Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2004 13:10:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: joecable <joecable@gay.com>
Subject: Interview with a Cocksucker

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                   Interview with a Cocksucker

[]Thanks for agreeing to be interviewed.

     Happy to help.

[]How does a cocksucker differ from an ordinary gay guy? After
all, most gays suck dick.

     Sure they do. But for most homos, cocksucking is just part
of making love with another guy and they like to get sucked as
much as they like sucking. For cocksuckers, it's a bit different.

[]How is that?

     Well, I think it's like this. Most cocksuckers like getting
a blow job, what man doesn't, after all? But for someone like me,
sucking a man's cock till he cums--servicing him, in other words-
-without reciprocation is the ultimate in sexual satisfaction. A
cocksucker doesn't need to cum when he services, for in a very
real sense the pleasure of the man he takes care of is his
pleasure too. The more the top guy enjoys the blow job, the more
his cocksucker enjoys giving it, the more fulfilled he feels in
his role as cocksucker, the more sexually satisfied he is. And
sex is often not just about pleasure. It's also about
satisfaction.

[]So a cocksucker likes to be used sexually?

     Exactly. And, curiously, the less sexual interest the guy
using us has in us, the better. A man using a cocksucker is using
him to get his rocks off and to have his manhood worshiped, plain
and simple. That's what the cocksucker is there for, on his knees
for, to be used. So if the guy is straight or thinks cocksuckers
are the lowest of the sexual low, that's fine. That just makes it
even more of a privilege to get him off and makes his dick that
much more exciting to worship.
     You see, let's be honest, a true cocksucker needs another
man's dick more than he needs his own. That's just a fact. So the
more sexually potent the other man seems, the more masculine, the
better, the more wonderful it is to suck his dick for him.

[]How long have you been sucking dick?

     Since I was fourteen. But I'd been thinking about dick and
about sucking it ever since I started jerking off when I was a
round twelve. I guess I already knew I was a fag, but hadn't come
to grips with it yet.


[]How'd you get started?

     My best friend had found one of his older brother's porno
tapes and we were watching it on the VCR in the den of his house
one afternoon when no one else was home. We'd been jerk-off
buddies for awhile, so we both just pulled out our dicks and
started stroking.

[]This was a straight porn tape?

     Oh, yeah, his brother's straight. So is he, for that matter.
So anyway, we're stroking and he's watching the tape and I'm more
or less watching him. He noticed that I was looking at his dick
more than at the slut getting porked on the tape.
     "You like my dick?" he asked.
     I said, "yeah, you got a nice dick." He did too, it's about
seven inches, cut, with a slight, smooth upward curve. That's
still my favorite kind of meat to suck on.

[]What's your dick like?

     Well, not to boast, but like a surprising number of
cocksuckers, I've got pretty big meat myself, a little bigger
than Robbie's, maybe half an inch longer and a little fatter.

[]Robbie's your buddy?

     Yeah. He started showing off his dick to me and he asked if
I wanted to play with it. I immediately forgot about my own dick
and reached over and started stroking his for him. It felt like
magic in my hand. After a minute or so he just said, "go ahead if
you want to, I won't tell anyone."
     I don't know how, but somehow he knew I wanted to suck it. I
knew I could trust him--we'd been buddies since kindergarten--so
I just leaned over and took it in my mouth.
What was your first reaction to having a dick in your mouth?
     That I was in heaven. It was by far the most exciting moment
in my young life. It was like his dick was electric, except in a
wholly good way. I'll never forget how it felt.

[]Did he cum in your mouth?

     No, not that time. He told me he was about to cum and took
it out of my mouth and stroked it a couple of times and then came
in quarts. Boy, did he make a mess. I went to the bathroom and
got a towel and wiped him up.

[]Did you get to cum?

     Yeah, I jerked off and wiped myself up and then we put the
tape back where he found it so his brother wouldn't know we'd
seen it.

[]What did he say afterwards?

     Nothing. His mother came home about twenty minutes later and
asked me to stay for dinner, but I had to go home.

