Bill's Not-So-Secret Urge
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	Chapter One

Bill sat trembling in the video booth, even as he stared with wanton 
lust at the eight-inch cock not a foot from his face. This was, after 
all, what he was here for.

It had been years since Bill's last tryst with another man. Bill was 
married with two beautiful children, and had a wonderful sex life at 
home. Yet, he'd been missing something; and there was absolutely no 
doubt in his mind what.

His wife knew of Bill's urges and marveled at how well he had suppressed 
them over the last ten years. He'd told her the truth before they were 
married, and had promised he'd never stray without asking first. She 
knew she didn't have the equipment to satisfy that lust, and had told 
him she understood.

Tonight, he'd asked. Tonight, she'd given him a kiss and her blessing. 
Now, he was here, at the local adult video arcade, with another man's 
throbbing cock begging for his hot mouth and the release it would bring. 
Bill and the nameless, handsome young man in the next booth had taken 
turns peeking at each other through a small hole between the booths just 
minutes ago, watching as the other massaged his member to its full 
hardness and length. Now, they were in the same booth and ready for what 
Bill so hungrily wanted.

And yet, he couldn't help being nervous.

A wave of memories overcame him as he ogled that beautiful rod, its 
single `eye' seemingly staring a hole right back through him. Bill could 
remember the first instant he knew he was irreversibly bisexual.

It wasn't when he used his little brother for `kissing practice', though 
he supposed he should have seen it then. It was the neighbor boy. Alan, 
at all of 12 years old, was so fucking beautiful that Bill - at 17 - 
knew exactly what he wanted: Alan's hard, young body and the bulge that 
was all too noticeable for his age.

Of course, it didn't hurt that Bill had just split up with his 
girlfriend at the time and was horny as all hell.

Bill had broken the ice with his young neighbor by inviting him over to 
look at some magazines he'd ordered by forging his father's signature. 
Bill lived with his divorced mother and figured dad would never know. He 
also figured it was an offer Alan would not refuse.

He was right on both counts.

The teen and preteen would lie on Bill's bed facing each other looking 
at the pictures. Bill brought out only the straight mags first; worried 
that too much, too soon, would scare off the boy. But the 12-year-old 
was more bold than Bill had expected: it was only their second time 
together that Alan actually pulled his dick out of his shorts and 
started jacking off... right in front of Bill!

No invitation was needed anymore, and Bill quickly followed suit. Now's 
my chance, he thought, as he brought a couple of gay mags out and mixed 
them in with the others.

Alan had looked at one, fascinated by pictures of men sucking cock and 
fucking each other. His eyes widened at first, but soon a new expression 
would cross his beautiful boyish features. He fucking loves it, Bill had 
said to himself.

"I will if you will," Bill remembered saying, with a gleam in his eye. 
He had rejoined his young friend on the bed after retrieving the mags, 
this time facing Alan's crotch. He could clearly see for the first time 
the few hairs sprouting just above the most gorgeous six-inch cock he'd 
ever seen - not that he'd seen many up close yet. But Alan clearly was 
built for his age and, evidently, had the chutzpah to back it up.

As if to prove it, Alan had moved closer to Bill's seven-inch dick, but 
then stopped. A moment's hesitation; Bill believed he'd better move 
fast. He'd leaned forward himself and started licking the tip of Alan's 
cock, sending an electric charge through the boy.

Alan had lost his boldness for the moment, tentatively reaching for 
Bill's cock with only his hand at first. Bill then let the head of 
Alan's prick slide between his lips and back out. The boy hadn't stopped 
him yet, so the teen enveloped more than half of Alan's jerking cock 
into his mouth and slid gently back, then sucked in a bit deeper.

It was the first time ever that Alan had felt anything so good! Bill's 
inexperienced mouth was learning fast and sending chills through the 
boy's entire being. If it feels this good, the 12-year-old had thought, 
it must be okay.

Alan, too, would learn very quickly.

	Chapter Two

Bill was staring now at the eight-inch wonder almost touching his lips. 
He'd learned a lot about how to please a man since his first experience 
with Alan. Later sessions with his young neighbor taught him how to 
deep-throat, and just how fucking good it feels!

The get-togethers had taught him the meaning of true passion. The boys 
would make a game of their lovemaking, literally playing with each other 
and experimenting with what felt good. Their favorite was a variation of 
`Cop and Robber': Bill would watch for Alan coming down the street and 
hide in a bush in the front yard. Emerging at the right moment, Bill 
would yell "Freeze!" and `order' the boy to `assume the position' 
against the wall.

