Cocksucker Blues By Linda Laving lindalaving@hotmail.com
It was open mike night in the club, and I was in the closet that passed as a dressing room on my knees as the owner, a 30-something Italian guy, grunted and I felt the warmth flood my mouth as he drained his thick musky cum onto my tongue. I sucked out the last few drops when he was done and swallowed down the mouthful, which joined the previous four I'd already consumed that evening and felt it sliding down my throat on the way to my stomach.
I was already dressed for the show in a black leather mini skirt and black leather knee length boots with pointed toes and 4" stiletto heels, and for contrast was wearing a black lace halter top and a black lace garter belt that was visible below the mini and holding up a pair of black lace top garter stockings.
I'm 5'8" and 135 lbs., with smallish tits from the hormones I'd been on the last few years. My hair was it's usual gold blonde, shoulder length, and my makeup was heavy for the spotlight with black mascara and eyeliner, eyeshadow in silver and charcoal shades, and dark plum blush with blood red polish on my long nails. And for jewelry I only had on 3 pairs of large graduated silver hoops in my three ear piercings and a silver chain bracelet.
I always showed up early on these nights because I liked to start the evening by sucking off the owner and the other various interested male employees because, well, I liked it. But it also got me the use of the dressing room as well as a preferred timeslot at the microphone. I liked to perform late enough that a full audience is there and early enough that there's plenty of time left over to take care of other things. As the owner zipped up his pants he said `Thanks ...and it looks like you're up soon'
I walked over to the small table and mirror in the corner and quickly fixed my lipstick and wiped off a small drop of cum that had somehow landed on my chin. There was a water pitcher and glass on the table but I passed on that, I liked going out with the strong taste of cum in my mouth and the slickness in my throat didn't hurt my singing.
Picking up my old black Strat, I slipped inside the strap, slipped my glass slide on my pinkie, and walked out of the room and over to the side of the small stage where the comedian preceding me was just finishing up. He walked off the stage and as the applause died down the owner walked up to the microphone to announce me. Most of you already know the next performer, she's a regular here, and multi talented' He paused for a second and reached down to touch his zipper and smiled, and many of the regulars cheered So let's give it up for Cindy Swallow' ...My stage name.
I walked out on the stage and over to the spotlight and microphone and plugged my Strat into the amp next to it to some applause and catcalls. I hit a chord to check the volume, adjusted a few dials on the amp, and said into the mike "I call this one Cocksucker's Blues - I hope you like it. I jumped right into the slide riff, the song being loosely based on `Statesboro Blues', and while I certainly wasn't a Duane Allman, I thought I sounded all right as I played the intro, and then went into the chord rhythms and sang.
"Sit down baby, and take off your coat Sit down baby, and take off your coat I need to have my mouth fucked And feel your cum slide down my throat"
As I played the slide riff I noticed some confused expressions in the audience. I smiled, and then went into the second verse
"I woke up this morning, had the cocksucker blues I woke up this morning, had the cocksucker blues Well I need a shot of man juice, like an alky needs her booze"
I started the bass riff and went into the chorus:
"Well, I put my mouth around em Move my hot lips in and out Press my tongue against the cockhead Till the sperm begins to spout Then I drain em till they're empty Swallow down my load of goo Then I'm ready for the next one Baby, it could be you"
And then went right into the next verse
"I love that semen, and I suck it out with skill Yes, I love that semen, and I suck it out with skill I can drink it down all morning Till my belly starts to fill (and I sure will like it)"
I stepped back from the microphone and went into a run with the slide and checked out the audience as I played the instrumental verse. The regulars knew everything about me, but there were always a good amount of new people at any given show, and it usually took awhile for some of them to catch on. My singing voice was fairly androgynous and not a quick giveaway, especially when I was doing blues, but even if they weren't reading me physically the lyrics were like nothing they'd ever heard before and I doubt they'd ever seen anyone playing the blues dressed as I was. The final verse came up and I finished the song.
"So, Sit down baby, and take off your coat Sit down baby, and take off your coat I need to have my mouth fucked And feel your cum slide down my throat"
As my last note faded out, the room was silent for a moment, and then the regular crowd applauded but many of the first timers looked more confused than before and a couple of the women, though there weren't many, actually looked embarrassed. But that was nothing new.
Prologue: I'd always been crazy about the blues, since I'd heard an old Elmore James recording of Dust My Broom' as a kid. From there I started searching and discovered all the others, from Howlin' Wolf to the Three Kings (Albert, B.B., and Freddie) and when I found an older version of Hoochie Coochie Man' by Muddy Waters I wore it out playing it so much.
