Why They Do It:
For the straight male, does your girlfriend/wife know of your auto fellatio talent? How does she feel about it? . . .
Case 2 – Bobby (SWM; age 26)
Yes she knows…well she did anyway. I’ll never understand women. I hadn’t considered sucking my own dick untilshe suggested it! What happened was, she was giving me a blowjob one night, a night like any other, and as usual, she kept scraping me with her teeth. We’d been together for about six months and I had hoped she would learn better technique, but none of my coaching worked. She gave head like a Schnauzer. But, I tried to block out the irritating sensation by enjoying the suction in the moment while thinking about all the naughty things I was gonna do to her later. So she’s down there bobbing and weaving on my 8-inch pole when one of her pointier teeth snagged my meat. It actually hurt enough that I yelped like a kicked puppy.
“Sorry, baby,” she cooed while jacking me off. I growled, but tried to shrug it off because she was, if nothing else, an exceptionally good fuck. She went back to work, licking my shiny, wet, pink pecker while fondling my big hairy nutsack. I was on a futon and she was on her knees in front of me, and while she was slurping away, I got a sudden itch on my ankle that had to be addressed. I leaned over and reached down gently, trying not to disturb her rhythm. As I bent forward, our heads almost knocked together. She looked at me and gasped.
“Wow, baby!” she said in her dirty little sex whore voice. “Look at that!”
“Look at what?” Our cheeks were against each other, and she drew my attention to the fact that I was only a few inches away from my own dick. What was the big deal? My face is down there every time I tie my shoe. I’m a wiry kinda guy and have always been very pliable. But she had something else in mind besides scratching an itch. “Look at how flexible and bendy you are, skinny boy!” she purred as she gave my dick a few licks that gave me the shivers. “I’ll bet you could suck your own dick, baby!”
I reacted as, I assume, most straight guys would react, with a startled face and an expression of huh?
“Why would I want to do that?” I said with a dismissive chuckle. But then time stopped, and for the first moment in all of my 26 years, I gave thought to the subject of auto fellatio. Mind you, I’m a heterosexual, so the thought of doing what my girlfriend was doing to my penis was really, really not something that fit into my sexual scheme of things. But when she said what she said, and when I said why would I want to do that … a perverted little voice spoke up somewhere inside me and whispered into my ear, “Because she’s lousy at it and you could probably do it better.”Then I’m thinking, yeah I probably could reach it, but wouldn’t that make me a…
“What?” I said as I jumped a bit.
“I said, come here. Try it, baby.” I didn’t know what to say or do. My girlfriend is asking me to try sucking my own cock. That’s just…weird. But that voice kept telling me over and over that I could do it like I really wanted it to be done. “Come on, honey,” she pressed once more. “Let’s try it together. This could be super hot!” It seemed crazy, but I was a little high and a little drunk, it was late at night, and the power of suggestion is mightily effective on me when I’m in that duh zone.
She took hold of my dick at the base and squeezed it to death, making my meat tall, proud, and stiffer than steel. As she ran her tongue up and down the shaft, I gingerly moved my face toward hers, my mouth poised directly over the tip of my dick. I stared at it for a moment, breathing heavily, feeling a little sick and confused, but hard nevertheless. The curiosity was inevitable. Besides, nobody was lookin’. So I cast all thoughts aside, stuck my tongue out and gave my dickhead a quick lick, so quick I didn’t know if I’d even made contact.
“Come on,” she cooed. “Lick it with me.” Before I knew it, we were both licking all over the head of my dick, our tongues slathering over each other and wads of spit running down my piece. The sensation of two tongues, one of them being my own, was…incredible. When her tongue worked on me, it felt great enough. But when my tongue did the licking, every nerve in my body seemed to respond as if I were being sexually electrocuted. And while all this is happening, I realized how effortless it was, how my neck and back weren’t the least bit strained. And then I knew that I could probably do what she couldn’t…take my horse cock down all the way.
“Don’t be shy, baby. It’s yours. It’s okay. I wanna see you suck it.” Well, how could I refuse my girl’s wish? I didn’t know how I was going to feel about this later, but the whiskey in my system said: “What the fuck, Sparky. Suck yourself like you got a pair.” I nervously opened my mouth wide and slowly descended, wrapping my lips around my thick member, consuming it in my mouth, sealing it with a vacuum, sliding down and down until my entire rigid penis was deep inside my mouth and throat. And then I sucked. My God, I could have squirted my babies right there in that instant. It felt sooooo good. I had been right. I knew how to suck it like nobody else did.
