Red Lips By: Moore
ONE
"We are sunk."
"Not necessarily."
"No, huh? Look at them, Steven."
"Yeah, so? They're girls."
"So I grew up in a bible belt state like this one. I know girls like these and sex is the furthest thing from their minds. The only cocks they've seen are the ones strutting around the barnyard with the chickens. No, we're sunk alright. Finding a cocksucker on this campus is going to be impossible."
A number of well-serviced guys from my high school back east would have disagreed with my college roommate's conclusion.
"You think they did it because I'm black and you're a jew?"
Tyrone Pilkington, Ty, my roomie, is black. Very black very big, very well hung and I've been dying to get into his pants since the semester began. "Did what?" I said absently, my mind already thinking of what I had to buy.
"Gave us this impossible assignment to keep us out of the fraternity?"
I just shrugged. The other pledges had been given snap assignments. He knew it, I knew it. The discrimination was obvious, our recourse limited. "If that's the way you feel, then why do you want to join?"
He didn't answer and I didn't push it. I had one reason for wanting to join a fraternity with fifty hunky guys, C-O-C-K. Fifty available cocks for my fag mouth. I go where the straight guys are and let nature take its course. Ty could keep his reasons to himself if he wanted to. The why wasn't nearly as important as the how badly he wanted to join.
TWO
Ty's an early riser and he showers in the morning before he puts in his contact lenses. Myopia is god's gift to fags like myself, a life-long queer with 20/20 vision who likes to look at naked guys.
His routine never varies, only the intensity of his morning erection, depending in part I think on how much he's had to drink before hitting the sack. Some mornings his fabulous dick is like the swizzle stick in a martini, straight up with a couple of oversized black olives. On other mornings he's a line drive, a frozen rope if you will. Seven or eight inches of mouth watering black dick that's stiffer than the clothes rod in the closet.
There is no doubt in my mind that I was born queer. I was the kid who convinced the other boys, not the girls, to play doctor in kindergarten. The precocious adolescent kid who took off his bathing suit at boys only swim at the Y, even though it wasn't required, who lingered in the locker room, naked, and dared to visit the rooftop solarium to look at all the naked men. In junior high, I was the kid with the Playboy and Hustler magazines hidden in his basement for the other boys to drool over. The kid who urged the others into games of strip poker, always losing quickly and intentionally because I wanted to be naked while the other boys were dressed, and show them how I masturbated. I was the kid who "volunteered" to go first; touching, wanking, licking and finally, in 8th grade, taking another boy's cock between my lips and sucking his prick until he ejaculated into my mouth. I was the uninhibited young boy scout at summer camp who walked naked through the woods from the bunkhouse to the lake, proudly displaying his erection and newly sprouted pubic hair. The boy who played the girl's part in the summer show and joined in the nightly circle jerks with the older scouts. The young scout who smoked pot behind the bunkhouse and "smoked" a few legal joints as well. In high school, I was the cool teenager who let his hair grow long and got his ear pierced. Who went to Times Square to make the drug buys and on occasion, provided the wet sucking mouth on the working side of a glory hole. I was the go to guy for pot and greenies, the go to guy for a blow job when your girl friend wouldn't put out. ~~~~ "I think I know where to find a cocksucker," I said when Ty returned to our room with a towel around his waist. "You're sure you want to join this fraternity?" A week had passed since we were given our seemingly impossible assignment. My plan was a good one, I had used it with straight guys with great success in the past. Ty had to be committed though, because he'd be the first to use the cocksucker and he'd be the back up and protector if the frat boys got out of hand. "Yeah, Steven, trust me. It's very important I get in. The cocksucker, who is she? A girl on campus?" Straight guys like Ty always mistakenly assume that the cocksucker is going to be a girl. The fact of the matter is that girls like to fuck, but they hate to suck dick. They