the transition----part-1-thru-12-of-?

Musings of an old Man

The transition from straight to gay

(In the name of accuracy this story contains some racial slurs. Please read the entire story before you pass judgment)

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Part-1-of-

The beginning

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The second half of my life, although greatly influenced by events and incidents from my youth, turned out to be far different from than what I expected it to be. The second half is so far different from the first half that they almost seem unrelated. I suppose the logical place to divide my life would be in 40s.

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Looking back, I realize that I'd been queer all my life and that I'd just been suppressing it. The signs were there. Enjoying it when my uncle played with my baby penis, and checking out the naked boys in gym class, were a couple of signs, but I was too naïve to understand them. I have no doubt that I would have eventually been forced to face my feelings toward other men, but the catalyst that caused me to face and act on these tendencies was as simple as a magazine. It was a magazine that I found in a box of junk. My hobby for years was buying and selling junk at flea markets. I purchased most of the stuff I sold at garage and yard sales. I often bought big boxes full of stuff for as little as a dollar or two. Most of the time I never even knew what was in the boxes until I got them home and looked. One Saturday nearly a year later I bought an innocent looking box of junk that was destined to affect my life in ways that I never imagined possible. Like most boxes, it turned out to be mostly throwaway junk, but with just enough sellable items for me to turn a modest profit. In the top of the box I found a 'girlie' magazine. As I was putting it in the discard pile, I started casually flipping through it. I was half way through it before I realized that it was a transvestite magazine and that all the pretty little girls had dicks. Looking back at the cover, I discovered that it was a transvestite magazine. When I saw what kind of magazine it was I so disgusted that it went immediately into the discard pile.

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Several items later I found a pair of sexy, black lace panties. These too went into the discard pile right on top of the TV magazine. A few minutes later my curiosity again got the better of me, so I decided to take another little peek at the TV magazine. I’m mean, what harm could it possible do? It wasn’t like looking at it could turn me queer or anything. As I flipped through it, I still couldn't believe how pretty the 'girls' were. I was primarily drawn to a picture spread in the back of an exceptionally lovely young lady. She was so cute that I never even questioned why he/she had a dick. And, a big nice un-cut dick it was too.

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Over the next few hours I was drawn again and again to his/her pictures.

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About the third time that my curiosity caused me to go back and look at the TV magazine, I noticed the black panties. As I held them up I realized that they were big enough for me. So, for a lark I decided to try them on. Oddly enough, not only did they fit, but also I liked the way the silky material stretched across my ass and cupped my tight balls. As I moved around in them I couldn't believe how natural it felt to be wearing them. I don't know if it was because the panties brought out my feminine side or not, but having them on made looking at the pretty little TVs more fun. I was still drawn to the little 'girl' in the back. As I sat there looking at all her cute pictures. I wondered what it would feel like to make love to 'her.' To kiss her lips, to massage and kiss her breast, to nibble and kiss my way down her flat belly like she was a natural girl instead of a TV. Even when it dawned on me what making love to TV would entail, I was still curious. Later my curiosity went from wonder what it would be like to make love to a TV to what it would be like to suck another guy’s dick.

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For about six months, I was more than mildly curious, but because of society's attitude towards homosexuals I still tried to suppress and not to act on these newly awaken tendencies. I kept telling myself that it was just a passing phase and that if I ignored it, it would go away. Wrong, instead of diminishing my curiosity grew. By then I realized that it wasn’t just a phase and just how anxious I was to act on these new urges and to actually suck another guy’s dick. I couldn't believe how comfortable I was with this realization. Even though I was ready to suck a dick, I had no idea how to make it happen. As I studied on the problem my curiosity continued to grow. First, I tried placing ads in a couple of national magazines that I like to read. Since I wasn’t sure what I was doing, I advertised for a bisexual couple. I guess I thought that having a girl there would make things easier. I even got a couple of responses. But for one reason or another, neither response ever resulted in a meeting.

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Since trying on the black panties from the garage sale, I’d started wearing panties on a regular basis. For obvious reasons I didn’t wear them to work, but the rest of the time I wore them under my street clothes. I got a big kick out of wearing them under my cloths when I was out in public. It especially gave me a perverse pleasure to be secretly wearing them when I was talking to some macho stud.

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Next, I put on my favorite pair of very sexy pair of burgundy panties and hit the gay bars on Cedar Springs. The gays were all friendly, but I didn’t fit in. Consequently I didn't have any better luck there either. By this time I was becoming obsessed by the idea of sucking a dick. My curiosity was so great that I thought my head was going to explode if I didn't hurry up and suck a dick. I’d even dropped in to the porno stores in Kennedale hoping that some thing would happen. But, I had no luck there either.

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To be continued…

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Part-2-of-

Glory holes & my first dick

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One Saturday, I’d caught an early movie. Even though I didn't expect to have any luck, I decided to try the porno stores in Kennedale again before I headed back home. The most convenient one was the XXX Video/book store. As I browsed around, secretly check out the gay magazines, I noticed that a couple of guys bought some tokens and went through a curtain into another room. When I ask the clerk what was back there, he said individual viewing booths. Each room had a TV that had over two-dozen different channels showing adult movies. All you had to do was drop in tokens and sit back and enjoy the movie. I thought what the hell, so I bought some tokens and headed back there. I couldn't believe what a smelly, sleazy place the viewing booth area was. I learned later that the oppressive odor the smell of testosterone. Fearfully, I quickly grabbed a booth. As I dropped a token in the slot, I noticed that there was a big hole cut through the wall. As soon as the movie came on I started switching channels, until I found a movie with two big macho guys playing with each other’s dicks. I was astonished as I sat there staring at the screen. I never even dreamed that gay porno movies like that even existed. I’d been curious for so long that I couldn’t help wishing that I could trade places with the guy that was down on his knees sucking the others big hard dick.

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As I watched the movie, I heard the door of the next booth open and close. Without thinking I leaned over and peeked through the hole. All I could see a guy’s hand fondling his crotch. As surprised as I was, I couldn't help hoping that he would masturbate so that I could see his dick. He didn't masturbate, but I did get my wish. When he took his dick out, instead of masturbating, held it toward the hole so that I could get a good look at it.

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It was then that I remember reading that these holes were called 'Glory Holes' and they were there so a guy could stick his dick through it, so a guy in the other booth could suck. I even remembered the signal if you wanted to do the sucking. You laid your index finger in the ‘hole’ then, if the guy was interested in being sucked off, he would stick his dick through.

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I found myself at a cross road, there in the next booth was a guy that could satisfy my curiosity. A curiosity that was so strong that it had been eating me up for over a year. The question was, did I really want to go through with this. This was a really traumatic decision for me. Even though it was a step that once taken, could never be untaken, I reminded myself that it was a step that not only did I want to take, but needed to take. My hand shook, with a combination of excitement and fear, as I slowly place my finger in the hole.

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The other guy wasn’t restrained by my fears because he had his dick in the ‘hole’ so quick that he almost laid it on my finger. As a novice I had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I touched it. I couldn’t believe the feel. Even soft, it radiated both power and heat. It seemed to be a separate enmity from the rest of his body as it pulsed with a life all its own. I played with it for a while, and then eventually I got up the nerve to ease back its foreskin and kiss its head. After a couple kisses, I slip it head between my lips. And, guess what. Nothing happened. Nada, Zip. All the preachers in the world were wrong. Not only did the sky not fall on me, but also lightening didn’t even strike me.

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While I was having this near religious experience I guess the other guys got bored, because he jerked his dick out of the 'hole' and stormed out of his booth.

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My next try proved a little more successful. It was hard to tell through the ‘hole’ but the guy appeared to a young Hispanic with a small un-cut dick. I was still pretty inept but at least this time I manage to get it into my mouth and make him cum. It had a salty taste and felt all slimy as it oozed over my tongue and down my throat. My first taste of man cum 'straight from tap' was Mexican cum and I loved it.

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Once I discovered the XXX Video store, I went dick crazy. For me, sucking a man's cock was one of the pure pleasures in life. Being down on my knees submissively sucking a guy’s cock through a ‘glory-hole’ and gratefully swallowing his load was fantastic. It's sad to think that many guys don't appreciate just how much fun it can be. The reason for this is they don't know how to do it correctly and so it doesn't end up being much fun. If you mess up, you don't get your reward. The cock doesn't get hard, the man doesn't have a good time and you feel like a failure. After that, I was there every Saturday and Sunday, morning, noon, and night. Surprisingly, Sunday morning during church was a good time to suck dick. I was amazing how many guys snuck by to get their dick sucked while their wife and kids were in church. I was so dick crazy that I sucked every dick, except black ones, that I could get my mouth on and swallowed every load of cum that I could suck out of them. The place still reeked of testosterone, but now that I was drinking it I didn’t find the odor near as offensive.

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It was about a 30-minute drive to Kennedale so I developed a ritual of going in a taking a piss before I got started. About my third trip I’d taken my piss and was standing there washing my hands, when I realized how silly washing my hands was when I was about to have every nasty dick in the room in my mouth or at least all that I could get in my mouth.

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I didn’t suck nigger dicks though because I was good old southern white boy. Not some Yankee fag.

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About this time I discover swing magazines. I answered several ads but only a couple resulted in meetings. I drove over to one guy’s house because he said that he had a big dick that he likes to have sucked. I was naïve and didn’t know the ropes, so when I got there we wasted a lot of time watching porno and talking. Eventually, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I came out wearing nothing but my panties, the guy took one look and drops his gym shorts.

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Clumsily, I spread his legs, knelt down, and slipped my mouth over his un-cut penis. When it started getting hard, its head still was still covered by his foreskin. I like to work my lips and tongue around a guy’s dick head, but when I slid his foreskin down he winched in pain. His dick had such a great deal foreskin, that its head stayed covered even when he was erect. His dick was impossible to suck it with that much foreskin, so I gave up and left.

