.5 milliliters, and in extreme cases men with this condition can ejaculate as much or more than eighty milliliters, and more than once daily.

I also learned that men with hyperspermia usually have higher sex drives than other males, and although I never had a reason to wonder about Chester’s sexual practices, it seemed to me that a man who would bring porn to read and pack a masturbation sleeve on business trips, might have the need to drain his cock one or more times a day.

Under normal circumstances I would never have entered a conversation about sexual matters with Chester, or anyone else. But after watching him and learning that he likely had a high sex drive, I decided that I could at least try to bring it up carefully. If he had an interest in talking about it, that would be good, and if not, no harm would be done.

We were in an equipment room the next morning, and after our usual morning chitchat, I asked, “You’ve been travelling on these jobs for more years than I have, Chester, and pardon me for asking, but I was wondering, you know, wondering how you deal with the horniness of being away from Faye for three nights in a row, like on this job?”

That was a test of his willingness to talk about it, and I was relieved when he answered, “Your wife is just forty-three now, Craig, and you’ll find out in a few years that you can’t continue to rely on your wife as much, to take care of, as you say, your horniness. I guess each man finds his own solution if you know what I mean?”

I thought it was safe to risk revealing my situation, and said, “Well, I might not have to wait a few years. Linda is already becoming less excited about having sex, and I’m a little ashamed to admit that I have started going to porn sites for reading and viewing material. About when did Faye start her decline, and was there anything that contributed to it?”

Chester smiled, and replied, “Faye really started losing interest in her late forties, but she’s always been a little bit reluctant. This is very personal stuff, and you can’t ever tell anyone, but I have a medical condition that’s always made our lovemaking kind of messy, and since I never used a condom, she got tired of washing our sheets so often. But listen, Craig, you don’t have anything to be ashamed about turning to porn.”

He was being much more forthcoming than I could have hoped, and I was about to probe further and ask him about his experience with porn, when one of the customer’s employees joined us, and I wasn’t able to talk about it again until we went to lunch. I was afraid that it would be too obvious bringing up sexual topics again, but I couldn’t resist.

We were eating lunch on an outside picnic table at a barbeque joint, and I said, “Chester, you told me earlier that I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of about going to those porn sites. Does, uh, does that mean that you look at that stuff too, and if so, which sites do you go to?”

Chester answered, “Wow, Craig, you really seem interested in this stuff. I don’t usually go to porn sites, and instead go to adult bookstores (ABS) to sometimes look at the videos, but I also enjoy buying and reading some of the magazines. In fact, I usually bring a little of that reading material with me on these out-of-town trips to, uh, you know, help inspire me.”

I was happy he said that, because I thought it might give me an excuse to go to his room later to see the magazines, but I also wanted to see if he’d admit to using that masturbation sleeve. So, I said, “I’ve never been to an ABS, but I’ve heard they have a lot of sex toys and stuff. Have you ever found anything there, other than the magazines, that is helpful to use when you’re out of town like this?”

Chester laughed, and gave me a strange look, like he was trying to understand and size up my recent interest in discussing sexual matters, before replying, “You’re getting kind of personal now, Craig, but yeah, they do have some good novelties there to help men get off. They have all kinds of masturbation sleeves made of life-like, cushy material, and other more elaborate toys in the shape of pussies, asses, and even mouths.”

He didn’t volunteer to tell me about his sleeve, and I decided to wait until later to ask him more about that, and what he meant when he earlier mentioned that his wife didn’t like the big mess when they fucked. I thought it was best not to talk about any of that sexual stuff until later.

So, I ended the conversation about that stuff in a way to let him know that I was still interested in it, saying, “This is interesting and I’m learning a lot. Maybe we can talk more about it later.”

We were busy with customer personnel for most of the afternoon, and the next chance we had to talk about the sexual issues was at dinner. We were seated in a corner booth with no other customers near us, and after we ordered, I asked, “I can’t stop thinking about our conversation at lunch, Chester. Excuse me for getting so personal, but have you ever tried out any of those sex toys you mentioned?”

He laughed and replied, “You really are getting personal now, and it’s interesting to me that you’re curious about it. I do have one of those really cushy sleeves that works well for getting off.”

I pushed further, basically inviting myself to his room, saying, “Wow, that sounds neat, and I’ve never seen anything like that. Would, uh, would you mind if I stopped by your room after dinner to see what it looks like, and maybe see what kinds of magazines you have?”

