Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2006 20:56:10 -0700
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: Chronicles of a Cocksucker, Part Five

I want to thank you for having this format. I'm being published in the
Harrington Gay Men's Literary Quarterly in their next issue. A short
fiction story I submitted to them a year ago. I've made money on my
erotica, articles and travel and now I'm breaking into published fiction
pieces. My next adventure is a novel titled 'Tales of Topanga'.

It all started when I wanted to see if I could write a story better then
the ones I read on Nifty. My first only got a couple of responses, but
now I have fan mail from around the world.

Thanks for giving gay writers like me a format to practice the craft.


Michael Gleich
mgleich@earthlink.net



Chronicles of a Cocksucker
Entry five: By Michael Gleich


	Brenda and Bill took excellent care of me. I didn't want my parents
to see me until the bruises and ribs healed. Brenda's family was very
grateful for my help, calling to see if I needed anything and stopping by
to visit.
	Bill had taken care of Christopher Blackwell, the vice cop for
good. After showing the tape to the prosecutors and the chief of police,
along with a thick file of complaints of entrapment by the officer, all
consistent with each other, the vice cop was force to resign. The case
against Brenda's brother disappeared.  It didn't stop there, Bill searched
a national database and found a similar M.O. on male prostitutes in Denver
correlating to visits the officer had with family there. D.N.A. samples
were taken and sent to the police in Denver and a warrant issued for the
ex-cop.
	Bill wanted me to be the best man at his wedding. He said he had no
greater friend than me. I was delighted and accepted. On the day I was
going home, he said he had a gift for me.
	"Let's go for a ride Mikie," Bill said out of the blue as I packed
my bag for home.
	"Sure where to?" I asked
	"I don't know you pick the spot, someplace special you like."
	"Okay!"
	We went to the garage and he handed me the keys to his Italian
sports car just before we got to the car.
	"You drive, it's yours now," he said grinning at me.
	"My... my car?" I was dumbfounded, knowing how much Bill loved his
car.
	"Yep, It's all taken care of. Here's your gas card and here is the
card of my mechanic, Paul. The insurance is taken care of too. All you have
to do is sign as the new owner.
	"It's too much. I can't accept all this, Bill." I was floored by
his actions. I could never give him such a gift.
	"Mikie. Myself, my family, my class of society can afford this and
much more. It's yours if you just sign and you'll make Brenda and myself
very happy. Now get in and lets go to that special place.
	I was so careful driving, like an old lady out for a church
picnic. Bill didn't mind, though I think he was a bit sheepish when a
Corvette squealed its wheels, leaving us in its dust at a stop light.
	We went to a park I love near the center of the city. On one side
of the park that faced the lake were stately old apartment building made
with red brick. The building had balconies in beautiful filigree
ironwork. I loved the ample paned glass windows, the French doors that
opened on a rounded terrace, that old European style with ivy climbing up
the brick sides.
	The park the apartments overlooked sported well-established trees
of all kinds and meandering paths going around the lake. I often took the
bus there on days off to relax and people watch. It was a great place to
cruise as well, especially when I looked no more than fifteen.
	"They're pretty nice Mikie," he said while I checked out the
apartments to see if anything had changed.
	"It's a great apartment building isn't it, Bill."
	"Quite the place," he said.
	"Oh, I wanted to show you the park," I said
	"Funny you mention these apartments. Brenda's family owns this
whole side of the block."
	"Must be a fortune to rent one." I turned back to Bill and smiled,
"Come on, let me show you the lake."
	It was a blustery day, a change in the weather brought a cool wind
and gray clouds. He put his arm around me, never thinking twice what anyone
thought. We stopped and had a hot dog at a cart ran by an elderly man who
smiled and wished us a good day.
	I had a wonderful time, when we got back to the car; I asked Bill
if he would drive. I felt better with him in control and my mind flashed
back to the days of wild rides while giving him a blowjob.
