This is a semi-autobiographical story, taking place in the middle 1970's. I hope readers find it as exciting as I did to write it. Please respond with comments.


I was driving home one night long ago, and decided to stop in a magazine store that was open late to buy a Penthouse magazine. The girlie magazines were in the back of the store, and while browsing, I discovered a "nudist" magazine. Excited by the prospect of full frontal nudity, I picked it up, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and flipped through the pages.

It was full of women in expected playful poses, but there were also naked men! I never really thought about, or even had a good look at another mans cock before. To my surprise I found myself staring at them. I couldn’t believe how excited I got looking at them. It was closing time by now and the large and friendly man behind the counter politely asked if there was anything I would like to buy because he was closing the store. I was startled, but still excited. I quickly put the magazine down and left the store.

I got home and went to bed. I was still a little confused about my excitement. It seemed especially naughty looking at those naked men, but I couldn't stop thinking about them. I jerked off while thinking about them that night, wondering what it would be like to touch them. I came intensely and fell asleep.

The next day I couldn't stop thinking about those pictures. I even found myself wondering what my co-workers looked like naked. I went back to the magazine store that night. I was too embarrassed to buy the magazine, but I couldn’t stop staring at those beautiful cocks. Again I went home and dreamed of things I would like to do to them. The longer I fantasized the bolder I got. I started out just wanting to look at them, then wanting to touch and stroke them, next I was kneeling in front of them. After a while I realized that what I really wanted was to kiss and lick them, take them into my mouth and suck them. These thoughts terrified me, but were irresistible.

This went on for days. I was too timid to buy the magazine, and I was grateful that the man at the counter let me hang out for hours. One night at closing he went into the back room. I knew my time was soon up, and composed myself in preparation for the trip home. Suddenly, the man called to me from the back room, asking me to give him a hand. I was glad to help and walked into the darkened back room. To my complete shock he was standing there with his cock and balls sticking out of his trousers. I was shocked and paralyzed at the sight of his cock. It was magnificent; big and hard, there was something demanding about the way it looked. I just stood there frozen and trembling, unable to move or look away from it. It was perfect. Then he spoke in a low, confident voice, seeming to know that I needed to be told what to do at that moment, and I instinctively wanted to show my gratitude by immediate compliance.

“Come over here”, he said “I thought you’d like to see the real thing” My knees felt so weak I could hardly walk, I tried to thank him but my mouth was watering and I was all choked up. When I stood in front of him he put his hand on my shoulder, “You’ll have a better look if you’re on your knees”, he said while firmly pushing me down. I didn’t resist or hesitate; I just fell to my knees. I was much more comfortable than standing on my shaking knees and now his cock was right in front of my face.

“It’s alright. Just take it in your mouth and everything will be O.K.” My head was spinning and my heart pounding. I did want to look at his cock, but instead I just did as I was told.

As soon as my lips touched it I had his whole cock in my mouth and I was sucking it. I suddenly felt calm and content, and to my surprise I was bobbing my head up and down as if I had been sucking cock all my life. It felt wonderful and completely natural. The more I sucked the harder it got, and the more I wanted to suck it! I took it all the way down my throat with every stroke until his heavy balls rested on my chin. I could feel he was going to come but I couldn't stop. His cock surged in my mouth, filling it with come, and I just gulped every drop of it down. I still couldn't stop sucking.

He stepped back, put his dick back in his trousers and zipped up. I hardly got to see it! He told me he enjoyed what I did and I should come back if I want to it again. He helped me to my feet and led me out of the store. I was so dazed and excited my hands were trembling as I tried to start my car. It all happened so fast it seemed like a dream, but that unmistakable taste of cum in my mouth told me otherwise. One thing I knew for sure; I couldn't wait to do it again.

I couldn't get anything done at work the next day. All I could do was think about what happened last night. I felt proud that I could take that big cock all the way into my mouth, but the best thing was making it come. I wanted to suck that cock again and I wanted to be good at it too. His cum seemed like a reward and proof of a job well done. I loved the idea of swallowing it too, having a part of it inside me. I wanted to discover everything that beautiful cock likes, to serve it and show my adoration for it. If only the time would pass more quickly!

The following night I went back to the bookstore about ten minutes before closing. The man seemed glad to see me and winked at me. It made me feel much more comfortable, but it seemed like forever until the last customer left and he locked the door. I followed his instruction as he led me to the back room. He told me that he knew I would come back for more, but he was surprised to see me soon. He unfastened his trousers and slipped them off. I was almost uncontrollably excited at the sight of his half hard cock. Knowing what was going to happen made it even more exciting than the first time!

He sat down on an old overstuffed chair and told me to sit between his legs and follow his instructions, explaining that he wanted to help me reach my full potential as a cocksucker. I immediately obeyed, relieved that I no longer had to stand on my shaking legs. I thought for a moment about being called a cocksucker; I liked it! As soon as I was seated I leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth, but he stopped me. He told me to just look at it while and to tell him about the time I spent looking at cocks in the magazines. It seemed impossible; having a big beautiful cock in front of my face was too terrible a tease, but I swallowed hard and started my confession.

