Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 17:50:04 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Red Lips

Red Lips
By: Moore

ONE

"We are sunk."

"Not necessarily."

"No, huh? Look at them, Steven."

"Yeah, so? They're girls."

"So I grew up in a bible belt state like this one. I know
girls like these and sex is the furthest thing from their
minds. The only cocks they've seen are the ones strutting
around the barnyard with the chickens.  No, we're sunk
alright. Finding a cocksucker on this campus is going to
be impossible."

A number of well-serviced guys from my high school back
east would have disagreed with my college roommate's
conclusion.

"You think they did it because I'm black and you're a
jew?"

Tyrone Pilkington, Ty, my roomie, is black. Very black
very big, very well hung and I've been dying to get into
his pants since the semester began. "Did what?" I said
absently, my mind already thinking of what I had to buy.

"Gave us this impossible assignment to keep us out of the
fraternity?"

I just shrugged. The other pledges had been given snap
assignments. He knew it, I knew it. The discrimination
was obvious, our recourse limited.  "If that's the way
you feel, then why do you want to join?"

He didn't answer and I didn't push it. I had one reason
for wanting to join a fraternity with fifty hunky guys,
C-O-C-K. Fifty available cocks for my fag mouth. I go
where the straight guys are and let nature take its
course. Ty could keep his reasons to himself if he wanted
to.  The why wasn't nearly as important as the how badly
he wanted to join.

TWO

Ty's an early riser and he showers in the morning before
he puts in his contact lenses.  Myopia is god's gift to
fags like myself, a life-long queer with 20/20 vision who
likes to look at naked guys.

His routine never varies, only the intensity of his
morning erection, depending in part I think on how much
he's had to drink before hitting the sack.  Some mornings
his fabulous dick is like the swizzle stick in a martini,
straight up with a couple of oversized black olives. On
other mornings he's a line drive, a frozen rope if you
will. Seven or eight inches of mouth watering black dick
that's stiffer than the clothes rod in the closet.

~~~~

There is no doubt in my mind that I was born queer. I was
the kid who convinced the other boys, not the girls, to
play doctor in kindergarten. The precocious adolescent
kid who took off his bathing suit at boys only swim at
the Y, even though it wasn't required, who lingered in
the locker room, naked, and dared to visit the rooftop
solarium to look at all the naked men.

In junior high, I was the kid with the Playboy and
Hustler magazines hidden in his basement for the other
boys to drool over. The kid who urged the others into
games of strip poker, always losing quickly and
intentionally because I wanted to be naked while the
other boys were dressed, and show them how I masturbated.
I was the kid who "volunteered" to go first; touching,
wanking, licking and finally, in 8th grade, taking
another boy's cock between my lips and sucking his prick
until he ejaculated into my mouth.

I was the uninhibited young boy scout at summer camp who
walked naked through the woods from the bunkhouse to the
lake, proudly displaying his erection and newly sprouted
pubic hair. The boy who played the girl's part in the
summer show and joined in the nightly circle jerks with
the older scouts. The young scout who smoked pot behind
the bunkhouse and "smoked" a few legal joints as well.

In high school, I was the cool teenager who let his hair
grow long and got his ear pierced. Who went to Times
Square to make the drug buys and on occasion, provided
the wet sucking mouth on the working side of a glory
hole. I was the go to guy for pot and greenies, the go to
guy for a blow job when your girl friend wouldn't put
out.

~~~~
"I think I know where to find a cocksucker," I said when
Ty returned to our room with a towel around his waist.
"You're sure you want to join this fraternity?"

A week had passed since we were given our seemingly
impossible assignment.  My plan was a good one, I had
used it with straight guys with great success in the
past.  Ty had to be committed though, because he'd be the
first to use the cocksucker and he'd be the back up and
protector if the frat boys got out of hand.

"Yeah, Steven, trust me. It's very important I get in.
The cocksucker, who is she? A girl on campus?"

Straight guys like Ty always mistakenly assume that the
cocksucker is going to be a girl.  The fact of the matter
is that girls like to fuck, but they hate to suck dick.
They hate it when a guy cums on her face and tits, let
alone spurts a load of salty spunk in her mouth.  Girls
do it begrudgingly because guys like blow jobs, even more
so when the cocksucker is kneeling submissively which
makes an ordinary guy feel like a god.