	As we pulled away from the curb, I noticed the same artist I'd seen
before in the park. He was taking down his easel and putting away his
paints. He always gave me a mischievous smile when I cruised by him, but he
never said anything. He was lean with a short beard and intense gaze, tall
with big hands and even though his jeans were loose, you could see a large
bulge at his crotch. He must wear a jock strap, yet still his equipment was
quite noticeable.
	After we came back, Bill asked me to spend one more night with
them, Brenda's family had invited us to dinner at their estate along with
her brother. I called my parents and told them I would be home in the
morning.
	The next day, mom and dad were very glad to see me, but also wanted
to talk about my long disappearance. I apologized saying I just needed time
to myself.
	My dad said, "If you need that much time, maybe it's time for you
to move out and be on your own."
	"No, he's too young to move out," my mother answered," He hasn't
started to shave yet."
	"Dad's right. It's time for me to be on my own. I have a
surprise. Actually I have two surprises," I told them and asked if I could
stay at home until the end of the month until my apartment was ready.
	"Mikie? You have an apartment?" my mom looked like she was going to
cry.
	"It's beautiful, wait and see," I said and kissed her cheek.
	My dad looked surprised, his smile was strained and he sat down in
his favorite chair.
	"I love you both, very much. You're the best parents anyone could
have." I said and then asked them to look out the window at my new Italian
sports car.
	By the time the month was up my parents were comfortable with my
moving. Mom loved going with me to pick fabrics, especially in the sports
car that she had to buy herself a new outfit and hat for. Dad said he was
proud of all my accomplishments for someone my age.
	My age, I thought. I take a lot of ribbing about looking so
young. I was even stopped by a policeman who couldn't believe the age on my
driver's license. Not that I cared, he was hot, but at times I forgot how
young I looked and surprised by the actions of some people.
	Bill's soon-to-be in-laws leased to me a beautiful apartment on the
second floor of the apartment building I so admired. They had kept it
un-rented for guests and business associates when needed. Now it was mine,
and the terms of my rent would remain as long as I wanted to live there, in
writing and very affordable. They said they considered me part of the
family, and weren't bothered at all by their son being gay or
myself. Lovely people.
	Mom and I had decorated and furnished the apartment to my taste. I
was alone one day just before moving in, fussing with the finishing touches
for a house warming party I planned when I spotted the artist once
again. It was a beautiful Sunday and I walked over to where he was busy
with paint and brush.
	"Hi again," I said.
	"Hi yourself," he replied.
	He seemed annoyed at me, so I asked, "I'm I bothering you?"
	"Yes, frankly you are. I know what you're after. Your pants fit
that bubble butt of yours like a glove. I'm not spending time in prison
over some jailbait butt. So take it someplace else."
	"How old do you think I am?"
	He studied me again as if he was going to put me on the canvas that
rested on the easel. "Fifteen tops. That's giving you the benefit of a
doubt."
	"I'm not, want to see my license?"
	"You can get a phony I.D. here in this park. You think I was born
yesterday?"
	"No, I think you born about thirty years ago."
	"Thirty-two."
	"You're very good looking. I think."
	"No one has said that to me, so I know you're lying."
	"Why, because you have some pockmarks on your face?"  He did, and
you couldn't say he was a great beauty like Bill, but there was something
very masculine about him that attracted me.
	He dabbed some paint on the canvas here and there before turning
back to me. "What do you want?"
	"I don't want anything, just to get to know you better. I've seen
you here before and I admire your work. I'm trying to be friendly. Is there
a crime in that?"
	He softened a bit, going back to his canvas and mixing some paint
on his palette.
	"Where do you sell your work?" I asked.
	"At shows, there's a gallery I put some paintings in but I make my
living teaching night class in art at the community college," he said while
applying the brush to canvas.
	"I work at a law firm. Not much art there except for in the waiting
room."
	He said nothing in return, but kept busy at his easel. After about
fifteen minutes he said, "Would you like to see some of my work? My studio
isn't far from here."