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To be continued…

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Part-3-of-

MY racial awaking or my first black dick

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One evening after I’d been sucking dicks for about a month, things were so slow that I was sitting in a booth actually watching the movie. When I heard someone enter the adjoining booth, I leaned over to see who it was. All I could see was a huge un-cut black dick. The black bastard was already holding it toward the 'hole' so that I'd know that he wanted it sucked. I thought to myself, "Does this fucking nigger think a southern white boy like me is going to suck his black dick?" It was my intention to jump up in ‘righteous indignation’ and storm out of the booth. But, for some reason I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes from the ‘hole’. His dick was so big and black that I was awe struck. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. Like the first dick that I tried to suck, it was pulsing with a life of its own. To this day I don't know how it got there, but when I looked down my finger was in the ‘hole.’ When, in response to my finger, the nigger stuck his dick was in the ‘hole,’ I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel radiating from it. As I leaned forward my face was so close that I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its ten-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its coal black foreskin. My hand still had a mind of its own, as I helplessly reached out and touched it with one finger. When I bravely wrapped my hand around it, it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel. As I slid off the seat and down to my knees, I thought, ‘OK, maybe I’ll play with it a little bit, while I get a better look, but there's no way in hell that I'm I going to suck a fucking nigger's dick’. It was so alive that I could feel its heat on my face, as I leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma. I could feel my eyes glazing over with lust, as I eased back its foreskin and touched its dark purple shaped head to my lips. I had to open my mouth so wide to get its big head between my lips and into my mouth, that I almost had to un-hinge my jaw.

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Even with both hands wrapped around the base, I still had more than a mouth full of black dick to suck. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I simultaneously stroke it with my hand and slowly worked my moist mouth up and down its length. Even with my mouth full, I still couldn’t believe that I was sucking a nigger’s dicks. What was worse I was enjoying it. Still trying to retain a shred of southern dignity, I thought to myself, "I may be sucking his black dick, but there was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth." I might have been thinking no, no, but the nigger had other ideas. His balls suddenly clinched up and his dick swelled even fatter. My mouth was so full that I couldn’t have gotten his dick out of my mouth, even if I’d tried. His balls exploded and scalding hot nigger cum spewed into my mouth like lava out of a volcano. When he erupted, I was on a backstroke and my lips were wrapped around the base of his dick head, so I felt the full force of his gooey cum crashing against the back of my throat as it gushed into my mouth and oozed over my tongue and down my throat.

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I couldn't believe how much fun that I was having kneeling there with the nigger's dick in my mouth and swallowing his huge load of hot cum. By all rights my life should have been at an all time low. In the last month I'd turned queer and started sucking dicks. To make matters worse I was sucking a nigger's dick. By southern Bible belt standards being a queer was an abomination, but sucking a nigger's dick was about as low as white boy you could sink. But, as I knelt there slurping up nigger cum, I didn't care what southern Baptists thought. All I knew was that I was sucking a big black nigger dick and loving every minute of it.

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To be continued…

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Part-4-of-

Ft. Worth (panties & gowns)

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I grew to love being able to drop into the XXX video/stores and suck dicks so much that I eventually moved to Ft. Worth just to be nearer to them. I now not only lived about ten minutes away, but everyday I passed by them on the way to and from work. The down side was that when I first moved to Ft. Worth I was living with my girlfriend and she didn’t know that I was queer. As much as I loved her sweet pussy, I just couldn't give up my dick sucking. To keep her from finding out, I had to restrict my visits to dropping in to on my way to and from work. She was use to me being compulsively early, so I was able to stop by two or three times a week without her getting suspicious. Between 1 pm and 1:30 pm was the best time for me to stop in. All the working guys with uniforms would be in there then. I don’t know why but I just love sucking off working guys in uniform. Whether they are electricians, plumbers, furniture movers, or what, it didn’t matter. I just like the earth aroma and the taste of a working guy’s dick.

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Eventually though, I rented a trailer of my own a few lots up from my girlfriend’s trailer. I loved living there. I was near enough that I could still date my girlfriend and visit XXX Video/stores as often as I'd like.

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Living alone I didn’t have to hide my sexuality from anyone anymore. I was now free to wear panties and to explore my feminine side as much as I wanted too. I even started wearing nightgowns. When I’d get home at night, I would shower, shave, and put on a pair of clean white granny panties and a frilly gown before going to bed. I don’t know what it was, but there was just something about white granny panties and a frilly gown to make me feel feminine.

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Even though I didn’t get there until around 2 am, I could stop by the XXX- video store on the way home for work and suck a little dick if I felt like it. There would usually only be 2 or 3 guys there but they were always serious about getting there dick sucked. When I’d go into a booth, by the time I got down on my knee a guy would usually have his dick through the ‘hole.’ As soon as I sucked him off, another would take his place until I’d sucked off everyone there. It was easy to tell who got their dick sucked. When to booths connected by a ‘glory-hole’ are occupied, the first one to vacate his booth got his dick sucked.

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As a matter of fact, one of the nicest white dicks that I ever sucked was at the XXX-video store on my way home from work. I’d had a crappy night at work, so I decided that a good way to cheer myself up would be to stop and suck a little dick. When I pulled in, there were only three cars in the parking lot. One of the cars, most likely belonged to the guy working there and the other two to customers. As I went in I thought to myself, I hope the other two customers aren't both queers. If they were they would have taken care of each other, and I might not get to suck any dicks.

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I didn’t know if the first guy was queer or not, but I do know that he wanted his dick sucked. As soon as I entered the adjoining booth, without even waiting for an invitation he stuck his dick through the ‘hole’. It was only about four inches long, but nice and fat, and very suck-able. I slurped on his dick for a few minute until his balls erupted and I was swallowing his load of hot cum.

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To my surprise, especially since there were only two guys in the place, as soon as he left the next booth, the other guy took his place. When he saw through the ‘hole’ that I was still down on my knees, he didn’t waste anytime getting his dick through the ‘hole’.

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His dick was a little bigger and just as suck able as the first guy’s. He held out a little longer, but it wasn’t long until he was cumming in my mouth and down my throat.

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After I sucked off the second guy, I hung around a few minutes to see if anyone else was going to come in. I was too tired to wait long, so I was soon heading for the door. As I walked up the center aisle I passed a big older white guy that had just came in. I said big because I’m 6’ 3’’ and I was only about shoulder high to him. There’s something about an older guy that makes me hot, so I did an about face and followed him to a booth. I could tell by the look on his face as he entered his booth, that he knew that I wanted to suck his dick. As soon as he shut his booth door, I leaped into the booth right next to him and dropped to my knees. I guess he didn't have a problem with me sucking his dick because by the time I got into the booth his dick was already sticking through the 'hole.' Like the rest of his body, even semi-erect his dick was huge. And, after I sucked on it for a couple of minutes, it was also very, very hard. As it grew, it got so fat that I had to really stretch my jaws to get it in. But, damn, it tasted so good that it was worth the trouble. I had mixed emotion, as I knelt there slurping and sucking his gigantic dick. On one hand I wanted to prolong my sucking as long as possible, and on the other, I couldn’t wait to taste his cum. If his dick tasted as good as it did, what must his cum taste like? The decision was soon taken out of my hands. With a moan, he let go and his balls erupted like a volcano. His scalding hot cum came spewing out of his dick, and cascaded over my tongue and down my throat. It felt like he dumped a cup full of hot cum down my throat.

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I never like for a guy that I sucked off to stain his pants, so I always clean him off with my mouth and tongue before I let him put his dick back in his pants. As I was cleaning him off, and I realized that his dick was still hard, I went back to sucking. I could tell by the way that he wiggled his hips that he didn’t mind if I kept sucking. It wasn’t long until I was rewarded with another mouth full of delicious hot cum. Surprisingly enough, his second load of hot cum was as big as the first.

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I couldn’t believe it. When I started to clean him off the second time, his dick was still hard. For a guy his age to keep an erection and get off twice was very remarkable. For his second load of semen to be as big as the first was even more extraordinary. To still have an erection after two orgasms was phenomenal. I was amazed as I continued to suck his incredible dick. In about the same time frame as the other two, he again filled my mouth to overflow with his third load of hot gooey cum.

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God, this guy must be superman. I’d just made him cum three times and his huge dick was still rock hard. As I sucked him off for the fourth time, I vowed that no matter how many times it took, I was going to continue to suck him until his balls were completely drained and his dick was limp. I was prepared to suck all nigh if need be.

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Suddenly loud a loud voice and banging on the door frightened me. I thought that it was a raid and that the cops were trying to bust into my booth so that they could catch me sucking a dick. I guess the old guy was equally as scared, because as I was jumping to my feet, he was zipping his fly.

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Turned out that instead of the cops, it was only the janitor wanting us to move to other booths so that he could clean the ones that we were in. As I stepped out into the hallway I looked to see if the old guy was indeed moving to another booth. If he was, I was going to follow him so that I could finish sucking him off. But alas, it wasn’t to be. The last I saw of my old guy was his back, as he sped up the aisle toward the exit door. Gone and never to be seen again, even thought I looked for him every time I went back there.

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Another guy that I use to like to suck off was a guy with leg braces. He would hobble in on his crutches and go straight to a booth. I could tell that he was self conscious about his braces, because he’d try to stand where they couldn’t be seen through the ‘glory-hole’. With the big dick that he had, he need not have worried. I would have sucked it anyway. The first time that I ever sucked him off, just when things were getting good, he pulled his dick out of my mouth, back away from the ‘hole’ and just stood there with his dick waving in the breeze. When I told him to put it back in the ‘hole’, he said that he was about to cum. I told him that in that case he'd better hurry and get it back into my mouth then. He was shocked. Ha said, “You mean you don’t care if I cum in your mouth?”

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I answered, “Hell, I want you to cum in my mouth. What do you think I’m sucking dick your dick for?” He needed no more encouragement. He quickly had his dick through the ‘hole’ and back in my mouth and he did indeed quickly cummed in my willing mouth. From his reaction, that must have been the first time that anyone had ever let him cum in their mouth and he loved it, especially when I swallowed it.

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After that, any time that I saw him I made it a point to grab the next booth and suck his dick for him.

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I started sucking him off while I was still novice queer and I still living out of town. After I moved to Ft. Worth I’d gained enough experience and confidence that I decided that it might be really exciting for him (and me) if I took him to a motel. He could get naked and I could suck him off properly in a bed. Besides sucking him off, I could show him how good it felt to have his balls licked. The next time I saw him in the parking lot, I was going to head him off and offer him the trip to a motel instead of a sleazy booth. Or, if the next time I saw him was inside, I’d suck him a little bit, then make the offer. Funny thing is, he never showed up, I never saw him again.