Of course, that merely was an excuse for Bill to feel every inch of 
Alan's athletic young body; slowly, almost painfully, making his way 
eventually to the boy's already pulsing cock.

The two then would find a measure of privacy behind a large bush and 
`69' until each was drawn taut with a mind-blowing orgasm.

As a result, the sessions also had taught Bill something even more 
important: he was addicted to cum!

Bill remembered the first time Alan actually blew his nut in his mouth. 
The boy's first orgasms were dry, yet powerful. But the regular 
stimulation from Bill's mouth and throat may have helped Alan's young 
balls grow up; and, suddenly, one mutual suck session ended with a 
mouthful of the boy's first ejaculation! The hot, creamy liquid at first 
had caught Bill by surprise - he'd stopped sucking for a second then, 
regaining his senses, jacked Alan's cock up and down with just the head 
in his mouth.

It was a lot of cum for Alan's first time, and Bill actually felt proud 
for the boy. So much so, he'd opened his mouth to show Alan the result 
of his orgasm. Impossibly, the 12-year-old started shooting all over 
again; this time, Bill had caught it with his mouth open and his tongue 
out. Alan seemed to like that a lot, shooting several more squirts 
before finally collapsing on the bed.

Bill soon would learn that his young neighbor was not the only one who 
enjoyed watching.

The handsome man in his late 20s now standing next to Bill reached down 
and fondled his throbbing seven-inch cock and, finally, the involuntary 
shivering stopped. The long meat staring him in the face had softened 
slightly, and now the tip was pointing slightly down, betraying the 
upward bend which accompanied the man's full erection. Bill turned his 
attention back to matters before him and slid the tip of that beautiful 
cock into his mouth.

It was eight seconds before the intentionally slow pace of Bill's 
sucking brought his lips to the base of the eight-inch prick throbbing 
at his very touch. That was another trick Bill had learned over the 
years, and it had served him well. Many of his partners had said he was 
the best cocksucker they'd ever known.

Bill used the tip of his tongue to tickle the sensitive underside of his 
new lover's dick as he slowly slid all eight inches back out of his 
mouth. He swallowed the whole thing once again, using his tongue to lick 
the man's balls while his long dong was in the back of his throat. THAT 
did it; his newest `sucker' was fully hard again, pointing up, and Bill 
began to gag. He couldn't take more than six inches that way.

A `69' would be perfect, Bill thought to himself, knowing that was not 
possible in the booth. He remembered his all-time favorite `69', and how 
nervous he had been to learn that a man of whom he thought like a 
brother wanted him in bed!

David was an adventurous young man, and a very horny one at that. Bill 
once had walked in on him and a girlfriend at a mutual friend's house, 
as David slowly pumped her juicy teen pussy right on the edge of the 
bathroom sink! David always had thought himself straight until a much 
older man propositioned him, for pay! He was not prepared for how much 
he'd actually enjoy the experience.

Bill by then was in his late 20s and fully comfortable with his 
sexuality. Then David had opened up to him, and it was like his first 
time all over again.

The men had showered, and Bill was stalling, trying to think of 
something - ANYthing - to do to pass some time. David was having none of 
it, finally grabbing Bill's towel and exposing his flaccid penis.

"What's wrong?" David had asked.

Bill couldn't hide it anymore. "You're like a brother to me, man. I 
don't fuck with my brother." Not beyond their youthful play, anyway.

David had smiled when he heard what he'd expected, and said Bill was 
like a brother to him, too. "It doesn't bother me, does it?"

The barrier was broken.

	Chapter Three

Bill had slid onto the bed and the men wasted no time enveloping each 
other's manhood. David's cock was impressive: nine inches long, it was 
no bigger around than Bill's. Long, and narrow, with a slight upward 
turn to its jerking hardness, it aimed right for the throat in the `69' 
position. Bill sucked it to the base and found to his amazement that he 
could keep it there indefinitely without gagging! David's beautiful big 
prick felt as if it had belonged there!

David had moaned his approval and slurped greedily on Bill's dong, 
taking all seven inches he had to offer. Bill was sucking very slowly, 
intentionally giving his friend as much pleasure on each stroke as he 
could. David's meat popped from Bill's mouth and the older of the two 
flicked his tongue along the sensitive underside, craning his neck to 
reach two very happy balls.