	"Sure!"
	"Here take my box, I'll take the rest. My V.W. is parked right
there," he said pointing to a dilapidated old black Volkswagen parked at
the curb.
	We walked over and he placed his painting equipment in the car as I
got in the passenger side. The inside was as worn as the outside but had a
comfortable feel. He drove us not very far before parking next to a series
of warehouses, some small, others big. He had a parking place near the door
to a small warehouse he called his studio.
	"What's your name," I asked.
	"David. And yours?"
	"Mike, but everyone calls me Mikie."
	"I figured that." Dave opened the big metal door and said, "Come in
Mikie."
	I walked in and felt his hand cup the cheek of my ass, giving it a
squeeze. He shut the door behind, leaving his painting equipment in the
car.
	There was some huge canvases hung on the walls in bright colors and
geometric designs and in between those he had a host of smaller paintings
that were mostly nudes and scenes from the park. Propped up on easels and
leaning against the walls were full-length mirrors. He must use those I
thought, to get various views of a subject while painting and he had a
comfortable cushioned chair right where he could see all views while
sitting down. Two stools, one short and one tall were close by the
overstuffed chair.
	I walked over to some of the smaller paintings and took a look. He
had male and female nudes. They were all very good; he was, I thought, a
fine artist.
	"I really like your work. There's a sensuous feeling to them."
	He came up close behind me and I could feel his cock pressing the
cheek of my ass through his jeans and my shorts. He moved his body from
side to side and his dick rubbed across my ass cheeks.
	"Would you pose for me?" he asked.
	"Sure, sounds like fun."
	"Take your clothes off and sit on this stool."
	He placed the smaller stool in the center of where the mirrors
would have full advantage of me from every angle. I removed my clothes,
folding them and putting them on a nearby table. My dick was already hard
and jutting out.
	"You hardly have a hair on your body." He said as his hand ran down
my back and across my ass, grazing my butt-hole. He then felt my dick and
balls and played a little with the small amount of blond pubes I had around
my dick.  "There as soft as baby's hair and your ass is incredible. Little
bouncy boy buns. You can't be more then fourteen."
	"Well I am older than that. I can drive a car and I have a high
school diploma and a good job."
	"Okay, okay. But shit do you look good. Like a little pixie." His
hand went from rubbing my dick and balls up my muscled stomach and
chest. He lightly grazed my nipples making them stand out and get hard.
	"Sit on the stool and bring your knees up," he said.
	I did and then he took my arms and helped me wrap them around my
knees with my legs spread apart. I could feel the cool air on my butt hole
and knew its pink rosebud was exposed to him. My dick stood out with my boy
nuts in plain view. He had me rest my chin where my hands clasp together to
hold my knees in place.
	"You look just like a wood nymph sitting on a toad stool," he said.
	He walked over to his chair and sat down picking up a sketchpad and
pencil.
	I could see him working on a drawing and everyone once in while he
would rub his crotch. His dick was getting bigger and bigger, making the
mound formed by his jock stand out. Pre-cum dripped from the end of my dick
and it was hard not to get off the stool and kneel between his legs to feel
his cock.
	Finally, he said, "Are you getting tired holding that pose?"
	"Well I'd like to get between your legs and feel that anaconda in
your pants."
	He put his sketch pad and pencil down and said, "Well, why don't
you."
	I got off the stool and slipped between his legs as he spread them
for me. He smiled down at me kneeling in front of him and leaned back
relaxing in his overstuffed chair.
	I reached out and felt his bulging jock through his pants. It was
hot, hard and big. I could feel the head, like a small apple and my mouth
began to water. He ruffled my hair and then unbuttoned his jeans.
	"Go get it boy, if that's what you want," he said and put his hands
on the armrests of the chair.
