An actor once said that he was a drunkard by nationality. Well, I am a cock whore and cum slut by nationality. “I pledge my allegiance to the cock…” I was born to suck cock and I am proud of it. I can’t get enough of a man’s cock in my mouth at any given time. Day or night, I love to take a throbbing, pulsating, rock hard, vein bulging, thick, cum dripping cock down my throat.
I love the way a cock shoots its hot and gooey semen down my throat and into my stomach to fill it up. The warm sensation that makes my stomach feel all warm and fuzzy inside is enough to make me want to search out another cock to suck, right after I had just sucked one.
Being a slave to cock sucking and cocks, makes me naturally a submissive gay man. I have always been submissive since I could remember and homosexual even longer. I’m twenty-four years old now, but I have been sucking cock since my high school years. I attended an all-boys school and learned my best cock sucking skills from there.
I felt myself at an early age knowing that it was going to be cock for the rest of my life. I will be sucking cock until I am lying on my death breath and even then, I will take out my dentures and suck off my attending male nurse, even if it means my last breath leaving my body.
As I said before, I am twenty-four years old, I live in Hillcrest, a gay community in San Diego, California where I bartend at a local gay bar there. My name is Johnny and I grew up here. I know the ins and outs of this community better than I know myself. It comes in handy too being a bartender and since we do have a lot of visitors from other cities come here. In fact, they are my best cock sucks. “Would you like a drink and a cock suck?” Well, I never ask them that, but if you look deep enough into my eyes and my wicked smile, you could read between the lines.
I don’t have a boyfriend, at least not for the past couple of years. I didn’t like being restricted to just sucking one cock, day after day. I like a variety. Big, small, thick, thin, black, white, yellow, tanned, etc… I love a smorgasbord of cock and being single and a bartender at a gay bar affords me that luxury and lifestyle that I have grown accustomed to.
The night Dale entered the bar and sat down in front of me and ordered a drink was the night my life would change forever. It was a cool summer night that San Diego is famous for. There was a nice offshore breeze and the night beginning in a beautiful orange and pink sunset with swirls of light blue from the sky. One of those nights you would see in a tourist video to get people to come and visit this wonderful city.
“Dirty martini please.” Dale ordered as he sat down. Dale looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties, but in actuality he was in his mid-forties. He kept himself looking really good. He was 6’4”, tan, muscular, medium length black wavy hair that hung very sexily in his eyes, which were a sparkling green color. His square jaw line suggested that maybe he had some Native American heritage in him. He was clean shaved with no facial hair and skin that looked to be so soft, that I immediately wanted to reach out and stroke his face.
Dale was an Adonis. Plain and simple.
When he went to reach for his martini that I had made for him, his hands were huge! Of course I immediately began to wonder if his cock was just as big as his hands were. I could feel my own cock getting hard and I was beginning to salivate a little.
“So, little pup, what’s there to do for fun around here?” I noticed for the first time that he had a southern accent. His voice was rough, deep and sexy and the fact that he called me his little pup was such a turn on.
“There is a lot to do. It all depends on what you like and what you are into.” I said grinning. I was secretly hoping that he was into young gay men, twenty-four years old, slim and who loved to suck cock.
“Well, I’m looking for some action. You know of any?” He asked as he looked straight at me.
“Well, I am always up for some fun.” I said, hoping I was what he was looking for. “Maybe I can show you around.” I added.
“I suppose you will do.” He said with a straight look on his face. I was hoping that was all that was straight for him, if you know what I mean. He then took out a pen and wrote on a cocktail napkin the name, address and room number of the hotel he was staying at and handed it to me. “Tonight, after you are off of work, meet me there.” He said as he finished his drink and left.
As he walked away from the bar, he had a swagger that reminded me of John Wayne. Southern accent with a John Wayne walk… oh my, I had me a full-blown stud cowboy on my hands and he was at least bi-sexual, because he wanted me.
My cock was hard the rest of the night until my shift was over. Once my shift ended, I couldn’t hurry fast enough to take a cab over to his hotel room. I kept wondering to myself how big of a cock he had.
I wondered what he was into. Bondage, spanking, anal, gang bang, throat fucking? Oh god, how I wished he was into throat fucking.
It was pretty quiet around town that night, since it was a Thursday night. The tourists were coming in and settling in and resting for the weekend, as well as the locals. Everyone still had to work on Friday, so it was yet time to kick up their heels just yet.
I arrived at the hotel and parked my car. I took the elevator to the 26th floor where his room was. Room 2620, it was on the top floor, which meant it was probably one of the penthouses in the hotel. Sure enough it was. When I approached the double doors, right there on the door on the plaque it read, “Penthouse Suite”. I sure as hell hoped he was in there and this wasn’t some sort of joke or something.
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