“Wow! Look at you go,” my girl cheered while she clapped, giggled and felt herself up. But I didn’t need any more cheering. Once I had that bad boy deep inside my mouth-pussy, there was no stopping me. I started sucking myself with great intensity, sliding up and down with fast and precise rhythm, and moaning from the pleasure that I was giving myself. My girl brought her face up close and licked my balls and shaft, as much as she could anyway because I wasn’t sharing anymore. It was mine. All mine.
“Let me have some,” she said in a pouty voice. Reluctantly, I withdrew my dick from my mouth and let her have a go, and naturally, she immediately scraped me and her suction skills were vastly inferior to mine. We both licked and suckled on my dick, but I was anxious to get it back into my mouth, deep and wet and full. I couldn’t stand the waiting, so I nudged her out of the way and went back to town on myself, this time sucking faster and deeper as my body contorted in supreme satisfaction at the oral heaven I was delivering to myself. And at that moment, I knew that what was happening was a mistake. Not for me, but for her.
“Bobby! Come on, let me have some!” I wasn’t gonna let her near it; a man possessed. I scooched down, put my hands under my legs and started fucking myself in the mouth, ramming and jamming my meat into my face like a violent stabbing. With every thrust I grunted like a wounded animal (a wounded animal with its mouth full, that is). Never in my life had I received a blow job like this, and I was determined to go all the way without interference. But now my girl was staring at me incredulously, her arms crossed, her face locked in an irritable scowl as she watched me with what was no longer erotic fascination, but jealousy and resentment. Surely she could tell from the noises I was making that I was a far better cocksucker than she was. This no doubt pierced her right in the heart. But that wasn’t my problem. If she hadn’t been a scraper, and if she hadn’t asked me to try sucking myself, this would never have happened. She asked for it!
It was probably only a couple more minutes of deep throating myself until, without warning, a huge wave of deadly orgasmic pleasure shot through me, sending an enormous thick and gooey glob of cum to the back of my mouth, hitting my tonsils and slowly draining downward. Then another blast, and another, and another until my mouth was a living reservoir of semen splashing out of my lips and splattering everything nearby, including my now totally angry girlfriend. I drank it all, and then I licked up everything that had slipped out. I had finally met my match, and it was me all along.
As I licked the last drops of myself from my fingers and collapsed back onto the futon, I suddenly felt a hard little fist against my left shoulder. “You fucking bastard!” she screamed with bitter bile. “I can’t believe what you just did!”
“Huh?” I said as if waking from a dream. “Umm, you wanted me to do it. So what, now that I did it, and did it good, you’re pissed off? What the fuck?”
“What are you?!!” she yelled as she jumped to her feet and shook a finger at me. “Some kind of faggot?!! I thought you liked girls! Now after six months of investing myself in you, I find out you’re a lousy cocksucker?”
I contemplated her words for a moment. Yes, I did like girls. Loved them very much. I couldn’t possibly give up the victory of the vagina. And when I considered whether sucking cock was a natural function for me, I immediately answered no, not out of fear or denial, but an honest assessment of my own sexuality. I was definitely a hetero boy who loves his bitches. Fucking or sucking other dudes just wasn’t right for me. But sucking my own dick, well, it’s just masturbation, isn’t it? Jacking off my dick doesn’t make me a homo, so why should sucking it make me a homo if I’m able to do it? I decided that it didn’t make me anything but who I already was, and I had this ungrateful snotty little bitch to thank for it.
“No, I’m not a faggot, Sally. If I were, I’d tell you. But apparently, I do like to take it in the face. Thanks to you, I don’t have any hang-ups about it. And, since you introduced me to…well…to myself, what can I say. I discovered a talent I never knew I had. Thanks, baby.”
“You’re a sick fuck! You’re a…a…a FRUIT! A big FRUIT!” At the moment I thought her head was going to pop off, she turned her back on me, playing the pouty routine and no doubt thinking that I would comfort her and tell her I would never do it again. Pffft! Fat fucking chance.
“Tell ya what, Sally. If you ever learn how to suck dick without taking the skin off, come back and see me. Until then, I’m gonna do it myself because I know how it should be done. In fact,” I said with my naughtiest of grins, “I’m gonna do it again right now because it felt so fucking good. So if you don’t wanna watch, make like a tree and leave.”
And that was the end of a relationship that was otherwise forgettable. Since that time, I’ve definitely embraced my auto fellatio skills and practice it two to three times every day. It doesn’t interfere with my hetero sex life, and some chicks really dig it. It’s the ones who have low self esteem that can’t handle it or think I’m a closet case. But good girls can respect a selfsucker, and those are the girls for me.
And now, back to my regularly scheduled selfing.
