In Part 1 of this story I explained how my best friend, Alan, and I sucked one another’s cocks for the first time when we were sixteen years old. After that, he let me know that he had no interest in sucking me again, but he was happy to have me suck him at every opportunity. I found out that I loved the taste of cock, balls and cum in my mouth, and I began sucking other boys from the neighborhood. By the end of high school, I was regularly sucking over a half-dozen boys, and even sucking their asses and drinking their piss.

My sucking cock seemed to be just a teenage obsession. It ended when I went away to college, got more-interested in girls, and didn’t have my old friends around to tempt me. As I look back on it today, I realize that what started as a seemingly-innocent, teenage curiosity about sucking cock with my best friend turned into something much more. I discovered my strong desire and need to be submissive to more-dominant men.

It aroused me so much to be used by those boys for their pleasure. And the nastiness of swallowing men’s piss and sucking their asses fed my need to be dominated even more. As you’ll learn in Part 2 of my story, I didn’t start sucking cocks again until my wife and I moved back to the Atlanta area when we were in our fifties.

Part 2

I met my future wife, Kendra, in college, and we were married right after graduation. I have a degree in electrical engineering and got a job with a big company in New Jersey. Kendra became a high school teacher. I was very successful with the company and got many promotions as the years passed and we raised our family there. Any memories of my indiscretions as a teenage cock sucker had all but faded away over the years.

Kendra and I had a normal and active sex life, despite my small, four and quarter inch dick. That’s probably because I like performing oral sex on her more than anything, and the one remaining vestige from my teen years is the enjoyment I get eating my own cum from her pussy.

By the time I was fifty-five years old, I had long been a senior vice-president in my company and was then promoted to be the division president of our new facility in the Atlanta area. I had periodically been back there to visit family over the years and still preferred the more-laid back South to the hustle and bustle of New Jersey. Our kids were already grown and out on their own, so Kendra and I moved to a trendy suburb that we could well afford on my new salary. We also joined the country club that was part of the community.

Kendra retired from teaching when we made the move and spent a lot of time decorating and furnishing our new home. She is a beautiful woman, who even at the age of fifty-five looked ten years younger. She is five feet and six inches tall and weighed one hundred and twenty-five pounds at the time of the move. Her body is fit from frequent workouts at the gym, and her 36D breasts were amazingly firm and full for her age.

The only unfortunate thing for me is that she had lost interest in having sex with me over the previous few years, and I was only rarely allowed to fuck or eat her out. I sometimes thought that she might have become bored with my little dick but could never be sure. She told me before we were married that she had numerous previous sexual experiences with boys with bigger cocks than mine, but she never tried to belittle me about it.

It was nice being in the area with family again, and I at first had no interest in looking up any of my old high school friends to see who was still in the area. That all changed on a Friday night after work. Kendra and I met for dinner at a restaurant/lounge near our home. We had a great dinner, and afterwards got a table in the lounge area to have a few more drinks and listen to the music. I got up to go to the restroom and then stopped at the bar to pick up a couple of more drinks for us.

I was just turning to go to the table, when a man standing next to me said, “You look awfully familiar to me, buddy. Do I know you from somewhere?”

I turned and saw a decent looking man about my age with a full beard. His face looked vaguely familiar to me too, although I couldn’t quite place him. He kept staring at me and then said, “I know that it’s been almost forty years and we’ve both changed, but you look like a guy named Ed that I knew in high school. My name is Mike.”

“Holy fuck”, I thought to myself, that was Mike. He hadn’t changed too much, just a little heavier, though the beard made it hard to recognize him at first. Memories of the things we had done as teenagers came flooding into my mind. I didn’t know if I was happy to see him or not, and it took me a few seconds to respond to him.

I finally reached to shake his hand and said, “Oh my goodness, it is you, Mike. How have you been? Are you here with your wife?”

