I'm Steveo. I'm a cocksucker. Yeh, that's right, a cocksucker. I
pleasure straightguys with my mouth when they're horny and there's no
pussyaround. And when they've popped their load down my throat, theyjust
stick their meat back in their pants and zip up. Sometimesthey say thanks,
sometimes they don't. But that's OK, it's justhow straight guys treat
cocksuckers. Straight guys always want to know what a guy like
megets out of giving them blow jobs when they don't give meanything in
return. Well, that's easy. They do give me something,they give me dick, the
most wonderful, sexiest thing in the worldto a fag. So while the straight
guy is using my mouth as a pussysubstitute in order to satisfy his sexual
needs, he is alsoletting me worship his cock so I can satisfy mine. That's a
fairdeal as far as I'm concerned. But, hey, don't get me wrong.
Seeing me walk down thestreet, you'd never think I was queer. I don't swish.
I hang outwith my friends, play sports, get drunk now and then, the
usualguy-guy stuff. I'm totally male and a regular guy in every wayexcept
one: My favorite kind of sex is sucking on another guy'sdick and taking his
load for him. Am I glad that I turned out to be a cocksucker
insteadof a normal, pussy-chasing straight guy? Yeah, I am, even
thoughsometimes it can be tough being a fag in a straight-ruled
world,especially a fag who likes what I like. I wouldn't want to beanything
else though. In fact, tell you the truth, I'm more thanglad, I'm proud to be
a cocksucker. I'm proud that the guys wholet me service them usually come
back for more, whenever they'refeeling horny and need the kind of
ego-trip-hot-sex that they canonly get from a really good cocksucker who
asks nothing more thanthe privilege of being allowed to suck them.
But I'll admit it took me a while to get here. Like allguys growing up homo
instead of hetero, I suppose, I had tofigure out a few things first. Let me
tell you about it. * * * Ever
since I can remember I've been fascinated by otherguy's dicks and I started
sucking on them as soon as my oldercousin he's a homo too showed me what a
blow job was and then letme practice on his dick so I could learn to do it
right. Rightfrom that first time I loved how it felt to have his cock in
mymouth, how good it made me feel to suck on it, to make it minefor a few
minutes. Even more, I loved how much my cousin enjoyedbeing sucked off, how
good I made him feel. He'd kick back andrelax on the bed, his hands behind
his head, just letting mepleasure him, and I fell in love with giving sexual
service toother men. It just felt so good to suck on his beautiful cockuntil
he popped his load. Naturally, as soon as I discovered
cocksucking, Iwanted more, lots more, and my cousin told me about the Y and
themen's room in the bus station downtown. He said that guys whowere horny
would go there and let guys like us feed on their meatso they could get off.
I'll never forget the first time I went to the Y, acouple of months after I
started sucking my cousin's dick. Thisgood-looking guy came into the men's
room dressed only in gymshorts and a jock. He saw me sitting in one of the
stalls, whichdidn't have any doors. I guess it was obvious I wasn't there
totake a ****. "You want something, boy?" he asked when he saw
melooking at him while he took a leak at one of the urinals. "Yes,
please," I answered, my heart racing. "What's that, boy?"
"Can I suck your cock, please, sir?" "You a cocksucker, boy?" he
said, waving his dick atme. "Yes, sir, I am. Please let me suck on
it." "Funny," he said, "you don't look queer." "Well,
it's just that I like to suck guys. I'm not asissy or anything."
He walked toward me, his dick getting hard. God, it wasbeautiful, sticking
out from his lean, hard body, his heavy ballshanging below it.
"You do a good job, cocksucker," he said, standing infront of me, his
manhood a few inches from my face. "Yes, sir," I answered, "I'll
suck it good for you." "You do that, boy." I leaned
forward and felt for the first time the utterbliss that comes over me when a
straight man's cock slides intomy mouth. It thrilled me to be this hunky
guy's cocksucker, theinstrument of his pleasure. As I sucked him, he kept
calling menames like faggot and queer boy and I felt smaller and smallerand
he seemed bigger and more masculine every second, until heblew his wad down
my throat. When it was over, he thanked me andtold me I was a good
cocksucker. That really made me feel goodbecause I wanted to be the best
cocksucker in the world for a guylike him. Two other guys used my
mouth as a pussy substitute thatday and they called me names too. That
bothered me at first. Eventhen, I didn't think of myself as like one of
those swishy guyseveryone made fun of at school. As I told that first guy,
Iwasn't a sissy, it just made me feel good to suck dick. At thattime, I
guess, I thought my cousin and I must be just about theonly guys in the
world who needed dick instead of pussy butdidn't act queer. But my cousin
told me there were plenty of guyslike us, and being a cocksucker didn't mean
you weren't a man. Itjust meant you liked sucking dick. But he
also told me that straight guys need to protecttheir self-image before they
can relax and get sexual servicefrom another man. He said that submitting to
a straight guy'sverbal abuse when you serviced him was just part of being
acocksucker and you had to learn to get off on it. Part of thejob, so to
speak. He was right, of course. Pretty soon I wantedthe verbal abuse when I
serviced a guy, it made being hiscocksucker even more thrilling for me,
telling me who and what Iam. But it still bothered me when my
friends made fun ofhomos while we were joking around. Of course, they
neversuspected I was a homo myself, sucking dick every chance I got atplaces
like the Y. I wasn't about to stop doing it, and if doingit meant I was a
homo, then I was a homo and so be it. But itwould take a while before I was
proud to be a cocksucker. Untilthen, sucking dick was just something I
needed to do and so I didit. * * *
I began to feel proud of what I am when I went away tocollege. It didn't
take me long to find out about the third-floorjohn in the library and its
carefully maintained, and usuallybusy glory hole. Soon I was going there
several times a week tofind cock to worship, and most of it turned out to be
my favoritekind, straight-boy cock. You see, in those days, nice
girls weren't supposed toput out, so a lot of the straights went to the
campus glory holeswhen they were horny to get their hard-ons serviced by
fags. Justlike the guys I'd sucked off at the Y while in high school, noneof
them thought there was anything queer about a guy putting hisdick in some
cocksucker's mouth so he could get off. It wasputting your mouth around some
guy's dick that made you queer. But the straights liked the
anonymity of the gloryholes as much as the cocksuckers did. That way they
could havesex with another guy and enjoy it without any complications,
noreputations made or lost. It was just hot mouths and hard dicksand that
was a good deal for everyone, straight and fag alike.
* * * I remember going into the library john after I'd
beenat school a couple of years, one night when I was real hungry forsome
straight-boy dick. But the first stall, the one I liked touse when I worked
the glory hole, was occupied. Naturally Ididn't know if it was just some guy
taking a ****, or someonelooking to get blown, or someone after the same
thing I wasafter, because I wasn't the only dicklicker at school by a
longshot. I knew most of the other cocksuckers by this point, havingrun into
them in places like the library john. We'd nod when weran into each other on
campus and maybe discuss some new hot spotto get dick that one of us had
found. We were sort of a secretfraternity and most of us weren't obvious
about being queer. So I went into the other stall to take a leak
and Icould feel the guy checking me out through the glory hole while
I****ed. "How you doing, cocksucker?" he said. It was
Billy, the only guy I let call me "cocksucker"when I wasn't being submissive
to a straight guy while I servicedhim. Billy was my best friend. We had met
in this very spotduring our freshman year when he had put his dick through
theglory hole for me to suck on after I let him know I wanted it. Ihad
figured he was just another horny straight boy. But after acouple of minutes
of feeding me his meat he surprised me. "Hey, man," he said, "you
give great head. But it's myturn now. Let me have some cock, hey, and I'll
show you what Ican do with it." Naturally I did and he did as good
a job on my dick asI had been doing on his. We were cocksucking buddies from
thatpoint on, taking care of each other when one of us wanted to popa load
or was hungry for cock. But we were never lovers. We wereboth too much into
giving glory hole service, sucking offstraight guys. But we took a lot of
