Date: Thu, 04 Aug 2005 12:07:07 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: One More

ONE MORE
BY MOORE

CHAPTER
ONE

Mark was late. The weather was perfect, the cops were
busy elsewhere chasing bad guys, potential customers were
on the street and my partner was nowhere to be seen.  I
tried his cellphone again and got the same annoying
recording: Got a dick in my mouth, can't come to the
phone. I'll suck your dick too, leave a message at the
tone.

Damn!

"What's the matter, Steven?"

"Hey, Frank," I said to one of the solo operators on this
corner near Times Square.  Frank was a big, beefy guy.
His muscles had muscles so he could afford to work
without a backup. Big in the dick department too I knew,
because we'd gotten it on a couple of times when business
was slow.  "Mark's late. Could you back me up tonight?"

"Sorry, no can do," he replied in a high pitched, girly
voice that didn't match his macho body. "I'm getting
picked up in ten minutes. Bunch of middle aged queers
from out of town are having me over for cocktails and an
all night fuck and suck party at the Plaza. Want to come
along? They might go another two hundred bucks to party
with a pretty boy like you."

The money was tempting, but I begged off claiming I
should wait for Mark.  The real reason was that I had to
be home before two o'clock when my mother got home from
her night job at the diner and too, I was avoiding gang
bangs. A party limited to my cocksucker mouth was okay,
but no dick had been in my ass yet and I wanted to keep
it that way until I got out of high school. My mother
didn't know I was gay, much less what I did to earn some
badly needed money.

That's how she found out that my older brother Allan was
gay.  He came home one night with his ass so bruised that
she had to take him to the emergency room. It nearly
killed her when she heard the interns joking about the
fag with the Holland Tunnel asshole in room four.

Allan was cool, we shared the single bedroom in the small
apartment. Mom slept on a foldout in the living room.  He
taught me everything I needed to know to survive on the
streets of Manhattan and most everything I needed to know
about gay sex.  He didn't know much about the other kind.

We fooled around in bed at night, my first wet cum was in
his mouth, and I gave him hand jobs when he wanted to get
off. I repeatedly offered to use my mouth instead of my
two small hands...to go down on him like he did to me,
but my brother wouldn't let me suck his cock.

"Don't start, Steven," he warned each time I playfully
crawled between his legs and tried to lick his hairy
balls or kiss his prick. "You might like the taste and
the feel of a dick in your mouth and one fag cocksucker
in the family is enough."

Maybe I would and maybe I wouldn't like a dick in my
mouth. I knew that I liked the taste of cum. One way or
another I was curious to find out.

There were some guys who'd probably let me suck their
dicks if I asked, they talked about it often enough. High
school guys, who hung out in the park; smoking pot and
drinking beer, trash talking the girls as they passed by.
A blow job wasn't sex according to President Clinton, but
the girls weren't buying their offer to suck a big dick.
Maybe they didn't read the newspapers.

I didn't suck the guys in the park or suck my brother. I
sucked my first cock for him though, to help him out of
a jam.  "I owe a guy some money," Allan explained when I
found him sobbing one afternoon. "A lot of money. He'll
break my legs if I don't pay it back or go to a, a sort
of party."

Allan wasn't making sense.  "So go to the party," I said
naively. Unaware at the time that Allan was doing for
others what he did for me in bed.

"You don't understand, Steven, the party's at his place
in the Village. Men only."

Allan had taught me well.  "Homosexuals?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh." Now I understood, the party was going to be in
Allan's mouth.

"And I have to bring a friend."

I insisted over his protest and he finally relented since
he didn't have much choice.

I have no idea how many cocks I sucked off that night or
how much yummy cum I swallowed. The room was large, there
were at least twenty men that I could see when Allan and
I arrived at ten o'clock.

"Gentlemen," a tall, well dressed black man called out as
he ushered Allan and I into the room. "You're attention
please, gentlemen."

Allan squeezed my hand reassuringly as the room fell
silent and all eyes turned our way.

