M y name is Bill, and I'm a Personal Cocksucker to Brad. I capitalize it because I'm not just some guy who loves to suck cock. I do love it, but it's much more than that. It’s actually a contractual relationship whereby I am committed to one man to suck whenever he needs me to. I am free, in fact expected, to suck others, but I always give priority to Brad. In that sense it is almost a profession – but a profession in which I am paid with cum, which I get nearly every day.

It all started when I was eleven. Brad was my next door neighbor and four years older than me. Usually guys his age didn't want younger kids hanging around, but Brad was different. He let me hang out with him and his friends, treating me kind of like a little brother. We went hiking and fishing together, and he taught me a lot of things.

I often went over to Brads unannounced, which usually wasn't a problem, but one day I interrupted him jacking-off. I was too young to cum at the time but knew about jacking-off from some of the porn I'd seen online. I knew it was a really personal thing I'd walked in on, and immediately apologized, but asked if I could stay and watch.

Brad, being such a good guy, agreed and I watched as he stroked his cock. I'd never seen another guy's cock in real life, drew closer for a better look. "It's so big!" I said.

Brad smiled and said, "Soon you'll be starting puberty, and you'll get a lot bigger too. You want to hold it? Go ahead, it's okay."

I cautiously reached out and took Brad's cock in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around it and found they could barely reach around it. I gently squeezed and stroked him as I'd seen in porn. I really liked the way it felt as he hardened in my hand. He told me to do it a little faster and soon he said he was ready to cum. I knew that was the whole point of jacking-off and was eager to see his cock erupt. This was so much better than watching porn!

Then Brad said to open my mouth and catch his cum. I trusted Brad completely, so without any hesitation I opened my mouth and brought it to his cock as he shot his load in. Most of it went into my mouth, but some landed on my face. It tasted really strong – unlike anything else I'd ever had. It wasn't what I would call a good taste, but it wasn't bad either – just completely different.

I'd seen plenty of blowjobs on porn, and knew I was supposed to swallow. When I did, I was surprised that I got a very distinctive aftertaste – kind of a reminder of what I'd just done. I never planned to suck cock, but was kind of curious about it, and glad I tried it.

Then Brad surprised me when he said, "I'm so sorry Bill – I didn't mean for that to happen – I just got carried away."

"Me to," I agreed, "I've seen it on porn, but now I know exactly what it's like."

"You mean you liked it?" he asked with surprise.

"Yes, but I suppose it would have been better if I sucked you off instead of a handjob."

"Well you can suck me any time!" Brad declared.

"How about now?" I asked.

"I just came, so I won't be hard," he cautioned me.

"That's okay," I said, "I just want to see what it feels like in my mouth."

Brad consented, and I took his soft cock into my mouth and began to explore it's contours with my tongue. I was amazed at how good it felt in my mouth – like it really belonged there!

"Go easy on me," Brad requested, "I'm still pretty sensitive."

I stopped moving my tongue around and just held him in my mouth. It was a completely new experience, but I loved every moment of it. After a while Brad began to harden and told me I could move my tongue around. He directed me to give special attention to the underside of the head. Brad must have been in my mouth for nearly half an hour, but after another ten minutes I felt his cock pulse and he began to unload in my mouth. Like before, it was strong tasting, but this time it tasted better. I thought it must have been because it was his second load, but I was actually learning to love the taste.

"That was amazing, Bill!" he said, "I never dreamed that anything like this would ever happen."

"I'd love to do more of it," I said, "Would that be okay?"

"More than okay!" said Brad, "You can suck me as much as you want."

"How about three times a day?" I asked.

Brad smiled broadly and replied, "I'm not sure I could do that, but every day for sure."

That was the start of it. As always, I really appreciated Brad teaching me new things, and I was always eager to learn. I sucked Brad at least twice a day for the next two weeks. One Sunday I sucked him off five times and he said his balls really hurt after the last time. Brad was a wonderful friend, and I didn't want him hurting, so after that I didn't press him when he said he'd had enough.

Brad and I had been close for years but sucking him made us even closer. I didn't exactly understand why, but it probably had something to do with sucking being so taboo. We both knew it wasn't something socially acceptable, so it was just our secret – at least for now, but that was about to change.

One day Brad handed me a paper he printed off from online. It was headed "Personal Cocksucker Agreement."

"Is this for real?" I asked.

"I don't know," Brad replied, "I just discovered it, but it sounds like it could be pretty good. Read it over and see what you think."