It all started when I was 12 years old, that delicate year when I started figuring out that I could play with that strange hardness in my pants and make it squirt white stuff. Of course, the first few months of masturbation, there was no white stuff at all, so when I had my first official launch of semen, I thought I was dying. "Oh my God! What’s coming out of my dick?!!" Didn’t we all experience that terror? After I realized that something which felt so good couldn’t possibly be a bad thing, I got over my fear that my penis was defective and started jacking off three or four times daily. It went up to five or six times a day when I found some dirty mags in my grandpa’s attic, including an old hardback book of The Happy Hooker complete with detailed illustrations. Even at that age, I knew women held nothing for me, so I blocked them out of the imagery and focused on the men.
At some point during my 12th or 13th year, a wacky notion occurred to me. I was playing with my wee little winkie in wonderment when I suddenly questioned myself as to whether I could lick it. There wasn’t really anything erotic going on; it was just a curiosity. So, in a seated position, I leaned my head down, stuck out my tongue, and went for it. I was able to lick the head of my boy-dick, and once I confirmed such, that was that. I didn’t gain any particular thrill from it nor did I think it was some great achievement...at that time, anyway. I didn’t think about selfsucking again until I hit 19 when, on one cloudy, lonely day, I flashed back to that time that I licked my peewee. I was struck by the memory and, naturally, wondered if I could still do it seven years later. Though I was a pretty thin and lanky guy at 19, I was unable to get my tongue to my dick as I had those years before. I was immediately bothered by this lack of success. At that moment, I became determined to train myself to be able to reach my dick and fully suck on at least the head. I had no idea what kind of lofty goal I had set for myself, nor did I know the madcap hilarity that was ahead of me in pursuing my obsession. None of the events that followed seemed hilarious at the time they occurred, but they sure do now as I recall this comedy of errors.
Most of my 19th year consisted of a very light but focused schedule. My days were consumed with college and the pursuit of a lucrative career in engineering. At night, it was all about pursuing my secret naughty ambition to suck my own dick. I went out and bought every porno I could find that featured auto fellatio; there were not very many. Watching dudes suck their own dicks became the hottest thing imaginable to me. While most of the guys featured in the videos were uglier than a poodle’s ass, their cocks were magnificent and their skills were amazing. There were evenings when I shot anywhere from three to seven loads from watching the same scenes over and over, timing it so I would cum at the same moment the performers came in the videos. I observed their techniques, the positions, and the powerful sense of freedom and pleasure that these guys clearly gained when making love to themselves. There was no question that I was obsessed with selfsuckers. I wanted to be one of them, like joining a league of super heroes who were revered and honored for their talents. Unfortunately, my body and my soul were not on the same page.
The first position I tried was the same position I did when I was a kid. I didn’t even come close. I must have looked like a fool, sitting there with my arms under my legs, pulling myself down, my tongue sticking out and wagging in desperation toward my dick that was shrinking from the discomfort. It wasn’t long until my lower back sent a message to my brain that went something like, "If you don’t stop bending in this position, your spinal cord is going to snap like a twig, ya dummy". Angry at my failure, I didn’t try again for a few weeks, but I kept watching those pornos and aspiring. The next position I tried was the ole up and over approach. There I was on my bed, my back braced against the headboard, my legs sticking straight into the air. When I attempted to even myself out and get my dick dangling over my face, my entire body screamed in pain...and guess what? I was locked in a position from which I couldn’t break. I must have laid there for an hour with my legs over my head and my back cracking from the pressure, but each time I attempted to unfold, searing blasts of pain hit me in every nerve.
With little choice, I called to my roommate who was in the front room of our two-bedroom apartment. It was difficult enough explaining to him why I was in such a strange position, why I was naked, and why I couldn’t break the leg-lock. But when he actually had to grab my legs and bring me down before I snapped in half, oh my God that was embarrassing. Sure, he was gay, too, and he understood what was going on so that he didn’t judge me too harshly, but I knew he was immediately going to tell every fruit loop on campus that he had to help his freaky roommate get untwisted from trying to suck his own dick. Oh, the agony.