Mike shook my hand and then he showed that he's his old, crass self when he said, “I’ve been fine I guess, and I divorced my third wife a couple of months ago. That’s why I was happy to see you standing here. If you still like to suck cock, I’d sure like to use your mouth about now.”

His comments were rude, even for him. And yet, a chill ran down my spine when he mentioned that he wanted to use my mouth. I was lost in thought for a few moments, thinking about his huge cock and the large cum loads he used to shoot, and especially how much I enjoyed servicing him. Those old feelings of submissiveness flashed through my psyche, and I even felt a twinge in my dick.

Then I decided that it would be best to cool him down a little, and I responded, “Whoa now, Mike. I haven’t done anything like that since high school. I'm married to my wife of thirty-three years. She’s here with me tonight, and you can join us if you want to.”

Mike seemed flustered when he learned that I was with my wife, probably thinking that he was missing his chance for a blowjob, although he agreed to join us. I could tell that he was immediately smitten with Kendra, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off the plunging neckline of her blouse, that showed off her beautiful breasts. We talked for the next hour, with Mike focusing most of his comments on my wife. We did talk about what we did for a living, and I learned that he hadn’t gone to college. Instead, he owned an industrial plumbing supplies store and shop, that he inherited from his dad when he retired, selling and repairing electric water pumps and related devices.

We had several drinks, and Mike was really turning on the charm with Kendra. I got the feeling that she was somewhat attracted to his aggressively outgoing persona. He certainly never had a problem charming the girls in high school, although his three failed marriages didn’t speak too well of his ability to maintain long-term relationships. Many of the girls probably put up with his shitty personality, just to get fucked by his huge cock. We talked for an hour or so, and then Mike said he had to go.

On his way out, he handed me his business card and said, “Tomorrow is Saturday, Ed, so if you have time you should stop by my shop. With your background, and um engineering experience, you might be interested in some of my projects.”

The next day Kendra told me that I really should go by to visit Mike at his shop. She felt that it would be rude to ignore his invitation. I was afraid that his mentioning ‘with your background’ he was definitely hinting at trying to get me to suck his cock again. If I still had an active sexual relationship with Kendra, I would have probably turned down the invitation. However, the little brain in my dick was curious about what it would be like to suck cock as an adult after all those years. I reasoned that sucking cock was better than having no sex at all.

I showed up at Mike’s business about mid-morning on Saturday. The retail store was closed, and I had to walk around to the back through a side gate to find him. He was surprised, yet very happy, to see me. He was drinking a beer and showed me around the various work stations to see some of the pumping equipment he was working on. Then he locked the side gate and closed the shop, before we went to his office. He was wearing grimy coveralls and excused himself to go change as I took a seat on his leather couch. He was sure exhibiting his cockiness when he came back into his office wearing only a t-shirt and tight, white underwear.

He handed me a beer and had another one for himself, as he sat on the couch next to me and said, “I sure enjoyed seeing you again last night, for the first time in over thirty-seven years, and your wife is absolutely stunning. I can’t figure out how a cock sucker like you, with such a little dick, could have gotten such a hot wife and kept her all these years. Man, oh man, all I could think about while I was staring at her beautiful tits was how much she would enjoy my big cock, after being used to your little one. I’d sure like to fuck your bitch. But first, I’d like for you to get reacquainted with my cock. I haven’t had any pussy in weeks, and I really have the blue balls.”

Mike pulled off his underwear, and I saw his soft, vein-covered, eight-inch cock and huge, egg-sized balls hanging between his legs and onto the couch. Precum was already oozing from his thick foreskin, and he was very confident that I would fall right back into my teenage habit of sucking his cock whenever he demanded it. I wasn’t about to disappoint him. His genitals had a strong, yet not objectionable, musky and sweaty odor that I smelled just sitting next to him. He smiled at me as he spread his legs and watched as I got on my knees between them. He is hairier than when we were younger, and it looked like his cock might even be a little bigger.

