The Audience: Spinoff of TM4MS

spinoff of "Thanks Me 4 My Service" here.

Jeff was working to become the latest inductee into my "Cocksucker Hall of Fame."

I've got five inductees: Trey, Vance, Paul, Bryan and Ricardo, with Jeff pending to be the sixth.

"I can't get enough of your stories and that cock," he messaged me.

"I'm gonna have to make a trip to Tidewater, and have you narrate a scene, while we act out a scene on my knees."

I thought that was overzealous, imagining Jeff coming to my apartment to hear me read a story while his back was being blown out. Nevertheless I loved the imagery, the "mental media" of him gobbling me from his knees, or getting it missionary, with his legs over my shoulders while being colorful with my words. He argued in another text that he could steal away from home for a "business trip."

"A weekend with you, and I'm all yours," he tailed the statement as he seemed serious of us coming together.

He claimed I fucked him in a way that made him want an encore, and perhaps a situation where we'd do this on a regular basis. I advised him that "duty came first" with me being in the Navy.

"And my duty would be to thank you for your service," he countered as my dick got hard from his clever replies.

Jeff for sure was auditioning to be in the "elite" company of lovers I had. Trey, a black preacher, was a community man, married to a woman of power in the great city of Norfolk, Virginia, but a slobbering slut under it. The 59-year-old clergyman had a booty that rivaled most bitches, but cared less to get fucked as he chose to render his services with lip and tongue. Vance, the young, college professor, had an addiction to black dick, a thing that started when his wife divorced him right as he was hired at Norfolk State University. Paul, a building inspector, and a chunky, white guy from Virginia Beach, read my stories for fun before deciding he wanted to meet the author. He got his ass pounded by me when the wife wasn't looking, and she looked often, for he hinted she knew of his indiscretions behind closed doors. Bryan and Ricardo are a big business couple in Miami, a Cuban-born duo that love to spend money on flights to have me in their mouths. Either of them can't take dick, but can swallow this mean nine inch, and everything (and I mean everything that comes out of it.

"Young man, I want to see you again," Jeff messaged as he just made himself the sixth inductee.

"When," I asked.

"Columbus Day weekend," was his response, as he shared a screenshot of a calendar invite.

"Getting Dicked Down By the Navy Stud" was the title of the invite, and I couldn't do anything, but laughing.

"I know you're getting a kick out of it," he added.

I was, and checked my calendar to see I would be duty-free for three days.

"So you really wanna do this," I replied.

He came with a series of photos, including one where his beautiful hole was swollen, emulating a pasta shell between his ass cheeks. The photo carried the caption "you did this, Sailor."

"That's what happens when you haven't been fucked in over a decade," he claimed.

That photo sent me over the top as I agreed to read stories while he pleased me.

"I'll do whatever you want, as long as you feed me your cum," he admitted as we settled on the dates.

I told him that we'd be glued to the house, and that birthday suits were the only appropriate attire. I asked about what food he liked, and if he drank, coffee, or alcohol, for I wanted to make sure his visit didn't carry an inch of disappointment.

"I drink coffee, and I favor a gin and tonic, or Screwdriver from time to time, but I ain't coming to be pampered. I'm coming to dry you out, and put a smile on your face before you go back on duty," he replied.

We were three weeks out from the visit, and so he made a promise he wouldn't touch himself as he wanted to give me the honor. I knew he would suck a cock here and there, but I truly kept to myself for Jeff was the best lover I had to date. He sucked balls, and glazed this dick in such a genuine passion that he made me want to be his regular. He and I texted in between time, for he had his life in Carolina, and I was on duty, or tending to daily things in my life outside of being a top. We planned to meet Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, but the day before, he called me at 3 p. m., letting me know he couldn't wait another minute to get himself in my clutches.

"I'm on I-85 right now," he said. "I just passed through Salisbury, and the traffic is wide open."

I wouldn't be home until six, and hadn't begun to go to the store to grab things when he caught me completely off guard.

"I'll wait until you arrive," he advised.

I managed to cut loose from work early, then made my way to the commissary, and the liquor store before barreling down the highway.

"I'm heading home now," I said as I called him to let him know I was preparing for him.

He was still at least three hours out, claiming he'd just passed through Greensboro, North Carolina.