Chester looked suspiciously at me, and I thought that I was triggering his high libido, when he teasingly answered, “Uh, sure, I guess so, Craig. Maybe you can even use it on me.”

I laughed and replied in a playful way, to make him think I was teasing, saying, “Oh yeah, sure, Chester, like I’d be happy to do that for you.”

Then I pushed even farther, asking, “What did you mean earlier, when you said that Faye had to clean up big messes because you have some kind of medical condition?”

Chester smiled, and answered, “Maybe I’ll describe that in detail for you later tonight, but if you use that sleeve on me, you’ll find out for yourself.”

We talked about work and other things for the rest of dinner, and even though there was a chance that he was kidding about me coming to his room, and might have forgotten about it, I knew that he was looking forward to it when we got back to the motel, and he said, “I’m going to get a shower after a long day in this fucking heat, and if you want to clean up too, you can come to my room in about a half hour or so, and I’ll show you my stuff.”

Sucking Chester for the First Time

Chester may have been thinking of the possibilities of me having an interest in his cock, after all our discussions at lunch and dinner, but he had no idea that I was really intending to suck his meat. I felt like I was preparing for a date as I took my shower and put on a t-shirt and athletic shorts and was nervous as I walked down to his room and knocked on the door.

He answered the door, wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts like me, and said, “Come on in, Craig, and let me show you what keeps me warm at nights on these trips. I’ve got some of my magazines laid out on the bed for you, as well as my sleeve.”

There were four magazines, and two of them had mostly explicit pictures of women in various states of nakedness, and they were arousing. There was another one with wife sharing and cuckold themes. But the one that got my attention had a title something like, if I remember correctly, ‘Blowjob Buddies’, and it had pictures of men, all naked, in various positions, either stroking or sucking each other, and even some sucking each at the same time in the sixty-nine position.

I purposely spent more time looking at the blowjob magazine, and Chester said, “Damn, Craig, I didn’t think that one would get most of your attention. That’s a little surprising.”

But he had set himself up for my comeback, when I teased him, saying, “Yeah, well, it’s a little surprising that you would have a magazine like this in the first place. I’ve never seen anything like this before. I’m guessing that men read this shit with different perspectives, if you know what I mean, but I was curious which men you fantasize as yourself when looking at the pictures?”

Chester laughed, and replied, “Well, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m pretty much a man’s man, and I see myself as the feeders in those pictures, imagining some hungry cock sucker taking care of my meat.”

That gave me the chance to nervously ask, “I’m assuming that Faye used to take care of you that way, but have you ever, you know, have you ever had another woman or even a man do it for you?”

He replied, “Nah, I still love my wife and it’s too dangerous to go fucking around with other women, and I’ve never been in a situation where a man offered to suck my cock. And besides, with my medical condition, I don’t think many women or men would want to be flooded with my big cum loads.”

I said, “Oh yeah, I’ve been wondering about that. What’s that condition called and how does it affect you?”

Chester described hyperspermia, with the same information I provided earlier in the story, and then answered more specifically, saying, “My doctor tells me that I’ve got an extreme case, and in addition to having a high libido because of it, I can ejaculate a quarter cup at a time, sometimes more if I delay longer, and do it several times a day. I mean, it’s not like it’s a burden or anything, since I enjoy doing it, and shooting that much juice feels incredibly good. It can just get a little messy without a condom, and I’d fill those up to overflowing anyway.”

I said, “Damn, Chester, I wish I shot bigger loads, and even one-fourth of what you’re doing would be abnormally large for most men, since less than a teaspoon is normal. But what about this sleeve, would you mind if I handled it?”

He waved his hand down towards the masturbation sleeve, indicating that it was okay to pick it up. The sleeve was about six inches long and I began to rub it and stroke it as if I were jacking it off, before saying, “Wow, this thing is so big, thick, and heavy in my hand.”

Chester smiled and said, “Oh man, I can almost feel that in my cock, the way you’re so erotically stroking that sleeve, like you’re trying to jack it off. But damn, Craig, if you really want to feel something big, thick, and heavy, you ought to see what it’s like when I slip my cock into it.”

I acted naïve and teased him a little, like it would be an imposition on him to pull out his cock, and I replied, “Uh no, Chester, I couldn’t impose on you to expose yourself like that and do something so revealing.”