It was difficult at first, but after a little while I told everything about my secret desires. I told him how beautiful I thought all those cocks were and how I longed to have them in front of my face like his was. I told him how I wanted to kiss and lick all of them, how they made my mouth water and my throat ache to be filled. He told me I did very well, and from the looks of his cock it was just as exciting for him too! He told me he was ready to have his cock and balls licked and kissed, which I was dying to do. I started by wrapping my tongue around the bottom of his ball sack and licking up the sides, occasionally feeling the thick heavy shaft of his cock brush against my face. I couldn't help but think of the sweet load of cum they held for me. I moved on to his shaft, starting at the base and covering every inch of it with little licks and kisses. I stopped from time to time to tell him how I had dreamed of doing this and how much I adored his cock. It looked especially beautiful, glistening with saliva in the dim light.

He told me to suck it now, nice and slowly. I took it into my mouth gently, feeling the magnificent head of it slide over my tongue and fill my aching throat. In a couple of long slow strokes I felt his thick sweet cum surge into my mouth and down my throat. It was so perfect. All I could do was hold it all the way in my mouth as I rested my head on his thigh. I wanted this to last forever.

After a while he took his still hard cock from my mouth and started stroking it. He told me I did such a good job sucking him that he wanted to jerk off into my mouth while I stroked my own cock. I promptly obeyed, getting out my own cock and playing with it while I obediently held my mouth open for him. The taste of cum in my mouth, the feeling of the head of his cock brushing over my lips, and wanting to show him how much I wanted to feel him cum again were all thrilling. I tried to take as much of the head of his cock into my mouth as I could as he stroked it. I took his balls in my hand as I stroked myself and soon I felt that wonderful warm gush over my lips and tongue. I licked all the cum from his fingers as I came myself.

I visited the bookstore every day after, and every time was new and different experience. Sometimes I would just get on my knees in front of him and he would fuck my mouth until he shot down my throat; sometimes he would tease me and make me beg to lick or suck his cock. I loved serving his cock, and the more I devoted myself to cocksucking the more rewarding the experience became. I quickly became much more comfortable and confident. I felt like I belonged to his cock. I was proud of being able to take all of it down my throat, of knowing every secret way to please it.

One day I was even more cock-hungry than usual, and when I followed him to the back room he said he had an extra special surprise for me. I was so excited at just the thought of having his cock in my mouth again that I didn't pay much attention. When I turned the corner into the back room I was shocked to find two big construction worker type guys standing there. I was kind of scared at first, but the bookstore man reassured me that they were his friends and just wanted to see the cocksucker he told them about. My fear suddenly turned to embarrassment. I thought of what he might have told them about me and felt myself blush as I stood there paralyzed. He reassured me that everything was alright and said he had something he knew would relax me. With that he unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers. As soon as he pulled out his semi-hard cock I felt that uncontrollable suck urge come over me. I seemed to forget about everything else and just fell to my knees and took it into my mouth.

I felt good now that I had a dick in my mouth. He was right, it did relax me. I started to suck in a long slow rhythm, enjoying that feeling of his growing hardness, delighted that he enjoyed my efforts to make my mouth soft and wet for his beautiful cock. I wasn't nervous or embarrassed at all anymore, in fact now I felt the urge to show off. It slid all the way down my throat without the slightest effort, and it felt good to hug the base of it with my lips when his balls rested on my chin.

By now I was completely unaware of anything else in the world, contently bobbing my head up and down on the bookstore man's cock. It was getting real hard now and I was getting ready to swallow some cum when I became vaguely aware of some shuffling around. Suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle and zipper. I opened my eyes for and there was a cock on either side of the bookstore man, both pointing right at my face. This was a dream come true! The cock on the left was incredibly thick, with an enormous head and big balls, the one on the right was long and thin, with its head just peeking out of it's foreskin. I reached up and took one in each hand just as the bookstore man let out a low groan and shot into my mouth. I gulped down his load as I stroked a hard cock in each hand!

The bookstore man quickly stepped aside, and before I could even swallow the thick cock was in my mouth. I really had to stretch my jaw to get it into my mouth, and I could feel the huge head push the rest of the load down my throat. He put his hand on the back of my head as I sucked, telling me what a good cocksucker I was. It was amazing how different his cock felt from the bookstore mans', but it felt great! Even though I never sucked this cock before I felt like I knew just what to do, and the growing hardness told me so. I reached up and cupped his balls in my hand. They more than filled my hand and a second later I felt a huge gush of thick bittersweet cum in my mouth. I swirled it around inside my mouth, enjoying the taste and texture of it for a moment, and then pushed it down my throat with the big head of his dick.