classes together and soonbecame best friends. That was great because it can
be lonelybeing a homo when you're that age. Billy and I could be
completely ourselves together. Healready knew I was a cocksucker, so I
didn't have to hide it fromhim like I did from my other friends. And he
understood why Ineeded to suck dick in the only way that a man can ever
reallyunderstand the need for dick instead of pussy, because he neededit
too. So we spent a lot of time together, feeling each other upwhile we
talked, making out, and giving each other long, lovingblow jobs as we
worshiped our mutual passion, the great god cock. Billy told me he
had been hung up on other guys' dickssince his older stepbrother came home
drunk and horny one nightand talked him into giving him some head. Billy
adored his bro- ther and would have done anything to please him, and he
found hereally enjoyed sucking his brother's big dick. It fed a hunger
inhimself he hadn't known he'd had before. He became his brother'sregular
cocksucker after that, and soon for a couple of his bro- ther's friends too,
sucking them each off a couple of times aweek, sometimes separately,
sometimes together. That's how helearned to like sucking cock while others
watched. And Billy wasstill his brother's cocksucker, at least when he was
home fromcollege, even though his brother had gotten married.
"Hey, Billy, how you doing?" I asked him when I foundout who was in the
other stall. "Had much action tonight?" "Not bad. I've been here
about half an hour and I'vesaved two guys from the sin of masturbation."
"How were they?" "You're talking to a happy cocksucker."
"I bet. Wish it had been me, that's for ****ing sure.You going to be here
much longer?" "Well, I'll make room for you if you want. But
Ihaven't come yet. How about letting me suck your dick while Ijerk off? You
want to be my last cock of the evening?" "Sure, Billy," I told
him, "that would be great. Butdon't make me come, hey? I don't want to take
the edge off untilI've gotten some dick for myself." "Don't
worry," he told me, "I know that feeling prettywell." I'd been
playing with my dick while we talked, so I wasalready hard and I stuck my
seven inches through the glory holefor Billy to suck on while he jerked off.
I felt his warm, wetmouth surround my dick and I could see under the
partition thathe had slipped to his knees, the proper position for
worshipingcock, even one that belongs to another cocksucker. Soon he
wassliding up and down my dick, burying his nose in my pubes on thedown
stroke in his cocksucker's hunger for dick. No wonder Billy's
brother still wanted service fromhim, even though he was getting regular
pussy from his wife.Whether you're straight or a fag yourself, there's just
nothinglike a blow job from a really good cocksucker, and Billy was oneof
the best. "Hey, thanks, man," he said when he finished. "That
wasgreat. You know, you've really got a nice cock, even if you'rejust a
****ing faggot." "Well, no one's perfect," I said as I came out of
thestall. Billy came out of his, his jeans still unbuttoned, and Igave his
cock and balls a squeeze. "You've got nice meat too,Billy. For a homo at
least." "Well, that's what I am," he said laughing. "A
queer-as-a-three-dollar-bill dicklicking homo and cocksucker to thestars,
and glad to be one. You glad you're a cocksucker too? Orwould you be
straight if you had the chance?" "I dunno, Billy. Sometimes I like
being a fag andsometimes I don't." "Well, have fun, cocksucker,"
he said. "You can't stopneeding dick, so you might as well enjoy getting
it." He leanedforward and kissed me gently on the lips. "Thanks,
cocksucker, I'll try my best." I kissed himback and we held each other for a
moment. As I said, it can belonely being queer at that age, especially if
what turns you onthe most is getting straight guys to share their manhood
withyou, like it did Billy and me. * * *
I went into Billy's stall and sat down, playing with mydick while I waited.
Pretty soon two guys came in and startedtaking a leak. They were talking
about how horny they were, so Ifigured they hadn't come into the library
john just to find aurinal. I tapped my foot a couple of times, the signal
that theguy in the stall was looking for cock to service. "Hey, I
think we're in luck," one of them said. "Great," the other one
answered, "you go ahead and I'lllook out." "You want to suck on my
dick?" the first one asked me. "Sure would," I said. "You need to
pop a load? I'lltake care of you." The guy went into the other
stall and stuck six inchesof manmeat through the glory hole. "Suck on this,
faggot," hetold me. I do what I'm told when I'm on cocksucking
duty and Ifell on it. Boy was I hungry for straight-boy meat that
night.Pretty soon I was making a disaster zone of his cock and ballsand he
was moaning and calling me a pussy mouth faggot and a****ing, dicklicking
cocksucker--all of which is true. Prettysoon he popped his load and I
swallowed it happily. "Hey, Steve," he said to his buddy, "this
guy is great.He really drained me." He left the stall and the
other guy came in and put atrue eight-incher through the glory hole. It was
a real beautyand I leaned back to admire it for a second. "Come
on, cocksucker," he told me, "do your job, Ihaven't got all night."
I set to work, polishing the head of his dick with mytongue. I licked his
balls for a while and then deep-throated himright to the base of his cock.
He let out a low moan and startedto move his hips back and forth. He turned
out to be one of thoseguys who prefer to **** a cocksucker in the face, so I
justpushed my mouth up to the glory hole and had a really good timewhile he
put his hands on the top of the partition and shoved hisdick down my throat
again and again. Just as we were really getting into it, the door
to thejohn opened and another guy came in. Sometimes when that hap- pened,
the guy getting sucked would pull away. But this onedidn't seem to care and
he kept right on face ****ing me. "Hey, Pete," the new guy said to
the one I'd servicedfirst. "What are you doing here?" "Not doing
anything, Fred. I'm here getting done. So'sSteve." "You got a
cocksucker in there taking care of you,Steve?" he asked. "Sure as
hell do," he said. "Wait a couple more minutesand you can find out for
yourself how good he is. This guy'sreally got a hot mouth."
"Thanks," he said, "but I think I'm getting laid thisweekend. Don't want to
spoil that." "Lucky you," the guy I was sucking said. "Haven't
hadany pussy in ****ing ages. Got to be satisfied with blow jobsfrom
faggots. At least this cocksucker really knows how to usehis mouth on a
guy's meat." "Well, enjoy," the other guy said, flushing the
urinaland going out. I was really pleased he had called me a good
cocksuckerand he started calling me more names when he got close. "Come
on,cocksucker," he said, "use that pussy mouth of yours. Yeh, man,suck my
dick. ****ing queer, you like my meat, don't you,faggot?" Suddenly he shot
a big wad and I slurped it up. He took his dick out of my mouth,
wiped it off withsome toilet paper and zipped up. "Thanks, guy," he said,
"youwere great. Really enjoyed it." "Glad I could help," I said.
"Any time." "See you around, whoever the **** you are," he said
ashe went out the door with his friend, laughing. I waited again,
my cocksucker's hunger for dick not yetsatisfied, despite two great cocks.
But no one came in for a longwhile and I eventually decided to try the park
to get what Ineeded. I'd never been there before but Billy had told me
aboutit. When it was warm he especially liked to go to a part of thepublic
park near the campus because that's where the local punkswent when their
girl friends weren't putting out and they neededa blow job from the
cocksuckers who went there to service them.It really turned him on to be on
his knees in front of theseguys, servicing their dicks in public, and taking
their verbalabuse along with their loads. "You've never been
called a faggot until one of theseguys call you a faggot," Billy would say
happily when he wastelling me about his latest night out, sucking on townie
dick."Their friends are watching, so they have to be real macho."
* * * There was a moon out, so I could see my way as I
wentto the secluded path through the wooded part where Billy had toldme the
action was. Soon I saw two guys, obviously townies, stand- ing against the
stone wall that went along one side of the path,and a third guy, who looked
like a college student, down on hisknees, giving head to one of them. I
approached and saw that itwas Billy. He had said he was through for the
night, but youprobably know how it is when you're a cocksucker.
The guy who was watching his friend get serviced lookedat me as I came
closer. It didn't take him long to figure out Iwas a cocksucker too. (I was
dressed like a college student, andany college student who was in that part
of the park at that timeof night was looking for townie dick to suck). He