He stood up and without hesitation pushed down his athletic shorts, and since he wasn’t wearing underwear, his big soft cock and low-hanging balls were swinging between his legs before he sat back on the bed, and said, “Hey, old friend, this isn’t an imposition on me, and you’re so curious that I’d like to help you out.”

I looked down at his cock and balls, and then trying to seem naïve again and inexperienced, as well as appearing to be impressed with his genitals, I said, “Whoa, Chester, you’re uh, my oh my, you’re as big as this sleeve, and you’re, uh, you’re not even aroused yet.”

Chester laughed, and said, “Well, it won’t take much for me to get aroused, and then you can get a look and feel of something even bigger and heavier. Bring that sleeve over here and get on your knees between my legs while you try to slip it on me.”

It was already getting weird, looking at and admiring another man’s cock, and my boss’ meat no less, which is something most men wouldn’t have done. He had to have known that from me being so willing and even eager to do it, it would be easy to get me on my knees between his legs, where he could encourage me to suck his cock.

I wanted Chester to get more fully into his alpha male role and give me instructions, and I clumsily pushed the closed mouth of the sleeve against the head of his soft cock, acting oblivious to the need for me to hold his cock. He finally said, “I don’t know if you’ve thought this through, but you’re going to need to hold my cock to get it started in the sleeve.”

He smiled down at me as I gripped his cock, and it started to stiffen to my touch. There was still a lot of resistance since neither the sleeve nor his cock was lubricated as it reached full hardness, except for clear, oozing precum. That’s when he said, “Craig, you’re going to need to lubricate my cock, so just lean down and spit on my cock head.”

Chester was getting the idea that I would obey his directions, and he was acclimating me to getting my face close to his cock. I was only a couple of inches from his cock when I spit on it, and even though he had recently showered, I still sensed the musky aroma of his genitals and crotch and was turned on by it.

The head of his cock slipped into the tight sleeve, and then several more inches, until I was stroking his swollen cock. Then he took it a step farther, suggesting I do more, saying, “Oh shit, Craig, that feels good, but I think it needs a little more lubrication. Keep stroking me and spit on the head and a little of the shaft when it pokes through the end of the sleeve. And given how easily and naturally you’ve taken to doing this for me, you might even want to take it into your mouth to get it even wetter.”

He had to be nervous with anticipation, wondering if I would go that far, and he must have been relieved when on the next stroke, I took his cock head into my mouth and sucked it. He started pivoting his hips, thrusting into the sleeve, as I continued jacking his cock, keeping my mouth over the end of the sleeve, and taking his cock head into my mouth on each stroke and sucking it.

Chester held my head in place on his cock and the sleeve, as he moaned and said, “Holy shit, old buddy, I’ve never felt anything quite so wonderful. Your warm, wet, sucking mouth complements the tight sleeve, and it’s like fucking a tight, wet cunt with a sucking mouth deep inside.”

I was stroking his cock with my right hand, and after he began aggressively stroking into my mouth, I reached around and held onto his bare ass to keep my balance there between his legs, and I pulled on his ass in rhythm to his thrusts. It seemed like I had been stroking and sucking his cock for about five minutes, when he reached the point of no return.

He held my head more tightly and moaned, “Oh fuck, keep that up and swallow fast, cock sucker, because you’ve worked up a big load for me to feed you!”

Chester took a final stroke, pushing his cock head and some of his shaft into my mouth, as his cock jerked and spasmed with spurt after spurt of his tasty, thick cum. It kept shooting and shooting, just as I had seen through his window the previous night, and it felt like I was drinking a container of slightly watered down, slimy, warm yogurt. I loved the feeling of being inundated by his massive flow of cum and swallowing it, and I kept sucking for more as his cock deflated in the sleeve.

He didn’t let me go or try to pull away until his cock had shrunk back into the sleeve, and he said, “Damn. Craig, you are one hungry and enthusiastic cock sucker and cum eater, and I’m going to enjoy feeding you when I need relief and you’re hungry. No one has ever swallowed my big load like that and kept sucking for more. Let’s get this sleeve off so you can enjoy my cock with no obstruction.”

I pulled off the sleeve and Chester lay back on the bed, with me still on my knees between his legs. I first sucked his thick, soft cock, and loved the taste and feeling of his full meat in my mouth. Then I think I surprised him when I moved down to suck his balls and scrotum, taking each testicle into my mouth one at a time, and he moved his legs over my shoulders and held me tightly in place with his legs against my back. I sucked his balls for what seemed like fifteen minutes, and then he released his legs.