"Gentlemen," our host said, nudging us forward. "Our two
cocksuckers have arrived and the party is about to
begin."

My mouth was numb, my knees were sore and my jockey
shorts were soaked with sticky cum when the party broke
up around one.

"You saved my ass tonight, thanks," Allan whispered as we
got ready for bed.

"I should thank you for tonight, Allan."

"Why's that?"

"Because I had a great time, see." I showed Allan my
shorts.

"Is that..."

"Cum, yeah. I came in my shorts with a dick in my mouth.
The black guy, you know, what's his name?"

"Oh, shit. Not Leon King?"

"Yeah, Mr. King.  His dick was in my mouth, close to
blowing a load, and I just popped. Then he popped. Like
I was swallowing his cum and pumping it out my dick."

"That's bad, Steven, real bad."

"No, no, it was good, real good. Mr. King thought so too,
he laughed when I told him what happened. It was really,
really good, Allan, because I found out tonight that I'm
not just a cocksucker. Don't you see? I found out tonight
I'm a fag."

Allan and I became a team that summer, working our corner
and backing each other up. I knew he was good and quickly
found out he was great.  Allan could suck off a guy and
be back on the corner before I'd gotten my guy's pants
open. Button flys were the worst.  Levi Straus was no
friend to a young fag, an inexperienced cocksucker trying
to suck for a buck.

Business slowed for independent street whores as the
weather got colder. Another campaign to sweep the queers
off the streets before the holiday tourists arrived added
to the problem. The cops wouldn't accept blow jobs in
exchange for not running you in so money got tight. The
guys who had pimps selling their services in the flea bag
hotel rooms around Times Square made out much better.
Allan and I considered it, hooking up with a pimp, but
Leon King came to our rescue.

"I know you," he laughed when he came into the theme
burger place where I was working. "A few months back.
You're the fag that came in his shorts."

I grinned, not the least bit embarrassed by the stares
from the French tour group that mobbed the place. Like
they don't have fags in France? "Hello, Mr. King."

"You gave me pretty good head."

My Hispanic co-workers chuckled knowingly. I flipped
every one of their sweaty, uncut cocks into my hot mouth
after flipping burgers all day. Great home made cream
sauce pumped into my mouth. Thick, rich and all natural
ingredients. Better than the gloppy sauce we put on the
burgers.

"Say, you're a good looking kid and you like to suck
dick. You ever think of doing fag movies?"

I took a break, no problem since I blow my manager twice
a week, and we talked about it over a cup of coffee in
the huge back seat of his stretch limo. Mr. King had the
coffee, I had his big cock and a big load of cream from
his balls. Then I sucked off his driver and bodyguard,
swallowing two more big loads of cum, and concluded the
impromptu audition with a striptease and demonstration of
my masturbation technique.

He was pleased with my performance and would have offered
me a job except for my age. I was too young and my fake
ID didn't cut it with Mr. King who would only use legal
boys in front of the camera. "How about my brother?" I
offered. "Allan's a fag too and gives great head. He's
the best cocksucker on the street."

CHAPTER
TWO

Allan auditioned for Mr. King and got the job. I got one
too as a goffer and fluffer. Mine was behind the camera,
mostly running errands and servicing the actors when they
came off the set. "Keep those dicks hard, boy," the
director instructed on my first day at work, "but don't
let'em cum."

The studio was in an old warehouse by the river, four
stories high and each devoted to making porno films. The
straights were on the second floor, lesbians on three and
homosexual, fag films were shot on four. The ground floor
staff handled the shipping and receiving and also ran a
very busy retail shop with a dozen screening cubicals
outfitted with glory holes. The whole building smelled
like day-old cum.

Surprisingly, very few of the actors in the fag films
were actually fags like Allan and I...just hard up guys
off the street who needed to make a buck with their
bodies before moving on to less demanding work. A single
film, sometimes after a single scene, and they'd be gone.
One fellow from Mississippi didn't even get that far.  He
took one look at the actors on the set, declared, "I
ain't suckin' no nigger dick," and fled.

