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My Throat Goat

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

My cock spluttered its mess across his young eager face. He was smiling as I came over him, the cum dripping off his eyebrows and into his beautiful light brown eyes. An extra jet spurted into his mouth, giving him a white moustache to add to the thin trimmed hairs that ran along his upper lip. He swallowed me whole, pushing into me, all the while looking up at me adoringly. In that instant I loved him more than anyone else in my life, even more than my own children. I wanted to share him with the world and yet keep him to myself. He was a secret I wanted to shout about.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Generously, he cleaned my cock with his mouth and tongue. It was difficult to know which of us had gained the most pleasure from this unexpected transaction. I sat back, drained, but ready for more. He remained sitting at my feet, watching me, waiting for instructions. I imagined him hard, his cock pressed tight against his shorts. It was his job to please a man. He did an excellent job.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"Thank you, sir," he said.

I resolved to tell my children about him. It was time.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Married for fourteen years, divorced for ten, my son in his early twenties, my daughter nineteen. None of them knew about my throat goat and all my other friends. Some of them were dirty, very dirty. But isn't dirtiness relative like everything else? My throat goat certainly had a dirty, greedy throat, but his eyes sparkled like those of an angel. Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, to someone looking at him casually, to someone not knowing that far stickier things than butter slipped down his oesophagus. My beautiful throat goat.

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By *ich65Man
3 weeks ago

Chorley

🔥🔥🔥🥒

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

My son, Sam, shifted nervously in his chair. My daughter, Helen, put down her glass of wine. I had deemed it better to tell them both together at the same time, saving any awkward conversations that they might have had with each other, getting things only half-right. Also, I guessed that I may have an ally in Helen. It would be Sam who would resist this. The signs were already there. He didn’t meet my gaze. His face was redder than usual. My wife, their mother, could wait. She need never know, as far as I was concerned.

They had known for ten years that I was bi-sexual. I had told them about it at the time of the divorce. It was never a factor in the ending of my marriage, which came about because my wife had an affair and fell in love with, and finally lived with, a much older man. My bi-sexuality was never a big issue for them. I simply told them that one day I may decide to live with a man, not with a woman. They accepted it calmly. Though I never did live with anyone else and so the tolerance was never tested beyond its theoretical limits. And I got all the, “Well, it is the twenty-first century!” stuff at the same time. However, knowing that someone is bi-sexual and knowing what they actually do in bed are two very different scenarios. In my case, it was what I did well away from the bedroom that mattered. This was what I wanted to talk to them about.

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By *ich65Man
3 weeks ago

Chorley

😈👍

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“I see a lot of men,” I said. “Some of them I never see again. One or two I see regularly.”

“Good for you, dad,” said Helen, immediately confirming my suspicion that she would find this easier than Sam.

He remained silent. He wasn’t actually glowering, but the expression on his face was enough to tell me that he was already feeling very uncomfortable.

“So who do you want to hear about?” I asked them, going for it full throttle, despite being aware of Sam’s increasingly fierce looks in my direction. He had still not met my gaze. “The ones I never see again or the others?”

“Oh, definitely the others!” exclaimed Helen, her face brightening.

She was perhaps expecting some romantic tales of trysts in cafes and restaurants with eligible bachelors. If so, she was going to be sorely disappointed. I was not that kind of bi-sexual. When it came to men, I had not one romantic bone in my body. I should never have put it the way that I did at the time of our divorce, that I might one day consider living with a man. The very thought of that made me shudder. It was why I was moved to tell them all of this now, to push away what was happening with me and my throat goat into its rightful place. That moment of love I felt for him, that instant, was not right. Talking about him to those whom I did love would sort it out for me.

“OK,” I said. “I’ll tell you about my throat goat.” They both looked puzzled. Obviously, I was first going to have to explain the term to them before continuing. “I see him once a week. He sucks my cock.”

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"For fuck's sake!" Sam exploded.

"Once a week!" Helen exclaimed. "You must really like each other!"

"I like having fun with him," I said, conscious of wanting to bring things down a notch. "He is great fun to be with for an hour or so. That's all. We have an arrangement..." She raised her eyebrows.

"Do tell, dad," she said. "I need to hear all the details."

"No, you don't. I certainly don't," added Sam. "We get the picture. You don't have to say any more, dad."

I noticed that he'd called me dad. He didn't do that very often.

"Look," I said, "I just want to be honest with you both. I am not perhaps the man you think I am."

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By *itom87Man
3 weeks ago

Wigan

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By *ontylad87Man
3 weeks ago

pontefract

My neighbour made me his throat goat!!!

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

My fondness for being sucked off by a man started at college. My roommate was gay. One night he caught me masturbating and offered to finish me off. I lay back and let him, intrigued by the thought of it. He had a very good technique. So good that I had to be careful not to alert others to what we were doing. I learned to come in silence, more or less, but relished an opportunity to really let myself go. I am a very noisy lover, as my ex-wife can attest. Anyway, it became a regular thing to be sucked off in bed by my buddy. Both of us enjoyed it. Probably he had a crush on me. He tried to kiss me on a couple of occasions but I turned my head. I never touched him, just wasn't interested.