took his meatout of his pants and waved it at me. "Suck it for me,
faggot," he said. I got down on myknees in front of him next to Billy, who
looked at me, the otherguy's dick still in his mouth. His eyes widened when
he saw itwas me. "Enjoying yourself, cocksucker?" I asked as I
took holdof my guy's balls with one hand while I started to lick his hard-
ening dick. He shook his head yes and went back to work, his headsliding
long and easy on the bigger-than-average piece of meat infront of him. He
looked real happy, but a cocksucker on his kneeswith a hot dick in his mouth
usually is. I got to work too and soon our heads were bobbing
inunison as we pleasured the two punks. As they each came, theyjust tucked
their meat back in their pants and walked away, leav- ing me and Billy
kneeling there, the last of their cum stilldribbling down our chins.
"****in' faggots," one of them said as they moved outof sight.
"How you doing?" I asked Billy. "Pretty good. I see you decided to
check out the parkand try some townie dick for a change." "Yeh,
why should you get it all?" "I'm not the only cocksucker who comes
here to get dickfrom these guys, believe me. On Saturday nights there can be
fiveor six of us down on our knees giving head and a couple of dozentownies
waiting their turn to be serviced. It can be real hot.Check it out sometime.
It can be better than college cock." "I will." As we
were talking, a couple of other guys came up tous and pulled out their meat.
A third joined us and waited whilewe took care of the first two. Billy
finished first and began onthe third guy. When my man gave me his load, I
stayed on my kneesand watched Billy suck. As I said, the
straight-acting homos at school, likeBilly and me, tended to stay out of
each others' way when we wereout getting dick. And although Billy and I were
best friends andwe had sucked each other off a hundred times, I had never
seenhim with anyone's dick in his mouth except mine. Then Billy
took the guy's penis out of his mouth andoffered it to me. Of course, Billy
was my best friend, not justanother cocksucker. I took over and pretty soon
we were switchingback and forth. While we were both working on it, me on one
side,Billy on the other, the guy suddenly shot his load between us.
* * * As we were watching this guy cum, a cop who had
obvi- ously been watching us from the shadows suddenly appeared. Theguy we
had been blowing ran off, tucking his meat back in hispants as he went, but
Billy and I were trapped. Anyway the copsnever arrested the punks, just the
fags who serviced the punks. The cop stood in front of us, his
hands on his hips."Alright, faggots," he said, looking down on us, "let's
go." "Please, sir," said Billy, who seemed calm, "can't wemake a
deal?" "You ****ing queers," he said. "We don't like cock- suckers
in this town, especially smart-ass college cocksuckers.On your feet and
let's go. Now." I was too scared to move. My parents were going to
havea fit when they heard their darling son had been arrested forgiving blow
jobs in the park. Like most straights they didn'teven know I was queer. But
Billy stayed calm. He reached out andgently touched the policeman's
well-packed crotch. "Please, sir," Billy said massaging his
basket, "let mesuck your dick. I'm a real good cocksucker, sir, and so's
myfriend here. We'll take good care of you. Please, sir." "Suck on
this, faggot," the cop said, shoving his nightstick in Billy's face. Billy
didn't hesitate. He started suckingon the end of the club, his head bobbing
back and forth obedient- ly. But he kept massaging the cop's basket, and the
cop didn'tstop him. I could see his dick was getting hard. I figured I bet-
ter follow Billy's lead if I hoped to stay out of jail, so I un- zipped the
cop's fly, reached in and pulled out a beautiful pieceof semi-hard cop meat.
I started sucking on it while Billywatched. After a minute or so,
I let Billy take over the cop'sdick and I started licking his balls. I could
tell the cop wasreally getting off on having two cocksuckers service him at
thesame time while I was really getting off sharing his manhood withBilly.
"****ing faggots," he said. "You like my meat, don'tyou, queer boy?"
"Yes, sir," I said, as Billy continued sucking. "I suredo, sir."
"Well, you tell your faggot friend to keep doing whathe's doing to it. His
pussy mouth feels real good on my dickright now." Billy looked at
me out of the corner of his eye andwinked. I went back to licking the cop's
hairy balls and shiftingoff with Billy every couple of minutes. Billy took
his own dickout and began to beat off slowly as he serviced the cop and I
didthe same. Finally the cop pulled his meat out of my mouth
andsaid, "OK, cocksuckers, here's your reward," as he stroked it. Hebegan
shooting a huge wad all over our faces. Spurt after spurtlanded on Billy and
me as we kneeled there together in the park,jerking ourselves off and
looking like a pair of hungry babyrobins, our mouths wide open while the cop
fed us his spunk. Whenthe cop finally finished coming, he zipped up his
pants andadjusted his uniform. "Lucky for you guys I was horny.
Next time I may not beso generous." "Yes, sir," Billy said, "Thank
you for letting us beyour cocksuckers, sir." The cop went off,
leaving Billy and me alone. I lookedat him and saw some of the cop's cum
dripping down the end of hisnose. I leaned over and licked it off him and
then cleaned up therest of his face with my tongue, and he did the same for
me,savoring every drop of the cop's load. "Wow," Billy said when
he had finished, "that was hot." "Sure was. How did you know he'd
let us suck him?" "I've seen him getting a blow job here before,
so Ifigured that's what he was really after. Couldn't hurt, right? Wewere
already in deep **** if he meant it." "You're right about that,
man." Billy looked thoughtful. "I asked you earlier," hesaid, "if
you were glad you were a cocksucker. After somethinglike this, I know I'm
glad to be one, even though it has it'sinconveniences, so to speak."
"Me too, that's for ****ing sure. I'm still hot." "Well, I didn't
come just now. Want to take care of me,before we head back to school?"
"Sure, Billy," I said, "that would be great. Thanks.I'd love to suck your
dick." Billy stood up, his meat still hanging out of hispants.
"Help yourself, faggot," he said, smiling down at me on myknees in front of
him, waving his dick in my face, just likestraight guys did when they
taunted me. Like Billy, I preferred sucking off straight
guysinstead of other fags, but right then for some reason I was gladit was
Billy I was taking care of. Billy, who knew what it meantto be a cocksucker,
knew the humiliation of begging straight boysto share their meat, knew the
sexual power of their contempt forguys like us, knew the joy of giving
sexual service to them. Justthen I was glad it was Billy, not some straight
guy who used mefor his pleasure while he made fun of me because I wanted him
touse me. I liked Billy a lot, and taking care of him was what Iwanted to do
right then. Like a lot of guys who are hung up on other
guys'dicks, Billy had big meat of his own and it quickly came to
fullerection, seven and a half inches that curved smoothly upward. Ihad
always enjoyed taking care of him when he needed to pop aload. Now I took
his beautiful penis into my mouth once more andbegan to worship it with
long, smooth strokes while I fondled hisballs, just as I had been worshiping
the cocks of the straightguys. And Billy's turned out to be the
best dick I'd had allnight, not because it was the biggest--the guy in the
libraryjohn had been bigger--but because it really gave me what a cock-
sucker needs from another guy's meat, that sense of completeness,sexual
wholeness that guys like Billy and me only get fromsucking on another man's
manhood. I sucked contentedly for several minutes, giving Billythe
best blow job I knew how to give while I nourished myselffrom his manhood.
He leaned up against the wall making it easierfor me to service him, just as
the punks had done, holding myhead gently in his hands. Some of
the guys we had sucked off earlier walked by."Hey," one of them said, "Look
at that. The cocksuckers are doingeach other now." "Hey, faggot,"
another said to Billy, "you switched orsomething? You not a cocksucker any
more like your friend?" "Hell, no," Billy yelled back, "I'm still
a cocksucker.I'll always be a cocksucker. I'm ****ing proud to be
acocksucker, man. That's what I am." The punks went off laughing
about the two crazy homos.But I didn't care any more than Billy did. As I
knelt on thepathway in the park, sucking my best friend's cock for him, get-
ting sexual pleasure for myself in the greatest way I knew how,by using my
mouth to give sexual pleasure to another man, Irealized that I was proud to
be a cocksucker too. After all these years, I'm still proud to be
a cock- sucker. Like Billy said, that's what I am.

