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I was a Cocksucker

By: Miss_Ds_slave



Ever since I had found copies of Penthouse Letters in my older brother's room I had been curious. There were stories of men with other men there and while at first I was a bit shocked that a publication like this would have letters about gay or bi men, soon I began to realize that on one level or another they were more interesting. Perhaps it was the fact that society seemed so down on men being with men, but whatever it was I searched out those stories. I even found myself thinking of being with a man while I masturbated. Not only that, but I found I imagined myself being the one on my knees much more than the other way around.

Time went by and I began to be more and more curious about how a cock would feel in my mouth. I stroked off at least daily, often more than once, while dreaming of a cock in my mouth, feeling it grow hard, tasting the precum before it finally exploded in my mouth. I never imagined spitting out the cum, rather I always imagined how it would feel sliding down my throat. 

For a long time I was too scared to even try to do anything about these desires. I knew I wasn't gay as I loved women, loved women's bodies and had my share of encounters with women as the years went by. But I never lost my secret fantasy. I never stopped wondering how it would feel to suck a man's cock. When I was in my mid twenties events finally conspired to make my desires come true.

I had quite a collection of porn by that time. I would buy it whenever possible to have things to look at while masturbating. I liked pictures, but I liked stories even more. This was long before the days of the internet so there were only so many places a young man could find his porn. I was able to get the men's magazines, some with stories, some not at convenience stores, but the harder core stuff I knew existed was hard to find.

One day I was driving around a town about 30 miles away from mine when I happened to pass an adult book store. I had heard of them, but had no idea one was so close. I didn't stop that day but as the days went by I found myself thinking more and more about what might be available there. I was nervous about going. I mean, what if someone I knew saw me there. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that they wouldn't really know what I was buying, even if I was there, and if they were there they would be just as nervous about me seeing them as I was about being seen. Soon I could not resist and drove over to the store. 

Parking was in back and I quickly walked from my car in to the store. I was amazed at what I saw. Rows upon rows of books, magazines and movies. The walls were lined with every sort of sex toy you can imagine and some you would not believe. I was in heaven. While the place was seedy and had a weird smell I could not really identify, I felt like I had found the store of my dreams. They had sections for every kind of desire or kink you could imagine. Straight sex, lesbian sex, BDSM, gay sex, bi sex, TV's, and more. I wondered that store for an hour before I found myself drawn to the gay section. 

Seeing all those images of men sucking cock, being fucked, licking ass and kissing was incredibly exciting. I found myself buying much more than I should and headed out of that store poorer, but with a ton of new jack off material. As I was leaving I saw a door off to the side with a curtain and a sign over it that said movie booths. I asked the older, tough looking man behind the counter what was back there and he said quarter movie booths with all different types of porn movies showing. I had never seen a movie so I was very curious and asked the man behind the counter if he would hold my packages while I went back there to see. He said no problem, but I had to buy at least $5 worth of quarters to go back there. I got my change and headed back. 

Walking through the curtain I was shocked to see it was very dark, with very narrow isles between the movie booths. I could see red lights over some of the doors, and others were dark. I quickly figured out that the ones with the red light were occupied, the dark ones empty. There were maybe 50 different booths and as I walked up and down the isles I saw each had a little sign outside it that showed the movie that was playing inside. I was a bit nervous but I went to booths away from any that had someone in them and browsed the titles. I found one called 'Young Cocksucker' and quickly went inside and locked the door. There was very little light in the booth but I could see the coin slot and dropped in a quarter.

A TV came on and the first sight I saw was a young guy on his knees as a much older man fed him his cock. I could feel my cock growing hard right away and sat down on a little stool that was there to watch. The booth had a stale musty order but I could not believe how excited watching this movie was to me. I began to rub my cock through my pants and started dreaming about being the boy on his knees, sucking the cock of a man much older than me and using me for his pleasure. 

I could feel my cock beginning to leak precum and thought if I watched too much more and kept rubbing my cock I would soon cum in my pants. It was dark in the booth, I was alone, so eventually I had to open my pants and stroke my exposed cock. I felt so dirty, sitting in this booth watching a cocksucker and slowly stroking up and down my throbbing cock. I felt dirty, but more excited than I had been in a very long time.

