Italian daddies…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Merhaba sifon.info hikaye okuyucuları birbirinden azdırıcı hikaye arşivini sizlerin beğenisine sunuyoruz okuyun ve ve yorumunuzu bırakın

Italian daddies…It was a cool April evening. In my late teens and just ready to graduatehigh school, I had already made up my mind that I would be spending my lifeproviding sexual pleasure to men rather than screwing women and having k**s.I was drawn to older, mature men since I was just about seven years old. Ihad this strange fascination about watching men urinate.This fascination became a pure obsession, gravitating to men’s rooms inrestaurants, service stations, parks and specially the nearby bowling alley.During the evening a couple times a week, the alley was filled with leaguebowlers who were mostly blue collar studs. I love the beer bellies. Thesemen belched and farted with gusto and had no shame. The bowling alley wasbig enough that I could enter, had roam around mostly unnoticed. The guy atthe front desk handing out the bowling shoes was basically trying to makecontact with every pare of tits that entered the place, so he never reallynoticed me.This night would be the start of something that would last with me untiltoday.Although I was nearly legal age and was gay, I had no experience with men upto that point. I just used to head to the men’s room anytime a man whointerested me went before me, and if I got a chance, I could watch him piss.The urinals in the alley were those long floor length types with no wallbetween them. It was typical for anyone who has had a few beers to stand abit further away from the urinal and I could get quite a show. I was reallyinto watching uncut men piss. The way they held their cock, some would skinit back, others would let is splash through the hose, others would just letit hang and drain.This particular night I was watching a team called the “Sonny’s Bar &Grille”. This team was made up of five mature Italian men ranging fromtheir late thirties to the sixties. They were loud, crude and quite roughsounding. I knew these men all had wives, c***dren and some withgrandc***dren.I would sometimes sit for a few minutes close enough to listen to some ofthem talking about sex with their wives. I used to hear that many of thewives never gave head, many wouldn’t even touch their cocks, while some ofthe others would talk openly about their big cocks and how they made theirwives submit to their sexual needs. I was secretly attracted to all of thembut the two oldest I used to have fantasies about, but I was terrified toact on them. They wore kelly green and red shirts, all had their namesembroidered on the pockets in the front. The pockets usually filled withcigarette packs or cigars. There was Pete, the youngest, a big, tall, huskydark haired loud mouth probably late thirties. Then Tony, a thinner, wiryhair dude, always wore too much cologne, but his trousers always gave way toshow an impressive piece of meat nestled against his right leg, in hisforties. Next was Robbie, Tony’s brother. Similar in every way to hisbrother, but older, and a little pudgier, and always seemes to be grabbinghis crotch all the time and that really turned me on and I would say he wasapproaching fifty. Then there was Sam, my favorite, very tall, very large,dark hair spilling out of every place he had clothing covered. Shirt alwaysopen to reveal an expensive gold crucifix and a thicket of dense Italiancurls. His hefty belly was barely contained. His crotch revealed an ampleset of jewels that I really wanted to explore. He was quite, but drank beerwith gusto. He smelled like cheap cologne, but he was a sexy bastard,,,wasin his fifties also. Then there was Sonny…the senior of the group. Themost menacing, mean, loud mouth, big, burly and rough. Where there was darkhair on Sam, the hair on Sonny was grey mixed with white. He oozed sexualelectricity even at his age. Out of all of the men, Sonny, I think noticedmy loitering around the team. I wanted so bad to be cradled in Sonny’s armsand be held against his large hairy chest. He smoked cigars and ate likecrazy to feed that massive belly that I secretly adored. Sonny was alsoowner and proprietor of the sponsor of his team. Enough intro.I was in my third or fourth week of making short appearances at the bowlingalley, after I got to watch a couple of studs pee, I would wax my carrot,shoot a watery load onto the rubber urinal pad, zip up and leave.Upon entering the alley