Steveo wrote:
I'm Steveo. I'm a cocksucker. Yeh, that's right, a
cocksucker. I
pleasure straightguys with my mouth when they're horny and there's no

pussyaround. And when they've popped their load down my throat,
theyjust
stick their meat back in their pants and zip up. Sometimesthey say
thanks,
sometimes they don't. But that's OK, it's justhow straight guys treat

cocksuckers. Straight guys always want to know what a guy
like
megets out of giving them blow jobs when they don't give meanything
in
return. Well, that's easy. They do give me something,they give me
dick, the
most wonderful, sexiest thing in the worldto a fag. So while the
straight
guy is using my mouth as a pussysubstitute in order to satisfy his
sexual
needs, he is alsoletting me worship his cock so I can satisfy mine.
That's a
fairdeal as far as I'm concerned. But, hey, don't get me
wrong.
Seeing me walk down thestreet, you'd never think I was queer. I don't
swish.
I hang outwith my friends, play sports, get drunk now and then, the
usualguy-guy stuff. I'm totally male and a regular guy in every
wayexcept
one: My favorite kind of sex is sucking on another guy'sdick and
taking his
load for him. Am I glad that I turned out to be a
cocksucker
insteadof a normal, pussy-chasing straight guy? Yeah, I am, even
thoughsometimes it can be tough being a fag in a straight-ruled
world,especially a fag who likes what I like. I wouldn't want to
beanything
else though. In fact, tell you the truth, I'm more thanglad, I'm
proud to be
a cocksucker. I'm proud that the guys wholet me service them usually
come
back for more, whenever they'refeeling horny and need the kind of
ego-trip-hot-sex that they canonly get from a really good cocksucker
who
asks nothing more thanthe privilege of being allowed to suck them.
But I'll admit it took me a while to get here. Like allguys growing
up homo
instead of hetero, I suppose, I had tofigure out a few things first.
Let me
tell you about it. * * *
Ever
since I can remember I've been fascinated by otherguy's dicks and I
started
sucking on them as soon as my oldercousin he's a homo too showed me
what a
blow job was and then letme practice on his dick so I could learn to
do it
right. Rightfrom that first time I loved how it felt to have his cock
in
mymouth, how good it made me feel to suck on it, to make it minefor a
few
minutes. Even more, I loved how much my cousin enjoyedbeing sucked
off, how
good I made him feel. He'd kick back andrelax on the bed, his hands
behind
his head, just letting mepleasure him, and I fell in love with giving
sexual
service toother men. It just felt so good to suck on his beautiful
cockuntil
he popped his load. Naturally, as soon as I discovered
cocksucking, Iwanted more, lots more, and my cousin told me about the
Y and
themen's room in the bus station downtown. He said that guys whowere
horny
would go there and let guys like us feed on their meatso they could
get off.
I'll never forget the first time I went to the Y, acouple of months
after I
started sucking my cousin's dick. Thisgood-looking guy came into the
men's
room dressed only in gymshorts and a jock. He saw me sitting in one
of the
stalls, whichdidn't have any doors. I guess it was obvious I wasn't
there
totake a ****. "You want something, boy?" he asked when he
saw
melooking at him while he took a leak at one of the urinals.
"Yes,
please," I answered, my heart racing. "What's that, boy?"
"Can I suck your cock, please, sir?" "You a cocksucker,
boy?" he
said, waving his dick atme. "Yes, sir, I am. Please let me
suck on
it." "Funny," he said, "you don't look queer."
"Well,
it's just that I like to suck guys. I'm not asissy or anything."
He walked toward me, his dick getting hard. God, it wasbeautiful,
sticking
out from his lean, hard body, his heavy ballshanging below it.
"You do a good job, cocksucker," he said, standing infront of me, his