What the hell was I waiting for, Bill had thought, enjoying every inch 
of David's prick, sliding it slowly in and out, all nine inches at a 
time, every time, until the younger man could hold back no more.

Jets of hot cum lined Bill's throat, and a little in his mouth on the 
outstroke. It had tasted good, but it always seemed to shoot into his 
throat instead of where he could enjoy it. David soon got every drop of 
Bill's cum in his mouth, and he gratefully swallowed the load.

Bill would resolve himself to correct that oversight next time.

The men had rested awhile, talking like the lifelong friends they were. 
David told Bill about his few gay experiences, and how much he'd enjoyed 
them. He especially loved to fuck, he had said.

By that time Bill enjoyed being fucked, but was not too fond of doing 
the same; for whatever reason, it just didn't feel right. But David now 
was rolling over to expose his nether pucker, and Bill went for it.

It had slid in too easily, Bill remembered, and felt better than anyone 
else's ass by far! After several minutes he'd asked his friend to return 
the favor. David's nine-inch cock had slid into his own rectum far too 
smoothly, too, and the men fucked until David's wad coated Bill's inner 
walls and his own shot high into the air and landed in his face. He 
couldn't remember ever emptying his balls with so much force!

Two hot, big balls were the target of Bill's attention now, jerking up 
slightly at the touch of his tongue. He watched that huge cock just 
above his face for any sign of softening slightly, so he could take its 
entire length again. It obliged.

Bill ran his tongue slowly up the underside to the tip of the beautiful 
boner before him and again slid all eight inches slowly down his throat. 
The man attached to that cock moaned, and it was all too soon that the 
big prick grew to full hardness again.

If I'm lucky, Bill thought, he'll let me do what I did for David the 
second time we'd gotten together.

The young men had seen each other several times since that day in Bill's 
apartment, but had acted like the friends they always were. Perhaps both 
needed to prove they still could be. But Bill practically attacked David 
the next time they were completely alone.

Bill had knelt before David during his gentle assault on his nine-inch 
prick, managing maybe seven from that angle. David didn't care, it felt 
too fucking good to have Bill's talented mouth on his meat again.

This time Bill had known when his friend was ready to cum, and began 
jacking him off. Bill opened his mouth wide and touched his tongue just 
under the head of David's cock. The younger man's eyes had bulged: Oh my 
God, he's going to let me watch!

The first gob of the creamy white stuff hit the back of Bill's throat 
and dribbled onto his tongue. The second hit the front teeth and landed 
on top of the first. A third jet flooded Bill's tongue and the fourth 
some more. It seemed to keep coming until the pink of the tongue below 
was no longer visible, coated with hot cum, and still it kept coming.

David's orgasm had been almost too strong to keep watching as more and 
more of his thick sperm filled Bill's mouth; it was lucky for him that 
the wall was holding him up! Finally the spasming stopped, and Bill 
leaned back slightly to show his mouth half full with David's cum!

Bill had smiled at the look of exhausted bliss on his friend's face; but 
he wasn't quite finished, making a show of swallowing it all and opening 
his now empty mouth for David to see.

"Holy fuck," David had said. He'd nearly passed out, just barely keeping 
his wits about him. It was almost too much!

As it turned out, it also would be their swan song: Bill would move 
shortly afterwards and never see David again.

	Chapter Four

"Don't take this wrong," his newest partner began, "but that feels 
better when I'm slightly soft."

"I'm not surprised," Bill responded. "I can take it all the way down my 
throat like that. It's too bad we can't lie down in here." The man 
grunted his understanding and didn't complain when Bill left his crotch 
and arose to kiss the good-looking young stranger.

Bill had to resist the urge to ask his partner to fuck him. After all, 
he wanted the man's hot cum in his mouth, and wasn't too fond of the 
taste the good fucking would leave behind. Good fucking, Bill repeated 
to himself; he suddenly remembered his first was anything but.

The man he had met on the public bus was interested in more than a 
mutual sucking. The two had left the bus close to Bill's home but the 
then-18-year-old still lived with his mother and younger brother at the 
time and was not about to take this man to their house.

A service-station restroom would have to do, and the men began sucking 
each other again until the older man turned Bill around and leaned him 
over the back of the toilet.