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To be continued…

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Part-5-of-

Log Cabin

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I also remember the night that I turned into a suck whore. I happened to show up right after this guy, so not only did I follow him into the store, but I also followed him into the booth area, and grabbed the booth next to him. The doors were barely closed before I was down on my knees sucking his dick. I guess that he liked the blowjob that I gave him, because when I finished sucking him off, he offered me his un-used tokens as payment for sucking his dick. By the simple act of reach out and taking his un-used tokens I became a paid prostitute. For $1.75 in tokens I'd become a suck whore.

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A few months later a guy in the next booth at the XXX Video-store ran out of tokens right in the middle of sucking my dick. Instead of going and getting more tokens, he gave me a half price coupon and told me that if I’d meet him in the XXX movie theater in the back of Log Cabin he’d finish me off. I'd never been there before and was curious about the place. Since things were a little slow that night, when I ran out of tokens I decided to take him up on his offer.

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As I drove to the Log Cabin, I had a chuckle at this guy's expense. He didn’t remember it, but about my third weekend of sucking dicks, he invited me to a motel. We started out at the XXX-Video-store with us sucking each other through the ‘glory-hole’. While he was sucking me, he stopped and invited me to a motel. It was the first time I ever went to a motel with another guy, and I was scared shit-less. I was about as afraid that I wouldn’t suck good as I was that he might try to hurt me.

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When I crawled between his legs and cupped his ball, I told him how inexperienced I was, and that he might have to teach me what to do. After I’d sucked on him for a few minutes, he asked, “How long did you say you’ve been sucking dick?” When I told him for a couple of weeks and that his dick was probably the third of fourth that I’d ever sucked, he was amazed and said, “ If that’s all the experience that you’ve got, then you must be a natural, because you suck damn good.” Then he asked, “Where did you learn that trick that you do with my mouth?” I didn’t tell him, but it was something that I picked from my girlfriend. Except she did it with her pussy and I did it with my mouth. I would take the guys dick into my mouth and clinch and unclench my mouth like she would do with her pussy. When she did it with her pussy, it felt so fantastic that she could make a guy cum without moving her hips. I figured that if it worked with her pussy, why not with my mouth? From the response I get from guys, it works. I just told him, I didn’t know. That when I was sucking dicks it just felt like the thing to do.

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Another thing that I learned from him was that guys like to talk while they’re getting their dick sucked. No wonder Mata Hari was such a successful as a spy. When a guy’s dick is in your mouth you can get him to tell you anything, including his most deep dark secrets. For instance, this guy told me how he got started sucking dicks. It was in the downtown Ft. Worth library in the aisles amongst all the books. As I remember he was about 9 or 10 at the time. It was summer and he was, for lack of something to do, spending his days at the down town library. Summer was just starting when several older boys caught him in a deserted aisle where the shelves hid them from the other patrons. The boys from their behavior had just hit puberty and were anxious to try out their newly functional balls. They were too young and inexperienced to get a girl, so they chose the next best thing, a little boy.

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They took turns holding him, while one at a time they feed him their tiny un-cut penises and fucking his mouth. I’m not sure exactly how much force was actually necessary, because even though he wasn’t old enough to realize it yet, he was already queer. But, whatever the case, they made a lasting impression on him. After that he loved the taste of cum, was queer for un-cut dicks, and loved to have a macho guy order him around and make him suck his dick.

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After the first day, no force or coercion was necessary. He spent the rest of the summer hidden in the back of the library, down on his knees sucking their dicks. He had so much fun sucking them off, that he was sorry to see the summer end. Once you've tasted dick you can't stop. When school started, he didn’t stop sucking; he simply found new sex partners and continued his dick sucking elsewhere.

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This experience also taught him about blackmail. One day a neighbor kid accident saw him sucking off the other guys. When he started home the guy followed him. The guy stopped him and threatened to tell his mother what he saw unless he sucked the guy’s dick. They moved into the bushes and he sucked the guy off. Then for about 2-years he had to suck the guy off anytime that he wanted.

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The Log Cabin was a dingy little porno bookstore where I bought my gay magazines. I’d never been in it, but the porno theater was located in the back. I was still extremely naïve back in those days, and it embarrassed me to be seen buying queer magazines. I’d always tried to check out when there was no one else at the counter but the clerk. You can imagine how embarrassed I was to be buying a ticket and entering such a sleazy porno theater. As I moved down the darkened aisle trying to find a seat, I felt like everyone in the theater was looking at me and knew that I was a ’queer’ and that I was there to suck dicks. When I sat down, I looked behind me and saw a guy playing with exposed dick. When he caught me looking at him I was so embarrassed that I scrunched down in my seat so no one could see me.

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In a few minutes I felt someone sit down beside me. Without turning my head I glanced over and saw it was the guy from the XXX Video-store. As I sat there staring at the screen, he reached over, un-zipped my pants, took my cock out, and started stroking it. Instead of sucking me off, he jacked me off. After he made me cum, I looked around and discovered that several guys had moved over and was watching him jack me off. With a beet red face, I leaped up and fled the theater. On the way home I vowed that I never go back there, I’d stick with the XXX Video-store where no one could see me.

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My vow didn’t last long. After I thought about the situation, I realized that sure everybody in the place knew that I was a queer and that I was there to suck dick. I also realized that there was nothing to be ashamed of, because that was why they were there too. They were there either to suck a dick themselves or to get their dick sucked.

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To be continued…

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Part-6-of-

Log Cabin a second time (or how to pull a train)

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The next weekend, there I was again, walking down the dark aisle looking for a seat. I’ll admit that I was still a little apprehensive but not nearly as embarrassed as I’d been the last time.

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Once seated, I glanced to my left and saw a young Hispanic guy playing with his dick. Instead of being embarrassed that I caught him, he smiled and held it towards me as if inviting me to suck it for him. His brazenness was so embarrassing that I leaped up and moved to a seat on the back row. It wasn’t but a couple of minutes, before the Hispanic guy passed by me on his way towards the exit. I couldn’t believe it, but his pants were still un-zipped and his dick was hanging out. When I didn’t hear the exit door open and close, I looked over my shoulder to see what the problem was. Instead of leaving, the guy was leaning against the wall right behind me and still playing with his dick. When he caught me looking he waved it toward me again. In embarrassment I scrunched down in my seat and stared blank eyed at the screen. I felt something behind me, so I looked back over my shoulder. When I turned my head the Hispanic guy was standing so close that the head of his dick was only about two or three inches from my face. I was so shocked that my mouth dropped open. Before I could close it, he grabbed my hair and feed me his dick. Once he had it was in my mouth, I had no choice but to suck it for him. Judging by the way he grabbed the sides of my head and started hunching, I think he liked my mouth. It wasn’t long until his balls burst, filling my mouth with his hot gooey cum. Naturally he didn't let go of my hair until I swallowed every last drop. Then he casually zipped his pants and left off.

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When I turned back around in my seat, I was shocked to discover that there was a white guy standing right in front of me with his pants around his knees and his big dick hanging out. Like the Hispanic, without a work he pulled me forward and feed me his dick. As I closed my lips around it, he pulled me off my seat and down on my knees. I guess it's a power thing, but guys like the queer down on his knees when the queer is blowing them. As I knelt there sucking his dick, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw that everyone in the theater was crowding around so that they could watch me sucking dicks. Even as embarrassment reddened my face, I realized that I was a little turned on by the all the attention. When I finished off the white guy, I looked up and a nigger was taking his place. By now I knew what I was doing, so he didn’t have to feed me his dick. I grabbed it and feed it to myself.

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Before they let me up off my knees I had to jack off two guys and sucked off six more. I would have sucked off the two that I jacked off, but they didn’t want to be sucked off. I had to laugh at the last two guys that I sucked off. They walked into the theater, took one look at what was going on, and got into line. They may have been expecting to get their dicks sucked, but not that quick or that easy. Neither one of them seemed to mind though.

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I stuck around about thirty more minutes and managed to suck a couple of more dicks.

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Then with a very smug look on my face and a belly full of cum I headed homes. I’d always associated the term ‘pulling a train’ to a girl taking on several guys one right after another, and that it was usually meant as a derogator remark to show what a slut she was. Now that I’d ‘pulled a train’ I knew that it also applied to queers. After all we could be just as big, if not bigger sluts than a mere girl.

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Once I discovered the Log Cabin Porno Theater I was such an exhibitionist I practically lived there. I was going in so often that the clerks were starting to look at me funny. I stop in on the way to work so I could suck a little public dick. From Friday night to Sunday night was in there night and day. I’d go in Saturday morning and either suck or jack off everyone in the place. Then I go to lunch and come back and do it again. I’d only leave to go eat. I couldn’t believe how much dick I was getting to suck or jack off.

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A couple of days after the ‘train pulling’ experience, when I stopped in on the way to work, there were only about 3 guys in the place. The lights were turned up so I didn’t have any trouble finding my way to a front row seat. Hearing the door open, I looked around and saw a stocky bastard trying to stick his dick in the guy setting closest to the door’s mouth. I guess the guy didn’t suck, because he turned his face away and would let him put it in his mouth. The second guy wouldn't suck it either. When he tried the third guy, instead of sucking his dick, the guy started talking to him. They turned and looked at me, then talked a little more.

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When they finished talking, the stocky bastard turned towards me. Then with his dick still hanging out and a nasty leer on his face, he headed down the aisle in my direction. I couldn’t believe how big his dick was or that the other guys wouldn’t suck it for him. He was very proud of it; too, because when he got in front of me, he held it up in front of my face so that I could admire it. It amazes me when such an ass-hole has such a beautiful dicks. It was about 8 or 9-inches long, very fat, and had a big reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. Opinions vary on this point, but to me un-cut dicks are by far the most attractive. The head is like a present that I get to unwrap by easing down the foreskin. My knees go weak and I was his the moment he gave me the a nasty sneer, and ordered me to, “Open your mouth!” His dick was so fat that I popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost chocked before my saliva got his dick wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, he roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full.