manhood a few inches from my face. "Yes, sir," I answered,
"I'll
suck it good for you." "You do that, boy." I
leaned
forward and felt for the first time the utterbliss that comes over me
when a
straight man's cock slides intomy mouth. It thrilled me to be this
hunky
guy's cocksucker, theinstrument of his pleasure. As I sucked him, he
kept
calling menames like faggot and queer boy and I felt smaller and
smallerand
he seemed bigger and more masculine every second, until heblew his
wad down
my throat. When it was over, he thanked me andtold me I was a good
cocksucker. That really made me feel goodbecause I wanted to be the
best
cocksucker in the world for a guylike him. Two other guys
used my
mouth as a pussy substitute thatday and they called me names too.
That
bothered me at first. Eventhen, I didn't think of myself as like one
of
those swishy guyseveryone made fun of at school. As I told that first
guy,
Iwasn't a sissy, it just made me feel good to suck dick. At thattime,
I
guess, I thought my cousin and I must be just about theonly guys in
the
world who needed dick instead of pussy butdidn't act queer. But my
cousin
told me there were plenty of guyslike us, and being a cocksucker
didn't mean
you weren't a man. Itjust meant you liked sucking dick. But
he
also told me that straight guys need to protecttheir self-image
before they
can relax and get sexual servicefrom another man. He said that
submitting to
a straight guy'sverbal abuse when you serviced him was just part of
being
acocksucker and you had to learn to get off on it. Part of thejob, so
to
speak. He was right, of course. Pretty soon I wantedthe verbal abuse
when I
serviced a guy, it made being hiscocksucker even more thrilling for
me,
telling me who and what Iam. But it still bothered me when
my
friends made fun ofhomos while we were joking around. Of course, they

neversuspected I was a homo myself, sucking dick every chance I got
atplaces
like the Y. I wasn't about to stop doing it, and if doingit meant I
was a
homo, then I was a homo and so be it. But itwould take a while before
I was
proud to be a cocksucker. Untilthen, sucking dick was just something
I
needed to do and so I didit. * * *
I began to feel proud of what I am when I went away tocollege. It
didn't
take me long to find out about the third-floorjohn in the library and
its
carefully maintained, and usuallybusy glory hole. Soon I was going
there
several times a week tofind cock to worship, and most of it turned
out to be
my favoritekind, straight-boy cock. You see, in those days,
nice
girls weren't supposed toput out, so a lot of the straights went to
the
campus glory holeswhen they were horny to get their hard-ons serviced
by
fags. Justlike the guys I'd sucked off at the Y while in high school,
noneof
them thought there was anything queer about a guy putting hisdick in
some
cocksucker's mouth so he could get off. It wasputting your mouth
around some
guy's dick that made you queer. But the straights liked the

anonymity of the gloryholes as much as the cocksuckers did. That way
they
could havesex with another guy and enjoy it without any
complications,
noreputations made or lost. It was just hot mouths and hard dicksand
that
was a good deal for everyone, straight and fag alike.
* * * I remember going into the library john after
I'd
beenat school a couple of years, one night when I was real hungry
forsome
straight-boy dick. But the first stall, the one I liked touse when I
worked
the glory hole, was occupied. Naturally Ididn't know if it was just
some guy
taking a ****, or someonelooking to get blown, or someone after the
same
thing I wasafter, because I wasn't the only dicklicker at school by a

