True Stories From A Cocksucker
Part Eight: How Far Can Things Go?
By: Chicago Sucker (chicagosucker@hotmail.com)
NOTE: This is a continuation of true stories from my experience as a cocksucker living in Chicago. Fantasy sex is good in it's own way. 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 experiences 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 FAR CAN THINGS GO?
In the last chapter, I wrote about another true experience of mine involving a more `laid back" kind of guy. Not everyone I meet is dominant and aggressive and straight. I included that last story just to let you know that I meet all kinds of guys, and when it comes to sucking cock and servicing hot guys, I pretty much take it anyway that I can get it. This chapter is dedicated to a guy I recently met. He lives in the Chicago area and works downtown in the loop. He first contacted me after finding one of my personal ads. In his first message he wrote:
"I am a straight, married guy, but I really want to throat fuck you, since chicks have no idea how to suck cock. I want to grab your head and pound my cock deep into your throat, maybe even piss in your mouth, then shoot my load deep inside your throat so you have to swallow. I am 6', 205 lbs, bearded, bald, hairy, white with 8 1/2 cut inches. Here's the deal, I work in the loop, and, like I said, I am married, so I can only be available for a couple of hours around lunchtime. If you want to do this, just tell me where and when, within these constraints, and we'll get nasty! Today would even be great."
Well, I wrote him back, but it wasn't quick enough to hook up with him that day. In my message I gave him my phone number and he called and we decided he could come to my place over the lunch hour. When I work on the south side during the week I stay at my south side apartment. And my work schedule is often flexible because most of my time is spent on school projects, and since I meet a lot with teachers and principals, those meetings are in the early morning before school or in the afternoons or evenings, leaving much of my day open. It was common for me to be out of the office between 11:00 and 2:00 which left me plenty of time to get lunch and run errands and that sort of thing.
I was glad that this guy was a fast mover and wanted to meet right away. Sometimes it takes weeks to set up a meeting. We decided to meet that Thursday. He was planning to leave work for an extended lunch break and drive from downtown to my place on the south side, which is only a 20 minute drive, longer if traffic is heavy. I gave him detailed directions and told him how to buzz my apartment and where to find me on the third floor.
Thursday morning was hard for me to work through. I ended up leaving early and I was home before 11:00 which gave me over an hour to get ready and wait. I really hate waiting. I hate wondering if the guy is really going to show up or not. I hate not knowing what he looks like because I spend a lot of time guessing. Most of the time I'm more than satisfied with the guys looks. But most important is the attitude. This guy had an attitude that could make me do anything! When he finally got to my apartment at 12:45 I found him to be rather attractive. I never asked his age but I guessed him to be around 40. Later, when he got naked, I was turned on by his body. He was in good shape, not fat, but mot real muscular. He was filled out. He didn't have a gut, nor did he have a hard stomach with visible abs. He was exactly what he said he was: bald, hairy, 6 feet tall and about 200 pounds. And his cock was a thick-almost-nine inches. He got hard when he got undressed. I kept my clothes on because he didn't tell me to get undressed.
We didn't have a lot of time because he needed to be back at the office at around 2:00. we got right to business. We didn't talk must past the general introductions of "You found the place ok?" and "Can I get you something to drink?" I led him into my bedroom and he started to undress immediately, telling me this was gonna have to be a quick one, and he liked how it went, he would arrange for more frequent and longer sessions with me.
Before he was completely naked, I was on my knees and he sat on the bed taking the rest of his clothes off. He stood up and I waited for the instructions to start and he told me to lick his cock and balls to get them wet. His big cock was hard, thick and pulsing. I love throbbing cocks...when a guy can squeeze some internal muscle and make his cock bob up and down. I started sucking him and working his cock deeper into my mouth and throat. I remember gagging on it. In fact, I gag on his cock a lot. Once a cock grows beyond seven inches, it's hard not to gag on it when you take it in all the way.
