Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2006 10:54:46 -0700
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: Chronicles of a Cocksucker 1

Chronicles of a Cocksucker. Written by Michael Gleich

First Entry:

     I've got a few guys I take care of. The regulars, then
there's the once in a whiles, and the by happenstance-the
chance and fortunate meetings. It takes time, for someone to
develop the art cock sucking. But for me, well-I'm a
natural.
     My first was a park ranger. I was twelve years old in a
summer camp my parents decided on. A bit of a loner, I hung
behind my group of hikers and took a path that lead to a
small lake. It was so beautiful there; the water's mirrored
surface reflected the deep blue in the sky and the white
billowy clouds that floated overhead. I took my clothes off
and skinny-dipped alone while the rest of my pack marched
off to some nearby peak.
     I was laying on a granite boulder that I used to dive
into the water when a shadow came over me. It didn't move
like the clouds did that shaded and alternately warmed my
naked body with their passage. I looked up and there,
towering over me, was the most handsome man I had ever seen.
His tree trunk legs were spread apart above my head and the
bulge in his crotch seemed to grow as I stared upward
between his legs. He was wearing a ranger hat and I heard
his horse nearby.  The bulge in his khaki pants was big and
from where I lay it looked like the biggest dick I'd ever
imagined.
     My small skinny body, red from exposing my lily-white
ass to the summer's sun, seemed so small in comparison. I
swiped some blond hair from my eyes for a better view.
     He said to me, in a deep calm voice, "Are you alright?"
     I looked further up, beyond the growing mound in his
pants to his face shadowed by his hat and sunglasses.
     "Son, are you okay?" He said again.
     "Yes. yes." I looked around for my clothes. I thought
maybe he would arrest me for being naked or for my dick that
stood straight out.
     I heard the creak of his leather boots near my face and
turned back to him. He was bent at the knees like a catcher
and I had a much closer view of his crotch. The basket sort
of hung in the fabric of his pants. Almost, I thought,
swaying as it hung down enough that if I raised my head a
bit more I could feel the heat coming from his package. The
uniform clung to him, from his arms and chest, down to his
legs and boots.
     He pressed his thumb on my chest and then removed it.
"You look like you had too much sun. Do you have any
lotion?" He asked.
     "No sir, I don't."
     He smiled and said, "Well, I do," and brushed some of
my hair back from my eyes before I could.
     He rose, turned and walked back to a chestnut colored
mare and poked around in a saddlebag. He called me to come
over to him, under the shade of some pine trees where his
horse stood.
     I did, naked, forgetting to put even my jockey shorts
on, and walked to where he stood. He asked me to hold out my
hand and squirted some lotion in it. He then told me to
apply it to my face, while he rubbed the lotion on my back.
     It felt cool at first touch. His hand was so big, and a
bit calloused. I could feel the roughness of his fingers and
palm as he smeared the lotion on my tender shoulders. He
worked lower to the small of my back and used his other
hand, placed on my chest, to hold me in place. His finger
touched my nipple; it lingered on the tip, rubbing it ever
so lightly making my dick bounce with its hard-on. I kept
rubbing the lotion on my face, hoping he would never stop.
     His hand worked across my small butt, smoothing the
lotion on my pink cheeks. His fingers slipped into the
crevice of my crack, he grazed my nuts from underneath and
my dick danced with the sway it caused.
     Then he worked his hands down one leg and up the other
with more lotion. But before he finished the last leg, he
squirted more lotion on his hand and grabbed my dick and
balls.
     I looked up at him as he held them. I was going to cum
any second, just the slightest movement on his part would
set me off. He just held them, rubbing his fingers across
their oily surface, squeezing slightly to let me know he was
in control. I stood memorized by his touch, having him so
close to me and then stood, unzipped his fly and pulled out
the most beautiful dick and balls I have ever seen.
     They hung down, meaty and big. His cock swayed a bit
and began to rise up, getting even bigger. His balls, loose
and hanging, were more then what my small hands could hold.
     "Like it?" He said.
     His cock was an inch or two from my face. It seemed to
be searching for my mouth. I had it opened, drool had formed
at the corner of my mouth. He grabbed his cock with one hand
and held it out to me as an offering.
     "Suck it," he said.
     I did. I took both my hands and held his cock to my
mouth. I had never sucked dick before this, or for that
matter, did anything but jerk off with some friends.
     The smell of his cock was delicious. It had lain all
     day in his crotch, next to the leather saddle, it smelt
     better then any after-shave my dad had. I licked the
     head, licked the piss slit. I sucked on the head and
     kissed his dick, worked my mouth over his nuts,
     licking, sucking, tasting the skin, lapping his salty
     sack. I couldn't get enough.
          Soon I was back working more of his cock in my
     mouth. I wanted it. I wanted to swallow it, wash and
     bath his dick with my tongue.
     "Sweet Jesus, where did you learn to do that?" he said
to me.
     He leaned against the pine tree. I kept right on
sucking, trying to get his cock down my throat. His dick
spewed out pre-cum and coated my mouth and throat with
thick, slimy goo. It ran out of my mouth and dripped off my
chin. I bobbed and sucked, looking up at him, looking at him
smiling down at me. His finger outlined my lips and mouth
where his dick was going in and out. He took some of the
slime and smeared it on my face.
     "That's it baby, suck my cock. Do a good job. That's it
baby-suck my dick." He kept repeating, holding the back of
my head, pushing me down on his cock and then letting go so
I could grab some air and get back to feeding.
     I made grunting noises. I wanted more of it down my
gullet. I wanted to feel his pubic hair pressed all around
my lips and face, feel that light headed feeling when your
mouth and throat are so full of dick that you can't fit
anymore in.
     He came. He suddenly held me while I grunted like a
little pig snuggled deep in his crotch and blew the back of
my head off with his load. I could feel his sperm go down my
throat. I couldn't taste it at first, couldn't even swallow,
but I could feel it flow in me squirt after squirt. His
great cock would spasm, shudder and send a volley of cum
into me followed by another. His legs shook and he held me
tight. I almost blacked out, but I didn't. I didn't want
that dick out of my mouth for a second. I grabbed his balls,
holding them, trying to coax more jizm from him, sucking on
his dick, nursing it for anything it would give me.
     We met after that as much as I could get away from camp
that summer. Even once at night on a full moon. He took me
on his horse to a meadow nearby when I snuck away to meet
him that evening. He swung me up to him sitting on his horse
with one arm, and let me play with his dick the whole time
we rode to the meadow.

     I'd like to here from anyone who enjoyed this story. If
so, I'll write some more.
     Mike, mgleich@earthlink.net