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Not only did he have a big fine dick, but he also knew how to get it sucked. As he held my hair and pumping his huge dick in and out of my mouth, he snarled, “Suck my dick, you little fagot” As I sucked, he moaned and alternately called me a queer, a fagot, and a cock-sucker. Right before he got ready to cum, his dick swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His cum came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that cum oozed out of both corners of my mouth. He was an animal. He didn’t release my hair until I not only had I swallowed his load of ‘cum’, but until I’d licked his dick clean enough for him to put away. If the guy had realized how submissive I was when face by a dominate male, he could have made me his private cock sucker. All he would have had to do was demand my name, address, and phone number. I would have fell to my knees and gave it to him. After that, anytime he wanted his cock sucked, all he’d have had to do was call me and TELL me when he was coming over. But he wasn’t that smart.

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As usual, all the other guys had crowded around us so they could watch me suck the guy’s big dick. One guy actually stood there and discussed me with the bastard while I was sucking him off. When the guy was cumming in my mouth, the second guy even held my head so I’d be sure to get all the guy’s cum. He was so excited that as soon as the first guy finished, he moved in front of me and offered me his already hard dick. While I was sucking him off, two other guys got in line. One was the guy that pointed me out and the other was a guy that came in while I was already sucking dicks. When it got to be the guy that pointed me out’s turn, instead of wanting me to suck him off, he dropped to his knees and sucked me off.

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Then one Saturday it all came to an end. The clerk on duty made one of her periodic checks and caught me jacking off a guy in the back row. She acted like she didn’t see me, so I thought I was safe. But, the next time I tried to but a ticket she told me that the manager had bared me from the place. After that I had to contend myself with sucking dicks at the XXX Video store through a ‘glory-hole.’

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A couple of months later I moved to Ennis. While I was living there, if I wanted to suck dick I had to either connect with someone through the swing magazines or drive all the way to Kennedale. I answered an ad and hooked up with the owner of the local NAPTHA auto parts store. One afternoon, when his wife wasn't home, he had me come over to his house in the ritzy section of town. Right up front he told me that I could suck his dick, but that he wasn't going to suck mine. Even after I told him that it was OK, I could tell by the way he acted that he didn’t really think I was really going to suck his dick. When he took off his pants and sat down on the couch, it was as if he was daring me to suck his dick. After seeing him naked I could understand why he was unsure of himself. He was extremely hairy, especially his crotch, and he had a stubby little un-cut dick with a big dark head, and a big hairy pair of tight balls. If he'd known what a big queer I was he wouldn't have been worried. I'd suck anybody's dick as long as they were clean. In an effort to relieve his tension, even before I knelt down, I leaned over and kissed his dick's big head. As my lips touched his dick, he stammered, "I want you naked." He didn't take his eyes off me as I made a little production of stripping. Once I was naked I knelt between his legs and took his soft little dick in my mouth. My face was buried in his kinky pubic hair as I used my mouth to give him an erection.

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When I finished blowing him, he asked me to jack off for him. He wouldn't touch my dick, but he got his face about two or three inches from it while I was jacking it off. His eyes glazed over as he watched my dick spew cum my entire belly.

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I wanted him to sneak me into his auto parts store after hours. I thought that it would be kinky to blow him at his desk. But I was never able to make it happen.

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The employee turnover at the Log Cabin was so fast, that the only one that knew I was bared was the manager, who didn’t go on duty until 2:30 pm. As long as I left before then, I was OK. I’d get there about 10:30 and suck dicks until about 1:30 pm, then leave before the manager saw me. Like the XXX-Video-store, there was some good working guy’s dick to suck during the lunch hour.

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When I'd leave the ‘Log Cabin’ I'd head up the street to the XXX Video-store and suck off the late crowd there. Once I’d sucked all the dicks that I thought I'd get that day, I’d head back to Ennis.

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To be continued…

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Part-7-of-

Bob

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The best situation that I ever got into was with Bob. We hooked up through one of the swing magazines. We meet at the convenience store in Kennedale and I followed him to a motel. At first he was a little ill at ease as if he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I knew more about what I was doing now, so I suggested that he go ahead and strip and then lay down on the bed. I’d learned that guys were sometimes more comfortable if I wasn’t completely naked, and that they got off on me wearing panties. Guys would stroke my panty-clad ass and cup my panty-clad balls, when if I were wearing men’s underwear they wouldn’t touch me. Once I had him comfortable, I stripped down to my panties and crawled between his outstretched legs. Before giving his big, hairy balls a good licking, I first rubbed his dick all over my face. Next I licked and kissed its head as I eased down his foreskin. He loved my soft lips and warm, moist mouth. By the time I slipped my mouth over his big dick, he was more than ready to have his dick sucked. I couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed cumming in my mouth, especially when I swallow his big man size load of cum.

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After I finished him off, it was his turn to suck me off. He’d get on top of me in the ‘69’ position, and while I held either balls in my mouth or sucked his dick, he’d suck me until I cummed in his mouth.

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He traveled on his job. But after that anytime he was in town, we’d meet and I’d suck his dick. Damn, I liked sucking Bob’s cock. The more I sucked him, the better I got. He seemed to like it when I’d bring him almost to an orgasm, and then back him off. I would usually do this about 2 or 3 times before I’d let him cum. Sometimes he was too spent to even suck me off.

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A lot of the time, when he'd get back in town he’d meet me for one of my fantastic blowjob before he went home. We managed to meet about 2 or 3 times a month for about a year. Then his company got so much business that it kept him Bob out of town for almost a year. During that time he was only able to get back into town on weekends when his wife was off work. I hated it because we couldn’t get together anymore. I was in love with Bob’s cock and would have been content to serve him and suck it for years.

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All men feel powerful and have secret fantasies of completely dominating another guy. They want to have the guy groveling at their feet and be completely submissive to them. They want the guy to exist solely for their pleasure. Bob had a hidden dominant streak that I was slowly bringing out. I was slowly encouraging him to tell me what he liked and wanted, even give me orders, and a couple of times he’d even swatted me on the naked butt. I was planting the idea that I belong to him and existed solely for his pleasure. He was starting to call me his little cocksucker, and exhibiting signs of domination. He was starting to drop hints that he preferred that I was always naked in his presence. In a couple of months he would have me groveling at his feet and I wouldn’t have been allowed to stand in his presence.

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But his job put a stop to that.

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Bob, no different from other guys, like to talk while he was getting sucked off. And, like other guys he had a story about childhood dick sucking. As a child he spent most of his summers on his grandparent’s farm. Sending a kid to the country was a very common practice back in the days when fresh air and farm work was considered good for kids. The summer when he was nine, an older cousin also spent the summer there. The house was small so not only did he and his cousin share a room, but they also shared a bed. His cousin must have just hit puberty and was still excited about his new balls, because the first night Bob woke up and found his cousin jacking off. Bob feigned sleep, and even though he had no idea what his cousin was doing, he watched him anyway. By the second night, he was so mercerized by the white liquid spurting out of his cousin’s dick, that he was watching him openly. He was so openly fascinated that his cousin let him touch his dick and even stroke it a time or two. I guess his cousin like the feel of someone else’s hand on his dick, because by the fourth night, not only did his cousin let him touch his cock, he let him completely jack him off. Bob loved using his hand to pump the hot gooey white liquid out of his cousin’s dick so much that he could hardly wait for bedtime so that he could do it again.

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A couple of night later, his cousin told Bob that if he though jacking him off was fun that he should try putting his dick in his mouth. His cousin was right, when he put his mouth over his cousin’s cock, he did liked it. His cousin taught him how to move his mouth up and down his cock, and when his cousin's dick spewed hot cum into his mouth Bob loved that even more than jacking him off. After that his cousin’s dick stayed in Bob’s mouth as often as possible. Not only did Bob suck him every night when they went to bed, he sucked him off every chance he got. He sucked him off in the bathroom, in the bathtub, in the barn, the woods; in short he sucked him off virtually any place that he could get him alone.

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When summer was over he and his cousin went their separate ways, never to spend the summer together again.

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Bob played around with a couple of his little playmates, but for all practical purposes his dick sucking days were over. He went to college, got marred, raised a family, and completely forgot about his pre-adolescent dick sucking. Forgot, that is until he reached his 40’s. Then for some reason his mind wondered fondly back to that carefree summer that he’d spent innocent sucking dick. As he remembered how much he enjoyed sucking his cousin’s dick, he wondered if sucking a dick would still be as much fun. Out of curiosity, he visited a XXX-Video store and discovered that, not only was it still fun to suck another guy's dick, but that it was even more fun to have another guy suck his cock.

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To be continued…

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Part-8-of-

Midtowne SPA

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An E-mail buddy told me about a SPA that he went to there in Houston. It sounded fantastic, especially the maze. When he mentioned that it was a chain operation and that he thought they had a branch in Dallas, I went straight to direct assistance. The SPA was one big orgy of queers. Three hours later, I down on my knees inside the maze sucking a dick. The maze was a long dark hallway that twisted and turned around a lot of little alcoves. The alcoves were so guys walking through the maze could stop and have sex. Most guys walk through the maze naked but a few wore towels. I loved it; it was one big sucking fest. The first night as I was walking through the maze I meet a guy with a big dick. Without a word I reached out and took his dick in my hand and kissed its head. When he didn't pull away, I slipped it into my mouth. By the time it got hard I was down on my knees sucking him like I meant business. As I sucked his dick another walked up and put his dick in my hand. And another started rubbing his dick on my face. Before I got up off my knees I'd sucked off all three of them. Later I was sitting on a bench in one of the alcoves that they called the dudgeon. There was a swing hanging in there that was designed for people that wanted to receive anal, and a TV showing gay porn. As I sat there watching TV a guy walked in, stuck his dick in my mouth, and fucked me. After he cummed in my mouth, I licked him clean and he walked out.

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About thirty minutes later, when I went back to the dudgeon. There were six or eight guys standing there watching a two guys having sex. One guy was standing while a guy sitting on the bench sucked him off. As I walked up one of the watcher knelt down and started sucking the guy that was sitting down.

