True Stories From A Cocksucker
Part One: How I Got Strated
By: Chicago Sucker (chicagosucker@hotmail.com)
NOTE: Fantasy sex is good. I always enjoy reading a good story here on the Nifty Archive. But no one can argue that the real thing is much better. So, I decided to write down some of my true expereinces and give others a chance to read about more than just some guy's fantasy. I am a real guy with real experiences. I live in Chicago where there are plenty of opportunities to meet and hook-up with men. I am 27 years old, 6 feet tall, 170 ponds, in shape and good looking. If you enjoy reading about my experiences, if you have any comments or questions, or if you want to set up a meeting to "put my talents to the test," feel free to contact me at the email address chicagosucker@hotmail.com.
HOW I GOT STARTED
I have trouble finding what I need from a hook-up. There is plenty of sex out there and I've met a lot of great guys but I continue to search for someone who understands what I need. Most guys assume sex is all about pleasure. And that's not really true. It's more accurate to say that sex is about being satisfied. It seems when I ook up with someone they assume that for me to be satisfied I need to be pleasured the same way they want to be, and it ends up as some mutual type of activity. I hate 69ing with a guy! And I'm not looking to get a blow job. I'm not even looking to get off sometimes. And most guys I meet can't understand that and can't imagine that I don't want something mutual.
Sometimes I have a hard time explaining it to them. I guess it goes back to my first sexual experience. It was with a guy in high school named Dan. We were both 16 at the time. We were good friends back in grade school but as we got older we were really quite different. He was into sports and was popular and attractive and got lots of attention. I wasn't into sports, and although I had friends and I wasn't shy or anything, I just didn't stand out or draw any attention to myself and pretty much went through high school unnoticed.
Dan seemed to know I was different. I didn't have a lot of guys calling me "fag" like some of the femmy boys in our school. But I wasn't into girls and dating and Dan noticed that. One time I walked in on him in a classroom and he had this girl who was in special ed in a corner and he was exposing himself and she was trying to get away. He just looked at me and laughed and I remember looking at his cock. I know he talked a lot about sex and joked about fags and stuff and a few times he let me know he was "on to me" and well, after a while the opportunity arose and he just flat out asked me if I wanted to suck him.
It was the first and only time he ever asked me that. Of course I did, and we eventually worked it out and I got to suck my first cock and after that he just made it clear that it was his right to have me suck him off whenever he wanted after that and it was my duty to do it. At first we did it often.
I recall doing him as much as three times in one day. But it tapered off and towards the end of high school I was only sucking him off once a month or so. But he always made it clear to me that he was better than me, that he was straight and I was a fag and that not only was it my duty to blow him, it was also an honour to do so.
Since Dan, I've always tried to find another guy like him. I've also had regular relationships and dated both guys and girls over the years and even had some long-term relationships, but the sex was never satisfying. It felt good and gave me pleasure but it didn't satisfy me like the times with Dan had.
I did meet a straight guy in college who was a lot like Dan and that was cool but it was short-lived. That's the problem with straight guys. They all of a sudden change their minds and don't want to be sucked off by a fag anymore.
In chicago I met a few guys that understood what I was looking for. Joe is a gay guy who I met online and we sent e-mails back and forth and he asked me a lot of questions. We eventually started talking on the phone and when I heard him describe what he wanted to do with me I knew he was understanding where I was coming from.
Our first meeting was pretty cool. He ended up getting 5 guys to show up at his shop (he has an upholstery shop on the northwest side of the city) and all of these guys were there to get sucked off by me. Joe watched it all and took control of the activities, telling me which guy to do and sometimes pushing my head down and stuff like that. He said he wanted to watch me do these guys because it pleased him. In the group were two black guys and Joe knew I wasn't into black dick but he was in charge and I sucked them because it pleased him. I was not having fun at this point! It took about 2 hours for everyone to get off in my mouth. Then everyone left, except Joe convinced one of the black dudes to stay and I ended up on my back on a table while Joe encouraged the black dude to fuck my throat. This was not doing anything for me at all. I was not enjoying it and I wanted to stop. But I heard the things Joe was saying and I could tell he was really into it and so I determined to keep going just to make him happy. After the black dude was done with me he took off. By now it was almost 3 am. Joe was really into the fact that I was taking that black dude's big cock down my throat. He decided to call his ex-boyfriend who lived in the area and he told me, that even though he was white, his cock was bigger than the black dude's. So this guy comes over and I wasn't sure I wanted to keep going. I had been sucking cock for hours. But again, Joe was so into it and I didn't want to disappoint him. His ex-boyfriend was actually kind of hot and he did have a big 9" cock, but the dude was also drunk and I think high on something (he had been out at the bars) and it took a long time to get him off.
