Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2016 06:51:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: J.J. Jab <jjtruelo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neighbor's On-Call Cocksucker - 1

Neighbor's On-call Cocksucker

By JJ Truelo

Part 1

I called myself confused but most would just say I was closeted and
repressed. I grew up in a traditional family background and was a masculine
jock in every sense of the word. But I would always be curious what other
men's cocks were like since I was a teenager.

Well I put those thoughts away and lived a "normal" guy's life. Girlfriends
and steady relationships here and there with plenty of porn and
masturbation till I was 22 years old. The whole time, dreams when I was
asleep often ending in a wet mess were of me playing with cocks. Daydreams
of what that guy next to me looks like naked. The urges got stronger and
stronger to want to play with a cock, to taste a cock.

That opportunity came when I traveled abroad to a foreign country. No one
would know me; I could try it out and no one back home would know. Maybe I
could get it out of my system I thought. So I did. I went to gay bars and
clubs in my travel through Europe, got picked up and finally experienced
touching another man's cock, sucking cock, and even fucking men and getting
fucked. I liked it but thought, hey like experimenting with drug, feels
good but now I know what it is and don't need to experience it anymore.

A couple years and girlfriends go by since my trip, and still, I could not
stop thinking about how I wanted to suck a man off again. Apparently the
taste I had through Europe did not get it out of my system. After
completing graduate school, I got a job in a new city as a school teacher.
New city, nobody knows me, the recipe to once again safely explore these
urges and still be discreet.

Before all these hookup apps, there of course was craigslist. Personal ads
with some good armature porn pics, allowing one to fantasize while being
anonymous. I browsed the M4M sections every day. Much of it was while I was
jerking off until boom, I cum and was able to get the thoughts out of my
mind, clean up that sticky mess on my stomach, and go about my day. Simply
browsing seemed to work for me and my fears of meeting up with a stranger,
getting outed, losing my reputation and job, or getting a disease were
avoided.

Living alone, I was super horny and routinely got my rocks off by just
browsing craigslist while naked on my apartment couch slowly tugging on my
cock. One day I saw an ad looking for a submissive boy. Someone to come,
get naked, inspected, ordered around, used as a sex toy. Up to this point I
only had a week's experience with men during my trip years ago, and most of
my sexual encounters were of me being the aggressive male with women. But
judging by how hard my cock got, this ad peeked my interest. To have the
tables turned and have a man be aggressive with me, under his control,
being dominated ... my mind raced with images of this fantasy and I liked
it.

I replied to the ad as fast as I could typing with one hand, and after some
exchange of nudes, some horny chatter, and shooting my load, I backed
out. This became a trend, I had this desire to be used for sex by a
dominant man but wanted that part of my life to be a secret. I craved cock,
but did not want to become known as a pathetic cocksucker.

After a month of living in my small downtown apartment, I still had not
gotten to know people or friends. I dared not venture to the gay bars or
clubs to avoid running into co-workers or students' parents as I walk out
of them. What else to do but close the blinds, get naked, and let
craigslist and porn drive my fantasies? I clicked on an ad with the title
"On-call Cocksucker Wanted – 35." The ad was looking for a nearby
cocksucker that would regularly drop by for a blow and go and the ad was
targeted for my neighborhood. Horny, I responded with the intent of feeding
my fantasy and having a good jerk off.

"Hi, I liked your ad. I live in the neighborhood and looking for a buddy to
blow on occasion. I'm 6'2" 200lbs, 7" cut, muscular build, discreet and
disease free," Adding that common ending I saw in all other ads on CL. I
pressed send to the email and began to beat off faster as I imagined myself
as a cocksucker.

He replied, "Hi, Josh here. I can respect your need to be discreet, just
looking for fun on the regular. Especially if you are submissive and like
cock. Here's mine. Send me your pic."

I clicked on the pic and studied the dick pic as I jerked harder with
precum making my cock slick. It looked good, white, veiny, curved up. There
also was a pic of him flexing his arm and shirtless wearing a cap and sun
glasses. I wanted to interaction to continue. So I sent a naked headless
body pic of myself and a pic of my cock hard. A full 7", cut with a thick
head and a big vein running along the top of the shaft.

