"Do you know Leroy Parker?" He asked. I choked before responding, "I've heard the name. That is the true name of the famous outlaw Butch Cassidy."
"I was referring to a regular at the gay bath house on Fourth Avenue. The guy with the monster cock." he said.
I had choked because I had just sucked off Leroy Parker less than two hours ago. Leroy had sought me out because he had heard I could deep throat big cocks. But try as I might I was unable to deep throat Leroy's monster. While somewhat disappointed, Leroy had received a damn good blow job and he rewarded me with a large load of sweet cream.
I tried changing the subject by ordering us another round of beers. The guy asking the questions was known to have a big cock of his own, but not quite in the class of Leroy. I had sucked him off a number of times and deep throated him each time I think he was wondering if I had sucked Leroy and if I was able to deep throat his monster cock. I didn't want to admit I had sucked Leroy and failed to deep throat him. I did have a reputation to protect. Around the gay bath house, I was known as Deep Throat Tommy.
I was an unmarried cocksucker that had started sucking cocks in Marine boot camp. I escaped a lot of grief by sucking off my Drill Instructor. By the time I graduated boot camp, I was addicted to cock and cum. You know what they say? Once a Marine always a Marine. I'm here to tell you, once a cocksucker always a cocksucker.
I received a section 8 discharge as a caught homosexual and returned home in disgrace. I was disowned by my family and moved out of state where I was unknown. I soon discovered gay bath houses and adult book stores where I found an abundance of cocks to suck and endless loads of cum.
I was taught to deep throat by a kindly older gent with a nice size cock. He also was the first man to fuck me. Something I enjoyed but preferred sucking cock.
I found employment and a roommate whom I shared reciprocal blow jobs. All was good or so I thought. My roommate got busted for drugs and I was arrested with him, but he testified that I knew nothing about the drugs and I was exonerated on the drug charges. That was the good news, the bad news was I was fired from my job.
With little money I began sleeping in a flop house and would suck cock for a few dollars. I still frequented the bath house. After deep throating a well-off Attorney, I became his kept man. I was essentially his personal cocksucker. I took up residence in an apartment above his garage. For appearances, I was his wife's driver. Seemed that his wife was a lousy cocksucker and the Attorney loved his cock sucked especially by someone capable of deep throating. I filled the bill.
I was sucking off the Attorney when his wife happened in. She shrieked and the Attorney just laughed and said, "Baby this dude should give you lessons. You might turn into a decent cocksucker."