Queer guys like me do it willingly because we like to
suck dick.  Going down on a guy, licking his sweaty balls
and eating out his funky smelling asshole, then looking
up at his face while his cock is thrusting between my
lips is heaven on earth.  Warm cum spurting into my
mouth, coating my tongue with sticky saltiness is a treat
that I can never get enough of.

"Trust me, Ty," I said, playfully slapping his rump.
"Nobody will be disappointed with the cocksucker I have
in mind. I have to go out to make the arrangements. Leave
your cell on and I'll call you later."

THREE

Walmart's junior department had everything I needed:
skirt, blouse, sandals, padded bra, panty hose.  "For my
sister," I explained to Edith, the grey haired saleslady
who rang up my purchases.

"You forgot panties," she said sweetly.  "They're on sale
this week."

"She doesn't wear them," I said with a smile. "Where is
the cosmetics department?"

I bought a whole bunch of stuff including long fake
press-on nails, red nail polish and remover, temporary
hair coloring that rinsed out with one shampooing, fake
eye lashes, perfume, and two tubes of the cheapest brand
of bright red lipstick they had. Margaret, another
friendly saleslady who I'm sure was only trying to be
helpful, suggested I buy a different brand, for my sister
of course. A better quality lipstick that didn't wear off
so quickly.

"Thanks, but no.  My sister doesn't mind reapplying as
often as necessary. She sort off likes to leave her mark
on things."  Things like the fifty fraternity dicks that
would be sliding between the cherry red lips of their
favorite cocksucker I thought as I wandered around the
store looking for the hair remover. Bright red lips to
draw the eye as well as the cock was a focal point of my
illusion.  

I bought some inexpensive costume jewelry, hair ribbons
and other accessories to complete the illusion.  I didn't
expect Walmart to carry the final important item on my
list, but I made a quick stop in the men's underwear
department just to be sure.

"May I help you?"

My first thought was to say no thanks to Harvey, the
thirty something salesman coming towards me, but
something in his voice and the way he moved made me think
again.

"Do you carry thongs?"

The salesman smile pasted on Harvey's face got a little
brighter, less artificial, and his bored eyes seemed to
come alive as he took a step closer.  His affirmative
response to my question was surprising and encouraging.

"Ah, yes we do have men's thongs. For yourself?"

I looked him in the eye. "Yes, for me."

"I wear them too," he said, starring back. His voice
barely above a whisper. "G strings, jock socks...all
kinds of underwear."

Now that we had pretty much established the fact that
both of us were fags...pigs do not fly and straights do
not wear thongs, period...I could finish my shopping.

I knew exactly what I needed to wear with the panty hose
to control my cock. "I'll take this one," I said, holding
up a white 2(x)ist brand thong.

"Good choice. Would you like to try it on? We're not
supposed to, but Jesus, I'd love to see you wearing it."

"It's really not necessary. I know my size."

The counter shielded his hand which was gently kneading
my crotch. "Please try it on."

Harvey went down to his knees in the dressing room along
with my pants and boxer briefs. "I've got a straight room
mate, he doesn't know I'm gay yet," I said to explain the
boxers.  I put my hands on his shoulders to steady my
self as he kissed my prick and licked my nuts and took me
deep into his mouth.

It had been a while since I'd been with a guy and Harvey
certainly knew his business. "Oh man, you're a good
cocksucker," I said when he gulped down that last of my
dick and rubbed his nose in my pubic hair.

"Yeah, I know," he said a moment later when he came up to
breathe. "A good cocksucker, that's what all my customers
tell me."

I came like a stallion and he swallowed my spunk without
missing a drop.  My dick was bone dry when he finally
released it from his mouth. Then Harvey stood up and I
went down, taking his pants with me. He was wearing a
black Jockey brand Micro Fiber thong which felt like silk
against my cheek.

"I don't have a room mate," Harvey said. "I can wear
whatever I want."

