Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2022 17:29:06 -0500
From: BH
Subject: Cocksucker Tryouts, Part 1

As soon as I pushed on the door to the apartment building, my heart
started racing. That's funny, I thought, because this is hardly my first
time entering a horny stranger's apartment. But I don't think I've
anticipated a hookup with so much excitement or anxiety since the day I
sucked my first dick.

I had come a long way in the four years since then. I remember
18-year-old me on my knees fumbling awkwardly, trying to fit it all in my
mouth, focusing on keeping my teeth out of the way. Fortunately he had
taken the time to train my throat, and now, four years later, I could
suck a dick with the best of them.

You see, I discovered that day my passion for oral submission. The moment
that stranger looked down into my eyes and called me his little
cocksucker, I was hooked. In the three years that followed, I was on
Grindr constantly, practicing my oral skills on just about any big cock I
could get my mouth on. I had a few regulars who appreciated the willing,
reliable throat, but apart from their cocks, there was nothing
particularly memorable about any of them. At least, not until I met Adam.

I was attracted to his dominance immediately. The night we met, Adam told
me I was going to be his boyfriend. Then he took me to his car and
facefucked me harder than anyone ever had in my life. We've been
together ever since, and now we're coming up on our one year
anniversary.

Adam doesn't like sucking dick all that much, but it doesn't bother me.
I discovered early on that I enjoy sucking dick way more than I like
getting sucked. A few weeks after we started dating, Adam fucked my ass
for the first time. I had wanted to save my first time for my first
boyfriend, but it was hardly the romantic scene I had imagined. It hurt a
lot, and once we started getting into it, he started calling me his
faggot and his good little bottom bitch. I couldn't believe my boyfriend
was talking to me like this while he was taking my virginity. It made me
feel humiliated and turned on at the same time.

We moved in together about two months ago, and since then, things have
changed between us. He's not nearly as sexually aggressive as he was,
and lately he's been turning down my offers to give him head. In fact,
it's been over two weeks since I've swallowed his load. I suspect he's
fucking someone else, which is how I ended up outside this stranger's
apartment building.

I downloaded the Grindr app and made an anonymous account, with the
intention of doing some sleuthing. Almost at once, though, I got
distracted by a profile just one or two squares away from my own. It had
a picture of a tall, massively muscular man, age 36, wearing tight
leather shorts and brandishing a bullwhip. The face was cropped out, but
I was instantly turned on. I got even more turned on when I saw he lived
less than a mile from our apartment.

9"DOM 4 HEAD
Looking for a reliable, submissive cocksucker for regular arrangement
servicing 9 inch daddy dick. Ideal candidate is 20-25, dependable, and
willing to do absolutely whatever it takes to make Sir happy. Tryouts
will take place Friday evening at my apartment. Message to request
appointment and address. Serious inquiries only.

That's how I ended up here, on Friday night, outside this stranger's
apartment building. I wasn't sure I would show, but something about the
tone of his messages was absolutely magnetic, and I just had to meet him
in person. Plus, as much as I enjoyed my boyfriend's dick, it certainly
wasn't 9 inches, and lately I hadn't been getting anything at all. I
was sure Sir would have other applicants, and I doubted I would hear from
him again if anything were to happen. This would probably just be a
one-off, I told myself, that would satiate my hunger for dom daddy dick.
If Adam wouldn't do it, maybe someone else would. Adam was out of town
visiting family that weekend, but still I was cautious as I walked to
9"DOM's address under cover of night. The last text I received from him
read "Your appointment is at 9pm. Don't be late."

At 8:55, I stood in front of his building, mustering up the nerve to
enter. I pushed on the building door, but it wouldn't budge. I messaged
him through the app, and I got no response. At 8:59, after four minutes
waiting without any word, I turned, ready to leave. Just then, there was
a buzz from the intercom beside the door, which I hadn't noticed before.
No one spoke, but I heard the lock in the door click. Taking a deep
breath, I slowly pushed the door open.

From there I ascended the main staircase to his apartment, which was only
on the second floor. I felt my pulse quicken with each step that I took.
Finally, I stood outside the door marked 2C. There was nothing left to do
but knock.