Just as I was very close to cumming I saw a light out of the corner of my eye. I looked at it and saw that there was a hole on the side of the booth. The hole was about 4" in diameter and I could see the flicker of another movie showing through it. I realized someone must be in that booth and scared to death they would see me jacking off I quickly pulled up and fastened my pants. Sitting there catching my breath and wondering what to do next the quarter ran out and my booth became very dark. 

I saw movement through the hole and wondered who was there. Not able to help myself, or really without thinking about it, I got down on my knees and tried to sneak a peak at whoever was in there. The first thing I saw as I looked through the hole was a man's hand sliding up and down a very hard cock. This was the first hard cock I had ever seen in real life other than my own and I was mesmerized. It was about 7 inches long and beautifully shaped. Did I just think beautiful about another man's cock? Yes, that was what it was. 

The man was obviously enjoying the movie he was watching as he began to stroke his cock faster. I could see it very clearly, even the clear drop of liquid at the tip that told me it would not be long until he came. Suddenly there was a loud THUMP THUMP THUMP on the door and a man yelled out to keep the quarters flowing or get the hell out. I quickly dropped another quarter into the slot and looked back through the hole. 

When I did I saw the man had shifted his position and was pointing his now dripping cock at the hole. He knew! He knew I was watching him but I could not turn away. He was stroking slower again and his other hand reached down to caress his balls as I watched. I was trembling with excitement and again unzipped and took out my own, much smaller cock, and began to jack off as I watched. I could not believe I was on my knees, in a book store booth, masturbating as I watched another man doing the same. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was I was more excited than I could remember ever being and I wanted to see him cum.

He took a step closer to the hole and now the head of his incredible cock was only an inch or so from the hole, a few inches from my face. Suddenly he let his hands drop to his sides and just stood there with his very erect cock pointing at me. I could not stop staring at it, at his balls, and his dark pubic hair that surrounded it. Here I was, on my knees, stroking me cock and staring at another mans tool.

Then he spoke. Softly he said "Do you like what you see?" I didn't respond as my mouth was too dry and I was scared. "I said, do you like what you see boy?" he said a little louder.

Worried someone would hear if he said it any louder I managed to whisper a yes in reply. My face was burning red in embarrassment. I had just admitted to a total stranger that I liked his cock. What did that make me? I had fantasized about this for a long time but this wasn't a fantasy. It was real. I was on my knees looking at a real man's very real cock and was harder than I could remember being. Was I gay? No, I loved women, but there was no denying that I also loved looking at this man's cock.

"Do you want a closer look boy?" he said.

I could not believe it when I uttered the single word that would change me forever. "Please" I said.

He stepped closer to the wall that separated us and as he did his cock slipped through the hole. It really was beautiful. Hard and standing straight out, it's veins clearly visible in the dim light. I felt very close to cumming and had to stop stroking my cock to make sure I didn't cum. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted this to last. The quarter was used up and I quickly added several more as I didn't want to be yelled at, or interrupted as the most exciting sexual event in my life was going on.

"Touch it" he said. I couldn't move. I was too scared to move. He couldn't really want me to touch his cock, could he? I wanted to; I longed to but was scared. "I said touch it boy" he said again, louder. Without even thinking about it I saw my hand reach up and grasp his cock. I had another man's cock in my hand and it felt right. It felt natural. I was supposed to be touching his cock. It was so much bigger than mine and felt so different in my hand. Again without thinking I started moving my hand slowly up and down on his throbbing erection. 

I heard him moan softly and was thrilled. I was pleasing him. That felt so right. My purpose was to please him. His cock was again leaking precum and I could feel it on my hand as I stroked him. This excited me even more. He was liking what I was doing. I picked up the pace, stroking him faster until he said "Kiss it boy, you know you want to."

I did want to. My fantasy was about to come true. I wanted nothing more than to please this man, make him cum, show him how much I loved, yes loved, his cock. I lowered my head until my lips made contact with his precum covered cock head and kissed. I kissed his cock! I kissed a man's cock!!! 

I leaned back and licked my lips, tasting for the first time another man's precum and finding that I loved the taste. I needed more and leaned down again and this time took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked. I held the base of his cock and slid my mouth down about half way. I had cock in my mouth! I was finally a cocksucker. I had thought about this for so long and now it was happening. I heard him moan again, louder this time, and realized this was something I was born to do. I would always love women but now I knew I would also always love cock. I would never shy away from cock or my desires again.

