American men are human cocksucking machines.

I know that sounds a little exaggerated, but since I’ve been living in Europe, my own cocksucking ways have changed and more and more I find I’m looking forward to meeting some nice juicy man with a beard, hot mouth and a deep throat because there just isn’t anything here like the good old U.S.A. deep-dish chowdown.

The last time I had an American who knew his stuff was some time back, when I was out in the Warmoesstraat bars. I was quietly cruising in the Argos, when one fine man walked by, and stumbled on my foot. I apologized, as did he, then with a gleam, asked me to make up for it. I thought for a minute, and asked

“What would make you feel better?”

He laughed, and said a “nice long uncut one to swallow for the rest of the evening”.

I couldn’t do much about the uncut part, but if he was interested, we could make arrangements for the nice long one. We had a beer together, and he talked about his lover back home, the plane trip and his excitement out in the bars. He was in his 40’s or so, tall, not under 6', and built like a bull - huge shoulders, thick arms, huge hands and meaty legs. He also liked to eat, which I didn’t mind at all, and was getting hot in the bear because he opened his shirt, huge tufts of brown fur spilling out. I couldn’t resist helping him open up, and felt his hard nipples, like dark brown buttons.

“You're really hot to trot, aren’t you?” I asked.

“I’m hot to suck.” He replied. “I’ve been travelling, and I need a little mouth motion for now.”

I licked my fingers and continued playing with his nipples. I thought about just going off then, rubbing my own big hard cock against his leg. He groaned a bit, but I didn’t want to disappoint him by whisking him away too soon, so after a moment I stopped, and asked him if he wanted to see other bars before I made up to him more. He nodded, with a gleam in his eye, and I took him over to the Eagle, instead of home, and bought him another beer.

The road was filled with other men, outside cruising on the hot night, beards and leather and lots of looks. He was a little surprised at the openness of the sexual atmosphere, but hey, that’s Amsterdam, a hot night by the leather bars.

We pushed through the crowded Eagle, feeling hands on crotches, and hugging and kissing friends as I moved past with my prize, and after buying the requisite drinks, found ourselves in the back, not far from the playroom. He sat down on a bench, and we started talking about cock size, of all things, he had always been embarrased about his own.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Other men wouldn't do much with it, it was too thick...” He went on, almost shyly.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He opened up his Levi’s, and tried to haul out his meat, but couldn’t quite because it was so thick. He had to stand up, and undo his belt and pants a bit, and then he hauled out his rod, which was easily in proportion to his hands - they must have been big enough to hold a basketball. I felt it, squeezing and stroking along the whole length, down to the hairy base with big pendulous balls, up to the tip with its big round head, while it was hardening - it was like a piece of bicycle tire, rubbery, grotesquely long, and thick enough so my hand couldn’t get around it. His pubic bush had never been trimmed, and like the hair poking out his shirt, bushed up around his cock almost 4-5 inches thick. I just stared, and fingered his cock, getting excited just from the feeling of its size, and weight, and hairiness. I could feel my own precum dripping down my pants leg, from my rockhard tool. He grinned at my mesmerized expression, and asked

“Now I get to see yours, turnabout is fair play.”

I replied that,“If I pulled mine out, it would only be to get shoved down his throat.”

He thought that was an excellent idea, and so with my standing up, I undid my fly, and hauled out my own meat - not as impressive as his 12", but pretty good on its own terms, a good solid real 8" on top. He wrapped both hands around it, slimy with precum, and then got down on his knees in the bar, and in a second slurped it in his big hot mouth, starting a slow vacuum suck on it. His big cool hands wrapped around it, squeezing as he pushed farther down, and I could feel the head hit the back of his mouth. He moaned deeply, revelling in the flavor and taste, the deep vibration sending heat into my groin. He stopped for a second, managing to push it in his throat, sending ecstatic sensations along my cockhead. He then could start a slow jack-suck with drool running all over, and I leaned over and pulled on his hard nipples buried in all that fur. I pulled harder, until he stopped and stood upright, his cock hanging straight hard and out like an extra tree-limb. The other men in the bar crowded around us, mouths agape at the sheer size of that rod.

I wanted to go home, and take this right, naked together.

We immediately went back to my apartment, not far down the street. After arriving, I first asked if he wanted a drink. He settled down in my leather couch, and asked for some more beer, but then asked if I smoked.“Not cigarettes.” He grinned and pulled out a joint he had “bought at the coffeeshop next door - skunk”. I got the beers out of the fridge while he lit up, and we then sat side-by-side, passing the smoky joint and slowly massaging each other while getting comfortably stoned.

I started taking off his engineer boots, and pants, his then-exposed cock, ropy with veins, lying out so long it dangled over the edge of the couch - it lent a whole new dimension to hung! His big belly was covered in fur, and taking his shirt off, even his shoulders had a thick layer of the same brown fur.

“You’re the hairiest stud sucker I've ever seen,” and he smiled sexily, and then looking me straight in the eye he slowly stroked his cock into its “full, upright and locked” position.

