Feeding A Twink Cock Sucker - Part 1

Erotic Gay Twink Story #7

Former fitness model Guy in London has sent us a hot hot story which we’ve split into two parts.

Guy says he wants to tell us about more of his exploits as they happen. We really welcome more stories from Guy!

Hey guys! I’ve been loving the site lately and when I saw the stories being added I thought it was the perfect way to share my own experiences. I get a lot of action and I always wanted to share it with other guys but I don’t have the time to create a blog and all that crap. I mostly get off on writing my own experiences down, so when I saw what was being added here I thought it was the perfect place.

I guess I should start off by telling you a little bit about me.

My name is Guy, I’m 37 and I live in London. About four years ago I left the modelling business because I was apparently getting “too old” for it. I was given a choice of either staying in the business in the offices (shit job full of drama queens and bitches) or fall back on my original back-up plan of data analysis - boring, but stable. I know a lot of guys would have chosen the more exciting life of celeb parties and coked-up dramas, but that’s not me.

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When the financial crisis hit I took the plunge and started my own data analysis company. I hit up some contacts in the banking world, and before I knew it I had clients all over the planet from Tokyo to New York to Sydney.

In a couple of years I went from previously successful fitness model to international data analyst, travelling the globe and earning more in a month I did before in a year, and getting my thick muscle daddy dick into hundreds of boys too!

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See, that’s something else you should know about me, I have an almost uncontrollable sex drive, and if there’s a twink cock sucker within a mile who needs feeding, or a bottom boy with a tight hole that needs stretching I almost have a sixth sense about it. lol

I’ll start off by telling you about my first trip to New York.

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I was called on by a trader for a large investment bank who needed someone to trace back through all of his records over the previous ten years - he’d fucked up big time, and he needed me to find it, so he could bury it.

As I said, I’m always horny. The first thing I’m thinking about when the plane hits the tarmac is where I can shove my cock. Back then I didn’t know where to start, boys had pretty much dropped in my lap up until then and I never really needed to do anything more than go to a party or a local bar.

So I had my meeting with the idiot trader (seriously, most of them are so fucking stupid it’s unreal!) and I was heading back to my hotel. I decided that I’d head to the gym, the cheapest one I could find where the young lads would probably be.

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At the bottom of the steps into the subway was this cute guy standing and playing guitar with a cup of change in front of him. He looked a little like me when I was about 20, shaggy hair and a little short scruff over his face. He was so handsome, and my muscle daddy dick was drooling precum at the sight of him.

I waited until he ended his song, handed him a $20 bill and told him how good he was - he actually wasn’t that bad, no chance of him becoming famous, but not bad. He smiled the sexiest smile and all I could think about was sliding my cock into his mouth.

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“You want to make a grand in an hour?” I asked. I’ve never been one for games and bullshit.

He looked at me wide-eyed, then suspiciously “yeah, sure, all I have to do is suck your cock, right?”

I guess he’d been propositioned before, but that wasn’t so surprising considering how handsome he was. I could tell he had a pretty hot bod under his shirt too.

“Actually, yeah. A thousand bucks for sucking my cock.”

He shook his head and grabbed his cup, getting ready to leave. “Okay, fifteen.” I upped it. I really didn’t care about the money, I just needed to cum so bad, and I wanted him to take it. I needed a twink cock sucker to drain my balls and I wanted it to be him so bad!

He paused, turned, fixed his blue eyes on mine “how do I know you’re not just gonna fuck me in an alley? I ain’t gay and I ain’t getting my ass fucked by anyone. How do I know you haven’t got some fucker ready to grab me when we get in an alley? This is New York. I might be from Ohio but I ain’t no dumb fuck!”

People were walking by, ignoring us. Amazing how that happens in New York. In London people would be listening in, tutting under their breath, judging you. But here everyone is too busy checking their phone or rushing to the next meeting, too wrapped up in their own shit to give a damn about anything going on around them.

“Okay kid, here’s the hotel I’m staying in, room 104. This is my business card. Call the number and a woman called Michelle will answer in London, if you ask her to put you through to me and say you’re with Morgan my phone will ring.”

He looked it over, didn’t call, and twenty minutes later we were walking into my hotel room.

“I’ve never done anything with a guy, most I ever did was watch a friend jerk-off in high school”.

“That’s okay, just treat my dick like you’d want someone to treat yours” I told him, taking off my jacket and feeling the wet patch in my shorts slide against my twitching cock. “Strip” I instructed.

He did as he was told, stripping down to his socks and colourful underwear. He had a hot body, like a young athlete but slim too. I took off my tie, unbuttoned my shirt as I looked at him.

“and the rest too...” I pointed briefly to his underwear where the slight bulge was tempting me. “I want to see you jerking it”.

To be continued...