Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2022 01:02:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Steve889
Subject: A Cock Sucker's Vacation

A Cocksucker's Vacation

There have been several times where I have been asked to write a story for
others. They evidently liked my style, or the way that I described the
psychological and passionate aspects of submission to another person.

But I'm writing this at one in the morning, because Dave, the guy that I've
been orally serving for the last four days, ordered me too. He didn't
ask. He wasn't extremely adamant about it, but I could tell he Didn't want
to hear no. Cocksuckers don't have a right to say no, they only have a
right to say yes.

I'm sitting on the couch in our room here in New Mexico. It's a really
beautiful place, and even though my main reason for coming here is to live
freely as a committed cocksucker. It was the first time in my life away
from where I live. For some reason, I needed to spend some time is
somebody's personal cocksucker. We decided that four days should be long
enough, to know one way or the other. Through communication that involved
phone calls, emails, and daily Texts, we became friends. There was a three
hour time difference us, so I was able to text late at night, sometimes
while I was sucking someone else. I usually wrote a recap afterwards, and
sent a copy to one other friend I communicated with, and Dave. Because my
stories were sometimes autobiographical sometimes mixed with fiction, Dave
was able to get a insight into what motivated me, and my inner thoughts and
emotions. Overtime we developed some trust between us. I was extremely
honest of my desires and some of darkest and deepest fantasies.

I understood why he felt he needed a cocksucker, and he understood why I
wanted to be someone's cocksucker. This vacation was primarily to see if we
were compatible in both are Roles.

  Dave doesn't talk down to me, And respects me even though I am a
cocksucker. Also we found we had other common interests. He initially
contacted me because he admired my attitude, ability to write about the joy
of being a cocksucker. Even though I had some fans, it was the first time
anyone has contacted me, and suggested that he would enjoy having me as his
cock sucker. It had never occurred to me, to look for cock to suck anywhere
outside my immediate area. I suggested that perhaps we might meet someplace
neutral, as I had never traveled just to spend several days at someone's
cocksucker. Since I had recently Ended a long straight conventional
relationship with a beautiful female, I had decided to Improve my skills,
and enjoy the submissive nature of being a cocksucker.. And even though he
lived in California, I didn't think distance was that big a deal.

Actually the idea of going someplace where no one near me, gave me the
freedom to be anything I wanted to be. Even if that was just to be a
cocksucker. But I didn't like the idea of looking for a cock all the time
like I was back home. And I wasn't looking to be anybody's boyfriend. But I
did like the idea of being someone's cocksucker. And I didn't even mind if
it was every day. I always felt that the more the better. And the longer
the better. And I also like the idea that I didn't really have much of a
choice that was somebody else's choice and desires that mattered

Now Dave is a likable guy, and respects my skill, commitment and passion at
sucking cock. He's not a natural dominant, and I had to convince him that
taking advantage of my submission, was not the same as treating me
poorly. Outside of my Oral service, we have a fairly conventional buddy
relationship.

It's difficult to find someone you can trust And even more he understands
and respects that I'm a cocksucker. Respect isn't really something that
most people give to a cocksucker, even when they're sucking your cock.
We're just something to use to get your nut if your straight or
married. Some used cocksuckers after divorce, or between girlfriends, or
when you're just having a difficult time getting any pussy.

 Dave is sleeping now. I can't blame him. I just spent the last two hours
sucking out two loads, that are conveniently in my stomach. I told him once
that I'm better than Ambien.

Also I also spent about a half an hour licking and kissing and sometimes
making out with a smooth shaved area from the bottom of his balls to the
bottom of his taint. He said it was extremely relaxing to feel my tongue
move around slowly in circles. And then I would do a slow up and down With
the flat part of my tongue. Sometimes I kissed and made extremely
submissive and moaning sounds. He told me later that it turned him on
hearing my devotion, and passion.  He could tell I loved it.

That first day I carefully shaved him between his legs. I guess they call
it Manscape. I just don't think it's something that guys expect, and since
I mix intelligent conversation, lots of humor, and enthusiasm and skill,
it's not only useful, but it's a lot of fun. And because hair grows out, it
almost ensures that you'll get another chance to shave and Suck again.

