Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 23:21:06 +0000
From: Chicago Sucker <chicagosucker@hotmail.com>
Subject: True Stories From A Cocksucker Part 8: "How far Can Things Go?"

True Stories From A Cocksucker

Part Eight:  How Far Can Things Go?

By: Chicago Sucker (chicagosucker@hotmail.com)


NOTE: This is a continuation of true stories from my experience as a
cocksucker living in Chicago.  Fantasy sex is good in it's own way.  I
always enjoy reading a good story here on the Nifty Archive.  But no one can
argue that the real thing is much better. So, I decided to write down some
of my true experiences and give others a chance to read about more than just
some guy's fantasy.  I am a real guy with real experiences.  I live in
Chicago where there are plenty of opportunities to meet and hook-up with
men. I am 27 years old, 6 feet tall, 170 ponds, in shape and good looking.
If you enjoy reading about my experiences, if you have any comments or
questions, or if you want to set up a meeting to "put my talents to the
test," feel free to contact me at the email address
chicagosucker@hotmail.com.


HOW FAR CAN THINGS GO?

In the last chapter, I wrote about another true experience of mine involving
a more `laid back" kind of guy.  Not everyone I meet is dominant and
aggressive and straight.  I included that last story just to let you know
that I meet all kinds of guys, and when it comes to sucking cock and
servicing hot guys, I pretty much take it anyway that I can get it.  This
chapter is dedicated to a guy I recently met.  He lives in the Chicago area
and works downtown in the loop.  He first contacted me after finding one of
my personal ads.  In his first message he wrote:

"I am a straight, married guy, but I really want to
throat fuck you, since chicks have no idea how to suck
cock.  I want to grab your head and pound my cock deep
into your throat, maybe even piss in your mouth, then
shoot my load deep inside your throat so you have to
swallow.  I am 6', 205 lbs, bearded, bald, hairy, white with
8 1/2 cut inches.  Here's the deal, I work in the loop, and,
like I said, I am married, so I can only be available
for a couple of hours around lunchtime.  If you want
to do this, just tell me where and when, within these
constraints, and we'll get nasty!  Today would even be great."

Well, I wrote him back, but it wasn't quick enough to hook up with him that
day.  In my message I gave him my phone number and he called and we decided
he could come to my place over the lunch hour.  When I work on the south
side during the week I stay at my south side apartment.  And my work
schedule is often flexible because most of my time is spent on school
projects, and since I meet a lot with teachers and principals, those
meetings are in the early morning before school or in the afternoons or
evenings, leaving much of my day open.  It was common for me to be out of
the office between 11:00 and 2:00 which left me plenty of time to get lunch
and run errands and that sort of thing.

I was glad that this guy was a fast mover and wanted to meet right away.
Sometimes it takes weeks to set up a meeting.  We decided to meet that
Thursday.  He was planning to leave work for an extended lunch break and
drive from downtown to my place on the south side, which is only a 20 minute
drive, longer if traffic is heavy.  I gave him detailed directions and told
him how to buzz my apartment and where to find me on the third floor.

Thursday morning was hard for me to work through.  I ended up leaving early
and I was home before 11:00 which gave me over an hour to get ready and
wait.  I really hate waiting.  I hate wondering if the guy is really going
to show up or not.  I hate not knowing what he looks like because I spend a
lot of time guessing.  Most of the time I'm more than satisfied with the
guys looks.  But most important is the attitude.  This guy had an attitude
that could make me do anything!  When he finally got to my apartment at
12:45 I found him to be rather attractive.  I never asked his age but I
guessed him to be around 40.  Later, when he got naked, I was turned on by
his body.  He was in good shape, not fat, but mot real muscular.  He was
filled out.  He didn't have a gut, nor did he have a hard stomach with
visible abs.  He was exactly what he said he was:  bald, hairy, 6 feet tall
and about 200 pounds.  And his cock was a thick-almost-nine inches.  He got
hard when he got undressed.  I kept my clothes on because he didn't tell me
to get undressed.

We didn't have a lot of time because he needed to be back at the office at
around 2:00.  we got right to business.  We didn't talk must past the
general introductions of "You found the place ok?" and "Can I get you
something to drink?"  I led him into my bedroom and he started to undress
immediately, telling me this was gonna have to be a quick one, and he liked
how it went, he would arrange for more frequent and longer sessions with me.

Before he was completely naked, I was on my knees and he sat on the bed
taking the rest of his clothes off.  He stood up and I waited for the
instructions to start and he told me to lick his cock and balls to get them
wet.  His big cock was hard, thick and pulsing.  I love throbbing cocks...when
a guy can squeeze some internal muscle and make his cock bob up and down.  I
started sucking him and working his cock deeper into my mouth and throat.  I
remember gagging on it.  In fact, I gag on his cock a lot.  Once a cock
grows beyond seven inches, it's hard not to gag on it when you take it in
all the way.