hate it when a guy cums on her face and tits, let alone spurts a load of salty spunk in her mouth. Girls do it begrudgingly because guys like blow jobs, even more so when the cocksucker is kneeling submissively which makes an ordinary guy feel like a god. Queer guys like me do it willingly because we like to suck dick. Going down on a guy, licking his sweaty balls and eating out his funky smelling asshole, then looking up at his face while his cock is thrusting between my lips is heaven on earth. Warm cum spurting into my mouth, coating my tongue with sticky saltiness is a treat that I can never get enough of. "Trust me, Ty," I said, playfully slapping his rump. "Nobody will be disappointed with the cocksucker I have in mind. I have to go out to make the arrangements. Leave your cell on and I'll call you later." THREE Walmart's junior department had everything I needed: skirt, blouse, sandals, padded bra, panty hose. "For my sister," I explained to Edith, the grey haired saleslady who rang up my purchases. "You forgot panties," she said sweetly. "They're on sale this week." "She doesn't wear them," I said with a smile. "Where is the cosmetics department?" I bought a whole bunch of stuff including long fake press-on nails, red nail polish and remover, temporary hair coloring that rinsed out with one shampooing, fake eye lashes, perfume, and two tubes of the cheapest brand of bright red lipstick they had. Margaret, another friendly saleslady who I'm sure was only trying to be helpful, suggested I buy a different brand, for my sister of course. A better quality lipstick that didn't wear off so quickly. "Thanks, but no. My sister doesn't mind reapplying as often as necessary. She sort off likes to leave her mark on things." Things like the fifty fraternity dicks that would be sliding between the cherry red lips of their favorite cocksucker I thought as I wandered around the store looking for the hair remover. Bright red lips to draw the eye as well as the cock was a focal point of my illusion. I bought some inexpensive costume jewelry, hair ribbons and other accessories to complete the illusion. I didn't expect Walmart to carry the final important item on my list, but I made a quick stop in the men's underwear department just to be sure. "May I help you?" My first thought was to say no thanks to Harvey, the thirty something salesman coming towards me, but something in his voice and the way he moved made me think again. "Do you carry thongs?" The salesman smile pasted on Harvey's face got a little brighter, less artificial, and his bored eyes seemed to come alive as he took a step closer. His affirmative response to my question was surprising and encouraging. "Ah, yes we do have men's thongs. For yourself?" I looked him in the eye. "Yes, for me." "I wear them too," he said, starring back. His voice barely above a whisper. "G strings, jock socks...all kinds of underwear." Now that we had pretty much established the fact that both of us were fags...pigs do not fly and straights do not wear thongs, period...I could finish my shopping. I knew exactly what I needed to wear with the panty hose to control my cock. "I'll take this one," I said, holding up a white 2(x)ist brand thong. "Good choice. Would you like to try it on? We're not supposed to, but Jesus, I'd love to see you wearing it." "It's really not necessary. I know my size." The counter shielded his hand which was gently kneading my crotch. "Please try it on." Harvey went down to his knees in the dressing room along with my pants and boxer briefs. "I've got a straight room mate, he doesn't know I'm gay yet," I said to explain the boxers. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady my self as he kissed my prick and licked my nuts and took me deep into his mouth. It had been a while since I'd been with a guy and Harvey certainly knew his business. "Oh man, you're a good cocksucker," I said when he gulped down that last of my dick and rubbed his nose in my pubic hair. "Yeah, I know," he said a moment later when he came up to breathe. "A good cocksucker, that's what all my customers tell me." I came like a stallion and he swallowed my spunk without missing a drop. My dick was bone dry when he finally released it from his mouth. Then Harvey stood up and I went down, taking his pants with me. He was wearing a black Jockey brand Micro Fiber thong which felt like silk against my cheek. "I don't have a room mate," Harvey said. "I