It's jus fun. Also it's extremely submissive, to have someone lay back and
spread their legs, while I kneel with good lighting, and allow me the
privilege To shave their Genitals and ass completely smooth.

Afterwards I use my tongue to find any stubble. I woke to Ensure he's
completely Smith for my tongue. This time when I was done, and I used a
warm towel to remove the soapy and any hair. I start by slowly planting
soft kisses everywhere that I shaved. I put my face close and low to
inspect where I'm going to be spending quite a bit of time the next four
days. I Use my fingers to spread the cheeks of his ass so I can give a
super passionate kiss directly on the star of His shaved anus. I move a
little back, and close my eyes and smell the scent. All of it makes me very
submissive. I guess sitting on the floor, between a man spread legs, it's
always exciting for me. In some strange way, I always consider it a
privilege, evan an honor. I look up and he's smiling. He's not saying
anything, so I continue. I'm pretty sure he never had the star of anus
Kissed so passionately. I looked up at his reaction. And I told him that he
should just get used to it. Let me tell you, for a cocksucker like me,
there really isn't anything more submissive than kissing licking, and
touching someone's ass. It's not something I've been doing very long, but
after several hours of practice back home, I've learned that it is one
place that I really love. He was surprised actually, because he didn't
expect anything other than oral love on his cock and balls. And when I
first started communicating with him, I kind of told him that I thought it
was risky, and not really something that I would do. I actually thought
that it was something that the lowest Cocksucker would do. It's funny now,
because I used to have an attitude that I was better than other cocksuckers
because I didn't eat ass. Now I think it's one of my better assets.

 But after a few sessions with Dave, he came to enjoy not only my long
sessions at rimming, but he expected it.

He did tell me that he would still have respect for me, and that since I
didn't take it up the ass, he felt it was a useful substitute. He also said
it would keep me busy between his first and second and even the third
Nut. Cocksuckers don't argue. We may politely offer an alternative for
several reasons. Such as health related, or something else that's necessary
to communicate. But I just felt it was something special, and if it made me
a better cocksucker, then I feel they have no reason to complain anyway.

 In other words, I never refused anything oral as long as he was freshly
showered. This week I had Rimmed his shaved anus three nights in a
row. That was a first for me. I asked myself could I actually eat ass every
day?

Anyway, I'm writing and recalling all this at 1 o'clock in the morning, and
I have to say that I'm tired. But it's a good tired. Because I've learned a
lot about myself in the last four days. I guess sucking someone off 2 to 3
times a day for several days in a row will do that to you. We are both
returning tomorrow to our home cities and states.  He's going back to his
same lifestyle as basically a gay man, who likes cocksuckers to drain his
balls. And I'm going back to my bi lifestyle in the Midwest. Me splitting
my time between sucking guys off, and trying to date women and have
relationships. I have several people that have given me direction advice
and conversation concerning my immediate future. And one of the reasons I'm
writing this recap is that after swallowing 14 loads, and spending several
hours each evening and sometime during the day in oral submission, Has been
a test of my resolve. Either I'll stay miserable with my old life, or Will
find some happiness and acceptance being a full time cocksucker.  Is this
how I should spend my retirement?  I can't play golf since Oh my back is
bothering me since I've had some injuries, and I'd have to say that my
hobby has been practicing my cock sucking skills. Which I have expanded to
also extend my oral worship under someone's balls.

Dave offered me the opportunity to move nearby in California so that I can
be his personal cocksucker. I mean the move would entirely be at my
expense. What do you offer in his friendship, And the promise that I could
spend each and every day as his personal Cocksucker. He assured me that he
would give me all the come that I needed. We could hang out and spend some
time doing other things, but my primary reason, and daily responsibility,
was to suck the cum from his balls, and swallow every drop.  I had to admit
the opportunity was very appealing. So it's really a big deal for me to
actually try to live it a life servicing His sexual needs.  And that's what
it was actually, I would be his sexual servant. That's what a cocksucker
does.  I did ask him does he really me to be his full-time cocksucker. And
he said that I was special Kind of cocksucker. I smiled and felt pride at
the compliment. He then grinned at me, and again committed all the cum that
I would need. I thought that was a tall order, but I didn't doubt him. I
also thought that was pretty generous To promise me all the cum his balls
produce. It's not every day that someone offers to pump a load or two down
your throat on a daily basis. I was pretty sure I wasn't going to get a
better offer, And I really didn't think I had much to lose.



