I couldn't help smiling, almost whistling as I browsed at the magazines at the Log Cabin adult bookstore. It had been a wonderful two years since I’d discovered glory holes and the joy of sucking dicks. Who would have ever dreamed that a womanizing homophobe could derive so my pleasure being on my knees in a viewing booth sucking anonymous stranger’s dicks through a hole in the wall? I still can’t believe the warm feeling I get when a dick comes through the hole and I take it in my mouth and know the pleasure I’m bring a total stranger as I close my lips around it and start sucking. The feeling of contentment when the dick tenses up and the stranger pays me the ultimate compliment of filling my mouth with the essences of his manhood, a load of hat salty cum. The warm glow that I experience as I show his gift the respect it deserves and let it slide slow down my throat. To do any less would be disrespectful to us both.
I’m proud of my new found calling and but because of society’s outlook to such activities I’ve kept my dick sucking to the confines of private viewing booths. Were anyone to find out it would have an adverse affect on my life and I don’t think that I’d like that, especially as well as my life’s going now.
Besides discovering the joys of sucking dicks I’ve reconnected with Linda and old girlfriend and briefly moved in with her in her mobile home in Kennedale. This had a double pay off. Besides living with Linda, it put me less than fifteen minutes from the adult bookstores with the viewing booths.
After I’d lived with Linda for awhile we both realized that we were good dates and lovers but poor living companions. I believe she came to that realization before I did because when we discussed it she’d already arranged for the mobile home park she lived in to rent me a mobile home. It was a repo for non payment trailer and for six or eight month had been used by maintenance for storage. It was a long three-bedroom single wide with the master bedroom in the back and kitchen and dinning room at the front.
The front door was on the side and it had a fifteen by fifteen foot covered deck for a front porch. The other two bedrooms were between the living room and the master bedroom and were connected by a half bath. A hallway ran down the right wall back to the bedroom. The back door was right outside the master bedroom door.
I actually liked living alone was great. The beauty of living there was besides being close enough to date and when she felt like it fucking Linda, was that I was only about ten or fifteen minutes from my favorite adult bookstore and its glory holes. I even passed it going too and from work, so I could stop in on the way to or home from work and suck a dick or two.
Finally settling on three magazines I moved to the front check-out counter to pay. I was getting better, I was still self conscious when I was in the gay section browsing but it no longer embarrassed me to hand them to the clerk when I paid.
I paid and the clerk slipped my magazines in a gray plastic bag and I left. When I pulled into my drive way my neighbor was in his driveway working on his car. We weren’t what you’d call great friends but we were more the ‘speak when we saw each other each other outside’ verity.
When I pulled into my driveway and got out of my car I strolled next door and spoke to Joe.
He was an average looking guy, dark hair, glasses and about five-foot nine or so to my six-foot three. No one that would stand out in a crowd. I didn't know a lot about his private life. Like me he lived alone. The only time I ever saw a lady there was when he was standing out front arguing with his crazy ex-wife. I say crazy because from my kitchen window I could hear them arguing and from what I heard her saying she was definitely crazy.
As we chatted Joe asked me to hand him a wrench. Unthinkingly I laid my bag of magazines in the open top of his tool box while I found the one he wanted. It was a nice day to be outside so we chatted about ten minutes before I finally headed for my trailer.
Inside I slipped a pair of gym shorts on over my panties. Yes I like to wear panties. I’m not a cross dresser or anything but there’s just something about the way they cup my balls and the feel of the silken material against my skin. I guess they appeal to my feminine side.
I’d just done a quick clean-up in the kitchen and was straightening up the living room when there was a knock at the door. It was Joe, hair damp from a shower and wear clean Levis and a white t-shirt. Before I could say anything he stormed angrily into the living room. Stunned, I shut the door and turned to face him.
Waving the bag of magazines in my face he almost yelled, “Would you like to explain this? Are you a god damned dick sucking homosexual? For god’s sake you have that hot looking girlfriend down the block that I know for a fact that you’re fucking. ”
Stunned and embarrassed I stammered, “Not exactly.”
“Not exactly…what the fuck does that mean?”
Never having been confronted before I was handling this badly. “I sorta suck dicks but I’m not a homosexual.”
“How the fuck can you ‘sorta suck dicks and not be homosexual?”
“I’m a cocksucker not a homosexual. A homosexual is interested guys romantically. We’re not interested in kissing and dating guys. All a cocksucker is interested in is sucking the guy’s dick and giving him pleasure. We care nothing about who the guy is or what he looks like. He can be the biggest ass-hole in the world and we’ll still suck his dick. All we care about is serving his cock. It’s almost like we worship the cock and balls.