I sucked his oozing cock head into my mouth, and it was almost as if I had never stopped sucking him. I loved the taste of his foreskin and precum, and I sucked hard and licked as I worked farther down on his hard, eleven-inch shaft.

Mike held my head and thrust his hips, fucking my mouth as he said, “Oh fuck yessss, I knew when I saw you at the bar last night that you’d still want to be my cock sucker. I wonder what your pretty wife would think if she saw you between my legs with your mouth stuffed full of fuck meat? You still seem hungry for it too, and if you want me to continue feeding you like this, you need to help me fuck your pretty wife. I can hardly wait to hear her squeal when she feels my cock inside her cunt for the first time.”

It only took him three or four minutes to cum, and he held my head firmly on his cock as he pumped spray after spray of his thick semen and sperm into my mouth. I loved the taste and texture of his man cream after all of those years. His cock had softened a little, and just as I was pulling off him, with his still oozing cock head just leaving my mouth, I saw a flash of light. Mike had taken a picture showing my face with his huge cock head just in my mouth with his cum on my lips and tongue.

He laughed and said, “We sure wouldn’t want this picture to show up in a letter to your wife. If you help me fuck her, then I’ll make it disappear.”

Mike thought that he had to threaten me to get me to help him, not knowing that I also wanted to see his big cock fucking my wife. We rested, had another beer, and talked for about fifteen minutes. Then Mike had me lay back on the couch and he sat on my face feeding me his huge balls. I loved being pinned under him that way, and before I knew it he was up to his old tricks and feeding me his hairy ass. It was almost like we were teenagers again, except that his hairier, heavier and flabbier ass more tightly enveloped my face, and made it harder for me to get a breath. Then I sucked him off again, and that time he emptied his bladder into my mouth to get rid of the beer he drank.

When I was leaving he said, “You better figure out a way to get your wife interested in fucking me. In the meantime, I’ll be fucking your mouth every chance we get.”

Knowing that Kendra had experienced big cocks with other boys before we started dating, I was hoping that the mention of Mike’s big cock would be of interest to her.

So, when I got home at around 1:00 pm, and she asked me how it went with Mike, I said, “He’s got a nice business there, but I have to be honest and tell you that I was even more impressed with something else. When we went into his office and he was changing out of his coveralls, I couldn’t help but notice his huge cock and balls. My goodness, honey, his cock was soft and hanging between his legs, and it had to be at least eight inches long. I can only imagine how big it gets when hard. And his testicles are the size of eggs and hang low in his hairy scrotum. He caught me staring at him and said that I should take a picture if I liked looking it so much.”

I wasn’t sure how Kendra would react to my comments. But when I looked at her face I saw a lustful look that I hadn’t seen in a long time. So, I continued saying things that would imply that I had more than a little curiosity about his cock. I said, “Don’t think badly of me when I tell you this, honey, but his cock almost seemed attractive to me. I’ve never had any interest in other men’s genitals, but the way it was swinging there so heavily between his legs was so appealing in raw sexual way.”

“It was hard to stop staring at him. I think the reason it caught my attention is because of what you told me before we were married. You told me that you had been with numerous boys who have bigger cocks than mine. I’ve always thought you preferred those bigger cocks. And now, after seeing Mike’s big cock, I find myself wondering if you’ve lost interest in having sex lately because you’ve gotten bored with my small dick. I can’t help wondering what it would feel like for you to fuck a cock that big again.”

Kendra sat there speechless for a few moments and then said, “Damn, Ed, I’ve never seen you show this much passion about anything sexual, and I can see that his cock really impresses you. I can understand why, since it sounds huge. I have to admit that I did enjoy those bigger cocks a lot. You always made up for being smaller though, by being so willing to suck my pussy to orgasm, and you have always enjoyed eating your own cum. But why are you telling me about his cock?”

