Sunday, July 10, 2011

Learning Respect, the Hard Way.


In 1981 I lived for about a year in a small town in the Rocky Mountains, and I worked at a cabinet shop during that time. One of the men there was instantly aware of my feverish and constant sneaking glances at the bulge that hung down his leg all the time. He was about 6'6" and a wide-shouldered bruiser with big hands and arms and a big black beard. He always wore a baseball cap and had a big gold wedding ring and a mild Tennessee [?] accent.

Whenever we were working in an area where the noise of the sanders and fans and saws would block out our conversation, he'd say stuff like, "Well, suck my dong, this sander belt's gotta be changed again," or "Well, suck my dong, it's almost 5 o'clock!" I got the message, and pretty quickly there were a couple of nights a week when we'd stay late after the others left and he'd take me back to the shed and let me suck his huge, juicy, uncut cock.

The foreman was an asshole who I never got along with, a short, pudgy, balding, mean guy. He had a big moustache, and I had no respect for him. I had never had any interest in him at all, but on the morning he fired me, he suddenly, for the first time, was showing a huge long dick in his pants, complete with wet spot!

Of course I couldn't help but stare, even though I didn't like him. I know he saw me looking too, and when he called me in at lunch to tell me I was fired, his contempt was palpable. He said he had been planning to fire me for a while, but that my latest work was even shittier, etc. He really made me feel terrible. Plus, I was suddenly turned on by him, hypocritical little size-queen that I am, and now felt he was unattainable.

Even though I was no longer working there, Greg would set times for me to be in the shed, for his regular servicings. One day, he surprised me, and only told me afterwards that they had planned it, but didn't tell me beforehand. In conversation, he and Parker [the asshole] had gotten around to the fact that I was a cocksucker, for real. They set it up so he'd "catch us" and, then take part. And that's what they did.

One evening, with Greg leaning against the wall, pants lowered, his hands wrapped around my head and my face wrapped around his cock, I'm on my knees wearing nothing but socks and a t-shirt, and I hear the door slam and footsteps behind me. "What the fuck do we have here?" says the familiar voice. He stands next to Greg, looking down at me with my mouth stretched open like a blowfish, my eyes wild and no doubt bulging out of my head. "I thought I fired you." I can see his dick in his pants, inches from my face and widened jaw, and it's obviously stiffening. He plays with it through his pants. "See, I told you he was a cocksucker," says Greg.

"Well, I've got a new job for you, bitch, right here."

Needless to say, he finished his degredation of me that night, and the two of them amused themselves with a cock-size contest, of which I, the loser, was judge. I had a hard time deciding who's was bigger, and it was fun listening to them bragging and asserting their superiority. Parker made sure that I respected him by the end, and that I was utterly humbled in my previous defiance of his authority. I did, finally, worship him and submit to his will.

He completely re-arranged my thinking on what makes a Man "Hot."

The economy turned to shit, the shop closed, people moved, the scene ended. But for the rest of that summer, one or both of them exploited my adoration regularly, and kept my throat well seeded.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Rick, the Impregnator


Rick was one of the first guys to answer my ad in 1984. He was 31 and I was 29. He kept getting his girlfriend, Margaret, pregnant, and they finally had to get married and moved to North Carolina where she was from, which broke my heart because we had been having lots of fun.

He'd drop by a couple times a week and get a bj, or we'd drive around in his truck all night while he snorted coke and let me suck his dick. He was playful and funny, and really confident. He liked taking me with him to titty bars for a couple shots and then facefucking me afterwards in some dark parking lot. He fucked me a couple of times, but mostly liked head. He shot copious loads, and liked that I would swallow all of it. They probably have ten kids, AND he still gets bjs somewhere on the side. He was really big about 6'3," with big rough hands, and he made me feel like a little kid next to him. He was in my life for almost 2 whole years!