He face fucked me on my knees for a while, his hands on my head as he pulled
and pushed me back and forth in sequence with his thrusts.  He wasn't going
in all the way, but it was as deep as it could go in that position.  And he
was fast.  I really get into that, the feeling of a cock sliding over your
tongue, through your lips, and banging the back of your mouth in fast
repetitious movements.  He was close to cumming already so he slowed and
eventually sat down on the edge of the bed.  He had me lick and suck his
balls.  He had a thick bush of pubes and hair on his nuts.  He moaned a lot
when I worked his sack.  I like moaners.  And I think he could have sat
there for hours and just let me keep doing it for him.  But he glanced at my
clock radio.  I always set it about 15 minutes fast, and he suddenly stood
up.  He didn't say anything but just grabbed me and pushed me around so that
I was backed up against the bed with him standing there.  He fucked into my
mouth a while before leaning forward and pushing my back against the bed.
My bed is kinda high off the ground, and at this point I wasn't actually
kneeling, but sitting on the floor with my legs bent under me so that my
feet were under the bed and my head was tilted back and pinned on top of the
mattress.  He leaned forward, his cock in my mouth, and he pushed forward,
sending it deep.  The next 3 minutes were filled with rough, urgent
thrusting, coming fast and hard.  He was grunting and breathing hard and
without saying anything, he unloaded in my throat.  I gagged on it and
breathed loudly through my nose as I took what he gave me.

He pulled out, stood up and caught his breath.  He sat down and I went to
get him a towel to wipe the spit off his cock and the sweat off his chest.
He asked for a glass of water.  When I came back he was mostly dressed and
he said he needed to get back to work.  I told him the clock was fast and he
just sort of grunted.  I think he thought I was asking for more time.  But I
knew it was gonna be quick.  Most first times are like that.  I get a lot of
guys saying they want to "test drive" me and that if they like what I can do
for them, they will be back.  And this guy did and continues to come back.
But each time it gets more and more involved and more and more intense.
That's why I titled this chapter "How Far Can Things Go?"

I've been asked not to use his name, so I'll continue calling him "this
guy."  Anyway, this guy sent emails and called me to set up more meetings.
But like I said, the started to get more and more intense:

"I've a younger friend that also likes to slam his cock
down a willing (or even unwilling) throat, so he might
want to come along!!!  DO you want us to pound away,
even if your throat is getting raw and sore??  DO you
want me to ram it in to the hilt, then make you keep
swallowing, fighting off your reflex to gag??  What if
I wanted to piss down your throat??"

I wrote him back and we even spent time on the phone discussing things.  I
don't need to elaborate here, because if you are familiar with my past
chapters, you know how I answered his questions!  The first time he brought
his friend along I thought I was gonna die.  His friend was very hot, quite
a bit younger and in near perfect shape.  He definitely spent a lot of time
in the gym.  How these two became friends I never found out.  I never ask
personal questions and figure that the guys will tell me all they want me to
know.  The other reason I thought I was die was because this new guy, whose
cock wasn't as big as his buddy's, really knows how to fuck.  This guy is
not shy, let me tell you.  And he is far from gentle.  He's just as quiet as
his friend though.  They both didn't have much to say.  But the new guy was
a true stud, confidant with his body and his fucking ability.  he seemed to
bring out a more aggressive side to the original older guy, and that was
cool.  They took turns using my mouth, usually fucking my face hard in
different positions, each taking about two minutes at a time.  When they'd
switch, the guy taking over was rested and would begin an energetic assault.
  They enjoyed the tag team method and so did I!

Usually our meetings were over the lunch period and lasted 45 minutes to an
hour.  I usually got one load from the older guy and two from the younger
stud.  The younger one didn't do watersports, so the older guy gave me a
load of piss at the end while his buddy cleaned up in the bathroom.

I never really talked to the younger guy.  The older guy, the one who
originally answered my ad, remained the contact person and we emailed almost
daily.  He had gotten to know me sexual preferences quite well and he was
excited by coming up with ways to push the limits of our previous meetings.
After the second time I met both of them for lunch at my place, I was sent
an email that informed me what was on the agenda for next time:

"I want to tie your hands together so you can't stop us from
driving down your throat.  Also, before we start using you
like a suck-pig, I want to lube up your dick and jack
you off till you shoot, so you will enjoy it less, and
be more likely to squirm and beg us to stop."

We arranged another lunch time meeting.  I was instructed to be naked when
they got there and to have the needed supplies ready.  When they got there,
they found me where I was supposed to be and I was immediately tied up.
I've had this done many times before and several times since.  There's
something about having your hands tied behind your back that makes sucking
cock so much more intense.  Not just for me, but many guys (and a lot of
them are straight) really get into this and I have to admit, I do "plant the
seed" in a few of their imaginations.  But I'm more excited if the guy comes
up with the idea on his own.