The stars, all extremely well hung black men, did
straight porn too on the second floor. As one of them
explained while I was fluffing him up for a scene: "I get
to fuck pretty white girls in the morning and pretty
white boys in the afternoon."

Making good porno was hard work and like any film, the
scenes were often shot out of sequence. The all important
cum-shot scenes were done first thing in the morning when
the actors were fresh and best able to spurt cum into the
cocksucker's open mouth or on his face or ass. Artificial
cum, that looked and felt like the real stuff, was added
as necessary to fill out the cocksucker's mouth or to
give the cocksucker the drippy, covered-in-cum look that
Mr. King wanted in his productions. The cock sucking and
ass fucking scenes came later, after the cumming, it was
pretty easy to get confused.

The fake cum had one drawback, permanent yellow stains on
everything it touched. A few modest guys on the crew wore
old jocks on the set to save their clothing.  The rest of
us simply worked naked.

Maybe Mr. King was prejudiced because the black actors
didn't suck dick or get fucked in any of his films. The
cocksucker and pussy boy parts were reserved for white
actors. Blacks always played the part of a superior top
to a subservient white bottom. This was no problem for
Allan because of his real life experience on the street.
My talented brother didn't have to act much at all, just
be himself. Comfortably submissive, Allan knew how to
take direction; to grovel and to beg.

>I'M ONLY A WORTHLESS WHITE FAGGOT AND YOU'RE SUCH A
STUD. PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR BIG COCK.<

Allan's line, said from his knees to a sweaty black guy
on the locker room set, wasn't just a line from a
standard script. There wasn't much dialogue in most of
the films, actions speak louder than words anyway. They
way Allan sniffed the guy's packed jock strap before
pulling it down with his teeth, then kissed the guy's
loose balls and licked inside the guy's gunk-filled
foreskin...Allan wasn't acting.

>MAN, YOU TASTE SO GOOD. BLACK DICK IS THE BEST. CAN I
SUCK IT NOW? PLEASE.<

He wanted that big, black dick in his mouth. He wanted to
suck that big, black dick and the production team knew it
as the hot blow job scene unfolded.

>GO ON AND SUCK IT, FAGGOT. CHOKE ON MY FUCKIN' DICK.<

Allan serviced, no, he worshipped that dick from his
knees as though a god rather than a black man was using
his mouth to get off. I wasn't the only one to get a
hard-on watching Allan go down on that cock, the director
had to cue the black actor twice to deliver his next
line.

SHIT WHITE BOY, YOU'RE ONE GREAT COCKSUCKER.<

The look of pride on Allan's face was unmistakable.

>YEAH, I KNOW. THAT'S WHAT EVERYBODY SAYS.<

The long, slow lick up the thick, veiny shaft brought
matters to a head.

>BACK OFF, FAGGOT, GONNA NUT ON YOUR FACE.<

The look of panic on Allan's face was unmistakable.

>IN MY MOUTH, STUD. PLEASE NUT IN MY FAGGOT, SCUMBAG
MOUTH.<

Allan's mouth was filled when he opened wide for the
camera. Strings of semen also dangled from his chin. This
scene, shot earlier, ended the film with a nice touch.
Several curly, black pubic hairs garnished the large,
shiny pool of artificial cum on Allan's tongue.

The director yelled cut and told everybody to take five.
Allan took ten, ten inches of cock. "Finish you off?" He
asked his fellow actor who still had a hard-on.

The offer was met with some surprise. Very little sex
took place when the camera wasn't running.

"You want to blow me for real?" The black actor asked.
"Really suck my dick?"

"I'm a fag," Allan said, kneeling into position between
the actor's legs. "I love to suck dick and eat real cum."

Allan played a pussy boy the following day, replacing at
the last minute a hot looking Italian guy named Tony.
"I'm not a fag," Tony told me while the set was being
arranged. "I'm doin' it for the money."