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I guess the guy standing beside me liked what he was seeing, because he starting to get an erection. When I glanced over at it, its head was just starting to peek out of his foreskin. I'm so queer for dick heads and foreskin that I guess that I wasn't being very subtle; I couldn’t take my eyes off it. When I looked up the guy was staring back at me. Except that he was staring at my face, instead of my dick. When we made eye contact, he reached over grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head. Then pulling me with him, he backed into a dark alcove off the dudgeon. Once we were in the dark he gently pushed me to my knees and feed me his dick. As I knelt three happily sucking his dick, he gently stroked my hair and watched the other three guys sucking each other off.

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Along about then I moved into the Bardwell Lake campgrounds for the winter. Then when summer came, I moved in to the Cedar Hills camp ground at Joe Pool Lake. While I was living at the Cedar Hill campgrounds I occasionally went to Kennedale to the Log Cabin movie theater and to the XXX-Video store and its ‘glory-holes.’ but I did most of my dick sucking at the Midtown Spa in Dallas. I loved this place. There was always something going on. While I was down on my knees in the maze sucking this guy off, another guy walked up and started jacking off. They both got off at the same time, one in my mouth and one all over the side of my face. I'd go on Fridays and Saturday nights. I had the key code to the gate at the campground so I could stay as late as I'd like.

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After I moved to Grand Prairie besides Kennedale, a ‘pen-pals’ told me about a new place that he’d found to cruise for dick. He claimed that he went during the day at lunch and that he had pretty good luck. It turned out to be W----- Park, where the junior league ball games were played. It was near my house and I’d been there many times, but I never thought of picking up dick there.

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I was so curious that after church on Sunday night I decided to try it. As I pulled in I cruised and parked on the turn around to the left. There was a car there but the guy in it didn’t seem interested in playing, I got out and sat down on a park bench by a footbridge over a small creek. In a few minutes another car pulled up and a guy got out. He looked at me a couple of minutes then headed across the bridge toward the footpath. When he saw that I was following him he stopped and waited for me. We chatted as we walked. When he stopped to urinating on a bush I joined him. By the time that I finished urinating, he’d moved around the bush into the woods. When I joined him, he was standing there with his pants down around his ankles and his dick in his hand. Without a word I knelt down and took his dick in my mouth. I sucked him for a little while, and then since I lived so close, I invite him home. I want him in my bed where I could suck him right.

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Ten minutes later he was in my bed with his legs wrapped around my neck while I lick his balls and sucked his dick. With a big grin, he ran his fingers through my hair and said, “Damn, you do like to suck dicks, don’t you?” Guys are real egotistical, they like it when I’m excited when I suck their dicks. But, what they really love is for me to let them cum in my mouth as I swallow. As excited as I got was sucking his dick, he was still surprised when I swallowed his cum.

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Ten minutes after he was gone I was back in the park, talking to a guy in a white pick up. After commenting about the weather I casually, ask him if he wanted his dick sucked. He didn’t want to go to my place, so I had to suck him off in the cab of his pickup. It was a little cramped but fun.

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One night I dropped into the Log Cabin XXX movie theater, and for some strange reason I found myself alone. As often happened when this female clerk was on duty and the crowed was this small, she puts on a gay movie. Eventually a straight looking white guy came in and sat down. I struck up a conversation but he came across as straight and not really interested in playing. Before long a black guy came in. When the white guy went to the bathroom, the black guy joined in the conversation. I guess he could tell that I was a queer because he told me that he was going to let me suck his dick. Then he suggested that the three of us go to motel and party. I told him that I curious about what it felt like to get fucked in the ass, and I’d go if he would fuck me.

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The white guy came back, even though I thought that he was straight, I ask him if he wanted to join us. Ten minutes later the three of us were in a sleazy motel room. The look of lust on both their faces, as they watched me slowly strip, made me shiver with anticipation. By the time I was down to my panties, they were both kneeling naked on the end of the bed waiting for me. They like my panties so much that they me leave them on. When I leaned over and kissed the head of the head of nigger’s dick, he laughed and pushed me to my knees at the foot of the bed. As the nigger continued to laugh and call me a slut, the two of them playfully rubbed the head of their dicks all over my face. As I knelt there enjoying the feel of their dicks on my face, I reached up and gently fondled their balls. Eventually I took both their dicks in my hand. Then even though it was a tight fit, put the head of both their dicks in my mouth at the same time.

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When their knees go tired, they moved to the head of the bed and leaned back on the pillows. Crawling between his legs, I went down on the nigger’s big black dick. After I sucked and slurped on it for a couple of minutes, he raised me up by my hair and said, “Damn, you little slut, you really do like to suck cocks don’t you?” Then he shoved my face back down so I could finish sucking him off. He laughed when, after he ejaculated in my mouth and I swallowed his salty cum, I kept right on sucking. He laughingly called me a ‘little cum slut’ as he wrapped his fingers in my hair and guided my mouth up and down on his shaft.

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Before my mouth could get him off again, he made me stop sucking and get up on my hands and knees. As I knelt there I felt him pull off my panties and smear lubricate around and into my ass hole. I quivered with fear when I felt the head of his big cock pressed against my ass. Afraid of the pain when a dick that big pierced my ass, I tried to relax my ass hole. I needn’t have worried though. Except for the initial thrust there was no pain. Three of four strokes later, I could feel his balls flopping against my naked butt. I didn’t think it could be possible it to feel any better, when I felt the palm of his hand pop against the cheeks of my naked butt. It stung with a combination of pain and bittersweet pleasure. I moaned with pleasure as his cock pumped in and out of my ass, and his palm continued to crash against my tingling butt cheeks. It was long until I felt him tense up as he climaxed.

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After I removed his condom, I washed off his limp cock with a damp washcloth. He couldn’t believe what a cum slut I was. Once I had him squeaky, clean I went back down on him and sucked him hard again. I would have sucked until he cummed in my mouth again, but he had other ideas. As soon as I had him good and hard again, he flipped me over on my face and made me spread my legs. Spreading my butt cheeks, he rammed his dick balls deep in my quivering ass. As he pounded my ass he roughly grabbed my hair and yanked my face up so that the white guy could get his cock into my mouth. It was fantastic. As the white guy held my face and rammed my mouth, the nigger hung on to my butt cheeks and pounded my tight ass. It wasn’t long until we were all three cumming. The white guy's dick in my mouth, the nigger's in my ass and me all over the bed. By this time I was too spent to continue. My ass tingled with pleasure as I dressed and stumbled out to my car for the drive home.

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To be continued…

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Part-9-of-

Lido’s

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After I lost my job at WG and got evicted from my duplex thing were slow for a while. But, after I got into the VA, an E-mail ‘pen-pal’ told me about the Lido Theater in Dallas. It was even easily accessible by Dart. The thing I like about the Lido’s is that it has two theaters, one queer and one straight. Plus, upstairs by the straight theater they have a hallway full of individual viewing rooms.

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After a couple of Saturday afternoon visits, I started learning how things operated there and was able to score more dicks. Once I started getting to suck some penis, I started trying to go every Friday and Saturday afternoon. The nice thing about the place was you never knew which theater was going to have the action. For instance, once the upstairs was full, but no action. When I went down stairs the theater was completely empty. I decided to take a breather, so I took the aisle seat in the very back row. I was only about halfway watching the movie, and was so relaxed that I was almost asleep. Then the door opened, and an average size guy walked in. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the dark he walked up the aisle towards me.

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Stopping beside me, he un-zipped his fly and took out his half hard penis. I guess he figured that anyone in this theater was a queer, because without a word, he took me by the hair, and feed me his cock. I’d just got him fully hard, when the door opened again. Afraid that it might be the security guard, he pulled his penis out of my mouth, and quickly stepped away from my seat. When he saw who it was, he said, “It’s OK, he just likes to watch.” Then, with his dick still hanging out, he moved into the aisle in front of me and sat down on the back of the seat. I guess I’m a natural born submissive, because I almost ejaculated, when he grabbed my hair and pulled my face toward his crotch, and he said, “Open your mouth you little fagot, you aren’t through sucking my cock!” As I noisily slurped and sucked his big dick, he moaned and wiggled his hips. When he got ready to ejaculate, he put his right leg over my shoulder, and held my face so tight against his crotch that my nose was buried in his kinky pubic hair. Then, as his balls exploded he groaned, “Swallow that cum you little cock sucker.” Even after I’d finished swallowing his cum, he held me against his crotch so that I would continue sucking him for a while. I can’t help it. I just love to be dominated.

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Another time, I’d checked out the gay theater and it was dead, so I headed back upstairs to the other screen. As I walked up the aisle past the individual viewing rooms, I noticed that there was a light on in one of the rooms and the door was ajar. That’s an open invitation to go in. Inside was a rough biker-looking guy. When the guy didn’t tell me to leave, I lock the door and walked over to the sofa. There is very little talking, so without a word I knelt between his out stretched legs and un-zipped his fly. When I started taking his cock out, he stood up and dropped his pants and sat back down. When I tried to take his cock in my mouth, he put his hand over his cock and pulled my face against his balls. Taking the hint, I started licking his balls. As I was licking his balls, he rubbed his hand on my butt, and then gave me a couple of light swats on the butt. Continuing to lick, I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants. I guess that was what he wanted, because he was quickly started swatting my bare butt and snarling, “Suck my cock you little queer.” Then as I eagerly sucked his cock, he slowly swatted my bare butt and moaned about my warm mouth, and how good I sucked dicks.

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After I’d finished sucking him off, I had him leave the door ajar as he left. Before the first guy had gone three steps, another guy was coming in the door. I didn’t even say anything to him. I just helped him dropped his pants, and pushed him down on the couch. As I took his penis in my mouth, I heard him say, “I guess you’re going to suck my dick?” I hadn’t been sucking long before he wrapped his legs around my neck and started moaning about how good I sucked.

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After that I drifted from one theater to for about an hour, until I found another door ajar. When I walked in I noticed that the guy looked very uncomfortable, a normal reaction to someone new at the life style. My usual method of breaking the ice is to take the initiative. In most cases, I took the imitative by playing with the guy’s dick. While I was playing with this guy’s dick, instead of relaxing, he asked me if the room was safe. Even after I assured him it was safe, and I took his cock out so that I could stroke it, he was still upset. So upset that he kicked me out.