this night, I bought a soda from the vending machineand I saw Sonny heading to the men’s room in quite a hurry. Throwingcaution to the wind, canlı bahis I waited about a minute and followed. I was shakingwith anticipation. Entering through the second door, I noticed all theurinals were empty and I immediately came down from my high. Only the firsttoilet stall was occupied and I could see Sonny’s big feet as he sat on thethrown.I heard him grunting, groaning, farting and making one hell of a racket. Acouple of men entered the men’s room and I tried to pretend I was pissing.The two who entered, pissed quickly and left…they were two younger menthat I had no interest in. I walked to the sink and I heard Sonny get up,his belt buckle clanged on the floor. He belched, got himself together andcame out of the stall. He did notice me standing there, nodded a greeting,washed his hands and left the room. It was at that time I noticed he didnot flush the toilet behind him. Repulsed by the idea that what thosegrunts produced was still sitting in that bowl, I was drawn by purecuriosity to see what he left. I was not, by any means into s**t play…notat all.Upon walking closer to the stall, the fetid air told me he left a veryfragrant package. Standing over the bowl I witnessed the dark amber toiletwater and a large knotted chunk of Italian ass fudge floating in it and awad of wilting tissue. Gagging over the stench, I flushed the toilet andleft.I sat close enough to see the team and the men’s room door hoping that onenight I would hit the jackpot.I was getting discouraged when I saw Sam get up and say he had to “drain thelizard”. My heart dropped and I waited. He opened the men’s room door andentered…I followed. Upon clearing through the second door, Sam wasstanding at the first urinal, fat uncut dick in his hand, and pissing away.I nearly tripped on a piece of missing tile on the floor walking to join himat the urinal. He noticed my clumsiness and watched as I took a stance asafe two urinals away. I was so fascinated by his long foreskin that Ifound myself staring at it.He let the hang go and lit a cigarette and then I noticed that he caught mestaring. My excitement turned to fear immediately.”Ya know k**, it is not wise of ya to be staring at a guy’s pecker like thatMost guys would knock on you ass and ask questions later”, he warned.I said that I was sorry and apologized.He smiled and said, “If I didn’t know better I would be convinced that youwant a closer look, and if I had more time I would give ya one. Hell, I gota wife who gives lousy head, so when I see someone who looks interested inmy cock, I normally let ’em have it. Do ya want it k**?”I reluctantly nodded a yes and still pissing, he moved to the urinal next tome, grabbed my hand and told me to hold it as he didn’t want to get hishands wet.I held it like I would hold my own and I then noticed that his thickforeskin was wet and slippery. Little did I know I was slightly jacking himas he pissed. He told me to stop jacking and hold it. I was so nervous, Isoaked my hand in his hefty stream.He then told me that he and Sonny had noticed me hanging out at the alleyand Sonny was convinced that I was a fag. I again was gripped with fear,but excitement at the same time.The stream ebbed to a halt.”So, ya wanna munch on this thing sometime tonight”, he inquired with asneer. Awestruck, I nodded again without a word and approved.He laughed a second and added, “If ya wanna taste this thing, ya gotta dosomething for me…I wanna see ya lick all of my piss off your hand first.This will let me know if you are really serious”.My hand and lower jacket sleeve was quite damp. I raised my hand to mymouth. The strange nutty aroma of his piss came into focus and I slowlystuck my tongue out. Well, I was going to taste piss for the first time.Well, I gotta tell ya, it was beer piss and had no taste whatsoever…He told me to wait until the end of the third game and he would let me havemy “sausage dessert” as he called it with a throaty laugh.”Follow me, boy or what shall I call you?”