Dark Alley Punk

OK, so I’ll tell you how I came to suck off this young guy in a dark alley — what he was like. But first, just so you know where I’m coming from, telling you all this, you need to know about me, and my history of cock sucking.

All my life I’ve lived on the west side of midtown Manhattan, west of Broadway. I knew from early on that I’m a queer, attracted only to men and not the least bit to women. I didn’t try to pretend otherwise, except when I needed to escape getting my ass whipped by homophobes. But that was a long, long time ago. Today, as a 64-year old fag queen, I have been sucking dicks on a steady basis since I began at 14, and got into it on a concentrated basis when I turned 21 and could go into bars, clubs, and video arcades. In all that time I have sucked — just being honest, not bragging — literally thousands of penises, tens of thousands, actually, and have swallowed almost all the cum they shot into my pussy mouth.

Early on I tried being selective, going after macho muscle guys. But in
time most guys seemed like reasonable suckees. Needless to say, the less
selective one is, the more cocks you can suck. In fact, the more I sucked
the more I was willing to suck and the more I wanted to be sucking. Living
alone as I always have, I was free to pursue my passion without restriction
when I did not have to be earning a modest living. I got so good at
spotting who was horny and at thinking of ways to get guys that didn’t cost
me any money that most days I have been able to get about three guys to
open their fly for me. And I don’t look for repeats, although I don’t
reject them either. Mostly they are just a bonus.

Every cock I suck I describe in full in my journal. I fill a whole journal
most months and have been keeping them since I turned 21. I have filled
close to 500 volumes, so you’d think I have my room lined with them. But I
don’t have time to read them, what with my time being taken up with finding
guys to suck and writing about them I never look back. So, actually every
year or so a guy from the Kinsey Institute in Bloomington, Indiana comes
by, I give him a blow job and he carries away a carton of my journals.
They’re filling several shelves of their library with my tomes. A unique
record, they call it, of one man’s obsession. I wonder what they’ll ever do
with that stuff. Maybe some graduate student jacks off reading them.

Well, anyway, I was telling you how I get to suck so many dicks. Living on
the rough edge of midtown don’t hurt, so just wandering the streets or
going into video arcades, I can find horny guys — even on Thanksgiving,
Christmas, New Year’s, and the Fourth of July. In cold weather I haunt Penn
Station men’s rooms. I’m a sucker (heh, heh) for uniforms of any kind –
soldiers, sailors, policemen, firemen, UPS delivery guys. UPS guys, now
there’s a source! The guy who hires them must ask only if they’re horny and
what size dick they got. You never find one with less than 7″; most have
more. And they’re almost never too busy. That’s why their vans clog up the
curbs. But I digress.

You see, I’ve pretty much devoted my life to giving pleasure to anonymous
men by sucking their cocks — not that I avoid getting fucked, if that’s an
option. In all this time I got used to doing guys who’re sweaty or who
haven’t washed. In time you not only can put up with that kind of smell
without gagging but it even becomes kind of a turn-on. So dirty clothes,
facial stubble, and cheesy dicks don’t put me off. Even rimming their
assholes is not a problem.

So when I ran into this hairy young guy on West 41st I could tell he was
horny and I suspected, after long experience, that he would have a much
better than average dick. And let me tell you, sucking whatever comes along
don’t mean I’m not a size queen, because I definitely am. I could see he
hadn’t shaved for about two days, so that probably meant he hadn’t showered
either. And since he seemed to be hairy I knew there would be odor issues.
But I approached him anyway, and he agreed at once and we went into the
nearest alley — one I know well, with a couple of good dark corners out of
view from the street — and I knelt down straightaway.

He opened his fly and let down his pants below his crotch. Let me tell you
I was fucking dazzled by that long shaft dangling before my eyes. But the
foreskin — ah, that fabulous foreskin was what gave me a shock of delight.
Uncut is always my favorite for several reasons of aroma, taste, and sheer
maleness. But a tight foreskin from which the head must press out is the
most enticing. As soon as I saw it I knew I had to get my tongue inside it.

As I leaned forward to lick, the ripe musk of his crotch nearly bowled me
over, not to mention the heady fertile smell of his cock head. But, as I
say, that just turns me on. So I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the
bit of exposed head and then up and down the shaft. Then I tried to get my
tongue inside the tight ‘skin and that was when I discovered that it was
covering a layer of creamy cheese. Never mind, I got to it and discreetly
spat it into my hand as I sucked on the now-exposed head. While I was doing
that, he lifted his hands to put them on the back of my head and it was
then that I got a whiff from those hairy pits. All that just reminds me of
what separates men from women.

Taking his cock into my mouth I began to suck in earnest, but even when it
was at the back of my mouth only about half had disappeared between my
lips. This one, I realized, was going to be a challenge. I learned to
deep-throat cocks many years ago. But friends, in full erection this kid’s
dick is about 11 inches long and thick. He may be young but he knows all
about face fucking and, with his hands pressing on the back of my head, he
thrust his crotch forward so that his monster snake began to slide into my
throat. Controlling the gag reflex is one thing, but having a thick cock go
several inches down your throat is another. It’s as if the thickness is
totally filling the space in your throat. And he was not shy about
thrusting it in. Hey, I can understand that with an old fag queen kneeling
before him he should feel somewhat sadistic. And frankly, I love it when a
man wants to shame and hurt me: hell, it’s only natural. But I’m telling
you that I have had only a few cocks this long in my throat and it was all
I could do to cope. I must say I appreciated his pulling back when he was
ready to cum, because I hate to miss the taste of man juice in my mouth.
His was really strong-tasting stuff — god knows what the little fucker had
been eating and drinking. But it was amazing to see how much he came, more
than is rightly natural. I was glad enough to swill his cum all day, but it
was beyond anything I’ve seen before how much he squirted into my pussy
mouth. He kept his cock in my mouth even after it softened and his hands
also on the back of my head. It was then that I recognized he had something
else in mind.

You’re right. The little fucker started pissing in my mouth. When I gagged
and coughed he pulled it out and pissed all over my face and then all over
my upper body. My shirt was soaked. When he finished he quickly turned
around, dropped his pants more and planted his ass square over my face. I
like to rim a guy but I do like to hope he has at least wiped his ass
well. You know already that his hygiene isn’t much, so you won’t be
surprised to learn that his asshole was very fragrant indeed. But I grabbed
his hips and stuck my tongue where he wanted it and he groaned with
delight. Well why else does one devote a whole lifetime to degrading sex?

I could go on and on, but you got the idea of what happened. I must say I
have sucked off many manlier guys, but he was one sexy little dude and I
really did lick him off.