The sudden, sharp pain was overwhelming as the man violated Bill's 
virgin ass without so much as a warning. Bill screamed, and the man 
fortunately was no rapist. "Give it a few seconds, it'll be okay," he 
had said. Bill managed through tears to beg him to take it out, and he 
soon was given his relief.

"I've never done that before," Bill had cried. The man truly was sorry, 
and his once-proud erection was gone. He then apologized, and simply 
vanished forever.

It would be several years before Bill trusted anyone to try that again.

Bill and his new partner enjoyed a lingering kiss and, as vividly as if 
it were yesterday, he could recall his first time kissing another man.

He'd heard stories about the local bowling alley. Hilo Bowl had a 
`problem' with gay men virtually taking over its restroom and management 
had decided to remove the doors to the stalls, figuring no one would 
dare try what they couldn't hide.

Boy, were they wrong!

The sex was hotter than ever there, what with the restroom walls covered 
in black tiles. SHINY black tiles. The decorator might as well have 
dispensed with the pretense and just used mirrors!

Any man who wanted a blow job or to give one - or both - simply had to 
get himself hard and open his legs, and the man in the next stall could 
see every inch as if it were right in front of him. Standing up was the 
only signal the man next to someone would need. Even men simply taking 
care of business would get an eyeful, like it or not.

It seemed that men always were kissing, sucking, being sucked, watching, 
or all of the above at any given moment. Virtual orgies were common, and 
the smell of fresh cum often permeated the place.

Almost no one ever had been caught, either; each end of the room 
featured a double set of doors, so anyone walking in would make an 
obvious noise before the inner door opened, alerting the occupants that 
they were to retreat into the stalls.

It was there Bill would meet the man to whom he would trust his ass. Don 
was in his late forties, but the fitness freak still was a looker. Bill 
and Don had sucked each other off one day and Bill had found a seat in 
the coffee shop to kill some time before he had to leave for work. Don 
joined him at the counter, and soon the men talked for the first time. 
Don was interested in taking Bill home and having a real encounter; not 
the brief, impersonal suck session in the next room.

Don frankly wanted to fuck. Bill had related his only experience to 
date, and his reservations. Don had known exactly what to say; his joy 
of fucking eclipsed only by his love for virgin ass. "I want the 
experience to be as pleasant for you as for me," he'd soothed. "I've 
never hurt anyone, even when I was his first. If you feel even a little 
pain, I'll stop."

Those words were almost a salve, and Bill had agreed to meet Don the 
next day. He wouldn't be sorry.

	Chapter Five

The memory caused Bill involuntarily to squeeze his new lover's tight 
ass, and their kiss took on a bit more urgency. It was as if Bill even 
now could feel Don's cock in his ass, some 20 years later.

The older man's six-incher had been adequate, if not impressive. It was 
a beauty, flatter along its top than most Bill had seen, and straight as 
an arrow. Its head was bigger around than the shaft, and Bill had been 
having second thoughts about giving his ass away. Don again was soft-
spoken and soothing. The two then shared Bill's first same-sex kiss, 
feeling each other's bodies with gentle hands.

Bill then was turned face down on the bed, his head on one pillow, the 
other under his hips. Don's gentle massage with his hands and tongue was 
relaxing, to say the least. Bill had felt a finger gently pass his 
sphincter, probing in and out slowly. So far, so good.

Massaging his young charge with his free hand, Don placed a second 
finger, already well lubed, to Bill's nether entrance, and slid it 
slowly inside. Bill was relaxed almost to the point of sleep, and Don 
knew he was ready.

Planting gentle kisses along the younger man's back, Don eased his body 
up until the head of his cock touched Bill's pucker. Very slowly, with 
even pressure, the head slipped past the ring which had complained so 
bitterly the last time it had been violated. Another inch, then 
another... Bill still fully relaxed. This is agreeable, he'd thought.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Bill finally had asked, "How far are 
you in?" 

Don chuckled out loud. "All the way."

Bill had come around with a start. "No shit??!" 

"No shit."

It was incredible, the feelings which shot though Bill's very being for 
the first time ever, and he'd loved it! Don had been as gentle as when 
he'd begun, taking his time sliding all six inches in and out of Bill's 
rectum on every stroke. It was so hot, but chills flowed from his ass to 
every nerve ending in his body. Ironically, his sphincter was in heaven 
but his cock was so hard it had hurt!

The older man finally came in Bill's ass some 10 minutes later, and Bill 
had hiked himself up so Don could jerk him off at the same time. The 
wave slammed hard into Bill, and he'd arched his back and looked 
straight at the ceiling. He never saw it, though!