longshot. I knew most of the other cocksuckers by this point,
havingrun into
them in places like the library john. We'd nod when weran into each
other on
campus and maybe discuss some new hot spotto get dick that one of us
had
found. We were sort of a secretfraternity and most of us weren't
obvious
about being queer. So I went into the other stall to take a
leak
and Icould feel the guy checking me out through the glory hole while
I****ed. "How you doing, cocksucker?" he said. It
was
Billy, the only guy I let call me "cocksucker"when I wasn't being
submissive
to a straight guy while I servicedhim. Billy was my best friend. We
had met
in this very spotduring our freshman year when he had put his dick
through
theglory hole for me to suck on after I let him know I wanted it.
Ihad
figured he was just another horny straight boy. But after acouple of
minutes
of feeding me his meat he surprised me. "Hey, man," he
said, "you
give great head. But it's myturn now. Let me have some cock, hey, and
I'll
show you what Ican do with it." Naturally I did and he did
as good
a job on my dick asI had been doing on his. We were cocksucking
buddies from
thatpoint on, taking care of each other when one of us wanted to popa
load
or was hungry for cock. But we were never lovers. We wereboth too
much into
giving glory hole service, sucking offstraight guys. But we took a
lot of
classes together and soonbecame best friends. That was great because
it can
be lonelybeing a homo when you're that age. Billy and I
could be
completely ourselves together. Healready knew I was a cocksucker, so
I
didn't have to hide it fromhim like I did from my other friends. And
he
understood why Ineeded to suck dick in the only way that a man can
ever
reallyunderstand the need for dick instead of pussy, because he
neededit
too. So we spent a lot of time together, feeling each other upwhile
we
talked, making out, and giving each other long, lovingblow jobs as we

worshiped our mutual passion, the great god cock. Billy
told me he
had been hung up on other guys' dickssince his older stepbrother came
home
drunk and horny one nightand talked him into giving him some head.
Billy
adored his bro- ther and would have done anything to please him, and
he
found hereally enjoyed sucking his brother's big dick. It fed a
hunger
inhimself he hadn't known he'd had before. He became his
brother'sregular
cocksucker after that, and soon for a couple of his bro- ther's
friends too,
sucking them each off a couple of times aweek, sometimes separately,
sometimes together. That's how helearned to like sucking cock while
others
watched. And Billy wasstill his brother's cocksucker, at least when
he was
home fromcollege, even though his brother had gotten married.
"Hey, Billy, how you doing?" I asked him when I foundout who was in
the
other stall. "Had much action tonight?" "Not bad. I've been
here
about half an hour and I'vesaved two guys from the sin of
masturbation."
"How were they?" "You're talking to a happy cocksucker."
"I bet. Wish it had been me, that's for ****ing sure.You going to be
here
much longer?" "Well, I'll make room for you if you want.
But
Ihaven't come yet. How about letting me suck your dick while Ijerk
off? You
want to be my last cock of the evening?" "Sure, Billy," I
told
him, "that would be great. Butdon't make me come, hey? I don't want
to take
the edge off untilI've gotten some dick for myself." "Don't

worry," he told me, "I know that feeling prettywell." I'd
been
playing with my dick while we talked, so I wasalready hard and I
stuck my
seven inches through the glory holefor Billy to suck on while he
jerked off.
I felt his warm, wetmouth surround my dick and I could see under the
partition thathe had slipped to his knees, the proper position for
worshipingcock, even one that belongs to another cocksucker. Soon he
wassliding up and down my dick, burying his nose in my pubes on
thedown
stroke in his cocksucker's hunger for dick. No wonder
Billy's
brother still wanted service fromhim, even though he was getting
regular
pussy from his wife.Whether you're straight or a fag yourself,
there's just
nothinglike a blow job from a really good cocksucker, and Billy was
oneof
the best. "Hey, thanks, man," he said when he finished.
"That
wasgreat. You know, you've really got a nice cock, even if you'rejust
a
****ing faggot." "Well, no one's perfect," I said as I came
out of
thestall. Billy came out of his, his jeans still unbuttoned, and
Igave his
cock and balls a squeeze. "You've got nice meat too,Billy. For a homo
at
least." "Well, that's what I am," he said laughing. "A
queer-as-a-three-dollar-bill dicklicking homo and cocksucker to
thestars,
and glad to be one. You glad you're a cocksucker too? Orwould you be
straight if you had the chance?" "I dunno, Billy. Sometimes
I like
being a fag andsometimes I don't." "Well, have fun,
cocksucker,"
he said. "You can't stopneeding dick, so you might as well enjoy
getting
it." He leanedforward and kissed me gently on the lips.
"Thanks,
cocksucker, I'll try my best." I kissed himback and we held each
other for a
moment. As I said, it can belonely being queer at that age,
especially if
what turns you onthe most is getting straight guys to share their
manhood
withyou, like it did Billy and me. * *
*
I went into Billy's stall and sat down, playing with mydick while I
waited.
Pretty soon two guys came in and startedtaking a leak. They were
talking
about how horny they were, so Ifigured they hadn't come into the
library
john just to find aurinal. I tapped my foot a couple of times, the
signal
that theguy in the stall was looking for cock to service.
"Hey, I
think we're in luck," one of them said. "Great," the other
one
answered, "you go ahead and I'lllook out." "You want to
suck on my
dick?" the first one asked me. "Sure would," I said. "You
need to
pop a load? I'lltake care of you." The guy went into the
other
stall and stuck six inchesof manmeat through the glory hole. "Suck on
this,
faggot," hetold me. I do what I'm told when I'm on
cocksucking
duty and Ifell on it. Boy was I hungry for straight-boy meat that
night.Pretty soon I was making a disaster zone of his cock and
ballsand he
was moaning and calling me a pussy mouth faggot and a****ing,
dicklicking
cocksucker--all of which is true. Prettysoon he popped his load and I