can wear whatever I want." From his knees to his belly button, front and back, Harvey was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Not a hair on his pale white skin. I mouthed his distended pouch until it was sopping and his cock was thumping. Then traced my tongue along the thin strip of micro fiber that went under his balls, up into the hairless deep crack of his funky smelling ass, and out again where it attached to the waistband. "Not too bad yourself, pal," Harvey said when I reappeared at his straining dick. "If I had more time I'd ask you to fuck me." Harvey settled for a blow job, my finger in his ass and, after filling my mouth with a tasty load of warm cum, a vague promise to call him real soon for an underwear party. With my purchases safely stowed in the trunk, I drove out of the parking lot to find a cheap, no-tell cheaters motel that rented rooms by the hour. I checked in under my own name since I wasn't meeting anyone for an illicit heterosexual or homosexual roll in the sheets. I left an hour later, as Susan rather than Steven, called Ty from a phone booth and headed back to campus. FOUR Cocks are far more available to those on the other side of the gender fence. What I mean to say is that women, even ugly women have the inside track when it comes to getting a straight man's dick. You can't fight city hall, homophobia or human nature so that's why I learned how to use make-up and nail polish, select the right clothes, walk, talk, giggle and act like a teenage girl...a rare teenage girl who liked to suck dick. Despite the fact that I was a terrific cum swallowing, ball licking, cocksucker...I was also a fag and straight guys began to shun me once they started dating in high school. The multiple daily blow jobs in the locker room dwindled down to one or two a week. Guys lining up for a turn in my hot pussy mouth became a distant memory. Dressing and acting like a girl did wonders for my sex life. Ty, as instructed, was waiting in the lobby to escort me upstairs to our dorm room. The security guard looked pissed that a pretty white girl was being met by one of the few black guys on campus. "Hi, I'm Susan," I said in the elevator. Ty looked befuddled. "Steven sent me." He just starred at me, speechless. "You know, the cocksucker." "But, but...you're not ugly." "Gee, thanks." "No, I mean you're...you're beautiful. I was sure Steven would find some, never mind, forget it." I followed him down the hall from the elevator to our room, freshening my lipstick while he fumbled with the lock. "So you're the cocksucker?" Ty said. A less than brilliant opening line, but it warmed the cockles of my heart and the cock and balls safely tucked away in panty hose and thong. "Yes, well sort of. Steven explained the situation and I want to help you out. Shall we get started?" "Started?" Ty looked as though I'd hit him with my purse. "Ah, what do you mean?" "A blow job. I'm kind of knew at this so you'll have to teach me how to suck cock...teach me what guys like." "Oh." "And I'll have to practice...practice a lot." "Ohhhhh." "You've had lots of blow jobs, right? Be honest." Ty gulped. "No, never. I, uh, I've never been with a girl before." A virgin! Holy shit, my stud roomie was a virgin. "We'll learn together then. You just relax, take off your clothes and we'll figure it out." I sat on the bed and watched in silence until he was down to his white briefs. "Let me do that," I said, motioning him closer to the bed. I put my hands on his hips and pressed my lips against the distended crotch of his shorts, leaving a perfect impression of a pair of red lips. He'd be the envy of the floor the next time he did laundry. Then I slid them down his massive thighs to reveal his massive cock. "It's sooo big," I said, running my hands along the ebony shaft. "I've never seen a cock this big or felt one this hard. Ty, honey?" He looked down at me. "Yes, um, what's your name again?" "It's Susan, but I'd rather you call me cocksucker." Too much? Nah, I was only getting started feeding his ego before I fed on his cock. Also, Ty needed to learn that cocksucker is gender neutral. "Ty, honey?" I said again. "Yes, Su, um, cocksucker?" "May I kiss it?" "Kiss it? You wanna kiss my dick?" "I think I'm supposed to kiss it and lick it before I suck it. Your balls too, I think." I got bumped up to first class the very first time I flew in an airplane. Dom Perignon champagne and the finest beluga caviar was