I wasn't too crazy about being jacked off though.  I liked the concept of
having to service two guys right after I had just gotten off.  For me,
cumming doesn't mean anything.  I can cum and or not cum.  But if I do cum,
that doesn't mean it's the end.  I'm just as horny after as I am before.
But for some guys, once they cum, they're done with sex for a while.  So the
plan to jerk me off first so that I would enjoy it less, and be more likely
to squirm" wasn't really going to change things for me.  But the guys were
excited thinking that it would, so I went along with it for their sakes.
Getting me off is not easy, especially if you think you're gonna do it by
just jerking me off.  And when the guy tried it the first time, I had a hard
time just getting it up in front of them.  It wasn't cuz I wasn't turned on.
  I just don't get turned on by my cock or by getting a hand job or blow job
from someone.  I knew this and I feared it was gonna happen.  So after a
while, knowing there wasn't much time to waste, I broke one of my own rules
and actually made a suggestion.  Usually I don't say anything to the guys I
service.  I never say `lets do it standing up" or "would it be ok if I laid
on my back..."  I just don't think it's my place to make those suggestions or
make any decisions.  And I only speak when spoken to and I only do what I am
told.  I never jerk myself off while I'm servicing another guy.  Personally
I think it is rude and rather selfish.  It would be like I'm using them to
get off instead of them using me...the way nature intended!  OK, actually I'm
being serious here.  I know other cocksuckers who play with their own cocks
while sucking another guy.  I never do this unless I'm told to do so.  Like
I said, otherwise I think it is rude.  And also I refrain from jerking off
out of respect for the guys I'm with.  Most of them are straight and they
have no interest in seeing another man's cock or having another man shoot
his load.  So, I just don't do that for all these reasons.  I don't like
anything to be centered on me.  So that is why it was difficult for me to
even stay hard while this guy tried to jerk me before our session started.
So, I made a suggestion.  And that was for me to lay on my back and rim the
younger guy while the older guy jerked me.  Well, that worked!  It works
every time.  In fact, guys who know me know that I need to be `busy" if they
expect me to get off.  So eating ass or sucking cock or licking balls or
feet while I jerk will get me off faster than just doing nothing while some
guy strokes me.  So that's what we did.  I ate out the young dude's ass and
came in a matter of minutes.

Once that was done, I wiped up my cum.  And as my cock softened, I was put
on my knees and the face fucking started.  Both kept me up against the wall
and did the tag team thing.  The back of my mouth took a good beating but it
felt wonderful.  Both guys blew in my mouth.  The young guy first, flowed by
the older guy.  There wasn't time to get a second load from the young stud.
And I didn't get any piss either.  But it was still hot and I'd settle for a
couple good face fucks like that any day.

A while passed before I heard from the guy again.  We attempted another
lunch meeting but it was cancelled last minute.  After that, the guy was
going on vacation, but he wrote me before he left:

When I get back, I'm going to try and get a couple of
others to join me, so we can really torture your
throat for a very long time.  I know one that even you
might not be able to swallow, but it would be fun
watching you try!!

It took about a month before we met again.  And this time I went to the
guy's apartment.  And like he said, he did try to get a couple more guys to
join in.  But only one guy could make it.  And to my disappointment, it
wasn't the dude with the big cock.  In fact, I never did get to meet him or
find out how big his schlong was.  I've dropped a couple hints since then,
asking if this guy could join us sometime again.  Maybe I'll eventually get
to try and swallow him while the others watch.  But for now, I had three
guys to service.  The original guy and his younger friend were there, and
the new third guy wasn't too bad either.  He was about the same age as the
original guy, in his early forties.  His cock was the smallest, about 6.5 or
7 at the most, and not very thick, but it did just as much damage to my
mouth and throat as the other cocks.  I was taking turns sucking them in
different positions and locations through out the apartment.  There was a
lot of thrusting and face fucking, but there was a lot of me just sucking
too, while the tree sat on the couch watching porn.  I got seven loads, two
from each of the older guys, and three from the young dude.  I wore them out
I think, because when they stopped, I was still hungry for more.  I could
have stayed all day!

I got a sense that the two new guys were not as kinky and creative as the
original guy.  And that was confirmed later when our meetings just sort of
wound down.  A couple months passed where nothing happened.  I did get an
occasional email from the original guy and I wrote him a few times to remind
him I was still available for him and his friends any time.  And that's
another thing I do.  I never write or call a guy and ask for another hook
up.  I don't pester them or beg them...unless I'm told to do so!  Yeah, a lot
of guys like the begging, but they don't want to be annoyed by a fag writing
and calling and asking when can we hook up again.  So I don't do that.  I
just keep in touch and politely thank them for the time we had together and
remind them that I am always available for their use when they want it.  I'm
not pushy or annoying, but I am persistent.  There's a big difference.

