Georges' Arrangement

It occured back in the early 60s while I was attending a service school. The fellow mentioned is George Jones (honest , but not The George Jones. George was my introduction to sexual bliss while I was in that area, a sort of " country rake " known by one & all if you needed to get a blow job from 'heaven'... that was Georges' specialty, and he was known far & wide there abouts. The way we met was, I was at the local laundrymat doing a load of clothes, when in walked George with his few things to be done. I didn't know it then, but this was one of Georges' favorite 'pick-up' places. It started with small talk , theninto more intimate stuff that soon layed the groundwork for where we were 'headed' . I was in my late 20s, so I was very familiar where this talk would take us. I wasn't 'drop-dead' handsome, but I've been told I was goodlooking, very nice build, and I had a sexual 'aura' about me. This was also at a time when there were "blue movies" availible, but you were descreet in letting just anyone know you had them. In some states you could have gotten in trouble with the law by just having them. They were shown on 8mm film and very explicit.

When George mentioned that he had some, "would I like to see some", it didn't take long to agree. He mentioned that he lived the next small town up, that his wife was working until 8pm, and if I liked, we could go there this fine afternoon to view them. George had a very good job in the county, drove a yellow cadillac, and was about in his 50s. He was a bit overweight, but he had a way about him, both in mannerisms & appearence that didn't offend. So that is how I met, and continued to meet, ole George. He loved my 8" cock, said it was one of the best (something I'm sure many also heard), and he did introduce me to some interesting people, along with his 'servicing ' me as well. This story is about one of those 'introductions'.

Since I was one of Georges' favorite 'people', it was possible for me to come by his house (I was introduced to his wife as one of his students in woodcraft) and we'd go to the basement workshop, where, among other things, he would give a blow-job(s) over the course of my time there. His wife never came down to the basement.

When I dropped by this one evening, George told me that he would not be able to "please" me because he had developed a very sore throat, it hurt to even swollow (no pun intended). I told Him, " oh damm, I was really hard & hot, and had so looked forward to this evening. Guess I'll check out the roadside.....maybe....".

George said, "not at night, that can be risky or dangerous, but I've an idea..... depending on how you feel about guys of color".

I said, "what do you mean by that?"

"I know this young colored guy that loves to suck cock, met him a while back, and we do 'favors' for one another sometimes", he said. "I could call, see if he's free, you could pick him up, he knows some safe places, and he would love to suck that hot load out of you I'm sure".

Since I was mainly into getting the blowjobs, not in giving them (yet), and as hot as I was right then, I told him to make the call. He was soon back with the good news (yes) and the directions where to pick the guy up. The guys name was Dicky (no kidding), and he would be on the corner in 25 minutes. Ole George couldn't give me a whole blowjob, but he did take my throbbing cock into his mouth for a quick suck before I left.

My car was a nice two-door hardtop, bright Red & White, not hard to spot at all. I wasn't parked near the corner three minutes before a good looking young black man came to my window, asked if George had sent me. He was of medium height, probably around my age (or yunger), and had a very nice smile, as he said, " I'm Dicky".

I told him I was happy to meet him, to hop in, and give me directions where to go. He had me drive just out of town (looking me over I sensed), had me go off the main road and up a small hill to an open field. Then he directed me a small opening in the treeline, where I could back in out of sight amongst the trees. I must admit to being a bit concerned, in the dark like that with this stranger.... but George had vouched for him, so I figured...go for it. I put the seat all the way back, tilted the steering wheel up out of the way, the leaned back to await the next move.

"Let me do that for you", he murmered, as he had his hands on my belt buckle, bending over, the slipped my opened pants slowly off my hips as I lifted up to make it easier for him. My pants were soon at my ankles, as he put his head in my lap to cover my throbbing cock with his hot mouth, as he blew through my shorts with a madding suck-blow motion.

"Ummmmmm', he murmered, " so nice, and getting so wet on your shorts aren't we? I better slip your shorts out of the way, or you'll soak them". And he did just that ..... once more I lifted my ass off the seat, right into his waiting face, and as my shorts were slid down his tounge began to lick every inch of my cock as it was uncovered. Once my shorts had joined my pants around my ankles, his tounge and hands were everywhere at once all over my throbbing prick and loaded nut sack.

I was in heaven, then I heard myself begging, "please, oh please, don't wait....suck it...suck it...ummmmmm .

Then my cock was sucked deep into his furnace mouth, all of it, until I could feel his nose in my cock hairs. He just held it there for a few minutes, his throat muscles working, his murmers of "ummmm, ahhh, ummmmm" were ringing in my ears. Then he was lifting his head up my hot wet shaft, licking, sucking....until only my cockhead was covered....then he plunged back down as his tounge and mouth sucked everywhere.

I could only hang on, and moan "oh yeah, oh yeah... ahhhh... yes... yes...suck me...suck me "

He soon had my load boiling up through my balls through my hot cock, and erupting into his waiting mouth. I was being sucked dry by this wonderful sex-vacuum. Once he was sure he had the last drop, he eased up and back into his seat.