I read it with interest. It was two pages long and had a lot of parts to it. Basically it was a legal agreement between two guys where one agrees to be the Personal Cocksucker of the other. I was kind of that to Brad already, but this contract had a lot more detail, which I found intriguing.

After finishing I looked up at Brad and asked, "Do you want me to be your Personal Cocksucker?"

"In many ways you already are, but if you like the agreement, we could certainly make it happen," he said.

"There is a lot more to it," I said, "I like it, but not sure about some of the details."

"If you like we can sign it and then explore those details," Brad said, "If you'll trust me enough to sign it before you understand it fully, I promise to be fair with you – it can be a great adventure!"

I agreed and we both signed it. We consummated the agreement with a blowjob, and I was now Brad's Personal Cocksucker. We agreed to focus on one paragraph a day. We would read and discuss it, and then I'd blow Brad to confirm my agreement.

The next day Brad read the first paragraph of the agreement to me:

This agreement, made between Brad (the feeder) and Bill (the sucker), is to formalize the creation of a Personal Cocksucker relationship. Effective immediately, the sucker agrees to be the Personal Cocksucker of the feeder, and hereby agrees to all the provisions of this agreement.


"Nothing new here," Brad commented, "Just stuff we already know."

"Let's go to the next paragraph," I said.

Brad read:

Priority. The sucker will give priority to the feeder over others, and agrees to suck the feeder at any time or any place they are able to meet, regardless of who else might be present. The feeder reserves the right to arrange for such audiences as he may choose to observe the sucker in action, subject to the Security section.


"Well that's an easy one," I said, "You're the only one I'm sucking, so naturally you are my ONLY priority."

"That may be clearer when we get the Professional Development paragraph – you need to improve your skills by sucking many others, so you'll be busy. This paragraph is there to make sure I have you when needed."

"No problem there," I agreed. Brad said we can deal with other paragraphs later and took out his cock. That was all I needed to be on my knees sucking him. I loved this and being contractually tied to Brad would make it even better.

Every night I jacked-off replaying in my mind the blowjob I just gave Brad. I felt a real sense of pride being his Personal Cocksucker – it wasn't just a casual blowjob, it was a serious commitment!

The next paragraph Brad read was:

Recording. The feeder may at any time take pictures or videos of the sucker in action. Such pictures or videos will be legally owned by the feeder and may be freely shown to others or posted on secure websites.


"Wait a minute," I said, "I thought this was just between you and I – why is there any reason to record any of this?"

"I thought that at first," Brad confessed, "But the more I think about it, the more I see it as a matter of trust."

"In our relationship," Brad continued, "We must have a high degree of trust. I am trusting you with one of the most prized parts of my body, putting it in your mouth which always has the possibility of ending badly. In return you must trust me to keep you and your secret safe."

"Hmmm. I never thought of it that way," I agreed, "I trust you completely, so if you want to record what I do, I'm fine with that."

"Then let's do it," he said, taking out his cock. He stood up and I knelt before him. As I sucked him to full erection he said, "Look up here." As I did he snapped a picture with his phone. He continued to snap pictures as I sucked him.

"I'm getting close," he said, as he switched to video, "I'm gonna pull out and you open your mouth so I can shoot into it."

He pulled out and shot a video of him squirting into my mouth, with the last squirt landing on my face. He switched back to picture mode and took a closeup of my face, dripping with his cum. "I'll send you an email later today so you can check it out," Brad promised.

That evening I checked my email and viewed the pics and vids Brad made of me. I felt a little intimidated, knowing that undeniable evidence of my cocksucking was right before my eyes. If they ever got into the wrong hands, I'd be toast! Even though I felt a little apprehension about such things existing, I was rock hard, and soon stroked enthusiastically. After I came, I thought more about the evidence. I trusted Brad completely, and that actually made me want him to have even more compelling pictures of me in action.

I emailed Brad back, thanking him and telling him that because I trust him, I want to make even more kinky pictures. Brad replied that he had something special in mind for me tomorrow.

All day at school the next day I thought about what sort of surprise Brad would have for me. I was hard even before I arrived at Brad's. He said today we would be acting on the next paragraph:

Assignment. The feeder may direct the sucker to suck others, which will be legally binding on the sucker. If pictures or videos are taken, the sucker shall obtain copies and forward to the feeder. The assignments may be made in person, by telephone, text or email. The feeder may give the sucker's contact information to others. If so, the sucker is required to suck those referred when contacted by them, provided that they stipulate that the referral was made by the feeder.