"And I'm not wearing underwear," he added.

Right then, my dick bounced as I envisioned him undressing in front of me in my apartment. I made it home, and fried some chicken wings in anticipation of his arrival. I aired out the apartment, then took a hot shower, then doused my neck in a dab of Tom Ford before putting on my favorite velour robe. This wouldn't be a lovemaking adventure, but I'm still in the market of entertaining my guests, even when they're supposed to entertain me. Time went along, and I sat on the couch, sipping a Screwdriver, and having a couple of wings when he called me.

"GPS says I'm 30 minutes from you," he mentioned excitedly as he was ready for the fun.

"You gotta read Choking in Charlotte for me."

"I'll read whatever, and you're gonna like it," I answered as I was in a dominant mood.

We remained on the phone, and I pulled up excerpts from some of my stories that I knew tickled his fancy. I'd hear him moaning, and he claimed he was playing with himself, while his other hand was on the steering wheel.

"I thought you said you wouldn't touch yourself," I asked.

"I can't help it," he replied as he noted the sound of my voice, and the tone turned him on.

Jeff was down to be my bottom bitch as he swooned to all my tendencies. He was beyond the stories: he knew he hadn't sucked a guy like me before, who could deliver in his anus the way I did. That 30 minutes turned into 25, as he was knocking on my door shortly after announcing how close he was. The sun and the temperature dropped outside, and provided the perfect background to what was about to happen. I opened my door, and there was Jeff standing in a Bart Simpson-logo t-shirt, swim trunks, and flip flops as if he was on Miami Beach. He had a wide grin, and a bottle of wine, as he was trying to be the perfect guest. I grabbed his right hand, lightly pulled him inside, and shut the door before I grabbed that wine to pull him close to me. I put my lips to his, then slipped my tongue into his mouth as our bodies were pressed. IT was clear he wore no undergarments, as his hard cock was pressed against mine. He touched mine with his cold hand, caressing it in his palm, while I slid my hands to his ass. I tugged on the shorts, and he would help by pulling them down, allowing me to caress that hot, fat daddy ass that seemed ready for action.

"I've been dreaming about this cock," he said as he looked into my eyes.

He wanted to worship, but I told him to follow me, as I wanted to eat that ass more than anything.

My robe would drop to the floor as I led him down the hallway. He complimented me on my place, and I'd lead him to the master bedroom where my king sized bed awaited.

"Take them clothes off," I said before he would lay flat on his back.

I watched him undress, and saw his thick cock bouncing and leaking as he was excited to be in my presence. Not a chicken wing, or Screwdriver would get in the way of what would happen in minutes. He was naked as he walked over to the foot's edge of the bed, then laid on his back before spreading his legs wide to show his prize. His erect cock was still releasing a string of precum, with his big balls sitting perfectly just above his twitching hole. It was as if his cunt was eyeing me as it trembled, and I looked back at him, seeing him smile as he waited for action. I'd leave the room.

"What's wrong," he asked as I left to go into the kitchen.

I assured him everything was fine, and he asked if I was sure with nervousness in his voice.

"Everything's fine, just grabbing a glass of water," I replied.

I was getting ice water, for I had plans to see our real limits as I wanted to turn him out. I came back to the room, then logged on to Literotica while he kept his legs propped in the air.

"You're checking your phone," he asked, seeming confused.

. I kept quiet as I copied some hot lines from a few stories, then pasted them in my messages as I planned to blurt them as we played.

"I really need that cock," he said as I bent over at the edge of the bed.

The water was placed on a foot stool after I took a drink. I kept a piece of ice, chewing it to bits while my phone was placed to the left of him.

"Keep 'em wide," I told him before I stuck out my tongue.

"I'm getting anxious," he said just before I stuck my frozen tongue into his smitten hole.

He laughed, then gasped as he was taken completely off guard from me rimming him with my cold device.

"You son of a bitch," he uttered with a series of laughter. "Don't do that again!"

"Don't do what," I told him as I repeated chewing ice, then entering my tongue inside his hot hole.

"You're gonna make me crazy," he cried out when I did it a third time.

"We're just writing our own story," I mentioned before I'd do it a fourth time.