I wrote, "Yea, I crave cock and will come over whenever you want. I'll do
whatever you tell me." I had no intention of making this reality, but just
spicing up my jerk-off session.

"Here's my number, text me your number." He replied. I hesitated not
wanting to give my number. Then came another message "Don't worry, let's
just continue this with text messaging."

I was feeling frisky and thought what the hell. I texted him with my number
and he responded back immediately, "Can you come over now?"

"Not right now."

"No problem, You like my cock?"

"Yea looks tasty."

"You gonna do what I say when we meet up?"

"Yeah, I will obey, submit to you, you're in control." Damn my cock was
hard sending these messages back and forth.

"Are you jerking off now? You willing to obey me right now? Strip and send
me a pic of you naked."

This was getting hot. I was really horny at this point and gladly obliged.

"Yeah I'm jerking off, I'll do what you say." And with that I took a
picture from my neck down and sent it.

"Nice, now one of your finger in your ass."

I slicked up my finger in my mouth then stuck the tip in my hairy ass. I
aligned the camera and took a pic and sent it.

"Now send me a face pic."

I hesitated, and texted back, "I rather not Josh, got a sensitive job as a
teacher, you might know me."

He sent a face pic, not very clear but no one I recognized. "I work as a
manager of a retail store and have no connection to any schools, and call
me Sir."

"Fuck it" I said to myself, and sent a face pic not realizing just how
obedient and willing I was when horny.

"Damn you're handsome, middle-eastern?"

"Yes Sir."

"I want to cum all over that sexy face of yours, you gonna let me?"

"Yes Sir."

"OK boy, I got to go. I'll hit you up later."

For the next week he would randomly text that he wants me to come over,
wants me to kiss his cock, wants me to serve him. He sent cock pics at
random hours of the day. I would respond, horny by his messages, but
letting him know I wasn't able to at the moment. He was patient and said
would message me, "OK, soon when you are ready."

I don't know what it was, but his persistence and patience with me worked.
I put my guard down. One Friday night, I'm home, cooking dinner and horny
again. I get a text message. "I need a blow job" with a picture of his hard
cock. It looked good and I was hungry.

I replied "ok." He sent his address which was two blocks away from me, a 5
minute walk and a place I pass by everyday on the way to work. Fuck what
did I do, I began to panic but was also excited at the same time. If I go
through with this, I might get outed, I am willingly saying I'm a real
cocksucker, a free prostitute. I asked when he wants me over.

"9 pm he messaged – shower and come over." He then messaged asking, "Are
you going to do what I say when you get here? You going to be my good cock
sucker?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good, See you soon," he replied

Oh man what did I agree to? Was I ready for this? My cock said yes by how
hard it was getting. I forgot about my dinner, jumped in the shower and got
ready. 8:30 and I was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, some blue briefs and
sneakers. It was still too early and I was all nerves. I decided to take a
shot of vodka. Then another. It was dark outside and I began to walk to the
address. I took only my keys but no wallet or anything that could get
stolen. I walked up to the address. It was a new luxury condo building. I
texted, "Here" and he responded he would be down to walk me up.

Scared and nervous like crazy, a door opens and this guy, 5'8" white,
wearing track pants, slippers, and a cap said, "You John?"

Damn, he really wasn't what I expected from the pictures. He was a lot
shorter than I expected and not as attractive as his blurry pics made him
seem. But I was there, horny, alcohol is kicking in, no turning back.

I responded, "Yeah." He had a big grin on his face, introduced himself and
asked if I was nervous. Clearly he read my face and body language.  I
confirmed his thoughts.

"Don't worry, it's just fun."

