Cock-Sucker: Three Dilemmas

DILEMMA ONE: Learning The Game

This is Tristan.

You would like Tristan. Tristan is a healthy gay boy, slim and active, with a voracious appetite for cock. He wears skinny-jeans that show his bulge to best advantage, and a short T-shirt that leaves his toned midriff bare. But Tristan is confused. Tristan wrestles with a conundrum he's unable to resolve. Like all young gays, he is obsessively oversexed. He thinks of little else. It turns his brain to mush.

Tristan has a well-hung married boyfriend who comes around regularly and keeps Tristan's greedy mouth and puckered little bum-hole very well-fucked. This makes Tristan very happy indeed. He loves his boyfriend's cock, and positively glows when he's being fucked by it. His Boyfriend talked to him a lot about the health-giving benefits of swallowing spunk, about how freshly-ejaculated semen is rich in protein, citric acid, free amino acids, fructose, enzymes, phosphorylcholine, prostaglandin, potassium, and zinc. A generous cocktail of easily and pleasurably-digestible goodness. Not that Tristan ever needed any such inducement to swallow his spunk on a regular basis...! It was his absolute delight.

The time between visits from his well-hung boyfriend is what does not make Tristan happy. Because the boyfriend is married, the visits are not as frequent as he would prefer. So Tristan spends a great deal of time lounging around naked, masturbating to explicit erotic fantasies or watching gay videos on his laptop. Tristan wants to be good, faithful and loyal. He wants to be a monogamous boy. He really does. He tries his best. But swallowing semen has an addictive narcotic effect on Tristan, which sets up a craving that's impossible to resist. He closes his eyes and imagines he's sucking his boyfriend's big delicious cock. But he watches the boy in the porn-video groaning with joy as he's being anally fucked by some anonymous dominant big hard cock. And he longs to be that lucky boy. Sometimes the longing, the yearning, the unfulfilled ache gnaws away at him, until he loses control.

Down the street there's a Diner with a barista who enjoys having his cock sucked by an enthusiastic gay boy. Sometimes Tristan has found the urge so great that he's given in, and gone into the Diner storeroom with the barista, crouched down and sucked him off. The barista's cock is not as big or satisfying as his boyfriend's, but a boy has needs, and he also gets a complimentary cappuccino. Tristan also has the number of a previous boyfriends in his phone, and once or twice, when he can no longer resist the raging urgency in his groin, he's phoned one particular earlier boyfriend, arranged to meet him in the man's car in the multi-story carpark, and sucked him off there. The earlier boyfriend is arrogant and controlling, but Tristan adores sucking his big cock. He's a helpless victim of his own physical necessities. Tristan fears that, if the situation continues, there will be other lapses, other men, other mouthfuls of cock...

Should Tristan tell his current boyfriend of his lapses, and hope he will understand? Or should he simply accept the restrictions on his sex-life, and learn to live with them? Or maybe move on to a more sexually satisfying relationship with another generous man who is able to fuck him more frequently? Tristan is confused. Tristan wrestles with a conundrum he's unable to resolve. And all the while his perky cock is pulsing out its urgency...

DILEMMA TWO: Dear Agony Aunt

My problem began when I spent a delightfully convivial evening with my married friends, Simon and Trevor, in their flat. I've known Simon for a long time, he's a kind, slightly-built generous person I've always held in a great deal of affection. His husband, Trevor is more brooding and intense in an occasionally intimidating way. We were enjoying each other's company so much that we completely lose track of time, and I miss my last bus home. 'Don't worry, Dear Tristan' says Simon kindly, 'Trevor will get the car out and drive you.' Which he proceeds to do. We drive through the night, until he parks outside my flat.

It was at that moment that things change. The tone of his voice deepens to a kind of teasing playfulness, and I can't help but see by the dashboard-light that he's flipped his cock out... and - my friends, it was beautiful! 'Time to pay for the ride' he said in a voice that brooks no refusal. I was torn, undeniably tempted, but striving to resist out of loyalty to my friend Simon. Maybe it was the wine singing in my bloodstream? But I fooled myself, one little kiss on the cock-tip won't hurt, will it? And Trevor can be very persuasive. I duck my head down... one kiss becomes a lick, and inevitably that deliciously engorged shaft slips effortlessly between my lips and into my hungry mouth, before I know it I'm sucking voraciously, moaning with sheer pleasure. In a rush of feverish arousal I unzip myself and begin jerking off, but Trevor says 'No, no spunk-stains on the upholstery', so I simply concentrate on sucking him off instead, until his breath quickens, he grunts, his fat cock swells and pulses up against my tongue, and he's cumming mightily in my mouth. Giving a Blowjob is like eating a Box of Chocolates, you never know which one you're going to get next... the little cum-dribble that only leaves you hungry for more, or the copious gusher that makes you give thanks to the gods of Gay sex that you were born to be a cock-sucker... Trevor was delightfully in this category.