His flight arrived about an hour before mine, so we met The first time at
the car rental counter. Even though we had talked on the phone and text
hundreds of times, I had to admit I was a little nervous. But that quickly
passed as we walked toward the rental car. It was an Altima, and had plenty
a room for both of us and our bags. After we exited the garage, I gave him
directions to get us started To the resort we are staying at. Without him
asking, I reached over and casually rubbed his crotch. I found the outline
of his cock, and gently fingered it while making conversation. You could
tell he liked it, and I only that he didn't get into a traffic
accident. When he got into more traffic I pulled my hand away. We were
Staying at a resort that was Known to be gay friendly, but not gay
specific. Nice place, 250 a night Which we agreed to split. Anyway after we
checked in, We took the elevator up to the room on the 3 rd floor. Thirty
seconds after he close the door behind me, I fell to my knees, and unzipped
his pants. I reached in and pulled out his semi erect cock and sucked it
deep into my mouth. I just let out this huge sigh of contentment. It was
such a relief. Like kissing a girl for the first time. I just was saying to
myself, it's about time. He let me suck for a couple of minutes while
looking up at him. I could tell he felt like a king. He asked me to stop
and save that for later. He thought we should get our swimsuits on and have
Lunch and drinks by the pool. It was a good idea. I almost forgot I was
there to be a cocksucker.  We had a fun afternoon, and even met a few
couples in had a couple of drinks. Around 330 I thought I had enough sun,
and suggested we go relax in the bedroom. We had a short walk to our room,
and I told him I was going to take a shower. I took off all my clothes in
front of him, and turned on the hot water. Now I have never taken a shower
with a man before except may be in high school during gym class, but he
followed me in as soon as I started to get wet. I soaked him all over, and
he enjoyed that. We watched each other's backs, and he stuck a finger
almost in my ass. I didn't know what to do. I felt like he was accusing me
and I just left. I got out first, and dried myself off, then waited for him
and gave him a robe. We walked back out into the bedroom area, and he sat
down on the couch. He took a dominant pose and spread his legs. He moved
his ass to the edge of the couch so I Had complete access from his ass to
the tip of his cock. I placed a pillow on the floor for my comfort , and
started to show him how much I love being a cock sucker. Obviously this was
the first time I ever sucked his cock, but I didn't realize the time, that
this is what I was going to be doing for the next two years.

The first time I sat between his legs to be his cock sucker, I started by
kissing, nibbling, and rubbing my face affectionately all over his
crotch. Over the next hour I showed him how much I enjoyed not only sucking
and licking his cock and balls, but my devotion and love for making out
with the bottom of his balls, all over his taint, and Of course the star of
His anus. I showed him some deep throat skills, and after edging and eating
a lot of pre-cum, I sucked and swallowed a fairly large load. His cock
throbbed as he came. As I swallow, and he started to get a little soft, I
buried my face at the base of his cock, and felt the throb around my
lips. It was a beautiful feeling. I was pretty impressed with the
intensity, and especially the volume of sperm I swallowed. I liked the
taste of his come. That was kind of a relief. Some guys have bitter cum,
and if I wanted to be someone's cock sucker, I suppose enjoying the taste
would be a bonus.

 He didn't come in the bottom of my throat, as I told him beforehand as I
wanted to taste his sperm. And I really enjoyed it, he let me milk his
softening cock for a few minutes. I did get a few extra drops. So I was
glad I was thorough. He got up to use the bathroom and I sat on the pillow
with the taste of his cum in my mouth. I thought I had done a pretty good
job for the first time, but I was pretty sure I was going to do better each
time he used me as his cocksucker.