I followed him to the stairwell. Is struck me odd that we did not take the
elevator. He made small talk as we walked to his unit. As we got to the
door, he told me to be quiet when we entered. The place was dark, lights
off, but I could see some details from the moonlight that came through the
floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. The place looked nice, and
expensive. Irregular furniture the kind you'd find at specialty stores, art
work garnishing the walls and tables. To the right of the living room was
one hallway, and to the left another hallway. He led me left. As we got in
the hall way he asked me again. "So you going to do as I order you?"

"Yes Sir."

"OK boy, I'm gonna go in the bedroom first. You stand outside the door of
the room and strip naked as I watch you, then ask permission to enter."

"Yes Sir"

"Good boy"

He went and sat at a desk chair that faces a window on the other side of
the small bedroom. I walked up to the doorway and began to take off my
clothes. I peered around as I did. The room was dark, lit only by a small
20" TV playing porn with the volume really low. The room was plain, just a
TV stand, folding table as a desk, and an inflatable bed or air mattress.
Behind me in the hallway was a bathroom. I thought to myself if this was
just a spare room that he fucks in because it contrasted so much to the
style in the living room.

As I slowly stripped he commented on my body.

"You got a nice frame, play any sports?"

"Yes soccer since I was little and basketball in more recent years."

"Yeah, I can tell by those legs and big ass you got. Looks amazing boy,
like a linebacker in football."

I was in good shape, muscular arms and legs but not ripped. As I undressed,
I revealed my hairy legs, then my hairy chest, then finally off with my
underwear and my cock flopped around a bit, 7" long and around when hard
with balls the size big walnuts.

"Damn you are hot boy. Nice cock, big balls, I like ordering around big
strong guys like you. Are you ready?"

I was starting to get hard. "Yes Sir."

"Beg to come in boy."

"May I please enter Sir, please." There I was naked and he was still
clothed, with me begging. I quickly got the sense I was inferior even if I
was bigger, stronger, and what I thought better looking than he was.

"Who is in control boy?"

"You are Sir."

"You going to be my on-call cock sucker?"

"Yes Sir." I never thought I would be openly saying this to another person.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me"

I got down, and crawled with my ass up in the air till I reached him and my
face was next to his crotch. He sat there still dressed.

"Stand up boy and slowly turn around to show me your body."

I got up and slowly pivoted in place. His hands caressed my body as I
did. When I was facing away from him, he had me stop.

"Yea what a nice ass. Bend over and spread your legs boy"

I did as he said. Bending over exposing my ass more to him not to mention
my cock and balls swinging underneath. He grabbed and squeezed my ass then
moved his hands down and gripped my balls giving them a gentile squeeze. I
grunted softly, and he laughed.

"Stand up and keep turning slowly"

I did and was soon facing him. His hands groped my body from my neck, to my
shoulders, out front to my pecs. He tickled my nipples, and I gave off a
laugh mixed with pleasure and nerves.

"You like that boy? Your big nipples are such a target to play with."

His hands continued down my stomach across the top of my pubic hair.

"I like that you trim and keep yourself neat." He then grabbed my balls
again, this time a bit harder and tugging. "Such big balls. And this thick
dick." He used his other hand to squeeze my cock which was fully hard. He
stroked it and again I groaned.

"Get on your knees boy! Kiss my crotch." I quickly when down quickly and
began to kiss his crotch, still clothed in those windbreaker pants. I could
feel his cock getting bigger and hard.

"Mouth it boy, show me how much you want it." I began to practically make
out with his cock still through the fabric.

"Ahhh, yeah boy, you're so obedient. Beg for my cock?"

"Please Sir, may I suck your cock. I want it bad. Please"

"What will you do for my cock boy?"

I was so worked up, I said, "Anything you want Sir."

That made him lose control, he pulled down his waistband and out shot his
cock. I had a split second to see it. It was much smaller than mine, about
6 inches long but very thin, pointy and curved up. Just as soon as it
popped out of his pants, he fish-hooked my mouth with one hand to open it
up and with his other hand stuffed his cock in my mouth forcefully. There I
kneeled and sucked on his cock, licking all parts, taking it as deep as it
went. It poked around my cheeks, the roof of my mouth, my tongue. I was
drooling all over it. He began to face fuck me as he grabbed the back of my
head. Then he pulled me off and told me to suck on his balls.

