Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2005 21:41:48 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: EARLY ADDICTION TO COCKS

(I hope you like my story -- like it enough to drop me a short note.  If
you do, write to Joseph Farrin -- bigblaise at hotmail.  I answer all my
mail -- even flames.)

There is a combination convenience and liquor store at the bottom of the
hill on Gaffey Street, below Twenty-fifth Street in San Pedro, Ca., the
port of Los Angeles.  The entrance is on a side street and there are a
couple of apartments on the second floor.  The store's parking lot at the
rear of the store goes clear to the next street.  If you were to walk
around the end of the fence running along the back of the parking lot, I
live in the first house on the right with my aunt and an older brother.
They are my only relatives -- my only family.

We are a successful, prosperous family.  My aunt, Celine, is a prostitute
and my brother, Toby, is a male escort who works for "Los Angeles Escorts".
I don't know exactly what an escort service is except they line up tricks
for Toby something like Celine's pimp sets guys up for her.

As for myself, my name is Jody; I'm fourteen and a problem kid.  I was
expelled twice from school before I was kicked out permanently two weeks
before summer vacation.

The house we live in is old and small.  It has two bedrooms.  I sleep in
what was originally a breakfast room off the kitchen that had been walled
off to create a small bedroom. Because the warm air furnace is as old as
the house it has huge, round ducts feeding large registers that open right
between rooms that share a common wall.

When I hear Toby bring a client into the rear bedroom, I lie on the kitchen
floor and look through the register into his room, when it's dark and I'm
less likely to get caught.  I've never once tried to watch Celine, I wasn't
interested and I knew she'd torture me to death if she ever caught me
trying

Toby is hot looking and has an absolutely enormous cock between his legs.
Some of his tricks are older guys and some are teens, not much older than I
am, some of which actually arrive in chauffeured limos.  I find it beyond
belief when I've watched him stick his whole nine-inches up some guy's
butt.  Some of them want to take it in bed and some just stand, bend over,
brace themselves against the wall and spread their legs as Toby puts one
hand on their shoulder, grabs his dick and guides it in.  Some of them
scream out loud.  Some of those teens practically climb the fucking wall.

Even more unbelievable was the first time I saw Toby on the bed, legs up
and spread apart with his feet planted on the bed with some guy on his
stomach between them licking Toby's balls and sucking his cock.  I couldn't
understand how the guy could open his mouth wide enough and made his throat
deep enough to take the big thing.

I even like watching the tricks undress while Toby is on his back on the
bed, his silk robe opened wide, and playing with his meat, getting it
ready.

The three of us don't see each other a lot.  We fix our own meals as our
schedules allow.  Some of the time Toby and I eat out and then, sometimes,
Celine gives me money to go somewhere or to order a pizza.  Toby is
generous with money and cigarettes, but he always just puts them under my
pillow instead of handing them to me like Celine.

Guess I'm using a lot of words without saying what I want to.  What I'm
trying to tell you is because we don't see each other very often we don't
get to talk to each other very often either.

One night while watching a customer get dressed, I heard him say, "Thanks.
You've got a terrific cock."

And Toby replied, "Thank you too, you're a talented cocksucker."

So now I knew the name for guys who liked to have cocks in their mouth. I'd
known for some time that was what I wanted to be when I grew up.  Shit,
just thinking about it, I had to go down to the basement and jack off.

Holy shit, even the word was exciting.  I liked it.  I liked it a lot and
kept rolling it over and over in my mind -- Cocksucker, cocksucker,
cocksucker!

Now that I was retired (kicked out of school) there wasn't much traffic in
and out of Toby's room during the day and I was bored until the day I ran
into an older kid I knew from school, named Danny, who lived not too far
from me.  We were on our bicycles fooling around, talked about being bored
and decided to go down to the Marina near Cabrillo Beach and then on down
to the beach.

Danny said we should hang out together but told me, honestly, that we'd
have to meet away from the immediate neighborhood.  His mom had found out
about my troubles at school and didn't want him hanging with me.  After all
that was agreed to and settled, he asked me:

"Do you like to suck?"

I couldn't believe what he was intimating and didn't want to reveal what I
knew about the subject, so I replied:

"Suck what?"

"Cocks, Joey!  What else?"

"Do you want to suck mine, or are you asking if I'd like to suck yours?"

"Gees, I can't believe how naive you are.  I'm talking about big cocks,
really big cocks, men's cocks."

"I don't know.  I've never sucked one"

"I know where we can."

I got so excited that I decided that I should can the innocent shit and
asked where.

"You know where the fishing boats dock down along Harbor Street?"