	I spread his jeans where he unbuttoned the waist and opened his
fly. His engorged jock pouch strained to hold his cock and balls. I lapped
the hot mesh fabric, smelling his genitals with my nose as my tongue swiped
up and down the pouch.  "You like that? Want to taste my dick don't you
baby. Well go right ahead, show me what you can do with that pretty little
mouth of yours."
	I looked up to see him smiling down at me and pulled the waistband
of his jock down and under his balls. His fucking cock sprang out hitting
me in the face. A drop of clear nectar formed at the piss slit and his
balls pooled in the red cushion between his legs.
	I put both hands around his cock leaving a good part of his dick
still untouched by my hands. Leaning forward, my tongue lapped at the piss
slit. It felt like velvet and I kept licking all around the head holding on
to his cock with both hands.
	"Yeah baby. Lick that fucker. Lick me good." He grabbed the sides
of my head with his hands and moved it around as I licked and kissed the
head of his huge prick.
	"That's real good, now take it in your mouth and suck on the head."
He let go of my head and while I held his cock with both of my hands, I
took the head of his dick in my mouth. It filled my mouth as my tongue
worked at his piss slit, coaxing out more nectar that I loved to taste.
	"Good baby, real good. Suck it now, start working that dick down
your cock sucking throat."
	My tongue worked at the head, coating my mouth with his cock-goo
before I took my first lunge down, almost making it to where my right hand
held the shaft. On the next plunge down, my lips hit my fingers encircling
his dick. I came back up for more pre-cum and took my hand off as I worked
down to where my left hand held his cock.
	"Fuck yeah baby. Suck that cock. Suck me good you little fucker." I
looked up to see him smiling while watching me work the length of his
cock. I started to twist and on the down stroke making a vacuum to pull up
with, nursing that fucker for all it was worth.
	It worked and soon my mouth was coated with his cock juice. Now I
started taking more of the shaft in my mouth. Working my way back up to the
head and getting more dick juice then going back down.
	He sat there and occasionally moaned a bit as I worked his
dick. Once in while his fingers would comb through my hair or lightly rub
my lips wrapped around his dick.
	"You got pretty lips, all puffy and red. Bet you sucked a hell of a
lot of dicks to get lips like that, didn't you pig boy. Sucked some big
ones too. I can tell the way you're working my cock you little fuck."
	My lips brushed my second hand and I took it off to feel his nuts
and get my mouth further down on his cock. The head of his cock was now
going down my throat. I had to relax and push down a bit more to get the
head in my gullet.
	It was wonderful. His dick was able to bend like a hose and allowed
me to work it easily down my throat despite being incredibly big. I hadn't
managed to get to the root yet, but my mind was fixed on doing so. Each
dive down brought me closer to his groin. His pubes began to tickle my nose
and he placed his fingers on my throat telling me he could feel his cock
working deeper inside me.
	"Shit baby that's good. Jesus, I can feel my cock inside your hot
fucking throat. What a cock sucker you are."
	He took his hands off my neck and started to rub my back going down
to my ass.
	"Raise your little butt in the air for me. I want to finger fuck
you."
	I raised my ass up and straddled his leg so that my stomach rested
on top of his thigh. He rubbed two of his fingers around my lips where the
cock slime was oozing out from cock sucking and then rubbed it around my
butt-hole. I moaned while sucking his dick.
	"Yeah baby, you like it when I play with your little hole don't
you," he said and then brought his fingers up for more slime, bringing the
fingers back to my hole and pressing on the opening. "You going to have to
beg me to fuck you. I want to hear you plead, please fuck me. Please? And
wave your little butt at me to plug it good. You'll do that won't you?
Stick your fucking hot ass in the air and beg for me to fuck you? You want
it don't you, sweet thing. Want it bad huh."
	I started to jack hammer his cock with my mouth. Ramming my face
now to mesh in his pubes. I felt his dick go further down than any dick I
sucked before.
	David's fingers kept up their assault on my but-hole. He was
moaning each time I went completely down on his cock, pushing my face into
his groin.