swallowed it happily. "Hey, Steve," he said to his buddy,
"this
guy is great.He really drained me." He left the stall and
the
other guy came in and put atrue eight-incher through the glory hole.
It was
a real beautyand I leaned back to admire it for a second.
"Come
on, cocksucker," he told me, "do your job, Ihaven't got all night."
I set to work, polishing the head of his dick with mytongue. I licked
his
balls for a while and then deep-throated himright to the base of his
cock.
He let out a low moan and startedto move his hips back and forth. He
turned
out to be one of thoseguys who prefer to **** a cocksucker in the
face, so I
justpushed my mouth up to the glory hole and had a really good
timewhile he
put his hands on the top of the partition and shoved hisdick down my
throat
again and again. Just as we were really getting into it,
the door
to thejohn opened and another guy came in. Sometimes when that hap-
pened,
the guy getting sucked would pull away. But this onedidn't seem to
care and
he kept right on face ****ing me. "Hey, Pete," the new guy
said to
the one I'd servicedfirst. "What are you doing here?" "Not
doing
anything, Fred. I'm here getting done. So'sSteve." "You got
a
cocksucker in there taking care of you,Steve?" he asked.
"Sure as
hell do," he said. "Wait a couple more minutesand you can find out
for
yourself how good he is. This guy'sreally got a hot mouth."
"Thanks," he said, "but I think I'm getting laid thisweekend. Don't
want to
spoil that." "Lucky you," the guy I was sucking said.
"Haven't
hadany pussy in ****ing ages. Got to be satisfied with blow jobsfrom
faggots. At least this cocksucker really knows how to usehis mouth on
a
guy's meat." "Well, enjoy," the other guy said, flushing
the
urinaland going out. I was really pleased he had called me
a good
cocksuckerand he started calling me more names when he got close.
"Come
on,cocksucker," he said, "use that pussy mouth of yours. Yeh,
man,suck my
dick. ****ing queer, you like my meat, don't you,faggot?" Suddenly
he shot
a big wad and I slurped it up. He took his dick out of my
mouth,
wiped it off withsome toilet paper and zipped up. "Thanks, guy," he
said,
"youwere great. Really enjoyed it." "Glad I could help," I
said.
"Any time." "See you around, whoever the **** you are," he
said
ashe went out the door with his friend, laughing. I waited
again,
my cocksucker's hunger for dick not yetsatisfied, despite two great
cocks.
But no one came in for a longwhile and I eventually decided to try
the park
to get what Ineeded. I'd never been there before but Billy had told
me
aboutit. When it was warm he especially liked to go to a part of
thepublic
park near the campus because that's where the local punkswent when
their
girl friends weren't putting out and they neededa blow job from the
cocksuckers who went there to service them.It really turned him on to
be on
his knees in front of theseguys, servicing their dicks in public, and
taking
their verbalabuse along with their loads. "You've never
been
called a faggot until one of theseguys call you a faggot," Billy
would say
happily when he wastelling me about his latest night out, sucking on
townie
dick."Their friends are watching, so they have to be real macho."
* * * There was a moon out, so I could see my way
as I
wentto the secluded path through the wooded part where Billy had
toldme the
action was. Soon I saw two guys, obviously townies, stand- ing
against the
stone wall that went along one side of the path,and a third guy, who
looked
like a college student, down on hisknees, giving head to one of them.
I
approached and saw that itwas Billy. He had said he was through for
the
night, but youprobably know how it is when you're a cocksucker.
The guy who was watching his friend get serviced lookedat me as I
came
closer. It didn't take him long to figure out Iwas a cocksucker too.
(I was
dressed like a college student, andany college student who was in
that part
of the park at that timeof night was looking for townie dick to
suck). He
took his meatout of his pants and waved it at me. "Suck it
for me,
faggot," he said. I got down on myknees in front of him next to
Billy, who
looked at me, the otherguy's dick still in his mouth. His eyes
widened when
he saw itwas me. "Enjoying yourself, cocksucker?" I asked
as I
took holdof my guy's balls with one hand while I started to lick his
hard-
ening dick. He shook his head yes and went back to work, his
headsliding
long and easy on the bigger-than-average piece of meat infront of
him. He
looked real happy, but a cocksucker on his kneeswith a hot dick in
his mouth
usually is. I got to work too and soon our heads were
bobbing
inunison as we pleasured the two punks. As they each came, theyjust
tucked
their meat back in their pants and walked away, leav- ing me and
Billy
kneeling there, the last of their cum stilldribbling down our chins.
"****in' faggots," one of them said as they moved outof sight.
"How you doing?" I asked Billy. "Pretty good. I see you
decided to
check out the parkand try some townie dick for a change."
"Yeh,
why should you get it all?" "I'm not the only cocksucker
who comes
here to get dickfrom these guys, believe me. On Saturday nights there
can be
fiveor six of us down on our knees giving head and a couple of
dozentownies
waiting their turn to be serviced. It can be real hot.Check it out
sometime.
It can be better than college cock." "I will." As
we
were talking, a couple of other guys came up tous and pulled out
their meat.
A third joined us and waited whilewe took care of the first two.
Billy
finished first and began onthe third guy. When my man gave me his
load, I
stayed on my kneesand watched Billy suck. As I said, the
straight-acting homos at school, likeBilly and me, tended to stay out
of
each others' way when we wereout getting dick. And although Billy and
I were
best friends andwe had sucked each other off a hundred times, I had
never
seenhim with anyone's dick in his mouth except mine. Then
Billy
took the guy's penis out of his mouth andoffered it to me. Of course,
Billy
was my best friend, not justanother cocksucker. I took over and
pretty soon
we were switchingback and forth. While we were both working on it, me
on one
side,Billy on the other, the guy suddenly shot his load between us.
* * * As we were watching this guy cum, a cop who
had
obvi- ously been watching us from the shadows suddenly appeared.
Theguy we
had been blowing ran off, tucking his meat back in hispants as he
went, but
Billy and I were trapped. Anyway the copsnever arrested the punks,
just the
fags who serviced the punks. The cop stood in front of us,
his
hands on his hips."Alright, faggots," he said, looking down on us,
"let's
go." "Please, sir," said Billy, who seemed calm, "can't
wemake a
deal?" "You ****ing queers," he said. "We don't like cock-
suckers
in this town, especially smart-ass college cocksuckers.On your feet
and
let's go. Now." I was too scared to move. My parents were
going to
havea fit when they heard their darling son had been arrested
forgiving blow
jobs in the park. Like most straights they didn'teven know I was
queer. But
Billy stayed calm. He reached out andgently touched the policeman's
well-packed crotch. "Please, sir," Billy said massaging his