Once inside my flat, even though he's gone, my head is still on fire, and I wank myself into a gloriously messy orgasm. It's only then, in the aftermath, that I begin to feel guilty about betraying Simon's trust. But - I tell myself, it was only sex. And a one-off that must never happen again. I was wrong. On two separate occasions since when we've been together, Trevor has contrived to get the two of us alone, once in the toilet and once in their bedroom, and despite my best intentions, once I see his big delicious cock, I'm mesmerized and my resolve simply evaporates. The most recent occasion he held my head and simply fucked my face until I was befuddled with joy. He says I suck cock better than Simon does, which both pleases and makes me proud, but also fills me with remorse over betraying my dear friend.

Maybe, like Bill Clinton said, a blow-job does not constitute infidelity? But what if Trevor decides he wants to fuck my bum-hole, will I have the ability to refuse him? I doubt it. He can be so compelling. I am so weak. And I simply adore his cock.

Dear Agony Aunt, I'm asking you... what can a poor cocksucker do...?

DILEMMA THREE: Big Cock Worship

OK, I'm a cheap slut, easily led astray by the lure of a big cock. I know that's shallow and superficial, but it's true. My first real Boyfriend was very generously endowed, I worshipped his cock and loved having it in my mouth, testing my limits. And OH GOD I remember how ecstatic it felt the first time he fucked my bum-hole, I was transported to seventh heaven, trembling with aftershocks of joy as surges of warm pleasure-ripples coursed through my body, radiating out from my gratefully puckered sundered anus which was winking and dilating like a fish-mouth in after-effects. And the magnificent penis which had given me so much pleasure was still visibly throbbing lazily. Afterwards he said 'if you weren't Gay before, you sure are now.' And all I could do was purr my agreement, 'yes sir, thank you sir, that was totally amazing, I've NEVER felt anything like that before', squirming around to bestow a huge deluge of wet slobbery kisses of total adoration all over his cock. Why fight it?

It's strange that I'd always been a little self-conscious of the imagined physical flaws and imperfection of my body, but from now on, all I wanted was to be completely naked for him all the time, sashaying around the room, wriggling my bare bottom in what I hoped was an inviting way for him. Trying to seduce him into wanting more.

But it does set up certain expectations. Other subsequent guys can't always measure up. When you're used to being throat-fucked by a big cock, anything less is something of an anticlimax, and leaves you wanting more. To be honest, in real life I've never yet encountered a cock so big that it wouldn't fit comfortably in my mouth, and I've been pleased to have deep-throated and been roughly face-fucked by some pretty impressive examples of male genitalia that left me goo-goo eyed and spunk-drunk, it's almost like a challenge to me. But I'm still up for that monster that I'm straining to accommodate...! What I love most is that 'GOSH WOW!!' moment when you're with a new guy, and you first get to see that truly monster cock, and it almost scares you so much that your faggot-heart is doing cartwheels, in the absolute certain knowledge that that friendly weapon on ass-destruction is shortly going to be lodged and pulsing down your throat... and then, maybe, rammed up your tight little bum-hole until you're whimpering with sheer joy, leaving a sensation that you will still be feeling the following day, its dull ache reminding you of that smug secret that you know, but no-one else suspects. That you're a cock-sucking slut who takes it from well-hung guys. Be proud. Suck Cock. Swallow Spunk.

I had another very well-hung gentleman friend whose delight it was to take me doggy-style. He would slide that big cock inexorably all the way up my tight little bum-hole until I was squirming and mewling with pleasure and he was rammed fully balls-deep inside me. Then he would pause, and hold me totally impaled on him, and slip his hands easily around my body to where my own aching and relatively smaller cock-and-balls were dangling in a state of fiery arousal. Using both hands, fondling and squeezing my balls while slow-teasing along the length of my cock and sensitive glans-tip he'd coax me into a frenzy until I was a drooling mess, amplified by the fullness filling my ass. He would milk me in this way until I came, gasping and spurting uncontrollably across my gut and legs, because - he said, my orgasm made my bum-hole flex, convulse and tighten in spasms around his own hard embedded cock in a quite delicious way, sending exquisite sensations pulsing and flooding through us both. Once I'd finished cumming, and he'd squeezed out the last few jism-drops - and only then, would he begin fucking me slowly in long strokes, speeding up until he achieved his own ejaculation throbbing and kicking deep inside me, by which time I'd been reduced by erotic jelly.

My problem is of a very delicate nature. I've met a new gentleman friend and he's perfect in so many ways, considerate, witty, erudite, articulate, generous, cultured, pretty much everything I ever wanted in a man. Except for that one vital detail - he has a small cock! When I suck his cock I don't get that exciting choke-gag in the back of my throat sensation that I love. And when he fucks my bum-hole it's like being penetrated by a stubby pencil. It even slipped out on the most recent occasion, he apologised and slid it back into me, and it felt like he was inserting his finger! I need to be dominated and fucked by a stallion, not a fieldmouse. I can't bear the thought of being fucked by a man whose cock is smaller than my own, it seems unnatural. But can I bear to give him up over this purely physical aspect of our relationship? I don't want to hurt or humiliate him, but at the same time, I have natural needs that crave to be satisfied. Can I ever be happy with this man...?

Dear Agony Aunt, I'm asking you... what can a poor cocksucking boy do...?

By TRISTAN TROTSKY