	"Fuck man, nobody has taken my dick all the way down. Shit, it's
the best thing I've ever felt."
	He stopped playing with my ass and leaned back in the cushioned
chair, raising his hips up and down to fuck my face.
	"Yeah, suck it. Suck my dick, fucker." He held my head, preventing
me from moving up or down. "Shit, I'm so close. Don't move."
	I didn't but with most of his cock deep in my gullet, I began to
swallow, nursing and coaxing his dick to give me it's man-seed. It works
like a charm every time.
	"Fuck man, I'm coming. Oh fuck, yeah take my jizz mother fucker,
yeah suck me good little fucker," he said moving my head and mouth up and
down his long fuck pole.
	When my mouth reached the top of his dick it filled with cum and I
could feel his pole shoot its load in me going back down on his dick, deep
in my throat coating my guts with his cum. I looked up at him in the throws
of climax; his head tilted back, hips pushed up forcing me deep, his cock
lodged down my throat until I thought I might pass out. Finally he relaxed
and let me come up for air.
	I collapsed between his legs, resting my head against his thigh,
his cock-head laying on my lips dripping the last of his cum. I opened my
mouth to lap the jizz still oozing from the piss slit.
	About ten minutes later he asked me to sit up so he could get a
beer from the cooler.
	"Want one Mikie?" he said holding up another bottle of beer.
	"Sure," I said walking over to his kitchen area.
	"You're quite the cock sucker," he said handing me the bottle of
beer.
	"Thanks, you have quite the dick to suck," I noticed how his cock
swung between his legs when he walked over to the cooler. The view from the
back, with that swinging dick hanging below his ass had me ready for more.
	"I bet your butt is just as good as your mouth. You get fucked a
lot?"
	"You said I'd have to beg you to fuck me, isn't that right?"
	"I'll have you begging you little cock-tease. I'll have you on your
knees pleading for me to fuck the hell out of you."
	"Oh, I'd like that. If anybody is going to fuck me, it would have
to be with a cock like yours."
	I looked down and felt his cock; it quickly began to get hard as I
stroked it.
	"Let's get in a sixty-nine position, so I can eat that little
boy-butt of yours while you get back to feeding on my dick. I don't think
you'll have me shooting too soon. He grinned at me as I knelt in front of
him to begin sucking his cock.
	Taking my mouth from his dick, I said, "Oh, that sounds
wonderful. I love getting rimmed."
	"I bet you do, and not only do I have a big dick, but I have a
wicked long tongue." He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it like a snake.
	I pulled some cushions from the chair onto the floor and laid
down. He raised his bottle of beer and emptied it in a couple of gulps and
then walked over to me, standing above my head.
	Looking up from my position on the floor, his cock stood out from
his spread legs. He was looking down at me, as he towered above. His
pendulous balls hung down and his cock arched out. He made it move and I
watched pre-cum form at the piss-slit and drip in a long strand down to
where I laid. I opened my mouth and watched the cock above me dance in the
air. His dick juice, like a spider web, descended to my open
mouth. Reaching up, I took my finger and coated it with his clear sweet
goo, and brought it to my lips to coat and ready them to swallow that big
fucking cock once more.
	He knelt with his knees on each side of my head. Now the dangling
dong was just above my face, it's mighty head grazing my nose and lips as
it hung down between his legs.
	I licked at it each time it swung by.
	He bent over and spread my legs wide, positioning them around his
neck and then he spread my butt checks with his hands.
	"Like opening an oyster. Your little butt is so pink and fresh;
damn I can't wait to munch on those ass-lips of yours. What a tiny rosebud
you have Mikie."
	I was busy catching the head of his dick with my mouth, looking up
at his balls swinging and the curve of his ass.
	He dove in and began to lick all round my little butt-hole. Taking
long swipes with his tongue and spreading my cheeks farther apart. I could
feel his hot tongue licking at my hole, taking swipes up to my balls and
back. Then he dug in. His tongue began piercing my hole in short little
jabs before he let up to lick my ass lips and back again to munch and snort
in my ass.
