Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2021 09:46:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS "MY NAME IS KEITH AND I CRAVE COCK" Chapter 4

MY NAME IS KEITH AND I CRAVE COCK		By Mike Austin
						nasstop@yahoo.com

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IV.

By the time the holiday break was over, and the Spring took over, I'd
become a regular at John and Brett's. I'd also met Ben, the 40 something
guy from the mall, several times at different locations. I was their
regular cum eater and all three had introduced me to a few of their
friends. I was an integral player in their sex lives. Only dedicated
cocksuckers understand this craving.

The Spring Semester flew by. Summer was filled with part-time jobs; the
first at a car wash, then a part-time, that became a full-time mail guy for
the firm John and Brett worked at, which filled the bulk of my Summer and
introduced me to a real business work environment. It was a better job
position than a gopher at dad's construction company; although field work
with construction guys, gave me far better J/O material than the IT firm. I
met three more guys at a park and got into small group blow jobs in
addition to the one-on-ones or in the case of John and Brett, two-on-one.

One park guy I met worked for a local sports franchise. He was a married
hunk and at 35, 6'4 and 210#s, sported an 8" thick dick that never went
down. One afternoon after school I met him at a local motel and I blew him
for 4 hours. I lost count of how many loads he shot down my throat, after 9
blows. I was almost ready to burp at one point or hurl, when he pulled out
and shot all over my face. That was my first experience getting a face
blast. We got into that scene several times and especially when he invited
a few buddies one weekend afternoon. It was Mitch, the married hunk, and
four buds. They loved me on my knees, taking their cum as they jacked off
and had me work to catch the shots in mid air. After that round, they each
settled into a "normal" blow job action and each fed me hot shots. I was
always amazed at how much come horny straight guys can deliver a hungry
cocksucker.

Those Senior Year blow jobs were exciting and prepped me for College jocks
and profs. One prof, Mr. Neil, my biology professor, had the darkest blue
eyes and thick blonde hair and at about 45, 6' and maybe 190#s, was a
striking image of masculinity. He was a runner and could often be found on
campus after class, lab or office hours making the circuit around the
perimeter of the main gym. Afterwards, he'd grab a quick shower in the gym
and either go back for a night class or if he had late office hours, go
back to his office, or go home. It was after several weeks of watching his
running routine and schedule that I decided to make my move. It was risky
with him being my prof, but I needed to see him nude. We were three days
before Winter Break. My final was done as was my final lab so I had no more
course work with Mr. Neil and technically, my Biology class was
completed. Going into finals, I had a 3.75 GPA so I wasn't worried. I
worked my way in stride with him and as I started to slowly pass him, we
acknowledged each other and I slowed to match his pace. We chatted some and
he remarked that I'd done quite well in his class and inquired if I was
taking his Spring course as well. I passed on his course for another
science, but might think about it for the Summer, was my rationale. We made
two more trips around the circuit before slowing to a walk and then made
our way to the gym showers.

My gym bag was locked in my truck; his was in his car. Amazingly, both
vehicles were near each other. I can't imagine how that might have happened
(being facetious here). We made our way to the lockers outside the showers,
stripped down, plugged in our quarters, loaded our bags in the lockers,
then set the timers for 20 minutes and were off to the shower
room. Mr. Neil's locker was nearer the shower room than mine, so he had a
head start. As I entered the gang shower, there were 6-8 other guys under
the sprays. I had to fight my urge to get hard and set the water temp to
cooler than usual to help manage any bone-up. Mr. Neil motioned me to join
him at a now vacant shower head and began his speech to get me to re-think
taking his Spring course. His furry pecs with flecks of gray, blonde
treasure trail, crotch, ass and legs were making it difficult to not blow
up. His pecs were squared off but I already knew that from class when he'd
wear a white dress shirt that framed his chest and pecs better than colored
ones. Glancing down as discretely as possible, hung that fine cock with a
big blunt dick head and a heavy ball bag. I wanted to drop to my knees in
the shower with water pouring over me and swallow his dick. He continued
his persuasive attempt to get me to take his class, but I was concentrating
on his dick, and trying to craft an escape before my hard-on won the battle
vs the sheer control I was mustering to avoid it. The shower ended with me
again trying to cool down and not embarrass myself walking out of the
shower room with a hard-on. We dried off, dressed and then he joined me as
we left for the parking lot. I was even more frustrated.

I saw him the day final grades were posted, thanked him for the class and
told him I'd think about a Spring class. After the shower, I'd beat off
twice. That day after grades were posted, I did again. The 2nd day after
the Semester ended, I saw Mr. Neil pass me and pull into an Adult Video
Store near campus. I made a mid-street u-turn and pulled into the same
parking lot, paid my token fees and headed to the hallway that led to video
booths. I paced the hall for signs of Mr. Neil, then saw him exit one booth
and enter another. I was like a homing missile and beat it down the hall
and into the adjacent video booth. What fucking GREAT luck, there was a
glory hole. I squatted, did a hole search. Mr. Neil was just watching the
video. He added more tokens and rubbed his crotch.  There was a second
crotch rub, before he slowly unzipped, reached in his fly and pulled out
that beautiful dick. I saw precum already covering that mega head as he
began slowly stroking. His shorter strokes became longer more extended
strokes and began to pick-up speed. Soon his hips were pumping in sync with
his jack. I knew I needed to act. Blowing through the hole first, got no
response. Then I knocked on the wall softly and he stopped jacking;
initially holding his hard-on still and somewhat shielded from view. I
knocked again. This time he relaxed his shielding motion and turned
slightly to the hole. The prize was mine. I rubbed my index finger along
the hole, just as he fed his dick through it and into my craving mouth. I
sucked tightly and bobbed my head aggressively, maintaining the intense
suction, especially on that massive head. I felt him shudder, then jerk and
then press his body against the wall. The dick pumping flooded my throat
and I swallowed every cc of cum he delivered; wasting nothing. Once done,
he relaxed and I sucked to clean up his shaft. He stepped back; gave an OK
sign with his fingers and then a thumbs up and I stood. At first, I'd
thought about opening the booth door right away, but paused instead to give
us both some face saving. As I left the Video Store, Mr. Neil was leaving
the parking lot as I watched him head away from campus toward his home. And
yes, I'd located his home but I'm no stalker; well not yet at least......