He face fucked me on my knees for a while, his hands on my head as he pulled and pushed me back and forth in sequence with his thrusts. He wasn't going in all the way, but it was as deep as it could go in that position. And he was fast. I really get into that, the feeling of a cock sliding over your tongue, through your lips, and banging the back of your mouth in fast repetitious movements. He was close to cumming already so he slowed and eventually sat down on the edge of the bed. He had me lick and suck his balls. He had a thick bush of pubes and hair on his nuts. He moaned a lot when I worked his sack. I like moaners. And I think he could have sat there for hours and just let me keep doing it for him. But he glanced at my clock radio. I always set it about 15 minutes fast, and he suddenly stood up. He didn't say anything but just grabbed me and pushed me around so that I was backed up against the bed with him standing there. He fucked into my mouth a while before leaning forward and pushing my back against the bed. My bed is kinda high off the ground, and at this point I wasn't actually kneeling, but sitting on the floor with my legs bent under me so that my feet were under the bed and my head was tilted back and pinned on top of the mattress. He leaned forward, his cock in my mouth, and he pushed forward, sending it deep. The next 3 minutes were filled with rough, urgent thrusting, coming fast and hard. He was grunting and breathing hard and without saying anything, he unloaded in my throat. I gagged on it and breathed loudly through my nose as I took what he gave me.
He pulled out, stood up and caught his breath. He sat down and I went to get him a towel to wipe the spit off his cock and the sweat off his chest. He asked for a glass of water. When I came back he was mostly dressed and he said he needed to get back to work. I told him the clock was fast and he just sort of grunted. I think he thought I was asking for more time. But I knew it was gonna be quick. Most first times are like that. I get a lot of guys saying they want to "test drive" me and that if they like what I can do for them, they will be back. And this guy did and continues to come back. But each time it gets more and more involved and more and more intense. That's why I titled this chapter "How Far Can Things Go?"
I've been asked not to use his name, so I'll continue calling him "this guy." Anyway, this guy sent emails and called me to set up more meetings. But like I said, the started to get more and more intense:
"I've a younger friend that also likes to slam his cock down a willing (or even unwilling) throat, so he might want to come along!!! DO you want us to pound away, even if your throat is getting raw and sore?? DO you want me to ram it in to the hilt, then make you keep swallowing, fighting off your reflex to gag?? What if I wanted to piss down your throat??"
I wrote him back and we even spent time on the phone discussing things. I don't need to elaborate here, because if you are familiar with my past chapters, you know how I answered his questions! The first time he brought his friend along I thought I was gonna die. His friend was very hot, quite a bit younger and in near perfect shape. He definitely spent a lot of time in the gym. How these two became friends I never found out. I never ask personal questions and figure that the guys will tell me all they want me to know. The other reason I thought I was die was because this new guy, whose cock wasn't as big as his buddy's, really knows how to fuck. This guy is not shy, let me tell you. And he is far from gentle. He's just as quiet as his friend though. They both didn't have much to say. But the new guy was a true stud, confidant with his body and his fucking ability. he seemed to bring out a more aggressive side to the original older guy, and that was cool. They took turns using my mouth, usually fucking my face hard in different positions, each taking about two minutes at a time. When they'd switch, the guy taking over was rested and would begin an energetic assault.
They enjoyed the tag team method and so did I!
Usually our meetings were over the lunch period and lasted 45 minutes to an hour. I usually got one load from the older guy and two from the younger stud. The younger one didn't do watersports, so the older guy gave me a load of piss at the end while his buddy cleaned up in the bathroom.
I never really talked to the younger guy. The older guy, the one who originally answered my ad, remained the contact person and we emailed almost daily. He had gotten to know me sexual preferences quite well and he was excited by coming up with ways to push the limits of our previous meetings. After the second time I met both of them for lunch at my place, I was sent an email that informed me what was on the agenda for next time:
"I want to tie your hands together so you can't stop us from driving down your throat. Also, before we start using you like a suck-pig, I want to lube up your dick and jack you off till you shoot, so you will enjoy it less, and be more likely to squirm and beg us to stop."
We arranged another lunch time meeting. I was instructed to be naked when they got there and to have the needed supplies ready. When they got there, they found me where I was supposed to be and I was immediately tied up. I've had this done many times before and several times since. There's something about having your hands tied behind your back that makes sucking cock so much more intense. Not just for me, but many guys (and a lot of them are straight) really get into this and I have to admit, I do "plant the seed" in a few of their imaginations. But I'm more excited if the guy comes up with the idea on his own.