I'm gonna jump ahead a little bit here, we got along pretty well that week,
and a couple months later when I decided to move nearby so I can become his
full-time cocksucker, we had some disagreements. None of them were terribly
serious, but people just have to get used to each other. And I had to get
used to being his submissive cocksucker. But we never ever had an argument
about what my responsibility were. He made me understand what my place was,
and made me comfortable being there. We agreed that his needs were the most
important thing that mattered. Suck as what time of day he wanted to use me
to drain his balls. Although it wasn't set in stone, he was pretty sure
that he wanted to get sucked off first thing in the morning, and every
evening if he wasn't too tired. That we were in total agreement. From that
first suck where I was just happy to familiarize myself with his genitals,
to the second an Hour or so later, I was pretty pretty sure that I was
going to enjoy being his cock sucker.  We had had a good dinner, and this
is how we spent most of the evening. I had a feeling that he understood how
I thought inside, and what exactly turned me on. And it's always extremely
satisfying to suck someone off twice in an evening. It's one of the best
compliments he could give me, other than the pleasure of going to sleep
with two loads of his cum in my stomach. I remember thinking as I fell
asleep that I could get used to this.

Sometimes especially in the morning he could sense It was difficult to me
to think of myself as a cocksucker, and specifically his. He wanted me to
know, that I have nothing to be ashamed of. I he made me understand that
even though the term cocksucker something that's an insult to some, and
probably what others think is the lowest you could be as a gay person, he
assured me that it did not really describe who I was. He saw me as a very
giving person, very unselfish, and my true self. That I had probably been
living my entire life thinking I was just like every other straight guy.
When in fact I enjoyed submission, my version of gay sex, and a desire to
taste and swallow other men sperm. He told me that I would never be an
alpha, that I would always be a version of a bottom, and it's quite
possible that someday I might enjoy being used that way. But he was willing
to be patient, and let me find my way. But that I could expect spending
most of my time, especially in the evenings, with my face mouth and tongue
somewhere between his legs. Anyway that evening after I had sucked his
second load, he let me rest and suck on the head of his cock while he watch
TV. I tried to watch two but, I just found it really relaxing to just close
my eyes and suckle like it was my mothers tit. Eventually he turned off the
TV around 11, and stroke my head, called me a really good cocksucker, and
told me that we would have a pretty good time this week. He kind of dozed
off while I was sucking the head but I knew I couldn't stay in that
position and fall sleep. So I moved over to the other edge of the bed and
eventually dozed off. I woke up in the morning with a hard on pressing
against my butt. I slowly turned over and slid down until I could feel his
hard cock against my face. I kissed his balls. And I said good morning to
them, and put his hard cock in my mouth. I slowly sucked him off until he
throbbed in my mouth. I swallowed every drop and Licked the head of his
cock clean. Once he dropped his load he got out of bed, and went into the
bathroom. This is probably the first time in my life I woke up tasting
another man's cum. I put my head on the pillow, and kind of enjoyed the
feeling and taste.  I Quickly learned this was going to be a regular part
of my life. Dave told me he had always dreamed of finding someone to suck
him off before he got up and left for work.  Once I arrived in California,
it wasn't just workdays mornings that he expected to have his balls
drained. I Quickly learned m It was one of my chores when I woke up in the
morning. He joked that it was my early morning protein drink. By the way we
didn't have any discussion about this. This was what he wanted, and that
was that. One thing for sure, I started every day being reminded that not
only was I a cock sucker, but that I was His cock sucker.  Dave left a
creamy treat as a constant reminder.



Next day.

We got dressed and walked down the sidewalk to the main lobby where
breakfast was served. It was a buffet, so I ate more than I should. After
breakfast we walked back to the room. I thought we were going to change for
swimming, Instead he Ordered me to take my clothes off and lay down on the
bed. He sat beside me and helped me jack off. He fondled my balls while
explaining that cocksuckers don't deserve head. Cocksuckers only give
head. That it was my reward for being a good cocksucker.

It turned me on, and I quickly shot a load on my chest. He grabbed my
spurting cock and milked it slowly for a minute. I looked at him and he
said " This is one of two ways that a Cocksucker gets to cum". He had a
small towel and cleaned me up. He fed me a few drops on his fingers which I
licked up. "Good boy"



He didn't have to explain to me what the second way a cocksucker could
cum. I'm sure he thought eventually I would cross over and be a full-time
faggot. He had showed me a video of prostate massage using someone else's
cock. Or basically being butt fucked. I thought it might be amazing to feel
what it was like to come without stroking your cock. I guess that's the
only other decision I have to make. I wasn't sure if I would ever take that
step, but it was never far from his mind for sure, and he wanted me to know
it.

