Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2011 16:24:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Herold <jackherold73@yahoo.com>
Subject: It's All About Cock - Installment 1
It's All About Cock
by Hartford
The grass was a factor. Bunch of guys in the lounge, in a circle, more like
a rectangle, two joints passing in opposite directions. Lots of kidding,
idiocy, boredom into which Alex says in his great voice, "Which one of us
is most like a girl?"
The room quiets down. If anyone had else said it, it wouldn't have gone
anywhere, but Alex said it and it holds the room. A few faces turn to me. I
don't see faces turning to anyone else. A little coughing, guys looking
more at Alex and Alex says, solemnly, "Johnny what's your opinion?"
Noises of the snicker variety, a few. I get the feeling that some guys are
nervous, uneasy. I'm taken aback that Alex asked me, smart of him, putting
me on the spot when I'm on the spot already. It lures a person, dares you
to join the game, even on your own terms. I say in my fake girl's voice,
"Definitely not you, Alex."
Laughs, but not from me and not from Alex who says, simply, "Then who,
Johnny?"
"Well, I'm one possibility," I say in my own voice, thrilled by my
dare. Who is this person?
"Let's see, Johnnie, can you giggle like a girl?", Alex says. Now it's
really quiet.
"Do I have to, Alex?," Alex nods that I do have to. The guys are watching,
not looking bored.
"I can't force a giggle, Alex. A giggle comes naturally to a person."
"You're right, Johnnie. You'll show us your natural giggle when the time
comes. I like that. So show us this. Can you walk like a girl and can you
wiggle, if you can't giggle?"
A feeling, recently discovered, was washing over me, the feeling you get
from taking in the expressions of people studying you. I never used to
notice it. I would be engrossed in sizing up people I saw, but whatever
impact I might be making on those sizing up me sailed past my awareness. I
don't know what changed it, but over the past month or so something had. I
was attuned now as never before to the interested faces, and instead of
this deepening my customary shyness, the shyness melted away. I had
confidence and an attitude.
So, I walked like a girl, and I wiggled my bottom, I was wearing fairly
tight jeans, and after I walked and wiggled, I talked like a girl, which I
have a knack for, and that was a big hit. I got actual applause, which
surprised and pleased me so much that I giggled. Alex took a vote on
whether my giggle satisfied the requirement of being like a girl's. I'm
proud to say my giggle matriculated but I would bet half the guys who voted
didn't hear it in the general hubbub.
Anyway, ten minutes of kidding around and teasing and a tension is
growing. It commands the room, and Alex says in his casual way,
"So, Johnnie, do you suck cock like a girl?"
How did I not know this was coming? I do know, and I'm ready.
"Well, I can't suck cock if I don't have lipstick on, Alex," I say,
politely. I don't know how long getting a lipstick will take and it stuns
me when I realize I don't want the obstacle I've given them to be overly
difficult. But a red lipstick is produced, two in fact, and I could only
laugh, or have a heart attack. Billy held a mirror for me he swiped from
the rest room and I put on the lipstick while trying not to blank out like
a witless girl.
"Put some lipstick on your nipples, Johnnie," Alex says. It sounds like an
order.
"I have a shirt on Alex," I point out, a bit crossly.
"Take it off, honey," Alex says, sweetly.
I could do that, I tell myself.
I'm not sure what to think about "honey". I don't dislike it, and I like
it better than being ordered, or do I? Oh, man, too much to think about. I
take off my shirt and my tee shirt and instead of thinking about what is
happening I experience guys staring at me, bare to the waist. I put
lipstick on my nipples for their amusement or horniness or whatever. The
joints, meanwhile, are going around with gusto but no one offers me a
puff. I'm left out. How come? Don't they want the girl to get high? Are
they afraid she'll bite their cocks?
- - -
"I think Johnnie's ready. Here, Johnnie." Alex had pushed a chair out and
he was sitting in it, waiting. I looked around the room, a glance. I didn't
want to look at anyone so our eyes would meet. I wanted to be anonymous so
I acted as if I were, which probably made it more comfortable for most of
them, as well, but not everyone. A few guys were brazen and did look me in
the eye later on, if not then, and after a while I didn't mind it.