By my early teens I had managed to get a guitar and spent hours practicing, trying to get all the riffs and progressions down, and learning the words to the songs. But by then I had already discovered my girl side, and when I was going through my girl binge' periods the guitar would lay there gathering dust till I purged' the girl and the guy side came back ... when the guitar would get dusted off and the blues would start up again.
When the clapping stopped, I stepped back up to the mike to announce the next song. "It's obvious where I stole this one from, and I'm sure you all know the other version of it, so here it is" And I started tapping my foot and hit the first five bass notes and started singing.
"The gypsy told my mother Before I was born You're gonna have a girl child Who'll be ready for porn What she didn't tell my mother And what really caused a shock I was born with no vagina But instead I had a cock
Well I'm a hoochie coochie chick I'm the chick who's got a dick And I ain't much good for fucking But I can really suck your stick"
Looking out at the audience now I saw the confusion was gone. The new guys finally got it, and I saw one of the couples get up to leave, apparently offended. But that was nothing new either, and I went into the next verse
"I can drop to my knees Slip my mouth round your pole Wet and slick and soft Like a hot fuck hole Run my tongue up the shaft As you slide past my lips And you start to fuck my mouth With a thrust of your hips
Well, I'm a hoochie coochie chick I'm the chick who's got a dick And I ain't much good for fucking But I can really suck your stick"
I went into a short guitar run at this point, a standard blues riff, before I went into the last verse
"I will look in your eyes As your cum starts to blast Let it pool on my tongue So the taste will last Gulp it down with a slurp Feel it slide down my throat Till it ends in my belly And that's all she wrote
Well I'm a hoochie coochie chick I'm the chick that's got a dick And I ain't much good for fucking But I can really suck your stick"
***** Prologue Cont'd: As the years went by my girl side took on more importance and the guitar laid gathering dust for longer and longer periods. I began to grow my nails long and eventually got to a point where I couldn't play guitar with them if I wanted to, especially with my fretting hand. I stopped playing guitar completely, though I never stopped listening to the blues.
I started seeing guys regularly and discovered my second true love - sucking cocks and drinking cum. For awhile, that was my only focus and I began meeting guys anywhere I could. The transgender clubs were the first places, then meetings through the Internet, and then I found the adult bookstores with booths where I was able to go and sometimes suck off a dozen guys, one after another, almost anytime I wanted. But the booths all got closed down, the Internet meetings took a lot of time to set up with a single load of cum for the payoff, and the transgender clubs started getting old.
But one day I was watching, of all things, a bluegrass concert on TV and I saw Dolly Parton playing guitar with those ridiculously long nails of hers - and then for the next song she switched to a dobro and started playing that with a slide. And a light went off in my head.
By this time in my life there had already come a point when the separation between girl side and guy side had ceased to exist and it all just became me. And I really missed playing the blues, so I started picking up the guitar again despite the nails,and though it was ridiculous in the beginning I kept working at it and started developing a different style. I began using open tunings and lots of bar chords, taught myself to play the slide, and kept practicing fretting the strings with my fingers held flat to get around the nails. And with my right hand I threw away the flat pick and began to use metal finger picks like the dobro players do, which protected my long nails. And eventually I got pretty good and started playing again regularly, though just for myself.
One night, though, I was out at a large TG social girl event and there was a live band playing - mostly pop crap and classic rock covers but towards the end of their first set I heard a familiar opening riff and they went into `Key To The Highway', and I realized that these guys could actually play. So when they got their break I went up to the band and told them I'd really liked that song. And the guitar player told me that they were really a blues band but they needed the money so they did what they had to.
We started talking and I told him I was also a wannabee blues player/singer, and he offered me his guitar and I started doing a few chords and went into Stormy Monday'. He listened quietly for a few minutes, and then said "Do you ever play anywhere?" When I told him I didn't, he told me about this blues club he went to that had an open mike night every week - and that's what got me started at the club. And after the break he asked me to sit in the band with his other guitar and we did what was (to me) a fairly cool version of Spoonful' ... the Howlin' Wolf version ... and the applause felt nice.
I waited again till the applause and rowdy comments died down, and went again up to the mike. "This is open mike night, so I'm going to do my last song before I turn it over to the next performer. This one is an original, and I call it Invitation Blues", and smiled as I started playing. It was written around a standard blues progression in `E', and I began singing.