"Get in here," came the gruff reply. I turned the doorknob and slipped
silently into Sir's apartment.

I wasn't prepared for the sight that awaited me. The man in front of me
was the same man wearing the leather shorts in the photo--I could tell by
the tattoo on his muscular chest. He had olive skin, dark salt-and-pepper
hair, a close-trimmed beard, and a face that struck just the right
balance of handsome ruggedness. He must have been at least 6'4"
standing, though from the way he occupied his leather armchair as if it
were his throne, it was hard to tell. As I entered, his dark eyes looked
up and took me in. All my doubts, second thoughts, and reservations about
Adam vanished. I was instantly under Sir's spell.

"You're on time. Good." I just stared at this gorgeous giant sitting
directly across the room facing me, not knowing how to respond. "What
are you waiting for? Undress."

As it happened, he was already completely undressed himself. I could see
the dark hair that covered his face, his chest, his arms, his legs. The
rest was blocked from my view by someone else, a muscular reheaded twunk
kneeling before the leather throne. I couldn't see his face, just his
muscular back, his pale round ass, and the back of his head which bobbed
up and down in Sir's lap. He looked young, probably too young to order a
drink, and he too was completely naked, his clothes folded neatly on a
table by Sir's chair.

I immediately felt self-conscious--this guy's smooth young muscular body
was practically perfect, and I worried how I would measure up in Sir's
eyes. Still, I had come this far, and Sir had given me an order. My
submissive nature kicked in, and I unbuckled my pants. In seconds I was
completely naked in front of Sir, standing at attention with my hands
behind my head. All the while, the ginger never stopped to turn and look
at me. It was like I wasn't even in the room.

Sir was silent for a minute as he inspected my body. His eyes stopped on
my rock-hard penis sticking out from my hairless crotch. "Small," he
said. "I like that." I couldn't help but notice the above-average
sized balls bouncing between the redhead's thighs as he sucked. Maybe
there was hope for me after all.

"Here's the deal, boy. I am in need of a reliable cocksucker to
regularly service my cock. I have an extremely high testosterone level,
which requires me to be serviced at least three times over the course of
the day by a cocksucker who knows what the fuck he's doing. My fag
roommate who used to do it could make me cum in under a minute, but he's
moving away for work and I need someone to take his place. Ideally this
would become a live-in situation, with you taking his room and being sort
of my cocksucker on-call. In return, you'll have a place to live and the
satisfaction of taking care of a real man's needs. Any questions so
far?"

I was speechless, still taking in all that I was seeing and hearing. For
a moment, the only sound in the room was the slurping and sucking coming
from the redhead. Sir cleared his throat impatiently.

"Just one, Sir. Is that your roommate?"

"No, boy. This fag had the appointment before you. He confessed to me
that his parents kicked him out when they found him sucking his best
friend's dick, and now he hopes to earn his keep here by sucking my dick
every single day. Isn't that right, faggot?"

"Mmmhmmm," came the reply, the boy's head never leaving Sir's crotch.
I was beginning to get impatient, dying to see the 9-inch monster I had
come here for.

"That's `yes Sir' to you, bitch," said Goliath to David. "And
you're just about out of time. I told this fag that he had until my next
appointment was ready to make me cum. If he could, he'd get the job. If
not..."

Sir grabbed the boy by his red hair and pulled his head back, forcing him
off his cock. "Please Sir, let me keep going. Your cock is amazing, and
besides, I have nowhere else to go."

Sir said nothing. Instead, he hacked up a mouthful of saliva, which he
spat into the pleading boy's mouth before slapping him across the face,
hard. Then he picked up the boy's folded clothes and carried them over
to the window. The boy's gaze followed him, and I could see his face
clearly for the first time. It was round and youthful, accentuated by
plump pink dick-sucking lips that contrasted with his buff jock body. At
the moment, though, his pretty face was puffy and red, streaked with
tears and spit, and twisted in horror and humiliation as he realized what
was about to happen. He rose unsteadily to his feet, but it was too
late--Sir had thrown his clothes out the second-story window.

