familiar-stranger

Subject: Familiar Stranger Familiar Stranger I stopped at a bookstore one night, horny and looking to suck some dick. Wandering the halls, I checked out the men and waited for “the one”. After a while an older guy entered and as he passed, I pushed myself away from the wall and followed him. I like older guys, and something about him was familiar. I wondered if I had seen him here before, or if maybe I had sucked him before. He went into a booth and I heard the door lock. I strolled passed the booth and waited at the end of the hall. When the movie quit he exited the booth and headed down the hall in the opposite direction. Again I followed. The second hall was nearly empty and after checking several booths he finally entered one, glancing over his shoulder as he stepped inside. The door closed, but didn’t lock. A moment later the movie started. I walked to the booth and pulled on the door. It swung open and I saw him standing there, rubbing the crotch of his snug jeans. “Mind if I join you?” I asked. “No,” he said. I entered the booth and locked the door. A straight movie was playing, a guy fucking a woman, her exaggerated moans filling the small booth. I watched the movie a moment, sneaking glances at him. He was a bit shorter than me with a nice build to his compact frame. His short hair was gray, as was his mustache. I looked at his crotch as he rubbed it, a nice bulge under the faded denim. Slowly he worked his zipper down and slid his hand in the fly. He saw me looking and smiled at me. I smiled back at him as my hand cupped my crotch. He pulled his dick through the fly and out into the open. My eyes widened at the sight of his long, thick cock. For a small man, he had a big dick. I smiled at him and he stared şişli travesti at me while he stroked his dick. “Need some help with that?” I asked. “Sure,” he said, releasing his dick. It bobbed before him as he undid his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. Without underwear his cock swung free. I squatted before him and took his dick in my hand, stroking him slowly, my hand wrapped around the thick shaft. His cock was big and warm, the skin smooth and silky. I stared at the big mushroom head, the piss slit gaping. I looked up at him and saw that he was watching me, waiting. Again I had the feeling that he was familiar to me. Leaning forward I took his dick in my mouth and began sucking. His dick filled my mouth, my lips stretched into a large O. I cupped his ass in my hands, pulling him toward me, taking his dick deeper in my mouth. I felt the hair on his ass against my palms. I kneaded his firm ass as I sucked him. The feel of his dick in my mouth excited me and I began sucking hard and fast. My dick was hard in my pants, bent uncomfortable between my legs but I ignored it, concentrating on the dick in my mouth. I sucked him for a long time, my mouth sliding rapidly up and down on his dick, my hands holding his ass in a tight grip. My knees were aching, and I took his dick from my mouth and stood up. “Had to straighten my knees for a moment,” I explained as I took his dick in my hand and stroked him. He laughed, an odd little laugh, and a shock run through me. Suddenly I knew why he looked familiar. I knew that laugh, the way his face flushed when he laughed that way. It had been almost twenty years since I had seen him, but now I recognized him. Standing there with his dick in my hand I had no doubt beylikdüzü travesti of who he was. I remembered his face as it was the last time I saw him, and noticed the change of twenty years. I smiled at him and once again squatted in front of him. Taking his dick in my mouth again I began to suck him, gripping his ass and pulling him closer. I sucked harder this time, turned on more now then before. His dick filled my mouth and I worked hard to give him one of the best blowjobs he would ever have. I sucked hungrily, greedily, on his cock. I played with his ass, squeezing and rubbing his hairy buns. I fondled his balls. I sucked hard, I sucked softly, I sucked the head of his dick, nursing the spongy head, taking him as deep in my mouth as I could. I worked his cock, trying hard to please him. After a while he started pushing his hips forward, fucking my mouth. I could hear his breathing grow heavier and louder. I gripped his hairy ass tighter in my hands as he fucked my mouth, feeling them tighten in my grip. “I’m cumming,” he groaned as the first burst of cum shot into my mouth. I tightened my lips around his dick as more cum shot into my mouth. Swallowing I felt the warm fluid slide down my throat. I swallowed again, another gob of cum going down my throat. He groaned again as he put a hand on the back of my head, pushing me down on his spurting cock. I swallowed more cum before I heard him let out a heavy sigh. “Damn, that was good,” he said as the hand fell from my head. I kept sucking, hungry for his fat cock, and felt his dick began to soften in my mouth. I sucked until he was totally limp before I let his big dick fall from my mouth. Looking at his dangling cock, wet with my saliva, I pushed istanbul travesti my face into his crotch and kissed his dick. I ran my face through his pubes, licked his hairy ballsack. Again I kissed the head of his dick before I stood up. Again he let out that odd little chuckle of his, and it made me smile. “You suck good,” he said as he reached for jeans and pulled them up, tucking his dick inside. “Thanks,” I said. “You’ve got a big dick. I loved sucking it. I would suck your dick any time.” Again there was that odd chuckle, and in the light from the movie I saw his face flush. “Well, thanks,” he said as he moved toward the door. “Hey, what’s your name? Just so I know what to call you when I jack off thinking about this later,” I said. I just wanted to see what he would say, if he would tell the truth. He smiled as he unlocked the door. “Wayne,” he said, then he stepped out into the hall and was gone. Alone in the booth I nodded, a smile on my face. He had told me his real name. The man I had just sucked, the man who just came in my mouth, whose cum I swallowed, was my uncle! He was my mothers’ younger brother. My mother died when I was a teenager and my father remarried a year later, and her family wasn’t happy about it. It caused a lot of family problems and eventually we lost contact with them. Twenty years had changed us both a lot, and it took me a while to recognize him. It was the laugh that did it. Looking at him closely after that, I noticed his eyes. His eyes were still the same bright blue, like my mothers eyes, and my grandmothers’ too. His blond hair was now gray, shorter than he had worn it back then. He was heavier, his stomach slightly rounded, his face more weathered, but it was him. He obviously didn’t recognize me; he never would have let me suck his dick. As a horny young teen I had fantasized about him a lot. Never would I have thought that the fantasy of sucking my uncle would ever come true, but it did the night I met a familiar stranger.