After walking with a John Wayne swagger for the next couple of days, once I felt my body was back to reasonably functional order, I tried the next position. Do you ever have moments in life when you’re convinced that you are the stupidest person on the face of not only Earth, but every planet in this and every other conceivable galaxy? Yeah. Well, I saw this video in which a guy more or less rolled himself into a ball by putting his feet behind his head so that his ass and crotch were close to his face. I had seen contortionists do this sort of thing in carnivals, so I got the basic idea. I figured since I had been performing stretching exercises for weeks and was doing my best to keep limber, surely I could get myself into this position. If I could get my feet behind my head, I was certain I could reach my dick. With 8.5 inches and a long tongue, I believed that success was merely millimeters away. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Approximately two hours later, I reached to the telephone on the nightstand next to my bed and dialed a call that painted me green with shame. I had managed to get myself into the position I wanted, but I still couldn’t reach my dick. I was livid! There were still at least two inches of distance between my mouth and cock, a gap that I simply could not bridge. Unfortunately, once I discovered that pending success was not gonna happen, I realized once again that I was stuck. I tried to pull my legs out from behind my head, but my knees caterwauled in pain and my back was again in unbelievable turmoil. There was no way I could unwrap myself without fear of damaging my spine to the point that I’d be laid up for weeks. I actually became a little scared, and with no other ideas, I telephoned the on-call campus nurse who arrived at my apartment a few minutes after my lame explanation of what ailed me.
I instructed the nurse to come right in without knocking. Let me tell ya, when I saw the look on her face as she walked into my bedroom and looked at my predicament, I felt incredibly retarded. "Oh my," said the nurse. Apparently unable to control herself, she burst into uproarious laughter, bracing herself against the wall for support. Instinctively, I too broke into laughter even though I was dying inside. After a solid minute of chuckles, the nurse wiped the tears from her eyes and uttered a resounding motherly tsk tsk tsk! "Don’t worry," she said gently. "This isn’t the first time I’ve had to help with this sort of...thing."
"Really?" I said in stupefaction. "You’re kidding."
"Nope. If you think you’re the first horny college student who tried getting at himself and ended up like a pile of broken furniture, you are way mistaken." This gave me a sense of relief, but not much. I still felt like an idiot. Somehow, the nurse knew exactly how to unwrap me, and she did it with such kindness and care that I felt no pain or discomfort at all. It was as if she sprinkled some magic dust onto me to soothe my creaking bones. As soon as I was in a moveable position, I grabbed a robe and thanked her repeatedly for her understanding. Much to my surprise, she wasn’t quite done yet.
"Ya know, if you’re really serious about it, you could take a Yoga class. I hear that it does wonders for what you’re trying to do."
"How do you know so much about it?" I asked in amazement at the fact that I was talking to a forty-something frumpy nurse about selfsucking, and it seemed to bother her not in the least.
"Well, my ex-husband was a selfsucker." My jaw dropped. "Imagine my surprise when I came home early one day and found him on the floor with his legs behind his head and his penis between his lips."
"That must have been quite a shock."
"Oh yes, it was. But I found it rather interesting, so I encouraged him to keep it up. It became a regular part of our sex life. Well, until I found him screwing the neighbor’s Schnauzer. I drew the line there."
"Ewwww," I moaned. "He was porking the dog?"
"Yep. I later found out that he’d poked nearly every pooch on the block. It was revolting."
My mind was swimming with questions, for I had never spoken to someone about auto fellatio, and somehow talking to a woman about it seemed comfortable. The embarrassment had completely left me. "So, if you don’t mind my asking, did your ex-husband have any trouble doing it? I mean..."
"Not really. He had a very flexible body and kept in shape, so it wasn’t much of a challenge for him. But for most, I guess it’s damn near impossible, even for the skinny boys. As for you, you need to be careful, young man. Humpty Dumpty can only be put back together again so many times until there’s nothing left but broken eggshells."
"I can’t stop," I said with a touch of shame returning. "I’m obsessed. I have to achieve my goal or I can’t live with myself."
"Isn’t that a little extreme? Surely it’s not the most important thing in the world."
"Oh yes it is. Yes it is indeed. In fact, I won’t have sex with another person until I achieve my goal. And if I can’t do it, then perhaps I’ll remain a virgin." I could see the surprise in the nurse’s eyes at the revelation that I was a virgin. I was a bit surprised myself. It was a commitment I had made to myself when I started exploring auto fellatio. Until I knew how to suck my own dick, I wasn’t going to suck someone else’s, nor would I let them suck mine. I was on a path that had no room for deviation. As I stated it and heard the words, I realized how ridiculous it sounded, but there it was. I’ve never been one to change my mind once the die has been cast.
"Well, that’s unique," said the nurse with a smile. "But please be careful, alright? You could seriously injure yourself, and we don’t want that."
"I’ll do my best. Thank you so much for saving me. I’m horribly embarrassed."
"Don’t be. I’ve seen worse. Last week I had to pull a beer bottle out of a guy’s rectum. And the week before that I had to remove a...well, never mind."
"I seem to be accident-prone where acrobatics are concerned. Nothing I try works."
"Maybe you just haven’t found the right magic yet."