"Get the fuck out," was all he said, towering over the redheaded twunk.
The boy hesitated just a moment before fleeing butt-naked out the front
door, trying to cover himself with his hands. I watched his big white
bubble butt jiggle and bounce as he fled, enjoying the view until the
door slammed shut behind him.

I found Sir's cruelty exciting, terrifying, and utterly mesmerizing. It
was not unlike the feeling I would get when Adam would talk me into
blowing him in a park or public bathroom stall. Sir had me in the palm of
his hand, and from the look on my face and the state of my erection, I'm
sure he knew it.

"Bring me your clothes," Sir commanded, turning back to me. Even after
witnessing the scene that had just taken place, I did as I was told. Did
I have another choice?

I brought my folded clothes to the table, and by now Sir had resumed his
rightful place on his throne. Now, with just the two of us, I could see
his incredible cock up close for the first time. It was at least 9 inches
long, as advertised, and as thick as my wrist. It emerged straight and
tall out of a well- trimmed patch of dark pubes, with a single thick vein
visible from base to mushroom tip. His smooth brown balls looked heavy
and full. I was determined to taste what was inside.

"My next appointment is coming at 9:15. It's 9:05 right now. I'm gonna
offer you the same deal I offered him. If you accept, get on your knees
and get to work. If not, take your clothes and get the fuck out."

I was between his legs in an instant. The way he spoke reminded me of my
first night with Adam, the way he had so quickly and confidently claimed
me as his own. For a moment I felt guilty as I thought of Adam's
reaction if he saw me on my knees in front of this muscle god. The
thought was quickly pushed out of my head as the musky odor of Sir's
manhood intoxicated me.

I took him in my mouth hungrily, pausing for just a moment to adjust to
his enormous size filling my throat. His was by far the biggest dick I
had ever sucked, but in just a few moments I was handling it like a pro.
I could tell Sir was enjoying himself from his moans and from the way
he'd force himself deeper into my throat.

"Damn, you've already got me closer than that little ginger bitch
before you. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing down there. If he
hadn't been so cute and so desperate, I probably would've kicked him
out before you ever showed up. Here, you like poppers, boy?"

He picked up a small bottle from the table and unscrewed it. He inhaled
from the bottle and then offered it to me. Unsure, I removed his cock
from my mouth.

"Never tried them, Sir," I told him honestly.

"Here, cocksucker. Sniff." He held the bottle under my nose and I
obeyed. The chemical smell took over my entire brain until there was
nothing in the world but Sir's cock and my mouth. It was like my body
was a machine on autopilot, programmed with the singular goal of
swallowing Sir's cum. All the while, he urged me on with a steady stream
of degradation.

"Fucking cocksucker... worthless bitch...suck my dick like a good fag,
boy... yeah, that's it... deeper, slut... OH SHIT you're a talented little
whore, aren't you..."

Ten minutes flew by in what felt like thirty seconds. Every so often I'd
take another hit of poppers, which would put me right back in "the
zone." I wanted to take my time and savor this moment with this
incredible man and his incredible penis, but there wasn't time. It was
now 9:15, and Sir's next appointment would be here any minute. As I
fondled Sir's balls and swallowed him deeper into my throat, intent on
finishing him off, I heard the door downstairs buzz open.

Instinctively I tried to get up and cover myself, but he held me down. I
bobbed my head up and down on the enormous dick in time with the
footsteps ascending the stairs. Sir's balls tightened as the footsteps
reached the second floor. They stopped right outside the apartment door,
just as Sir's cock exploded in my mouth.

"FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK THAT'S MY GOOD FAGGOT" he screamed as he came,
filling my mouth with so much semen that it dribbled down my chin.
Whoever was outside, they must have heard him claim me as his faggot
while he climaxed. Undeterred, however, the newcomer knocked on the door,
which creaked open a moment later.

"You're late."

"I'm sorry Sir," came a familiar voice from behind me.

"This faggot already got the job. You're here for cocksucker tryouts, I
assume?"

"Yes Si..."

Through my popper and cock-induced haze, I recognized that voice. Naked,
delirious, and cum-soaked, I turned to face its owner. I immediately
registered the expression of guilt, betrayal, and lust on the face of my
boyfriend, Adam, who stood there in the doorway.