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I sort of felt sorry for the guy. Over the next hour or so he watched me sucking and playing with other guy’s dicks. But he wasn’t getting in on any of the action. From the lustful look on his face I could tell that he wished that he’d taken me up on my offer to suck his dick.

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I sucked off a few other guys, and then I headed back to the VA.

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The next Friday was different, but just as good. When I came in there was no action in the gay theater or the upstairs. I eventually got the far end seat in the back row. I like this seat because there’s room for a guy to stand beside me while I suck him off. When I glanced over my left shoulder, there was a cowboy standing against the wall behind me while a Hispanic guy rubbed his crotch through his jeans. When the cowboy saw me looking, he pushed the Hispanic guy’s hand away, and moved close enough so I could reach him if I wanted to rub his crotch. When I put my hand no him, I could tell that he had a big dick. But, when I tried to un-zip his pants, he moved away. I figured that he was just a tease, so I forgot about him.

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Then I looked over my right shoulder, there was another guy standing against the wall with his dick out. I guess he saw me looking at him, because he walked over and stuck it in my mouth. I’m such a showoff. As I sat there sucking it, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes to be sure everyone was watching. Not only was everyone watching, but also they were moving nearer so they had a better view. Just as I was getting him good and hard, he had to move away because the guard came in. Instead of waiting around for the guard to leave, the guy asks me if I wanted to go to one of the private rooms and finishing sucking him.

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As I followed him out of the theater, the cowboy asked me if I wanted to suck his dick. I said, “Sure, but you’ll have to wait his turn. I have to suck off the other guy first.”

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The first guy turned out to be an OK guy. While he was putting money in the TV, he told me that he didn’t suck. I told him that was OK, because I sucked enough for both of us. I hadn’t been sucking his dick too long before I heard him mutter, “Damn, you weren’t kidding. You really do like to suck dicks, don’t you?” Then, in between and after I gave him what he called ‘the best blowjob in his life’, we jokingly bantered back and forth about my dick sucking and how good I was. Besides liking the way that I lick off his dick when I finished swallowing his cum, he was amazed by my soft lips, and my warm, moist mouth. He even thought it was funny when I ask him to leave the door ajar so the cowboy could come in. He thought the cowboy was a lucky guy because I was going to suck his dick for him.

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It turns out that this was the first time that the cowboy had been to a porno theater, and possibly the first time that another guy had ever sucked his dick. While he was putting money in the TV, I un-zipped his pants and took out what turned out to be about 8-inches of dick. It was so big that I was anxious to get it into my mouth. It was tough trying to get him interested in getting sucked off, because he couldn’t decide on a movie. He wasted $3 before I finally told him it didn’t make a shit what station it was on, because he was going to be so busy getting his dick sucked that he wasn’t going to be watching it anyway.

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Once I got his pants down and his penis in my mouth, things got much better. He got as excited about getting sucked off as the other guy. He liked his blowjob so much that he wanted to come to my house and get another.

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After I went back in the theater catching my breath, my ex-father in law came in. We hadn’t seen each other in years, so even though I recognized him, he didn’t recognize me. At first I hung back from playing in front of him for fear he’d eventually recognize me. After we’d both moved down to the gay theater and back, I couldn’t help staring at him. I finally gave up and went back to work. I guess he noticed my undue attention, because as I returned from my second trip to a room, he stopped me to ask me if I wanted to suck his dick. All of a sudden I had this fantasy of suck his dick. In answer I said, “Let’s go to a room.”

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For such a short guy he sure did have a big dick. Like the other guys, he couldn’t believe how good I sucked. I have to admit that it really good for my ego to have guys to moan and rave about my hot mouth and my super sucking. He could churn out a pretty good load of cum for an old guy, too. I’m not surprised at how hot he was and his sexual powers. His daughter was as hot as a firecracker and would fuck at the drop of a hat. I did everything that it was possible for a man and woman to do with each other, except anal. Other than the fact that I wasn’t into anal, I have no idea why we never did it. Her brother was as horney as she was and they were always talking about how their parents were always getting it on. While I was sucking him off, he told me that his wife had recently died and that he’d drove all the way there from Durant.

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Found two more doors ajar, but they were both Mexicans. I’m not sure why but I only like to suck American born Hispanic penis. Guys from across the border tend to make me uncomfortable. After a few minutes I decided that it would be really kinky to suck off the Hispanics. I went back to the first booth because the guy in there had a much large cock than the average Hispanic. Turned out the guy didn’t speak English and wouldn’t let me suck his cock because I didn’t speak Spanish. The second guy didn’t give me a reason, but he didn’t want his cock sucked either. Can you imagine a couple of ‘wet backs’ having the gall to turn down one of my blowjobs?

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Gave up and left.

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To be continued…

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Part-10-of

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What a wasted fucking Friday? Had a lot to do, so I got a late start. I was running so late that I shouldn’t have gone to Lido’s, but I hoped that sucking a few dicks would cheer me up. Instead of getting there between 1 pm and 1: 30 pm, I got there around 3:30 pm. Things started going bad as soon as I walked in. They were cleaning upstairs so they were showing straight porn in the queer theater. The place was packed but it was so dark I couldn’t see if there was any action or not, and it took me about five minutes to find a seat.

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As I relaxed down in my seat, a new movie was starting. The girl was my idea of the perfect woman. She was very athletic looking, with wide shoulders and strong arms and chin. I like a girl with a tight little butt, and nice, perky little mouth size tits. As I watched the movie, I realized that from the back she could pass for a boy. Then it came to me that every girl that I’ve ever really like, even though they were very feminine, looked a little boyish. I think this proves that even though I was only fucking girls, I was already queer and didn’t know it. Even as pretty as Joan is, she’s a little masculine looking. She looks so masculine that she could easily pass for a TV in drag. Or, with no make up and loose fitting boyish cloths she could pass for a sissy looking boy.

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These looks came in handy with her strange sense of humor. She likes to go to gay bars and turn on the lesbians. Her masculine looks allowed her to dress ‘butch’ and turn on the ‘lip stick’ lesbians. Or, she could dress sexy and turn all the ‘dykes’. But no matter how she was dressed, every lesbian in the room wanted to eat her hot pussy. Actually no matter where we were, every girl in the place (straight or lesbian) was hot for her. Judging from the way she was dressed when she came home, I think that sometimes when she went to the gay bars that she passed herself off as a sissy little queer and turned on the macho men.

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It was so dull that I dozed off. When I woke up, instead of a girl giving a guy head, there was a sissy looking guy sucking on his boyfriend’s BIG dick. The place wasn’t as full and there was even a little action. Unfortunately I couldn’t get to it. There was a guy lounging in the end seat, stroking his dick. There was a big fat gray haired nigger rubbing his cock on the head of the guy sitting. I think he was trying to get the guy to suck it for him. I thought about sucking the other guy’s cock, but there was so many guys standing around watching that I couldn’t get near him.

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There were only 3 guys there when I got upstairs. When I sat down a guy moved over beside me. Even though I had my dick out, he didn’t touch it. The place was so dead that I gave up and left. It was the worst trip to a porno theater that I’ve had in a long time. Then to top it all off, when I got outside it was raining.

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Saturday my regular ‘dick-day’ was better than yesterday, but just barely. When I got to the porno place, an old codger had his motorized chair parked in the back corner of the gay theater where, when you came in you’d trip over it in the dark. Then to make maters worse, he monopolized the HOT seat. The back aisle seat is where all the action is.

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When I got upstairs, things were dead there too. It seems there was an elderly couple (she- 50’s, he- 60’s) there watching the movies. They are regulars and when they are present guys go into their macho mode then just sitting there doing nothing. There was one guy that acted like he wanted his dick sucked, but I couldn’t seem to get his attention. I used all the tricks I’d learned from flirty girls. I made eye contact, and sensuously sucked on my fingers. I made eye contact, overtly looked at his crotch, and then looked him in the eyes while I slowly licked my lips.

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Later, as I was walking down the aisle, I found a viewing room door ajar. As I went in and sat down, I noticed that it was the guy inside was the one whose attention I couldn’t get. After he put money in the TV, he turned and adopted a macho stance by put his hands on his hips, and looked down at me as I was eagerly un-zipping his fly, I figured I had a macho man that was going to make me his ‘bitch.’ When I had his cock out, I stroked it about twice. Then I unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop around his ankles. He must have been planning to get his cock sucked because he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Turned out the poor guy was not only, not a macho man, but he had a short cock (3”) and a short fuse as well. I closed my warm, moist mouth around his stiff little cock and as I gently sucked, I clinched my mouth like it was a hot pussy. About the fifth time I clinched on it, his balls exploded. His stiff little cock may have only been tiny, but he had a hell of a load of cum. He spewed hot cum in my mouth for about five minutes.

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In the next room, the guy was playing with his cock. But, he didn’t want it sucked. He just wanted to play with it.

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When I came out, the couple was leaving, so I figured that the action would start. Before I could even get into the theater, another couple came in. Talk about mismatched? Even though she was wearing a conservative business suit and looked brainy, because of her ‘f—k me’ high heels, I think she was a topless dancer on a date with a customer. The guy looked about 10-years older than her, and was her complete opposite. He was wearing a dark t-shirt and bib overalls. He was about 6-foot tall and huge. Not fat, but huge. He must have weighted 400 lbs.

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I sat where I could watch them in the hope that she would get excited and put on a show. No such luck. She sat there like a bump on a log until I got bored and left.

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On the way out I ducked into another room. This time the guy had about 6-inches of hairy, hard cock and a pair of tight balls. He didn’t have much experience because he didn’t even know how to pull his pants and underwear down. Instead of spreading his legs so that I could get between them, he held his legs together and leaned back with his arms on the back of the couch. I sucked him for about $3 worth of TV time but he still wouldn’t relax, enjoy his blowjob, and let himself cum. I split.

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In the next room was the guy that just wanted to jack off. When I came in he was putting some kind of lubricant on his cock. I ask him if it had any taste, but he didn’t know. I figured that there was only one way to find out. So, I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, and sucked it for a while. After I told him that it tasted like cherry, I went back to sucking him. I sucked him for three or four more minutes, before he stopped me and said that he still wanted to be alone. What kind of ass-hole doesn’t want one of my fantastic blowjobs?