I moved my lips up and down his cock, feeling it in my mouth, against my tongue. I tasted more of his precum and thought of it as my reward for doing a good job. I no longer felt fear at all. I only felt like this was something I had to do. Pleasing this man was my duty and my pleasure. I could only take about half his cock in my mouth without gagging but he didn't seem to mind. His moaning told me I was doing a good job. I was sucking his cock and doing a good job.

"That's it boy, suck my cock. Show me how much you love sucking my cock boy. Show me just how good a cocksucker you are!" he said loudly. I didn't care who heard. I loved him talking to me that way, knowing I was born to give men pleasure. Knowing that I loved his cock. I didn't care who heard. I was a cocksucker. I did love his cock and I wanted him to know it.

I sucked harder, moving my lips up and down his cock at an ever increasing pace. I ran my tongue along the hardness that filled my mouth. I tried everything women had tried on me. I worshiped his cock. "I am close to cumming boy." he said, "Do you want my cum? Do you want me to fill your cocksucking mouth with my cum boy?"

I screamed yes in my head but he couldn't hear. My mouth was full with his beautiful cock and all I could do was mumble. "Tell me boy, take my cock out of your mouth and tell me!" he said.

I didn't want to take his cock out of my mouth but I did want his cum and I wanted him to know it. Leaning back I said "Yes, I want your cum."

"Say it louder boy. Say you want my cum loud enough so I believe you."

I raised my voice and said "Please give me your cum, please let me make you cum!"

"Where do you want my cum boy?" he asked.

"In my mouth, please let me taste your cum." I panted, "I need your cum!"

"Then get back to work boy, show me how a cocksucker like you loves cum." He commanded.

And I obeyed. I dove down on his cock, sucking with renewed energy. Moving my lips up and down, sucking harder, knowing that soon I would get my reward. Soon this man would be filling my mouth with cum. Soon I would truly be a cocksucker. I felt his cock grow even harder, in my hand and in my mouth. I knew he was close and I kept up my sucking. Suddenly, without warning, my mouth was filling with his cum. Thick, salty but delicious. I felt my mouth fill to overflowing and some of his cum leaked out the corners of my lips. I swallowed, feeling it slide down my throat and as it did I felt my own cock explode, shooting cum against the wall. I had cum with a cock in my mouth. I had cum with a strangers cum in my mouth. I had cum without touching myself, just with the thrill of pleasing this man. 

There was no going back. I was now officially a cocksucker. His cock slipped from my mouth and back out of the hole and I heard him buckle up and leave the booth. I sat back on the stool and the enormity of what I had just done settled on me. I tried to clean up as best I could, wiping my dripping cock and trying to wipe his cum off my face where it had leaked out. I was nervous again. What if someone saw me leave the booth and knew what I did? My thoughts were conflicted. I didn't want the whole world to know what I had done but I knew I would have to do it again. I knew I didn't just want, but needed to suck cock. I was a cocksucker.

I cleaned up as much as possible and taking a deep breath opened the door. No one was out there. No one would know. I walked out of the movie area and headed for the door.

"You forgot your packages." I heard the man say behind the counter. I knew that voice. It was the voice of the man who had made me a cocksucker. Sheepishly I walked to the counter and he handed me my bags.

Looking down at me he chuckled, "You still have some of my cum on your mouth boy."

I turned bright red and hurried out of the store. Scared but thrilled my life changed that day. No longer a fantasy, from now on I was a cocksucker!

I was a Cocksucker Ch. 02



So, I discovered I was a cocksucker. That day in the book store had shown me that I loved having a cock in my mouth and cum filling my mouth. It showed me that when I was doing my best to please a cock I didn't care who knew. I didn't care who heard me say I wanted to have my mouth used and filled with the results of my attention. And yet, when I left that bookstore I was embarrassed at what I had done. I could not understand how I had become so willing to be used for another man's pleasure.

