Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2005 07:33:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Joe Cable <joecable2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cocksucker Heaven

Copyright  2005. All rights reserved.

Comments welcome: joecable2001@yahoo.com

This story is dedicated to my buddies and fellow cocksuckers at
www.menwhoswallow.net

COCKSUCKER HEAVEN


I licked the last drops of cum off the end of the man's dick as he withdrew
it from the glory hole. "Nice job, cocksucker," I heard him say.

"Thanks, man," I told him through the hole. "I appreciate that."

I'd been on my knees for maybe half an hour, servicing dick in Rick's
backroom. This one had been my third cock of the night but my first load as
the other two hadn't wanted to cum yet so early in the night. I wiped my
mouth and waited for the next one to come through the hole. As I waited,
another guy came into the room and got on his knees at the glory hole next
to mine, waiting as well for a dick to suck.

It was a Saturday night, so I knew neither of us would have to wait long.
Right then, he and I were the only two cocksuckers in the room, but within
an hour all eight holes would be manned by guys on their knees, each hungry
for cock, each needing to nourish himself from another man's dick because
he's a cocksucker.

Rick's was different from most backroom bars in how the backroom was set
up. Instead of one large room with maybe a bench along one side, it had two
rooms with a line of glory holes between them. If you wanted to suck, you
went in the left side. If you were looking to be serviced, the right side
was for you. On the cocksucker's side, there was a bench to sit on if there
wasn't much action and a pad to kneel on beneath the glory holes so your
knees wouldn't take a beating on a long night.

And I knew this was going to be a long one for me. I had been out of town
for a week on business, and had had to be on my best behavior during the
trip. Now I was home and I needed dick as only a cocksucker can need it. I
needed to worship another man's penis, be in submission to him, feel his
dick sliding in and out of my hungry mouth as I gave willing service to
someone who was my sexual superior.

Sure, I've got a dick of my own, and a nice one too, like a lot of
cocksuckers. And I'm totally a man. There's nothing sissy or queenie about
me. But that doesn't change the fact that I need to be on my knees before
men who I feel outrank me sexually and serve their needs. It's just the way
I am and I like being what I am.

I've been sucking dick since I first discovered it with my best friend one
night when we were fourteen. We both loved it right away and I was his
cocksucker all through high school, taking care of him usually two or three
times a week, even when he had a girl friend. He was straight but he had no
hangups about using a cocksucker to get off or even about having one as a
best friend. He taught me to accept the fact that my place was on my knees
before guys like him, guys at the top of the sexual food chain. In turn, I
taught him how to be a top, how to use someone like me for our mutual
pleasure.

It's been fifteen years since the last time I sucked my buddy's dick, the
night before he got married. (I was his best man, although I hated losing
him, and we're still close friends.)

I guess because I loved being his cocksucker so much I've never really been
interested in doing anything else sexually. I guess you could say I'm a
true cocksucker, plain and simple: I willingly serve as a cumdump for guys
like him who need to get off. In exchange, they give me access to their
dicks and allow me to nourish myself from them in both the physical sense
with a nice load of cum and in the spiritual sense. Sucking dick makes me
feel whole, feel complete. When I've had a good night on my knees at a
place like Rick's or serviced one of my regulars in a long session, I just
feel so good for days afterwards because I find sucking dick so sexually
fulfilling.

If you're a cocksucker too, you know exactly what I mean by that. If you're
not, you'll never really understand what guys like me get out of sucking
dick and taking a man's load. So just trust me, we cocksuckers get what we
need from it and love doing it. That's why I go to Rick's two or three
nights a week and submit to the sexual needs of other men: so I can get
what I need.

As I waited for another cock, I looked over at the man who had taken up the
station next to mine. Mid-thirties, nice looking, nice build, dark hair,
goatee, I wouldn't have minded at all servicing him if he had been in the
other room offering me his dick. But he wasn't. He was in this room, on his
knees, waiting patiently for someone in the other room to use him. He was
my sexual equal, a fellow cocksucker.

"How you doing?" I asked?

"Pretty good, you? I'm Bill," he said, extending his hand.

"Sam. This your first time at Rick's?"

"Yeah it is. A buddy told me about it the other day. Said it was cocksucker
heaven. Figured I'd give it a try when I came to town."

"Your buddy a cocksucker too, or a feeder?"

"Cocksucker, big time. He made me one."

"How was that?" I asked.

"He used to service me when we were roommates in college, after I found out
he was a fag. Then one night we were both kind of drunk and I asked to try
it, just wanted to see for myself what he got out of sucking dick, being on
his knees for me."

"And you liked it?"

He sighed. "Yeah, I did. Having his cock in my mouth was the most exciting
sexual thing that had ever happened to me. I suddenly realized I'd been
batting for the wrong team all that time, I was as queer as he was. I
couldn't get enough of his dick."

"You take his load the first time?"

"Yeah, just swallowed it down like a good cocksucker should. He was
surprised that I took it, but I knew I wanted it."