I felt a push on my shoulder, a soft push but a push. I didn't look back. A
couple of guys could have done it. I got the hint. I took a step, one step,
but the step pushed me, too, and the next thing I was going to Alex in the
dim, blue light, with guys watching all around, guys breathing but not
saying anything, just watching me go to Alex. Alex smiled at me like I was
a honey. "Hi, Johnnie," he said.
"Hi Alex," I forgot to use my girl's voice but I was where a girl belonged,
in front of him on my knees.
"Take it out, Johnnie," he said.
"Okay," I whispered. Alex had on chinos, with a loose lap that Alex's cock
poled into a tent. "Did that for you, Johnnie," he said while I
gaped. "Stand up, Johnnie, just for a minute. That's right. Now take off
your pants, Johnnie and your underpants. We all want to see how pretty you
are. Want to see your girl's ass."
I stripped out of the clothes. I posed like an actor in an amphitheater,
while guys looked at me, saw my cock, saw my girl's ass which I made easier
by turning for them, this way and that way, being a model more than an
actor. It felt good doing it. Why not, I was more attractive than any of
them, I had attractive legs and arms, attractive torso, attractive face,
attractive cock, too, and in the soft light you saw my clear, warm skin,
nary a blemish, nary a hair that didn't belong. Barnes said, loudly, "How
about silk stockings, guys? I got some red ones," and Barnes held up the
red silk stockings, and guys cheered and howled, and then Barnes brought
them. "Here, Johnnie. That lipstick was from me, too," he said, and he said
it with respect, and his whole manner was respectful, the way a guy is
respectful toward a girl he would like to fuck. I liked it all right, but,
I thought, do these guys realize I'm not a cocksucker by trade, do they
know I never sucked a cock in my life, that I hardly ever even thought
about sucking a cock. I said hardly ever.
"That's enough, Johnnie," Alex said.
He meant, "get on with sucking my cock!" I could see why. His cock had the
tent up higher than before. Alex was in a needful way.
- - - -
I get back on my knees. I put both hands on the stiffness, watching myself
do it, wrapping the chino folds around it, looking for the fly latch,
pulling it down in the stretched cloth, pulling hard to get it over the
hardness pushing the other way, and down it slowly comes and the fly opens
wide, showing Alex's white jockey shorts, all bulged by the cock. I look up
for encouragement, and Alex smiles, showing me his patience and his
appreciation, and I pout at him because he shouldn't have appreciated yet,
he didn't have his cock sucked yet. Then he does. I extract the cock from
his underpants and keep it in my right while I move my head and my opened
mouth.
The cock glides between my lips, over my tongue, and I suck. My head bobbs
like a girl's, except I don't have long curls to swirl or have fall over my
face. I thought I didn't know how to suck cock but it comes easily, like
I'm a natural, a cock sucking prodigy, and I'm finding this out only now
when I'm twenty years old, so many lost years of cock loving behind me,
alas. Hey, what about the years in front of me. I enter a kind of nirvana,
the cock and me. I'm vaguely aware of being in a crowded space, of
cameras, of guys saying things, of silences, and I'm keenly aware only of
the cock. I need for it to cum, which it needs, and then it does, a hot
explosion in my mouth, in my throat, one blast after the other, and I'm
gulping it down but then my mouth pulls back because of all cum and no air,
and the hot spurts hit my face, cum in my eyes, cum in my nostrils. Oh,
man!
- - - -
"Oh yeah," Alex said after awhile.
I smiled at him. I was ready for some appreciation now. I wiped my face
with my undershirt.
"We're done," Alex said, hurting my feelings by the abruptness. But we were
done, he was right, and fifteen guys were waiting to have their cocks
sucked, if they all did. They all didn't. Guys were too embarrassed or
disgusted or whatever, but six wanted it, and I sucked their cocks and made
them cum, all six. They were guys I hardly knew, the first four, guys you
would see around, maybe nod hello, names you might not remember, and they
were easier than the last two guys who I did know, hanged around with
sometimes when we were part of a larger group, guys you thought of as
second tier friends. I sucked off Baylor first. His eyes were hard as his
cock. He called me a faggot, sneered, insulted me, but his cock was hot for
my mouth, no doubt about it. I sucked away, almost enjoying the taunts.
Once, when he sniggered I gave his cock a long upward lick while I looked
up at him with my wide, blue eyes. I made him cum.
In one night, one hour, I came from being no fag at all to being the
biggest fag on campus.