Tony's hard-on and cock ring sent a different message,
but I wasn't about to argue the point. Some guys don't
like to admit that they're fags. He was going to really
earn his money though, I'd seen the script and I'd seen
the two black men who were going to fuck him. "You've
been fucked before?" I asked. "The two guys who are going
to fuck you in this scene are really big."

"A few times, yeah, but not for a film.  My cousin Guido,
back of his pizza place in Philly. How big?"

I told him and his mouth was still hanging open when he
took his place on the bed. "Spread'em wide," the director
instructed, then turned to me. "Get some KY and prepare
his asshole."

Nobody in gay porn fucks, takes a dick up his ass without
using artificial lubrication to lessen the pain of
initial penetration.  On film it may look as though only
spit, precum or left over cum from an earlier fucking is
being used, but plenty of lube preceded the hard cock
into the tiny asshole.  KY, odorless and tasteless was
the lubrication of choice.

Tony was hairy all over but his asscrack was shaved, so
much for not being a fag, and it looked as though his
cousin Guido's dick had paid more than a few visits.  I
was about to lube his hole when he stopped me.

"What are you using?"

"KY," I answered.

"No, don't."

"No lube?"

"No KY. I'm allergic to the stuff."

"Let's go, let's go," the director shouted. "We got a
fuck scene to shoot.

I explained the reason for the delay and the director,
after looking at Tony's asshole, shook his head and
muttered 'fucking faggot' under his breath.  "Okay,
pussy," he said out loud to Tony. "What do you use when
guys fuck you?"

Tony sat up. "Olive oil."

The director did a double take. "What did you say?"

"Olive oil," Tony repeated. "My cousin Guido uses olive
oil to lube me before he fucks me. It works great. Tastes
great too mixed with cum."

The director's stony look silenced the crew's laughter.
He stood over Tony and hissed, "Would that be extra
virgin olive oil, faggot?"

Nothing was going to stop the laughter now.

"Lettuce and tomato and croutons shoved up your ass too?
We'll make a fucking salad instead of a fuckin' fag film.
Get your sick faggot ass off my set."

Allan replaced a thoroughly humiliated Tony. I gave his
balls and asshole a few brotherly licks for luck, he
didn't need them to firm up his cock. Then lubed him with
KY jelly while he quickly scanned the script.

>FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME.<

Allan's line as the first actor withdrew from his mouth
and mounted him.

>OH, YEAH, FUCK ME, MAN. I NEED A DICK IN ME REAL BAD.<

>PUT IT IN FOR ME, FAGGOT.<

I'd lubed him well and Allan was no virgin, but a beer
can sized cock stretching your sphincter has got to hurt.
The second actor dropped his balls into Allan's mouth so
all that came out was a long ahhhhhhhhhhh as he guided
the huge dick into his ass.

>HOW'S THAT FAG'S PUSSY?<

>HOT AND TIGHT, MAN. LIKE IT WAS MADE FOR A COCK. YOU
WANNA HAVE A GO AT FUCKIN' THE WHITE BITCH?<

>I'LL FUCK THE FAG'S PUSSY MOUTH FOR A WHILE. SWITCH WITH
YOU LATER.<

Allan's head hanging off the end of the bed was at just
the right angle and height for a deep throat face fuck.
He struggled a bit as the incredibly thick shaft pushed
between his lips, the last inch was a challenge. He got
it all though and between the dick in his ass and the
dick in his mouth Allan had over twenty inches of hard
dick in him.

I got to see the first switch off, Allan scrambling from
his back to his hands and knees.

>BLACK DICK IN MY COCKSUCKER MOUTH, BLACK DICK IN MY
PUSSY ASS. I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT. HURRY, PLEASE HURRY.<

And the reinsertions. Allan's cock, dripping precum, was
as hard as I'd ever seen it. Then I got sent to the third
floor to borrow a 12" dildo.

When you spend the day naked around other naked guys it's
easy to forget that you don't have any clothes on. Easy
also to forget that you have an erection. The lesbians on
three had a good laugh at my expense.

"We don't suck dicks here, honey," a big breasted,
leather clad lady said, poking at my hard-on with a whip.
"Just pussy. The dick loving cocksuckers are one flight
up."