From his knees to his belly button, front and back,
Harvey was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Not a hair on
his pale white skin.  I mouthed his distended pouch until
it was sopping and his cock was thumping. Then traced my
tongue along the thin strip of micro fiber that went
under his balls, up into the hairless deep crack of his
funky smelling ass, and out again where it attached to
the waistband.

"Not too bad yourself, pal," Harvey said when I
reappeared at his straining dick.  "If I had more time
I'd ask you to fuck me."

Harvey settled for a blow job, my finger in his ass and,
after filling my mouth with a tasty load of warm cum, a
vague promise to call him real soon for an underwear
party.

With my purchases safely stowed in the trunk, I drove out
of the parking lot to find a cheap, no-tell cheaters
motel that rented rooms by the hour. I checked in under
my own name since I wasn't meeting anyone for an illicit
heterosexual or homosexual roll in the sheets.  I left an
hour later, as Susan rather than Steven, called Ty from
a phone booth and headed back to campus.

FOUR

Cocks are far more available to those on the other side
of the gender fence.  What I mean to say is that women,
even ugly women have the inside track when it comes to
getting a straight man's dick.  You can't fight city
hall, homophobia or human nature so that's why I learned
how to use make-up and nail polish, select the right
clothes, walk, talk, giggle and act like a teenage
girl...a rare teenage girl who liked to suck dick.

Despite the fact that I was a terrific cum swallowing,
ball licking, cocksucker...I was also a fag and straight
guys began to shun me once they started dating in high
school. The multiple daily blow jobs in the locker room
dwindled down to one or two a week. Guys lining up for a
turn in my hot pussy mouth became a distant memory.
Dressing and acting like a girl did wonders for my sex
life.

Ty, as instructed, was waiting in the lobby to escort me
upstairs to our dorm room.  The security guard looked
pissed that a pretty white girl was being met by one of
the few black guys on campus.

"Hi, I'm Susan," I said in the elevator.

Ty looked befuddled.

"Steven sent me."

He just starred at me, speechless.

"You know, the cocksucker."

"But, but...you're not ugly."

"Gee, thanks."

"No, I mean you're...you're beautiful. I was sure Steven
would find some, never mind, forget it."

I followed him down the hall from the elevator to our
room, freshening my lipstick while he fumbled with the
lock.

"So you're the cocksucker?" Ty said. A less than
brilliant opening line, but it warmed the cockles of my
heart and the cock and balls safely tucked away in panty
hose and thong.

"Yes, well sort of. Steven explained the situation and I
want to help you out.  Shall we get started?"

"Started?"  Ty looked as though I'd hit him with my
purse. "Ah, what do you mean?"

"A blow job. I'm kind of knew at this so you'll have to
teach me how to suck cock...teach me what guys like."

"Oh."

"And I'll have to practice...practice a lot."

"Ohhhhh."

"You've had lots of blow jobs, right?  Be honest."

Ty gulped. "No, never. I, uh, I've never been with a girl
before."

A virgin! Holy shit, my stud roomie was a virgin. "We'll
learn together then.  You just relax, take off your
clothes and we'll figure it out."

I sat on the bed and watched in silence until he was down
to his white briefs.  "Let me do that," I said, motioning
him closer to the bed.

I put my hands on his hips and pressed my lips against
the distended crotch of his shorts, leaving a perfect
impression of a pair of red lips. He'd be the envy of the
floor the next time he did laundry. Then I slid them down
his massive thighs to reveal his massive cock.

"It's sooo big," I said, running my hands along the ebony
shaft. "I've never seen a cock this big or felt one this
hard. Ty, honey?"

He looked down at me. "Yes, um, what's your name again?"

"It's Susan, but I'd rather you call me cocksucker."

Too much? Nah, I was only getting started feeding his ego
before I fed on his cock.  Also, Ty needed to learn that
cocksucker is gender neutral.

"Ty, honey?" I said again.

"Yes, Su, um, cocksucker?"

"May I kiss it?"

"Kiss it? You wanna kiss my dick?"

"I think I'm supposed to kiss it and lick it before I
suck it. Your balls too, I think."

I got bumped up to first class the very first time I flew
in an airplane. Dom Perignon champagne and the finest
beluga caviar was served, the first time I'd tasted
either one. I sat six across in coach and was tossed a
bag of pretzels the second time I flew. I'd been spoiled
by my first experience, much the same as Tyrone
Pilkington was about to be spoiled by first class head.