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Something happened that I’ve dreaded ever since I’ve been at the VA. When I first got there I saw a guy that I thought I recognized as a new resident in the Dom. I wasn’t sure if it was him or not, so I checked out what he was wearing. Later that evening, I saw him signing back onto the ward. Now I’ve got to worry about whether he’s going to blow my cover or not. Of course to blow my cover he had to blow his own as well.

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Another wasted fucking another trip to Lido’s, this makes about 3 or 4 crappy trips in a row, I’ve decided that from Thanksgiving until probably New Years is going to be a waste of time,

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Got into the CWT and started working in EMS as a janitor. Left DOM and moved into mobile home with S------n. Now I have the freedom to start answering swinger ads again. Every Saturday is now 'dick day' and I spend it at the Lido porno theater sucking dicks.

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Even after a hard night’s work and a bad night’s sleep, on 'Dick day' Saturday, March 12, 2005 I still managed to drag my dumb ass out of bed and head for Lido’s, my porno theater. As usual I checked out the down stairs gay theater first. There were about a dozen guys there, but no action. Plus, there were only a few guys in the straight theater. I sat down beside a guy and started playing with his dick. He liked for me to play with it, but he didn’t want me to suck it for him.

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When it rains it pours.

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To be continued…

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Part-11-of-

The Suck Slave

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I’ve always had this secret fantasy about being a Dom’s suck slave. When I saw an ad in one of the swinger magazines for slave couples, I took a chance and answered. When he found out what a submissive little cum slut I was, Master John decided to give me a chance. He picked me up about 9:30 and took me back to his apartment in Mesquite for my first slave session. Before we even pulled away from my trailer he told me that inside his apartment I was to address him as Master John. Then he reminded me that I wasn’t to wear any underwear, not even panties. On the way over, he informed me that I was to obey his ever command or be punished. He also told me that his wife was going on a ‘girl’s night out’ so we’d have the place all to ourselves to do our thing. ‘Our thing’ was his teaching me how to be his submissive little cum slut suck slave.

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While he was unlocking his door, he told me that slaves weren’t allowed to wear cloths inside his apartment. As soon as we stepped into his living room, Master walked over to his recliner and picked up a riding crop. When he turned back around I could tell by the look on Master’s face that the fun and games were about to begin. Using his riding crop as a pointer, Master ordered me to strip and stand in the middle of the room with my legs apart and my hands behind my back. Nervously I stood there while Master inspected me like I was a Negro on a pre-civil war auction block. It was very humiliating to stand there while he poke and prod my body with his riding crop. It was even more humiliating when he used his riding crop to lift up my balls then my limp dick so that he could inspect them. The funny thing is that as humiliating as it was I loved it.

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After I passed inspection, just because he could, Master gave me several light swats across my naked butt with his riding crop. Then he blindfolded me. It felt strange to be standing naked in the middle of the room and not be able to see anything or to know what was going on. Master left me standing there for awhile to, I think, make me nervous. He even opened and closed the door a few times so that I wouldn’t know if we were alone or not. For all I knew there could have been three or four people watching me stand there. The ‘unknown’ was so exciting that literally quivered with anticipation.

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Then I felt Master’s hand on my shoulder as he pushed me down on my knees and feed me his huge dick. Once I got his dick hard, Master led me, still blindfolded, into his bedroom. He had me get on my hands and knees on the bed while he greased me up ass. Then as he inserted a vibrator up my ass and told me that if I dropped it I’d be punished.

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After I sensed Master lay down on the bed in front of me, he grabbed the back of my head and guided my face to his crotch so that I could continue licking his hairy balls and sucking his dick. His balls were so enormous that I could just barely get one in my mouth. When I started kissing and licking the head of his dick, even blindfolded I could tell that it was a big as a golf ball. His dick was so thick that I could just hardly fit it into my mouth. As I closed my lips around it, he shoved on the back of my head and drove his dick into my mouth so deep that I could feel it bumping the back of my throat. His dick was so big that even buried that deep in my mouth; there was still a couple if inches left. I got so excited sucking Master’s dick that the vibrator fell out of my ass. I can still feel the sting of his riding crop as he gave me ten more slashes across my naked butt. The lashes were accompanied by a very stern lecture about the importance of a suck slave obeying his Master’s every command and the consequences of disobedience.

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Then he told me to make him cum in my mouth and to swallow every last drop. Any spillage would result in disciplined. My naked butt still stung from my last spanking, so when I felt him cumming, I didn’t take any chances. I deep throated him and sucked until his balls were completely drained.

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Then he removed my blindfold and took me into the living room.

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We spent the next couple of hours, with me sitting on the floor between his legs sucking his big cock and playing with his balls while he lectured me about submission and slavery. His son and daughter both lived in the same apartment complex so we kept being disturbed by his grandkids. Everytime one would knock on the door, I’d have to hide in the bedroom. Finally he had me dress so it would be such a both when they knocked, I could just stay on the couch. Later his daughter came by end got onto all the kids and ran them off. Apparently she knew that I was a potential slave for her father, because she gave me a knowing look and told them that they couldn’t disturb their grandfather while he had ‘company.’

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I was never sure if I passed the test or not, but the next week his hour changed, giving us a conflict in working hours. I was working 2-nd shift Monday through Friday and as a guard at DFW they shifted him to a weekend shift, working 2-nd shift Tuesday through Sunday.

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To be continued…

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Part-12-of-

A wonderful day in the porno theater

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I’d had a small malignant cancer removed from my lip and for several weeks felt like crap. On Wednesday, May 25, 2005 when I got off work I was so keyed up that I couldn’t sleep. Instead of just lying there in bed I spent the night on my computer. Sometime during the night I decided that I was so emotionally exhausted that I needed a day off and a trip to my porno theater for some dick therapy. It always makes me feel more queer when I wear them, so I hand washed my new pair of panties and hung them in the bathroom to dry. I’d been e-mail a guy named Joe about a suck date. He was only available during the week and had given me his work number in case something came up. One call and I had a 3 o’clock suck date at the Lido.

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Next I called Master John. His work hours had been changed again and there was a chance that we could start meeting on Saturday or Sunday afternoons. Caught the 10:15 bus to the Ledbetter station and was on my way home.

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It was the best visit that I’ve had in ages, before I went home I managed to suck nine dicks. Not a one of them were circumcised plus every one of them was at least six inches or more long. I didn’t even bother stopping at the gay theater, instead I headed straight up stairs. As soon as I walked in the theater I grabbed a guy’s crotch, stroked his dick about twice, and we were heading for a room. When we got to the room I wasn’t sure that I liked this guy. Besides being a little bossy, he was too cheap to put money in the TV to pay for the room. When I started toward the door, he said, “Where do you think you’re going? You haven’t sucked my dick yet.” Like I said, he was a little bossy.

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“But, we didn’t put any money in the TV.” I answered as I turned back towards him. By then he had his pants and underwear off and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Grabbing my shoulder, he shoved me down onto my knees and shoved his crotch in my face. I’d only licked his balls about two or three times before he turned his butt towards me. I thought maybe he didn’t like me licking his balls, so I asked him what the problem was. Nothing he says, I want you to lick my ass.

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Licking guy’s, or for that matter, girl’s ass-holes was a practice that I considered completely disgusting that I’d never done before. So, not only was I not interested in licking anyone’s ass-holes, not even Joan’s, but it was something that I’d promised myself that I’d never do. When I told him that I didn’t lick ass-holes, his reply was, “Don’t give me that shit. All you queers lick asses. Now shut up and get to licking!” I was wrong. He wasn’t just a little bossy he was dominating. I’m so submissive that when a dominating guy like him gives me orders all I can do is obey. I didn’t really lick his ass-hole though; I just lick the crack of his butt. I was both nervous and a little disgusted, as I screwed up my courage and spread his butt checks. As I stared at his hairy ass-hole, I meekly asked that, “If I lick your ass, will you jack off on my face?” All the bastard did was snarled, “Damn it, fagot, I’m getting tired of telling you! Lick my fucking ass, now!”

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In fear, I lightly flicked his puckered ass-hole about two or three times and discovered that licking a guy’s ass-hole wasn’t quite as disgusting as I’d imagined. He positively moaned with pleasure when I started to eagerly licking his tight little ass-hole. The faster I licked the faster that he stroked his dick.

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Just when I was starting to enjoy myself, he whirled around, grabbed my hair, and shoved my head down on the arm of the couch. When I looked up the head of his un-cut dick was about three inches from my face. With one hand he pinned my head to the couch and with the other he continued to pump his dick. As I watched cum spewed out of his dick and splashed the side of my face. He let about two gigantic globs of hot scalding cum hit my face before he rammed his dick in my mouth and so that I could swallow the rest of his load.

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As I sprawled there with his hot cum oozing down my face, he pulled up his pants. But before he zipped up, he made me kiss the head of his dick. Damn, but guys like him get off on dominating submissive little queers like me.

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Three minutes later, another horny guy was taking me to a room. I knew this guy was serious about getting his dick sucked when he dropped his shorts and he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Like all guys he enjoyed having his balls lick, but he positively went crazy when I dropped my tongue down from his balls and started licking his ass-hole. I guess I have to face it. Everyday I’m turning into a bigger and bigger queer. Now that I’ve tried it, I like licking ass-holes. It wasn’t long after that until his big un-cut dick was filling my mouth with hot cum.

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On the way back to the theater I stuck my head into a room with the door ajar and the in use light on. A gray haired cowboy, whose dick I’d played with earlier, invited me in. When I knelt down in front of him, he stood up and dropped his pants. I was having fantastic luck today. When I got his jeans down, he had a huge pair of balls and a nice big un-cut dick. (I’m queer for un-cut dicks). His balls were very sensitive and he wouldn’t let me lick them. I had to go straight for his big fine dick. It took a little work, but I got it hard. Just when the sucking was getting good the time on the TV ran out. When he didn’t want to put in another dollar, I reminded him that he hadn’t cum yet. He said that he probably wasn’t going to cum. I told him that I specialized in making ‘older’ guys cum. His reply was that age didn’t have anything to do with it that he was a diabetic. I said, “You mean that the guys that I can’t make cum are probably Diabetics and just didn’t tell me. He asked me if I’d ever sucked off a guy that had sweet tasting cum. When I told him that I had, he said, “You’ve sucked off a Diabetic then, because a Diabetic’s cum tastes sweet.”