I wasn't too crazy about being jacked off though. I liked the concept of having to service two guys right after I had just gotten off. For me, cumming doesn't mean anything. I can cum and or not cum. But if I do cum, that doesn't mean it's the end. I'm just as horny after as I am before. But for some guys, once they cum, they're done with sex for a while. So the plan to jerk me off first so that I would enjoy it less, and be more likely to squirm" wasn't really going to change things for me. But the guys were excited thinking that it would, so I went along with it for their sakes. Getting me off is not easy, especially if you think you're gonna do it by just jerking me off. And when the guy tried it the first time, I had a hard time just getting it up in front of them. It wasn't cuz I wasn't turned on.
I just don't get turned on by my cock or by getting a hand job or blow job from someone. I knew this and I feared it was gonna happen. So after a while, knowing there wasn't much time to waste, I broke one of my own rules and actually made a suggestion. Usually I don't say anything to the guys I service. I never say lets do it standing up" or "would it be ok if I laid on my back..." I just don't think it's my place to make those suggestions or make any decisions. And I only speak when spoken to and I only do what I am told. I never jerk myself off while I'm servicing another guy. Personally I think it is rude and rather selfish. It would be like I'm using them to get off instead of them using me...the way nature intended! OK, actually I'm being serious here. I know other cocksuckers who play with their own cocks while sucking another guy. I never do this unless I'm told to do so. Like I said, otherwise I think it is rude. And also I refrain from jerking off out of respect for the guys I'm with. Most of them are straight and they have no interest in seeing another man's cock or having another man shoot his load. So, I just don't do that for all these reasons. I don't like anything to be centered on me. So that is why it was difficult for me to even stay hard while this guy tried to jerk me before our session started. So, I made a suggestion. And that was for me to lay on my back and rim the younger guy while the older guy jerked me. Well, that worked! It works every time. In fact, guys who know me know that I need to be busy" if they expect me to get off. So eating ass or sucking cock or licking balls or feet while I jerk will get me off faster than just doing nothing while some guy strokes me. So that's what we did. I ate out the young dude's ass and came in a matter of minutes.
Once that was done, I wiped up my cum. And as my cock softened, I was put on my knees and the face fucking started. Both kept me up against the wall and did the tag team thing. The back of my mouth took a good beating but it felt wonderful. Both guys blew in my mouth. The young guy first, flowed by the older guy. There wasn't time to get a second load from the young stud. And I didn't get any piss either. But it was still hot and I'd settle for a couple good face fucks like that any day.
A while passed before I heard from the guy again. We attempted another lunch meeting but it was cancelled last minute. After that, the guy was going on vacation, but he wrote me before he left:
When I get back, I'm going to try and get a couple of others to join me, so we can really torture your throat for a very long time. I know one that even you might not be able to swallow, but it would be fun watching you try!!
It took about a month before we met again. And this time I went to the guy's apartment. And like he said, he did try to get a couple more guys to join in. But only one guy could make it. And to my disappointment, it wasn't the dude with the big cock. In fact, I never did get to meet him or find out how big his schlong was. I've dropped a couple hints since then, asking if this guy could join us sometime again. Maybe I'll eventually get to try and swallow him while the others watch. But for now, I had three guys to service. The original guy and his younger friend were there, and the new third guy wasn't too bad either. He was about the same age as the original guy, in his early forties. His cock was the smallest, about 6.5 or 7 at the most, and not very thick, but it did just as much damage to my mouth and throat as the other cocks. I was taking turns sucking them in different positions and locations through out the apartment. There was a lot of thrusting and face fucking, but there was a lot of me just sucking too, while the tree sat on the couch watching porn. I got seven loads, two from each of the older guys, and three from the young dude. I wore them out I think, because when they stopped, I was still hungry for more. I could have stayed all day!
I got a sense that the two new guys were not as kinky and creative as the original guy. And that was confirmed later when our meetings just sort of wound down. A couple months passed where nothing happened. I did get an occasional email from the original guy and I wrote him a few times to remind him I was still available for him and his friends any time. And that's another thing I do. I never write or call a guy and ask for another hook up. I don't pester them or beg them...unless I'm told to do so! Yeah, a lot of guys like the begging, but they don't want to be annoyed by a fag writing and calling and asking when can we hook up again. So I don't do that. I just keep in touch and politely thank them for the time we had together and remind them that I am always available for their use when they want it. I'm not pushy or annoying, but I am persistent. There's a big difference.