"When the show is over, you can find me in my van When the show is over, you know I'll be in my van I'll be on my knees and waiting To suck as many cocks as I can
If you're looking for a blowjob, you know you're gonna score If you're looking for a blowjob, you know you're gonna score And it won't cost you nothing I'm a slut but I ain't no whore
I've got couches in the back, so you can sit and watch Until it gets to be your turn babe, you can sit and watch But it won't be long until I Get my mouth and lips right in your crotch"
I took a few bars on the guitar and then went into the chorus and final verse
"If you're white or black or brown If you're old or if you're young I will suck you till you drain your Sticky semen on my tongue You can fill me with your sperm Until my tonsils start to float Or even hold my head in place And cum right down my throat
So when the show is over, you will find me in my van When the show is over, you know I'll be in my van I'll be on my knees and waiting To suck as many cocks as I can"
I played the final notes, said "Thank you" over the applause, and headed off the stage. I headed into the dressing room and put my guitar in it's case, walked over to the bathroom to pee and fix my lipstick, and then headed back to the dressing room where I grabbed my purse and guitar case, stuck my head in the office to say goodbye to the owner, and headed out the back door.
To the left of the back door was an alley with tall privacy fencing, and the owner let me park my van there when I played at the club. There were already a half dozen or so guys out back, and I walked to the van and put my guitar in the back.
My van was a full size conversion van, with a raised roof so you could stand in the back if you wanted to and dark curtains on all sides as well as behind the drivers seat - but the windows were also darkened so I left the curtains open so there'd be some light from the flood lamps in the alley. There was L shaped couch seating along the back and up the drivers side, and a jump seat behind the passenger seat. And the floor of the van was covered with a very soft nylon carpet over 4 layers of thick carpet foam padding so it was very easy on the knees.
I'd parked the van earlier as I usually do, with the passenger side double doors toward the bar wall, and since it was a very comfortable night I would be able to leave the doors open if I wanted to. The first group of guys out there were all regulars, not the shy types, and as I waved them towards the van they started piling in, starting at the jump seat and then sitting along the side and down the back. Generally the van would comfortably fit 8 guys at a time, and when they were all in and seated I kneeled down at the jump seat where the guy sitting had already dropped his pants and underwear and his cock was waiting for me half erect.
I leaned forward and slid my mouth down over his cock and began to lick and softly suck as I slowly moved my mouth up and down his shaft, and had my left hand very lightly over his balls. He got hard immediately, and after a few minutes I started stroking his shaft with my right hand in rhythm with my mouth, and it wasn't long till he moaned and twitched and his cum splashed against the roof of my mouth, then splashed a second time before slowing to a trickle. I'd moved my lips to the cockhead and let him empty his rather mild tasting juices into me, and when he was done I straightened up and swallowed down my mouthful and felt the warmth moving down my throat.
He said `Thanks' and quickly pulled up his pants and slipped off the jump seat to his left and was out the door - and as the next guy moved over from the side couch to the jump seat, everyone slid down, and one of the guys waiting outside stepped in the van behind me and sat in the recently open seat in the rear.
The next guy had already dropped his pants and shorts, and as I leaned forward to take the second guy in my mouth I noticed in my side vision that most of the guys had their zippers and waistbands open and they were stroking themselves slowly as they waited for the cock in front of me slide in and out of my lips.
As usual I'd placed empty clear plastic drink cups in all the cup holders in the back, and before I took the cock between my lips I said `Guys, please make sure that if you can't hold back or just don't feel like it, that you use the cups to catch your cum. I really don't want a mess in the van' A few of the guys made assenting noises, and a few reached for cups (either for caution or because they were the guys that wanted to watch and jerk off instead of using my mouth)
The second guy didn't require much effort, he was all ready to go and I had only slid my hot slick mouth up and down him a few times when he grunted and my mouth began to fill - no spurt, no blast, just a penis faucet turned on inside my mouth as his thick sperm flowed steadily for about 20 seconds, and I kept my lips tight against his shaft and let his discharge pool up against my teeth and gums till he was done and then slurped everything down before removing my lips.
He pulled his pants up and left and the guys slid down on the seating but the next guy was one who always liked to stand so I pushed back the jump seat and he stood in that spot while I kneeled before him with my mouth open. This particular guy liked to slowly fuck my mouth and since he had a good cock for it, close to 8" long but very tapered at the tip, I always let him.
I kept my tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft with my lips tight against it as he slowly thrust in and out, stopping just short of my throat, and I just kept my head in the one spot, and clasped my hands behind my back while he did this. After a short while he slowly pushed his cockhead all the way inside my throat and held it there and at the same time I took my right hand from behind my back and slipped it up between his legs into his ass crack and slipped my index finger with it's long nail all the way into his ass just as he came. He softly screamed and I had a warm pulsing in my throat as he unloaded there and felt the gooey mass sliding down towards my belly. He pulled his cock out and I pulled my finger out, and the taste hit me strong as I waited for him to pull up his slacks.