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Went back into the theater and played with two or three guy’s dicks. But, they didn’t want to take me to a room so I could suck their dick.

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I walked up to a guy that was leaning against the black wall. As soon as I touched his dick, he invited to a room so I could suck his dick. He hummed and gently ran his fingers though my hair as I merrily licked his hairy balls. As soon as my willing mouth engulfed his big un-cut dick, he started cumming. I deep throated him and sucked until his big balls were drained dry.

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Nothing was happening so I leaned against the back wall. One of the guys whose dick I’d played with earlier walked up and leaned up beside me. When I glanced over at him, he was taking out his dick. As it dangled there, he looked over at me and smiled. After I stroked it about twice he reached and put it away. As he walked away, he looked over his shoulder and said, “Come on.” He turned out to be another cheap bastard. He claimed that he didn’t have any ones for the TV, that he only had a twenty. I asked him if he wanted me to wait in the room while he went down stairs for change. As he opened his fly and let his un-cut dick flop out, he answered, “Yes, but I want you to suck me a little first.” Putting his hand on my shoulder, he pushed me down to my knees and told me to his suck his dick. I loved it. He was my kind of guy. A guy that knew he wanted and went for it. I couldn’t get his dick in my mouth fast enough.

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After I sucked on it for a couple of minutes he pulled his dick out of my mouth and turned toward the TV. When I tried to get up, he snapped, “Stay down. You’re not through yet.” Then the sneaky bastard put four dollars that he’d had all the time in the TV. As I knelt there watching and waiting, he stripped off his pants and underwear, exposing a huge pair of hairy balls and a big 7-inch un-dick. Then he sat down on the couch and spread his legs so I that I’d have better access to his dick. Because I was so anxious to get his big, fine looking dick in my mouth, I wasn’t too upset that he wouldn’t let me lick his balls. As soon as the head of his dick passed between my lips, he grabbed the sides of my head and jammed his dick so far into my mouth that my nose was buried in his pubic hair. He held me so tight that I couldn’t even bob my head up and down. All I could do was suck and pulse my lips like it was a pussy.

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Using my mouth like it was a pussy was a technique that I learned from Joan. Due to pussy tightening exercises, she had such excellent muscle control in her tight little pussy. She could clinch and unclench it like it was a fist. I’ve seen her pick up a coke bottle with her pussy. She squatted down and clinched her pussy around the neck of the bottle like she was closing her hand. Then she would stand up with the bottle hanging from her pussy. She could make me cum without either one of us even moving. I’d bury my hard dick in her tight pussy and as we held each other in a loving embrace she’d, then, clinch and unclench her pussy until I’d cum. She always laughed at how loud it would make me scream. This was what I did to this guy, but with my mouth since I don’t have a pussy. I clinched and unclenched my cheeks as I gently sucked his dick. Judging from his loud moans and the huge load of salty cum that he feed me, he enjoyed my warm moist mouth as much as I enjoyed Joan’s tight pussy. I made him cum so hard that his dick literally throbbed. Every time it would throb he would spew more cum into my mouth. I didn’t think that he was ever going to quit cumming. I don’t think that I’ve ever sucked off a guy that delivered a bigger load of cum. He had trouble putting his pants on because I wouldn’t stop kissing the head of his dick. I even kissed it once for good luck before he zipped up his fly.

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When he left I was still down on my knees in front of the couch. Another guy, whose dick I’d played with in the theater, came into the room. But instead of a blowjob he was trying to borrow a pen. I didn’t have one, so he headed for the door. As he turned away I said, “There’s no point in wasting free room time, you might as well let me suck your dick.” Instead of going out the door, he locked it. As I was sucking his dick, he wrapped his legs around my neck, grabbed the sides of my head and started working his hips. When I raised my face and told him to, “Fuck me!” He got so excited that he jumped up, grabbed my hair and fucked my hot mouth like I was a two-dollar whore. He pounded me so hard that his dick was hitting the back of my throat and his balls were slapping against my chin. He had a lot of cum for an old dude.

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While I was catching my breath another guy came in. I didn’t suck him too long before he wrapped his legs around my neck, moaned real loud, then tensed up like he was cumming a quart. Even though he thanked me profusely and raved about what a wonderful job I’d done sucking his dick, I never felt or tasted any single drop of cum. Not only that, but his dick never got hard. His dick not getting hard didn’t mean anything though, because I’ve made a lot of older guys cum even without an erection.

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When I met Joe down stairs for our suck date he didn’t want to stay there. He was nervous and wanted to talk. I told him that I was hungry and if he like we could talk while we grabbed a bite to eat. He took me to a BBQ place that he like and while I ate a sandwich he told me about going to nudist camps and how much he liked being naked. Then I told him about his one try at swinging. He met a lady that wanted her boyfriend to turn bi so that she could watch him have sex with other guys. He and the boyfriend tried but since neither of them knew what they were doing it was a total fiasco. They didn’t do much more than hold each other’s dick in their mouth for a couple of minutes. He’d only tried sucking a dick that once and apparently didn’t like. He was worried that if I sucked his dick that I’d expect him to suck mine in return. I explained to him that was the good thing about swinging, sucking dick was a personal choice, not an obligation. I told him how much that I liked sucking dicks, and then assured him that if he didn’t want to suck my dick that was fine. I would suck his anyway.

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Because he liked to be naked so much, Joe took me to me to a queer spa called ‘the Men’s Club” that he had been going to for about a year. As soon as we got there I joined a guy in a room two doors down from mine. I sucked his big fucking dick for a while but I couldn’t make him cum. He told me that I sucked really well, and that it wasn’t my fault. He’d been jacking off all day and there just wasn’t anything left. Queers as a rule are much nicer than straight guys, so after an amiable conversation, I left. I think that he Joe was fibbing about going to the spa so long, because he didn’t know the first thing about how to circulate and find action. I think I made him a little jealous, because he would back off and let me score any dick. He stayed so close to me that everyone thought that we were together and no one would play. Joe loved it when I played with his dick in the hot tub and the sauna, but I think having other guys watching made him a little nervous.

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Finally Joe told me that he was ready for me to show him how to suck a dick sucked, so we went to his room. Joe liked it when I raised his legs up and licked his shaved balls. I tentatively licked his ass-hole but when he didn’t respond, I moved back to his balls. He did respond though when I draped his legs around my neck and started licking and kissing his dick. I laughed when he got so excited that he grabbed my hair and started talking dirty to me. I thought that he was going to die when I took his cum in my mouth and swallowed it. When I finished sucking him off, he kept saying, “You swallowed my ‘cum’! You swallowed my ‘cum’!” over and over. It turns out that I was the first guy to suck him to completion. He couldn’t believe that a guy would let him cum in his mouth, much less swallow it.

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While we were catching our breath, we played with each other’s dicks and talked about dick sucking. Poor Joe was so apologetic. He didn’t mind playing with my dick, but he just couldn’t bring himself to suck it for me. He was as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night. After I reassured him that things were

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After I gave him his blowjob, he got upset because I kept trawling for dicks. The sneaky bastard got so jealous that he stuck my backpack in the lobby and took off without me. He was supposed to drop me off at the nearest train station; instead I had to walk 8 or 9 blocks to the Pearl Street train station.

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I got off the train at West End so that I could eat supper at Hoffbrau’s for supper. I’d already missed the last bus from Ledbetter station to my trailer park, so I took my time and read my book while I was eating. Afterwards, I hopped on the train then grabbed a cab the rest of the way home.

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I was sick and missed worked for five days. Monday night when St-----n got home from work, he informed me that he was going to be moved out by Wednesday. On Tuesday, May 31, 2005, when I went to work I had a conference with the head of house keeping. When I told him that my rent and etc was doubling and between that and my $200 a month cab fare home, he transferred me to days starting tomorrow. I’ve gotten use to living with St-----n and working second shift so part of me is a little apprehensive about the change. But, on the other hand, the thought of being alone again so that I can go back to wearing panties and gowns around the house is very exciting. I could also start entertaining hot men at home instead of at the Lido or in a motel.

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St-----n couldn’t seem to get his plans straight. Instead of a week it took him nearly a moth to finally move out. When I got home from Lido’s Saturday afternoon he came by and removed all his stuff from the living room. Before he left we agreed that if I’d pay Rodney the last $1000 that St-----n owed him, I would own the trailer. I also took the washer and dryer to cover the $250 that St-----n owed me.

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Except for another first, the trip to the Lido today was an uneventful trip. I was only able to suck three dicks and I only got two of them to cum. The place was so dead that it took me awhile to get a guy that wanted his dick sucked and even then I had to settle for a Mexican. Hispanics are starting to take the place over so it’s getting hard to find a white guy that wants his dick sucked than it once was. It looks like if I’m going to keep sucking dicks at the Lido there whether I like it or not, I’m going to have to start settling for Mexicans. When we grabbed a room another guy joined us. We started out with both of them sitting on the couch with their pants down around their ankles. Since he took me there and paid for the room, I started out by sucking the first guy’s limp little un-cut dick, while I jacked the second guy off. The second guy wasn’t satisfied with getting jacked off so he moved around and feed the first guy his dick. Then he knelt down and started sucking me. It hard to believe what with all the 3-somes and groups that I’ve done, but this was the first time that a guy had sucked my dick while I was sucking off another guy. Normally most guys are so interested in getting their dick in my hot mouth that they never even think about sucking me.

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Before I knew it, they had me submissively lying on the couch while they took turns feeding me their hard dicks. When the second guy wasn’t feeding me his dick, he was sucking my dick. I think that he was a tease though because every time I got close to cumming, he’d back off. He wouldn’t let either of us cum. When I was sucking his dick, when I got him close he would back off. He might have been paying me back because when he tried to kiss me I turned my head. Fortunately the first guy wasn’t working under the same handicap. When he started cumming he almost drowned me in cum.

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To be continued…

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