I brought the head of his cock to my lips, teased away a
shiny drop of tasty precum with the tip of my tongue,
then spit polished the coal black shaft to a high shine.
Ty was shaking like a leaf, breathing in gasps, he wasn't
going to last long so I let him cool down for a moment
before I tongue washed his hairy balls and sweaty inner
thighs.  His ass would have to wait for round two because
he was getting close.

I slid off the bed to my knees and took him into my
mouth. Ty was no racist, but a white girl submissively
servicing a black man from her knees stirs up a lot of
old memories. A black dick in a white mouth is a huge ego
booster.

"Suck it," Ty said as he put his hands on my head and
aggressively drew me onto his throbbing dick. "Damn this
feels good, take it all, cocksucker."

I took it all, angling my head to give his head an
unobstructed pathway into my throat, and kept my lips
tight to maximize our mutual pleasure. If he climaxed
while I was helplessly impaled on his cock like this I'd
miss the pleasure of his orgasm and ejaculating sperm.
He'd nut in my throat and I wouldn't taste a thing.

Ever the gentleman, Ty backed off when I snorted through
my nose as if I couldn't breathe. Deep throat has its
place in establishing a cock's dominance, but now I had
room to suck Ty properly and use my tongue and bob my
head until he went over the top and climaxed.

Three powerful spurts of warm cum quickly filled my
mouth. Thick stuff and sticky, not too salty, four stars
in my loose system of grading the different flavors and
textures of human sperm. I've sucked off hundreds of guys
since the 8th grade, tasted and swallowed gallons of
sperm.  White, black, asian and hispanic guys have
emptied their balls in my equal opportunity mouth so I
know what I like.

I made a big show of swallowing Ty's cum, smacking my
lips with enjoyment and licking away the tiny drops that
oozed from his slit. "Did I suck you okay, Ty honey?  Was
it good for you?"

FIVE

One week, three meetings and nine blow jobs later the
cocksucker was almost ready to be introduced to the
fraternity.  Before that could happen though, Ty, who I
feared was falling in love with me, had to learn the
truth. I came out to him off campus in a no-tell motel.

I checked in first and met him at the door to the
darkened room wearing a halter top and my trusty thong
under pink hot shorts. Ty got naked and stretched out on
the bed. I crawled between his splayed legs, licked under
his hairy balls, then took him deep into my mouth.

"The party's tomorrow night, Susan.  Fifty guys. You sure
you want to go through with it?"

He wouldn't call me cocksucker anymore when we had these
little cock in my mouth conversations.

"I know how much you like to suck my dick, how much you
like it when I cum in your mouth. But jeez, Susan, going
down...giving head to fifty guys?"

I backed off Ty's cock and pressed it to my cheek.  "I'd
suck off a hundred guys for you, a thousand. They know
the rules?"

"Yeah, yeah. I told'em.  Blow jobs only, no grabbing your
tits or going for your pussy."

"You've got the commitment letter?"

"Yeah, Steven got his too.  We deliver a cocksucker and
we're in.  My dad's real pleased and I owe it all to
you."

"You owe it all to a cocksucker, Ty. Remember that. Not
me, but to a cocksucker."

Ty's eyes widened when I sat up and took off my halter
top and padded bra. "Remember, Ty, not me but to a
cocksucker."

Standing now at the foot of the bed I let the hot shorts
fall to my feet and wiped the red lipstick from my lips.
The bulging thong was all that remained. "A cocksucker,
Ty," I said in my normal voice as I peeled away my thong.

"What the...Susan? Steven!!?"

"A cocksucker, Ty. A cocksucker."

I crawled back between his legs and kissed his deflated
cock. He stiffened quickly when I took him in my mouth,
then I waited to see what he would do.

"Oh, shit. Ahh, what the fuck. Suck it, Steven! Suck my
dick, cocksucker."

SIX

Ty's still an early riser and he still showers in the
morning before he puts in his contact lenses. His routine
never varies, only the intensity of his morning erection
which, since the successful fraternity party, starts each
day with a blow job in his personal cocksucker's mouth.