Bill remembered waking up sometime later, so grateful for his first real 
experience getting fucked that he reached for Don's hardening cock to 
suck it. The smell stopped him, though, and a warm washcloth had to be 
retrieved so he could show properly just how thankful he was.

He was as thankful for the fresh, clean taste of the man's mouth now 
exploring his as he was repulsed by that smell that day.

Bill had figured out how to fix that little problem once, using a 
girlfriend's douche bottle to clean his intestines before visiting 
another man he would meet at the bowling alley.

Drew was a handsome guy built very much like Bill, and with a cock that 
was identical in length and girth. The two had been together a few times 
before, and knew each other fairly well. A surprise still had been 
ahead, however.

A very slow, satisfying ass-fucking had Bill horny for a load of hot 
sperm, and he'd asked Drew if he could suck him to completion. The 
`douching' had worked, and Drew's cock came out of Bill's ass clean as a 
whistle. That was when Drew dropped the bomb: no one ever had succeeded 
in sucking him off without having to use his own hand.

Bill had smiled in spite of himself. It was a challenge! Prepare to meet 
the first, he had thought as his mouth enveloped the hard meat.

His talent was matched only by his patience; he not only was willing, 
but he enjoyed taking his time and getting his reward whenever it came. 
Bill's hot mouth and wonderful tongue had worked their magic once more, 
and his love for cream would not be denied.

Grateful, Drew had Bill lie back and sucked him as gently and patiently 
as he'd received, and his mouth too was rewarded with a hot load, which 
he swallowed effortlessly.

"You didn't have to do that because I did," Bill had said. 

"I wanted to," Drew answered. 

The two then kissed and fell asleep together.

	Chapter Six

Bill broke off his kiss with the young man standing in his video booth, 
and moved down to caress two muscular shoulders with his lips and his 
hot breath. The man's nipples begged for attention, and Bill obliged 
with a soft, rolling tongue. At the same time, Bill was watching for any 
sign that the bigger man was softening slightly so he could take that 
eight-inch cock to its pubic patch yet again. Some dicks were just too 
hard, pun intended, to suck properly.

Drew's boyfriend had one such penis. Mike and Drew had become a couple 
when the two men decided they wanted to be in a long-term relationship 
with one guy. That, of course, meant Bill was out of that picture.

Or so he had thought.

Bill had a girlfriend at the time; he enjoyed both sexes, but preferred 
long-term relationships with women. This one suddenly decided she didn't 
like sharing his affections with anyone, male or otherwise. In an ironic 
twist, she'd reached that decision after Bill had stopped seeing Drew. 
It had meant that Bill would be left to search for a new apartment, but 
he needed a place to crash in the meantime. Drew and Mike were kind 
enough to accommodate him.

It was only two days later that Bill realized the men wanted more than 
just a hand with the rent for a few days. The two had gone out of their 
way to be naked and aroused whenever possible, even to the point of 
watching some very hot videos right out in the living room. Bill had 
wondered what the hell they were trying to prove; but he kept his cool, 
determined not to get between two people he considered a `couple'.

Drew and Mike had excused themselves and left for bed, and Bill finally 
pulled his aching prick from his pants and began to stroke it to the 
video still playing, now for him alone. He'd then heard his name called 
from the bedroom, and found his friends on their bed, playing with each 
other. "Would you like to join us?"

Stunned, Bill had politely declined, and had to repeat three times his 
desire to stay out of any situation where he might cause a breakup. 
Fuck, he'd thought, why are they torturing me? But they hardly were 
finished, and they were not going to accept no for an answer.

Within minutes, both men had come naked out of the bedroom and sat on a 
couch. It took but a few seconds before Mike was sitting on the floor 
and Drew's cock was sitting in his throat. Bill's attention had been 
diverted from the video, and he'd tried to resume watching; but it was 
of no use.

Fuck it, he'd thought, and went to join in, reaching for Mike's pecker.

It was huge! Ten inches long and two of Bill's around, he'd found 
himself stretching his jaw to the point where it hurt! Bill only could 
manage barely half of Mike's mammoth meat, and it took several minutes 
before his facial muscles would stop arguing.

Drew, in fact, had not been able to take Mike up the ass yet, that cock 
was so big. Bill was game, though, and thought he'd at least try.