On the one hand I knew that if my friends, or the women I went out with, or my family knew I had willingly got down on my knees and sucked a cock until it exploded in my mouth I would never live it down. I would be shamed to have them know. They would no longer think of me as a man, but rather a cocksucker... a faggot, even a sissy. And yet. And yet I had cum without touching myself as I worshiped that cock. I was confused. I was scared. I was worried.

I knew I still loved women. I knew that it was amazing to feel my cock slip in to the nice wet, tight, warm depths of a woman's pussy. To explore her body. To feel her nipples harden in my mouth. To taste her juices as I went down on her. And yet. And yet I had cum without touching myself as I worshiped that cock.

I knew I could never do it again or I would surely be what I feared. I would become that faggot. I knew that if I did I would eventually be caught. Someone would see me in that bookstore. Someone I knew would see me go back to the booths and perhaps even feed me their cock through the hole and that my worst fears would come true. And yet. And yet I had cum without touching myself as I worshiped that cock. 

Over the next several weeks I avoided any thought of going to that bookstore. But when a day or two would go by without being with a woman and relieving the pressure I would, like most men my age, find myself pleasing myself. And as I stroked my cock and brought myself to release I would without exception find myself thinking about how that cock felt in my mouth. I would have explosive orgasms as a result and the guilt would again flood over me renewing my vow to never let myself do that terrible thing again. 

I could not understand why, when I had these fantasies while masturbating, I would never think of the other man sucking my cock, only of sucking theirs. The thrill for me was that act of sucking cock. The thrill for me, I gradually realized, was being used. In being willing to please a man asking nothing in return other than having them reward me with a mouthful of cum. The more I fantasized the more I found my fantasies raising the level of my submission to these men.

Having that man in the bookstore call me a cocksucker had thrilled me. Having him call me a boy, rather than a man, had thrilled me. In my fantasies I heard men calling me those names. Heard men calling me more, like slut, cumslut, cock whore, and even more. I heard those men telling me what a faggot I must be to love sucking cock so much. I heard them telling me I wasn't a man at all, only a sissy that belonged on my knees with a real man's cock in my mouth. I did not know where these fantasies came from. But I knew I loved them and that worried me. I had always thought of myself as a man. I had always thought that I was normal but now I knew there was something different about me. I was submissive. Oh my God, I was submissive. That meant I was less than a man. That meant that I would only be happy being used by others. I started fantasizing about being submissive to women too, and while that also thrilled me it was being used by a man that really turned me on. Was it true? Did I want to be someone's bitch? Even more did I want to be anyone's bitch... everyone's bitch? I realized that I did. 

Soon masturbation wasn't enough. I knew eventually I would have to find a way to once again suck cock. I knew I would have to suck lots of cock. I knew I would eventually want to suck everyone's cock. I really was becoming a slut and yet I had only sucked one cock one time. About a month had gone by when I knew I had to go back to that bookstore. And so one day I did.

The same gruff older man was sitting behind the counter and when I walked in he looked up, smiled, and called me over to the counter. I was surprised he remembered me and nervously walked over to the counter, my face growing redder, but my cock growing harder. As I approached the counter he said in a normal voice that sounded to me like he was yelling for everyone to hear, "I wondered if you would come back boy, I wondered if you would be accept how much you loved sucking my cock and come back for more." 

I didn't say anything, to embarrassed to respond but my cock throbbed when he called me boy. "Well boy, is that what you came back for? Did you realize how much you loved being a cocksucker?"

My cock running so much precum now that I was going into a trance of excitement I quietly responded in the only way I could. "Yes Sir."

"Then go back to booth 4 boy and I will be back in a few minutes. I have to do a few things first so you just wait for me back there. Oh, and I want you to strip naked once you are in the booth. Boys that suck my cock regularly do so naked boy."

Again I felt like he was shouting loud enough for the world to hear but despite my fear I found myself heading back to the booth area and closing the door to booth 4 behind me. For a few seconds I just stood there in the dark, wondering how far I was going to go with this, but my dripping cock showed me more than anything that this was what I wanted. I wanted to be used by this man. I needed to be used by this man. 