"Magic, schmagic. I’m cursed. I’ve had one failure after another. One time when I was angrily desperate, I thought maybe if I put a rubber tube on my dick that was long enough to get to my mouth, I could suck on the tube and the suction would give me the illusion that I was sucking my own dick." I thought the nurse might turn a shade of red, but she didn’t. She seemed somewhat uncomfortable, but not terribly. "You know what happened instead? I sucked so hard that I choked on my own air and spit, went into a nasty coughing spell and then threw up all over myself. Another time I was propped up against a wall with my dick aimed toward my face to see if I could give myself a good facial. Instead, I shot a huge blob right into my left eye and I couldn’t see out of it for two hours. Felt like someone shot hydrochloric acid into my eyeball."
"Sounds like you’ve had quite the escapades. I hope it works out for you." The nurse abruptly turned to leave my apartment, but I sensed a hesitation. She paused in mid-step and turned back around. I could see the contemplation on her face, as if she wasn’t quite sure she should say anything further. She then sighed heavily and looked me right in the eye. "Look, it’s none of my business, but you seem like such a nice and genuine fellow, and I’d like to help."
"Help?" The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I pictured this charming but completely female creature putting her hands on my privates. "Ummm, er...what do you mean?"
She must have seen the terror on my face. She cackled sadistically and waved a hand through the air. "Don’t worry, hun. Nothing like that."
"If you’re really having a lot of trouble trying to...ummm...you know...do that, then it probably means your body just isn’t meant for it. As much as we’d like to believe that we can do anything we set our minds to, it isn’t always true. A midget will never be a good pole vaulter, and an amputee can’t play the piano unless he uses his nose. You know what I mean?"
"Sure, but you don’t understand. I must do this. Like I said, it’s pretty much life or death."
"Oh come now. You don’t really mean that."
The nurse shook her head and looked at the floor. "Well, I suspect you’ve got a long and painful road ahead of you...unless..." Again, a look of hesitation and uncertainty washed over the nurse’s face. It seemed like there was something she wanted to say, but every time she came close, her mouth closed to keep the flies in.
"Is there something on your mind?" I asked, breaking the silence and putting her on the spot.
"Well...yes, yes there is." The nervousness was replaced by confidence and conviction as the nurse reached into her pocket, took out a tiny pad and pencil and wrote something down. She tore off the paper and handed it to me. On it was a street address.
"What’s your name?" the nurse asked me. For a moment, I acknowledged the absurdity of the situation, the fact that this woman had just untangled me from my naked self, yet we hadn’t bothered to exchange identities.
"I like you, Dylan, and that’s why I’m giving you this tip. Go to that address and ask for Anton Lim."
"Lim. Dr. Lim, actually. He’s an herbalist, a follower of what is considered traditional medicine. You know, Chinese herbs and so forth."
I stared at the address in my hand and snickered. "Oh. One of those naturopathic healers, huh?"
"Something like that, but believe me, he’s not typical. I’m concerned that you’re going to damage yourself if you continue getting into those positions. You don’t have the back for it. I don’t want you to end up in a body cast. So please, go see Dr. Lim. He has what you’re looking for."
"Has what I’m looking for? What do you mean?"
The nurse smiled and winked at me as she headed for the front door. "Just go see him as soon as possible. My ex-husband recommended him highly to everyone he knew, and nobody was ever disappointed after a visit."
"Well, no disrespect, nursie, but I don’t have a lot of faith in herb healers. I think it’s a crock."
"I understand, but trust me on this. He has what you need. My ex said that after one visit to Dr. Lim, he could deep throat himself without an ounce of pain."
My eyes glazed over as I pictured myself in the middle of an empty black room, hanging from a sling, my legs straight in the air and my head frantically bobbing up and down in my crotch. I could feel my balls tighten as I continued picturing this portrait of heaven, me sucking myself off until gallons of cum filled my mouth and coated my stomach. Oh God...the anticipation. Remembering that I wasn’t alone, I shook off the image, cleared my throat and smiled at the nurse.
"I’ll go right away. I must."
"Good boy," said the nurse with another of her characteristic winks.
"Wow," I said incredulously. "You are a very special and understanding woman."
The nurse snickered as she put her hand on the door knob and turned. "What makes you think I’m a woman?"
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
The Boy Who Couldn’t Reach Part 2
Last time, we met Dylan who recalled his 19th year when he became obsessed with learning how to suck his own dick. Dylan is a smooth and skinny lad with dark brown eyes, a short buzzed cut of black hair, a tattoo of red ink blazed across his chest with a unique sexual slogan entitled Horn On!, an 8.5-inch schlonger, and a set of cum-filled balls that never seem to drain. though he’s a beautiful boy with better parts than an ole reliable Buick, he has remained a virgin, determined to satisfy himself before he will experience sex with another person. His journey has been long and troubled.
