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Although Harold, as the better cook, continued to do most of the cooking, I washed the dishes and did the grocery shopping and tidied up our living quarters with the dusting and vacuuming, laundry, etc. While at home, except for our sandals, we were both usually completely naked, and Harold got a kick out of me wearing my tiny maids apron, which tied in the back and left my buns exposed. He never got tired of exploring under my flimsy garment and checking the state of my rod and watching whenever I bent over to pick up some trash exposing my love hole, which he was now making frequent use of, lapping it lavishly before inserting his tool for fucking. I always looked forward to getting fucked by Harold the sensation on my prostate gland was unbelievable. This alone often made me cum.
We now regularly shaved each other's total body, except for the hair on our heads. We were totally smooth and hairless, even to the fuzz around our butt holes, which could otherwise get caught in your teeth. The best device for keeping smooth hairless bodies that we found after much experimentation was a ladies type cordless electric shaver. However, since the batteries run down while lovingly going over the whole body, we needed four of them, which we then recharged for our weekly shavings. They are even gentle enough for the balls and the asshole. It usually took about an hour or two each week for each of us to be completely hairless and smooth shaven. It could have been quicker except for our numerous brakes for kissing, licking, sucking, and fucking. Actually, we were never in a hurry. We found that pubic hair grows rapidly and the immediate area of the cock and balls should be shaved at least every other day to be tongue licking smooth, free of stubble.
If you think that total body shaving is too radical, or what your friends at the gym or the beach might say, start out at first with just shaving each other's cock and balls. This is an exotic experience, so don't shave yourself. Shave each other, for heaven's sake. Also, you would have to be a contortionist to be able to shave behind your own ball sack and around your asshole, all critical areas for tonguing and sucking. Caution: Shaving your lover's balls, for the first time at least, must be done very carefully, but it is worth the bother, moving his hopefully stiff cock side to side for better access to his balls. When smoothly shaven the balls slip in and out of your mouth easier and we delightfully discovered permits sucking them both at the same time.
Together in marriage we both made the most marvelous discovery, and that was that our sex was a thousand times more meaningful and thrilling because of our undying love for each other. Suck offs lingered longer and butt fucks were tender, sensitive, and more loving. I always relished having Harold's cock remain in my large intestines long after he unloaded his gusher up my butt, and I could sleep spoon shape for hours with his cock in me before he had to go pee. One night I playfully didn't let him pull out to piss, and he gave me a mammoth gushing piss enema! We never had a serious disagreement, but even with minor matters (never concerning fucking or sucking, on which we were always in total agreement) we would tenderly kiss, make up, and have some form of sex to re-seal our marital union.
You may remember (and I'll never forget) that on our first camping weekend Harold had promised to teach me how to deep throat a cock. While I had gotten fairly good at it on my knees over the years since, Harold insisted on perfecting my deep throating technique. He showed me a trick that I had never thought of before, which was for me to lie on my back with my head dangling over the edge of the mattress. He then stood on the floor with his cock about mouth high. In this position his cock had a straight shot past my tonsils and into the top of my esophagus. This permitted him to bypass my mouth and throat with his cock head and actually to fuck my throat, in and out, in and out, always gentle, and cum directly into my stomach. Only his smoothly shaven ball sac resting on the bridge of my chin prevented him from going even deeper. This is about as close as man-to-man sex can come to the feel of fucking a pussy -all it lacks is the bush, and in our perpetually smooth hairless condition I had no moustache. As I was still more into sucking and getting fucked, I never got around to trying this fancy deep throating on Harold, although he fucked my throat this way often. It actually became the favorite way for both of us and provided me with a steady source of Harold's flavorful ball cream.

While typing these intimate memories, I've had to stop two or three times to cry elephant tears and to jack off, for you see Harold died a few months ago, a pedestrian victim of a drunken driver, and I have remained faithful to his memory at all times since. I no longer get the ball cream of others, or feel a love pole up my accommodating posterior, but I continue to drink my jism daily and never waste a drop of my own precious cum, my previously admitted teenage and lifelong addiction.
Being rather tall and slim, with dedicated practice, I have discovered that while seated in a wooden chair I can get the bulbous head of my cock in my mouth for sucking, which permits me to give myself a half-way decent blow job. Don't laugh, it beats jerking off. However, my cum hardly ever hits the back of my throat and still dribbles down the shaft for later retrieval and enjoyment. I am now committed to keeping up my practice until I can get much more, possibly some day all of my cock, in my mouth. If I succeed in doing this, I'll let you all know.