The original guy is working on something `special" he told me.  And last
month I found out what it is:

"I think you will find what I have planned for you will
meet your expectations, and perhaps exceed.  I will be
inviting many to join in, and because of the
possibility of a jagged time line, I am going to do
this at the baths, so I need an approximation of when
you will be available, either at 9:30 in the morning
or at about noon.  Give me a day of the week, where,
with several days notice, you can make yourself
available.  I am going to turn you into a toilet oral
pig - you will take whatever is put into your mouth
willingly, and swallow whatever squirts out.  You will
have your head held tightly while hard cock is slammed
into you and down your throat.  Before anything starts
you will be milked dry, to eliminate any sexual
excitement you might get from this session.  Any and
every cock offered to you must be taken, black, white,
hispanic, asian, cut, uncut, big, small, rock hard or
soft.  You will be used till I am sure you have been
used enough.  If someone needs to piss, you will take
it, no questions.  Any refusal, or any clamping of the
teeth, or any complaints, or anyone feeling a bite or
nibble, and I will hog tie you, and leave you for any
and everyone to fuck in the ass, and I know you don't
want that.  Is this all understood?  Do you know what
you will be getting in to?  So, tell me a day of the
week you can guarantee you will be available with two
days notice in the next several weeks."

Again, the concept of this sounds awesome, but I'm not one to frequent the
bath houses around Chicago.  Only been there once when a friend just
suggested we go there and see what it was like.  I didn't like it and we
didn't stay long and we didn't do anything with each other or anyone else.
I'm not much for just meeting anyone and doing anything.  Some of you have
seen my picture.  Some of you have met me.  You know that I'm a good looking
guy and I'm usually hit on and approached by guys who want to suck me and
who want me to fuck them.  Few guys approach me and say "You're hot.  I want
to fuck you in the mouth!"  So that's why I rely on personal ads, phone
lines and chat rooms.  I lay out exactly what I am looking for weed out the
guys who don't fit with what I want to do.  There's nothing more frustrating
than meeting a hot guy somewhere, thinking that it would be awesome to blow
him and swallow his load, only to find out he's thinking the same thing
about me.  And then when we are alone, he's trying to suck me and asking me
to fuck him.  Or worse yet, he wants to 69!  I hate that!  if I suck someone
they better damn well pay attention.  And if they're fucking me in the
throat, the minute they bend down to put my cock in their mouth, they forget
what they are doing and the whole session is ruined.  Anyway, I'm getting
off the subject!

We haven't finalized any dates for this meeting.  Like I said, I like the
concept.  And I am willing to do this because I know the guy and he knows
what I like.  And did you notice he also knows what I don't like?  That
threat to be hog tied and left at bath house for anyone to fuck me in the
ass would piss me off big time.  I know I'm putting myself at risk each time
I allow a guy to tie me up.  But so far, no one has crossed the line.  Gay
guys tend to try and push things past my limits.  But I have never had a
straight guy do anything to me that he knew I wasn't into.  Straight guys
tend to respect me more, because they know that I respect them and trust
them.  And they trust me too, knowing that I know a lot of them are married
or have girlfriends.  And they appreciate that I'm patient with them.  That
I understand when our meetings get cancelled at the last minute because they
can't get away from the bitch.  And they really appreciate my willingness to
go at their pace and to allow them to explore what they want to do, and to
ask questions and get honest answers.  So, I trust this guy who wants to tie
me up in a bathhouse.  I think I'd regret not trying this if I don't go
through with it.   And if and when this happens, I'll dedicate a chapter to
it so that you all know how it went down.

In the meantime, I have plenty more stories to tell.  Many have written to
ask questions about Christopher and requesting more details about my
experiences with him.  Well, I have some great ones to share with you.  So,
yeah, there will be more Christopher stories coming soon.  I also want to
tell you about the guy with the biggest cum loads I have ever seen.  He's a
freak of nature!  But it's an interesting story.  So watch for that one
coming soon too!

If you have any questions or comments about me or my experiences,  or if you
want to share some of your true stories with me (many of you have...so
thanks), or if you want some advice on how to find a good cocksucker or tips
on finding hot straight guys to suck, just write and let me know.  I answer
every email I get.  But preference is given to those who want to hook up and
meet me, especially aggressive top guys into face and throat fucking and/or
any of the fetishes I have mentioned in my experiences in these stories.
I'm in Chicago, but travel is not an issue for me.  So even if you're
nowhere near the Midwest, write anyway.  I'm planning a trip to Canada this
fall to meet a guy who has been reading my stories.  So, you never know, I
might show up in your neck of the woods' so you can get your cock into my
neck!  Hope to hear from you!