	I grabbed his cock and held it like a hose, stretching my neck a
bit to get more of his dick in my mouth. He eased down on my face, letting
more and more dick get sucked into my mouth. Soon I was back to having a
full throat of cock. He fucked my face in long slow strokes, taking his
cock almost out to where my lips had to grab onto the head and then pushed
that fucking monster cock all the way back in, deep down in my cock-sucking
throat.
	We went on and on, he would stop now and then and smack my butt
playfully, making comments on how much he liked to eat my ass. Then he
would dive down and munch away while he fucked my face. His balls would
smack my forehead over and over as I took that fucking dick of his to the
root and back.
	Finally he just kept his cock gorged down my throat and began to
moan in my butt-hole. I did the same, moaning around his thick fuck stick
and massaging it with my throat by swallowing over and over. He rose up and
in a yell spewed his seed deep in my throat. He pulled it out and began
spraying his seed over my face and chest and then plunged his cock back
deep in my mouth so I could suck more jism out.
	"Damn you, you little fuck," He said kneeling between my head, his
great cock hanging across my face where I licked the shaft all around, the
head still dripping semen along the side of my neck. His balls covered my
eyes and nose and I could smell the sweat of our workout on them. "You
fucking made me cum again with that fucking blow job of yours. Shit!"
	It looked like I satisfied him once more.
	"If you think you're not going to get fucked, you're mistaken my
little cock hound. I'm going to fuck you into next Sunday with that hot
little ass of yours."
	He rolled over and used the back of the cushioned chair to rest
against. I crawled over between his legs and raised his cock off the floor
to stick it back in my mouth, nursing on it like a baby bottle.
	"Look at that little white butt of yours sticking up in the air,
just waiting to get fucked."
	I spread my legs a bit so he could see my butt-hole and kept
nursing his cock.
	"Get me another beer Mikie and then come back here and nurse some
more while I drink it and look at that fine piece of ass of yours."  I got
up and walked to the cooler for his beer. "Sure thing Dave. Man you ate my
hole like crazy. It sure felt good."
	"Well I ain't finished yet you vixen. I'm gonna' have you moanin'
like a two-bit whore before I'm through."  I walked back with his cold beer
and handed it to him before I went back down and stuck his dick back in my
mouth.
	"Spread those butt cheeks again for me, so I can look at that
little pink hole while I drink my beer," he said and then spread his legs
letting me have my way with his cock and balls.
	I sucked his dick for any jism still left and then licked and
sucked on his balls. His cock hung down to the side of my face. Its head
resting on the floor, like a fucking snake while I worked his nuts in my
mouth.
	"Yeah that's it, play with those baby makers boy, you're getting me
hot for another round."
	He took the cold bottle of beer and rubbed it in my crack. It felt
so cool after he had worked my hole with his tongue and mouth. Pressing the
cold side on my hole and rubbing it up and down. "Look at that little pink
hole of yours wanting to get fuck. Bet you could take this bottle if I
trained you right. You ready to get fuck yet? Ready to have a big fucking
cock shoved up your ass?"
	I went back to his dick and took the whole thing in one swoop. I
wanted to feel it grow down my throat while I nursed on it. Soon enough his
cock slithered to the back of my throat and down my gullet where it lodged
the head somewhere deep in my neck. I moaned around it and practice
breathing through my nose as I let it rest, sunk deep in my gullet.
	Dave leaned back and let me work his cock all I wanted. He stopped
trying to fuck me, but he did reach over once in a while to finger me, or
spread my butt-cheeks for a good look at my tight little hole. I sucked and
licked and worked his nuts. I gobbled and gulp, slurped and swallowed for
another hour while he laid back and let me work that big fat cock of his
for another hot load.
	We promised to meet again soon; after all, as I said to him, "I'm
right across the street from the park."

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