“Is that real?” I asked, when he helped me off with my clothes while I was standing. He was very slow - his fingers were thick and wide, and being stoned didn’t help any, so after slowly, very slowly peeling my clothes away, we both sat back down on the couch. I lay back along it, and he lay down on his stomach with my cock in front of him. The smoky dozy feeling of the pot made us at the same time very relaxed and very horny. As he took my cock again in his mouth, I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of his licking around the rim of the head and sucking down on it.

“Suck baby,” I whispered, as he slowly licked it, “take it in your throat. I need it baby...”

One inch gradually pushed into his mouth, and I passed him a bottle of poppers I fished out from under the couch. He groaned after a sniff, in each nostril, and then holding my cock with both hands slowly slid it farther another inch in his mouth, chewing gently with his thick lips covering his teeth, pulling my balls down like a handle. It kept on sliding in, inch after inch, his tongue rolling around it, wetting it and making love to the shaft, and after 5 inches or so he again forced the head and shaft into his throat. It was tight at first, then slowly it opened up, and he took the last three inches in very slowly so I could feel every bit of the push. Finally I felt his nose nuzzle my groin, his tongue hanging out against my balls, his beard spread out on the leather between my legs. I knew he had taken every bit, an absolutely fantastic feeling.

“Ahhhh, that’s fantastic, a hot horny sucker taking all my meat. Suck it all baby.”

We were both sweating now, in the summer heat, and I was getting very worked up from this juicy blowjob. I would slowly pull out the shaft and then rapidly forcing his head down on it. He stopped a second to suck and lave the balls with his tongue while he stroked and jacked me off, then resuming his delicious sucking. I was slowly feeling a dizzy spin from the poppers, pot, and the hot atmosphere. This was an American Cocksucker with a capital “C”, and loved doing it, varying the pace and strength, using his teeth sometimes gently, doing gymnastics with his throat, humming and vacuuming. I stroked his hair, and beard while he went at it, cupping his chin and spreading my legs wider to give him easier access, so there wasn’t an inch he couldn't take.

I goaded him on - “Come on, cocksucker, take all you want baby, there's plenty and it lasts ... make it juicy - oooh yeah! Use that throat, now twist those balls a bit, lick it, suck that COCK! Fuck your head down on it, make me feel - yeah that’s it!”- as he squeezed and massaged his throat - “take that big bear cock you fucking horsehung hairy slut, you know how to suck and make a man like it, I bet your big fucking dick is juiced up and ready for a lickin’!”

He stopped and then had me sit on the table in front of the couch, my legs braced against the couch itself, balls, cock and asshole easily available on the edge. He crouched down, his cock having dripped a bucket of precum all over the couch, wetting his belly. It was still dripping as he positioned himself in front of me and resumed his slow sucking, now with access to everything - sucking and blowing my cock, balls, and eventually my asshole. He had to manoeuvre slowly, lying down on the floor so he could suck that asshole out and probed in it with his thick tongue. It felt almost like a juicy hot thick cock. He was doing all this while jacking me off - I was almost over the top with sensation!

“C’mon you hairy fucker, SUCK, suck that goddam asshole out!”

I pushed the table back, and then aiming my cock down, I bent over and started face-fucking him lying on the floor. His big cock stretched out in front of me like some sort of construction beam, with a big doorknob head.

“Take that dick, make love to it while I get some of this donkey dick.”

He took all I could give him in the throat, and fingered my asshole and balls at the same time, while I started trying to get his head in my mouth. I felt that if he ever face-fucked me it would almost literally dislocate my jaw, so I approached it very carefully, finally realizing that if I drooled and spit enough on the head, it would be wet enough to get in my mouth entirely.I stopped sucking for a second, yelling “Eat it baby, eat it!” and then sucked back down on that big cock.

He was groaning more and more, while his balls - big goose-egg-size hairy orbs - twisted in their sac getting a big hot load of scum ready. I gradually could feel his veiny shaft pushing deeper into my own mouth.

“That’s it baby, get those asscheeks, open up that bearhole and play with it, goddam you!”

I could feel him spreading my asscheeks even more with his hands, and both his thumbs pushing up inside me, pushing down eventually on my prostate, sending even worse shudderings through my thighs. I squeezed my asshole around his thumbs, which made it all feel even better, then pushed back a bit so they felt very deep. He started worming them around, hitting my prostate every circle, and it felt like he was slowly pumping me up with cum ready to shoot down in his deep throat.

“Feel it?”

I had to stop sucking to gasp in air a bit, and we started to change positions again. This time he was still on the floor, legs up on couch, but I was turned around kneeling with my cock completely down his throat. My balls were almost, but not quite, falling in his mouth, his head lying between my bulging thighs while I fed him cock, balls, and some poppers. I was sure he would be choking but he managed to time his face-fucking down on the cock just right so that he finally got my balls in too - he must have had a mouth like a cavern to get all that inside it. Slowly I felt him swallowing the length of my shaft, his throat muscles massaging it like some strange rubbery masturbation machine, and I felt my cock expanding it appreciation. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, and just groaned as I held the position static. His internal sucking and swallowing motions were doing all the work, massaging up a load of cream bigger than I had blown in some time.

