My little waffle Zhenya

I'll say right away that for the most part, this story is real.

Finally, the tedious and painful divorce, property division, and other hassles were over, and here I was, a 45-year-old man, feeling free at last from all those women's claims and demands. A fairly successful entrepreneur myself, everything in order: a house, an apartment, two cars—the second one was the wife's. And a persistent disgust towards women; they'd worn me out, driven me crazy, my ex-wife and her lawyer had sucked me dry.

For the first couple of weeks, I was still recovering, not believing in the calm that had surrounded me.

But then my body took over, and I started thinking about who to give a blowjob to for starters.

I didn't really feel like turning

to prostitutes.

And then a wild thought occurred to me: why not get myself a young cocksucker.

Said and done.

I went on various websites, but they were all professionals. And I didn't really want to deal with a pro; I was drawn to amateurs.

And then, in some city chat with ads, I saw exactly what I needed. A young guy was offering his

services. We started communicating, first by text. He was terribly shy and ashamed, saying he was drunk when he wrote it, and so on. Like it was his first time, and he doesn't do that sort of thing. We exchanged photos. I liked him: short, skinny, but his face was just really, really unattractive.

He barely agreed to a first meeting. I immediately thought he must have serious problems with his personal life with a face like that, and I wasn't wrong. We met first at a bar. I liked his shyness and even a certain femininity. Sipping my beer, I was already mentally picturing how I'd make him suck me off, but for now, I had to be careful. Just in case, I asked about his age; he was already 18, though you couldn't tell by looking—he looked about 16.

After the beer, we switched to vodka, and after a few shots, the boy noticeably relaxed and softened up.

It was time to take him to the apartment.

I called a taxi, and we went.

I was generally surprised why I was starting to like this boy so much... Or maybe the volume of accumulated sperm, after two weeks of abstinence, was making itself known.

When we went up to the apartment, Zhenya completely melted. Or maybe it was just easier for him to give in that way, I don't know. But he was significantly less shy, and you could feel he was interested in the situation himself.

We sat on the sofa, had another drink, I started hugging him. He yielded to the embraces with desire and readiness, and even lay his head on my lap, coquettishly sticking his butt out. I noticed it right away and thought, well, the boy was clearly starved for sex too. And he didn't care with whom anymore.

There was no point in dragging it out any longer. I quickly pulled out my already smoking dick and literally put Zhenya's head on it, pressing down on the back of his head. He trembled all over, finely and finely, and greedily latched on, drooling profusely. I hadn't experienced such pleasure in a long time, even with my ex-wife. I don't know what influenced it—the hunger or the piquancy of the situation. I think it was more the latter.

Without taking him off the blowjob, I quickly helped him undress. After taking off his shirt and pants, he settled completely naked on the floor between my legs. I noted that his figure was somewhat feminine overall; despite the general thinness and skinny legs, his butt was quite round and plump.

It was a wonderful evening and night. I lost count of how many times I came in his mouth. It was clear he himself was getting off on being fucked in the mouth. While sucking me, he was furiously jerking his own cock.

By morning, we lay exhausted and drained, talking.

He told me he lived in some rented room, had no job, and was already being kicked out for non-payment. Well, I had pretty much assumed something like that. It's hard for a boy of that format in modern life without a patron. I immediately understood I didn't want to let such a sweet boy go and offered him to become my cocksucker.

And I would take care of his upkeep. He agreed happily.

All his fears and distrust had long since evaporated, and I saw a good cocksucker before me. And as for him being unattractive, I stopped paying attention to that back in the bar. For me, what was much more important was what he did for me with his mouth.

So he started living in my apartment. I mostly lived in the house outside the city, but now I started appearing at the apartment much more often. Zhenka turned out to be very modest in his needs. We went to the mall a few times and updated his entire meager wardrobe. Well, and I bought him a new phone and laptop. And he didn't need anything else. I often took him with me to work at the office. Gave him the position of "errand boy/courier." Although his main job was to suck me off. And he handled it excellently! Without any of those women's annoying whims, caprices, and dramas, which I had seen more than enough of. I liked treating him like a girl being seduced when we were alone. I could come to him with a bouquet of flowers and a gift, order a candlelit dinner at home, and then make him suck me off all night until I got tired. On our second meeting, I worked on Zhenka's ass. When he was sucking, he stuck it out so seductively that there was just no way not to fuck it. With some Johnson's Baby oil, I entered him easily. So, gradually and without rushing, I was turning a boy who hadn't known a woman into my own girl-cocksucker. Zhenya willingly obeyed all my instructions. The boy was initially starved for kind treatment and care. And pretty soon, it seemed he fell in love with me. His mouth was ready to suck whenever and for as long as needed. He turned into an excellent cocksucker. And I, too, had already gotten used to the fact that a reliable mouth, ready to suck me dry, was waiting for me at home. That's how several years of my happiness passed.