As I was reaching for the coin slot the movie came on without my putting any money in. I guess the man that ran the store decided to let me watch for free. The movie showed a boy on his knees with three naked older men standing around him and he was going from one cock to another, sucking each for a few seconds before going to the next. I knew something then. I knew I wanted to be that boy. I wanted to be used not only by the man that ran the store, but by as many men as possible. What was wrong with me? Was I a faggot like I feared? I didn't know, but I knew that submitting like that, to real men, men with cocks that wanted only to cum from my attention was what I needed. Without even thinking about it I found myself undressing. 

When I was completely naked I felt both scared that someone would see me, and thrilled at the thought that I was being the slut I had fantasized about. My cock was harder than it had ever been. The precum was flowing freely from it. As I stroked my cock and watched the movie I realized that as small as my cock was compared to those in the film, I really was less of a man. Even the boy in the film, the one being used by these men, had a bigger cock than mine. No woman had ever complained that my cock was small, but it obviously was. And the more I watched, the more I stroked, the more I realized that it was right my cock was small. My cock wasn't there to please anyone. I was there to please everyone. Real cocks, on real men, needed someone like me, someone less than them, someone who was there to give them pleasure. 

"What are you standing for boy? Cocksuckers belong on their knees!" I herd the man, suddenly in the next booth, say to me. Without a second thought I dropped to my knees facing the hole in the wall and I knew that soon the man's cock would again be where it belonged. I would again be what I was born to be, his cocksucker. I knew I was his cocksucker. No, not his cocksucker, everyone's cocksucker. I was a cocksucker!

"Are you ready to suck cock boy?" he asked loudly. "Yes Sir" I replied in a whisper. 

"I can't hear you boy." he said even louder. "Yes Sir!" I said loud enough to be heard by anyone outside my booth. 

"Are you ready to drink my cum again boy?" he said, still with that loud voice. "Yes Sir!" I said louder than I meant to, but not caring who heard.

"What are you boy?" he demanded. "A cocksucker Sir." I responded.

"What are you and what do you want to do boy?" he again demanded.

All my will broke down. All reservation fled. "I am a cocksucker and want to suck your cock and drink you cum Sir." I said.

"Louder," he demanded again, "I want you to tell anyone who can hear what you are boy."

Loud, louder than I meant to, almost at a yell I said "I am a cocksucker Sir. I want to suck your cock! I want you to cum in my mouth and I want to drink it Sir!"

"Damn boy," he said as he slipped his cock through the hole, "you are even a bigger slut than I thought you were. Well get busy, I have a nice load saved for you."

With the thrill of his calling me a slut... yes thrill, I watched as his beautiful cock slipped through the hole and without hesitation I wrapped on hand around it's shaft and brought it to my waiting mouth. As the head slipped in to my mouth I knew, without question, without doubt, this was where I belonged. As his musky taste filled my senses I closed my lips over the head and slid down the length of his cock, taking as much as I could in to my mouth. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock as it filled my mouth and I felt it pulse in response. I loved his cock in my mouth. I worshipped his cock. I celebrated the feeling of being used by this man. A real man, with a real cock, using me like nothing more than a cheap whore. A real man using my mouth for his pleasure, not caring if it pleased me or not. But pleasing him did please me. I loved being treated like the slut it was now obvious to me I was. I knew then I would never stop sucking cock. I knew I would come back to this store again and again to show this man how much I needed him to use me as his whore.

My cock was as hard as steel. I didn't touch it because I knew the second I did it would explode and I wanted this feeling to last. I wanted to spend as long as I could with this man's cock in my mouth. I wanted to go on and on being used. His cock began to leak precum and once again I was amazed at how much I loved the taste. I loved that he enjoyed my mouth enough to reward it with the salty smooth taste of his essence. 

Time became a blur. Reality became a blur. Doubt left me. I am a cocksucker. I am a slut. I am a bitch to be used by real men like this. My ecstasy was total. I was where I belonged. But then as my mind became one with the pleasure of sucking his cock he pulled it from the hole, holding it just out of my reach. Did I do something wrong? Why wasn't he feeding me his cock? Why wasn't he using me as I needed to be used?

"Do you want this cock boy?"

"Please Sir, please let me suck your cock." I pleaded.

"I am tired of this hole boy, if you want my cock then unlock your door and invite me over." 