"Yea, sure I do."

"There's two toilets down there, one is a white stucco building real close
to the water, it has two stalls with holes between them and the one closest
to the urinals has a hole where you can watch guys pissing.

The other toilet is further south, in a triangle of lawn, with parking
along the dock edge and in an area west of the toilet.  When you go in are
two urinals, to the left a washbasin and then two stalls without doors.
You can look right into the stalls. They have a marble partition in between
with a big hole carved into it. They're great.  You can sit on a john and
watch guys at the urinal.  If you show your dick and start jacking, or lick
your lips, they'll come over and offer theirs to you.  If we go together we
can take turns between the two toilet buildings, but I can't go now.  I
have to get home.  If you go alone before we can go together don't go
between 5 and 6 PM.  The cops check it out then, guess it gets busy during
the rush hour."

It was obvious from the start that I had a lot more freedom than Danny, so
after we split I headed right for the toilet in the triangle of lawn.  I
knew just where it was and after my first time I never even tried the other
one.  In the parking lot west of the building, I stashed my bike in the
bushes and thus began my experiences in sucking cock, unconcerned about the
time frames Danny had mentioned.

MICHAEL

I sat and I sat and I sat.  It was almost 5 o'clock and I was so
disappointed that I walked out when a guy pulled up on a motorcycle; he was
not the stereotyped guy in leather.  He was clean-shaven, very clean and
neat looking.

He had on black boots but he was also wearing summer weight denim pants and
a tight fitting denim vest over a pale yellow shirt.  I knew the minute we
passed he was a possibility. He looked directly at me, smiled and said
hello.  Most men usually didn't acknowledge boys like that.

I followed him into the toilet, he headed for a stall and I sat down in the
adjacent one and I looked through the hole in the partition.  The guy
wasn't urinating.  He was showing me his fat six-inch cock with a big head
and he was as hard as a rock.

Then, in came a goofy looking guy, he walked up to one of the urinals but
it was obvious he didn't need to piss.  He just kept straining to see if
anything was going to happen in the stalls.  The motorcyclist obviously
wanted to outwait him, so I played the game, too.  I just looked down at
the floor. It was weird.  I was so scared I was almost shaking and yet I
wanted to suck that big, hard cock so badly.

It seemed like an eternity until the guy at the urinal zipped up and walked
out the door.  Immediately a big, fat, cut cock appeared through the hole
in the partition and I sucked it -- my first.  Damn, it was exciting!  I
was harder than I'd ever been in my life.  I was so proud of myself, too. I
was talking almost the whole thing down my throat.  Then, suddenly, I felt
stuff pouring into my mouth.  Damn but it got me excited.  I'd actually
made a man cum. It was my very first time.  I was a cocksucker!

He walked out first and I was surprised when I followed and saw him astride
his cycle waiting for me.

"Thanks for waiting in there, what's your name?"

"Joey."

"Michael.  I'm going to a friend's house for dinner.  We're buddies but
he's married.  I don't think I could have stood being around him all
evening if you hadn't given me a blowjob."

"I hope I did OK, it was my first time."

"You're kidding, you were fantastic!"

"Do you come here often?"

"No I live in Santa Monica and my buddy lives in Long Beach.  I stopped
here because the place has a reputation as a good glory hole and I was
really horny."

I asked and he explained what a glory hole was.

I never saw him again.

JOHN

Well, I just realized I can't tell you about the guys I did in the same
order as I did them.  I just can't remember them that way. But since I
started with a guy I only saw once, I'll tell you about a guy that Danny
and I saw twice a week.  His name was John.

You never had to sit on the toilet and wait inside for John.  We always
arrived around 1PM and his green, Ford Ranger truck with the camper top was
always there, parked in the lot west of the toilet building. We'd go in and
he'd drop his pants the minute he saw us walk in.  We'd take turns on his
strong, 6" piece of cut meat, which was easy to suck because it was very
thin.  Once, while I was sucking him, he pulled it out and I looked through
the hole to see what he was doing and he put his asshole right up to the
partition.  He sure had a hairy fucking asshole and I was stymied for a
minute but Danny knew just what to do and rammed his cock up John's ass.  I
pulled up my pants, went around to John's stall, sat sideways on the toilet
and swallowed his cock.  He sure had a good cum, he blew off big time, his
cock kept jerking and with each jerk it expelled another load.

Then, there were the two most unusual experiences I ever had down there at
the docks.