I replied, “I haven’t thought it all through, although I was thinking that if we began to fantasize about you fucking a man with a big cock, then maybe that would spice up our love life. I could even go by Mike’s shop again and tell him that I wanted to take him up on his offer of getting some pictures of his cock and balls. I might even tell him that I wanted to show them to you. I remember him being so arrogant in high school, and the rumor was that he was that way because he thought all the girls wanted to fuck his big cock. He’d probably be happy to let me get the pictures if he thinks that I'll be showing them to you.”

She agreed to my suggestion, and we had the best sex in several years that night. The next day after work I took my camera with me, stopped by Mike’s shop, and told him about my conversation with my wife. He was elated and let me take over twenty photos of him from soft, to all stages of hardness. I even got different angles showing his huge balls and the way both his cock and balls hang between his legs, even from below and behind. I obviously sucked him off both before, after and during the taking of the photos, and many of them showed his cock being wet with my saliva.

When I got home I uploaded the pictures to my computer and called Kendra in to look at them with me. She immediately began to finger-fuck herself when she saw the pictures of his cock and balls. She asked me why his cock and balls looked wet in so many of the photos, and I couldn’t very well tell her that I had been sucking him. I just said that he had some lubricant, and that he wanted the photos to look wet for her. It really turned her on knowing that he knew the photos were for her.

She asked me if it was hard to convince him to let me take the pictures. That’s when I put the icing on the cake by saying, “When I asked him if I could take the photos, and then told him that I wanted to show them to you, he went berserk. He even admitted that he couldn’t keep his eyes off your big tits at the bar that night, and all he could think about was fucking you.”

Our fantasies were enhanced from that night forward, and we were looking at his photos and imagining that she was fucking Mike, instead of some faceless stranger. She always sat on my face after we fucked and told me to eat all of Mike’s nasty cum from her slutty cunt. It didn’t seem like she was ready to go any further at that point though, so I kept sucking Mike’s cock at least three times a week and telling him that Kendra might be ready soon.

In the meantime, I tried to find out if some of my other friends from high school were still in the area. I learned that Alan was married and still in the Atlanta area, as well as Pee Wee. Charles had moved to Texas a few years prior. Robert also lived in a nearby suburb, and Bob had long since moved to an unknown location.

I contacted Alan first, since his was the first cock I had sucked in high school and invited him to join me for a drink. We met at a tavern and were both happy to see one another again. He's still married to his second wife and working as a foreman in an industrial painting company. We talked for an hour and a half drinking beer, and he had made no mention of our cock sucking experiences in high school.

From the way he sometimes looked at me and then looked away, I got the feeling that he might even be a little embarrassed about it and would likely not let me suck him again. I finally decided that I had to know one way or the other, so I asked, “Do you ever think about the fun we had in that shed in my back yard? I mean, I was the one doing all of the sucking after the first night, but I know that you enjoyed being sucked off.”

Alan looked very uncomfortable and was squirming in his chair as he responded, “Fuck, Ed, did you really have to bring that shit up? I know that I enjoyed it at the time, but I moved on and got married, and haven’t thought too much about that homo shit since. I heard rumors that you were doing some really nasty stuff with some other boys too. I just don’t want to think about it or discuss it anymore.”

His reluctance made me want to suck his cock more than ever, even if it would probably be the last time. So, I tried to get him to sympathize with me when I fibbed a little saying, “I know what you mean, man. After high school I went thirty-seven years without even thinking about all the cocks I sucked. Then in the last two years or so, my wife has lost all interest in sex. So, when we moved here, and I ran into Mike at a bar, I started to remember what I had done, as if it was just yesterday. I can’t help it, Alan. Now I’ve got these strong urges to try sucking cock again. Please, Alan, won’t you let me suck you off at least one more time?”

