Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2006 10:54:46 -0700
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: Chronicles of a Cocksucker 2

Chronicles of a Cocksucker. Written by Michael Gleich

Second Entry:

     It didn't long to notice, that it was my ass that
attracted men. My sweet little bubble-butt was well, quite
an asset. Being small of frame, it stuck out like a Georgia
peach on a warm summer day. And I liked it warm.
     I'm still a virgin though.  Not that I'm a prude or
that I wouldn't like getting fucked, but I can't taste the
dick. I can't smell it, feel it cum, and swallow what it
gives me. I can't cross my eyes and watch it go in and out
of my mouth, or look up at the face of someone in total
ecstasy when they cum deep down my throat. I can't hum
around it, gurgle on it, hold it in my hands and worship the
hot tube of hard flesh. But it's my ass that brings me dick
for my mouth, and for that I'm forever grateful.
     That summer, the ranger begged to fuck me. I would
tease him, letting him touch and lick my butt, his little
rosebud, as he called it.
     "It's so sweet," he'd say and then start licking some
more.
     I would reach around and push his mouth deep in my
crack. Bend over to give better access. I'd let him lick my
butt while I blew him in a sixty-nine position. Let him
finger fuck me while I sucked. But when it came to fucking
me, he forgot all about it once I got my lips on that dick.
That's why I'm still a virgin, and plan on keeping it that
way.
     By the time school came that fall, I had quite a summer
education. After camp and saying a tearful goodbye to my
hero, the ranger, I came home to practice my sucking while
waiting for school to start. I'd suck on bananas, suckers,
Popsicles, anything that was, well, suckable.
     My mama said that she thought I might be sucking too
much.
     "Your lips will get puffy and stay that way", she'd
say.
     By the time school began, she said she wished she had
lips like mine. She wouldn't need to put lipstick on them.
     "You have the prettiest lips, Mikie," She'd say and my
dad would ruffle his paper and cough.
     I had a nice ass too. I worked on it riding my bike. I
read in one of my mom's fashion magazines that bike riding
would firm up your fanny. I rode and sucked, and sucked and
rode for the rest of summer vacation.
     There was a shop teacher that year of school. We had to
learn about tools, how to make things like cutting-boards,
or tables. I wasn't interested in making anything but the
teacher.
     I was in love with him. Mr. Marlow was young with a
flat-top and a great smile. He went to college on the GI
bill and now was breaking into teaching. His father was a
carpenter and taught him the trade. He told us that on the
weekends, he was building his own home for him and his wife.
By the looks of his body he was building a fortress. He kept
a picture on his desk of his bride in her wedding gown, and
him in his marine uniform. He'd play with his wedding ring
while he lectured, and every once in a while, when he went
to sit on a stool or the edge of a work station, he would
pinch some cloth at the crotch pulling on it. You could see
why, his equipment needed the extra space when he sat.
     At first, I didn't think he was interested in me. I was
a bit of a disappointment I think to him. I liked typing
class, I excelled at typing but in shop class, I was having
a hard time.
     One day, leaning over my workstation with my ass
sticking out, wearing a pair of flimsy, cream-colored cotton
pants, he walked by. His hand hit the right cheek of my
butt.  And I just relaxed my butt cheeks and let his hand
graze into the crack with his fingers sliding almost
touching my hole where they lingered just a bit, and then
out of my crack and across the other cheek.
     He stood straight a moment, and then cleared his
throat. Lingering next to me, he looked at my project before
moving on. After looking at everyone's projects he went back
to his desk. I made sure he had a good view, if he wanted to
take advantage of it, of my ass from where he sat at his
desk.
     Near the end of class, he came by for another
inspection, and when he came to my station, he moved behind
me and peered over my shoulder. I was screwing and
unscrewing the same bolt. It was what I was doing on the
first pass. My butt pressed back against him and I could
feel his cock get hard, pressing on the crack of my ass
through our pants.
     He stood there a moment. I could smell his cheap
cologne on a wave of body heat. It smelt like cock to me.
Big, hard and ready-cock, and then he whispered, "Good job
Mikie," before he went on to the next student.
     "I'm not sure I know how to use the band saw." I said
to him after class. "Can I come by after school sometime?"
     "Sure," he said, "How about today?
     I smiled at his deep blue eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Marlow.
I'll be here."
     He said, "Great, looking forward." He then put his arm
around my shoulder walking me to the door, but before I
walked out, his hand fell to my ass where he patted me and
gave a nice squeeze with his fingers pushing on my butt
hole.
     I was there right at the sound of the bell for the end
of school that day. When I knocked he answered, and with one
look around, shut the door after I came in and locked it.
     My tongue bathed my pouted lips once more before I
looked into his eyes and said, "I'm glad for your offer to
help me."
     "I'll do my best," he said before walking to the band
saw.
     "Now, stand facing the machine. Put your goggles on,"
He reminded me.
     I reached up on my tiptoes to grab the plastic goggles
that hung from the machine. When I stretched, his hand,
which was on the small of my back, now rested on the curve
of my butt. He squeezed the cheek as if checking for
firmness. I stayed there a moment, letting his hand play
with my butt cheeks.
     Then I rested my feet back on the ground and spread my
legs, leaning over to let him play with my ass as much as he
wanted. His fingers became aggressive. They began to push
into my crack, prodding my rosebud, rubbing the opening. I
moaned and pushed back against his fingers, grinding into
his hand as much as he was pushing back.
     He pulled my pants off me, exposing my creamy white
buns and the tan line that set the cheeks of my ass off so
well. I heard him pull on his belt buckle, heard his pants
drop around his ankles and saw his hand reach for some
grease kept nearby for the machinery.
     But before he got the grease, I spun around and took
that fucker to the root. I gobbled him to the base and then
started to suck with my throat. Milking that big, fat
fucking dick deeper in my cock-sucking throat.
     He moaned and held still. I looked up at him, looked
pleadingly into his deep blue eyes and backed off before I
plunged down again, grinding my face into his pubes. Nursing
that big fucker for all I had in me.
     He held my head and fucked my face.
     "Fuck! What a hot little fucker you are," he said
pumping my mouth.
     I looked up at him. His face was full of pleasure while
he pumped me full of dick.
     He ground his cock in my mouth. Pushing with his body
while grinding his dick in my face. In and out it went,
stopping to feel my tongue lap at the slit, then pushing it
in so it throbbed inside my mouth, my cheeks sunken in,
nursed that big fucker of his. He pulled it out to slap my
face with it until I reached up and held on to its shank and
plunge my throat down on its length.
     I began to gurgle around it. His pre-cum had lubed my
mouth and throat until it came out of my nose. That's when
he shot. He just slammed into my face over and over until he
stopped, held me tight to his dick and spermed.
     I took it all, every fucking drop and licked the rest
off him while he recuperated.


     If you like these stories, let me know.
     Mike, mgleich@earthlink.net