Stuffing a huge pillow under his hips - it'd worked before - Bill's ass 
had stuck a foot up off the floor. Mike positioned his cockhead to 
Bill's asshole and tried slowly to work it in. Barely the head had 
slipped past the muscle and Bill jumped in obvious pain! This was not 
going to work.

Mike had been disappointed, but Bill resolved somehow to make it up to 
him. Bill lay back on the carpet and Mike got into the `69' position 
above him. Drew then gave Bill a wonderful show by sliding his seven-
incher into Mike's ass just above Bill's face!

What a fucking view!

Not surprisingly, Bill had come first. Mike jacked Bill off onto his own 
belly, but Bill had other ideas. Just as Mike had begun to twitch, he'd 
asked Drew to pull out. Coming with his ass full was just too painful 
for the man with the massive cock. As it turned out, his balls didn't 
need the extra stimulation.

Bill had let the head of that big dick pop out of his mouth and he was 
jacking with his hand, pointing the fat member straight at his mouth. 
Bill saw Drew watching and knew it was his turn to show off as a huge 
stream of Mike's cum landed in its target. Another followed, and 
another, and another, until at least five tablespoons had found Bill's 
mouth; when Mike finally was spent, Drew took aim and Bill slapped 
Mike's ass to get his attention. It was the other man's turn now to 
watch as Bill's mouthful of cum got even bigger and hotter and creamier 
with every jet from Drew's jerking meat.

Drew had leaned forward then and Bill took all seven inches down his 
throat, swallowing all that hot cum at the same time. Mike couldn't 
believe his eyes! Bill had awakened a wanton desire in Mike that the two 
would share again; as it had turned out, `the couple' DID split up when 
Mike had decided he wasn't so committed to Drew after all.

	Chapter Seven

Bill continued kissing his way down the younger man's body, thankful 
some of these newer video booths were bigger than they used to be. It 
didn't seem so long ago that one's dick was ALL you could touch.

Actually, they weren't `video' booths at all when Bill first discovered 
them as a pickup spot. Sometimes, the tiny boxes barely accommodated one 
person and the movie was only visible when the door was shut. The 8-
millimeter film was `looped' to run indefinitely through its individual 
projector; timed for, maybe, two minutes for a quarter. It also meant 
you could watch only the one movie playing in that booth.

Of course, that was assuming one actually was watching! Most often, two 
adjacent booths would be occupied and nothing would be visible from 
outside; the sounds of slurping or a slight rocking the only evidence 
betraying what was going on thanks to a hole between the booths.

The glory days of `glory holes', Bill liked to call them; he'd never 
encountered anything more impersonal than sticking your dick through a 
hole and hoping to all hell that the man on the other side was NOT the 
owner of a set of jagged teeth, or a mean streak!

Some of the men he'd encountered were there only for the nameless, 
faceless cock or mouth that was there to give or receive a moment's 
pleasure. Occasionally, though, Bill would find someone who used the 
booths only as an introduction and wanted to go somewhere else for more. 
One such man was the proud possessor of the longest penis he ever would 
see up close.

This man had sucked Bill only briefly before suggesting they take a 
little drive. They talked for a few minutes while trying to find a dark, 
secluded place to park. Bill had understood; finding a partner who'd 
left someone at home hardly was uncommon.

What WAS uncommon was the first sight of that man's prick: eleven-and-
one-half-inches long! Holy shit, it's HUGE, Bill had thought. The old 
joke sprang to mind how men come in three sizes: small, medium, and `Oh 
my God, it's moving this way!' And yet, it was only slightly thicker 
than Bill's and he'd wondered if his throat was up to the challenge.

In a `69' with his lover on top, Bill had tried gamely enough, but had 
managed maybe nine inches, no more. It should go, he'd thought, if I can 
get this far. His poor jaw was exhausted; his throat numb. 

But Bill wasn't giving up.

Bill already had cum, thankfully lapped up by this young man with the 
biggest cock by far Bill had experienced. He was a long-winded mother 
fucker, too, and Bill was starting to think he wasn't going to shoot 
until the impossible was accomplished. Somehow, Bill found his second 
wind and doubled his efforts, craning his neck further up from the back 
seat of this stranger's big car in a last gasp of sorts.

It had worked; ten inches made it down Bill's throat, then a little 
more, and finally it bottomed out. YES! Bill said in silent triumph. 
That oversized monster had slid out then back to the hilt only twice 
more when its owner finally came into the recesses of Bill's throat.

