Copyright 2005 by Joe Cable
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He Found Out
You know, straight guys are always asking what we cocksuckers get out of giving them blow jobs. From their point of view, it's a logical question. After all, to most guys, sex is all about their own dick. They like putting it in warm, wet holes and getting off from it. And for some guys, if the warm wet hole happens to be a cocksucker's mouth, that's fine. They can just kick back and relax while the fag does all the work. Or, if they feel like it, they can face fuck him until they blow a load down his throat, letting him know who his sexual superior is
But once they've popped, they are no longer interested in sex and that's the end of it. They zip up, maybe say thank you, and move on to something else. So it's not surprising that they just can't figure out why a guy would get down on his knees, suck another guy's dick, and then thank him for the privilege.
The problem, of course, is that they can't really understand sex from a cocksucker's point of view.
Sure, we cocksuckers like to fuck and be sucked, same as all men, straight or gay. But a true cocksucker loves dick, the Great God Cock. He needs to worship it and to submit both to it and to the men who are willing to let him worship theirs. For a cocksucker, being on his knees, looking up at a hot guy, knowing he's going to share his manhood with him, is sexual heaven. And when that cock slides into the cocksucker's hungry mouth and the guy starts using him for his pleasure, that's beyond heaven. That's what being a cocksucker is all about.
But, as I said, straight guys just don't get it. And most of them don't care. They're just glad there are guys available to take care of them when there's no pussy handy.
Some of them, however, are more curious. They can't just kick back and be serviced, they have to try to find out exactly what it is that cocksuckers get from servicing.
And sometimes wish they hadn't.
I figured out what I was when I was 14 and I started sucking my best friend's dick for him when he was horny. I've sucked a lot of cock over the years, but his is still my favorite. Even now, I often think about it when I jerk off. A genuine seven inches, cut, with just a gentle curve upwards and at its fattest around the circumcision scar, it just seemed to slide into my mouth as though it belonged there. And we both wanted it there a lot during our high school years. I guess I sucked him off two or three times a week on average.
And the great thing was we stayed best friends even after I became his cocksucker. We had a lot in common besides his beautiful cock and I wasn't a sissy, just queer for dick. In all other ways I was a regular guy. I still am.
He never let anyone know I was a homo. So I was able to have a normal life as a teenager, with almost all straight friends, while still getting the dick I needed from my buddy, even after he got a girl friend.
But while we stayed best friends, neither of us thought that I was his sexual equal. He was totally in charge of the sex between us because he was a man and I was a cocksucker, however manly I was in all other ways. When he wanted service he would just unzip and I would give it to him, gratefully. When I wanted to suck, however, while I could ask I didn't always get. This seemed natural to both of us.
We went to different colleges and I saw less of him after high school, but I still serviced him during the summer and holidays if he wanted a BJ, which he often did. I remained his cocksucker until he got married and we are still close friends.
By the time I went to college, I'd long since accepted the fact that being a cocksucker placed me near the bottom of the male sexual hierarchy. I was totally cool with that, I guess because my best friend had been cool with it. I had no desire to change and still don't. I like being a cocksucker, despite the low sexual status we cocksuckers have. I've always had that status so it doesn't bother me.
In college I soon found out about the third-floor john in the library, where there was a glory hole, and the adult bookstore in the crummy part of town with its video booths.
Soon I was sucking off strangers to get dick and enjoying the hunt for it. It didn't take me long to figure out who the other cocksuckers on campus were we'd meet up in places like the third floor men's room--and we'd get together sometimes and play around. I enjoyed being with others who liked guys instead of girls, when I could be completely myself for once. They all knew I was a cocksucker and they understood why.
But mostly I led a straight life. My roommate throughout college never knew I was a fag and neither did most of my straight friends and fraternity brothers.
After college I got a job and an apartment in New York. I soon found out that Manhattan is cocksucker heaven and I could get all the dick I needed at places like J's, down on Ninth Avenue and 14th Street. It was a backroom bar, with a room set aside for guys to have sex in when they got tired of bullshitting up front or playing pool.
The backroom was dark, but not too dark to see. Along one side ran a bench where cocksuckers could sit and give service. I'd go there a couple of nights a month, buy a beer, and sit down on the bench. Before long, someone would be standing in front of me, undoing his fly, and taking out his meat for me to suck on. On a good night I'd suck three or four dicks and in between I'd talk with the other guys on the bench, there for the same thing I was, and I'd enjoy watching them suck dick when I wasn't busy taking care of a dick myself.
