My new found freedom
I have always been a cock lover ever since high school. But I did get married and didnt get much cock while married. After I got divorced in the late 90s I moved into my own apartment, which happened to be very close to a strip club and 2 adult bookstores. I checked out the strip club one evening and it was fun seeing the scantily clad girls, but when they mingled with the guys after there dance was over left me sort of uncomfortable, since you werent allowed to touch them. I also discovered one of the adult bookstores had gloryholes, which soon became my favorite hang out after work. I loved peeking thru the hole to see a man with a hard cock jerking it off, followed by him pushing it thru the hole for me to enjoy and suck off. I would also place ads on craigs list and have men come to my apt for a mind blowing blow job. I would also leave my phone number with the guys I wanted to see again. This led to something much more fulfilling for me.
One night mid week I was relaxing at home after work, just watching some tv when my phone rang. I picked up and I heard a mans voice say, "is this Larry"? I said yes and he then said, "I could use a good blow job". I assumed it was a guy I had taken care of recently and he wanted to return for more. I said, "sure come on over". and he asked for my address. Well if it was a guy I had done before he would know where I lived.....so I gave him the address of my apartment complex and apt number and within 5 minutes of hanging up there was a knock at the door. I let him in, he was a man in his early 50s, stocky build, balding. I led him to the living room and he immediately undid his pants and whipped out a very attractive 7 inch boner that was dripping precum. I dropped to my knees, still fully clothed and cupped his hairy balls and began licking the precum from the head of his cock. I twirled my tongue around the head and started to get hard in my pants as I loved on his rock hard cock. I then put my lips around the head and went down on it, taking in more and more, making it wet with my spit. I went deep all the way to his pubes and within 90 seconds of me enjoying his cock be began to cum. I kept my mouth on it and swallowed everything he had to offer. He began to go limp, pulled out of my mouth and pulled his pants up and was gone without even a thank you. I thanked him, as I always do, and he was out the door. I sat down and was watching some tv, admiring the scent of his manliness still on my face and the lingering taste of his cum still in my mouth. I got naked and was slowly masturbating on the couch, reliving what just happened. And then 20 minutes later my phone rang again. It was another guy asking for a blow job. I invited him over. I was still naked when I answered the door. He was a little older than the first guy and came in and got totally naked and sat on the couch. I crawled up to him, between his legs. He wasnt even hard, so I started to lick his balls and lick along the short length of his cock, which was short and thick. Once I put my mouth over the head he began to get hard, and altho he lasted a little longer than the first guy, he was drained within 5 minutes of me sucking him. He was much friendlier than the last guy, he thanked me and asked how long I have been sucking cock, said I was very good at it and could he call me again sometime. I, of course said yes, but then I just had to know how he got my phone number. He said it was written on the wall of the mens room, above the urinal at the strip club. Apparently someone I had met once before had put my number up there.
I wasnt angry about it, but curious. So I got dressed and drove less than 3 minutes to the strip club, went in and ordered a beer. It was about 7pm and the place was crowded with men of all ages and races with men all getting horny and probably going home to their wives in the hopes they didnt have a headache. ha ha I watched the girls strutting their stuff for a bit, then got up and went to the bathroom. And right there above the urinal, written in Sharpie was. "for a good BJ, call" with my name and my phone number. I went home and as I unlocked the door and went in my phone was ringing. I got to it too late to pick up. It rang again a couple minutes later and all I heard was heavy breathing on the other end and then they hung up. As I would learn later this happened frequently. I did blow one more guy that night before I went to bed. The phone rang about 2 am and woke me up, but I didnt answer it. I did however turn off the ringer, as I had work the next morning. I went to work as usual and after getting home I noticed I had 5 missed calls, starting at 12:30 pm, lasting until just before I got home at 5. No one bothered to leave a message on the machine. I made myself dinner and then sat by the phone, waiting to see what would happen. I sucked off 3 more guys that night.
The next day was Friday and I decided to take the day off, just to see what the day offered. My phone started ringing about 12:40 and I was sucking cock by 12:45. Sucked another at 1:10, then another at 1:35. Had a dry spell until 3:45 and it never let up until I was exhausted and went to bed at 2am. I counted 14 visitors that day and night, including 3 at once. Every one of them loving my wet mouth working on their stiff rods. The guys ranged in age from early 20's to early 70's, from skinny white young guys to fat guys, from white to black. One guy I really liked that day was a black guy in his 30's with an 11 inch cock. I gagged on it every time I tried to deep throat it, but he didnt care. He just grabbed my head and fucked my mouth like it was a pussy. In fact he said my mouth was like a pussy, so wet and tight.