After repeated failed attempts at auto fellatio and several embarrassing situations that caused him great humiliation, Dylan finally met a charming middle-aged nurse who unraveled him from a severely contorted position and offered him a solution. She gave him the address of one Dr. Anton Lim, a Chinese herbalist who purportedly has magical solutions for magical needs. though skeptical, Dylan took the advice and thanked her profusely. Our story continues...
"Wow", I said incredulously. "You are a very special and understanding woman."
the nurse snickered as she put her hand on the door knob and turned. "What makes you think I’m a woman?"
I raised one eyebrow and stared at her blankly. Did I hear that right? "Errr....whuuuuut?"
the nurse threw her head back and chortled mischievously. "Just kidding!" Enjoying herself thoroughly, she apologized. "I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist. I love keeping people on their toes. Don’t worry, hun. No trannies here. Hehe."
"thank fucking Christ for that!" I bellowed, a firm anti-supporter of cross-dressers.
"Now," said the nurse. "I suggest you go see Dr. Lim right away. But, I just want to tell you one more thing."
"Well..." there was that damned hesitation again. the nurse seemed rather conflicted, as if she shouldn’t be saying anything, but couldn’t help it because she empathized with my problem. "Do you have an addictive personality?"
"I don’t think so," I said without giving it much thought. "I mean, I’m not much of a drinker and my drug tastes are pretty mild. Why do you ask?"
"Just be careful," said the nurse with a nervous twitch. She then turned on her heels and exited my apartment, leaving me there in the middle of the room to question what the hell she had been fishing for. Naturally curious and excited at the idea that this Dr. Lim could help me, I dressed myself in a rush of giddy anticipation. though I was still somewhat skeptical, I couldn’t help getting revved up at the possibilities. the nurse’s final question did leave a cloud over me, however. What did she mean?
Within minutes, I was standing in front of a tiny shop front on the outskirts of town. From the outside, the place looked like a crack house. I peeked through the window of the door but couldn’t see anything. With no patience and nothing to lose, I grabbed the door knob and stepped inside. I was greeted by three jingle bells on the door which announced visitors. the place was infinitely small and couldn’t have been more than 30 X 30 in size. the walls were covered with shelves holding a massive variety of herbal products, everything from something to make you sleep to something to make you dance to something to make you fly. I was beginning to wonder if these colored little boxes contained herbs or narcotics.
Continuing my surveyance, I saw a wooden counter that covered the length of the east side of the shop. On its front was a glass display case. It, too, was loaded with herbal products, teas and potions and so forth. When I took a wider look around myself, I realized that everything, and I mean everything, was coated with dust. It looked like a soul hadn’t set foot in this store in years. I then noticed a slight odor of must mixed with...I don’t know what the other odor was. It actually smelled a bit like semen, but that could have been my horny imagination. As I began to consider that I was standing in nothing more than a dump that should have been condemned, I felt a gust of air on my back side. I’m not sure where the fuck he came from, but there was this dude standing behind me with open arms and a big fat grin.
"Greetings, young one!" said the tiny man of Asian descent. He was dressed in a gray smock of sorts. His head was shaved clean as was his face, and his nose held a pair of thick-lensed glasses. though he looked like he was probably in his sixties, there was a youth in his face that was remarkable. I suspect he was much older than he looked.
"Are you Dr. Lim?" I asked timidly. I handed him the note given to me by the nurse. He recognized the name of the nurse’s husband and let go with a tremendously loud bout of laughter. Don’t call me a bigot, but I do have to say that the guy seemed kind of like a movie cliche of Asians, like how Mickey Rooney portrayed the culture back in the sixties, or Benny Hill’s Chinese weatherman character who always said, "Good evering, everybloody. It’s fleezing outside, it’s fleezing!" I felt guilty thinking such thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. It made me laugh. Regardless of his appearance, he spoke flawless English and seemed sharp.
"Ah, so you were recommended to me?"
"Yes, sir. A friend...well, sort of a friend, she told me that you’ve had many very satisfied customers with a problem like mine."
"Let’s just see what that problem is. Give me your hand, please." I nervously extended my hand which Dr. Lim took in both of his and held tightly. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. It appeared that he was attempting to read my mind, or my condition, and it was kinda laughable. I found myself repressing a giggle. Somehow, the good doctor sensed it. He opened his eyes and returned my hand to me.
"I have what you need," he said confidently with a smile.
"Do ya now," I said facetiously. "But, you don’t even know what I need."
"Certainly I do. It is written all over your soul."
"Err..." I glanced around the store filled with dust bunnies and cob webs. "Business is slow, huh? I’m sorry, but this seems a little silly. You’re a real doctor?"