I did, of course I did. I unlocked the door and said, "Please Sir, please come over here and let me suck your cock. I need your cock Sir. Please use me like the slut you showed me I am. Please show me how a real man uses a slut like me. Please Sir..." The words flew out of my mouth. I could not understand where they were coming from, but I was in a frenzy. I had to have his cock in my mouth again. I had to. The world no longer existed. All there was, was his cock and my mouth. All that mattered was his cock again using me. All that counted was this man using his slut, me, like I needed to be used.

No longer did I wonder what was wrong with me. No longer did I care. I was a cocksucker. I knew it, he knew it, I didn't care who knew it. I was proud of it. In a moment the door opened and he walked in, his cock sticking out of his fly, still hard, waiting for me to again worship him. Yes, not just his cock, but worship him. I was nothing without a cock in my mouth. I was nothing unless a man, a real man, was using me for his pleasure. 

He took a step toward me and without any hesitation I engulfed his cock. One hand reached around the base, one hand cupped his balls. My mouth slid up and down the length of his cock as I squeezed his shaft and caressed his balls. 

I took the cock out of my mouth to look at it. I ran my tongue up and down the length of it and then back down to lick and kiss his balls. I rubbed my face with his cock, leaving trails of precum on my cheeks, forehead and lips. I was outside myself. I imagined what I looked like, naked, on my knees, my little cock, my sissy cock, my faggot cock, my cocksucking cock throbbing as I devoured a real cock. As I worshipped a man's cock. As I served him without question or reservation. 

His cock grew harder, leaking even more precum into my mouth and I knew soon I would get my reward. Soon he would be filling my mouth with the cum I craved. His first blast of cum shot to the back of my mouth and he pulled out. As his second shot landed on my face my cock again exploded. As squirt after squirt of cum erupted from my cock, squirt after squirt of a real man's cum covered my face. Landing on my nose, my lips, covering one eye, landing in my hair. Still in a frenzy I quickly started scooping it off my face and sucking my fingers clean. I wanted to swallow all his cum but I loved that he had cum on my face. It added to my submission. After all, no man would allow another man to cum on his face. Only a slut would do that. Only a cocksucker would do that. I was a slut. I was a cocksucker.

I heard him chuckle as he turned and walked out the open door. The open door!!! I hadn't realized he had not closed the door when he came in to my booth. I had only been aware of his cock. I looked up, still on my knees, still licking my fingers clean of his cum and saw there were several men watching, some with amusement, some with lust. A couple men had their cocks out stroking them as they watched me being such a slut. 

As my frenzy subsided I again felt embarrassed to have not only so completely showed them all what a slut I was, but to have them see me naked, my cock dripping the cum that being such a slut had caused to appear and kneeling on the cum stained floor of the booth. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed with fear and humiliation. I heard their comments... what a slut... god what a faggot... look at that sissy. Then I heard a clearer voice. 

"Damn Bob, I didn't know you were a faggot."



I was a Cocksucker Ch. 03



"Damn Bob, I didn't know you were a faggot."

It was Jim. I had known Jim for a long time, 7th grade I think. We had never really gotten along. He was more of a jock type while I had always been a regular guy. Regular guy? It almost made me laugh. Here I was kneeling on the floor with my face covered in cum, my fingers still in my mouth licking off the cum from this man that had just used me, and my own cock dripping cum that no touch, only sucking cock had caused to erupt.

I felt the shame overwhelm me. A minute ago I hadn't cared who knew I was nothing more than a cocksucking slut, but now, my frenzy calmed by having just cum, I was scared, embarrassed, humiliated. I didn't say anything just felt myself wondering how I had gotten in this position. 

"When did you turn into a faggot Bob?" Jim asked with a chuckle in his voice. I again didn't respond. I dropped my hands to my sides and looked at the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow me. Swallow me like I had swallowed the man's cum a minute ago.

"I asked you a question faggot," Jim said, "answer me."

"I am not a faggot." I protested.

Laughing Jim said, "Not a faggot? Give me a break. I just watched you suck cock and cum when that man came all over you. If that is not a faggot, what is?"

I remained silent, praying this would all go away. I had never felt so shamed in my life. I knew that Jim would tell everyone what he had seen and that my life would be over as I knew it. What woman would ever want to go out with me again now that they knew that I had willingly, even eagerly sucked a man's cock. So willingly sucked cock that I had cum in the heat of the passion of that man unloading on me. What would they say now that they knew I was a cocksucker?