I'd knock over the glass of ice water, and neglected the mess for I was devouring Jeff. He'd shaven all around his hole, and around his balls for he left the bush around that fat cock. He tried to jack off while experiencing the sensation of my experienced tongue on his prostate zone. I held down his hands, and ravaged that sweet cunt as an ode to him driving so far for some fun.

"You're gonna make me cum from my pussy," he warned as he kept licking away.

I was for sure tickling his spot as I caused him to squirm and moan. Jeff couldn't keep still as I for sure tasted what could've been his cum. I was addicted over making him nut while getting rimmed, continuously running my tongue in his ass as it swelled from the interaction.

"It really doesn't take much for your pussy to swell," I told him.

I began squeezing his man tits, and I swatted his hands to caress them. I gave his hole a break, then sucked those big balls a bit before tasting his precum. I showed I, too, could suck some cock, and pleasured this bottom for a bit. He was heaving and whimpering once I stuck my finger inside that hot hole, as I sucked him. He begged me not to stop as I pressed down on his prostate, and was hinting he was about to cum when I stopped, leaving him on edge to perhaps cum with me.

"You bitch," he yelled before requesting he suck my cock.

"You're the bitch," I reminded him as I slapped his ass, then got to my cheeks.

"Sit up and come get this dick."

He did just that as he wiggled to the edge of the bed, and I placed my left leg on the mattress. The stubbled Jeff willingly gorged my throbbing dick, savoring it with the assistance of his saliva as he slid his face back and forth from tip to base. I reached down to squeeze his nipples, and that put him into overdrive as he loved his tits being played with.

"I want it. I want it, baby," he said as he stopped to look at me.

"Lay back, and spread that ass," I told him.

He would, and this time his feet were past his head as he exposed his hole as an invite. I was impressed with seeing it percolate as he waited. I lubed the dick with Vaseline, then wasted no time pushing it to his rosebud, then subsequently digging in as he breathed heavily. I loved the way his eyes got big as I filled him up, and how his hot hole embraced my girth as he started moaning. I dug in completely with my balls resting against his ass. I pulled out completely, then dug in the same while pressing on the back of his calves.

"I ain't read you one story," I told him as I was dicking him down.

I was going slow, giving a hard, thorough thrust each time, but pulling out the same as he started to cream. He whimpered each time I imposed myself, with me seeing his face wrinkled as he lived in the moment of ecstasy. I loved the way his warm hole pulled each time I retracted. I loved how wet he'd become, along with the sound of it "talking back" each time I pushed inside.

"Cumming on this dick," I asked, and he'd admit he couldn't stop.

I started pounding away at a shallow point, as I managed to find that prostate. I felt it throb against my tip. I caused his cunt to milk, and even squelch more with each stretch I gave diving in. I let go of his legs, and leaned in further as I was pounding harder, and deeper, seeing his face turned red as his eyes remained closed, and he was enjoying the thrusts. Our bodies clapped just as loud as he was moaning, and his hole continued to burp as his assgasms were out of control.

"You make me want you more and more," he whimpered as I "hitting it" even faster.

My balls were crashing against his ass, as I was rumbling through his sweet, innocent hole. He drove all this way not for me to be narrator, but because no one else could fuck him like I did. I kept pounding and stretching his tunnel for the goodness of the interaction bar none was the best.

I would've kept chiseling, but my balls had enough abuse, and his cunt managed to make me give a hard climax.

"You ready for it," I asked while digging in.

I filled him up without warning, as I felt myself blow, and screamed to the top of my lungs as his hole was squeezing on an emptying dick. I pushed inside completely while my body shook from the moment of delight. When I finished, I looked down at him, and saw his big eyes, and that even bigger smile as confirmation I did a good thing.

"That was intense," he said before I lowered my face for a French kiss.

"Dude, you wore me the hell out," I told him.

"Well, that's my job," he replied as I laid on top of him.

We shared an intimate moment, and kissed, with him wrapping his legs around me. Jeff had become more than a fan as he officially exceeded the criteria to enter the "Cocksucking Hall of Fame."

"I smell food," he said.

"I fried wings," I said before offering up the food and drink.

We smooched once more, then headed into the kitchen to devour the wings along with drinks, as this would be the gateway for one sultry sex-filled holiday weekend.