Cock drunk. 001
None of my family knows I am homosexual. They think of me as Steve, the young sibling, the run in the mill straight jock man who worships the gym like a church. But in reality the only time I'm kneeling is to suck some thick juicy cock. And my need to suck some started my personal hell.
Because of Covid I got evicted from my apartment and had to return to my father's house. Right after getting settled, I learned my other brothers had the same fate as me and returned to the nest. We chatted, catching up with our lives, saw some movies in the living room, the typical lovely family things. It is nice to live as a family again since we stopped seeing for almost 10 years. However, after a few weeks we started to see each other less and less. Our work and lifestyle schedules forced us to barely see each other. I took the opportunity to have some fun downtown. I grabbed some keys while no one was watching and left at midnight. The keys have a pine keychain with an H of our last name written on the side. Dad bought them on buck once and put them on each key set. I don't know if I took mine or somebody else's, each one looks the same. Either way, I just wanted some cock so I left.
The city changed a lot over the years. Bars and restaurants are more open to queer people. But I wasn´t ready to get out of the closet so I went to my known secret gay bar to suck some cock in the glory hole. The bartender barely recognized me. The skinny 18 something guy became a meat of muscle over almost two decades later. He recognized me because of my shy mannerisms, something I cannot change since it is a part of me. My old self will feel embarrassed of this encounter and leave immediately. But right now I only asked for a whisky and went straight to the restroom afterwards.
I kneeled and waited for almost 10 minutes until a cock popped out of the hole. 8.6 inches and almost thick like a can. I engulfed it whole with no change for the man to retract.
âSo tight⌠Such a good faggotâ I heard on the other side. It only encourages my faggot needs to go slow and to suck from tip to base. The man growled, making my cock hurt from the fabric of my jeans. Ignoring the discomfort I continue sucking, twisting my nipples and letting myself go. I knew from experiences men loved when I oink like a pig so I did it. The man moaned again and his cock spilled more precum directly at my throat.
âFucking pig. You like big cocks, huh?â I oinked in return eagerly while licking the tip and focusing only on the tip. The man went wild, moaning and vibrating. I knew the man was ready to bust so I inhaled the cock and tight my throat. The man roared, pumping his jizz right into me while I gulped every single drop, vibrating my mouth to notice the man he did an excellent job feeding me his cock.
âThank you faggot, best throat in the fucking countyâ the man said, I heard the stall open and then the door of the restroom. I touch my cock externally, hurting it with the jean fabric and I cum on myself. I groan in relief just in time for the next cock. This one is longer but manageable. It took a few minutes and then he cummed on my throat. And then comes another cock. And another. The majority of cocks are thick, others short, some with a PA, others clean while others with the stench of musk. The last ones are my favorites. Cock is cock for my faggot throat so I make love to all of them equally. I think that Saturday night I sucked over 10 guys. Which wasn't even scratching my record but almost all of them were pent up and cum a lot. Even if the city is more open for queer people, there are some faggots like me who like being discreet. And I thank them for each load. They thank me, degrade me or just grunt in approval. Some cum leave my mouth and stain my tank top. A few men ordered me or asked me to get pissed but I declined. I can explain to my father and brothers a few questionable stains in my clothes but to reek of piss will set off a lot of alarms.
Right when I thought it was over, I scrolled my phone for a while before leaving the stall until the restroom door opened again and a man entered the stall next to me. I could feel his hesitation. Was rocking himself a little, his hands clumsy buckling his belt and breathing hard. By the worn out boots and shaky breath I determine he is like me, a closeted fag who wanted some action anonymously. I just knew he needed a little push so I just oink and opened my mouth to stick my tongue out to the hole, and waited for the cock.
It took the man just 3 seconds and ram his cock right into my mouth. Veiny, with the taste of sweat and moisture. My eyes rolled back and I started fingering myself while deepthroating the cock. Since my gag reflex is non-existent I sucked it and held it tight, making the man curse and wobble. Knowing it was his first or second time doing this, I decided to give him a treat and masturbate his cock with my mouth slowly, make him enjoy the ride. My tongue licks the shaft from base to tip. A few kisses here and there. My hands retrieved my needy hole and massaged his balls while my mouth was stuffed with his cock. I moaned my voice a few inches away from his shaft, âSo big and manlyâ I said, âVeiny and with a strong macho smell. Fuck, Im here on the weekends if you want my cocksucker mouthâ. He cursed under his breath, vibrating and ready to climax. Like the rest of the men before, I sucked the cock whole and tight my throat and oink like the pig faggot that I am waiting to swallow the gallons of jizz he was going to erupt. A desperate sob and him giving a few trusts and he comes deep into my mouth. His sobbing ended up with a growl when he tried but failed to retrieve his cock and ended up pissing me. I engulfed it quickly. His stream was strong and hot. Years of being a cock sucker help me swallow the piss whole with no problems and finally I get away from his cock.
âSs sorryâ He said. The sentiment was genuine. I could see him trembling from the experience. He probably thought I would retract my statement of being his fleshlight next saturday so I quickly told him it was okay. His cock stood there still fucking hard. Like inviting me to make love again.
âDo you want me to clean your cock?â I asked. Poor guy is probably red from embarrassment but I find him cute and hard to tease. He politely declined and stumbled his way out. I only chuckle and finally rise from the ground. My back and knees were killing me but my stomach and fag urges were satisfied I walked out of the stall when a shiny thing on my peripheral vision made me stop. It was a key with a pine keychain. My body froze and my stomach wanted to puke out the piss I just enjoyed swallowing. I didn't need to approach to see that the pine had the letter H of my last name written with black pen. Also I didn't need to compare it with my house keys since they were identicalâŚ
I think I suck one of my brother's cocks. Or worse, my father´s.
And the thought made my cock hard.