For the next few hours I stayed on my knees in the van as the guys came in, waited their turn to relieve themselves in my mouth, and left. Most of the guys wanted to sit and be serviced but there were more than a few who liked to stand, and these were mostly the guys who wanted to fuck my mouth.
I can deepthroat most cocks if I want to but I've found that having a cock pounding my throat affects my singing voice so I don't let them do that. If their cock wasn't too wide I let them push into my throat to unload their sperm but I wouldn't let them hold my head in place, which gave me some control. And for the thick cocks I moved my head back when they pushed in so their cockhead lightly pressed against my tonsils as they spurted, sparing my throat a little.
As usual I could almost always sense what they needed to bring them to an orgasm, and I used my lips, mouth, and tongue with whatever suction and rhythm would coax the juices from their balls. And I used my hands and fingers at the same time to play their cock, testicles, and asshole like a musical instrument, encircling their shaft with my hand, stroking their balls lightly with my fingernails, sliding a fingertip back and forth across their rectum, or sliding a whole finger inside them to either force the orgasm or enhance it.
The guys were a wide variety as usual, white guys and black guys, and it didn't matter to me at all as long as they fed me their cum at the end with a grunt or a moan. And the cum itself was a wide variety as well. Sometimes my mouth was almost filled with their discharge and sometimes it just trickled in, some sperm loads were watery, others as thick as jelly, and still others were a combination of a watery semen base with large thick clots of sperm interspersed.
And the tastes were just as diverse with each mouthful of cum having its distinct blend of musk, spice, salt, sweet, and bitter, some very mild tasting and others almost acrid. But I swallowed, or gulped down if necessary, each mouthful as it was deposited on my tongue or in my throat and after awhile I could feel a steady flow down my gullet and my stomach was starting to feel somewhat full.
Interestingly (or not), while the black guys did have the larger cocks, on average, the single largest cock of the evening was white and close to 12" - and I did not let that one inside my throat. And the black guys also had, on average, the largest quantities of cum per ejaculation but the single largest cumload of the evening came out of one of the smallest cocks, an uncut white one that almost disappeared back into itself when soft. But when he erupted it was a deluge that quickly flooded my mouth so completely that I had to start guzzling it down while it was still gushing in, and the texture was so ropy and thick that at first gulp it got momentarily stuck in my throat and my cheeks were starting to swell with cum by the time I got it flowing down my gullet in a steady thick stream.
I'd totally lost track of how many cocks I'd serviced in that manner but eventually the crowd waiting in the van thinned out and the last guy there, standing up in front of me, pushed his long but thin cock down my throat and grunted as he spewed his juices inside me - and as he left I moved over onto the seat to give my knees a break and caught my breath.
But at the end of each evening at the club there were the guys who hung around to watch the `cleanup' - and I didn't mind, I like audiences of any type. On this particular night that crowd was larger than usual, and I looked out the doors to see several dozen guys hanging around waiting. So, after I caught my breath I stood up and collected the cups from the drink holders, each containing various amounts of cum. One at a time I slowly emptied them into a single cup, letting the last globs drip out, and when I was done I had about 3/4 of a cup full of a thick pale yellowish liquid, with thick ropy clots suspended in it.
I walked over and sat in the doorway of the van, and with anyone who wanted to watching me I raised the cup to my lips and began slowly pouring it into my mouth and gulping it down. By this time it was really cold, and extremely strong tasting, and I knew if I thought about it very much I'd start gagging and if I swallowed too slowly the globs would catch in my throat and I'd start gagging. So I didn't think about it very much and ingested the glass of sperm steadily till it was empty. At the end I let the last large glob fall onto my outstretched tongue, and them pulled in my tongue and swallowed that down as well.
I lowered the empty cup and sat there feeling the liquid slide thickly down inside me, and felt a slight wave of nausea, but that quickly passed and I stood up and looked at the guys who had watched. A few looked somewhat green around the gills but most of the guys were wide eyed, and one commented That was really gross, but really cool to watch' and I replied That's why I call it the cocksucking blues' and smiled.
They dispersed, and I pulled out some tissues and wiped the globs of cum that were on my face and chin, and wiped my hands. And then I closed the doors and went around to the drivers seat, started the van, and drove away. I slid my Best of Canned Heat' CD in the player and as Alan Wilson started singing On The Road Again' in that strange falsetto of his I started singing along - but the lyrics that immediately came to me were:
`Well I'm so tired of crying so I'm back on my knees again (I'm on my knees again) Well I'm so tired of crying so I'm back on my knees again (I'm on my knees again) I need a mouthful of cum from a horny large group of men'
OK, it needed a lot of work ... but there was always next week.
If you liked this story, please write me. lindalaving@hotmail.com