“And where does all the cock worshiping and sucking take place?”
“Because Linda lives just a few trailers down and I’m uneasy about bring guys here, it happens in viewing booths at the XXX-video up the road in Kennedale.”
“I know where it is.”
“Do you know what a glory hole is?”
“I’ve seen them.”
“Well, I go in a booth with a glory hole and wait for a dick to come through the hole and then I kneel down and suck it.”
“You kneel down in those booths? The floors are covered with used condoms and crusted with stale cum and piss. You just suck any cock that comes through the hole? How do you know whose it is?”
“Yes, I the floor is disgusting but yes I kneel down in it. Yes I suck any dick stuck through the hole. And no I don’t know whose dick it is.”
“God that’s disgusting. You let total strangers put their dick in your mouth. How do you know when to pull off?”
“What do you mean?’
“You know…pull your mouth off before they cum.”
“I don’t pull off before they cum.”
“You let them cum in your mouth? That’s disgusting,” he sighed as he sank weakly down on to the couch. “What do you do with the cum, spit it out?”
“I swallow it.”
He had such a stupid look on his face when I said that he couldn't even talk. “Would you want me to spit it out if it were your cum? I think not.”
Joe had calmed down a little so I just stood there and let him mull over what had just been said.”
As I sat down in an easy chair across the living room from him, I wondered if he realized that he had an erection.
Sudden he asked, “What the fuck are you wearing under your shorts?”
Too later I remembered that the legs of my shorts were so lose that when I sat down you could see my panties through the leg holes. More embarrassed to be caught wearing panties than for Joe to know I sucked dicks, my face reddened as I almost whispered panties.
“This I’ve got to see. Pull off your shorts.”
Reluctantly I stood and let my gym shorts fall down around my ankles.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said with a shake of his head and a sigh. “Let me make sure that I understand what this is all about. Even though you wear girl’s panties and suck dicks you’re not a queer, you’re a cocksucker. And there’s a difference between a cocksucker and a homosexual,” he said thoughtfully.
“Yes...we both suck dicks but a homosexual wants to marry his dick but all I…a cocksucker…wants is to be allowed to suck it.”
“So explain it again, why do you suck dicks…not other cocksuckers…you.”
“Why do I suck cock? Well, that’s a tough one to explain. I’m not sure that anyone but another cocksucker could understand. Most men, both str8 and gay, get most of their sexual pleasure from their own dicks and can't imagine not doing so. But we cocksuckers are different...we get our pleasure from another man's dick and from giving that man pleasure. I love knowing that I’m the one giving that pleasure to a man. I love knowing that my mouth is giving him pleasures as he feels my lips wrapped around his swollen cock. I love the sensation of seeing a guy sitting, standing or laying back naked preferably and looking at me to service him and bring him to orgasm. The sensation of being on my knees and feeling a soft cock inside my mouth growing and stretching my mouth to accommodate him thrills me beyond belief.
I get the most intense sexual pleasure from sucking men who have no interest at all in my dick. Their dick is the only thing they care about and when I'm on my knees for them that's all I care about too, because sucking cock fulfills me and satisfies me as no other kind of sex does. I don't need to reach orgasm. Seeing him watching me suck and lick his cock and balls knowing he has a cocksucker dedicated to his pleasure who wants to swallow his cum. when he does his orgasms for both of us and that's all I need. Nothing pleases me more than knowing I’m the cocksucker that will be responsible for and the recipient of his orgasm. Knowing I will give him the orgasmic sensations that deliver the precious warm seed stored in his balls for me to feel exploding in my mouth and sliding down my throat as part of him becomes part of me. When it’s over and we part company, I’m proud that I was able to give him pleasure and was a good cocksucker for him.”
“You don’t get your dick sucked. You just suck dicks,” he said obviously still puzzled.
