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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.