He was smiling and satiated for the moment when he said, “You’ve got some explaining to do, Craig. There’s no way in hell that tonight was your first time sucking cock, and I was able to get my cock into your mouth with little effort. It was almost like you were baiting me to feed you. Come on, buddy, tell me the rest of your story?”

I answered, “This is kind of embarrassing for me, but I watched through the window last night when you fucked the sleeve, and it brought back memories of how I became a cock sucker for my friends in high school. I haven’t done anything like that since then, at least not until tonight, and when I saw your huge cum load, I knew that I wanted to suck your cock and swallow your big load.”

Chester said, “Oh fuck, I knew that you had experience, and it turns me on so much knowing that you’re hungry for my cum. Tell me about what happened in high school.”

I described as many details as I could remember from high school, and then said, “I really enjoyed being submissive to them, and it was so special taking their semen and sperm into my mouth and belly. That’s why when I saw you last night, I knew that I had to suck your cock. I didn’t know if you’d be receptive to a man sucking your cock, and that’s why I kind of eased into it with you. But shit, Chester, I think you’re hornier than I am.”

Chester said, “I’m glad that you had the courage to feel me out about it, and now we’ve found a perfectly compatible situation. It’ll be my pleasure to fuck and feed you every chance we get, and we can explore your willingness to be submissive to me in other ways as well. While I’m recharging to feed you again, let’s try another position, that I saw in a magazine, to give you access to my balls and ass.”

Sucking His Balls, Ass, and Taking His Piss

I wasn’t sure why he mentioned giving me access to his ass, but he lay on his right side on the bed, with his left leg over his right, and then leaned farther over, pulling his left knee up, until he was between a supine and prone position with his legs spread and his big balls hanging down on the bed between his legs. I found out later that medical personnel call that the Sims position for patients, which is sometimes used for anal and vaginal exams.

He was rightly assuming that I would do everything he told me to do, and he said, “Go ahead and curl up behind and facing me in the opposite direction, with your head resting on my right inner thigh, so you can relax while sucking my testicles. And feel free to suck my perineum while you’re down there.”

I got into position, which was basically a modified sixty-nine, except with me facing his back, and curled around a little to reach his balls. The musky aroma was stronger than when I sucked his balls a few minutes earlier since my face was reaching over his ass to get to his balls. I sucked his balls first, taking them one at a time into my mouth, as he moaned and said, “Fuck yeah, Craig, that feels so good, and I like having you down there servicing me.”

It was erotically relaxing to be so casually and submissively sucking his balls that way, going beyond the type of relationships I had with my friends in high school, where I sucked their balls sometimes, but I was mainly used just to getting them off quickly when they were horny.

I was really getting into sucking his balls that way, and I reached over his left hip with my right arm to hold myself in place as I hungrily sucked him, which allowed me to fondle his soft cock. Then I remembered that he mentioned me sucking his perineum, which some people call a choad.

His perineum is long, thick, and bulging, pretty much on scale with his big cock and huge balls, and I shifted my position slightly to begin sucking and licking him there. Chester pulled his left lower leg up behind my head to hold it against him, as he said, “Oh, man, that’s nice. I knew if I could expose you to my wide-open crotch, that you’d be hungry enough to do more for me. Yes, yes, suck my fucking choad.”

I had never even imagined that I’d be down between anyone legs that far, although I routinely ate out my wife, but being down there between Chester’s legs was strangely arousing, and in my mixed-up perverted mind at that moment, it was eerily reminiscent of being between my wife’s legs sucking her wet pussy.

My chin was already pressing into Chester’s ass crack, and he was squirming and pushing back against my face, as he applied more pressure with his left leg, pushing my face farther back into his ass crack. I began sucking and licking his ass and was so turned on by the nastiness of what I was doing that I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and pressed my face all the way into his aromatic ass. Chester squirmed and pushed back as I sucked and licked his ass until I found his asshole, and I began sucking his asshole and probing it with my tongue.

Chester was moaning and said, “Oh shit, Craig, I had a feeling when you started asking me questions about my magazines and that sleeve that I had a chance of getting you to at least jerk me off, but fuck, man, you really are a hungry cock sucker. It was so easy to get my cock and balls into your mouth, and I didn’t have to do much to get you to suck my asshole.”

