Summary:
The 10-part philosophy of a straight cocksucker.
DISCLAIMER:
This story is based on a couple years of research and conversations with straight men who are curious or are cocksuckers. Although I am female, I find a man sucking cock hot, I suppose like most men find two women hot. Thus, I thought I would, based on my many conversations with straight men (straight being a subjective term) write this rather interesting analysis inside the MIND OF THE STRAIGHT MARRIED COCKSUCKER.
DEDICATION:
This is dedicated to all the straight married cocksuckers out there who have accepted who they are and also dedicated to the curious men who want to cross the line and suck a cock, but can't do so. If reality is impossible, fantasy is a great escape.
Thanks for editing this to Robert, and goamz86.
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I'm married.
Happily married, actually.
I love my wife; she is a beautiful woman.
I love my children.
I get enough sex (relatively speaking) after eighteen years of marriage (relative meaning men can never get enough sex).
My wife still sucks my cock, still gets kinky when drunk and the only constant no-no is anal sex (one time during a drunk lust-fest during our wild courtship didn't go well).
I love eating her pussy, hearing her talk dirty and feeling her squirt all over my lips, tongue and face.
Like I said, I'm happy married.
Yet...
Yet, I can't stop sucking cock.
Sucking cock is an addiction like smoking, watching porn or taking morphine.
I want to quit cold turkey. In fact, I HAVE quit cold turkey many times.
Yet, the craving to be on my knees, a hard cock, regardless of size, in my mouth, is always lingering in my subconscious.
And yet, as soon as the stranger's load is deposited in my mouth and down my throat or splattered all over my face, a rush of guilt washes over me.
I promise myself I will never do it again...yet I always do.
I also, believe it or not, have never once had my cock sucked by another guy, although the offer has been made many times. As bizarre as my logic may sound, getting blown by another guy feels like cheating, I can get a blow job from my wife. On the other hand, I don't feel like sucking cock is cheating because my wife obviously doesn't have a cock (although in many of my stroke fantasies she does, although that's a whole other discussion of my fucked up psyche).
So after that rambling opening, here is my ten step process into the mind of a straight cocksucker:
1. Placing an ad on Craigslist
On the drive, in the plane, waiting for a taxi or after checking into my hotel, I peruse Craigslist for an ad that is appealing, If I find one that intrigues me, I sent a message and start the cat and mouse game that is Craigslist.
But more times than not, I don't find an ad to my liking and I quickly place an ad and then wait with anticipation for it to go live.
Here's the ad I usually post:
Facial or swallow
Eager cocksucker looking to come to you, drop to my knees, suck your juicy cock until you cum in my mouth or on my face.
Preferably in the dark.
I'm 38, white and don't expect or want any reciprocity.
P.S.: you can call me names and treat me like a cock hungry slut if you wish
Even though I am often staying at hotels, I always make them host, discretion always guiding my strange cock obsession. Although, I can't deny I have been tempted to create an ad where I host a cum and go...my newest fantasy sucking two cocks at once or even just having a line of hard cocks to serve one after another.
2. The Highs and Lows of Responses
Once my ad goes live, usually after twenty minutes, I check my email every couple of minutes, the email created strictly for my cocksucking adventures. My handle, cumbucketcocksucker not leaving anything to the imagination.
When I check my email and there are no new responses I feel an overwhelming sense of disappointment. Conversely, when I do get a response I eagerly click on it, as excited as a child on Christmas morning.
I read the response, which can range from:
A. The lame one word response:
Hey.
Hi.
(I mean, if you are serious about getting your cock sucked at least put a little effort in. I'm am eager cocksucker, but I'm selective.)
B. The first timer's response:
I'm new to this but would like to try.
(This used to be me...but 90 percent of these don't end up happening. I have learned that WAY more men are bi-curious than society would like us to believe...unlike the societal promotion of two girls, two guys is still a forbidden taboo).
C. The desperation response:
Still looking?
(I only respond if the ad has been up for a while and I still haven't recieved a serious offer for some stiff meat)
D. The "you got me interested" response:
A picture of their cock
(Oddly, although I don't find men attractive, I find a hard cock to be one of the most beautiful pieces of art...no two are exactly the same in look or taste...and sorry ladies, but a cock is a lot more visually appealing than a vagina).
E. The respond immediately:
Hi cocksucker,
I'm six inches, thick and really am looking to deposit a load in that cocksucking mouth.
(The name calling and promise of being treated like the submissive cum hungry cock slut that I am always instantly gets me rock hard and desperate to make it happen ASAP)
Or
Have a nice load waiting for you. I'm seven inches and ready to explode. I can host right now.
(The word 'load' for whatever reason tantalizes me, making my mouth water. Plus, the fact he can host ASAP is appealing as once I post an ad, my focus, my obsession really, is getting a cock in my mouth).
Or
At hotel. Come on over and suck my cock. Facial or swallow: you choose.
(Hotels are always the safest place for a discreet quick encounter. They always want the same thing and very rarely has a hotel date fallen through)
3. The Journey to the Rendezvous
I get a major rush of adrenaline when I respond to an email, we negotiate a time and place and then I drive over.
The whole time my cock is raging in my pants, my mouth is watering and I have butterflies in my stomach (the strange triple feelings only happens as I drive toward and then walk to my secret rendezvous.
Like a child waiting for Christmas morning, the drive always seems excruciatingly long. Every red light, every slow driver pisses me off as I need that cock in my mouth ASAP.
I always park discreetly. At a personal residence, I park a block away and walk to the house. At a hotel, I park in a discreet spot where I can slyly go in and out without much notice.
When I walk to a house, occasionally in the light of day, and pass a woman walking her dog, an elderly couple holding hands or a couple of teenagers, I wonder if they can see past my average exterior to the reality that I'm going to suck a stranger's cock.
At a hotel, while in the elevator, do the strangers who never really look at me, following elevator etiquette, know that I'm a cocksucker and that if they put their hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees I would suck their cock?
These strange thoughts only enhance my eagerness to walk into a stranger's house or hotel room and suck cock.
4. Meeting the Owner of the Cock
This is the one part I don't enjoy, but it's usually a necessary evil to get to the juicy cock I am craving.
I always pray that the stranger will have the room or house dark and private.
I don't want to put a face to a cock. I just want to worship that cock.
I don't want polite chit chat. I don't want to know his name (no one uses their real name on Craigslist), I don't want to know that you rarely do this, and I sure as hell don't want a beer first (although having him watch porn while I blow him is a surprisingly hot thing to do).
I simply want to drop to my knees and suck.