I was trembling with excitement when the next cock was already in front of my face. I put my hands on his hips to steady myself and started to lick his balls. I wanted to lick them longer but the shaft of his cock kept brushing across my face, making me want to suck really bad. I did manage to stop and look at his cock for a moment though, the foreskin draped over the head of his cock was adorable! I opened wide and took the whole thing into my mouth in a single motion. The extra soft foreskin was a wonderful contrast to the hardness of his shaft, and I delighted in playing with it with my tongue as it slid in and out of my mouth. I thought about how wonderful each cock felt in it's own special way, how they each seemed to have their own personality and needs. I loved the thought of sucking many more, and learning how to please them.

Right now the cock in my mouth was getting ready to give me its' load, and I was just as hungry as the first time I ever took one in my mouth. After the third squirt I gulped down I thought he was finished, but to my delight he just kept cumming for about five or six more shots! I really enjoyed this one.

Afterwards he helped me to my feet and we all said "Thanks!" at the same time, then we laughed about it. The bookstore man spoke first, saying that we would all definitely do this again. He motioned for me to stay while he let the other men out of the store.

When he returned he had his semi-hard cock in his hand and told me to blow him while I play with my own cock. I was still very excited and slipped out of my jeans as I took my usual place between his legs. I intended to take my time with this and began to lick his balls tenderly as I lightly stroked our cocks. He told me he got excited watching me suck those two cocks, and that he had never seen anyone with as much natural talent for pleasing a cock. It made me feel good to hear this and I told him I would gladly suck as many as he wanted me to and that I was grateful for the opportunities he gave me to be a good cocksucker.

I could tell this talk was getting him hot and he started stroking himself with just the tip of his dick brushing against my lips. I continued talking, telling him how much I loved serving those men and how good it made me feel when they came in my mouth. Just then he shot on my lips and tongue, triggering my own shuddering orgasm. I licked up all the cum and kissed his cock for a while afterwards.

When I came to the bookstore the following night I immediately noticed a camera and tripod set up in the back room. He told me I looked so good with those cocks in my mouth last night that he wanted to take pictures of me blowing him tonight. I was a little hesitant at first, wondering who might eventually see them, but as soon as he got his cock out I forgot all about anything else. With the help of his verbal encouragement I was getting into showing off my skills in no time. He took pictures of his hard cock in front of my face, resting on my tongue, and shoved all the way down my throat, all the while telling me that I looked really hot with his cock in my mouth. I was excited to see how turned-on he was, and finished the session by holding my mouth open to catch a nice thick load for the camera.

I barely finished gulping down my reward when his phone rang. I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but could tell that it was about me. The bookstore man ended by saying, “yeah, he’ll be there”. He turned to me and told me that the man with the thick cock that I had enjoyed sucking last night wanted some service. He said he figured that I’d want to stop by his apartment on my way home. He was right again. I savored the taste of his load on my way to earning the next, or so I hoped.

As soon as the door to his apartment slammed shut he pointed to the floor in front of him and told me to get started. I could tell this was going to be a great session already. I quickly knelt in front of him and unfastened his belt, pulled his zipper down over his basket, and pulled his work pants down over his jockey shorts. I nuzzled my face along the side of his balls and mouthed his cock through his underwear as I pulled them down. His big fat dick sprang out at attention in a most charming way, but his bull balls needed a good tongue bath. They were a little sweaty and I could have licked them for an hour, but I was there to suck cock, after all.

I started at the base, licking it all over, but he had other ideas and suddenly grabbed my head, stuck his cock into my mouth, and started fucking. I had to stretch my jaw open to get my lips around its thickness. He pounded my face. I could feel his just-licked balls slapping against my chin as my nose was buried in his pubic hair. It felt so good I automatically reached up and held his ass cheeks in my hands, trying to pull more of him into my mouth. I could have gone on all evening like this, but I could feel him getting harder and stretching my throat even more as he got closer to cumming. When he finally unloaded my mouth was so stuffed full of his dick that his cum gushed right down my throat. I was a very happy cocksucker at that moment.

I stayed there on my knees, inclined neither to get up nor to take my mouth off of his cock. My head was spinning anyhow, and he didn’t seem to mind. My mouth felt as though it had been worked to the point that it conformed to every little curve and vein of his dick. His cock was still nice and firm, and after a while I just automatically started sucking and bobbing my head a little. This produced the kind of response that all cocksuckers love; a twitch of pleasure and growing firmness, and before I knew it I was bobbing and slurping away on his thick beauty. I was alarmed when he stopped me, but it was only to say that he wanted to sit while I blew him again. I knew his dick and my mouth were going to be great friends.

He took off his work pants and sat down on an easy chair and turned on some porn on the TV with a remote control. He told me he wanted me to strip naked, which seemed interestingly different. I liked the submissive side of it, besides, I would have done a lot more than that for the chance to suck his cock some more. I spent the next hour licking, kissing and sucking before obediently holding my mouth open for a reward. The finish was a real turn-on for both of us. As I was dressing to leave he told me to come by every Wednesday for more. I damn near skipped home from his house.

The next day I couldn’t wait to tell