As he knew my motivation for being a cocksucker was submission and
humiliation, I guess he figured that I would eventually take it up the
ass. Probably because I would need further humiliation and submission to be
truly happy. I think about it every day. And I'm ashamed that I think about
it, I mean it's hard enough to have to live and remind myself that my true
purpose in life now, is to make others cum. And specifically to daily drain
at least two loads from David balls every day.I'm my mind it would be a
whole other thing To you his 6 1/2 inch fat cock Buried balls deep over and
over until he got his nut. And it wouldn't be once, it might be every
day. Like getting a new hot tub.  At first you soak every day, But
eventually the novelty wears off. Hard to think of my ass as a novelty.



One thing that I had to get used to, at least initially, was I didn't get a
day off. I don't have vacations like other people, I don't have the
weekends off, I don't have my evenings off, I don't spend time with
friends. Basically, I consider the time I have during the day, as just area
of the day I'm getting through before Dave uses me as his cocksucker agaIn.



I'm on kind of a schedule. Seven days a week, usually every morning, and
definitely every evening, He calls me his "On call cocksucker".  I like the
way that sounds. There have been a few times, when he needed me around
lunchtime, or any time that he considered downtime. Sometimes I had to
travel to him, and we would find some place private, or just in his
vehicle. He never excuses me until he unloads down my throat. Lately he's
been pushing down on my head when he comes, and hold me until he's done
spurting. I've learned to swallow when he comes balls deep. Sometimes I
can't breathe, but he doesn't seem to care.



  At first I used to count how many loads I swallowed. But once I got to
100, it just didn't matter anymore. He did show me a cup filled with milk
one time right after breakfast. He said that's about how much cum I swallow
every month. He gave me kind of a pathetic look and a smaller.  I told him
if it was filled, I would swallow it all at once. And he said "of course
you would"

On our last day in New Mexico, we had booked an excursion that took us on
large jeeps deep into the hills. We got to see a waterfall, and a beautiful
canyon. We had lunch near some red rocks, before returning by about 230. We
both were a little dusty, so we returned to our room and took Separate
showers. Afterward we got in our swimsuits To relax and drink by the
pool. I got used to the playful way, when no one was looking, that he
wanted me to think about his cock. Even when we were at the pool or, just
about any time that I wasn't on my knees. He always let me know What my
place was. He had this kind of alpha smile, that only someone with a
personal cock sucker could appreciate.



At the pool was one of the few times that my personality and conversational
skills were an asset on vacation. He didn't particularly like when I
flirted or charmed some single women. It was just natural for me, and women
have always found me handsome. I learned to have a confident air about
myself when women are concerned. Dave didn't Really seem to mind. And he
didn't say anything. I just figured that he was letting Me be me. After a
couple of hours, I was feeling pretty good from the liquor and by 5 o'clock
we went back to get ready for dinner. We were in the room just a few
minutes, when David told me to get on the floor. He put a collar around my
neck and led me over to the couch. I just figured, that he wanted me to
suck him off before dinner. He's a big guy and he Put his arm around my
waist, and lifted me on his lap. And before I knew it he was slapping me
hard with his hand, while holding me tight. I try not to scream, but it was
difficult. He told me to count. I felt like I was in animal house. When he
got to 15, he stopped. And started rubbing my butt.  I asked him why was he
spanking me, and he said because I needed to be reminded that pussy was no
longer going to be part of my life. That if I wanted to be his cocksucker,
that I had to understand and agree, that the only thing that really was
going to matter, was sucking the cum from my his balls, and if I didn't
like it, that was too fucking bad. And he told me to start counting again,
and he spanked a little longer and harder. He stopped again at 20. I was
actually crying. He asked me if I understood. And I said yes. He said he
couldn't hear me, and so I said it a little harder Louder. And then he said
"prove it cocksucker"

 And he pushed me onto the floor and Lifted his legs up in the air, and
told me to make out with my new girlfriend. He had kind of a condescending
laugh. It really made me hot.  He said this is all the pussy you're ever
going to get. I was sitting on the floor, and I could feel the pain in my
buttocks, but he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it so my mouth was
even with this whole. The one that I had shaved clean two days ago."Well
cocksucker it's not going to kiss itself". He removed his hand, scooted his
ass just a little further to the edge of the couch, And I nervously moved
my tongue in my mouth and passionately kissed Directly on the star of his
anus. "Kiss it, French kiss your girlfriend" I started to close my eyes,
and that pissed him off. "Keep your eyes open". I usually close my eyes
when I kiss, but I suspect that he wanted me to fully experience what he
must've considered was a humiliating act.