served, the first time I'd tasted either one. I sat six across in coach and was tossed a bag of pretzels the second time I flew. I'd been spoiled by my first experience, much the same as Tyrone Pilkington was about to be spoiled by first class head. I brought the head of his cock to my lips, teased away a shiny drop of tasty precum with the tip of my tongue, then spit polished the coal black shaft to a high shine. Ty was shaking like a leaf, breathing in gasps, he wasn't going to last long so I let him cool down for a moment before I tongue washed his hairy balls and sweaty inner thighs. His ass would have to wait for round two because he was getting close. I slid off the bed to my knees and took him into my mouth. Ty was no racist, but a white girl submissively servicing a black man from her knees stirs up a lot of old memories. A black dick in a white mouth is a huge ego booster. "Suck it," Ty said as he put his hands on my head and aggressively drew me onto his throbbing dick. "Damn this feels good, take it all, cocksucker." I took it all, angling my head to give his head an unobstructed pathway into my throat, and kept my lips tight to maximize our mutual pleasure. If he climaxed while I was helplessly impaled on his cock like this I'd miss the pleasure of his orgasm and ejaculating sperm. He'd nut in my throat and I wouldn't taste a thing. Ever the gentleman, Ty backed off when I snorted through my nose as if I couldn't breathe. Deep throat has its place in establishing a cock's dominance, but now I had room to suck Ty properly and use my tongue and bob my head until he went over the top and climaxed. Three powerful spurts of warm cum quickly filled my mouth. Thick stuff and sticky, not too salty, four stars in my loose system of grading the different flavors and textures of human sperm. I've sucked off hundreds of guys since the 8th grade, tasted and swallowed gallons of sperm. White, black, asian and hispanic guys have emptied their balls in my equal opportunity mouth so I know what I like. I made a big show of swallowing Ty's cum, smacking my lips with enjoyment and licking away the tiny drops that oozed from his slit. "Did I suck you okay, Ty honey? Was it good for you?" FIVE One week, three meetings and nine blow jobs later the cocksucker was almost ready to be introduced to the fraternity. Before that could happen though, Ty, who I feared was falling in love with me, had to learn the truth. I came out to him off campus in a no-tell motel. I checked in first and met him at the door to the darkened room wearing a halter top and my trusty thong under pink hot shorts. Ty got naked and stretched out on the bed. I crawled between his splayed legs, licked under his hairy balls, then took him deep into my mouth. "The party's tomorrow night, Susan. Fifty guys. You sure you want to go through with it?" He wouldn't call me cocksucker anymore when we had these little cock in my mouth conversations. "I know how much you like to suck my dick, how much you like it when I cum in your mouth. But jeez, Susan, going down...giving head to fifty guys?" I backed off Ty's cock and pressed it to my cheek. "I'd suck off a hundred guys for you, a thousand. They know the rules?" "Yeah, yeah. I told'em. Blow jobs only, no grabbing your tits or going for your pussy." "You've got the commitment letter?" "Yeah, Steven got his too. We deliver a cocksucker and we're in. My dad's real pleased and I owe it all to you." "You owe it all to a cocksucker, Ty. Remember that. Not me, but to a cocksucker." Ty's eyes widened when I sat up and took off my halter top and padded bra. "Remember, Ty, not me but to a cocksucker." Standing now at the foot of the bed I let the hot shorts fall to my feet and wiped the red lipstick from my lips. The bulging thong was all that remained. "A cocksucker, Ty," I said in my normal voice as I peeled away my thong. "What the...Susan? Steven!!?" "A cocksucker, Ty. A cocksucker." I crawled back between his legs and kissed his deflated cock. He stiffened quickly when I took him in my mouth, then I waited to see what he would do. "Oh, shit. Ahh, what the fuck. Suck it, Steven! Suck my dick, cocksucker." SIX Ty's still an early riser and he still showers in the morning before he puts in his contact lenses. His routine never varies, only the intensity of his morning erection which, since the successful fraternity party, starts each day with a blow job in his personal cocksucker's mouth.