He looked upset with me and shook his head saying, “I can’t believe that my best friend from high school is begging to suck my cock again at this point in our lives. I tell you what though, if you really want to suck my fuck meat again, then I’ll let you do it just this one last time. And since we’ve been drinking for the past hour and a half, I’m going to get nasty with you like those other boys did. I’ll let you suck my ass, before I wash down my cum for you, with a nice load of beer piss. Let’s go out to my van, cock sucker, so you can enjoy my meat again. And who knows, maybe I’ll like it more than I think since I’m not getting much pussy at home anymore either.

We went into the side door of his full-sized van, and he sat on one of the swivel captain’s chairs in the back. Then he tilted the chair, laid back, and slid his ass to the edge of the seat and said, “If you want to suck my cock so bad, cock sucker, then you can do all of the work yourself. Take it out of my zipper or pull my pants down, whatever you want to do to get at my meat.”

Alan probably thought he was somehow punishing me with his words, not knowing that I was getting even more turned on by his harsh and demeaning comments, and the thought of being submissive to him. I quickly unfastened his belt and pants and pulled them down and completely off his legs, along with his underwear. I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the chair, which was then swiveled to the side facing the other captain’s chair. I got between his wide-spread legs as he lifted them onto the seat of the other chair, which gave me full access from below his crotch. The chair was at the perfect height with me sitting in front of him.

His cock was still soft and bigger than I remembered, and his hairy balls are the size of eggs and hanging down over the edge of the chair in his hairy scrotum. I thought that was my last time sucking him, and I was determined to make it last as long as possible. I leaned in and got my first smell of his wonderfully musky crotch. Then I took his soft, uncircumcised cock in one hand to lift it out of the way, as I fondled his balls with the other. I opened wide and pressed my lips against his left nut and began gently sucking and licking it. Then I sucked his testicle fully into my mouth and continued sucking it as I rolled it around with my tongue.

He scooted down farther to give me even better access, and I began licking and sucking the crease between the top of his scrotum and inner thigh. Then I alternated between both testicles, sucking, licking and kissing every part of his massive ball sack. I had expected him to be indifferent to me sucking him, and was a little surprised when he started moaning, as he used his legs on the other chair as leverage and lifted and tilted his hips to give me even better access.

I took the hint and nudged his balls out of the way with my nose and had them resting on my upper face and head, as I began sucking his swollen perineum. I was getting so horny at that point that I wrapped my arms around his hips and upper thighs and pulled him forward until his ass and all his weight were resting on my face. Then I began licking and sucking his ass crack, periodically brushing his asshole with my tongue. That’s when he reached down under his thighs and pulled my head more firmly against his ass.

He was still squirming and pressing down on my face as he said, “Oh shit yeah, Ed, suck my ass for me! Nobody’s ever done that for me.”

That position was quite comfortable for me. It wasn’t all that different from having someone sitting on my face in bed. I held him tightly on me as I sucked his ass and stroked his cock as it quickly hardened. I then felt his precum running down my hand and knew that he was enjoying everything I was doing for him.

I must have been under him that way for at least ten minutes, when he pulled off me and said, “It’s time for your face-fucking, so get up and lay back on the chair and sit like I show you.”

Alan positioned me, so I was on my back in the chair, with my head hanging slightly over the edge of the seat. That put my torso up against the back of the chair, with my legs hooked over the top. Then he leaned in over me, supporting his weight with his hands on my thighs, as he pressed his thick, hard cock to my mouth. I opened wide and sucked his cock in as he began to actively fuck my face. I liked being under him that way, with his big balls slapping against my head and forehead on each stroke. His cock definitely felt thicker than I remembered from our teenage years. Having him on top of me fucking my mouth reminded me of our first night in the shed, when he was on top when he ejaculated into my mouth.

