Oh, yeah, his brother's straight. So is he, for that matter. So anyway, we're stroking and he's watching the tape and I'm more or less watching him. He noticed that I was looking at his dick more than at the slut getting porked on the tape.
"You like my dick?" he asked.
I said, "yeah, you got a nice dick." He did too, it's about seven inches, cut, with a slight, smooth upward curve. That's still my favorite kind of meat to suck on.
[]What's your dick like?
Well, not to boast, but like a surprising number of cocksuckers, I've got pretty big meat myself, a little bigger than Robbie's, maybe half an inch longer and a little fatter.
[]Robbie's your buddy?
Yeah. He started showing off his dick to me and he asked if I wanted to play with it. I immediately forgot about my own dick and reached over and started stroking his for him. It felt like magic in my hand. After a minute or so he just said, "go ahead if you want to, I won't tell anyone."
I don't know how, but somehow he knew I wanted to suck it. I knew I could trust him--we'd been buddies since kindergarten--so I just leaned over and took it in my mouth. What was your first reaction to having a dick in your mouth?
That I was in heaven. It was by far the most exciting moment in my young life. It was like his dick was electric, except in a wholly good way. I'll never forget how it felt.
[]Did he cum in your mouth?
No, not that time. He told me he was about to cum and took it out of my mouth and stroked it a couple of times and then came in quarts. Boy, did he make a mess. I went to the bathroom and got a towel and wiped him up.
[]Did you get to cum?
Yeah, I jerked off and wiped myself up and then we put the tape back where he found it so his brother wouldn't know we'd seen it.
[]What did he say afterwards?
Nothing. His mother came home about twenty minutes later and asked me to stay for dinner, but I had to go home.
[]What happened when you got home?
I jerked off about four times that night thinking about what had happened. But I was also scared he'd not want to be friends with me any more since I'd become a cocksucker. That was about the worst word you could call someone in our crowd, although most of the guys probably didn't think about what it really meant.
[]Is that what happened?
No, not at all. We hooked up in school the next day and he acted like nothing had happened. Then when we were walking home that afternoon, he asked me if I had liked it the day before. I knew what "it" was, of course, and said yeah, I had, and he said he had too. Then he asked me if I wanted to suck him off again. I said yeah, I did, and that was that. I was his cocksucker all through high school and that was just fine with me. And with him.
[]He ever suck you?
Never. He asked how I felt about giving him blow jobs while he didn't give me any and I told him that it was OK, I really enjoyed sucking him. And that was the truth. I just felt so alive when I had Robbie's dick in my mouth, when he was sharing his manhood with me so I could get him off.
[]He didn't care that his best friend had turned out to be queer?
Nope, he didn't, thank God. I wasn't a sissy or anything, but a hundred percent regular guy-guy and popular with others at school. No one in a million years would have thought I was a fag by how I acted. I just liked sucking his cock when he needed it, being the instrument of his sexual pleasure while I fed my hunger for dick. I'm still a regular kind of guy except for being totally queer for cock.
So we stayed best friends and I sucked him off two-three times a week. He'd joke with me that he was the only guy in school who never had to jerk off, because he had his very own, personal, private cocksucker.
He'd ask for it or he'd just give me that look that told me he was horny and I'd get on my knees and service him. Sometimes at school he'd whisper to me, "Guess what I want," and I could hardly wait for school to get out. After he came he'd let me nurse on his dick while I JO'd, and then we'd go play tennis or whatever, just like two normal, teenage, male friends. I could usually beat his ass in tennis, too. I'm a better athlete than he is.
[]Could you ask to suck him if you were horny?
Oh, sure, and he'd usually let me, even if he wasn't really in the mood. I took care of him when he needed it and he took care of me when I did. Like I said, we were buddies.
[]How soon before he came in your mouth the first time?
The third or fourth time.
[]You like it?
I liked making him feel good, so it was OK. But I've never liked the taste of cum much. I know a lot of cocksuckers live for the stuff, but for me, it's the dick I crave. It's being on my knees for a man, giving him pleasure while he gives me dick that I love.
Taking a guy's load is just part of the job, so to speak. But it's an important part. There's a reason we call it "service." A guy using a cocksucker has every right to expect his load to be taken, and with gratitude. I just try to have his dick down my throat when he pops. Then I look up at him and thank him with my eyes. Guys usually love that.
[]Your buddy the only guy you sucked in high school?