About a year after I moved to New York, I met Rick one night in the laundry room of my apartment building. He had the same apartment I did, only two floors above me. We fell into conversation as we waited for the clothes to be done. He was about my height--six one--and maybe ten pounds heavier, brown hair and eyes and a really nice smile, with white even teeth. He was friendly but a bit cocky, probably because he was good- looking and knew it. Being homo, I naturally wondered what his dick was like, but didn't think I'd have much chance to find out as he came across as totally straight.
But I did. The conversation got around to sex as it usually does when two men are alone and he asked if I had a girl friend. I told him no but didn't say anything more.
"Well, I've got one," he said. "But she's away a lot on business. I get so fucking horny sometimes I could scream."
"You can always have a date with Rosy Palm," I offered.
He looked at me quizzically and I made a gesture with my hand indicating jerking off.
"Oh, yeah," he said, "I do plenty of that, God knows, but it isn't enough. Sometimes only a nice warm hole will do it. You know what I mean?"
"I know," I said. "But there are plenty of those around, especially for a good-looking guy like you."
"She'd kill me," he answered.
I decided to steer the conversation in a promising direction and see if he picked up on it. "What about using a cocksucker?" I asked. "No fuss, no muss, no commitment, and a lot better than your right hand."
He laughed. "Actually, I'm left-handed," he said, "but I know what you mean. I've always figured that a blow job is a blow job and if a guy wants to suck my dick, why not let him? As long as he knows that my dick is all he gets. There was a guy in high school who was a homo. I let him and a buddy of his suck me a couple of times when I was really horny. I enjoyed it, tell you the truth."
"So, try it again, why don't you?"
"Where am I going to find a cocksucker, for Christ's sake?" he asked. "I'm not going into some fucking gay bar and hang with 'the boys.'"
I went for broke. "You can find one in 12F."
I had told him what my apartment number was, so he understood immediately. His eyes narrowed, "You a fag?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am. That a problem for you?"
"No, no problem. My younger brother's one too, and he's a real nice kid. Just likes boys instead of girls for some weird fucking reason. To each his own."
"Well, if you ever want to try it, give me a call," I said, taking my laundry out of the dryer and throwing it into the basket while I gave him my phone number. "I'll see you around, Rick."
I had a feeling I'd hear from him and I did. Less than an hour later, the phone rang.
"You really mean it?" he asked.
" Yeah, I meant it."
"You'll give me a BJ and that's it? No expecting me to return any favors or anything."
"Just kick back and relax. I'll do the rest."
"I'll be down in five minutes," he said, hanging up.
Bingo! It was every cocksucker's dream come true. I was going to get to suck off a really hot straight guy.
He rang the door bell and I let him in. He was wearing only a terrycloth robe. "Where do you want me?" he asked.
"Wherever you're comfortable."
He sat down in a living room chair. He undid his robe and opened it. He was wearing nothing underneath and his dick was already half-hard. He was obviously totally hot to trot. "Help yourself, cocksucker," he said, spreading his legs.
I dropped to my knees between them and looked at his dick for a second. It was about six and a half inches, cut, nicely shaped, with real nice low hangers just waiting to be licked. I was going to enjoy servicing this guy, being his cocksucker, nourishing myself from his manhood. I liked his take-charge attitude and his seeming lack of hang-ups about using someone like me to get off. I really like straight guys who know what cocksuckers are for and aren't afraid to use us for that purpose.
I started off by licking his balls. Straight guys for some reason regard that as an even more submissive act than sucking their dick, and it helped make it clear that he was in charge and that I was just there to pleasure him and for nothing else.
It wasn't long before we were really into it. I was going all the way down to his pubes on each stroke and he had his head back against the back of the chair, just taking in the feeling, enjoying what his dick was doing for him, while I enjoyed what his dick was doing for me. It was cocksucking the way it's supposed to be, a man and his cocksucker getting intense sexual pleasure from the same penis.
After a few minutes, he told me "I'm going to cum, man." I think he expected me to pull off and jerk him off the rest of the way, but I kept on sucking.
"Going to cum, man! Right now! Right fucking now!" he yelled. I felt his dick spasm and the jizz hit the back of my mouth and slide down my throat. When he had finished cuming, I let his dick rest in my mouth while he recovered.
"Oh, man," he said after a minute, "That was great. You suck a lot better than those homos in high school did."
"Practice makes perfect," I told him. "I bet they're a lot better at it now."
"You think they're still sucking dick?"
"Oh, yeah. Take it from me, once you find out you're a cocksucker, there's no going back. Even after just one dick, you got to have more and you can never get quite enough."
"You want to jerk off or something?" he asked. "I don't mind."