The weekend was much slower, only 2 on Saturday and 1 on Sunday, but Monday evening was back to regular. I loved living in that apartment so close to the strip club and adult bookstores.
One night mid week I was relaxing at home after work, just watching some tv when my phone rang. I picked up and I heard a mans voice say, "is this Larry"? I said yes and he then said, "I could use a good blow job". I assumed it was a guy I had taken care of recently and he wanted to return for more. I said, "sure come on over". and he asked for my address. Well if it was a guy I had done before he would know where I lived.....so I gave him the address of my apartment complex and apt number and within 5 minutes of hanging up there was a knock at the door. I let him in, he was a man in his early 50s, stocky build, balding. I led him to the living room and he immediately undid his pants and whipped out a very attractive 7 inch boner that was dripping precum. I dropped to my knees, still fully clothed and cupped his hairy balls and began licking the precum from the head of his cock. I twirled my tongue around the head and started to get hard in my pants as I loved on his rock hard cock. I then put my lips around the head and went down on it, taking in more and more, making it wet with my spit. I went deep all the way to his pubes and within 90 seconds of me enjoying his cock be began to cum. I kept my mouth on it and swallowed everything he had to offer. He began to go limp, pulled out of my mouth and pulled his pants up and was gone without even a thank you. I thanked him, as I always do, and he was out the door. I sat down and was watching some tv, admiring the scent of his manliness still on my face and the lingering taste of his cum still in my mouth. I got naked and was slowly masturbating on the couch, reliving what just happened. And then 20 minutes later my phone rang again. It was another guy asking for a blow job. I invited him over. I was still naked when I answered the door. He was a little older than the first guy and came in and got totally naked and sat on the couch. I crawled up to him, between his legs. He wasnt even hard, so I started to lick his balls and lick along the short length of his cock, which was short and thick. Once I put my mouth over the head he began to get hard, and altho he lasted a little longer than the first guy, he was drained within 5 minutes of me sucking him. He was much friendlier than the last guy, he thanked me and asked how long I have been sucking cock, said I was very good at it and could he call me again sometime. I, of course said yes, but then I just had to know how he got my phone number. He said it was written on the wall of the mens room, above the urinal at the strip club. Apparently someone I had met once before had put my number up there.
I wasnt angry about it, but curious. So I got dressed and drove less than 3 minutes to the strip club, went in and ordered a beer. It was about 7pm and the place was crowded with men of all ages and races with men all getting horny and probably going home to their wives in the hopes they didnt have a headache. ha ha I watched the girls strutting their stuff for a bit, then got up and went to the bathroom. And right there above the urinal, written in Sharpie was. "for a good BJ, call" with my name and my phone number. I went home and as I unlocked the door and went in my phone was ringing. I got to it too late to pick up. It rang again a couple minutes later and all I heard was heavy breathing on the other end and then they hung up. As I would learn later this happened frequently. I did blow one more guy that night before I went to bed. The phone rang about 2 am and woke me up, but I didnt answer it. I did however turn off the ringer, as I had work the next morning. I went to work as usual and after getting home I noticed I had 5 missed calls, starting at 12:30 pm, lasting until just before I got home at 5. No one bothered to leave a message on the machine. I made myself dinner and then sat by the phone, waiting to see what would happen. I sucked off 3 more guys that night.
The next day was Friday and I decided to take the day off, just to see what the day offered. My phone started ringing about 12:40 and I was sucking cock by 12:45. Sucked another at 1:10, then another at 1:35. Had a dry spell until 3:45 and it never let up until I was exhausted and went to bed at 2am. I counted 14 visitors that day and night, including 3 at once. Every one of them loving my wet mouth working on their stiff rods. The guys ranged in age from early 20's to early 70's, from skinny white young guys to fat guys, from white to black. One guy I really liked that day was a black guy in his 30's with an 11 inch cock. I gagged on it every time I tried to deep throat it, but he didnt care. He just grabbed my head and fucked my mouth like it was a pussy. In fact he said my mouth was like a pussy, so wet and tight.
The weekend was much slower, only 2 on Saturday and 1 on Sunday, but Monday evening was back to regular. I loved living in that apartment so close to the strip club and adult bookstores.
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