He never got to taste a single drop of that explosion. More exhausted 
than disappointed, though, Bill had overslept the next morning and 
almost lost his job. He'd have to be more careful.

Only years later did Bill learn what careful REALLY meant.

Tracing a line down his new partner's hard abdomen, he arrived once more 
at his target and it was ready. That beautiful rod was just soft enough 
once again to swallow completely. Bill tried this time not to be too 
stimulating, simply sliding his lips over the length of the long shaft 
until the big cock disappeared completely into his mouth.

This time he kept the gentle sucking up for several minutes, the 
recipient enjoying the wonderful sensation of sliding his plunger all 
the way into Bill's silken throat while trying not to enjoy it too much. 
The feeling was just too damned good to give up.

That's when Bill remembered why cum was something he'd have to give up.

	Chapter Eight

He HAD given up the movie booths by then; preferring the somewhat more 
personal setting of Hilo Bowl. He also was all too aware by then that 
casual sex sometimes meant a death sentence.

Bill had tried to choose his partners a bit more carefully; he was drawn 
especially to younger men who'd appeared just a bit nervous, as if it 
were their first time. Although obsessed with cum, he was an intelligent 
man; and, besides, sitting alone in a restroom stall waiting for the 
next potential lover to come in often left plenty of time to think.

Men who did not swallow also were more likely to be healthy, and Bill 
had taken advantage of that fact, too. Unfortunately, many such men were 
worried that, had Bill caught something, they still could be infected by 
blowing wad after wad of cum into HIS mouth. He would see several lovers 
only once who he'd have enjoyed seeing again.

Sometimes Bill would swallow his cream prize, then pretend to spit it  
into a wad of toilet paper, flushing it quickly down. Only one man ever 
caught on. Bill never saw him again, either.

Drew and Mike still were around. The two had moved into separate 
apartments by now, and out of the one they'd shared; it had taken Bill 
several months, and a chance encounter with Drew at Hilo Bowl, to track 
them both down again.

And yet, something about Drew had changed. His enthusiasm for lovemaking 
seemed lost, and he no longer would swallow as Bill would swallow him. 
Drew never stopped him, though, and Bill had been  convinced that his 
friend would say if something was amiss.

Mike was a different story. Now in his own apartment, the likeable young 
man with the enormous cock had been as excited by Bill's talented tongue 
as ever. Mike never did swallow, that hadn't changed; but he'd been able 
to shoot as many as twelve times into Bill's open mouth while the older 
man sat on his knees, head tilted back, lips far apart and tongue out to 
catch every drop. Twelve times! Bill knew; he'd counted.

And he'd swallowed it all, that tasty cum he loved so much!

But there was another reason he remembered that night so well: it had 
been the last load to find his grateful stomach.

Drew and Mike had called Bill over one afternoon only a few weeks later 
to tell him the bad news: a very close friend and lover to both men had 
just died of complications associated with Acquired Immunodeficiency 
Syndrome.

Bill's mind had raced with possibilities. He'd worked to choose his 
words carefully and apologized to both men. "Have you two been... does 
this change your lives... I mean, beyond losing him, of course?"

No, came the answer. 

"Is there anything... I should know?" 

No again. The three had been spared a scourge.

It was, however, a lesson in mortality Bill never would forget.

Fifteen years later and back to the present, the still nameless man with 
the eight-inch cock was jacking off now, ready to cum. "Do it in my 
mouth," Bill said, somehow more sure of his words now than ever.

His partner shot him a worried look that Bill instantly recognized. 
"Don't worry," he said. "I haven't swallowed in a long time."

With relief the man set the tip of his pulsing member onto Bill's tongue 
and it began. No shooting this time; more a steady flow as a hot gob ran 
down Bill's tongue, then another, and another. Still more and more of 
the creamy liquid slid like lava toward Bill's throat until the man was 
totally spent. Oh fuck, that's exciting as hell, he thought. Wiping off, 
he fixed himself and turned toward the door of the booth, barely able to 
walk out on wobbly legs.

Bill didn't mind that his partner didn't return the favor. He'd gotten 
what he came for, doing then what he hadn't done for so long: he 
swallowed that delicious load of hot, sticky cum! His own dick twitched 
in silent approval.

Besides, his beautiful wife was sure to oblige when Bill needed some 
relief of his own.

After, that is, she got to satisfy her own curiosity.

	The End



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