Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2003 22:02:57 -0700
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: Jake's Cocksucking Whore

                    JAKE'S COCKSUCKING WHORE

                            Part One


     He told me to meet him at the sleaziest bar in town.
     I saw his ad on the Internet. He wasn't much to look at,
unless you like them rough with a mean look, pockmarks and a
scar. The pictures showed him in jeans and a shirt, with his cock
hanging out, one hand holding the damn thing with this look on
his face that said; suck me. Another picture showed him sitting
in a chair with a beer can in his hand. His cock and balls
hanging over the side the chair glistening with spit from someone
who had serviced him.
  The ad said he was looking for a sub. Someone who loved to
worship dick, get on their fucking knees and beg to suck, lick,
and worship a big cock. It looked to be a good eleven inches,
maybe more. Beautiful, veiny, big around all the way to the head,
it looked like it could choke a horse. I was hoping to be that
horse.

     There he was, at the end of the bar. A billed capped on his
head. Tall, thin with an `I don't give a fuck' attitude. He had a
beer in his hand looking at the mirror behind the bar. He was
looking at me. When he caught me staring back, he turned, reached
down to his jeans and squeezed his cock; I could see the outline
of the head below his hand.
     I walked over to him and said, "Jake?"
     "Yeah, and you? Who the fuck are you?"
     "Your cocksucker sir." He told me to say that to him when we
talked on the phone. He told me other things and before I hung
up, I had jacked off and licked my cum off my hand while begging
to suck him off.
     "So you like sucking dick? That right cocksucker, you like
to suck another man's prick?"
     "Yes sir, I do. I want to get down on my knees and smell
your crotch. I want to rub my face in your jeans and feel the
heat of your groin against my face. I want to lick your jock
where your cock and balls are, feel them with my tongue."
     He turned back to the bar and looked at the crowd by way of
the mirror, ignoring me. I stood there staring at him, looking at
his crotch; I could see the outline of that fucking dick. He knew
I was looking at it. Drool began at the side of my mouth.
     "Please, let me touch your cock?" I said.
     He looked at me in disgust, and then turned his head back to
the mirror.
     I reached over and felt the head of his donkey dick. He
didn't move, but just stood there while I moved my hand up the
length, until I could feel the outline of his balls too. I then
moved my hand back down the shaft to the head. His cock was
growing harder; while he just sipped at his beer, ignoring me
humiliate myself.
     "Why don't you get down and sniff, cocksucker." He didn't
bother to turn to look at me, but took another mouthful of beer.
     I knelt down on the floor. I could hear someone behind,
laugh at me, as I knelt in front of this guy, moving my face
close to his crotch. I felt the heat of him through his jeans.
The cotton worn from wear with the smell of piss and sweat
radiating from him. I reached my tongue out and licked at the
head of his cock.
     "Hey, Meathead." A loud voice behind the bar barked out.
     "Shithead, I'm talking to you." The voice boomed out closer
     to me.
     The bar got quiet all of a sudden and I looked up to see the
     bartender staring at me.
     "Get the fuck out, asshole." He looked at me as if he was
about to jump over the bar and rip my head off.
     "Yes sir! Sorry." I got off my knees and looked around. Guys
were staring at me, snickering.
     I walked out of the bar and when the cold fresh air hit my
face, I woke up from the daze I was in and realized what a fool I
just made of myself. My hard-on was pressing against my leg and
people on the street were looking at me walking down the block
with a wet stain on my crotch. I found my car and got in,
starting the engine and then pulled out into the street.
     I started to drive down the road, when in front of me,
leaning against the brick wall of the bar, was Jake. He stared at
me when I went by. My face heated up and I made a U in the street
pulling up to where he was standing.
     "Can I give you a lift?" I yelled out of the window.
     He looked around, lit a cigarette and walked over to the
car, opening the passenger door. "We can go to my place. Keep
driving down the street."
     "Yes, sir," I said.
     In less than a mile, he had me make a couple of turns until
we were in a warehouse district. I drove down an alley and parked
beneath a naked light bulb hanging from a fixture above a
warehouse door. We got out of the car and he walked over to the
door, took out a key and opened it.
     "Come in, if you want to suck cock." A cigarette hung from
his lower lip and he stared at me walking in front of him and
into the warehouse.