It didn’t take long for him to cum, especially after all that time I was sucking his balls while stroking him. He finally started taking shorter and faster strokes, until cock began to throb, and he pumped a huge load of cum into my mouth. He kept slowly fucking my mouth as his cock softened and he said, “I sure hope you liked eating my fuck slime. I felt like I ejaculated more of my juice than I have in a long time. And fuck, man, you sure do like my balls and ass. It felt like you were making love to me down there. Now get ready, Ed, I’ve got a lot of beer to get rid of here. You’d better swallow it all, so I don’t get any piss on my seats.”

The next thing I knew his cock flexed as he began pissing into my mouth. All that beer made his piss more-diluted, and it tasted pretty good as I struggled to swallow every drop. He pissed steadily for almost a minute, when it slowed to a dribble and he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

Then he sat in the other chair and said, “Fuck, man, that was amazing. I had forgotten how nice it was to have you suck me off. After experiencing that again, and the other nasty shit you did, I might have to change my mind about this homo thing and let you suck me off all the time. I’d hate to have an old friend begging for my cock.”

Alan soon became a regular feeder for me, and with him and Mike I was sucking cocks at least six times a week. Another couple of weeks passed, and Mike was pushing me harder and harder to get him together with Kendra. She was getting more and more into the fantasy of Mike fucking her, and one night I brought it to a head. I wanted to make it my idea to invite Mike to join us to save her the embarrassment.

I was on top of her fucking her, and just after I shot my load into her and was moving down to eat her out, I said, “These fantasies are fun, honey, but I think I’m ready for more. How you would you feel about me inviting Mike over here to really fuck you? I talk to him every now and then, and he’s always teasing me and asking when you’ll be ready for his massive cock. I’d love to be eating his cum out of you right now.”

She held my head in place as I started sucking her labia and swallowing my own cum as she responded, “Holy shit, Ed, are you serious? You’d really want to watch him fuck me, and then you’d really eat his cum? That’s very kinky, honey, and it’s hard for me to believe that my husband would really eat another man’s cum. But if it turns you on that much, then invite Mike over. I have to admit that it would be fun to experience a big cock inside of me again. The sooner the better as far as I’m concerned.”

I called Mike the next day and invited him to come over that night. He was eager and arrived right on time at 7:00 pm. Kendra answered the door wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tight t-shirt with no bra. She led him into the living room where I was sitting and said, “So, Mike, Ed tells me that you have something very big and special to share with me. Let’s don’t waste any time.”

Kendra took him by the hand and led us to our bedroom. Then she stripped off her clothes, and Mike had a hard time getting his clothes off while staring at her. Kendra’s eyes grew big when she saw his thick and gnarly cock, and it was still soft. She lay back on the bed and he followed her, laying on his side and leaning partially over her. He began to suck her beautiful breasts, as he humped his cock against her leg, and she reached down to feel his huge fuck meat. She began stroking it as his cock hardened, and then she said, “Damn, Mike, I can see why Ed was so impressed with your cock. Come on and fuck me now, I’ve just got to feel your fuck meat inside of me.”

Mike rolled over onto Kendra, with his big cock poised at her wet, hairy labia. Then I watched in awe as he pushed his huge, oozing cock into her receptive cunt. She moaned and gasped as his cock stretched my wife’s adulterous pussy.

It looked like he bottomed out in her with still four inches to go, and she began swiveling her hips and screaming out, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, it feels like your splitting me in two with your huge cock. It feels so fucking good, almost like I’m being fucked by a log. Push harder, baby, let’s get the whole fucking thing inside of me.”

Kendra pulled Mike down to kiss her as they copulated on my marriage bed. His cock was buried repeatedly in her as she wrapped her legs around his ass to hold him on top of her. She was having orgasm after orgasm, and he didn’t last very long. He finally stiffened up as I saw his ass flex, when he was pumping my wife full of his thick cum.

He stayed in her as his cock softened, and when he did roll off her, Kendra looked over at me and said, “Thank you for bringing Mike into our bed, honey. That was the most fantastic fuck I’ve ever had, and I want you to be a part of it. Get down there between my legs and suck me clean, baby, just like we’ve been fantasizing about.”