"It's OK. I loved sucking your dick. Thank you for letting me. I appreciate it."
"Suit yourself, man," he said, wrapping his bathrobe around himself again, suddenly modest. "And thank you. As I said, that was a great blow job."
"Anytime."
"You mean that? Can I call you whenever I need some head?"
"Sure. I'd love to be your regular cocksucker."
"And you don't want anything in exchange? You like sucking dick that much?"
"Yep, I sure do."
"OK, I'll do that." He went to the front door of my apartment. "See ya," he said and was gone.
I was pretty sure I'd see him again soon so he could share his dick with me, and I was right. Two days later he called and I serviced him again, just like before. Pretty soon it became a regular thing. When his girl friend, Suzie, was out of town, he'd call every other night or so after dinner time and come down to my apartment so I could coax a load out of him.
We never became friends. I was his cocksucker, not his friend, and I was careful not to try to push the relationship beyond where he wanted it to go. I enjoyed servicing him and didn't want to screw it up. If all he wanted was to use me when he was horny, that was OK by me. That's just part of being a cocksucker and, as I said, I like being one.
But we'd say hello in the elevator, like any neighbors would, talk about the weather or last night's ball game or the latest city-hall scandal while we rode up or down together. After I'd blown him, sometimes he'd sit around for a few minutes and accept my offer of a beer, but the conversation never got much more personal.
Then one night late, about 1:30 in the morning, the phone rang, waking me up. It was him and I could tell he'd had a few. He wasn't drunk, but he wasn't entirely sober either.
"Can I come down?" he asked.
"It's kind of late, don't you think? I was asleep."
"I'm real horny and you're my cocksucker, right?"
"Right, I'm your cocksucker. Come on down."
He rang the bell in less than two minutes and I let him in. Usually we just got down to business. He'd present for service and I'd go to my knees to give him what he wanted. But this time he sat on the sofa instead of his usual chair.
"You got a beer?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. I went into the kitchen and got one for him. Wide awake at this point, I got one for myself too.
I sat down beside him, but not too close, and handed him his beer. "Suzie out of town again?"
"Yeah, been in Chicago since Sunday, some fucking convention. Won't be back until Friday."
"And you're hornier than a three-headed billy goat."
"Exactly. That's why I came down to see my cocksucker. So he can suck my dick until I blow a load." He smiled conspiratorially at me.
"Sounds good to me. Want to get started?"
"Yeah, in a minute. I want to ask a question first."
"OK."
"What do you get out of it? I mean, what's so fucking great about letting another guy get off in your mouth, fucking use you, then just zip up and split, while all you get is sore knees?"
"I enjoy it. Look, I'm a cocksucker. Being on my knees before a hot guy like you, being granted the privilege (and cocksuckers really think that it is a privilege) of feeding my hunger for dick while I service you is incredibly exciting for a guy like me. I feel whole, complete, afterwards, because I love dick so much. I love sucking it so much and getting a guy off. "You know, only another cocksucker can really understand it. You feeders just need to take your pleasure from us and not worry about us. A real cocksucker likes being used. Really."
"I guess," he said reluctantly. "What do you do when you're horny? Just hope I call?"
"I got a couple of other guys I service too. And there's always J's."
"What's J's?"
"A back room bar."
"What's that?" he asked.
"A gay bar with a room where guys can go have sex with each other."
"In front of everyone?"
"Yep. Don't worry. Everyone in there is a homo too, so you can just be yourself. No one will think you're sick, or at least no sicker than they are."
"Wow," he said, "I had no idea."
He undid the belt on his bathrobe and exposed himself. I could see that his dick was already hard. He may have been a bit drunk, but he was ready to go.
I turned towards him, took his dick and balls in my hand and began to feel him up.
"You get a hard-on when you suck?" he asked.
"Not usually. I'm thinking about your dick, not mine."
"Take your clothes off," he said, "I want to see your dick."
I was only wearing boxers and a tee-shirt so I stripped them off.
"You got a big cock," he said. "I figured cocksuckers would have small ones. That's why they need to suck other guys, to make up for it."
Hard, I knew I was a good inch bigger than he was. Like a surprising number of cocksuckers, I'm pretty well hung.
I went to my knees and pulled his dick forward to begin sucking on it. I felt that buzz that cocksuckers feel when we are on the verge of going down on a guy, the strange mixture of excitement and gratitude and sexual lust that is so addictive.
"I want to try it," he said.
I looked up at him. His dick in my hand.
"I want to see what you find so goddamned exciting about sucking dick."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
I stood up and he awkwardly moved forward on the sofa and took hold of my cock, which began to get hard as my mind moved into feeder mode. He leaned forward and took it into his mouth.