That was a comfortable position, and I hugged his hips and ass as I continued sucking his ass, all up and down his crack in addition to his asshole, and then I alternated sucking his balls, choad, and ass for what seemed like twenty minutes, until he rolled on top of me, with his back still to my front, with his ass and big balls in my face, as I alternated sucking them.

He finally rolled off me, and I turned around so we could talk. Chester asked, “Holy shit, Craig, if you were telling me the truth about what you did with your friends in high school, what the fuck came over you to get you to suck my ass? I’ve never felt anything so wonderful, except of course, the feeling of shooting my cum into your mouth, and feeling you swallowing and sucking for more.”

I was beyond embarrassment at that point, and replied, “It’s so many things. I mean, your cock is so thick and meaty, and you have such big, tasty balls. But I think the thing that turns me on the most is your huge cum loads. I love the taste and feeling the heavy flow of your cum flooding my mouth and swallowing it, and just the idea that you’re nourishing me with your bodily fluids. I guess I’m learning more about my latent submissiveness too, and it turns me on when you make me yield to your desires.”

Chester smiled, and said, “Wow, Craig old buddy, I never thought I’d have such a fervent admirer, and could have never guessed you would be a hungry cock sucker for me. It sounds like a good match, and I plan to take advantage of it, and push your limits by trying out at least one more thing I’ve read about.

“You said that you liked being flooded with bodily fluids, and although I don’t know this to be true, I read somewhere that urine is pretty much sterile when taken directly from the urethra of a healthy person. I’ve got to piss like a racehorse and want you to take it into your mouth and swallow it. It would be best to take my load on your knees this first time, so you don’t choke.”

It was hard to tell if he were serious, and I asked, “Are you sure about this? I mean, I’ll do it, and after sucking your asshole it couldn’t be that bad, but I’ve never heard about anything like this.”

He answered, “I really like the feeling of my cock in your mouth, and even better when you were so easily taking my cum and swallowing it. I think it will also be fun to see the look on your face and feeling you swallow while drinking my piss. Just do it, Craig, you said you wanted to yield to my desires.”

I moved between his knees as Chester sat on the side of the bed, and took his big, soft cock into my mouth. I looked up at his face as he looked down at me, smiling, before his cock flexed and I felt the first squirt of his piss. His piss was a little tangy and salty but didn’t taste that bad, and I loved the strength of the spray in my mouth. I swallowed fast to keep up with the heavy flow, and he pissed for over a minute before he flexed his cock again with the final squirt.

Chester didn’t try to push me away, and I continued sucking his cock as it hardened, and he said, “Damn, boy, it seems like you’re ready for another load, even after emptying my bladder. Come back up on the bed and suck my cock for a while, until I feed you another load.”

He lay on his side on the bed and I lay in front of him on my side, in the opposite direction with my lower body angled away from his face and began sucking his soft cock. It took about thirty seconds for it to get hard again, and I continued sucking him as he rolled on top of me, using pillows to support his upper body on my groin, and I gripped his bare ass with my hands as he began stroking into my mouth.

Chester fucked me more and more aggressively, pushing his big cock into my throat on each downstroke, and I liked that feeling of being used like a cunt to satisfy his lust. I was fucked by him for what seemed like almost ten minutes, when his cock began to throb and pulse, as my mouth was flooded with a load of cum almost as big as the first one. He stayed on me for a few more minutes, slowly thrusting his deflating cock into my mouth, before rolling off to the side.

I sat up and turned around, saying, “Wow, Chester, it’s been only a little over an hour since I sucked you off the first time, and this load was almost as big. Your cum is so thick and tasty, and I can’t get enough of it.”

He laughed, and said, “Yeah, well, I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of feeding it to you either. But I’m getting tired now, and we’d better get to bed. I’d like for you to get up about fifteen minutes earlier than usual in the morning and come to my room to suck out my overnight load, which should be big and tasty for you.”

The Next Day

I stopped by Chester’s room in the morning, and he was sitting on his bed naked and waiting for me. I had an idea, and said, “I like nothing better than taking your load in my mouth and feeling it shooting in, but I’d like to try something different this morning, just this one time. You can sit on the edge of the bed and I’ll suck your cock, but when you start to ejaculate, I want to catch it in one of these water cups so see how much you shoot after all night.”