THE BATHER (DAMN, I SUCKED HIM OFF AND DON'T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME)

One evening quite late, as it stays light for a long time on summer
evenings, I was sitting waiting for a cock to suck and in comes this young
guy with a towel, washcloth and a bar of soap, says hello and strips naked
at the washbasin, about four feet from me.  He spreads a piece of plastic
on the floor, starts washing his face and neck, going on down to his chest
and back, as well as he can reach it, his groin, making a big deal of
washing his balls and dick, skins it back, cleans his dickhead and then
moves to his legs and feet before he dries off.

Washing and drying his cock gave him a 7" erection.  I had one well before
that -- not 7" though.

He dresses, looks at me, smiles and walks out.

It was dark by then and the place got a little spooky in the dark I didn't
stay long either.  When I walked out to the parking lot I saw this guy
sitting on the tailgate of an old station wagon, smoking a cigarette.  When
I walked passed him he said "Hello again."

I recognized him then. He was the dude I'd watched take a bath so I decided
to hang around a few minutes, even if it was dark, and see what happened,
so I said, "Could I bum a cigarette?"  He scooted over to one side of the
tailgate and said "Sit down."

We started talking, he asked if I lived in San Pedro, I told him I did,
about 6 blocks from here.  He said he was a transient.  He asked what I was
doing out so late.  I said I'd just stopped to take a piss. He said he
didn't see me pissing.  I said he'd interrupted me.

"Did you enjoy the interruption?"

"Sure, I think anyone would have enjoyed it."

"Maybe, maybe not.  I thought you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, maybe
even a bit too much."

"Why's that?"

"Maybe you just forgot after I walked in, but your jeans were around your
ankles and you had a hard on."

(Damn, I had forgotten that and didn't know how to reply.)

So, he picked up on my silence and added, "I thought maybe you were one of
those kids that had gotten into cocks early."

"What does into cocks mean."

"It means you like them, like to do things with other gays, like feeling
each other up, sucking, that sort of stuff."

"Yea, I've sucked some guys in there before."

"I've got a clean one and you seemed to like it.  Want to play around for a
few minutes."

"I would but I better get home."

"Out after hours?"

No but the neighborhood is kind of dark and I don't like riding my bicycle
in the dark."

"We can shove your bike in the back and I'll take you home."

"OK."

He had me crawl into the back. The back seat was already down and he closed
the rear door, ran around to the front, closed the electrically operated
window and crawled back to where I was, took out his already hard cock and
pulled a blanket up over the both of us, in case someone walked by.

I scooted down and took his cock into my mouth.  He kept saying stuff like,
"Oh yea, that's it.  Suck that cock, baby.  It hasn't been sucked off for a
long time.  Make me cum.  Take my load."  I'd never sucked a guy that kept
vocalizing stuff like he did -- you know, talking dirty.  I guessed he was
talking both himself and me off.  He succeeded.  It wasn't long after I'd
cum in my pants that he blasted off in my mouth.

He kept his word.  I had him pull into the parking lot behind the store and
he helped me get my bike out of his station wagon.  He, like so many
others, I never saw again.

PABLO

Pablo was a daytime encounter instead of nighttime one.

One Friday morning, after a bowl of cereal, a cinnamon roll and a cup of
coffee I was sitting on the toilet at the dock round 9 AM.  It was dead as
hell, so I went out to the edge of the dock to see if any ships were
leaving or entering the harbor and had just lit a cigarette when I heard a
car drive up right behind me.  I looked around as a young, really good
looking Hispanic, jumped out of a Mazda van and stood about 4 feet from me
and said, "Nice morning."

I replied, "It sure is."  (At least it had just picked up.)

"I just got off work, I always come down here to unwind before I go home.
It makes me sleep better.  My wife works days and I work nights, so she's
already left home."

"Were do you work?"

He pointed right to the highest building in San Pedro; the 8 story
headquarters of a big computer software firm called "LOGON" and said, "I'm
a security guard there."  He must have changed out of his guard uniform
because he had on an unbuttoned, summer shirt that displayed a well
developed, hairy chest, shorts that were obviously washed so many times the
fabric was very thin.  The leg openings were wide.  His Reeboks were worn
without sweat socks.

After we finished our cigarettes, he said he had a full thermos of coffee
and some donuts in the car, would I like to share.  After that we got out
and had another cigarette.  He said his wife didn't like him to smoke it
the car because it made it smell.  He wanted me to get back in the car,
saying he had something he wanted to show me.

(You can probably guess what I was thinking. Oh boy, instant erection.)

He reached down into the a storage tray built into the bottom of the door
on the drivers' side and pulled out a handful of Kodak file folders like
you get when you pick up a roll of films you've had developed.