He let his pants drop to the floor. I tongued his balls and licked like
crazy, put them in my mouth and sucked on them as he flicked his cock up
and down slapping me in the face.

"What a good cocksucker you are. Twirl your tongue around as you suck on
it." He reached down as I was serving him and touched my cock.

"You are leaking like crazy, you love this don't you?"

I reached down to feel with my hand what he was talking about and was
surprised, my cock was all wet with precum, so much so it was dripping and
pooling on the floor.

"That's hot boy. I want to cum boy, you gonna take it in your mouth?"

I was a bit uncomfortable about him cumming in my mouth but I nodded my
head yes. Without warning, I could feel spurts of his cum shoot around my
mouth and throat. Then boom ... my own cock was cumming without even being
touched. I shot spurt after spurt of my thick load from my freely swinging
pole. Cum hit my stomach, legs, the floor, his legs and feet.

"Fuck boy, you just came from sucking me and tasting my cum. You are a born
cocksucker."

My mouth was full of his cum. I didn't know what to do with it. I was so
confused at the moment and embarrassed that I came without even touching my
cock. It's true, I am a cocksucker if all it took was to suck cock and I
orgasm. His cock slid out of my mouth and dripped some last drops on my
nose and lips.

"If you want me to have you back boy, swallow my cum and thank me? If you
don't, you're not coming back."

I swallowed his sour tasting cum, certainly a bit more foul for me after
cumming myself and losing that horniness instantly.

"Now lick up your mess boy."

I really was no longer in the mood, but given I was in his home and this
was my mess, and I just submitted myself to him, I felt I had to. I licked
his leg, then feet, then the ground where there were pools of cum and
precum.

"Go crawl to your clothes and bring them to me."

I did as he told me, a bit confused and my mind still spinning from what
just happened.

"Take your underwear and wipe my cock clean and dry, then the floor, then
your face."

I did as he ordered, dampening my underwear with the remnants of his cum
and my cum.

"Don't wash these, next time you serve me you will be wearing them."

I agreed.

"Get dressed and show yourself out boy. Remember, you are now on-call. Next
time I text you, you have 15 minutes to get here from where ever you are."

As I put on my clothes I saw the TV again. But now I realized what was on
the screen. It wasn't just any porn, it was his home-made porn as I
recognized his dick as it shot cum on the face of a guy on his knees who
had been sucking him off.

"Sir, is that you?"

"That's my cock boy, and my last cocksucker. I like to watch my sessions."

"You didn't record this session did you?"

"Didn't I tell you I was? The camera is right there. Oh Well, don't worry,
it will stay in my possession ... unless you give me reason to let it get
out."

Fuck, my heart seemed to explode. There is now video of me sucking cock to
the point that I cum myself. He can out me whenever he wanted. What will I
have to do to keep this a secret? Will he really let it out or was he just
joking? My head was dizzy with all these thoughts.

I put on the damp underwear, then the rest of my clothes. Walked out still
in a daze and not remembering how to exit the building. 10 minutes later I
managed to get out. I was disgusted with myself, embarrassed, and now
concerned about what I got myself into. Damn, why did I let my horniness
get me into this predicament?

I made it home and fell asleep after a hot shower and my mind still racing
from all these thoughts. As I slept, the thoughts turned to dreams and one
that woke me up was me in a porn shop and playing on the screen was me
sucking Josh's ... Sir's cock. He had sold the porn to a studio, and the
men in the porn shop were all turning to me and ordering me to suck them. I
did, 5 men and after each one, I again came myself. I woke from this dream
with my cock hard and still squirting out cum. My boxers were soaked in
cum. So much so, my blanket and sheets were all wet too.  So tired from the
dream, I just went back to sleep, lying in my own mess.

To be continued ...

I hope you liked this story. It's my first story and a true story up to
this point. I plan to continue the story but take more creative
liberties. I greatly appreciate your comments, feedback, and any other
correspondence. Email me at jjtruelo@yahoo.com