“We even have a pledge,” I told him. “1. I WILL SWALLOW, unless otherwise instructed. A man’s cum deserves as much respect as the man himself. Swallowing reinforces the bond between a man and his cocksucker. 2. I WILL DEEPTHROAT to the best of my ability, regardless of whether I gag. A well-rounded cocksucker must master the use of his lips, tongue AND throat to maximize a man’s pleasure. 3. I WILL NOT USE MY HANDS unless instructed. My mouth is my sexual organ. 4. I WILL NOT TOUCH MYSELF when sucking a man’s Cock. His pleasure is my own. To suggest otherwise is deeply disrespectful. 5. I WILL NOT EXPECT RECIPROCATION. 6. I WILL MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE, and service on his terms. A man should never have to jerk himself off to get relief when a cocksucker could do the job instead. 7. I WILL ALLOW HIM TO CALL ME NAMES, such as “homo," “cocksucker” and “slut," regardless of whether I enjoy this. A cocksucker must accept his place on the sexual totem pole. Such names are a man’s way of claiming this superiority over a cocksucker. 8. I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVICE for as long as a man deems it appropriate, whether minutes or hours, without complaint. I pledge these things because I am a cocksucker; because I am in awe of men and am at their service; because it is their generosity in sharing their manhood that allows me to achieve my own sexual fulfillment.
“Wow…that’s a lot of shit to take in all at once. What would happen if I told you to suck my dick?”
“I’d kneel submissively at your feet, pull down your pants and suck your dick.”
“Right here?” he shot back.
“Unless you wanted me to do it somewhere else,” I answered.
Pretending that I thought he was telling me that he wanted his dick sucked I went to my knees and crawled across the room towards him. I saw a look in his eyes that in years to come I learned was the look of power that short men gave to physically bigger men who humbled and debased their selves before them.
First I removed his Hush Puppies. I have always had a mixed feeling about feet. They were not in my list of top favorite body parts. I was just not into touching peoples' feet, but knowing that I had to win him over to keep him from blabbing my secret all over the Mobile Home Park and worse to Linda my homophobic girlfriend I’d have to extra submissive so I smiled and pulled off his socks.
When I reached for his belt it was hard for me to get to with him sitting down, so he stood. As he stood there with his hands on his hips looking contemptuously down at me I reached up and grabbed his belt and unbuckled it and then unsnapped and unzipped his pants. A gentle tug and they slipped past his hips and fell in a heap around his ankles on the floor.
Standing, I pulled his t-shirt up over his head. Dropping his t-shirt, I leaned down and lick his nipples, wetting them with my tongue and then blowing lightly across them, one after the other. Joe, like most men didn't realize that their nipples were erogenous zones, softly moaned, “Uuuuum.”
Smiling, I kissed my way down his stomach to the waistband of his underwear.
I’m proud of my new found calling and but because of society’s outlook to such activities I’ve kept my dick sucking to the confines of private viewing booths. Were anyone to find out it would have an adverse affect on my life and I don’t think that I’d like that, especially as well as my life’s going now.
Besides discovering the joys of sucking dicks I’ve reconnected with Linda and old girlfriend and briefly moved in with her in her mobile home in Kennedale. This had a double pay off. Besides living with Linda, it put me less than fifteen minutes from the adult bookstores with the viewing booths.
After I’d lived with Linda for awhile we both realized that we were good dates and lovers but poor living companions. I believe she came to that realization before I did because when we discussed it she’d already arranged for the mobile home park she lived in to rent me a mobile home. It was a repo for non payment trailer and for six or eight month had been used by maintenance for storage. It was a long three-bedroom single wide with the master bedroom in the back and kitchen and dinning room at the front.
The front door was on the side and it had a fifteen by fifteen foot covered deck for a front porch. The other two bedrooms were between the living room and the master bedroom and were connected by a half bath. A hallway ran down the right wall back to the bedroom. The back door was right outside the master bedroom door.
I actually liked living alone was great. The beauty of living there was besides being close enough to date and when she felt like it fucking Linda, was that I was only about ten or fifteen minutes from my favorite adult bookstore and its glory holes. I even passed it going too and from work, so I could stop in on the way to or home from work and suck a dick or two.
Finally settling on three magazines I moved to the front check-out counter to pay. I was getting better, I was still self conscious when I was in the gay section browsing but it no longer embarrassed me to hand them to the clerk when I paid.
I paid and the clerk slipped my magazines in a gray plastic bag and I left. When I pulled into my drive way my neighbor was in his driveway working on his car. We weren’t what you’d call great friends but we were more the ‘speak when we saw each other each other outside’ verity.
When I pulled into my driveway and got out of my car I strolled next door and spoke to Joe.
He was an average looking guy, dark hair, glasses and about five-foot nine or so to my six-foot three. No one that would stand out in a crowd. I didn't know a lot about his private life. Like me he lived alone. The only time I ever saw a lady there was when he was standing out front arguing with his crazy ex-wife. I say crazy because from my kitchen window I could hear them arguing and from what I heard her saying she was definitely crazy.