     The inside was a painter's studio. Canvas stretched on
frames, some empty, others with paint and figures drawn on them.
He flipped a couple of switches and ceiling lights came on.
Mirrors around the room reflected different angles of the
interior. Moonlight filtered through skylights in the roof,
lighting up dark clouds passing overhead. The room was cold,
barren; some chairs and a couch were all the furniture I could
see. He walked over to a small refrigerator that sat against a
wall of what passed for a kitchen area. He took out two beers and
then walked back and sat down in a chair. Rubbing his crotch, he
picked up a phone next to the chair and dialed a number. While
the phone rang on the other end, he spread his legs and looked at
me as he held out a beer.
     I walked over and knelt down between his spread legs, taking
the offered can, I gulped down most of the beer while I stared at
his crotch. He pointed to his groin and I went to work licking
his jeans where the cockhead poked at the fabric. He grabbed the
back of my hair and pushed my mouth hard against his prick. I
mouthed the head and ran my tongue and mouth up and down his big
fucking cock and balls.
     "Hey, what's up?" Jake said into the phone. He let go of my
head as I slobbered over his crotch, kneeling there between his
legs getting his crotch wet with my spit.
     He listened to the other person on the phone, saying, once
in a while, a word or two. He lit another cigarette, spread his
legs more, then unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his equipment
that was incased in a well worn, stained jock, so threadbare that
the cock and balls just hung in it ready to split open. I
slobbered over the jock, tasting the salty sweat stained rag,
blowing hot air as I mouthed the fucking monster in the pouch.
His prick was getting harder; I began to suck at the cock through
his jock, sucking it into my mouth, filling my face with his hot
fucking cock. He pushed back into the chair, stretching his legs
out. After talking a while, he hung the phone up and stood up
while I was still mouthing his dick. I looked up at him staring
down at me. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a
bottle of amyl, opening the top, he pushed it under my nose. I
took a deep inhale of the vapor and went back to work, sucking
his cock through his jock strapped pouch.
     "Yeah, you fuckin slut, suck that dick. Suck me fucker." He
took a hit of the amyl as I sucked all I could of his pouch into
my mouth. The vapor induced high made me want more of him. He
grabbed my head and rammed his groin into my face, smashing his
package against my mouth. He pulled me off and slammed my head
into his crotch again, holding me while I tried to breath through
my nose, grabbing air anyway I could, feeling his cock press
against the inside of my mouth.
     "Fuck yeah, eat me fucker." He held on to my head, my mouth
filled with his jock pouch. I grabbed on to the sides of his
legs, fucking my face in his ample crotch while he looked down at
me sucking him.
     "Get off." He pulled my head back from mouthing him and then
pushed me to the floor.
     He walked over to the refrigerator and took out two more
beers, turned and said, "Take your fuckin clothes off." He then
walked back to the chair, sat the beers down and removed his
boots and jeans. After sitting back down in the chair, he slipped
into his boots but didn't tie them up. I was taking my clothes
off as fast as I could, my cock and balls aching in their cock
ring. I sat on my haunches facing him. He lit a cigarette and
handed me the other beer. I gulped it down while watching him
smoke, his big fucking basket wet with my spit sticking out from
his loins, that dick of death straining against the worn pouch. I
started to drool again, my cock, seeping fuck juice.
     "Turn around and show me your ass." He took another drag as
I moved around, kneeling on the floor with my ass up and my hands
parting my butt cheeks. My face was on the floor with a sideway
glance when I noticed my reflection in a mirror. I looked around
noticing that I could see myself from different angles about the
room. He sat the mirrors to reflect who ever was in front of him.
There I was, looking at myself sideways on the floor. My ass in
the air, my face on the floor, I spread my butt some more, giving
him a good show.
     He reached down and felt my asshole, cock and balls. "Smooth
as a baby. Keep yourself shaved if you want to come back
Fuckhead."
     "Yes sir," I said.
     I could feel him pushing lube up my hole. After working a
few fingers of goo in my ass, he would grab my balls and jack my
cock like he was milking a cow.  "You cleaned yourself out
Shithead, like I told you?"
     "Yes sir, I sure did." I kept thinking of that big fucking
dick pounding the hell out of my ass. He was back to shoving more
grease up my butt. I watched him in the mirror, jacking my cock,