Oh, no. There was one other straight friend I serviced, and there were two other guys in our class who turned out to be fags too and I fooled around with them a lot once we found out that we batted for the same team. But that wasn't cocksucking--giving service--that was gay sex. None of us were out, of course.
A lot of guys fooled around together when they were horny, mostly mutual jack off, and the occasional sixty-nine. But being openly queer was way uncool and it was never, and I mean never, talked about. So it was great having a couple of friends I could be completely myself with, guys who knew I was a homo and who were homos themselves so they understood why I needed dick so much.
[]How'd you connect with the other straight guy?
We got kind of drunk one night at a party and I was staying at his house for the weekend. After we got home, we piled into bed together--he had a queen size bed in his room, so I always slept in it with him to save messing up a guest room--and pretty soon he was asleep and his dick was hanging out of his boxers so I started feeling him up. I figured I could always do the old boy-was-I-drunk-last-night-I-don't-remember-a-thing routine if necessary.
He got hard as I felt him up so I started sucking it. I guess he woke up because I felt him put his hand on the back of my head to indicate it was alright and he was enjoying it. So I continued sucking till he popped and then he just rolled over and went back to sleep and I jerked off.
[]He call you a queer the next day?
No, it turned out I wasn't the first guy he'd given access to his cock. He told me his older cousin had seduced him when he was thirteen and was still giving him head now and then. He was surprised to find out I liked sucking dick, but it was cool with him because his cousin had taught him to enjoy a good BJ. So it became a sort of regular thing. Not as often as with Robbie, but at least a couple of times a month. He had a pretty hot and heavy girl friend at that time, so he was getting plenty in the pussy department, but she wouldn't suck his dick.
[]Did Robbie know you were servicing him too?
Not at first, but he found out a couple of months later.
[]Did you tell him?
No. I always made a point of keeping the various parts of my sex life completely separate. I never told Robbie about my fooling around with the other queer guys, or even that those guys were queer. And I didn't tell him about sucking off Sam.
[]How'd he find out?
[Laughs] That's a bit of a story. It was after school was out in our junior year and I had gone over to Robbie's house one morning to play tennis with him. His family had a court.
[]I guess his family was pretty well off.
Yeah, his father's a big-deal lawyer in the city. But we were all spoiled-rotten-rich-kids, I guess. My dad's a doctor, a cardiologist. Everyone in the neighborhood's pretty well off.
Anyway, I walked into the house without knocking, like we always did. I walked into Robbie's bedroom, and found Robbie still asleep, the lazy prick. I woke him up and he started stretching his arms and legs. God, he was so gorgeous when he did that. He looked at me and said, "How about a nice wake-up blow job, cocksucker?"
[]He called you "cocksucker?"
When we were alone he would sometimes. But it was always meant--and taken--as a term of endearment. I was his cocksucker as well as his best friend, and he was my feeder as well as my best friend, and that fact meant a lot to both of us.
He stripped off his boxers and swung his legs off the side of the bed and I got down on my knees between them and started servicing him. We were really getting into it when the door to his bedroom suddenly opened. We both just about shat peach pits. Our little secret thing was going to be all over school! we were going to be revealed as queers! our lives were ruined!
But thank God it was Sam. He didn't know I sucked off Robbie, but he already knew I was a cocksucker and I knew he wouldn't tell anyone because he was sharing his dick with me too. Robbie was frantically reaching for his boxers, but I told him to calm down, it was alright.
Sam helped by saying "Don't stop, guys," and taking his own dick out of his tennis shorts and starting to stroke it. So I just went back down on Robbie, who'd lost his hard-on to put it mildly--so had I, of course, but I still had my shorts on. Pretty soon he was back in business and I took his load for him.
After Robbie popped, Sam said, "OK, it's my turn," and Robbie got off the bed and he took his place and I sucked him while Robbie went and took a shower and brushed his teeth and stuff.
[]Did you suck them off together after that?
Not as a usual thing, but several times.
[]Who had the nicer dick?
They were both real nice. Robbie's a little longer, but Sam has a nice fat one and low hangers that I loved to lick.
[]How did things change after you went to college?
In some ways not at all, in other ways a lot. Robbie went to a different college so I didn't get to see him nearly as much as when we were in school together. But he still wanted to be serviced when we were home on vacation. The first day I was back for Christmas vacation our freshman year, he called and said to come on over. No one was there besides Robbie and pretty soon he gave me that horny look of his and asked me, "are you still my cocksucker?"