"But I thought I was YOUR cocksucker," I objected, "I never planned on you transferring my obligation to others."

"Not a transfer," Brad explained, "More like a loan – I'll be loaning you out to suck others. I want to be able to order you to suck anyone, and have you comply without question – can I count on you for that?"

Put that way, it sounded fine, so I quickly agreed. Brad told me to get undressed while he picked up his phone and typed something on the screen. He had a guy lined up for me to suck. In a few minutes the doorbell rang, and Brad told me to answer it.

"Like this?" I asked, not expecting to greet someone stark naked.

"Of course," Brad confirmed, "We'll cover that in a future paragraph, but it's what I really want you to do – it will make you better."

Nervously I went to the front door and opened it, not sure how this was going to work. I opened the door to see Mike, a guy who lived across the street from me. I felt embarrassed to expose myself like this but went along with it to please Brad.

"Kind of shy about nudity?" Mike asked, seeing me blush beet red.

"I'm new to this," I said, ashamed to make eye contact.

"No problem," Mike said, "You have to start somewhere." I was starting alright – in a way few other guys have.

We walked to Brad's bedroom where he had now set up a video camera on a tripod. "This will do a much better job of capturing the detail," Brad said and pointed to a place on the floor where he had put down a pillow, and told me to kneel there. I did, and he adjusted the camera accordingly. He told Mike to come stand in front of me, but not to get his cock out yet. Brad started recording when Mike was in place, and told me to stroke myself to erection. I was fully hard in less than a minute and Brad told me to unzip Mike and take out his cock, which I did. He told me to kiss the head and lick it, while continuing to stroke.

I did so, and Brad then told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I did, and Mike rested his cock head on my tongue. Brad told me to finish stroking, and cum in my hand. It only took a few seconds for me to cum leaving a puddle of my seed in my hand.

"Now look right at the camera and lick it up," Brad ordered. I sure was glad I could trust Brad – this was really kinky evidence!

After I swallowed all my cum, Brad told me to suck Mike. I wasn't really in the mood for it, since I'd just cum, but knew it was my responsibility to do it. It was very different from all the other blowjobs I'd given. I'd always been aroused and was in a bit of a fog as I sucked. Now I was completely clear headed and could fully comprehend what I was doing. As I sucked, I thought about how no straight guy would ever do such a thing, and anyone who saw the video would know for sure I was gay. The thing is, I'm not at all attracted to guys – I just like sucking cock! Is there any such thing as a straight cocksucker? That sounded kind of far-fetched – nobody who knew what I did would ever think me to be straight!

In a way, sucking after I came was even better than ever – the entire experience was so much more vivid for me. It really made me feel like a cocksucker – not lost in arousal I thought about how taboo this all was and loved every moment of it. "I'm nearly there," said Mike, and Brad said to me, "Just like yesterday."

When Mike pulled out I held my mouth open as he squirted his load in. He tasted strong, but a little different that Brad, but it still had the distinctive taste of cum. Like yesterday, his last shot went on my face, from my forehead, down across my nose and cheek. Brad zoomed in and I turned to face the camera, wanting every detail captured.

Brad zoomed back out as Mike stepped back and zipped up. Brad left the video recording as he stepped up to me. I wasn't accustomed to having to unzip Brad, but knew it made me look more eager, and I was glad to perform for the camera. Soon I was sucking him as well, as Mike watched. It didn't take long for him to cum in my open mouth, and once again squirting on my face.

Watching this thoroughly aroused Mike to the point where he was ready to go again, and soon I was sucking him once again. Squirting in my open mouth and finishing with a facial I was glad to be naked, since the cum ran down my face and on to my chest. Mike thanked Brad for my service – there was no need to thank me, since I was doing it at Brads direction.

Brad played back the video, which left absolutely nothing out – there was no doubt at all that I loved cocksucking! Mike said there could hardly be any act gayer than jacking-off with a cock in my mouth – especially licking up my own cum.

Brad had me remain while the cum dried on my face – he wanted me to wear it home, which made me nervous. Brad said that he was going to post my pics and vids online. He got an account on Fetlife, and told me to get one as well. I was to use the name, "Brads_Sucker". He said he would send me a link by email.

When I got home I snuck inside, hoping nobody would see me with all the dried cum on my face. My mom was in the kitchen, and I avoided her, but my sister Liz saw me in the hallway and asked what was on my face. "Nothing," was my reply, but she smiled with a devilish look on her face – I hoped she had no idea what I'd been up to.

