A Brief History of a Cocksucker

A few days had passed since my hook-up with Gary. I had diligently uploaded and sent him all the photos and the video of my servicing him, as he had requested, but had received no reply. I wasn’t expecting one really, having seen his inbox myself, but I was perhaps hoping for some acknowledgement of me having swallowed his load so dutifully. 

He had only been in our London office for 1 night, and had been in meetings all the following day, so I didn’t even get a chance to see him again before he left which was more than a bit maddening! The whole experience had been playing constantly on my mind too, and I could barely think of anything else. My flat mate, Steve, had even noticed that I seemed preoccupied, even irritable. I explained it away by saying that work was just getting on my nerves, that we had new protocols to follow and stupid targets to reach. He feigned interest and tried to convince me to go out, but I declined. 

In a state of sexual frustration, I continued the research I had started whilst sat on the toilet waiting for Gary a few days earlier. This time, from the comfort of my own bedroom, I could sit back and really lose myself in a whole new world. I trawled Tumblr, various Hook-up sites (registering for any that I could), and read-up on cruising, cottaging and the etiquette around it. I eventually found myself on Craigslist and Squirt, spiralling into message boards about places to suck cock, where you could find the most straight and bi guys looking for a quick fix, the best times to go and what dangers to look out for. The whole thing was exhilarating. It was like I was becoming initiated into a secret club - the society of cocksuckers, or something equally as daft. 

That night (this was Friday, 3 days after my encounter with Gary), I decided I needed to get myself out there. So, I set myself up a new email account and posted my first ad on Craigslist:

Discrete, good-looking 27 year old cocksucker seeks dicks to suck on a regular occasion.

Based in SE London, can sometimes host. Prefer to meet at yours. Would consider outdoors too.

Straight/bi guys especially welcome.

G

I hit ‘submit’ and sat back, feeling satisfied that I was doing the right thing. Within half an hour my inbox was flooded with emails from guys requesting my services. There were married guys, guys in hotels for one night, guys into group sex and even one man who wanted me to blow him in the back of his car whilst we drove around town! I couldn’t believe my luck - so much cock! I needed to temper my arousal though, that much I knew. I had read that most people on these sites tended to be fakers, time wasters and in some cases downright weirdos. I knew I had to secure genuine photos and contact details in order to sort the fakers from the genuine guys in need of a mouth to feed.

Working in IT, I have quite a methodical approach to any work I do, and I saw this as really no different. So, I set up canned responses to fire back to any email received asking for their details - age, location, cock size, photos and contact number. This message also explained I would not meet anyone who would not give me their number. After a few studious minutes of sending this out to those that had already replied, I sat and waited for the feedback, my cock growing harder as each minute went by.

Slowly, replies began to filter through. Most of them gave me some information, but neglected to send certain pieces - most commonly a photo or phone number. Of the 20 or so replies I had, only 3 came back with all the required details:

1. Tony. 36. Bisexual. Lived in Clapham. Looking for no-frills blow and go scenario whilst his girlfriend is away on a work trip. 

2. Alex. 44. Married. Lived in Ealing. Looking for a throat to fuck. Preferably an outdoor meet.

3. Olly. 42. Single straight guy. Lived in Camberwell. A little drunk, home alone and contemplating a blow job from a guy.

I kept conversations going with all three guys, exchanging photos and increasingly horny messages with each of them. Each of them seemed eager to meet, but of all of them it was the last guy, Olly, that most intrigued me. He had his own place, lived the closest to me and seemed the most exciting of all of them. So, without putting the other two off, I set a time to pay Olly a visit and give him the head he was craving so badly. Within a few minutes I had booked my Uber and was readying myself to take another load of cum. What a Friday night! 

The drive over was beyond exciting. I could barely contain my excitement as the driver tried to make small talk with me and, noticing he was pretty hot, I found myself hinting to him that I was off to suck a guy off. Realising I was perhaps giving too much away, I reined it in and spent the rest of the journey in silence, messaging Olly on Whatsapp the whole way. A few minutes later we pulled up outside a smart little terraced house on a quiet residential street. There were a few people milling around outside a newsagent, but otherwise it was quiet out. I got out the cab, and wandered a little further down the street to number 11 where Olly lived. He had given me instructions to knock on the door, and not to use the bell. So I gently knocked and waited.

A tall, broad, very handsome man opened the door. He was wearing jogging pants, a tight white t shirt. He looked like he was having a night in with a movie, but in the most incredibly sexy way. He was very well built, more so than his pics suggested. His light chocolate brown skin popped in all the right places, showing off impressive biceps and tight pecs under his tee. The most impressive sight, of course, was the beast hanging between his legs! Those thin joggers did nothing to hide it. If anything, the fabric clung to it and only made it more prominent and more visible. It looked thick and very long, almost like it would reach near his knees when hard. Perhaps that was just my hungry cocksucker gaze, though, who knows!

He smiled nervously and ushered me inside. He led me through the hallway of his very nice flat (I clearly had good taste in hook-ups!) and we ended up in his bedroom. It was a small, but perfectly decent room. His bed had crisp, fresh bedding on it and he had even lit a few candles! 

‘So you said you wanted me to blow and go?’ I said, smiling gently at the hunk before me. He paused for a moment, then turned and began to blow out all the candles in the room and turn back round to me. 

‘You’re right’. He said, his voice deep and commanding. Within seconds he grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed me down onto my knees. Fuck this was hot, I thought! He pushed my face into his crotch and held it there for a moment. I inhaled the sweet, fresh smell of his cock and felt the thickness of it pressed up against my face. My dick throbbed and I began kissing his cock through his joggers. He pulled my head back, holding my by the hair, and shook his head. 

