Remembering Aunt Emma

My beloved Aunt Emma has died and she deserves a memorial. I can't afford a marble statue so this will have to do.

Even as a baby I loved Aunt Emma and she loved me. At four she told my mother, "I think Marc will like dick when he grows up". She was certainly right about her favorite nephew.

The neighborhood kids went to the city swim pool all summer and at eight I always got yelled at for taking so long getting out of the pool and into the car for home. I lingered in the dressing room so I could watch the high school guys showering. Their hard muscled bodies, their swinging fat dicks hanging over newly hairy balls. At nine I tried to suck Hughie Mancowitz' cock because I heard one guy in the shower tell another to suck his big hard cock but, alas, Hughie didn't get hard and it was like sucking on a cold noodle.

I didn't get it.

Then at twelve I got a hard on and a couple days later Hughie sucked my cock. No cum, but Hughie was still very impressed. At thirteen we were sucking each other off regularly with plenty of cum.

A few years and lots of cock later I went off to college which was located fairly close to Aunt Emmas so I could visit her the occasional weekend. She didn't party Friday night because she said guys were resting up for Saturday night. Her favorite bar was a real sleaze bag mix of bikers and construction workers. If I had gone there alone they would have beat the shit out of me no question but I was ok being with Emma. I soon found out that a lot of these super macho "hetero" guys liked their "totally straight" dicks sucked in the toilet. Aunt Emma was cool about it. "wipe that big gob of cum off the corner of your mouth" or "I had my eye on that one, Bitch!" "A hard dick doesn't care the mouths gender as long as it knows how to suck." "Get us some more beer to rinse your cummy mouth out"

Once in a while a couple cops just off duty and still in uniform would stop in for a drink. This particular night three of them came in and sat at a booth. Of course I eyed them and I noticed one of them eyed me back. I went to the bar for beers and he followed me. "You look very familiar. Should I know you?" "Don't think so officer." He continued to stare while we waited for our order. Then he remembered. "I take some courses at the college and YOU blew me in the library bathroom." He grinned, I blanched. "One of the best bjs ever. God you were good!" I gave a shaky grin. "Glad you liked it officer. I do take pride in my work." "Hey. Me and my buddies have had a really shit night. Nothing but bad stuff and we are really wound up tight. A bj would really relax us and you would be doing the guys a real service." I just stared at him, not believing what I just heard. "You know I'm pretty well hung and from what I've seen in the locker room, so are my buddies." His eyes had that pleading look that blue eyed blondes do so well. "And we would really really appreciate it." Then I grinned. "Never let it be said that I shirked my civic duty, officer. Especially when my civic duty is such a total joy." He went over to their booth, they got right up and as we made our way to the toilet, one of them told the bartender. "we have some questions for this guy in private so the bathroom will be closed for a while." The bartender just shrugged but he had to wonder why a suspect about to get grilled by three cops had such an ear to ear grin on his face. If he had looked closer he could have seen that all four of us also had nice bulges between our legs.

Just as we entered the hall to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of Aunt Emma sitting between two steel workers she was giving hand jobs and with a look of total disbelief on her face but, God bless her, she still had her "go for it" smile.

Gotta stop here but I'll be back soon with my three cops in a toilet and a night to remember.