He sucked, not very expertly to be sure, for maybe thirty seconds, before moving back against the back of the sofa.
"Is that all?" he asked.
"It is unless you're a cocksucker."
"Well, I guess I'll let you do the sucking then."
I returned to my usual position between his legs and took him into my mouth. He had lost none of his hard on, and before long we were in sync, two guys connected by one dick. He popped after a few minutes, pulled his robe around him, said thanks as he usually did, and left.
I went back to bed, wondering what was up with these crazy straight guys all of a sudden.
Nothing changed after that night. When Suzie was away Rick would drop down for a BJ every couple of days, we'd say Hi in the elevator when we met, and that was about that.
Then maybe six months later, we bumped into each other in the elevator and he told me he and Suzie had decided to get married and he was going to move into her apartment a few blocks away, which was bigger than his. I told him congratulations and that I'd miss having him in the building.
"I bet," Rick said with a knowing smile and I smiled back.
I gave him one last blow job a few weeks later the night before he moved out. I was genuinely sorry to see him go. I liked being his cocksucker and I liked the uncomplicated relationship we had. He needed to be serviced now and then and I needed to suck cock. It was as simple as that.
Life went on and Rick slowly drifted into the past. I developed a couple of other semi-regular relationships with straight guys and continued going to J's now and then when I was horny and really needed to do some major cocksucking.
One night I went there about midnight and it was pretty busy. There were maybe sixty guys in the bar and two other cocksuckers on the bench in the back room when I sat down, giving head to guys standing in front of them. It wasn't two minutes before I was sucking my first dick of the night, a young good- looking guy named Chris Lobo whom I'd sucked off there before.
I loved the atmosphere at J's on a busy night. Just a room full of homos like me getting what we needed from each other, the smell of poppers in the air mingling with the tobacco smoke, the music pounding, the sense that the "real world" was far, far away.
As I was sucking off my second guy of the night, someone sat down beside me on the cocksucker's bench and was soon getting some dick for himself. I was busy giving service so I didn't pay much attention to him until my feeder popped. But after the guy using me had given me his load and zipped up I looked over at the cocksucker sitting next to me.
It was Rick, going down on a hot Puerto Rican guy with a big dick and a lot of attitude. The guy was holding Rick's head while he face fucked him big time, and Rick just took it like a good cocksucker, submitting fully to the man's lust, allowing himself to be used as the guy wanted to use him.
Pretty soon the Puerto Rican stiffened and pumped his load down Rick's throat. "Thanks, cocksucker," he said as he buttoned his fly and walked off.
I was in shock. This hot straight guy who had used me for so long when he wasn't getting nookie from his girl friend was in J's? On the bench? Giving head to PR street trash and loving it?
"Hey, Rick," I said softly.
He jumped slightly and turned to see who was addressing him by name. His face displayed a quick series of emotions as he looked at me: puzzlement, recognition, fear, and finally a faint, sardonic amusement.
"Hey," he said. "How are you, cocksucker?"
"You've joined the club."
He sighed. "Yeah, I'm a cocksucker now just like you. You were right, you know."
"About what?"
"About never getting enough after you've had your first dick."
"How do you feel about that," I asked.
He sighed again. "It's OK, I guess. I am what I am. I knew the next morning after that evening at your place, but I fought it as long as I could. Then one night I came here. I wanted dick so much. I needed to suck so badly. Been coming back ever since."
"You cool with being a cocksucker?"
He shrugged his shoulders and looked at me with sad eyes. "I need dick," he said. "You understand. You're a cocksucker."
Just then a tall Hispanic guy came up and stood in front of him. "My buddy tells me you know how to take a man's cock," he said, "That right?"
"Yeah, that's right," Rick said, looking up at him. "I'll take care of you. Let me suck it. Please?"
The Puerto Rican undid his belt, popped the buttons on his jeans, and let his big uncut cock and balls flop out in front of Rick's face. "Go for it, cocksucker," he said, an unmistakable note of contempt in his voice for someone who would surrender his own manhood in order to share in his. "Show me how much you need a real man's dick."
Rick took hold of the guy's cock and turned to look at me for a second. He seemed almost to apologize to me for his unexpected fall from the top to the bottom of the male sexual hierarchy. Then he turned back, leaned forward, and began to suck obediently on the dick in front of him, the dick that a "real man" had presented for service.
"Yeah, man," the Puerto Rican kid said, "You like my big dick, don't you? You need it bad, don't you, cocksucker?"
Rick didn't answer him, but I knew what his answer was. He was a cocksucker now, just like me.
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