"So he teach you the ropes about being a cocksucker?"

"Yeah, he showed me the spots around campus that were hot for
cruising. Took me to a backroom bar. Introduced me to his gay friends as
the newest recruit to the homo team."

"You cool with turning out to be a cocksucker, after you thought you were
straight?"

"Sure. I am what I am. I'm just glad I found out when I was still
young. It's kind of sad if you don't figure out you're a fag until you're
fifty or something."

"That's for sure. You'll like it here at Rick's. I've already had three
nice cocks tonight and one load of cum. I figure I need about three or four
more loads before I'm done."

"Yeah, four loads ought to do me too. You think I can get that many?"

"No problem, it's Saturday night. Guys from all over town, straight and
queer, come to Rick's to be serviced by guys like us on Saturday
night. After they've kissed their girl- or boyfriend goodnight, they come
here to get off. You'll get what you need, I promise."

Before he could reply, a dick came through the hole in front of him and he
leaned forward, opened his mouth and took it in. It was a nice one, cut,
about six inches, low-hanging balls beneath it and it had his full
attention. He took it right to the root and held it there for a few
seconds, molding his mouth and throat around it while he fondled the guy's
balls, tugging on them gently.

Then he started to suck, moving smoothly up and down on the shaft, turning
his head slightly back and forth to give a corkscrew motion, maximizing the
contact between his mouth and the other guy's penis. I could see
immediately that, like me, Bill was a total cocksucker, one who lived to
service dick. You can always tell. Most of the guys who came into our side
of Rick's backroom were that way. It was like a club for cocksuckers.  A
nice dick came through my hole, a big uncut one, and I started sucking
it. Our heads bobbed in unison as we serviced the dicks in front of us, two
fags getting what we needed from the Great God Cock.

By the time we had each taken a load, two more cocksuckers were in the
room, on their knees, already giving service. A fifth came in and patted me
on the head as he sank to his knees before the open hole on my right. I
looked over at him to see who it was.

He smiled at me. "Hey, Sambo," he said, "you getting plenty?"

"Hey, Tommy, how you doing?" I answered. "Yeah, I'm getting enough."

"Well, leave some dick for me, OK?"

"Don't worry, man, it's going to be a hot night for all of us on this side,
I just feel it."

Tommy waited for a dick to be presented for service. He didn't have long to
wait as a lovely cut seven-incher, already hard, came through his glory
hole almost instantly. He smiled over at me, knowing I'd be jealous at the
beautiful dick he was about to enjoy. I smiled back at him and gave him a
thumbs up. He went to work and soon his whole being was absorbed in the
task of giving the dick's owner the greatest possible sexual pleasure so
that he could get equal pleasure for himself. That's what cocksuckers do;
it's why we exist.

I was right. There were soon eight of us on our knees in the room, each of
us busy sucking dick and slurping up loads of cum. The other room must have
been crowded as an endless series of dicks came through the holes for
us. No sooner had one guy been satisfied than another took his place,
presenting his meat for service. We could hear them talking with each other
as they waited their turns to use a cocksucker. Probably making fun of the
guys sucking their dicks for them. But that's OK, it's just how feeders
act, protecting their self-image. Cocksuckers don't mind; it's just part of
the territory.

We were mostly quiet on our side, even those not busy servicing dick. Each
of us was lost in our private world as we worshiped cock. Some of the
cocksuckers were jerking off while they sucked, others were content just to
suck dick, not even taking their cocks out of their jeans.

Rick's was at its Saturday-night height when I was on what I hoped would be
my fourth load. I'd lost count of how many dicks had been in my mouth in
the two hours since I'd gone into the cocksucker's room and dropped to my
knees. Maybe ten. I'd recognized a few of them, either by their appearance
or by how the guy used me, but most had been truly anonymous cock, my
favorite kind. Bill on my left and Tommy on my right had been as busy as I,
servicing dick like they were starved for cum, which, of course, they were.

Bill took another load while I was still working on my fourth and then sat
back on his haunches for a minute to get his breath. I looked over at him
and he smiled at me.  "Hot night!" he said. I kept on sucking, not wanting
to break the rhythm as I sensed my guy was about to pop, but I winked at
him. The guy using me blew his wad a second later, four big spurts that hit
the back of my throat and slid down into my stomach. He withdrew and leaned
down to look into the glory hole at me.

"Thanks, man," he said. "You're a great cocksucker."

"You got a great dick, man. Thanks for sharing it." I love it when I get a
compliment like that, when a guy let's me know I've done my job for him.

"How many is that?" Bill asked.

"Four. How many for you?"

"Three. I think I'll hit the poppers on my next good one and then call it a
night. You going to keep going?"

"One more for me. Hey, Tommy, how many loads you taken?"

Tommy was busy sucking a big dick, his left hand holding the guy's
balls. But he held up four fingers with his right hand as he kept on
sucking.