I should have gone into the bathroom to wash my face, but just wanted to get away from Liz. When I got to my room I checked my email and logged onto Fetlife. Brad told me to look for him under the name "Big_Brad". I did, finding that he posted only a pic of his hard cock, which I recognized immediately. I looked at the pictures section and the videos and sure enough, all of my kinky work was clearly displayed. It was so arousing I just had to jack-off immediately. I came strongly and quickly, but then had a sobering realization: with this posted on the internet, anyone could see what I've done and my secret would be exposed to everyone!

I emailed Brad back and asked him to take the pictures down, but he said it wasn't my choice, and we would talk about it tomorrow. The thought of my pictures being seen by all weighed heavily on my mind, the entire next day. As much as I liked sucking cock, and begin contracted as Brad's Personal Cocksucker, it sickened me to think about being exposed to the world. I thought about Liz seeing the cum on my face, and hoped she had no idea what it was.

When I arrived at Brad's house, he told me to strip down, which I did without protest. I was gradually getting over my shyness about nudity. We talked about the pictures posted on Fetlife and Brad asked, "How would you feel about your mother seeing the pictures?"

"That would be a disaster!" I said, "Worse yet if my dad saw them – he'd skin me alive!"

Brad agreed that it would be bad if any of my friends and family saw them and assured me that only Fetlife members would have access to see them. "Do you think your family is on Fetlife?" Brad asked.

"No way!" I replied, and immediately realized that my fears were unfounded. Brad explained that since only Fetlife members could see the pictures, I might get some cocks to suck if they contacted me, and told me to be sure to welcome them into my mouth. I quickly agreed.

"Now let’s get to the next paragraph," said Brad, and he read:

Professionalism. The sucker is expected to develop his skills for the benefit of the feeder. As such, he is expected to suck others regularly, and maintain a Professional Development Log of such, to be shared with the feeder upon request. However, this must not interfere with the requirements of the Priority section. The sucker will swallow all loads unless directed to do otherwise. Any semen splashed on the face or body must be allowed to dry in place unless directed otherwise.


"You have already got some additional practice from sucking Mike, and I want you to suck him anytime he asks," said Brad, "But I want you to go out and find more guys to suck, and I'll help you figure out how to do so."

Brad told me to do a Google search on "blowjob tutorial", "blowjob lessons" and other related terms to find article that instruct in blowjob techniques. I was to learn and practice new suck skills as part of my professional development and use them on as many guys as I could suck. I was to create a Cocksucker Journal, in which I maintained a list of the names and dates of all blowjobs, along with any other notes, especially my personal reflections on what I'd done.

Brad advised me to go to the local shopping mall and hang out in the men's room, offering blowjob to guys who come in. He also suggested that I try to suck college guys. We lived in a college town, and if I walked down "Fraternity Row", a road where most of the fraternity houses were, I'd probably find some takers. These opportunities were both exciting and frightening, but they became part of my jack-off fantasies and I quickly warmed up to the ideas and resolved to put them into action.

The next paragraph was:

Modesty. The sucker is not entitled to modesty of any kind, and may be required by the feeder to be naked before others, which the sucker will do without protest. Anything the sucker may be required to do for or with the feeder may also be required to do before an audience. The sucker may be required to make himself available for examination by others as directed by the feeder. This may include touching, fondling and probing. The sucker may be required to jack-off while others observe. He will do so to the best of his ability and utilize his semen as directed. The sucker's anus may be expanded with a speculum or similar instrument, or with anal dilators or other safe devices, inserted carefully, and with sufficient lube. The sucker may be receive anal intercourse using a condom if the feeder agrees. The sucker may be required to suck the load out of the condom.


Brad told me that I had already got a taste of it by anwering the door for Mike naked, but there would be times where I would be naked in public, sometime when I least expect it. Like so many other aspects of being a Personal Cocksucker, it excited me while also making me nervous.

For the most part, I had nothing to be nervous about – it was all amazingly enjoyable, until one day I got home and Liz confronted me. "I thought you had dried cum on your face the other day," she said, "But now I know for sure!

I decided to try to bluff my way out of it and said, "You're full of it!" hoping she would drop it.

"I think you are the one full of it," she said, "Full of cum – I saw your pics on Fetlife."

My heart sank – I had no idea that she was on Fetlife – what would she be doing there? Well it turned out that she had a kinky side as well – facesitting. She showed me her Fetlife page and it said she was looking for guys to facesit while they rimmed her.