Taking a step toward me Jim said, "Well faggot, since you love sucking cock so much, and since I came in here to find a faggot to suck my cock, you had better get busy."

I didn't move. I was paralyzed in fear and embarrassment. "I said get busy faggot!" Jim said. "Unless you want the whole world knowing how I found you this had best be a wonderful blow job. The best blow job you ever gave."

"I am not a faggot Jim." I said weakly.

"That is not what you were saying a minute ago faggot. I heard what you said, we all heard what you said." Jim laughed, pointing to the other men standing around the open door of the booth. "You said you were a cocksucker, that you wanted his cum, that you where a slut. Hell faggot, you begged for his cock, you said you needed his cock. Only a faggot would say something like that."

He was right. I had begged for that cock. I had begged to be used like a slut. I had been thrilled to be used like that. I had been thrilled to be allowed to suck that man's cock. I had been more excited than I had ever been. And again, I had cum without touching myself when he came on my face. Just like the first time. I had known that I belonged on my knees sucking cock. I had known that I was a slut. I hadn't cared who else knew, as long as I was allowed to feel that cock in my mouth. Why would I ever want to deny it again? 

"I will suck your cock if you don't tell anyone Jim." I said, giving up trying to deny what I was. 

"Don't call me Jim faggot," he said, "little faggots like you call your superiors Sir, just like you did that man you just sucked off."

Despite myself I felt my cock twitch. "Yes Sir."

"And don't tell me what I can and can't do. If I decide to tell everyone what a faggot you are I will. But I might not if you please me as well as you did that man that just finished using you."

"Please Jim, Sir, I will do my best." I said trembling. 

"Then beg to suck my cock slut." He said. "Beg me like you just begged him."

"May I suck your cock Sir?" I said. I couldn't believe it but the thought of being used again was starting to have the same affect it had each of the last two times. My cock was starting to get hard again at the thought of being used. What was the point in pretending otherwise? I was a slut, I knew it, the men watching knew it. Jim standing before me, hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips knew it. Looking up and in to his eyes I said with more feeling, "Please Sir, I am a faggot, I am a slut. Please Sir, let me suck your cock."

"If you do a good job slut, I might let this become a regular thing." Jim said. "Now take out my cock and get busy."

I reached up to unzip his pants and saw for the first time his bulge. It looked like he had a large and hard cock. I pulled his zipper down and reached in to free his cock so I could feel it fill my mouth, my cocksucking mouth. As hard as it was I had trouble freeing it and he made no effort to help. He seemed to enjoy that I was having trouble as he smiled down at me and waited for me to succeed. 

I worked his cock free and looked at it. It was about 7 inches long, fairly thick, and perfectly straight. The head of his cock was a perfect shape and I instantly wanted it in my mouth. Again my much smaller cock was erect at the thought of what I was about to do. For the third time a cock would be in my mouth. My mind began to cloud over as I took the shaft in my hand and started slowly stroking up and down his wonderful cock. 

"Take my balls out too faggot." He said. "I want you to kiss them first. I want you to show me that you will give me as good a blow job as you gave him. I want you to worship my cock like you did his so I know that you need my dick in your mouth. Do it bitch!"

Oh my God. Each name he called me caused my still dripping cock to throb. I really was nothing but a slut. I really was less than a man. I really did need his cock. I really was a cocksucker.

I eased his balls out of his pants. I now had before me, inches from my face, my cocksucking face, a beautiful cock and below it balls that I was to kiss. I gently kissed his hanging balls and then started to take his cock in my mouth but he stopped me. "Don't just peck at my balls bitch, get in there and kiss them, press your face against them, show me what a faggot you are." He said looking down at me.

I did. I pressed my face against his balls, feeling the heat of his skin against my forehead, my nose. I kissed and licked his balls like a dying man being given a reprieve. I sucked one ball then the other in and ran my tongue all around them. I cleaned them with my tongue. My senses were on overload. I smelled his musk, his sweat, his excitement as I worked on his balls. 

"That's enough faggot, get busy on my cock."