As we chatted Joe asked me to hand him a wrench. Unthinkingly I laid my bag of magazines in the open top of his tool box while I found the one he wanted. It was a nice day to be outside so we chatted about ten minutes before I finally headed for my trailer.
Inside I slipped a pair of gym shorts on over my panties. Yes I like to wear panties. I’m not a cross dresser or anything but there’s just something about the way they cup my balls and the feel of the silken material against my skin. I guess they appeal to my feminine side.
I’d just done a quick clean-up in the kitchen and was straightening up the living room when there was a knock at the door. It was Joe, hair damp from a shower and wear clean Levis and a white t-shirt. Before I could say anything he stormed angrily into the living room. Stunned, I shut the door and turned to face him.
Waving the bag of magazines in my face he almost yelled, “Would you like to explain this? Are you a god damned dick sucking homosexual? For god’s sake you have that hot looking girlfriend down the block that I know for a fact that you’re fucking. ”
Stunned and embarrassed I stammered, “Not exactly.”
“Not exactly…what the fuck does that mean?”
Never having been confronted before I was handling this badly. “I sorta suck dicks but I’m not a homosexual.”
“How the fuck can you ‘sorta suck dicks and not be homosexual?”
“I’m a cocksucker not a homosexual. A homosexual is interested guys romantically. We’re not interested in kissing and dating guys. All a cocksucker is interested in is sucking the guy’s dick and giving him pleasure. We care nothing about who the guy is or what he looks like. He can be the biggest ass-hole in the world and we’ll still suck his dick. All we care about is serving his cock. It’s almost like we worship the cock and balls.
“And where does all the cock worshiping and sucking take place?”
“Because Linda lives just a few trailers down and I’m uneasy about bring guys here, it happens in viewing booths at the XXX-video up the road in Kennedale.”
“I know where it is.”
“Do you know what a glory hole is?”
“I’ve seen them.”
“Well, I go in a booth with a glory hole and wait for a dick to come through the hole and then I kneel down and suck it.”
“You kneel down in those booths? The floors are covered with used condoms and crusted with stale cum and piss. You just suck any cock that comes through the hole? How do you know whose it is?”
“Yes, I the floor is disgusting but yes I kneel down in it. Yes I suck any dick stuck through the hole. And no I don’t know whose dick it is.”
“God that’s disgusting. You let total strangers put their dick in your mouth. How do you know when to pull off?”
“What do you mean?’
“You know…pull your mouth off before they cum.”
“I don’t pull off before they cum.”
“You let them cum in your mouth? That’s disgusting,” he sighed as he sank weakly down on to the couch. “What do you do with the cum, spit it out?”
“I swallow it.”
He had such a stupid look on his face when I said that he couldn't even talk. “Would you want me to spit it out if it were your cum? I think not.”
Joe had calmed down a little so I just stood there and let him mull over what had just been said.”
As I sat down in an easy chair across the living room from him, I wondered if he realized that he had an erection.
Sudden he asked, “What the fuck are you wearing under your shorts?”
Too later I remembered that the legs of my shorts were so lose that when I sat down you could see my panties through the leg holes. More embarrassed to be caught wearing panties than for Joe to know I sucked dicks, my face reddened as I almost whispered panties.
“This I’ve got to see. Pull off your shorts.”
Reluctantly I stood and let my gym shorts fall down around my ankles.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said with a shake of his head and a sigh. “Let me make sure that I understand what this is all about. Even though you wear girl’s panties and suck dicks you’re not a queer, you’re a cocksucker. And there’s a difference between a cocksucker and a homosexual,” he said thoughtfully.
“Yes...we both suck dicks but a homosexual wants to marry his dick but all I…a cocksucker…wants is to be allowed to suck it.”
“So explain it again, why do you suck dicks…not other cocksuckers…you.”
“Why do I suck cock? Well, that’s a tough one to explain. I’m not sure that anyone but another cocksucker could understand. Most men, both str8 and gay, get most of their sexual pleasure from their own dicks and can't imagine not doing so. But we cocksuckers are different...we get our pleasure from another man's dick and from giving that man pleasure. I love knowing that I’m the one giving that pleasure to a man. I love knowing that my mouth is giving him pleasures as he feels my lips wrapped around his swollen cock. I love the sensation of seeing a guy sitting, standing or laying back naked preferably and looking at me to service him and bring him to orgasm. The sensation of being on my knees and feeling a soft cock inside my mouth growing and stretching my mouth to accommodate him thrills me beyond belief.