"I am a doctor of the human condition, my young confused friend. Don’t fret. You shall have what you need in glorious abundance."
I was about two seconds from walking out the door and writing off Dr. Lim as a freak with delusions of psychic ability. But then he said something that made me pee in my pants just a little bit. "You can’t afford anymore compromising positions. Your back is brittle and weak. You cannot achieve what you wish on your own. Your human shell won’t permit it. But I...I can permit it, and permit it forever."
"Permit what?" I said with a touch of frustration. "How do you know anything? Who are you, Yoda of the chinks?" the racial slur slipped without a thought, and I immediately felt like the world’s biggest shitheel with the ghost of my bigoted grandfather laughing over head. But Dr. Lim didn’t blink. Instead, he laughed.
"Funny! Funny indeed. Yoda of the chinks. I’ll remember that." While I began sweating with shame, Dr. Lim reached into his pocket and pulled out a two-inch long glass vial containing a bright green liquid with flakes of I-don’t-know-what floating in it. "You are a skeptical young man, and I understand it. It is natural. I never sell anyone my products without a guarantee that they will be satisfied. this I offer to you as a sample. You may take this sample and, if it delivers what you seek, then you may have the option of purchasing a regular supply."
the doctor extended his hand to me, and I took the vial. I held it up toward the light and shrugged my shoulders. "What’s in this?"
"You wouldn’t be able to pronounce the ingredients, but be assured that all of the correct elements are present. But let us not waste another moment questioning your suspension of disbelief. Behind me is a door which leads to an area not of bricks and wood, but of emotions and sensations. You are to drink this sample, then walk through the door and experience the proof you desire. You will notice just a few yards to this door’s left is another door from which you will exit after your experience. Upon exiting that door, you may proceed with full departure free of charge. If, however, you discover what you seek, then negotiations may open for a regular business relationship. Any questions?"
I ogled the dirty wooden door with peeling paint and wondered if two thugs named Vinnie were waiting on the other side with plans to take my wallet. then I wondered if Dr. Lim had some sort of dungeon behind that door in which he trapped innocent dumb Americans to submit them to horrible medical experiments. Or, maybe it was the gateway to Hell. Anything was possible, and I therefore had nothing to lose. Free was free. I only hoped that the green stuff in that there vial didn’t give me the shits.
"Well," I said dismissively. "What the hell. Bottoms up!" I removed the lid from the vial, threw my head back and chugged. Dr. Lim collected the empty vial from me and put a warm hand on my shoulder.
"Now, go through the door, my excitable friend. Behind it you will find a world which opens up to you and your whims. But be warned. Once you have passed through this zone, you will never again be the same man. Are you willing to accept this risk?"
"Too late now, buddy," I said with a snicker. "I already drank the sauce. Now let’s go." the good doctor stepped aside and theatrically waved an arm toward the door like a circus ringmaster. I had just become a living episode of the X Files.
I stepped through the door and it slammed boisterously behind me, leaving me in blackness. I couldn’t see a thing, but that odor I had detected earlier was much, much stronger. It was the smell of freshly drained cum mixed with sweat and spit...all of my favorite fluids in one sweet fragrance. My dick stirred in my shorts at the hypnotic and powerful scent, and my legs began to move without instruction from my brain. It felt as though my hardening dick was leading the way into the blackness. My feet carried me down a set of stairs. How I could walk down them steadily without being able to see a goddamn thing was beyond my comprehension. It was a long staircase. I kept walking and walking and walking, my dick getting bigger and harder along the way, so hard in fact that it was starting to hurt. When I arrived at the bottom of the staircase, my legs turned right and approached a hallway that had slivers of light shining here and there. It looked rather ominous, but my legs and my cock were in complete control of my body’s motion. I began to feel a little woozy, but it wasn’t bad.
I was now in a narrow hall which contained several glass booths. It began to feel like I was visiting an insane asylum. these booths looked like prison cells lining each side of the hall. Within the cells were overhead fluorescent lighting, and there appeared to be no visible doors leading into or out of them. there was also an audio speaker mounted on the exterior of each booth. Again, this was either a looney bin or Death Row. I wasn’t sure which. then I heard a noise that was increasing in volume. As I floated down the hall, feeling lighter and lighter in my steps, I was drawn toward the noise.
After passing three or four empty booths, I discovered the source of the noise. Now, I know this sounds completely stupid, but I’m not kidding. What I saw got me so overwhelmed with excitement that my dick literally popped out of my pants. I don’t remember unzipping my fly or pulling it from my underwear, yet it burst out like a hatching alien from a human host. When I looked down at it, it seemed to look much bigger than usual (as if nearly nine inches wasn’t enough). I was beginning to wonder what exactly those "elements" were within the concoction Dr. Lim had convinced me to drink. It was all starting to feel rather like an LSD trip, but this was the least of my concerns at that moment. I was much more interested in the creature in the glass booth ahead of me.