After leaving college I then found places locally where I could get the same attention and satisfaction. Outdoors was best in summer, always loads of action. In winter, I headed for the nearest sauna and found what I wanted there. I carried on with it after getting married. My wife knew a little bit about it but didn't press me for the full details. I told her that I always wore a condom, which was a lie. I hated the damned things. Even with her I hated putting them on.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Briefly, omitting the part about the condoms, I told my son and daughter all this. I could have added more, such as once catching gonorrhea, if I had been honest about the condoms. But I didn’t want to create a lot of side issues. Fortunately, that incident was after my wife and I had stopped having sex, maybe six months before we parted. A trip to the doctor’s sorted it. However, I had now told them about my extra-curricular activities. I was starting to wonder why.

“What’s his name?” asked Helen.

“Who?” I replied.

“The man you see every week,” she explained. “What’s his name? What’s the arrangement you have with him?”

But Sam interjected.

“How old is he?” he asked.

I realised that this was probably going to be the chief bone of contention, at least for my son. Sam was twenty-five. My throat goat was the same age. I delayed answering.

“His name’s Ben,” I said. “He has a flat in town and we meet every Friday, when we can.”

Saying his name felt odd. It made him a real presence in a familiar setting. Until now, no-one else in the universe knew anything about him. Now the two people dearest to me knew his name.

“And his age?” asked Sam, not giving up on it.

Now it was my turn to avoid his gaze. I looked down at the floor.

“He’s twenty-five, the same age as you,” I blurted out.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Sometimes my beautiful throat goat tied my hands behind my back, sat me on a chair, placed a hood over my head and edged my cock for an hour with his hands and mouth. Sometimes he filmed me, but not the whole session, just the last few minutes. His videos got a lot of likes on a porn channel. Even my anonymous body received a lot of compliments. I wasn’t going to tell my son and daughter any of this. But part of me knew that if Sam got me angry, I would spill the beans about the whole affair and what it all meant to me. Also, sometimes, and increasingly more often these days, there would be one or two other men with me in the room at Ben’s flat. He would make them take turns on me. The sheer thrill of being sucked off to completion by an unknown stranger was just too much for me. Usually, at the last moment, Ben would remove my hood in order to finish me off himself, so that we were able to look at one another as I came. But very occasionally he allowed the guest to finish me off, waiting until the other man had left the flat before removing my hood.

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By *suckcocks666Man
3 weeks ago

Birstall

Very nice xx

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“Then fuck you both!” said Sam. “You deserve one another.” He stood up, grabbed his coat and walked out.

The following week Ben phoned me to say he couldn’t meet Friday. Could we get together Saturday night instead? I was anxious to see him. It had been a few days since Sam had walked out of the house. I hadn’t made any effort to contact him. Helen had stayed with me and we’d had supper together. She was fine with the whole story in the way that I had told it and said that Sam would soon calm down and see sense. In her eyes, I was seeing a younger man for regular uncomplicated sex. There was no problem with it. She was pleased that I was happy. But after Sam stormed out, I played down my feelings for Ben and what it all meant to me. Again, I wanted to talk to them both together about that, not separately. I couldn’t abide the thought of crossed wires in a conversation to which I was not fully a part of.

“I have a surprise for you,” said Ben.

We walked through into the sitting room where we usually played together: the chair, the ropes and the hood were ready.

“One of my regular Saturday friends is here. He wants to meet you,” he explained.

No-one else was in the room but I heard noises coming from the bathroom. I started to undress, eager to begin. Ben tied my hands behind my back, put the hood over my head and sat me down. My cock was already nice and hard. Ben opened the bathroom door and allowed the other man to join us. I could sense his presence as he knelt down in front of me. Immediately, his mouth went to my cock, with one hand gripped around the shaft. Ben stood behind me and played with my nipples. Together, they worked on me for a full hour, taking it in turns to keep me hard and so close to coming. As the hour approached its end, Ben knelt down before me and pushed his thumb into my hole. The other man, standing behind, took off my hood so I could look directly into the eyes of my beautiful throat goat as I jerked my hips and my cock exploded, sending jets of cum into the air, across my chest, on to my chin, the rest of it spraying on to the carpet.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“Who was it tonight?” I asked Ben before I left.

“No-one you’ve met before,” said Ben. “He says he knows you from watching the videos. He’s my age. Says his name is Sam.”

It couldn’t be, I thought. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t. I shook my head. No, that’s too silly. He has…

“Next time,” said Ben, “I’ll let him finish you off. He’s going to join us next Friday. You can do with him what you so like to do with me: look into his eyes as you come.”

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By *otwillyMan
3 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

Interesting twist at the end

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By *reyunMan
3 weeks ago

Perth

Oh what a twist! And a great story.

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By *avidIanMan
3 weeks ago

Bolton

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By *rgeo OP   Man
3 weeks ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"My neighbour made me his throat goat!!! "

Hope you both enjoyed yourselves...

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By *iscreetcarmsMan
3 weeks ago

Carmarthen

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By *edro208Man
3 weeks ago

sheffield

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By *eane2Man
3 weeks ago

Nuneaton

Hope there's more soon

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By *hrisukbishareMan
3 weeks ago

Edinburgh

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