I quickly moved down and sucked, liked, and tongued her swollen labia that were matted with their fuck juices. His cum came flowing out into my mouth, and I loved eating his splooge from my wife’s cunt.

After she was clean, Mike pulled me over to him, looked at Kendra and said, “Now watch your cock sucking husband clean me up too. He just loves sucking my big cock, just like he did sucking me and his other friends back in high school. You apparently had no idea that you married such a nasty cock sucker.”

He pulled me down and I first sucked his balls, and then his cock. Kendra was looking at me with an amused look on her face as I sucked Mike’s genitals. It only took him about ten minutes to get hard again, and she fucked him again. Afterwards we lay in bed talking, as Mike told her all about my sucking him and the other boys in high school, and even how I sucked their asses and drank their piss. I expected her to be very angry with me.

Instead, she said, “Wow, honey, I had no idea that you were such a naughty boy. Now that I know, we need to get all your old friends over here to fuck me and fuck your face. If all of them have good-sized cocks, this will be fun for both of us.”

Mike stayed with us that night and fucked Kendra two more times before we had to get up for work in the morning. In between them fucking, Mike showed Kendra how he could sit on my face as I sucked his ass and he even pissed into my mouth for her. By the end of that night it was clear that my relationship with Kendra was changed forever.

I contacted Pee Wee a couple of days later, and rather than trying to meet him in a bar somewhere, I just invited him to our home. When I first spoke with him on the phone, he already knew that I was back in town and sucking cocks again. Mike had called him and also let him know that my wife wanted to fuck my old friends. Pee Wee is married, but not getting much pussy at home, so he was happy to come over. Kendra was very happy with his very thick, ten-inch cock, and I enjoyed sucking him and eating his big cum loads again.

The next time I sucked Alan’s cock I told him that my wife would be happy to fuck him, and Robert was also happy to use Kendra and me since he was recently divorced. So, at that point I had Mike, Pee Wee, Alan and Robert regularly fucking Kendra and my mouth when she wasn’t available. Sometimes two or three of them would stop by at the same time, and that kept both of us busy satisfying their lust.

After a while, the newness wore off, and Kendra was being fucked an average of only six times a week total by those four men. I also met with them from time to time just to suck them off. The problem is that she had developed an insatiable lust for those big cocks, and she wanted me to find her other men to fuck. Given my position at work, I couldn’t very well entice any of my employees to fuck her.

Up until that time I had not used our membership at the country club, and I decided to give that a try to find more cocks for Kendra and me. I had never in my life played golf, so I began taking lessons with Mitchell, the club pro who also happens to be a dark-skinned black man. He is a about six feet and two inches tall and weighed maybe one hundred and ninety pounds. His lessons aren’t cheap, but I didn’t mind spending the money to have concentrated, one-on-one, twice-a-week lessons with him. He has a fairly dominating personality, as you might expect for someone trying to teach a sport as difficult as golf.

At first, he treated me patronizingly like any other middle-aged duffer who was starting the sport later in life. However, I surprisingly improved quickly, and in only three months I was consistently shooting in the nineties, with some rounds in the eighties. We were becoming pretty good friends, although it had never occurred to me to seek out a black man for Kendra. I had just been looking forward to the day when I could play a decent game of golf with other members and meet men that way.

One Saturday near the time when my lessons would be ending, we played thirty-six holes of golf in the hot Georgia sun. It was late in the afternoon when we finished, and we were both hot and sweaty. We decided to have a couple of drinks before taking a shower. By the time we went back down to the locker room, all the other members were dressed and gone. We had a choice of using separate shower stalls, but both of us went to the open shower bay which has three shower heads.