“I don’t want to come now, but you're getting me close, you bastard!” I yelled, feeling the boiling cum loading my balls. He grunted and continued for a second as I felt him double his suction on my cock. “God DAMN!”

He then quickly pulled out, and asked for a break.

We sat back, legs entertwined so our cocks stood at attention against each-other like mating snakes, and meanwhile clumsily passed the remainder of the joint back and forth. His cock stuck out more than a handful above mine, and was thicker, and definitely hairier around the base - a strange and exciting sight.

“Just look at these cocks, baby, yours is sticking way up out, that's about the biggest bear cock I've EVER seen!”

I started jacking both our cocks together, with both hands, feeling the grotesque thickness of them together.

“That feels good, feeling your hot meat there, now. Like it? Want some more?”

He couldn’t resist at this point, and moving back around, pulling his cock out of my hands, he moaned, and started sucking again, forcefully, energetically, and to the hilt between every hit.

“To the root, baby, c’mon. Take it all!”

I murmured to him to take all he wanted, all he could, ‘cause

“I’m not gonna cum ‘til you’ve gotten all you need.”

My entire crotch was soaked with his saliva, and when the joint was finished, and I had enough of poppers, we changed positions one last time.

“Here’s the mother load. I’m not going to be gentle, fucker.”

I stood up on the couch, not too steadily, and he sat up in front of me. I roughly opened up his mouth by jerking down on his beard, getting both hands wrapped deeply in it. I followed immediately by pushing my rod in roughly, feeling it slide along his fluttering tongue, pushing back against the resisting throat, and then finally plugged in up to the balls.

“Choke on that fucker. C’mon fuck your face down ON it!”

I took one hand out of his beard, and squeezing my balls painfully I held them out. Prying his huge mouth open with one thumb, I got it opened enough so I was able to shove my ballsac inside too. The whole package lay in there now, his mouth wrapped all around my genitals so deep in his head he could, if he got is tongue out, get it in my asshole! He was jacking off frantically at this point so to help him along I took the back of his head and started roughly shoving his face down on my cock and stretched balls even more, face-fucking him as hard, and deeply as I might have fucked his huge ass. There wasn’t much motion possible, but his swallowing and spasming throat, and sloppy wet tongue rolling around drove me harder and harder in. My fingers wrapped in the beard on his cheeks, and were covered by the tears streaming out his eyes, slobber and snot running all over his face, which turned redder and redder.

“Ready Baby? Sucker’s gonna get it to the max!”

I pulled back just a bit, leaving my basket still in his mouth, and so he could get some air, I gave him the final sledgehammer one last double-dose of poppers. I shoved back in to the hilt, my red-hot cock down his throat and as he bucked and twisted below me. He tried to whine and squeal and suck like the human cocksucking machine he was - “Suck suck SUCK baby! Get it! C'mon, swallow it all!” - but the cock gagged him terribly. Suddenly, he started shooting hot streams of cum up like a fountain, huge vacuum pulls on my cock with each rope. I practically felt like I was having cum sucked out of my own cock through his body and out his huge pole, all over my back, belly, ass couch, floor, crotch, without even shooting myself! I yelled, “Yeah, shoot that horsedick you hung bastard, get that spunk all over - CUM!” He must have had bucketsful waiting after sucking me off for more than an hour. When I felt his suctioning lessen slightly, I pulled out. Then crouching with my pole sliding slimily between his hairy tits, I kissed him and fucked his hairy pec cleavage with the head jamming up under his beard.

“I like that fuck chest baby, your deep hairy pecs. Fuck yeah!”

He held one cum-dripping hand pressing down on it so I really felt the hair wrapping around the shaft. Then, after he licked the head slightly on the upswing, he looked up, and I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into his mouth while he sucked on it.

“I’m gonna shoot it you bastard.”

He held my ass so I could fuck more comfortably, and suddenly I felt his own cock slapping against my ass - “Shit! Thass not a cock, that’s a baseball bat! Cocksuckeeeer!” I grunted, out of my mind with lust. It was so unbelievably long that feeling it slapping my back and with my cock in that deep hairy chest it was all enough to send me off. I started spraying cum up in his beard, all through his chest, “Here it is baby! Yeaaaaaa!” - and finally it dripped down his belly to mix with the pool in his crotch, while I slowly collapsed in his arms.

“Jesus!” I moaned, as he held out his arms and I gradually sat down on his lap, my still pulsing cock spitting out the remainder of its load, and I kissed him again, and again, more deeply each time, then licking my own cum out of his beard and feeling the wet juciness of the slow, hot moment - it was a fantastic suck job, the best I could ever remember. We were both still very, very horny, and with big flagpole hardons, still managed to fall asleep. I don’t think we got up for almost an hour, when somehow it all started over again, with him licking my small nipples, and feeling his cock rolling over my belly like a metal-hard pole. The smell of our cum from the previous encounter was a strange, biting aphrodisiac for the manic suck session we continued.

I’m waiting for more made in the U.S.A.

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