‘Over here.’ He said, grinning again. He pulled me over to the edge of the bed where he sat down, pulling off his joggers as he did. His tight black boxers could barely contain the growing dick they held prisoner and I dropped back to my knees and began working my way up his beautiful thighs until I could once again get my face close enough to smell the pulsating cock beneath. 

‘I’m a little drunk,’ he said, a little more seriously, ‘but I’m not gay.’ He flopped back onto the bed, stretched out his arms and let me get to work. I kissed his dick through his boxers a few more times, enjoying it jolt with pleasure and grow fatter, pushing to escape the waistband. He moaned gently, giving me the green light to keep going. With both hands, I slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing the most amazing dick I had ever seen. I hurriedly pulled his pants all the way down and threw them to the other side of the room, where I noticed his computer was playing straight porn on mute, keeping my eyes fixed on his magnificent cock. It was thicker than I expected, and must have been at least 9 inches in length. His balls were heavy, and he had just a slight inkling of pubic hair above his shaft which was getting harder by the second.

Forgetting any sense of patience - I had been waiting for this all night! - I drove straight in, taking his dick in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat in one swift movement. He moaned again, grabbing the sheets with his hands and thrusting himself deeper into my throat. I gagged momentarily, but did not let his meat slip away. I continued to suck him, in long, wet, deep sucks that sent his whole body into jolts of pleasure. He writhed around on the bed, shouting out that I was a slut and a whore (he obviously was no longer worried about the neighbours!). After a few minutes of expertly controlled deep sucking, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me. 

‘You are fucking good at this,’ he said, slightly bleary eyed, ‘I wanna fuck your mouth now.’ He continued, a flicker of menace in his eyes. Still on my knees, in front of this magnificent specimen of a man, I couldn’t bring any words to my mouth so instead just nodded eagerly. He ushered me onto the bed, positioned me with my head hanging backwards over the edge of the bed and stood himself up, lining up his hard wet cock with my open cocksucker mouth. 

Without a word of warning, he plunged his dick into my mouth, pushing deeper into my throat. This angle was new to me, and I wasn’t prepared with how far down my throat he could now get. I gagged, saliva spewing up around his cock and tears forming in my eyes. He stopped for a moment, but held his cock where it was, until I got my composure. My moment of panic subsided, I got my breathing under control and I gave him a wink to indicate he could carry on. And boy did he! He leaned into me, plunging his cock even deeper into my throat and began to fuck me. Now I don’t mean a gentle slide in and out, he really fucked my throat like it was the pussy of some experienced slut! His entire body weight slammed into my face each time he thrust at me, almost choking me each time his dick hit the back of my throat. He was relentless, never slowing down as he continued his assault on my face. Balls slapped against my cheeks, his hands grabbed my chest, pinching and slapping me wherever he could grab flesh. Occasionally he would simply hold my head with both hands and launch into a frenzy of short lighting-fast fucks that made him produce so much precum I could barely swallow it in time before my mouth filled up again. 

It was these moments in particular, when I felt most like the Cocksucker I knew I was to become. Those moments of total submission. I could literally do nothing to stop this powerhouse from using my throat for his own needs, and I loved it. 

He took regular breaks, so as not to shoot to soon, but never removed his cock from my mouth when he did this. He did not speak to me either, but looked over to his computer screen to watch some big-titted slut getting fucked by two guys. Once he had calmed enough, he began again. For almost 30 minutes he used my throat. By this point I could no longer feel anything other than his cock. It was like my lifeforce, like without it I wouldn’t survive. I lay there, with his dick deep inside me wishing I could stay there forever. Eventually though, he wanted to cum and I knew that would be my reward for serving him so well. 

He began his last, aggressive assault and I noticed a change in his breathing and his moaning. This was it! He was going to shoot! My heart started to race and I grabbed my own cock, through my jeans (I was still fully clothed) and started rubbing vigorously. Within seconds he pulled out of me and began wanking his cock ferociously just millimeters above my face. I continued to rub my own cock, and found myself getting close to climaxing rapidly. He grunted some more then slapped me hard round the face before his cock exploded like a volcano, cum literally shooting across the room, covering me, my face, hitting my nose, eyes and pouring into my open mouth. 

It was slightly sweeter tasting than Gary’s, and thicker too. It was heaven! I gulped it down hungrily and very quickly found myself cumming harder than I ever had before, inside my pants, inside my jeans. A dark stain quickly appeared on my crotch as he proceeded to squeeze the last few drops of spunk out of his dick, and pushed the remnants on my face into my mouth. For the first time in nearly 40 minutes I took a long, deep breath, and beamed at him. He looked away, and instead proceeded to scrape up the threads of cum that had landed elsewhere and began feeding them to me. I happily obliged, licking his fingers clean each time he delivered me a treat. Pretty soon, I had eaten almost all of his load and I felt amazing. 

‘I think the term is...cum whore?’ He said, grinning again. ‘You can go now’.

* * *

After cleaning myself up as much as I could, I ordered myself a cab home and sat on the wall of the house opposite as I waited for it to arrive. On the journey home I felt sleepy and satisfied. Like I had done a good deed. I got into bed that night and slept better than I had done for years. 

In my dreams I relived his brutal face-fucking, his generous load and how he had, despite the circumstances, been a very genuine and nice guy. The next morning I added him to my favourites and dropped him an email to say thank you. He replied almost immediately saying simply, ‘I’ll keep you on speed dial, babe’.