But now, rather than sitting in a chair, I'm doing it lying on my back on the floor with my head on a pillow and my long legs stretched way, way back over my head as far back as I can possibly get them, touching the floor with my toes. This position makes it possible to get more cock in my mouth, presently about four of its paltry six and half inches and I'm getting better week by week. When I shoot in this posture I can swallow it with none of the load running down the shaft of my cock as happens when doing it sitting up in a chair. It seems impossible for me ever to be able to lick my balls and bung, although while sucking I do massage my balls and finger my hole and often use my large size vibrating dildo on my prostate gland up my previously well-fucked asshole.
Sometimes during the day while running errands or grocery shopping, I'll put in my butt plug before leaving the house. The large end of the plug is necessary to keep it from getting lost up my loose asshole. This is largely sentimental, as the asshole plug was a present from Harold on my last birthday, specially designed so that an exterior smooth plastic fin extends up between my buns providing stimulating friction while walking. Harold would always moisten the plug portion by sucking on it before having me bend over for its insertion and proper placement of the fin between my cheeks. He said the plug caused my hips to have a more wife-like swing when I walked. When out walking together, Harold didn't want anyone to have doubts as to who was the husband and who was the wife. As I was his loving wife and would have done anything to please him, I didn't mind some of the stares that I got from strangers passing by. It also made me both hot and ready for Harold's ass fucking as soon as we got back to our apartment. The dildo is a recent purchase, as I certainly had no need for it with Harold's gorgeous cock available for sucking and always ready for asshole fucking.
If Harold could now look down from Heaven and see my self-suck-off efforts with the dildo up my ass, I'm sure he would have a good belly laugh and then enthusiastically applaud my valiant efforts. Also, I'm now an active member of Mothers Against Drunk Drivers, for they deal with the problem that took my beloved husband away from me long before his time, and made it necessary for me to suck myself off and to use the vibrator in my love hole.
Following our marriage, Harold and I put all of our property in our joint names and made out appropriate trust and will documents. However, this didn't keep Harold's long-lost brothers and sisters from suing to have them set aside. Happily, they didn't win and I am now the sole beneficiary of Harold's rather large estate, which I hadn't even known existed. His double indemnity insurance policy provided prompt funds which were needed immediately after his accident. If you cock sucking couples haven't done this sort of planning, you should see an attorney who is friendly to your plight right away. The brothers and sisters, however, were the only beneficiaries of a wrongful death legal action. The court held that my lack of recognized legal standing with Harold, i.e., no legal marriage, prohibited me from participating in the judgment. This seemed terribly wrong, as I was the only person in the whole world who loved him.
I think fondly of Harold every time that I put my cock in my mouth, suck it, and shoot off, or try to cook some of his very favorite recipes, which I'm doing right now. Pinky doesn't shoot as vigorously as in my younger years, but the quality is still there and I eagerly drink it all. I removed Harold's wedding ring from the body before burial and now wear one ring on each hand. Sometimes in the middle of the night, when I would like to have sucked him off or had my husband up and deep into my love hole, I wake up and cry. Friends who see my suffering tell me that this period of mourning is beneficial. It seems, however, that it will never end.
My life as Harold's widow drags on. Instead of flowers, I suggested that his friends make a donation to Mothers Against Drunk Driving. Thank you all for your kind and generous thoughts for this lonely old cock sucker butt fuckee who will never again have the pleasure of experiencing the feel of his lover's ejaculating meat in his mouth or deep up and in, never again to have his love hole fucked and juiced with Harold's nine plus incher. But, as Shakespeare was wan to say, it is far, far better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
THE END
Postscript:
While only recently rambling through a file of papers which Harold had meticulously maintained, I happened upon a sealed envelope addressed to me, with the notation "To be opened only in the event of my death." Inside the envelope was a note, entirely in Harold's handwriting. It read:
"Dearest Jack,
You are the love of my life and the greatest cock sucker I ever had blow me. I'll never forget my joy in having my cock buried deep in your love hole. Only death can ever separate us, one from the other. However, in the event that I should go first, hopefully later rather than sooner, I do not wish you to become a martyr, with the rest of your life becoming lonely and unbearable. That will not heal your loss. Only your active reestablishment in the community of our friends can sustain you. I am now gone. While not forgotten, I can no longer share your magnificent capacity to exude love for your fellow men and, in turn, to be the recipient of their love.
Now I not only release you, but give to you my blessing and my heart-felt wishes that you have a happy and fruit-filled life.
Now good bye, my love, Harold
Thankfully, I have been enthusiastically and actively welcomed back into our circle of friends, and am no longer limited to sucking my own cock and having to use the dildo up my ass. Many times, while enthusiastically engaged with one of my old acquaintances and some of my newly found friends, I close my eyes and as their cocks swell and cum in my mouth or my asshole I pretend that it is Harold. The future now seems secure. With their cock in me I look longingly toward heaven, I say, "Good bye, Harold, my lover."