Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2006 10:54:46 -0700 From: Michael Gleich Subject: Chronicles of a Cocksucker 2 Chronicles of a Cocksucker. Written by Michael Gleich Second Entry: It didn't long to notice, that it was my ass that attracted men. My sweet little bubble-butt was well, quite an asset. Being small of frame, it stuck out like a Georgia peach on a warm summer day. And I liked it warm. I'm still a virgin though. Not that I'm a prude or that I wouldn't like getting fucked, but I can't taste the dick. I can't smell it, feel it cum, and swallow what it gives me. I can't cross my eyes and watch it go in and out of my mouth, or look up at the face of someone in total ecstasy when they cum deep down my throat. I can't hum around it, gurgle on it, hold it in my hands and worship the hot tube of hard flesh. But it's my ass that brings me dick for my mouth, and for that I'm forever grateful. That summer, the ranger begged to fuck me. I would tease him, letting him touch and lick my butt, his little rosebud, as he called it. "It's so sweet," he'd say and then start licking some more. I would reach around and push his mouth deep in my crack. Bend over to give better access. I'd let him lick my butt while I blew him in a sixty-nine position. Let him finger fuck me while I sucked. But when it came to fucking me, he forgot all about it once I got my lips on that dick. That's why I'm still a virgin, and plan on keeping it that way. By the time school came that fall, I had quite a summer education. After camp and saying a tearful goodbye to my hero, the ranger, I came home to practice my sucking while waiting for school to start. I'd suck on bananas, suckers, Popsicles, anything that was, well, suckable. My mama said that she thought I might be sucking too much. "Your lips will get puffy and stay that way", she'd say. By the time school began, she said she wished she had lips like mine. She wouldn't need to put lipstick on them. "You have the prettiest lips, Mikie," She'd say and my dad would ruffle his paper and cough. I had a nice ass too. I worked on it riding my bike. I read in one of my mom's fashion magazines that bike riding would firm up your fanny. I rode and sucked, and sucked and rode for the rest of summer vacation. There was a shop teacher that year of school. We had to learn about tools, how to make things like cutting-boards, or tables. I wasn't interested in making anything but the teacher. I was in love with him. Mr. Marlow was young with a flat-top and a great smile. He went to college on the GI bill and now was breaking into teaching. His father was a carpenter and taught him the trade. He told us that on the weekends, he was building his own home for him and his wife. By the looks of his body he was building a fortress. He kept a picture on his desk of his bride in her wedding gown, and him in his marine uniform. He'd play with his wedding ring while he lectured, and every once in a while, when he went to sit on a stool or the edge of a work station, he would pinch some cloth at the crotch pulling on it. You could see why, his equipment needed the extra space when he sat. At first, I didn't think he was interested in me. I was a bit of a disappointment I think to him. I liked typing class, I excelled at typing but in shop class, I was having a hard time. One day, leaning over my workstation with my ass sticking out, wearing a pair of flimsy, cream-colored cotton pants, he walked by. His hand hit the right cheek of my butt. And I just relaxed my butt cheeks and let his hand graze into the crack with his fingers sliding almost touching my hole where they lingered just a bit, and then out of my crack and across the other cheek. He stood straight a moment, and then cleared his throat. Lingering next to me, he looked at my project before moving on. After looking at everyone's projects he went back to his desk. I made sure he had a good view, if he wanted to take advantage of it, of my ass from where he sat at his desk. Near the end of class, he came by for another inspection, and when he came to my station, he moved behind me and peered over my shoulder. I was screwing and unscrewing the same bolt. It was what I was doing on the first pass. My butt pressed back against him and I could feel his cock get hard, pressing on the crack of my ass through our pants. He stood there a moment. I could smell his cheap cologne on a wave of body heat. It smelt like cock to me. Big, hard and ready-cock, and then he whispered, "Good job Mikie," before he went on to the next student. "I'm not sure I know how to use the band saw." I said to him after class. "Can I come by after school sometime?" "Sure," he said, "How about today? I smiled at his deep blue eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Marlow. I'll be here." He said, "Great, looking forward." He then put his arm around my shoulder walking me to the door, but before I walked out, his hand fell to my ass where he patted me and gave a nice squeeze with his fingers pushing on my butt hole. I was there right at the sound of the bell for the end of school that day. When I knocked he answered, and with one look around, shut the door after I came in and locked it. My tongue bathed my pouted lips once more before I looked into his eyes and said, "I'm glad for your offer to help me." "I'll do my best," he said before walking to the band saw. "Now, stand facing the machine. Put your goggles on," He reminded me. I reached up on my tiptoes to grab the plastic goggles that hung from the machine. When I stretched, his hand, which was on the small of my back, now rested on the curve of my butt. He squeezed the cheek as if checking for firmness. I stayed there a moment, letting his hand play with my butt cheeks. Then I rested my feet back on the ground and spread my legs, leaning over to let him play with my ass as much as he wanted. His fingers became aggressive. They began to push into my crack, prodding my rosebud, rubbing the opening. I moaned and pushed back against his fingers, grinding into his hand as much as he was pushing back. He pulled my pants off me, exposing my creamy white buns and the tan line that set the cheeks of my ass off so well. I heard him pull on his belt buckle, heard his pants drop around his ankles and saw his hand reach for some grease kept nearby for the machinery. But before he got the grease, I spun around and took that fucker to the root. I gobbled him to the base and then started to suck with my throat. Milking that big, fat fucking dick deeper in my cock-sucking throat. He moaned and held still. I looked up at him, looked pleadingly into his deep blue eyes and backed off before I plunged down again, grinding my face into his pubes. Nursing that big fucker for all I had in me. He held my head and fucked my face. "Fuck! What a hot little fucker you are," he said pumping my mouth. I looked up at him. His face was full of pleasure while he pumped me full of dick. He ground his cock in my mouth. Pushing with his body while grinding his dick in my face. In and out it went, stopping to feel my tongue lap at the slit, then pushing it in so it throbbed inside my mouth, my cheeks sunken in, nursed that big fucker of his. He pulled it out to slap my face with it until I reached up and held on to its shank and plunge my throat down on its length. I began to gurgle around it. His pre-cum had lubed my mouth and throat until it came out of my nose. That's when he shot. He just slammed into my face over and over until he stopped, held me tight to his dick and spermed. I took it all, every fucking drop and licked the rest off him while he recuperated. If you like these stories, let me know. Mike, mgleich@earthlink.net