[]What happened when you got home?

     I jerked off about four times that night thinking about what
had happened. But I was also scared he'd not want to be friends
with me any more since I'd become a cocksucker. That was about
the worst word you could call someone in our crowd, although most
of the guys probably didn't think about what it really meant.

[]Is that what happened?

     No, not at all. We hooked up in school the next day and he
acted like nothing had happened. Then when we were walking home
that afternoon, he asked me if I had liked it the day before. I
knew what "it" was, of course, and said yeah, I had, and he said
he had too. Then he asked me if I wanted to suck him off again. I
said yeah, I did, and that was that. I was his cocksucker all
through high school and that was just fine with me. And with him.

[]He ever suck you?

     Never. He asked how I felt about giving him blow jobs while
he didn't give me any and I told him that it was OK, I really
enjoyed sucking him. And that was the truth. I just felt so alive
when I had Robbie's dick in my mouth, when he was sharing his
manhood with me so I could get him off.

[]He didn't care that his best friend had turned out to be queer?

     Nope, he didn't, thank God. I wasn't a sissy or anything,
but a hundred percent regular guy-guy and popular with others at
school. No one in a million years would have thought I was a fag
by how I acted. I just liked sucking his cock when he needed it,
being the instrument of his sexual pleasure while I fed my hunger
for dick. I'm still a regular kind of guy except for being
totally queer for cock.
     So we stayed best friends and I sucked him off two-three
times a week. He'd joke with me that he was the only guy in
school who never had to jerk off, because he had his very own,
personal, private cocksucker.
     He'd ask for it or he'd just give me that look that told me
he was horny and I'd get on my knees and service him. Sometimes
at school he'd whisper to me, "Guess what I want," and I could
hardly wait for school to get out. After he came he'd let me
nurse on his dick while I JO'd, and then we'd go play tennis or
whatever, just like two normal, teenage, male friends. I could
usually beat his ass in tennis, too. I'm a better athlete than he
is.

[]Could you ask to suck him if you were horny?

     Oh, sure, and he'd usually let me, even if he wasn't really
in the mood. I took care of him when he needed it and he took
care of me when I did. Like I said, we were buddies.

[]How soon before he came in your mouth the first time?

     The third or fourth time.

[]You like it?

     I liked making him feel good, so it was OK. But I've never
liked the taste of cum much. I know a lot of cocksuckers live for
the stuff, but for me, it's the dick I crave. It's being on my
knees for a man, giving him pleasure while he gives me dick that
I love.
     Taking a guy's load is just part of the job, so to speak.
But it's an important part. There's a reason we call it
"service." A guy using a cocksucker has every right to expect his
load to be taken, and with gratitude. I just try to have his dick
down my throat when he pops. Then I look up at him and thank him
with my eyes. Guys usually love that.

[]Your buddy the only guy you sucked in high school?

     Oh, no. There was one other straight friend I serviced, and
there were two other guys in our class who turned out to be fags
too and I fooled around with them a lot once we found out that we
batted for the same team. But that wasn't cocksucking--giving
service--that was gay sex. None of us were out, of course.
     A lot of guys fooled around together when they were horny,
mostly mutual jack off, and the occasional sixty-nine. But being
openly queer was way uncool and it was never, and I mean never,
talked about. So it was great having a couple of friends I could
be completely myself with, guys who knew I was a homo and who
were homos themselves so they understood why I needed dick so
much.

[]How'd you connect with the other straight guy?

     We got kind of drunk one night at a party and I was staying
at his house for the weekend. After we got home, we piled into
bed together--he had a queen size bed in his room, so I always
slept in it with him to save messing up a guest room--and pretty
soon he was asleep and his dick was hanging out of his boxers so
I started feeling him up. I figured I could always do the old
boy-was-I-drunk-last-night-I-don't-remember-a-thing routine if
necessary.
     He got hard as I felt him up so I started sucking it. I
guess he woke up because I felt him put his hand on the back of
my head to indicate it was alright and he was enjoying it. So I
continued sucking till he popped and then he just rolled over and
went back to sleep and I jerked off.