He was agreeable, and I sucked his cock and fondled his balls for about five minutes, before he warned, “Oh fuck, you’d better move that cup in front of my cock right now.”

Chester was moaning and his cock was flexing and spewing as he squirted shot after shot of cum into the cup, and I squeezed and stroked it to get most of the flow. Afterward, I took his cock into my mouth to suck it and get any remaining oozing before looking at the cup. I guessed that was an eight-ounce cup and it looked like he had ejaculated over two ounces into it.

I marked the cup at the cum line, and then he smiled when I turned up the cup and drank it down. Then I washed out the cup so I could take it to get a measurement of the volume by filling it to the cum line with multiple tablespoons of water. I found out at home that it was seventy-five milliliters, or about two and a half ounces.

Our morning at work was uneventful from a sexual perspective, since we were working with some of our client’s personnel, but things changed when Chester got horny after lunch. We were in one of the equipment rooms with no one else around, and he dropped his pants and underwear to his knees and said, “I need to pump a load, Craig, so get on your knees and get me off. I might even want to wash my thick cream down for you.”

We went behind a monitoring panel and I sucked his cock as I held his bare ass and pulled him into my mouth. He ejaculated in about six minutes, and I kept sucking as his cock flexed, and he pissed in my mouth for about thirty seconds.

I sucked his cock a little more after he pissed, and before we knew what was happening, we heard a voice, and Mitch, one of the customer’s supervisors, came around the corner talking before he saw us, saying, “Hey guys, we need to pull you off this for a while to work on another assembly, and, oh shit, what the fuck is going on here?”

Chester pulled his cock out of my mouth and was zipping up as he said, “Oh shit, Mitch, this is really embarrassing. Is there any way we can keep this between us, and not stir up a bunch of shit about it?”

Mitch is a big, rugged man in his fifties, and he rubbed his crotch for a few seconds before saying, “This is a big breach of our codes and standards, but if your cock sucker is hungry for another load, we might be able to keep this between us. My wife’s on the rag, and I wouldn’t mind shooting a load.”

He knew that he had us, and nothing more was said as Chester stepped back, and Mitch moved in front of me, dropping his pants and underwear to his ankles. I didn’t hesitate to lean in and take his thick, meaty cock into my mouth, and it appeared to be almost seven inches long on soft. He had a strong, sweaty, and musky aroma from working in the morning heat.

I gripped his ass and pulled his cock into my mouth as it hardened to nine inches long, and he began to fuck my face as he said, “Damn, Chester, I’ve never been sucked by a man before, and didn’t expect your cock sucking friend, Craig, here to be this enthusiastic about sucking my cock. He seems to love my big, Texas meat, and when I’m through feeding him, I think I’ll bring Cody and Billy in to feed him too.”

Mitch didn’t last long in my mouth, and I held onto his bare ass as he thrust and ejaculated a good-sized load into my mouth, but not nearly as big as Chester’s loads. Then I surprised him when he tried to pull back, and I moved down to suck his big, hairy, aromatic balls, and he said, “Wow, Craig really is a full-service cock sucker.”

I sucked Mitch’s balls for a few minutes, and then sucked his cock again, before he pulled away and said, “Whoa, man, that’s enough for now. Maybe I can get you to suck me again tomorrow, and I can even come to your room tonight, where we’ll be more comfortable and have more time. But for now, stay right where you are. I’m going to get Cody and Billy in here so you can suck out their loads.”

When Mitch left, Chester laughed and said, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, old buddy, but it looks like you’re going to get a couple more feedings. I guess we can just chalk it up to good customer relations, since you seem more than okay with it.”

Cody and Billy are also rugged men, looking to be in their forties, and although their cocks aren’t as big as Chester’s and Mitch’s, they were still fun to suck, and had tasty loads of cum. They were sweaty and musky too, which added to the nastiness and my pleasure.

I sucked Chester off again later that afternoon, and then Mitch joined us for dinner at Denny’s before coming back to the motel with us. They both came to my room, and I took turns sucking them until about 11:00 pm, when Mitch had to leave. But over the course of the evening, I did everything with Mitch that I had done with Chester, sucking his ass, and taking his piss.

That week was the beginning of my sexual relationship with Chester and some of our customers, and Chester even gets me to suck him off when we’re at home and we find opportunities to be alone. It’s now three years later, and I still enjoy travelling with Chester, and sucking his big cock to taste and swallow those huge ejaculations of his.