I just said, "always, you know that."
"Then come and get it," he said, standing up and walking over to where I was sitting. I undid his belt and unzipped his fly, reached into his boxers and flipped out his cock and balls. On his dick was a nice red ribbon tied in a bow. "Merry Christmas, cocksucker," he said, laughing. Robbie is just the coolest straight guy I know.
[]How soon before you got some dick in college?
[Laughs] About a week. I guess it was instinct, but I found the john in the library that had a glory hole. I had never sucked dick through a glory hole, or ever sucked stranger dick for that matter. But I knew instantly what it was for and I just sat there for a while. Pretty soon someone came in and took the next stall and sat down on the john. I could see through the hole that he was playing with his meat and he could see me looking at him. So he just stood up and stuck it through and I serviced him. When he popped, he just said, "thanks, faggot," zipped up and left.
[]So you started going there regularly?
Sure did. [Laughs] And that's where I met the other cocksuckers on campus. You'd be surprised how many guys like to suck cock. Pretty soon I was friends with them. We formed a sort of secret underground sex club, taking care of each other and telling each other about hot cruisy spots. That's how I learned about Rick's.
[]What's Rick's?
Rick's was a gay bar downtown that had a backroom. I guess the owner was the police chief's brother-in-law or something because it was always full of college-age kids using fake ID's but there was never any trouble, even with all the sex going on, let alone the drinking.
[]What was the backroom like?
It was half open to the front, so you could see if there was any action going on. Dark, but not too dark to see. Along one side there was a built-in bench where the cocksuckers would sit and service the guys who came in needing blow jobs. Some nights it could get wild with maybe twenty guys in there fucking and sucking at the same time.
[]You liked it?
I loved it. It was cocksucker heaven. I had no idea such a place existed. But Eddie, another cocksucker at college, took me there one night and we sat on the bench together and we each just did one guy after another and even shared a couple of nice cocks. I was hooked.
[]How'd you meet Eddie?
In the library john at school. We encountered each other there one night when we cruised each other. But it was soon obvious that we were both cocksuckers and we became friends. He was more experienced than I--he was a class ahead of me--and he showed me the hot spots and introduced me to some of the other fags on campus. He introduced me to David.
[]Who was David?
He taught both Eddie and me how to be real cocksuckers. Not just the physical act of bringing another guy to climax with your mouth. Eddie and I were both pretty good at that by that point. But the psychological aspects of cocksucking. How to truly give service and submit to a man when he shares his dick with you, so the experience is at its best for both of you. As David told us, although cocksucking is about one man giving sexual pleasure to another, like all sex it's really about both guys getting mutual satisfaction.
[]Was he another student?
No. He was older, about thirty. Really hot. He was a lawyer and a born top, just like Eddie and I are born cocksuckers.
[]Tell me some of the things he taught you.
I guess the most important was that if you're a cocksucker you have to learn to accept yourself as a cocksucker, accept your sexual destiny so to speak: That your sexual pleasure comes from the pleasure you can give other men, that it's their dick that's important not your own. I'll never forget the first thing he told Eddie and me when we went to his apartment that first time.
[]What was that?
That "most guys need only their own dick to get sexual pleasure. But a cocksucker needs someone else's dick and that has consequences."
[]Explain that a little.
What he meant was that the guy who owns the dick you're both enjoying is the guy who calls the shots, that he's the sexually superior of the two and what he says goes. You're on your knees to take care of him, not yourself.
[]Did that bother you?
It did at first. I'm a cocksucker, but I'm still a man. I didn't like to think of myself as sexually inferior to other men just because I want to suck their dicks. But he explained that it's only during sex that a cocksucker must accept, indeed he must learn to enjoy, his sexual inferiority to the man using him so they both can get the most out of it sexually. The rest of the time you can just be friends and equals, like Robbie and I were equals as friends, even though I was his cocksucker.
I soon figured out that he was right. After all, I'm on my knees and the other guy is standing up, using me sexually because I'm a cocksucker and I want to be used. Of course I'm his sexual inferior in those circumstances.
[]So you're content to be a cocksucker?
Totally. I'm proud to be a cocksucker. I'm proud I can give so much sexual pleasure to other guys while they give me the sexiest thing in the world in exchange.
[]What's that?
[He smiles] Dick.