I get the most intense sexual pleasure from sucking men who have no interest at all in my dick. Their dick is the only thing they care about and when I'm on my knees for them that's all I care about too, because sucking cock fulfills me and satisfies me as no other kind of sex does. I don't need to reach orgasm. Seeing him watching me suck and lick his cock and balls knowing he has a cocksucker dedicated to his pleasure who wants to swallow his cum. when he does his orgasms for both of us and that's all I need. Nothing pleases me more than knowing I’m the cocksucker that will be responsible for and the recipient of his orgasm. Knowing I will give him the orgasmic sensations that deliver the precious warm seed stored in his balls for me to feel exploding in my mouth and sliding down my throat as part of him becomes part of me. When it’s over and we part company, I’m proud that I was able to give him pleasure and was a good cocksucker for him.”
“You don’t get your dick sucked. You just suck dicks,” he said obviously still puzzled.
“We even have a pledge,” I told him. “1. I WILL SWALLOW, unless otherwise instructed. A man’s cum deserves as much respect as the man himself. Swallowing reinforces the bond between a man and his cocksucker. 2. I WILL DEEPTHROAT to the best of my ability, regardless of whether I gag. A well-rounded cocksucker must master the use of his lips, tongue AND throat to maximize a man’s pleasure. 3. I WILL NOT USE MY HANDS unless instructed. My mouth is my sexual organ. 4. I WILL NOT TOUCH MYSELF when sucking a man’s Cock. His pleasure is my own. To suggest otherwise is deeply disrespectful. 5. I WILL NOT EXPECT RECIPROCATION. 6. I WILL MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE, and service on his terms. A man should never have to jerk himself off to get relief when a cocksucker could do the job instead. 7. I WILL ALLOW HIM TO CALL ME NAMES, such as “homo," “cocksucker” and “slut," regardless of whether I enjoy this. A cocksucker must accept his place on the sexual totem pole. Such names are a man’s way of claiming this superiority over a cocksucker. 8. I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVICE for as long as a man deems it appropriate, whether minutes or hours, without complaint. I pledge these things because I am a cocksucker; because I am in awe of men and am at their service; because it is their generosity in sharing their manhood that allows me to achieve my own sexual fulfillment.
“Wow…that’s a lot of shit to take in all at once. What would happen if I told you to suck my dick?”
“I’d kneel submissively at your feet, pull down your pants and suck your dick.”
“Right here?” he shot back.
“Unless you wanted me to do it somewhere else,” I answered.
Pretending that I thought he was telling me that he wanted his dick sucked I went to my knees and crawled across the room towards him. I saw a look in his eyes that in years to come I learned was the look of power that short men gave to physically bigger men who humbled and debased their selves before them.
First I removed his Hush Puppies. I have always had a mixed feeling about feet. They were not in my list of top favorite body parts. I was just not into touching peoples' feet, but knowing that I had to win him over to keep him from blabbing my secret all over the Mobile Home Park and worse to Linda my homophobic girlfriend I’d have to extra submissive so I smiled and pulled off his socks.
When I reached for his belt it was hard for me to get to with him sitting down, so he stood. As he stood there with his hands on his hips looking contemptuously down at me I reached up and grabbed his belt and unbuckled it and then unsnapped and unzipped his pants. A gentle tug and they slipped past his hips and fell in a heap around his ankles on the floor.
Standing, I pulled his t-shirt up over his head. Dropping his t-shirt, I leaned down and lick his nipples, wetting them with my tongue and then blowing lightly across them, one after the other. Joe, like most men didn't realize that their nipples were erogenous zones, softly moaned, “Uuuuum.”
Smiling, I kissed my way down his stomach to the waistband of his underwear.
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Hooking my thumbs in the elastic of the waistband of his boxers, I continued to kiss my way down as I slowly rolled them off his hips and down his legs. As I drop his boxers on down to the floor his dick was inches from my face. I was pleasantly surprised to see that like many short men, Joe had a more than fair size cock.
Although before, I’d only done it through glory holes, this was a situation that I knew how to handle. I slowly licked his silky head all around and nibbled at his foreskin. Moving lower, I took his ball sac in my mouth and rolled his jewels together with my tongue. Anxious with lust, Joe grabbed my head and guided my mouth to his hard cock.