Well, I sure don't want you to get the idea that I'm knocking the guy or
making fun of him.  He was a nice guy and I loved his baby face, I guess
you'd call it -- it made him look so innocent.  And when he started showing
me photographs it was clear that he was really into his family.  I liked
that.  I was into family, too, but I didn't have any photograph to show
him.

He had the photos all sorted or he'd taken a lot of the same person at the
same time.  So, I looked, as he handed them to me and explained them,
pictures of his wife, Maria, first, then, pictures of his son, Juan, who he
said was age 6, his baby daughter Carla, his parents and Maria's two
teen-age sisters and brothers, some of which were beach pictures and some
of which showed the boys in need of jockstraps.

I was about to say, "Thanks, I've enjoyed meeting you but I've got to move
on."  When he started the engine, backed out, circled around and backed
into a space in the far row of spaces in the west parking lot, almost in
front of where I'd stashed my bike in the bushes.  He got into the back and
lay down on the first rear seat and said he was going to take a short nap
but I could stay if I wanted to.

"These rear windows are heavily tinted, the floor is level because it's a
front wheel drive, come on back if you want to." I squeezed between the
front seats as there was about a foot of space between them, knelt down and
saw he'd pulled his shorts down, was wearing no underwear and his
unbuttoned shirt was flopped down to his sides.
  He was practically naked and had a heavy looking, meaty, uncut 6 inches
hanging between his legs.

I unzipped my fly and took mine out too.  This was a cum in your pants
situation if you didn't take it out.

I pulled his foreskin back and would describe his cockhead to you but I
don't think I can.  It was not like the usual ones, it was just large and
bulbous; I picked it up, put it in my mouth and had one of the best
cocksucks I'd ever had.

In fact, I can't find words to tell you how good it was.  I will tell you I
shot off twice before he did.

A lot of the guys in the toilet were nervous but in real need and somehow
managed to cum very quickly once they got a cocksucker's mouth wrapped
around their cock.  This was a different situation.  Pablo, seemed
comfortable lying there in the back seat (maybe I was not the first he'd
enticed to do it here), he was obviously enjoying being sucked and wanted
it to last.

I had no argument against that.

One reason I really enjoyed it was that he didn't pop his nuts right away.
I had a long suck.  As a matter of fact, I was getting a little tired and
was alternating between sucking him and masturbating him.

And, shit, he shot off when I'd just started to jack on him for the second
time.  He humped his butt up off the seat and I just managed to cover his
cock with my hand so he wouldn't shoot his load all over the car.  Damn,
his cock was beautiful in total erection.  After he lowered himself back
down on the seat, I smeared his cock juice all over his still hard cock.
It looked so exciting -- all shiny and slick with his cum rubbed all over
it. Just looking at it got to me. I started masturbating him again.  .  I
guess his cock juice that I'd rubbed all over his cock had lubricated it
enough that he thought he was fucking a pussy, it sure was slippery and his
second climax was a very wild, intense one.  He reached around, put his
hand behind my head and pushed it down to rest on his stomach as he came
down off his high.

As it turned out he lived in an apartment over on Western Avenue.  He gave
me the address and detailed instruction as to how to find it, all of which
I didn't need. I met him there every Friday at 3:30.  After the 3rd time he
started sucking my dick, too.  Because it was a good time for me, too, our
relationship continued long after I started at my new school -- but that is
a whole new story.

SEA GULLS

Now why would you think that?  No way did I suck a sea gull!  For one thing
who the hell could tell the boy gulls from the girl gulls.  The episode,
though, you'll probably enjoy but not believe, but I'll swear on a Bible
that it's true.

The only reason I included it in this story is because it happened at the
fishing boat docks right in front of the toilet building.

Even I probably wouldn't have noticed it because it was a Saturday and on
weekends parents brought their kids down with bags of popcorn to feed the
multitude of pigeons running around on the ground and sea gulls swooping
around overhead, all intent on grabbing popcorn.  If the kids threw a
handful in the air the gulls could catch it before it landed on the ground
and the kids squealed with delight.

Even then, I might not have noticed it except that I'd seen a similar thing
happen at one of the outdoor restaurants at Ports of Call, a little north
of here at a waterside restaurant.  A young couple had finished their meal,
the waitress had cleared the table but the couple lingered for a moment
before leaving.  When they did, the man laid several bills on the table.  A
seagull swoops down, picks one up flies out over the water and drops it.

In my story, the reverse happens.  I noticed a sea gull skimming over the
water and pick something up, head to me in a beeline and drop in right at
my feet.  I looked at it and about shit my pants.  It was a $100.00, water
soaked, bill.  I now believe in miracles!  I've still got the $100.00 bill,
I spread it out on a piece of glass and it dried nicely.  I'm thinking of
buying Pablo a Christmas present with it.