The original guy is working on something `special" he told me. And last month I found out what it is:
"I think you will find what I have planned for you will meet your expectations, and perhaps exceed. I will be inviting many to join in, and because of the possibility of a jagged time line, I am going to do this at the baths, so I need an approximation of when you will be available, either at 9:30 in the morning or at about noon. Give me a day of the week, where, with several days notice, you can make yourself available. I am going to turn you into a toilet oral pig - you will take whatever is put into your mouth willingly, and swallow whatever squirts out. You will have your head held tightly while hard cock is slammed into you and down your throat. Before anything starts you will be milked dry, to eliminate any sexual excitement you might get from this session. Any and every cock offered to you must be taken, black, white, hispanic, asian, cut, uncut, big, small, rock hard or soft. You will be used till I am sure you have been used enough. If someone needs to piss, you will take it, no questions. Any refusal, or any clamping of the teeth, or any complaints, or anyone feeling a bite or nibble, and I will hog tie you, and leave you for any and everyone to fuck in the ass, and I know you don't want that. Is this all understood? Do you know what you will be getting in to? So, tell me a day of the week you can guarantee you will be available with two days notice in the next several weeks."
Again, the concept of this sounds awesome, but I'm not one to frequent the bath houses around Chicago. Only been there once when a friend just suggested we go there and see what it was like. I didn't like it and we didn't stay long and we didn't do anything with each other or anyone else. I'm not much for just meeting anyone and doing anything. Some of you have seen my picture. Some of you have met me. You know that I'm a good looking guy and I'm usually hit on and approached by guys who want to suck me and who want me to fuck them. Few guys approach me and say "You're hot. I want to fuck you in the mouth!" So that's why I rely on personal ads, phone lines and chat rooms. I lay out exactly what I am looking for weed out the guys who don't fit with what I want to do. There's nothing more frustrating than meeting a hot guy somewhere, thinking that it would be awesome to blow him and swallow his load, only to find out he's thinking the same thing about me. And then when we are alone, he's trying to suck me and asking me to fuck him. Or worse yet, he wants to 69! I hate that! if I suck someone they better damn well pay attention. And if they're fucking me in the throat, the minute they bend down to put my cock in their mouth, they forget what they are doing and the whole session is ruined. Anyway, I'm getting off the subject!
We haven't finalized any dates for this meeting. Like I said, I like the concept. And I am willing to do this because I know the guy and he knows what I like. And did you notice he also knows what I don't like? That threat to be hog tied and left at bath house for anyone to fuck me in the ass would piss me off big time. I know I'm putting myself at risk each time I allow a guy to tie me up. But so far, no one has crossed the line. Gay guys tend to try and push things past my limits. But I have never had a straight guy do anything to me that he knew I wasn't into. Straight guys tend to respect me more, because they know that I respect them and trust them. And they trust me too, knowing that I know a lot of them are married or have girlfriends. And they appreciate that I'm patient with them. That I understand when our meetings get cancelled at the last minute because they can't get away from the bitch. And they really appreciate my willingness to go at their pace and to allow them to explore what they want to do, and to ask questions and get honest answers. So, I trust this guy who wants to tie me up in a bathhouse. I think I'd regret not trying this if I don't go through with it. And if and when this happens, I'll dedicate a chapter to it so that you all know how it went down.
In the meantime, I have plenty more stories to tell. Many have written to ask questions about Christopher and requesting more details about my experiences with him. Well, I have some great ones to share with you. So, yeah, there will be more Christopher stories coming soon. I also want to tell you about the guy with the biggest cum loads I have ever seen. He's a freak of nature! But it's an interesting story. So watch for that one coming soon too!
If you have any questions or comments about me or my experiences, or if you want to share some of your true stories with me (many of you have...so thanks), or if you want some advice on how to find a good cocksucker or tips on finding hot straight guys to suck, just write and let me know. I answer every email I get. But preference is given to those who want to hook up and meet me, especially aggressive top guys into face and throat fucking and/or any of the fetishes I have mentioned in my experiences in these stories. I'm in Chicago, but travel is not an issue for me. So even if you're nowhere near the Midwest, write anyway. I'm planning a trip to Canada this fall to meet a guy who has been reading my stories. So, you never know, I might show up in your neck of the woods' so you can get your cock into my neck! Hope to hear from you!