"I'm sorry I came so quickly like that, but I was so ready, and you were too good" I said.

"Not to worry", he said, "that was just for openers, the first taste....a cock like this has to have more for me....after you rest some....unless you are in a hurry".

"Hell no, I'm in no hurry, and yes....I have more hot cumm if you want it....just let me rest some", I told him.

There came a brief sliver of moonlight, and it was then I could see that he had (at some point) undone his own pants, and he had been working his own big cock to a glisten. He saw me looking and said, " I hope you don't mind, but I get so hot I just have to work my own meat at times".

I replied, " I don't mind at all, and that is some hunk of cock you have there I'll tell you.

"Don't worry", he told me, "George told me you would probably only want to be sucked, not suck, so I don't mean anything by it. When I suck a big cock like yours, I get so hot, I just have to work my meat".

"No problem, I understand....I feel the same often", I replied.

We were soon done with our cigerettes, his hand was once more working my crotch over, doing its magic, and he said, "Hmm, looks like we back in business....you sure feel ready to me". And so I was ...... and so his head once more went to my hot cack, swiftly sucking it deep, only his motions were now more controled, maddenly slower. He was going to have me 'dancin' for sure this time.

Once more he had me moaning, quiet "ummmms, ahhs, oh, oh ". It was then there was another brief

moonlight burst that had me looking this time at his hand as he worked that chocolate meat into a pole of steel. Without thinking, I found my own hand rubbing my way towards his crotch, I had this hot desire to feel what he was doing. Although his sucking mouth never lost its 'rhythm of joy', he must of sensed my intentions, because his cumm wet hand was suddenly capturing my own, leading it gently to his rod of steel. I can only say it was an 'electric' moment, for when my fingers felt that hot piece of manmeat, I had to wrap my hand around his throbbing cock, start explore every inch of it, rub his precum over every bit of him, started to pump his cock in time with his own sucking motions on my own hot cock. Along with the sucking and slurping noises Dicky was making, I was soon hearing deep throated maons of pleasure from him.

He suddenly eased off from my cock, sat back up, and with a gleam in his eye he murmered, "that feels so good...no don't stop it... you know, if you'd like to try....... ". His hand was soon rubbing the back of my neck, he was putting a pressure to bring my own head slowly towards his own lap......and I found myself not resisting his soft urging.

He murmered, " honest, you don't have to....but if you do want to see.....I mean, I would love it....but you don't have too if........ oh yes, oh yes......

I found my mouth opening, my tounge went out to taste his wettness..... and the my lips were drawing him into my mouth. I had no control over this, I simply had to know, taste, feel. He was to big for me to fit all of him in, but I never stopped my downward motion until I felt the head of his dick at the opening of my throat, causing me to gag somewhat. I then eased back up, then down, then up, then down. His hips started a involuntary upward fucking motion, and I was thrilled with it. His cock was so huge, so wet & hot. I finaly had to sit back up and get my breath, as his cock left my mouth with an audible 'pop'.

"Sorry", I told him, "but I don't know that I could let you cumm in my mouth....at least not this time.... I just..... ".

"Don't worry", he sighed, " that was more than I expected....and so lovely. There's no need for you to do me too ....it was just sooo good though of you.....George told me you didn't.... but thanks so...."

"I can't explain it, I ..... something just came over me.....I didn't mean to lead you on...... perhaps someday...... I will pump you while you finish me if you'd like though".

"ummmmm yes", he murmered, as his mouth once more captured my wet, wet cock. He was hungry now, for the intensity of his searching tongue, his deep throat sucking, soon had my ass off the seat pumping his hot mouth in uncontrollable frenzied motions. "Oh yes, oh yes, it getting there... don't you stop, ohhhhhh... it's sooo ready... it's cumming... I'mmmm cumming.... ahhhhhh ahhhh". His hot mouth was once again catching and swollowing each spurt of cumm as I gave him all the hot cumm I had....spurt, spurt, slurp, swollow....I was on fire.

At the same time that hot, wet cock of Dickys' was worked into a lather by my pistoning hand. Then it seem to grow even larger in my hand as he bucked into my fist of love, his great gobs of cumm exploded into the air, into his lap, into my lap, down my whipping hand.

He licked my cock clean all over, then sat back as we cleaned him up as well. What a ride, we were both panting, shit-eating grins on our faces.

"Man, that was too much, your too much, he said.

"All due to you" I sighed, "you are unbelieveable my friend. This can't be the last time, just can't"

"It won't be", he promised, " I won't let it be. There's too much for us to yet enjoy".

And true to his word....it wasn't. Ole George didn't know what an immense pleasure he had opened up for us be making this first time arrangement.

For those that may wonder, seems George found Dicky when he was in his teens...... and yes, George was able (and did) to suck that great cock of his, and Dicky would regularly suck ole George.

And yes, I too soon learned to return "full pleasure" to Dicky.... I learned much from him. We also soon shared 'mutual friends' at times. If it hadn't been for the way society was back then......well hell....who knows.

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written by bigmug