As I took it between my lips, the head was soon prodding the back of my throat. “Uuggghhhh,” he moaned as he spread his legs wider and thrust forward. His hand resting on the back of my head, I bobbed up and down on his hard cock. The first dribble of salty pre-cum coated my tongue, exciting me even more.
Joe pressed my head down until my nose nestled in his pubic hair and then he fucked my mouth with an urgent rhythm. He hadn't had any sex but his hand in so long that in a couple of minutes, he was shouting "Ooohhhh my god , I'm cumming…I'm cumming in your mouth! Ooohhhh, Ooohhhh, Ooohhhh yesses!" then he flooded my mouth with a more than man size load of hot cum.
Embarrassed by his excitement now that he’d cummed, Joe quickly put his clothes back on. As he was zipping up his pants, he said, “Would you mind running over that code again?”
“Sure,” I said, “The Cocksucker’s Pledge is...
“Sure,” I said, “the cocksucker’s pledge is... 1. I WILL SWALLOW, unless otherwise instructed. A man’s cum deserves as much respect as the man himself. Swallowing reinforces the bond between a man and his cocksucker.
2. I WILL DEEPTHROAT to the best of my ability, regardless of whether I gag. A well-rounded cocksucker must master the use of his lips, tongue AND throat to maximize a man’s pleasure.
3. I WILL NOT USE MY HANDS unless instructed. My mouth is my sexual organ.
4. I WILL NOT TOUCH MYSELF when sucking a man’s Cock. His pleasure is my own. To suggest otherwise is deeply disrespectful.5. I WILL NOT EXPECT RECIPROCATION—ever. See above.
6. I WILL MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE, and service on his terms. A man should never have to jerk himself off to get relief when a cocksucker could do the job instead.
7. I WILL ALLOW HIM TO CALL ME NAMES, such as “homo," “cocksucker” and “slut," regardless of whether I enjoy this. A cocksucker must accept his place on the sexual totem pole. Such names are a man’s way of claiming this superiority over a cocksucker.
8. I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVICE for as long as a man deems appropriate, whether minutes or hours, without complaint.
I pledge these things because I am a cocksucker;...
Although before, I’d only done it through glory holes, this was a situation that I knew how to handle. I slowly licked his silky head all around and nibbled at his foreskin. Moving lower, I took his ball sac in my mouth and rolled his jewels together with my tongue. Anxious with lust, Joe grabbed my head and guided my mouth to his hard cock.
As I took it between my lips, the head was soon prodding the back of my throat. “Uuggghhhh,” he moaned as he spread his legs wider and thrust forward. His hand resting on the back of my head, I bobbed up and down on his hard cock. The first dribble of salty pre-cum coated my tongue, exciting me even more.
Joe pressed my head down until my nose nestled in his pubic hair and then he fucked my mouth with an urgent rhythm. He hadn't had any sex but his hand in so long that in a couple of minutes, he was shouting "Ooohhhh my god , I'm cumming…I'm cumming in your mouth! Ooohhhh, Ooohhhh, Ooohhhh yesses!" then he flooded my mouth with a more than man size load of hot cum.
Embarrassed by his excitement now that he’d cummed, Joe quickly put his clothes back on. As he was zipping up his pants, he said, “Would you mind running over that code again?”
“Sure,” I said, “The Cocksucker’s Pledge is...
“Sure,” I said, “the cocksucker’s pledge is... 1. I WILL SWALLOW, unless otherwise instructed. A man’s cum deserves as much respect as the man himself. Swallowing reinforces the bond between a man and his cocksucker.
2. I WILL DEEPTHROAT to the best of my ability, regardless of whether I gag. A well-rounded cocksucker must master the use of his lips, tongue AND throat to maximize a man’s pleasure.
3. I WILL NOT USE MY HANDS unless instructed. My mouth is my sexual organ.
4. I WILL NOT TOUCH MYSELF when sucking a man’s Cock. His pleasure is my own. To suggest otherwise is deeply disrespectful.5. I WILL NOT EXPECT RECIPROCATION—ever. See above.
6. I WILL MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE, and service on his terms. A man should never have to jerk himself off to get relief when a cocksucker could do the job instead.
7. I WILL ALLOW HIM TO CALL ME NAMES, such as “homo," “cocksucker” and “slut," regardless of whether I enjoy this. A cocksucker must accept his place on the sexual totem pole. Such names are a man’s way of claiming this superiority over a cocksucker.
8. I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVICE for as long as a man deems appropriate, whether minutes or hours, without complaint.
I pledge these things because I am a cocksucker;...