"Do you actually get guys to do that from Fetlife?" I asked her.

"None from Fetlife," she confessed, "But once a guy I dated did it, I knew I wanted more, so if a guy wants to get very far with me, they have to do it."

"You get many who do?" I asked.

Liz sighed and said, "Sadly no – a lot of guys love to kiss my buns, but that's about as far as most want to go, but I'll bet I can get you to give me all I want!"

"I don't know if I'd like that," I said.

"You don't have to like it," Liz assured me, "You just have to do it, and I got a feeling you will, so mom and dad don't have to see what you've been up to!" My heart sank – I had no interest in kissing her ass, but if that's what it took for her to keep my secret, I suppose I would have to.

"Don't worry," she continued, "I'm nice and clean."

"Okay, so maybe I'll do it," I said, "What do you get out of it – do you cum from that?"

"Oh I cum alright!" she confirmed, "Sometimes three times or more – but not from the licking – that just turns me on – I finger myself off, which feels really great with a tongue inside me."

"Inside you?" I asked in horror, "I thought I'd just have to kiss your hole."

"Think of it as French kissing me there," she said, "In time you'll grow to like it and cum as well."

"I don't think I'd cum from sticking my tongue in you," I protested.

"No, but I'll bet I can make you cum," she claimed, "But not until I've cum all I want."

"I just don't know," I said.

"Then let's find out," Liz responded, "Mom and Dad won't be home for more than an hour – take off your clothes and lay on your back on my bed."

I remembered the paragraph about my not being entitled to modesty, and now it was being strained further – being naked in front of a girl – especially my sister! But I did it and lay on her bed. I wasn't hard – I was actually kind of turned off by the very thought of my mouth on her ass.

As I lay there, Liz came in completely naked, and I stared at her seductive form. Her breasts were quite ample for a girl her age, but when she turned and showed me her ass, my interest mounted. Even though I had no interest in sticking my tongue in her poop chute, I was quite ready to kiss those lovely cheeks.

Liz climbed on the bed and knelt next to me, taking my cock in her hands. I responded immediately and began to harden. As my arousal mounted, but clear thinking diminished and I found myself looking forward to kissing her lovely cheeks. Liz put a leg over me as she turned, so she was facing my feet, and brought her ass down to my face. I gladly kissed her cheeks as she presented them to me, moving back and forth, inviting me to kiss one cheek, then the other, all the while squeezing my cock in her hand.

Then she stopped with her crack over my mouth and said, "Time for a little tongue." I timidly extended my tongue into her crack. To my delight there was no unpleasant odor – just the faint aroma of soap and perfume. It was warm between her cheeks, and I extended my tongue as far as it would go, coming nowhere near her hole. Then she spread her cheeks and brought her hole right to my lips, making me kiss her ass in a very literal sense! I extended my tongue and licked her, finding nothing at all objectionable. Next, I timidly pressed my tongue into her. I could feel and hear her fingering herself, moaning loadly and pressing against my mouth.

I'm not sure how long we did it, but it seemed to go pretty fast. She held onto my cock the entire time, but once she was done she stroked me faster until I shot my load into the air, landing on my belly. Then she got off me and said, "Let me watch you wipe the cum off and eat it," she said.

Now that I'd cum, I was pretty self-conscious about doing that, but since we had just finished a facesitting session, there was no reason to be shy about it. Liz smiled while watching me eat my own cum.

"Well," Liz asked, "What do you think?"

"It was better than I expected," I responded, "A lot better! You were really good at making me cum."

"Then you don't mind doing it again?" she asked.

"I'll kiss your ass every day if you like," I assured her.

"Okay, now tell me one thing completely honestly," she said, "Which do you like better – ass kissing or cocksucking?"

"Before today I'd say cocksucking," I answered, "And it probably still is, but I'm really warming up to kissing your ass!"

Liz smiled and said, "I think our relationship is improving greatly." I couldn't agree more – an hour ago she was a mean sister, ready to blackmail me about the pictures, but now we share a kink as taboo as cocksucking!

I continued to blow Brad every day, as well as anyone he directed me to, but I also kissed my sister's ass about once a week. I would have done it more often, but her sex drive wasn't strong enough.

Then one day she had a truly indecent proposal, "I've started dating Travis, and he wants a blowjob, but I have an idea to run past you."

This immediately caught my interest and I asked Liz to continue.