. “Lou”, I said, “Lou”.”Do you know how to keep score, Louie m’boy”, he inquired. ( this was beforeelectronic score keeping ). I told him I did and waited for my nextinstructions.I followed his big frame out to the area where his team was playing. Samintroduced me to the team, “Gang this is Louie, he wants to be our officialscore keeper, so, Pete, get the hell out of that chair and let my buddy takeover.”For the next agonizing bahis siteleri hour and a half, I took score seeing a few dozen hotlooking studs going into the can, but I stayed put. During this last game Isaw Sam talking to Sonny where I could not hear them. The spoke, laughedand spoke some more. I turned to pick up my soda can and then I noticed Samtalking again to Sonny. Sonny then reached down without a thought andsqueezed a thick bulging mound in his loose fitting pants. It was then Iknew he was giving Sonny the low down. The smiles on both of their faceswould have sent Mother Teresa to hell.Sitting at the scoring desk, my own cock was pointing due north and I wasgetting anxious.The last frame, Sam came over, grabbed my shoulders with his meaty hands andsqueezed them like he was kneading bread.”Nice job, Louie, Sonny and I want to treat ya to something to eat after thegame is over, hungry and thirst?”I wasn’t really sure if it was going to be food or their appetizing crotchesso I said I would love to.Sonny came over to the table and handed my a twenty dollar bill and asked ifI wanted to be their weekly score keeper. As he was talking to me he wasrubbing his cock against the edge of the table and had his hand on myshoulder. The other three guys thanked me after the final frame and theguys were removing their bowling shoes and getting ready to leave.Sonny asked where I lived. Afraid to give him an address I just told himwithin walking distance”. He seemed ok with the response.Like someone under a trance I followed the group into the parking lot. Samgot into a white Eldorado and Sonny had a big Ford pickup.”C’mon Lou, wanna come to our restaurant for a one of our famous sausagesandwiches” he said with a sinister laugh. “I’ll drive and bring ya backhere afterwards.”Not even answering his question, I hopped into this pickup. It reeked ofcigar smoke and I swear that there was a cup of piss in the cup holderbetween the seats.We got on the road and Sonny broke the ice, “Well k**, do you have theslightest idea what you are getting yourself into?…Sammy told me what yadid for him in that shit house and I gotta tell ya, you are gonna be a busylittle cocksukcer tonight…and you better never say a word or you will bespending a night in a dumpster awaiting pickup, ya hear?”…I thought of theconsequences and had no problems with his demands and I told him I could notwait to see his cock.He slapped me and said, “You should be interested in women, but now I don’thave to make my wife suck me, if you are good, you will be my permanent suckboy”.We arrived at the back of the eatery and I saw a dumpster…I was determinednot to end up in it!Sammy arrived minutes later and got out of his car and unlocked the door. Iwas walking between both of them so I would not escape and we were in asmall office with a futon bed, large sofa, desk, safe and lots of foodsupplies.Sammy did not waste any time…in a flash his fly was open, dick out and hewas rubbing the juicy prepuce on my lips. A few drops of piss stilllingered there from his last piss. I sat in the desk chair and held on/I opened my mouth and let this spongy full flavored cock in. I was notexperienced in the art of fellatio, so I was given very harsh instructions..do not bite me, I only wanna feel lips tongue and throat. I was also toldthat his cock head was extremely sensitive and I was not to try to tongue itWhile I was getting used to the rhythm of sucking his seven incher, out ofthe corner of my eye, I noticed Sonny stripping off all his clothes. Myexcitement went through the roof after I saw his fat Italian salami…darkcolored, long generous foreskin, his balls hung down low and his body wascovered with grey/black fur.Sammy was still steering my head up and down his member. His fur coveredpaw was getting impatient.”Your mouth is like a velvet oven, damn I don’t wanna cum but I can’t helpit, I hope ya like cum, Louie, you are gonna get a belly full”, he yelled.Sonny walked over, used his hand to push all seven inches of Sammy’s beautyinto my mouth. Sam’s underbelly twitched, I saw his balls rise up and mymouth was suddenly attacked by several strong shots of baby bullets. Thick,mild tasting and abundant was his seed.”You better not spit that out k** or I’ll knock ya out…swallow it…andwait a few second before you let my cock out of your sweet mouth”, heordered.His load felt like a warm oyster in my belly, I bahis şirketleri was told to release him andhe dragged himself to the futon and flopped on it.”Was it good, Sammy?” Sonny asked.”When was the last time