I was self-conscious about my little dick, as I had been in high school, so I was turned away from Mitchell when we first got into the shower. I finally turned his way when I thought the steam might partially obscure his view of me. I was first attracted to his muscular body, as I watched the soap suds and water cascading over his dark skin. Then I noticed his huge, thick, uncircumcised cock that looked like a hooded, black python hanging between his legs. It was soft and looked to be almost nine inches long, and his big plum-sized balls were swinging between his legs. I had obviously seen and sucked a few big cocks, but there was just something about his huge black cock that made it look so tantalizing.

It was difficult to look away, and Mitchell soon noticed that I was staring at him. That’s when he rubbed soap all over his genitals which made them swing between his legs. Then he rinsed off the soap as he looked at me and said, “Damn, Ed, you sure are staring hard at my cock. I guess I can’t blame you though, after seeing that little thing you’ve got there. Don’t be bashful, man, you can come and get a closer look if you want to. I get this same reaction from a lot of white guys who’ve never seen a big piece of black cock meat before.”

The first thing I thought about was how much Kendra would enjoy his big cock, and the novelty of fucking a black man. Then I thought of myself, and how hungry I was getting looking at his meat. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and took his thick, heavy cock into one hand, as I fondled his huge balls with the other. Then I lifted his cock to my mouth and sucked in his foreskin and huge cock head.

He reached down to hold the back of my head as he said, “Damn, boy, I thought you might just want to look. But, what the fuck? If you’re hungry for it, then go ahead. Just don’t plan on stopping before you swallow all of my fucking nut.”

I began sucking him as I grabbed his muscular ass cheeks for balance and to pull him closer to me. In less than a minute his cock grew to at least twelve inches long and the thickest I had ever seen or sucked. He began fucking me hard, shoving his massive cock into my throat as the warm water cascaded over our bodies. After about five minutes he held my tightly in place, as his cock began to throb and filled my mouth with his tasty cum.

He held me there as his cock softened and he said, “Damn, boy, you sucked my cock like you're in love with it. A lot of you white boys just love dark fuck meat.”

We went back to locker room, and since no one else was there, I laid back on the bench and said, “Come on, Mitchell, let me get a good taste of those big fucking balls of yours, and maybe I’ll arrange for you to fuck my wife for me.”

He straddled my head, facing my feet, and sat down on my face, as I sucked and licked his hairy, black scrotum and sucked one of his balls at a time into my mouth. Then he sat down harder on me, pressing his long, thick perineum to my mouth. I sucked him hard there and, holding his hips with my hands, I pulled him forward until my face was buried in his muscular black ass. I knew that he was clean from his shower, so I held him tightly as I sucked and tongued his asshole.

He pressed down even harder then, and was moaning as he said, “That’s right, white boy, eat my Negro ass. You are the nastiest fucking white boy I’ve ever been with. Keep that shit up and I’ll feed you another load.”

I sucked his balls, perineum and ass for about fifteen minutes, and then he backed away for a moment before pushing his revived cock back into my mouth. He fucked my mouth and throat like a cunt before feeding me another load of his thick cum.

Afterwards he said, “You did a nice job sucking me, Ed, but what I want now is some of your wife’s white pussy. She’ll really love my big, black cock.”

Mitchell came home with me that night, and although Kendra was at first apprehensive about fucking a black man, she soon fell in love with his muscular body and huge cock. Following that night, I began to play golf with other club members. It was obvious that Mitchell had told at least one of the members about my wife being a big-cock slut and me being a cock sucker, and from there the word spread. Before long I was being invited to play with many of the members, and they all made it clear that they wanted in on the action.

They would typically find a way to bring up our cuckold lifestyle while we were out on the course, and I would afterwards confirm my taste for cock by sucking them in the locker room. Then all it took was a quick call to Kendra for them to be invited home with me to fuck her.

Kendra and I are now fifty-seven years old, and we plan to continue that lifestyle with my old friends and golfers for as long as possible. Kendra never tires of those big cocks, and I can’t seem to get enough cock, balls and cum, and even a little piss from time to time.