[]He call you a queer the next day?

     No, it turned out I wasn't the first guy he'd given access
to his cock. He told me his older cousin had seduced him when he
was thirteen and was still giving him head now and then. He was
surprised to find out I liked sucking dick, but it was cool with
him because his cousin had taught him to enjoy a good BJ. So it
became a sort of regular thing. Not as often as with Robbie, but
at least a couple of times a month. He had a pretty hot and heavy
girl friend at that time, so he was getting plenty in the pussy
department, but she wouldn't suck his dick.

[]Did Robbie know you were servicing him too?

     Not at first, but he found out a couple of months later.

[]Did you tell him?

     No. I always made a point of keeping the various parts of my
sex life completely separate. I never told Robbie about my
fooling around with the other queer guys, or even that those guys
were queer. And I didn't tell him about sucking off Sam.

[]How'd he find out?

     [Laughs] That's a bit of a story. It was after school was
out in our junior year and I had gone over to Robbie's house one
morning to play tennis with him. His family had a court.

[]I guess his family was pretty well off.

     Yeah, his father's a big-deal lawyer in the city. But we
were all spoiled-rotten-rich-kids, I guess. My dad's a doctor, a
cardiologist. Everyone in the neighborhood's pretty well off.
     Anyway, I walked into the house without knocking, like we
always did. I walked into Robbie's bedroom, and found Robbie
still asleep, the lazy prick. I woke him up and he started
stretching his arms and legs. God, he was so gorgeous when he did
that. He looked at me and said, "How about a nice wake-up blow
job, cocksucker?"

[]He called you "cocksucker?"

     When we were alone he would sometimes. But it was always
meant--and taken--as a term of endearment. I was his cocksucker
as well as his best friend, and he was my feeder as well as my
best friend, and that fact meant a lot to both of us.
     He stripped off his boxers and swung his legs off the side
of the bed and I got down on my knees between them and started
servicing him. We were really getting into it when the door to
his bedroom suddenly opened. We both just about shat peach pits.
Our little secret thing was going to be all over school! we were
going to be revealed as queers! our lives were ruined!
     But thank God it was Sam. He didn't know I sucked off
Robbie, but he already knew I was a cocksucker and I knew he
wouldn't tell anyone because he was sharing his dick with me too.
Robbie was frantically reaching for his boxers, but I told him to
calm down, it was alright.
     Sam helped by saying "Don't stop, guys," and taking his own
dick out of his tennis shorts and starting to stroke it. So I
just went back down on Robbie, who'd lost his hard-on to put it
mildly--so had I, of course, but I still had my shorts on. Pretty
soon he was back in business and I took his load for him.
     After Robbie popped, Sam said, "OK, it's my turn," and
Robbie got off the bed and he took his place and I sucked him
while Robbie went and took a shower and brushed his teeth and
stuff.

[]Did you suck them off together after that?

     Not as a usual thing, but several times.

[]Who had the nicer dick?

     They were both real nice. Robbie's a little longer, but Sam
has a nice fat one and low hangers that I loved to lick.

[]How did things change after you went to college?

     In some ways not at all, in other ways a lot. Robbie went to
a different college so I didn't get to see him nearly as much as
when we were in school together. But he still wanted to be
serviced when we were home on vacation. The first day I was back
for Christmas vacation our freshman year, he called and said to
come on over. No one was there besides Robbie and pretty soon he
gave me that horny look of his and asked me, "are you still my
cocksucker?"
     I just said, "always, you know that."
     "Then come and get it," he said, standing up and walking
over to where I was sitting. I undid his belt and unzipped his
fly, reached into his boxers and flipped out his cock and balls.
On his dick was a nice red ribbon tied in a bow. "Merry
Christmas, cocksucker," he said, laughing. Robbie is just the
coolest straight guy I know.

[]How soon before you got some dick in college?

