Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2021 00:06:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS "MY NAME IS KEITH AND I CRAVE COCK" Chapter 5

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

Dear Nifty Reader: Authors enjoy your feedback, so please take a moment to
share your thoughts, ideas and feedback. ALSO, please remember Nifty.org if
you can make a donation. They deliver a real benefit to all, and especially
in these days of pandemic and to shut-ins around the world. The donation
details appear on the site's home page.

V.

College jocks love eager cocksuckers. As with Brett and John, I craved that
role as Eater to any Feeder(s) looking to get off. At that same Video Store
where I'd blown Mr. Neil several years before, the ongoing stream of
Feeders was an ever present resource for cocksuckers like me; I met several
fellow Eaters and we often remarked on dicks, jocks, married or bisexual
players and the random horny guy who just happened to find the store and
cocksuckers eager to help him relieve his stress. We were also in stiff,
excuse the pun, competition for dicks and would often get resentful of a
peer cocksucker getting a dick, we might have craved.

On the day before graduation, I celebrated with family and a few friends
and had a few too many margaritas. I headed back to the apartment and drove
by The Adult Video Store. I couldn't believe how empty the parking lot was
and started to drive past. But being the devout Eater, I had to stop, just
in case... I parked between two other pick-ups and headed in; paid for my
tokens, then hit the hallway like so many other times. No one in sight. At
one end was a booth and adjacent was a video being played. I knew that the
vacant booth had no gloryhole so I passed and headed to the other end of
the hall. The end booth was occupied and as with Mr. Neil so many years
earlier, I slipped into the adjoining booth, kneeled and saw the fucking
senior quarterback whom I'd lusted for these past four years. He was tall,
about 6'4", dark blue black, broad shoulders and as I was to see, hung like
a stallion. He was cranking his 9+" veiny dick so slowly it was hardly a
jack session, more of a grip and release scene. Nonetheless, that dickhead
was coated with shiny precum that glistened from the video lighting. Ty
Dawson was a stud, no he was a Cocksure STUD and I felt this might be the
first and last chance I'd get to swallow his sperm. He added more tokens as
I squatted waiting, watching and getting up the nerve to do my wall knock
routine. When I did, he paused the grip action, slid his hand all the way
back exposing that fine fucking dick arc and sort of waved it up and down
teasing the fuck out of me. He knew there was an eager eater on the other
side of the hole and he was making me crazy for his dick. More stroking and
teasing ensued. Then as abruptly as he'd first stopped jacking, he turned
the big head to the hole and held it just out of reach. I licked the head
through the hole and he eased back a little bit more so I had to strain my
tongue to touch his dickhead, but I did. With that I felt him spank my
tongue with his hardon, then shove forward and into my mouth. He didn't
stop with my mouth and I opened wide as possible for him to penetrate my
throat. His dense curlies bunched through the small areas around that thick
dick in the hole. The rhythmic wall squeak followed as he began a throat
fuck through the glory hole. I was in heaven. He fucked hard into the hole
and my mouth and throat then drove faster before stopping again, abruptly
and flooding my throat with his nut. His dick continued to spasm his wads
down my throat for what seemed 5 minutes. Done, he pulled back, wiped the
remaining saliva and cum from his shaft and stuffed his fingers to the hole
for me to lap clean. I did as expected then he zipped up and left. That was
the last time I saw Ty until the NFL draft the following year. My throat
tensed when I saw the stud accept a team offer and his huge grin that
beamed on the t.v.

P.S.

It's been twenty years since college graduation. That Video Store is now
the corner of a high-rise condo and the gym where Mr. Neil and I made that
fateful run is now part of a new football stadium. The folks are in a
senior center and I'm in our family home. My neighbor John passed away a
few years ago but his son Brett, wife and kids still live in the townhouse
at the end of the street. We still connect once in awhile and he still
feeds those fine loads he did as a younger Feeder and I'm still delighted
to be his neighborhood eater. The mall guy Ben has also passed on, but not
before he introduced me to his nephew Mark, now a 30 something cocky stud
who enjoys dropping by for beer and blow job en route from a run, workout
or long workday. I have a few young jocks who enjoy an older Eater's skills
and the occasional blue collar guy or traveler I've hooked up with from
social media. Not bad for a 40 something Eater I say. As my posting reads,
"For a good time..If you're ever in town and need a place to get off...drop
by 1342 Falcon Way or email me at eater1342@......com

Thanks for reading....