Was my eyes open, I started talking like I was trying to make love to a
pretty girl. I could tell he like that, most guys do. For some reason they
like when I talk to their balls, or ask permission to put my tongue
someplace under other Nutsack. Anyway I stiffen my tongue and I guess
started French kissing and probing for several minutes. I kissed all over
the inside of his thighs and up his taint, with a passion that actually
surprised me. I guess some of it was the alcohol, and some of it was his
dominant attitude, and maybe even some of it was because I was afraid that
he would discipline me again. But I would have to say that I kind of made
love for over 30 minutes. I licked him like a ice cream cone, and I just
and sucked especially the underside of his balls. He moaned quite a bit,
and occasionally reach down and push my head and deep. Especially when I
was tongue fucking. He said deeper a few times, and I did the best I
could. The only time that I stopped or paused was when he told me to come
up and eat the pre-cum that was on the end of his cock and somehow actually
dripped onto his lower chest. I really felt submissive as I licked the
pre-cum off of his stomach. I did suck his cock a few times, but every time
he got close, he would pull it away, sometimes like I didn't deserve it,
and press my head back down so I could Orly worship under his balls. I had
promised that I would show him what I had learned about anal worship, and I
suppose this was the time that he wanted me to show him. I spent several
minutes in a slow and repeated tongue fuck. Each time I tried to go
deeper. I think I got as far as I could when he pressed the back of my head
so hard that I had to hold my breath. I slowly licked up and down his crack
like it was the most delicious meal I ever had. I used the flat part of my
tongue, and I could tell he enjoyed it. I enjoyed it too. I can't help but
I keep making these mowing and Sissy sounds of contentment.

 My ass still hurt, but I understood my earlier transgression. The same
thing happened several time while we were in California. Sometimes my bi
side would come through, and I needed to be reminded where my place was. I
licked and sucked from his balls to his ass for probably an hour. I
admitted to him months earlier that I had a special love for the underside
of any guys balls. I just think it's an area that's neglected and very
sensitive. And I think it's extremely submissive. Anyway I just get turned
on anytime I have my mouth there.

Eventually I Deep Throated his cock over and over until he shot his second
load of the day. I took a deep and swallow every drop. He doesn't go soft
right away after he comes. So sometimes I just continue to suck until he
soft. I wait a minute so he's not so sensitive. It almost seems like he
could come again, he stays so hard.

We took a break and got dressed and walked down to one of the
restaurants. Tonight was surf and turf and a couple of drinks. We struck up
a conversation with some of the other people that were staying at the
hotel. By the time we were finished it was around 9:30 PM and we walked
back up to the room.



After I got naked, he joined me on the bed. For the rest of the evening he
watched TV and my tongue really never left his cock and balls. Around 10 PM
he decided to mouth fuck me until he finally got his third none of the
day. I got up to brush my teeth and take A few prescription drugs. I felt a
little horny, but figured I wasn't going to get me off since he had just
disciplined me. He told me if I wanted to fall asleep while suckling the
head of his cock that would be OK. And that's exactly how I feel
asleep. With a sore ass, and a sore throat, and a choice in my head of how
I wanted my life to go.

We had to get up early to make our flights the next day, and so I didn't
have time to suck again before we left. And I didn't have to make a
decision until I got back. He gave me a big hug, and told me that he was
glad we got together, and that he thought we were going to be great
friends. And to let him know if I wanted to continue. He apologized for
Spanking me, but I told him that I deserved it. And that it only increased
my respect for him. I was sorry we didn't have another day or two. And he
replied that, that was entirely up to me. And then he hugged me, and
whispered in my ear, you're my cocksucker now. Don't even think of
forgetting it. And then he turned and walked away. That was pretty much
what I thought about about the whole way home. That I was somebody's
cocksucker.