     [Laughs] About a week. I guess it was instinct, but I found
the john in the library that had a glory hole. I had never sucked
dick through a glory hole, or ever sucked stranger dick for that
matter. But I knew instantly what it was for and I just sat there
for a while. Pretty soon someone came in and took the next stall
and sat down on the john. I could see through the hole that he
was playing with his meat and he could see me looking at him. So
he just stood up and stuck it through and I serviced him. When he
popped, he just said, "thanks, faggot," zipped up and left.

[]So you started going there regularly?

     Sure did. [Laughs] And that's where I met the other
cocksuckers on campus. You'd be surprised how many guys like to
suck cock. Pretty soon I was friends with them. We formed a sort
of secret underground sex club, taking care of each other and
telling each other about hot cruisy spots. That's how I learned
about Rick's.

[]What's Rick's?

     Rick's was a gay bar downtown that had a backroom. I guess
the owner was the police chief's brother-in-law or something
because it was always full of college-age kids using fake ID's
but there was never any trouble, even with all the sex going on,
let alone the drinking.

[]What was the backroom like?

     It was half open to the front, so you could see if there was
any action going on. Dark, but not too dark to see. Along one
side there was a built-in bench where the cocksuckers would sit
and service the guys who came in needing blow jobs. Some nights
it could get wild with maybe twenty guys in there fucking and
sucking at the same time.

[]You liked it?

     I loved it. It was cocksucker heaven. I had no idea such a
place existed. But Eddie, another cocksucker at college, took me
there one night and we sat on the bench together and we each just
did one guy after another and even shared a couple of nice cocks.
I was hooked.

[]How'd you meet Eddie?

     In the library john at school. We encountered each other
there one night when we cruised each other. But it was soon
obvious that we were both cocksuckers and we became friends. He
was more experienced than I--he was a class ahead of me--and he
showed me the hot spots and introduced me to some of the other
fags on campus. He introduced me to David.

[]Who was David?

     He taught both Eddie and me how to be real cocksuckers. Not
just the physical act of bringing another guy to climax with your
mouth. Eddie and I were both pretty good at that by that point.
But the psychological aspects of cocksucking. How to truly give
service and submit to a man when he shares his dick with you, so
the experience is at its best for both of you. As David told us,
although cocksucking is about one man giving sexual pleasure to
another, like all sex it's really about both guys getting mutual
satisfaction.

[]Was he another student?

     No. He was older, about thirty. Really hot. He was a lawyer
and a born top, just like Eddie and I are born cocksuckers.

[]Tell me some of the things he taught you.

     I guess the most important was that if you're a cocksucker
you have to learn to accept yourself as a cocksucker, accept your
sexual destiny so to speak: That your sexual pleasure comes from
the pleasure you can give other men, that it's their dick that's
important not your own. I'll never forget the first thing he told
Eddie and me when we went to his apartment that first time.

[]What was that?

     That "most guys need only their own dick to get sexual
pleasure. But a cocksucker needs someone else's dick and that has
consequences."

[]Explain that a little.

     What he meant was that the guy who owns the dick you're both
enjoying is the guy who calls the shots, that he's the sexually
superior of the two and what he says goes. You're on your knees
to take care of him, not yourself.

[]Did that bother you?

     It did at first. I'm a cocksucker, but I'm still a man. I
didn't like to think of myself as sexually inferior to other men
just because I want to suck their dicks. But he explained that
it's only during sex that a cocksucker must accept, indeed he
must learn to enjoy, his sexual inferiority to the man using him
so they both can get the most out of it sexually. The rest of the
time you can just be friends and equals, like Robbie and I were
equals as friends, even though I was his cocksucker.
     I soon figured out that he was right. After all, I'm on my
knees and the other guy is standing up, using me sexually because
I'm a cocksucker and I want to be used. Of course I'm his sexual
inferior in those circumstances.

[]So you're content to be a cocksucker?

     Totally. I'm proud to be a cocksucker. I'm proud I can give
so much sexual pleasure to other guys while they give me the
sexiest thing in the world in exchange.

[]What's that?

     [He smiles] Dick.


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