I knew again that I was where I belonged. Sucking cock was what I was born for. Being used was what I was born for. Without hesitation I engulfed his cock, taking half it's length in my mouth and working my tongue along it's underside. I loved the way it felt filling my mouth. I loved that he was using me as the slut I was. I loved that there were other men watching me suck his cock, his man's cock, his real cock. I loved that I was nothing more than a worthless slut, good only to be used and humiliated. 

My cock, my little cock, my faggot cock was again rock hard as I worked my mouth up and down the length of his cock. "You suck cock like a pro faggot." Jim said. "I think I will be using your mouth a lot now that I know just how good you are. Get used to this feeling because you are now my personal cocksucker."

I moaned. I was his personal cocksucker. He liked what I was doing. He was going to use me again. He was going to allow me to worship his cock again. He knew what I was and he was going to take advantage of it. Again, I didn't care what the consequence of this was. I didn't care who he told. No longer was there any doubt. This was the life I wanted. On my knees sucking cock, drinking cum, wearing cum, being used. Why had I waited so long to do this? Why had I tried to deny who I was? I was a cocksucker!

He grabbed my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth. Fucking my mouth like a pussy. Taking control of me with his will. I caressed his balls with one hand as I reached for my own throbbing cock with the other. I stroked my cock in rhythm to his fucking. Each time his cock would enter my mouth it went a little deeper. I gagged a couple times but he didn't care. And neither did I. 

I was determined to let him use me like he wanted. I was determined to give him the best blow job he had ever had. If I had to gag to do this then so be it. I didn't care. I was sucking cock and that was all that mattered. 

He started picking up the speed of his fucking and each time I felt his cock go a little deeper. And suddenly my nose was bouncing against his pubic hair. I had all his cock in my mouth. He would hold his cock there for a second then pull it out so just the tip was in my mouth only to plunge it again all the way in.

I felt his cock grow even harder and knew that soon I would get my reward. I would get my cocksuckers reward. I would get his cum. A man's cum. A real man's cum. What a slut like me had to have. I sucked even harder as he fucked my mouth. I was his pussy and I loved it. 

Suddenly he pulled out. His cock, glistening with my spit, standing proud in front of my face. A whimpered at the feeling of loss. I wanted his cock back where it belonged. Using me, fucking my pussy mouth. "Beg for it bitch!" he demanded. "Beg to be allowed to drink my cum. Show these other men what a worthless slut like you is good for."

"Please Sir. Please let me suck your cock. Please Sir, please fuck my face. I am your slut Sir. I am your faggot."

"Damn bitch," he said. "You really are a faggot."

I loved hearing him talk to me like that, but more I loved that he again fed me his cock. He didn't last long though and after only a few seconds I felt his shaft thicken, throb, then my mouth was filling with his cum. I was stroking my little cock with lightning speed as I felt pulse after pulse of my reward filling my mouth. 

"Don't swallow bitch." He said. "Hold my cum in your faggot mouth."

I did. I felt my mouth filling to overflow and some of his cum, some of his power over me, leaked out the corners of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. His explosion slowed and I held his cock gently in my mouth. When he was done he pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked down at me with that smirk returning to his face.

"Open wide bitch, show these men what's in your cocksucking mouth." 

I looked at the men standing there and opened my mouth. I was still rapidly jacking my cock as I opened my mouth so they could all see it was filled with his cum. The taste was overpowering but incredible. I worked my tongue around the load in my mouth and felt myself getting close to my own less impressive eruption. 

"Now swallow bitch, swallow and show them your empty mouth. Show them what a faggot like you lives for. Do it now bitch."

I did. I swallowed it in one gulp, feeling it slide down my throat. And as I opened my mouth to show them I had done as I was told I exploded. I shot more cum than I thought I could, especially after coming only a few minutes ago. 

"Put your clothes on bitch, we have somewhere to go." He told me.

I started to wipe off my face but he stopped me. "Leave it there bitch, a cocksucker like you should proudly wear the results of your cocksucking. Hurry up bitch!"

I put my clothes back on and thrilling in the warmth of my humiliation I followed him out of the booth area in to the main part of the store. There were only a few people there but I felt the burn of their gaze as they watched me, my face covered in two men's cum, walking behind Jim as we left the store.

"Get in your car and follow me bitch." he said not looking back. He knew I would follow. I knew I would follow. After all, I was his cocksucker.