By now it was almost 4 am and I had to be to work by 9 am. I really wanted to get home and get some sleep. All night long I had sucked cock and stayed completely dressed and never once jerked myself off or anything like that. Joe made it clear that I was there to perform a service for these guys and that was it. So now, it's just me and Joe and he's asking how I liked the events of the night and stuff and I was telling him I was tired and ready to go. But he said I had to take care of him before I left. He said watching me suck off all those guys really horned him up and he wanted to fuck my mouth. He said he planned it this way. He wanted me to be tired and have a sore throat by the time I got to him so that he could enjoy fucking my face knowing that I wasn't interested in any more sex at this point. But again, the things he was saying and the fact that he had planned this whole group for me, I figured I owed it to him.
Now I had never been with Joe before but we had talked a lot about what he likes. He likes fucking young dudes up the ass and he always kind of threatened that he was going to fuck me. I am no way into anal and told him that but he was convinced that I could be taught to get over that. But Joe really knew I wasn't into anal and he was only pushing my buttons. It was all still apart of his plan. Because he then said that if he couldn't fuck my ass he was going to fuck my face like it was an ass and give it to me rough. He then approached me with a piece of rope and said he likes to tie a dude's hands behind his back when he rapes him. And he made me turn around so he could tie my hands up. He then pushed me down on my knees and I watched as he got undressed.
Suddenly things began to fall into place. I remember talking to Joe about all this and he remembered that I got into the submissive stuff and liked rough play. His cock was hard. He was a good 7" and I was soon sucking him. He backed me up until I was against a pile of rolled up upholstery. I was on my knees, hands tied behind my back and held secure against the rolls of upholstery so that I had no way of pulling away from him or pushing him away or making him slow down or stop. He fucked my face hard. His cock repeatedly banged on the back of my throat. He wasn't shoving his cock down my throat, just shoving it straight into my mouth really hard so that it banged against my throat. This guy had a lot of stamina too, and after about 30 minutes of this I had quite a sore spot that he kept hitting. I had a bruise there for a week!
It was really starting to get uncomfortable and he could see that I was squirming and that my eyes were watering and I gagged from time to time. He was really getting into the fact that this wasn't giving me much pleasure. It was now starting to hurt like hell. But he wasn't done with me yet. He did pull out and asked me a few questions and I remember telling him he was hurting me. When I said that his eyes got narrow and he seemed to get this wild look on his face as if he was waiting for me to complain about my sore throat. He rammed me a few more times before grabbing me by the hair and pulling me down to the floor on my back. My hands were still behind my back and it wasn't very comfortable laying on the hard cement floor like that. There wasn't any carpeting underneath me. My head was in direct contact with the cement floor. He positioned himself over me, kind of sitting on my chest and pushed his dick in my mouth. He wasn't hitting the back of my throat this way so I was relieved. But he changed positions and got over me in a pushup position and for the next 15 minutes he raped my mouth as hard as he could and he was again hitting that sore spot with full force. He finally came and as he untied me he told me how hot that was and I suddenly felt a real respect for him and I was thankful that he pushed things that far. It was one of the hottest sexual encounters I have ever had.
After that, Joe and I talked a few more times. He set up another group about a month later but with only three other guys. It ended pretty much the same way with Joe roughing me up. I had another bruise after that. And he told me a story about a friend of his who is a dentist and about the time this hot chic came in to get her teeth cleaned and when the dentist looked in her mouth he saw bruises on the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat and he knew what she was doing. It was a running joke around the dental office for weeks! So Joe got this idea. He told me that I was to let him know when I had a scheduled dentist appointment because he wanted to have a session with me the night before. We never did that yet, but I'm still hoping it happens.
Joe has a boyfriend now and it's been months since I've talked to him. He still sends me an email from time to time and tells me we'll hook again sometime. I am definitely interested because I don't find many guys like Joe, guys who want to be pleasured and who really get into it when they know I'm not getting any pleasure out of what they are doing to me. But that's the beauty of rape. It might hurt like hell while the stud's using you for his pleasure, but when it's all over, you end up thanking the guy and begging for more!
NOTE: Questions and comments are welcome. If you are an aggressive top guy looking to rough up a cocksucker, I want to talk to you! I live in Chicago but travel frequently. E-mail me and we'll see if we can set something up!