Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2011 14:10:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wes Thompson <milkingmachine3@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uneasy Sucking     Chapter 2 -- Breezy Suck

Uneasy Sucking

Chapter Two -- Breezy Suck

	In the couple of decades after the period when he sucked Bob's
dick, Alan moved a few times as he changed jobs.  It was a rare thing for
him to satisfy his urge to suck a man off, but Alan did have a few times.

	One time he met a guy his own age (early 20's) at an apt Alan was
in, and when the guy was naked, Alan saw he was uncut.  That was a bit
annoying since Alan always said plainly in his ad he sought cut men.  He
ended up fondling the guy, but he didn't want to suck him, so it was
awkward and ended abruptly.

	Another time he drove a long ways to meet a guy, because their
correspondence was so fun.  Again, a young guy his own age, and they were
meeting halfway in a large city and had arranged a room at a Best Western
motel.  It was a pretty good time.
	Alan sucking the guy went well...the guy was vocal, liked to pat
Alan's head as he was sucking, and came surprisingly heavy.
	In a small nuance that Alan really liked (for no reason he could
explain), the guy, instead of holding Alan's head with both hands on either
side of Alan's head like the other partners he'd had, when he came the guy
put one hand behind Alan's head but put the other under his chin.
	In the morning after they'd arrived, Alan woke to the guy sucking
him.  And as Alan became alert, the guy moved Alan's legs up and rimmed
him.  Alan had never experienced that, and the sensation of the warm and
slippery muscle working over his asshole was a delicious, erotic feeling.
He couldn't bring himself to reply in kind, but he never forgot it.

	More years passed, and it was about 20 years after his first suck
with Bob that Alan again had a really uneasy sucking experience.
	By this time, Alan had moved to a large city in Texas, the internet
had ramped up, and Alan had ditched his magazine ad for an ad on an "adult
friend finder" site.
	For the first time in his life, he became fairly active sexually,
meeting one or two men a month to suck off.

	In April of 2000, a man named Gene, probably in his late 40's,
answered his ad, and after some back-and-forth emails, Alan drove to Gene's
house one Tuesday evening.  It was balmy, mildy breezy, just a real
pleasant evening.
	It wasn't a mansion, but Gene had a nice house in a nice part of
town, and the living room he showed Alan into looked like something out a
magazine.  Clearly, Gene was an affluent man.
	Gene sat in a chair and Alan on a couch as they talked and relaxed.
Soon enough, Gene looked over his drink at Alan and said,
	"You ready to suck my load out of me yet?"
	Alan, feeling the mix of nervousness and excitement that any first
meet with a new partner generated, took a breath and nodded.
	"Yeah, I'm ready."
	Like Bob many years before, Gene waved Alan ahead of him down a
hallway.
	"First door on the left, Alan."

	Alan turn into a large bedroom.  There was a king-size bed, the
lightweight covers turned all the way down to leave just a sheeted surface
for the two men.
	They started taking off their clothes, Alan eying the room.
	The lights were off, but some light still leaked in from the living
room lamps shining down the hallway.
	But most notably, the bedroom was a corner room at the front of the
house.  There were three windows and each were half-opened, letting in the
night breeze which swept aside parted gauzy curtains most of the time.  Two
of the windows faced the front yard and street beyond, while the third
faced a neighbor's house.

	Alan blinked...the street out front was only about 40 feet away,
with the sidewalk a bit nearer.  Also, Gene's neighbor's house had its own
window directly across from Gene's window, and although it had some slatted
blinds lowered, the slats were only closed about 80% and Alan could see
that window up also, the slatted blind moving slightly in the breeze.  The
lights were on in that room, so a little bit more ambient light came into
Gene's bedroom.  You really wouldn't want to try reading a book, but it was
just dim, not dark, in Gene's bedroom.

	A car drove by out front, the sound carrying easily to the two
naked men.
	Alan sat down on the edge of the bed.  The windows facing the
street were towards the foot of the bed, and the window towards the
neighbor was towards the side of the bed away from Alan, to his back.
	They'd decided while talking in the living room that Alan would
suck Gene while Alan was on his back, with Gene in stud bull position above
him.
	Alan pushed himself backwards on the bed a bit, then lay down on
his back.  He pulled his legs together and stretched his arms out over his
head towards the neighbor window so Gene could straddle him more easily.

	He figured Gene would walk around the room and secure the windows.
Instead, Gene walked easily to where Alan's feet were sticking over the bed
and ran his eyes over Alan and his position.  Alan looked at the other's
man's crotch and saw a little glimmer of wetness in the ambient light.
	Then, seemingly without a thought as to the views afforded by the
windows, Gene got up on the bed, putting a knee on each side of Alan's
legs, then walked on his knees over Alan pelvis and stomach until he
straddled Alan's chest.  Gene was becoming erect, his cock bobbing a bit
from his motion.
	With their eyes adjusting to the darker room, they could see each
other quite clearly, albeit in gray tones.

	"Uh..." Alan caught Gene's eye and motioned with his head towards
the windows facing the street.
	Gene shook his head.
	"Don't worry about it.  C'mon, open up...suck me."  He leaned
forward to put his hands on the bed above Alan's shoulders to support his
weight.  The movement brought his hardon into contact with Alan's lips, and
Alan reflexedly dropped his jaw and drew the cockhead in his mouth.

	Gene sighed and groaned as the warm wetness surrounded his cock.
He moved his hips a little bit, pushing into Alan's face.  For a few
moments Alan forgot about the windows as the sensation of having a hard
dick in his mouth trumped everything else.  He licked off the precum that
had seeped out of Gene's cockslit, nursed just at the tip for a bit, then
bobbed his head in time with Gene's movements to let more and more length
move in and out of his mouth.  Alan brought his hands to Gene's chest and
stroked him as the man used his mouth.
	"Oh, yeah, Alan," Gene said quietly, "You give a good suck."