you saw me nut in ten minutes, his mouth is like awarm wet vacuum cleaner, and I don’t believe for a second that this is thefirst suck job this k** ever gave”, Sam said out of breath, still in therealm of his orgasm.Sonny then waddled over to the large sofa with a recliner on the end. Hed****d a towel over the seat, sat on it, spread his legs.”Hey k**, grab me a beer and come back and get on your knees”, he said withalmost anger in his voice.The little fridge was behind his desk. I grabbed a beer for him and one forSammy and me too. I got within six feet of that magnificent man and I wastold to remove all of my clothes. Doing so, I handed Sam his beer and aftershedding my underwear, I walked to Sonny and handed him his.”Why did you get three, you are not 21 yet, you can’t have beer, give thatto me”, Sonny snarled. “Now get over here and kneel between these tired,sweaty Italian legs”, he added.I complied as Sonny took the ice cold can and pressed it against his heftyset of tanks. I looked up at him as if he were sitting on a thrown and Iwas his loyal subject..His hair covered hand grabbed a handful of balls, his other grabbed my headand joined his fat nuts with my open mouth and rough tongue. I triedfeverishly to suck the testicle into my mouth. My head was then pulled tothe closest part of his crotch and held there for it seemed like hours. Igot a full dose of the aroma of ball sweat, faint odor of piss, ghosts offarts and a slight stench of the prize turd he left at the bowling alley.”Sniff it in boy, get used to it you will be breathing this in a lot fromnow on”, and he added that with a loud and satisfying laugh.After his balls and the line between his nuts and his fragrant ass crack waswet with my spit, I was introduced to an angry red cock head that emergedfrom a wet foreskin. “Mine isn’t sensative, so bite it, chew it, and showme what you learned”, Sonny demanded.I licked, sucked, nibbled,caressed, tongued and lapped on his meat as if itwere a hot popsicle. Sonny was loving every second of my oral attention.One thing was for sure, he wasn’t a quick cummer like Sam was.It seemed the longer I sucked, the more new techniques I was mastering…andI knew I was giving him pleasure as his cock was leaking like a hole in adike. He gently placed his hand on my head and started slowly andsensuously grinding his groin into my face. I was frequently looking up athis face on the outstoke and saw a man in a passionate state, eyed closed,mouth open in a slight contented smile and a determined expression.One thing was for sure, I was definitely going to get this man’s load. Withone large gasp of breath he held my head still and sent eight to ten shortsplats of sperm onto my tonsils, throat and mouth. I had to swallow becauseof the volume. I gotta say, his sperm was thicker than Sams, tastier betterthan Sams and much hotter.After about a minute, I tried to release his cock from my mouth. “I ain’tdone with you yet cocksucker, my pointy dick is staying right where it isuntil I’m finished and my foreskin is completely back where it belongs”,Sonny instructed in a stern voice.Sammy said, “I really wanted to get a feel of this k**’s asshole, but I amso drained I might have to take a raincheck”. Sonny laughed and agreed withmy mouth still filled with his softening cock.With another hearty chuckle, Sonny said to me and Sam, “Well I think youearned your beer now, k**, but since you are too old to have the real stuff,I’m gonna give ya some that is filtered and pasteurized”. Both of themlaughed loudly as Sonny than had my head in a death grip and started pissingin my mouth. The nearly tasteless liquid was quickly filling my mouth, Ihad tears in my eye and Sonny said, “You are doing well the first time..after Sam told me you licked piss off of your hand I knew I had to have yousample mine, take it and swallow it back, Louie, gulp it down”. His streamtook a while to dwindle to a trickle. A pointed wet cock snout was pulledout of my mouth and a lazy drop of piss flavored semen was hanging on theend, which was squeezed onto my outstretched tongue and the episode was overI was driven back to the alley and I walked home a new person, and nolonger a virgin.This was the first of several episodes with them until I graduated and wentto college that took me far from that bowling alley. Sonny’s Bar andGrille burned to the ground in the early eighties and I lost contact withthose salami toting studs.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32