MARTIN

One morning I went down to the glory hole early, real early -- about 7AM
and there was a black guy in there, he wasn't much taller than 5'-6".  I
didn't see him until I walked in and turned to go into one of the stalls.
He was standing naked, leaning against the wall that the door was located
on.  He was a good-looking young guy with skin the color of milk chocolate.
His dick was as big as Toby's and had a cock head that was soft pink in
color. Damn, I wanted to get my mouth around it but he put his hand over it
when I started to get on my knees.

"Sorry kid. I need money for it."

I was sorry I didn't have the $100.00 bill with me.  In desperation I
showed him my Rolex wristwatch.  He about dropped dead.

"You mean you'll give me that to suck my cock?"

"Yea, I need it bad and I like it because it's so big."  (That was no lie
but the Rolex was.  It was one of 20 that a long-time, steady client had
given Toby.  He'd paid $40.00 each for them while on a Caribbean cruise.
The only thing that gave it away as a fake was that the second hand jumped
from one second to the next, whereas the second hand of a real Rolex moves
in one continuous motion -- no jerks. Martin, however, didn't know that.)

I took my dick out of my pants and went down on the biggest cock I'd ever
sucked.  It was wonderful and, to my surprise, he didn't shoot off right
away.  He gave me a good, long suck.  I shot on the floor before he
climaxed.  Just as he was about to cum, he put one of his hands behind my
head so I wouldn't pull off while he was ejaculating.

About three weeks later, late one afternoon, during the time cops
supposedly checked out the place, I went in to find standing room only.
John, who I've already told you about, was getting sucked off by some dude
I'd never seen before and was about to get his ass plugged by Martin's big
ass plugger.  When Martin saw me, he turned and offered his tool to me.  He
evidently hadn't discovered the Rolex was fake and was actually wearing it.
So, I got two long sucks for the price of one fake Rolex.  Another guy
stepped up to plug John while he was getting his cock sucked and about six
other guys were standing around either jacking off or jacking someone
else's cock as they watched.

It was a wild, weird, few minutes.

TOBY -- MY BROTHER

I had never seen him so excited.  He wanted me to go with him to a Tuxedo
Rental store over near the ocean in Redondo Beach.  He was going to escort
a woman to a big, social event.  It was his first escort job with a woman
client.  I asked him if he was going to fuck her after it was over.

"That remains to be seen."

"Can you get it up for a female?"

"That, too, remains to be seen."

"What if you can't?"

"It's not a requirement of the agreement.  I'll still make a mint."

As it turned out he didn't have to fuck her.  He was in such a good mood
the next day I told him I'd lost my Rolex and he gave me another, but I
never wore it down to the docks."

JARROD - MY LAST STORY

I might as well call it quits.  This story could go on forever and you
might already be tired of it.

One night, about 8 PM, I walked down to the glory hole.  The fishing boats
were out but there was a 40-foot sailboat (with an inboard motor, I
guessed) anchored at the dock.  I walked along it and could actually seen
inside the cabins, which I did very briefly so as not to look as though I
was window peeking.  As I reached the stern and turned to go back for one
last look, a guy came out on deck and asked if I wanted to come aboard and
look at the boat.

"Is it OK?"

"Absolutely, the owner's gone for another three hours and we're docked here
by special permission."

"Who are you?"

"Jarrod, the No. 1 member of the crew, to put it briefly."

I went up the small gangplank between the dock and the boat's deck.  Jarrod
extended his hand and helped me aboard, threw his arm around my shoulder as
he asked my name. We walked slowly through the Lounge, Dining Room,
Kitchen, Bedrooms, Bridge and finally the Engine Room and then returned to
the Lounge.

Jarrod gave me a beer, we sat on one of the sofas, Jarrod leaning against
an arm, one foot tucked down between the back and a seat cushion, legs
spread wide and showing through his white shorts an unmistakably large
cock.

It wasn't long until he had it out and was getting into my pants as well.
I thought I was going to get to blow him.  Was I ever wrong?  I got fucked
instead and I'll tell you I'll never forget it, if for nothing else than it
hurt like blazes for several days.

He was a gentleman, though. He called a taxi to take me home.

He also gave me a $20.00 bill.  I felt like an escort.

I should have known -- sailors have girl friends in every port.  Some have
boy friends.

As I said, I could go on forever.  The story is part fiction and part
truth.  Most of my stories, in fact, have an element of truth in them --
different experiences put in different locations and in different times.

I hope you enjoyed, Joseph