On the other side of my glory hole, I could see a man approaching,
unzipping his fly and reaching in to flip out his cock and balls, as though
he were about to take a piss in a urinal. He stood in front of the hole and
unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down a few inches, letting me see his
dick in all its magnificence. It was the most beautiful penis I have ever
seen, already half hard. He slowly pushed it through the hole, ready to be
serviced.

It was perfect. It wasn't a monster, which are hard to suck anyway, but
instead my favorite kind of dick. Maybe seven and a half inches, thick,
cut, with a nice head, and at its thickest at the circumcision scar, with
just a little, gentle upward curve. Surrounding it was a thick wreath of
dark brown pubes, while beneath it, two heavy balls hung low in their
sack. Bill saw it and just looked at me, his eyes wide.

I took hold of the guy's balls and leaned forward, running my lips along
the length of his shaft, just adoring it as I got it wet. I licked his
balls for a second and then just opened my mouth and took it in, sliding
down its whole length until the head was lodged in my throat and my nose
was in his pubes. I worked my tongue and throat muscles to get his dick
seated right and then just began to suck, to pleasure this god with a
perfect dick, while I fed gratefully from it.

Bill watched me from up close. He wasn't trying to move in on it, just
wanted to be close to the action, to be within the aura of this perfect
cock and my adoration of it. But I wanted to share it with him, so I let it
out of my mouth and pointed it in his direction.

"Oh, thanks, man, thanks," he said, half in a whisper, and then he just
engulfed it and started sucking it like it was his first dick in a month
instead of his tenth or eleventh that night.

I reached into my pocket and took out a fresh bottle of poppers, stripped
off the wrapping and cracked it open. The powerful aroma spread quickly and
I held it up to my buddy's nose, stopping the other nostril with my
finger. He breathed deeply and I reversed nostrils. He inhaled again and
went back to sucking that beautiful dick.

For maybe a minute I knew he was in a space that only cocksuckers know
about, a space where there is nothing in the whole world except your mouth
and the dick that someone is sharing with you so you can service him. There
is no backroom, no Rick's, no city outside, no pain or sorrow or
shame. Just dick and the joy a cocksucker feels in sucking it, worshiping
it, servicing it, coaxing a load out of it.

When he came back to earth, he looked at me. I took a double hit of poppers
and he surrendered the cock to me so that I could know that space where he
had just been, that space where I needed to be because I'm a cocksucker and
it's our space. I took the dick into my mouth and was instantly transported
to it. For my minute of communion there was only this magnificent penis
and, for that minute, it was all mine, to worship and to pleasure and be
nourished by it.

When my head cleared, I noticed that Tommy had moved over to be up
close. He had an expression of such yearning on his face that it made me
take pity on him. He was my buddy, but he was also my fellow cocksucker. He
knew the joys and sorrows of needing other guys' dicks more than his own to
get sexual pleasure, knew the humiliation of having to beg an arrogant top
and submit to his sexual superiority, of being low man on the sexual totem
pole. He knew what it meant to be a cocksucker and had still chosen to be
one because that's what he was meant to be.

I gave him the poppers and he too entered the golden space where only guys
like us can go.

When he came back down, he surrendered the dick to me, with a smile on his
face. I took it back in as I positioned myself to finish the guy off. Tommy
and Bill were on either side. They had taken their dicks out and were
jerking as they watched me suck and I gave them the best show I could on
the best dick any of us had sucked in a long, long time.

I took another hit of poppers and passed the bottle to Tommy. Once more I
left them behind as I entered cocksucker heaven. Sliding up and down on
this beautiful penis, rock hard, and ready to pop, I was where I wanted to
be, doing what I wanted to do. I heard the guy sigh and then felt his load
flood into me, spurt after spurt of cum slid down my throat.

Finally it was over. Slowly he withdrew and his dick was mine no
longer. Once more it belonged to someone else, someone who had shared it
with me so we could both get what we needed from it. But it was no longer
mine and I missed it already. Having taken his pleasure from me, he zipped
up and left without a word.

As I came back to earth, I noticed that both Bill and Tommy had cum
themselves. "You want to cum, Sam?" Tommy said to me. "I'll take care of
you if you want."

"Thanks, Tommy, but I think I'll savor this evening for a while. I haven't
had such a hot night in a long, long time. Or such nice friends to share it
with, for that matter," I said, rubbing the back of each of their heads
with my hand. "That's why I love Rick's, where we cocksuckers can get
together, be ourselves, do what we love to do without being hassled,
fulfill our sexual destiny."

"That's for sure," Bill said, "I'll be back here often, on my knees where I
belong. After a night like this, I wouldn't go back to being straight for
anything. I want the whole world to know I suck dick and that I'm proud of
it."

We stood up and Tommy leaned over and kissed me and then kissed Bill. I
kissed Bill.

"Take care, cocksuckers," Tommy said. I'll see you all back here soon."

He was right about that, Rick's is cocksucker heaven, or at least the
entrance to it, and we're cocksuckers.