"I was thinking to offer him a blowjob in return for kissing my ass," she said, "Only you would be the one blowing him."

"But he'll be able to figure out you aren't sucking him," I countered.

"He will know that up front," she explained, "I'll tell him that I have a friend who loves to suck, but needs to keep it secret, so once I'm sitting on his face, you cum suck him, but go slow until I tell you to make him cum – okay?"

"That sounds great!" I agreed, "But I'm not so sure I can keep him from cumming. Every other time I sucked I was trying to make the guy cum."

"You’ll just have to figure that out," she offered, “It should make you a better cocksucker.”

I agreed to try it, and the next day I waited quietly in my room while Liz and Travis began to make out and remove their clothes. I peeked into Liz's room and saw that she was firmly seated on his face, and she waved me in. I quietly approached, imagining myself to be a Ninja cocksucker. I took his cock in my mouth and he must have started licking more eagerly, because Liz told him he was doing well – and to keep it up. I enjoyed just having him in my mouth, and gently ran my tongue around his cock, not wanting him to cum prematurely.

After a lot of moaning Liz told me to finish him off, and I began to suck with a lot of vigor, and soon he rewarded my efforts. I held him in my mouth until he stopped pumping, and then withdrew and swallowed. I left the room as silently as I'd entered, remaining quietly in my room, where I began to stroke.

After Travis left, Liz came to my room, still naked, while I was still stroking.

"That was so hot watching you blow Travis," she said, "Can I help you jack-off?"

"Sure," I quickly agreed, and followed Liz back into her room, where she had me kneel on the bed with my knees apart, allowing her to slip her hand between my legs. She lubed up a couple of fingers and slipped on in my ass as I stroked. She noticed that I liked it and commented, "I'll bet you've had more than fingers in your ass."

Then she slipped in a second finger and pressed in as far as she could and began to wiggle her fingers back and forth quickly. That really got me going, and soon I shot my load into my hand, and brought it to my mouth. Liz smiled as she watched me lick up my own cum.

Sucking Travis helped me to learn the art of "edging" – bringing a guy to the brink of cumming and then backing off. That wasn't needed for Brad, who usually wanted to cum right away, but he said it was an important part of my professional development – something every cocksucker should know. As soon as Travis would leave, I would return to Liz's bedroom and kneel on her bed naked, so she could finger my ass while I jacked off. Each time she did, she seemed to go further – inserting three fingers, then four, then her whole hand! Thankfully her hand was small – I don't know if I could handle being fisted by someone with larger hands. Sometimes I would still kiss her ass and she would jack me off as I did.

Over the years relationships change, but Liz insisted that she would not go steady with any guy who wouldn't kiss her ass. Of course, that included my blowing them. What she didn't know was that after she would break up with a guy I would text him anonymously and offer a blowjob. It always surprised them when they discovered who I was because they had falsely imagined their sucker to be a girl. They all thought it was pretty neat to be blown by the brother of their ex-girlfriend. In this way I eventually had six guys in addition to Brad who I sucked regularly, as well as a couple of men I met at the shopping mall men's room.

Now I'm nearly thirty and continue to suck Brad – I consider my commitment to him to be for a lifetime. But in addition, I suck five long-time "regulars" – I gained a few and lost a few when they moved away. Liz is now married and she has me suck her husband when she is on her period – that way he doesn't go chasing after other women. Sometimes when he is at work, she invites me over for some ass kissing and fisting, which is pretty special to me. I date women from time to time, but it's difficult to find women who like their ass kissed as much as I like doing it. Some want me to lick their pussy, but I'd much rather kiss their ass!

Brad began dating women, and as soon as a relationship began to look serious, he would introduce me as his Personal Cocksucker – he wanted to be open about it and make it clear that my continuing to suck him was part of the arrangement. He ultimately married, and I visit them as often as Brad needs it. His wife likes to watch and finger herself as I suck.

Most cocksuckers just "free-lance", sucking guys nearly at random, as the opportunity presents itself. I really love being on contract as a Personal Cocksucker, along with having a reliable group of regulars so I can swallow cum every day! It's not for everyone, but a perfect arrangement for me!

I didn't describe all the other paragraphs of the contract, such as Security, Representation, Limits and Term (for life), and I won't go into them here. Suffice it to say, I am really proud to be Brad's Personal Cocksucker, and would certainly recommend it to anyone who desires a strong personal bond and daily cum to swallow.

Authors note: A full version of the Personal Cocksucker Agreement is available on request.

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)