My flight took off first. I arrived home late that night, tired but
relived. I woke up the next day with a message on my phone. It was a
picture of his cock, with the caption "Where is your mouth". He included
another picture of has spread legs, and the caption "your new home". There
was no lol. I think he was just stating fact.

And I replied," I'll see you soon. With a :-)."

Two weeks later I was on a plane to Los Angeles. I had rented a room at an
extended stay motel with a kitchenette.

I immediately started to look for a more permanent place to stay in the
Burbank area. I was lucky after three days to find a rental that was
furnished. It was like a small fixed up garage behind a rather large
house. The owner head built a place for his son had been home from
college. He has Recently relocated for another job. The house wasn't very
large, but it was new and had been designed well. I paid around $2500 a
month, which was about the price of a small apartment, but didn't afford as
much privacy. I figured a cocksucker needed as much privacy as he could
get.  I had my own entrance, and a couple of parking spots just off the
alley. I moved in about a week later, and Dave who had been coming to my
hotel room every night, stopped in nearly every evening. He asked for a
key, and I gave him one. I mean I was a cocksucker, so he had every right
to come in unannounced whenever he felt like it. I knew it gave me a little
less privacy, But again I was his cock sucker. And as he reminded me every
time he shoved his cock balls deep and unloaded yet another load of hot
come straight down my throat. He never said anything, but I think it was
his way to remind me. We did hang out and share dinner often on his days
off, and a couple of nights a week. We might have some beers or watch some
sports at the bar. But we both knew That we would end the day, with me
proving one way or the other, that I was his cock sucker. It was like he
owned me. And for some reason I just didn't care.

 I became very good at edging his balls for as long as I could. And he
rewarded me with several helpings of pre-cum. Eventually he shot some large
loads for me to swallow.  Sometimes his cock would throb seven or eight
times. And I always was delighted to suck and swallow his Sperm milk. And
even though I really didn't have a lot of friends, or much of a social life
in California, I wasn't miserable. I was living someplace warm, and I
considered Dave my best friend. Sometimes he spent the night, because he
really liked being sucked off in the morning. And sometimes he just treated
me like a cocksucker. He would just get off, and then get dressed. Rarely
did he stop by and just hang out. If he came over, off then it was for me
to be his cocksucker. Sometimes he would just show up in the morning and
wake me. I would just feel a tap on my shoulder, and a few seconds later he
would have his cock in my face. It didn't matter what time, or whether I
was in a deep sleep. I would just suck out another load. It didn't bother
me. I told him it actually made me feel more like a cocksucker when he did
that. We did get away for a few weekends together, and he continued to use
my mouth and throat whenever it suits him. I do miss my friends back home
sometimes.  I try to stay in touch with them and my kids. They don't
actually know what I do out here, and I really haven't invited anyone
out. I just can't take the chance of them knowing what my new life is
like. I do tell them that I'm happy, and then I enjoy the weather and the
beach. I Discussed with Dave my desire to take a trip back home to see my
kids. He says that would be OK, but not more than a week, or we might have
to find another cocksucker. I know he's Kidding But I take it seriously. He
is going to go with me the Indianapolis to help me sell my house. So we
have a trip planned in a few weeks. He's right I need to cut my ties to the
city, and my old life. And I could use the money to possibly buy some place
in California. It would be easier if we lived in the same house.

At least he could help me with the move, and I could still spend every
evening between his legs. He often reminds me that that's actually my new
home.

I've met some of his family, and a few of his friends. And they now
consider me part of his family. But I'm pretty sure they know that I'm his
submissive daily cocksucker. Not sure what they think about that, but I'm
sure they don't have a whole Lot of respect for me. They have mentioned
that Dave seems happier since I arrived. And though I didn't want to admit
it, he was right all along about my life change. I was only going to be
happy if I lived my life as a Cocksucker.

 Since Dave considers me his cock sucker. I have Less anxiety, I'm not
looking for new cock daily. And I don't have to worry about catching STDs
and so forth. I guess I've given up some of my personal freedom to just get
up and go anywhere, anytime I want to. Dave doesn't really say that I can't
leave, but he does remind me how unhappy I was when I try to live my life
as a straight guy. I've accepted my obsession with being a cocksucker. And
although I'm not exactly proud that this is how I'm spending my retirement,
at least I'm not alone.I have someone that depends on me, and I do have a
friend. I asked him once if for some reason I no longer was this
cocksucker, would we still be friends. And he assured me that we would. But
it's been two years now, and I'm not sure I would want to live any other
way. I suppose the only thing that would make me happier, is it I was able
to suck off more than just his cock. He said I was such a cumslut. I just
told him that I was just too talented not to be used by others. The next
day he told me that he understood, and said he was going to pick me up at 6
PM for a surprise.