squeezing my nut sack, and sticking his fingers up my fucking
ass. I was coming close to blowing a load, groaning like a ten-
dollar whore.
     He sat back in his chair; I could see him in the mirror
looking down at my spread ass. "Get the fuck up and pull my jock
off with your teeth."
     I swiveled around, staring at the worn pouch full of dick
and balls. Leaning my head over I felt the heat coming off his
crotch. Tenderly, I nipped at the edge of the jock pulling it
away and then work my teeth to hold on the fabric. I pulled it
down and his dick sprung up slapping me in the face. Like a
fucking cobra, it arched out, a big, veiny cock that I could suck
down my throat. My chin rubbed against his warm balls full of
fuck juice, as I pulled on the jock passed his thighs and knees.
I stared up at him looking down at me while he smoked a cigarette
and sipped on a can of beer. After I pulled hard to get the jock
over his boots, I sat back on my haunches with the strap hanging
from my mouth.
     "Chew it," he said.
     I began pushing the jock pouch and straps into my mouth,
working it, sucking on the sweaty, stinking cloth full of jizz
juice and piss.
     "Put it on, Dickbreath."
     I reached up and pulled out the spit-covered jock, working
it up my legs. I had a hard time stuffing my swollen cock and
balls into the pouch. My crotch looked obscene, the cock ring
made my package stick out, pressing against the fabric of the
jockstrap's worn pouch. I looked like a cheap fucking whore, when
I saw myself in one of the mirrors.
     "Suck my balls, Asshole." He started to jack his cock,
making his nutsack bounce up and down against the seat of the
chair.
     I got on my knees and leaned into his crotch working his
balls into my mouth. Looking up at his face, he sat there jacking
his dick looking at us in a mirror. I reached behind me and
pulled my ass open so he had a good look at my hole.
     "Yeah, that's it you fucking slut. What a fucking whore you
are. Show me your fuckhole bitch. Stick your fingers in your
asshole, fucker." He reached into his shirt pocket and brought
out the amyl, putting the bottle in my face. I sniffed deep while
sucking on his balls, his cock sticking out over my face. He then
brought the bottle to his nose and sniffed. I went into another
world, trying to suck those fucking balls down my throat; I
worked my tongue around those hot fucking orbs full of jizz
juice. He started to jack his cock again, leaning back, watching
me shove my fingers up my fuck chute. I started fucking myself
with three fingers shoved in my ass, while he watched the show in
the mirror's reflection.
     He let go of his cock, letting it rest on my head. He then
leaned over the side of the chair and opened a gym bag, pulling
out a dildo. The rubber cock was about the size of his own dick.
He then held the plastic prick next to his cock slapping my face
with the fucking dildo. "Yeah, bitch fuck yourself, whore. What a
fucking piece of trash you are. Fuck yourself, work your hole,
you cocksucking bitch."
     I went to town on his nuts, jamming my fingers in and out of
my whole and lifting my ass up in the air so he could have a
better look. He kept looking at the mirror, jacking that big
fucking dick, while I looked up at him and sucked his balls down
my cocksucking throat.
     He grabbed the top of my hair and pulled me off his nutsack,
pushing me with his booted foot on the floor. He held the dildo
up in front of me and said, "I want you to fuck yourself on this
dildo. Come here and lick it, suck this rubber dick down your
cocksucking whore mouth like you would suck my own prick."
     "Yes sir," I said, getting back up on my knees, I leaned
over to grab the head of the dildo with my mouth. He held on to
the balls at the base while I sucked and licked the shaft of the
rubber prick. Coating the dildo with slime from my mouth, I
started to deep throat the plastic dick; coming back up to the
top, getting air, and then jamming my whore mouth back down the
shaft. He grabbed my head and jammed me down on the fucking dildo
until I choked, making me bring up more throat slime and snot,
coating the dildo.
     "I like hearing you gag fucker. What a cocksucking whore you
are, fucking your face on a plastic prick. Yeah, look at yourself
motherfucker. Look in the mirror dickhead, look at you fucking
your face with a goddamn dildo, you cheap fucking slut."
     There I was in the reflection of a mirror, jamming my mouth
up and down on this big fucking rubber prick. He grabbed me again
by my hair and yanked me off the shaft of my love toy. "Reach in
the bag and coat that cock with lube, you're going to ride that
motherfucker while you suck my dick." He handed me the dildo, and
then got up and walked back to the refrigerator, getting out two
more beers.


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      An aspiring writer.