basket, "let mesuck your dick. I'm a real good cocksucker, sir, and
so's
myfriend here. We'll take good care of you. Please, sir."
"Suck on
this, faggot," the cop said, shoving his nightstick in Billy's face.
Billy
didn't hesitate. He started suckingon the end of the club, his head
bobbing
back and forth obedient- ly. But he kept massaging the cop's basket,
and the
cop didn'tstop him. I could see his dick was getting hard. I figured
I bet-
ter follow Billy's lead if I hoped to stay out of jail, so I un-
zipped the
cop's fly, reached in and pulled out a beautiful pieceof semi-hard
cop meat.
I started sucking on it while Billywatched. After a minute
or so,
I let Billy take over the cop'sdick and I started licking his balls.
I could
tell the cop wasreally getting off on having two cocksuckers service
him at
thesame time while I was really getting off sharing his manhood
withBilly.
"****ing faggots," he said. "You like my meat, don'tyou, queer boy?"
"Yes, sir," I said, as Billy continued sucking. "I suredo, sir."
"Well, you tell your faggot friend to keep doing whathe's doing to
it. His
pussy mouth feels real good on my dickright now." Billy
looked at
me out of the corner of his eye andwinked. I went back to licking the
cop's
hairy balls and shiftingoff with Billy every couple of minutes. Billy
took
his own dickout and began to beat off slowly as he serviced the cop
and I
didthe same. Finally the cop pulled his meat out of my
mouth
andsaid, "OK, cocksuckers, here's your reward," as he stroked it.
Hebegan
shooting a huge wad all over our faces. Spurt after spurtlanded on
Billy and
me as we kneeled there together in the park,jerking ourselves off and

looking like a pair of hungry babyrobins, our mouths wide open while
the cop
fed us his spunk. Whenthe cop finally finished coming, he zipped up
his
pants andadjusted his uniform. "Lucky for you guys I was
horny.
Next time I may not beso generous." "Yes, sir," Billy said,
"Thank
you for letting us beyour cocksuckers, sir." The cop went
off,
leaving Billy and me alone. I lookedat him and saw some of the cop's
cum
dripping down the end of hisnose. I leaned over and licked it off him
and
then cleaned up therest of his face with my tongue, and he did the
same for
me,savoring every drop of the cop's load. "Wow," Billy said
when
he had finished, "that was hot." "Sure was. How did you
know he'd
let us suck him?" "I've seen him getting a blow job here
before,
so Ifigured that's what he was really after. Couldn't hurt, right?
Wewere
already in deep **** if he meant it." "You're right about
that,
man." Billy looked thoughtful. "I asked you earlier,"
hesaid, "if
you were glad you were a cocksucker. After somethinglike this, I know
I'm
glad to be one, even though it has it'sinconveniences, so to speak."
"Me too, that's for ****ing sure. I'm still hot." "Well, I
didn't
come just now. Want to take care of me,before we head back to
school?"
"Sure, Billy," I said, "that would be great. Thanks.I'd love to suck
your
dick." Billy stood up, his meat still hanging out of
hispants.
"Help yourself, faggot," he said, smiling down at me on myknees in
front of
him, waving his dick in my face, just likestraight guys did when they

taunted me. Like Billy, I preferred sucking off straight
guysinstead of other fags, but right then for some reason I was
gladit was
Billy I was taking care of. Billy, who knew what it meantto be a
cocksucker,
knew the humiliation of begging straight boysto share their meat,
knew the
sexual power of their contempt forguys like us, knew the joy of
giving
sexual service to them. Justthen I was glad it was Billy, not some
straight
guy who used mefor his pleasure while he made fun of me because I
wanted him
touse me. I liked Billy a lot, and taking care of him was what
Iwanted to do
right then. Like a lot of guys who are hung up on other
guys'dicks, Billy had big meat of his own and it quickly came to
fullerection, seven and a half inches that curved smoothly upward.
Ihad
always enjoyed taking care of him when he needed to pop aload. Now I
took
his beautiful penis into my mouth once more andbegan to worship it
with
long, smooth strokes while I fondled hisballs, just as I had been
worshiping
the cocks of the straightguys. And Billy's turned out to be
the
best dick I'd had allnight, not because it was the biggest--the guy
in the
libraryjohn had been bigger--but because it really gave me what a
cock-
sucker needs from another guy's meat, that sense of
completeness,sexual
wholeness that guys like Billy and me only get fromsucking on another
man's
manhood. I sucked contentedly for several minutes, giving
Billythe
best blow job I knew how to give while I nourished myselffrom his
manhood.
He leaned up against the wall making it easierfor me to service him,
just as
the punks had done, holding myhead gently in his hands.
Some of
the guys we had sucked off earlier walked by."Hey," one of them said,
"Look
at that. The cocksuckers are doingeach other now." "Hey,
faggot,"
another said to Billy, "you switched orsomething? You not a
cocksucker any
more like your friend?" "Hell, no," Billy yelled back, "I'm
still
a cocksucker.I'll always be a cocksucker. I'm ****ing proud to be
acocksucker, man. That's what I am." The punks went off
laughing
about the two crazy homos.But I didn't care any more than Billy did.
As I
knelt on thepathway in the park, sucking my best friend's cock for
him, get-
ting sexual pleasure for myself in the greatest way I knew how,by
using my
mouth to give sexual pleasure to another man, Irealized that I was
proud to
be a cocksucker too. After all these years, I'm still proud
to be
a cock- sucker. Like Billy said, that's what I am.

You are truly sick. I liked you better when I thought you were just a
stupid keyclown. No wonder you and BP and Lancer make keyboard love to
each other.

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I thought little stevie was a tough guy. Guess iamnotgeorge was right
about him all along.

"Steveo" wrote:
HA! You can tell when doug is at his meltdown point, his gayness takes
over his pea brain.

"Gulf Coast Tony" wrote:
I thought little stevie was a tough guy. Guess iamnotgeorge was right
about him all along.

You and your flunky monkey worship me. How did they convert you to
a gay spewing retard?

"HAPPY CAMPER" wrote:
You are truly sick. I liked you better when I thought you were just a
stupid keyclown. No wonder you and BP and Lancer make keyboard love to
each other.

You better ask yourself if losing your cable feed is worth it.

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On 7 Dec 2004 00:10:23 -0800, "Gulf Coast Tony"
wrote:

I thought little stevie was a tough guy. Guess iamnotgeorge was right
about him all along.

Why? Did he acuse him of being Ice Cold also?

In article .com, Gulf Coast
Tony says...

I thought little stevie was a tough guy. Guess iamnotgeorge was right
about him all along.



God, I love alcohol. It helps me make decisions,
Like, I think I'll have another beer,
To help my wavering visions.

God, I love alcohol. Gin or rum or whiskey,
Doesn't matter which I choose,
It always makes me frisky.


--
Young Men are delicious,
Healthy, virile and strong,
With smooth skin, a firm fleshy arse,
And hair growing where it belongs.