That day I volunteered for the first time at the food bank. I enjoyed the
work. I figured if Dave could feed me every day, then I should spend some
time feeding others. He told me he liked the logic, but that I should be
careful not to think about women while I was there. Anyway that evening he
picked me up at 6 PM and we drove over to another neighborhood. Was a nice
house, this person obviously had some money. We knocked on the door, and we
walked inside and I was introduced to a couple of guys that were drinking
beers. It seemed like a small party of a 4 of his friends.  I got a beer
and sat down on the couch and just tried to fit in. After about 10 minutes,
Dave told me to stand up and takeoff all my clothes. I was a little
startled, but cocksuckers don't argue they just obey. He told everyone that
he wanted to show everyone that I was the best cocksucker in the world. A
couple of the guys laughed, and I had to say that I felt a little
embarrassed. Anyway for about the next two hours, I went from one guy to
the next, and made oral love to each one of their cock and balls. I swallow
every drop of come they shut down my throat. I had never sucked more than
two guys at one time, so this was a new experience. At the time I sucked
off Dave , some of the guys were playing pool, or we're just watching me
suck. Dave came straight down my throat, and it didn't take long because he
probably was so turned on. After he was done, he asked everyone what they
thought. And it was almost unanimous that in their minds I was the GOAT at
cocksucking. I got to have a drink a beer, and then Dave Suggested another
round of cocksucking if anybody else wanted to get off again.

 I was led back into a basement bedroom, and at first two of the guys had
me suck them off by going back-and-forth. Dave came in and filmed some of
it. It took a little longer but, I was able to get both of them off. One of
them came on my face because Dave thought that was hot. It was even hotter
when I was hand in the mirror, and use my fingers to scoop up off the cum
off my face and forehead and eat and swallow it. And of course I think
everyone for the honor and privilege of being able to suck them off, and
for the gift of their come. Some of them thought that was pretty funny, but
appreciated how articulate and polite I was. I sure they thought my
Gratitude were genuine.  Eventually around 1130 pm we left for home.  I
have to say I was pretty tired. He told me he was proud of me. I always
felt uncomfortable, when someone told me they were proud of my cock sucking
skills. I'll take any compliment I can get. But I also always wondered if I
really should be proud to be a cocksucker. And especially tonight, when
several men used me to repeatedly empty their balls.  As we were driving
home in the dark, I reached over and started to rub Dave`s cock.  I told
him that I was really really happy that he let me live that fantasy. He
told me that the guys thought I was terrific, and that they thought it
might be fun to make it a regular thing. I didn't know what to say. I just
smiled and kept rubbing his cock. It had kind of become a habit of mine,
that whenever he drove me around, that I would rub his cock as he drove. It
was just one of those little things I did to show him how much I
appreciated being his cock sucker. I just didn't want to take it for
granted that he would continue to let me tongue him completely each and
every day. He took me back to my place, and he followed me in. I guess
everything that it happened, and my rubbing of his cock on the way back,
had turned them on. I ended up giving him a small slow sensual suck in
bed. She shot an amazing second load down my throat. I Gulped it all down
and milked the shaft for several minutes.  Dave petted my head, and told me
I was a good cocksucker. I fell asleep with my face resting just above his
cock. I just wanted to stay there.  He let me fall asleep with his cock in
my mouth. It was something that I enjoyed.  When I woke up in the morning,
I no longer had any guilty feelings about being a cocksucker. I didn't miss
pussy much, and the longer I stayed as a cock sucker, the more I excepted
my place. I wasn't exactly proud of it, but in many ways it fit me. I
figured anyone that had sucked off five guys in one evening, better get
used to being a cocksucker.  I finally found true confirmation and
acceptance as a Cocksucker. I was a cocksucker. I may be something else as
well, but it's what's I am right now.

I should write about the next few months, so keep watching.