From
Bulldozers and Communion
P.S. Haven
When Helen left me, the second thought I had was “I cannot wait to suck a cock.” (The first thought had been, “If that bitch thinks she’s getting Chico, she can go fuck herself.”) I went forty-two years before sucking a cock. Well, a real cock, anyhow. Helen hated wearing the strap-on. She said it degraded me. She said it embarrassed her to see her husband so subservient. I owned a construction company for God's sake.
But this isn’t about Helen or Helen’s fake dick. It’s about me. And every other man’s dick. And my quest to suck everyone I can before my teeth fall out. It’s about making up for lost time. It’s about not acting my age. It’s about equal parts doubt and clarity. It’s about absolute strangers and old friends who thought they knew me
So, as the sun rose on the day after Helen left me, I decided to find a thick, juicy cock to suck. I would talk to a divorce lawyer first. Then I would make a big fat cock come in my mouth. Maybe at the same time.
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