I turned red and tried to cover up as best I could. "Yes
ma'am, I know. I work upstairs. I came down to borrow
your 12" dildo."

"You're a fag?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"How nice. I'm Bertha. We're using it at the moment. Come
with me."

I didn't feel like walking naked through all the giggling
lesbians. "Could I wait here?"

Before I knew what was happening, Bertha slapped a pair
of handcuffs around my wrists and tied a leather leash,
cock ring style, around my dick. "Come with me."

I followed her like a lamb, pulled along by my dick.
"Faggot on the set," she bellowed above the peals of
laughter. "Faggot on the set."

Here too, like on my floor, blacks were the stars of the
show. White girls ate black pussy and sucked on black
tits, lesbians having sex without a stiff dick and
swinging balls was boring. It made me glad to be a fag
cocksucker. The dildo I came for was in a white girls
cunt. She was fucking herself while a black girl sat on
her face. Her pussy was dripping and all I could think
about was sucking a cock.

"She'll be done in a minute, honey," Bertha said as the
girl cried out and pinched her nipples. The latex dick,
propelled I guessed by the force of her climax, shot
across the bed. "Suck it, Bertha demanded, bringing the
fake dick to my lips. "Lick it clean. Pussy juice'll make
a nice change from the nasty scum you fags suck from each
other."

I turned my head, repulsed by the smell. "No thank you,
ma'am."

"Suck it clean of pussy juice, cocksucker, or I'll shove
every inch of it up your faggot ass."

The dildo was spotless when I brought it back to the
fourth floor.  "You've been gone a while," Mr. King said
when he saw me. "Bertha's not too fond of fags, she give
you a rough time?  Make you wear those panties?"

I'd forgotten the panties, grabbed from a pile as I fled
the third floor and raced down the stairs to find a cock
to suck. "Not too bad, sir."

I couldn't go into the retail shop naked and the lace,
bikini panties were all I could find to wear. I found an
empty cubical, opened the glory hole and pleaded with the
guy on the other side to let me suck his cock. I needed
a meaty cock and a good helping of thick cum to get the
awful fishy taste of cunt juice out of my mouth.

"A blow job sounds damn good but I ain't got no rubber,"
my health conscious savior advised in a mid-western
accent.

"Put your cock through, anyway. Please. I'll suck it
bare."

"What about the cum? I ain't sick or nothin' but it ain't
safe takin' cum from a stranger."

"In my mouth, mister. I trust you. Please cum in my
mouth."

"You must be one a them crazy New York faggots. The
cocksuckers back home don't eat cum no more."

An uncut seven incher finally came through the hole. No
dick ever looked or felt or tasted so good. In my haste
to get a cock in my mouth I'd left the cubical door wide
open. I heard them talking, three guys in NYU T-shirts,
and gave them a live demonstration of an eager, cum
eating cocksucker at work.

The college boys were impressed with my oral skills and
horny. I returned to work on the fourth floor with not
one, but four well-sucked cocks behind me and four loads
of cum in my belly.

I'd missed the conclusion of Allan's pussy boy scene.
Everybody on the set said he did great and Mr. King
summed it up by saying: "What the porn industry needs is
more faggots like your brother."

Those were happy days for Allan and I, but, much like a
blow job from a faggot cocksucker, all good things end
too quickly.  Mr. King got an offer he couldn't refuse so
he sold the old building to a real estate developer and
moved the company to LA.  Allan decided to accept Mr.
King's offer and make the move too.

I went back to hustling on the street and back to school,
eager to join my fag brother Allan in LA when I turned
eighteen. Like Mr. King said: 'What the porn industry
needs is more faggots.'

When the great day finally arrived I kissed my mother
goodbye and hitched my way across the country. Truck
drivers, I discovered, appreciate a blow job to help pass
the time. I didn't call Allan to let him know I was
coming because I wanted to surprise him.  I didn't call
Mr. King either because I was confident that he could use
one more faggot.

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