	Gene was iron-hard in Alan's mouth and seeping steadily.
Periodically, Alan drew his face all the way back to just having Gene's
cockhead between his lips, so he could taste the precum and wiggle his
tongue into the cockslit.

	Then, whether it was some neighbor pulling in or out of a driveway
or someone turning a corner close by, suddenly a shaft of bright light shot
through a window and swept across the scene of Alan stretched out under
Gene, his face impaled by the top man's erect penis...then the light was
gone as the car went on its way.
	The moment burned into Alan's memory like a photo made by
strobelight...he'd been looking along his nose, the cylinder of Gene's cock
disappearing into Alan's mouth, the base of the cock rearing out of the
mass of hair in Gene's crotch...everything either in stark brightness or
black in contrast.

	Alan turned his head slightly and rolled his eyes towards the
street windows as renewed awareness of the situation struck him.  But the
car was gone, the street and sidewalk empty.  He fought off the impulse to
release Gene's cock so he could tilt his head and check the window opposite
the neighbor's house.  After a moment, he moved his head back into
alignment with Gene's hardon and renewed his sucking, now with some urgency
as his mind created fears of discovery.
	Gene was moaning almost continually and rocking a bit with his hips
as he enjoyed the slurping, mobile mouth working on him.
	After a bit more, Gene said unsteadily,
	"Okay, let's finish this up.  You DID say you swallow loads you
suck out of men, right?"
	Alan mumbled an affirmative 'uh huh!' around the dick in his mouth.

	Gene then changed from his leaning-on-hands position with his knees
by Alan's ribs.  He moved his knees forward, finally settling low so that
his thighs were splayed wide over Alan's upper chest, his ball sack
brushing Alan's chest.  He rested on his shins, his knees now up a little
past Alan's head.  He crossed his forearms under Alan's head, forming a
headrest for the naked cocksucker and at the same enveloping his head and
face in a pocket of thighs, belly, crotch, and forearms.  Alan's arms were
once more streatched out over his head into empty air.
	The blowjob had boiled down to Gene totally surrounding Alan's
head, with Alan's role now no more than a providing a warm and wet mouth
for Gene to empty himself into.

	Alan could only move his head a fraction of an inch.  Gene was
providing all the movement pushing his cock into Alan's mouth with deeper,
stronger strokes, bumping the back of Alan's throat.
	Gene was grunting, groaning...and Alan was in the midst of
sensation conflict.  He was fighting his gag reflex while being turned on
by having a rock-hard hardon about to erupt in his mouth.
	Then he heard soft voices outside getting louder by the moment.  He
rolled his eyes towards the windows again, but this time all he could see
was one of Gene's thighs that straddled him.
	Gene was oblivious to the pesdestrians approaching.  He had this
cocksucker's face right where it belonged..under him, between his legs, and
with his cock sliding in and out between those soft lips.  A weird
half-laugh, half-groan escaped him as he felt his cum welling up in him to
shoot in Alan's mouth.

	Alan heard an exclamation of some sort from one of the voices and
the voices stopped.  He heard a prolonged, too-loud groan from Gene, and
then the cockhead in his mouth tautened.  The cockslit split open violently
and Alan's mouth felt the first rope of cum splatter in it.  He choked a
bit as Gene pressed forward, lost in his pleasure, dumping his load into
Alan.
	Alan swallowed vigorously, oblivious to the fact that he was adding
to the noise level with loud 'UM!'s of effort around the spurting cock.
Gene was coming heavily, with one rope of cum hard on the heels of the
previous one.  Alan's body had gone rigid, his feet pointing stiffly down
and his hands stretching stiffly overhead as he received the shots of cum
erupting into his mouth.  Cocksucker and feeder were both only concerned
with one thing at that moment...the warm, sucking mouth receiving the load
from Gene's balls.
	Alan sucked, Gene spurted, over and over, Alan um-ing as he
swallowed and Gene grunting with each spasm of pleasure.
	Finally, with a explosive sigh, Gene pulsed his last shot of cum
into the mouth below him.  He panted, unthinkingly letting his weight sag
so his lower belly pressed Alan's head deeper into the mattress.  Alan
could barely breath through his flattened nose, but he could get by and
didn't want to disturb Gene's aftermath, though his mind was going crazy
wondering about the pedestrians.  He hadn't heard anything more since the
voices cut off.

	But then, he thought to himself, in the last several seconds he
wouldn't have heard them if they'd picked their conversation back up,
anyway.  His mind bounced back and forth between hoping they'd not seen
anything and moved on, and the dread of them making a call to the police or
somesuch.

	He was aware of Gene softening, the pressure against the back of
his throat easing, though still the cock filled his mouth from front to
back.
	The other man pulled his arms out from under Alan's head and leaned
back slightly, lifting slightly off Alan's chest to take his own weight
again.  Gene looked down at Alan and grinned.
	"That was a good suck, Alan."  He took the face between his legs in
his hands and grunted.  Alan felt a last glob of cum pulse out of the dick
in his mouth.  He tongued it up, swallowed it, then licked and syphoned
Gene's penis clean.

	Gene lifted one thigh and leg up and moved them over Alan's head to
put a foot on the floor.  Alan had a closeup shot of balls, asshole and
buttcheeks before Gene levered his other leg over and stood up.  Gene
calmly walked around the foot of the bed to his pile of clothes.
	Alan turned his head and looked out the street windows.  No one was
in sight.
	And no police showed up in the next several minutes as Alan dressed
and made his farewell...but it had been an uneasy suck session.  He'd
always wonder whether those people had seen something or not...

	THE  END


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