In the booth was a young black dude, probably in his late teens or early twenties. He was extremely tall and lean and had perhaps the longest and thickest horse cock I had ever seen...and he was sucking on it. My mouth opened as wide as an airplane hangar while I watched this dark-skinned beauty service himself. It was unreal. He was standing very close to the glass, his body tilting backwards just slightly as his tongue ran up and down his enormous tootsie roll. God, it was breathtaking. I could hear every wet breath through the speaker, every moan of pleasure. this dude was sucking himself off good, everything from tongue-teasing to full deep throat action. At one point he took both of his balls in his mouth and sucked on them like cough drops, then returned to that huge squishy mushroom head of his dick and began munching on it. It was driving me crazy, and I thought I was going to lose my mind when he stopped for a moment and looked directly into my eyes. the expression in those eyes was devastating. He was in a trance of some sort, mesmerized by his own dick meat, content to stand in a tiny glass booth all by himself and suck on his wiener for the rest of time.
My legs began moving away from my black beauty, but I fought it. I wanted to see more! Regardless, my legs carried me to the next booth as I felt all of my senses heightening. What I heard grew louder. What I saw drew sharper in focus, and the tingling sensations my body was experiencing were beyond belief. In the next booth was a gorgeous little blonde covered with tats, spiky hair, nipple rings, and a set of dick-sucking lips of which even s would be jealous. the boy noticed me and winked as he licked on his own dickhead. He was rolled into a ball, his legs behind his head, sucking on his boy-meat with feverish animal passion. I put my hand on the glass, wishing I could reach through it and touch him. I then turned my head to look into a booth on the other side of the hall.
I instantly drifted toward the next fantastic display of self love. this one was an androgynous but stunning young dude with a monster uncut dick. He was standing like the black dude, but he had a rhythm and style all his own. He seemed to be dancing to inaudible music, his hips grinding into his face as he deep throated himself. My whole body shuddered when the dude screamed from within a mouth full of cock and a sudden explosion of boy-goo came pouring out of his mouth. I could even hear the splash as gallons of cum hit the floor and washed over it like a flood. I looked down at my own dick to see rivers of pre-cum oozing, but I was too amazed to even think about touching it yet. I just kept moving from booth to booth, and in every one of them was something to behold.
Seven or eight booths later, my shock grew when I discovered a boy who looked much like someone I had once adored during a schoolboy crush. He was one of those types who is almost too pretty, yet you can’t resist him. But there was more to him than a pretty face. I shook my head with disbelief, but I couldn’t deny what I was seeing. the boy had two dicks, and he was taking turns sucking them both. Seated on a wooden chair with his legs spread, he licked one dick which was probably a good 9 or 10 inches, then licked the other one, an exact duplicate. A boy with two dicks who could suck on them. this blew my mind, and in the next booth were a set of twin boys totally making love to each other with lots of selfsucking thrown in. I was in a house of forbidden, shameful male desires. It felt like home.
As I stood there absorbing the slurpy sounds of twenty or more selfsucking studs, the waves of sensation in my body took a swift turn to Heaven. It was as if every molecule in my flesh became an enflamed penis. My body began to writhe and twitch in a massive swell of orgasm. Just like my legs had taken their own will to move, my back became as malleable as rubber, and I found my myself leaning forward, my body folding effortlessly in half, until my throbbing, dripping boner was poking me in the nose.
"Oh...my...God..." With masculine force, I took hold of my cock at the base, opened my mouth, and slid my lips over it, down, down, down until my balls slapped my chin. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My body did all the work while my mind intertwined itself with a thousand confused questions as to how my stiff, breakable body had become a vessel of fluid motion. there I was, going down on myself maniacally, sucking, licking, biting, screaming. It felt as amazing as I knew it would. the taste of my own dick was exhilarating, that salty sweaty flavor mixed with pre-cum. It was obvious that my body had decided that the sucking was not going to stop until I came in my mouth. I would offer no objection to this goal, so I kept it up, and soon my screams and moans of narcissistic passion accompanied the moaning and wailing of all those horny boys within their glass booths. When I felt the head of my dick expand in my mouth, I knew it was coming. I could feel the veins in my forehead virtually popping out of my skin as a shade of dark red covered me and my balls launched.
"I’m gonna do it, boys!" I yelled to all of the beautiful subjects who had proudly demonstrated the power of self love to me. "I’m gonna swallow my own cum! Here it is!" When the flood gates opened, the flow of cum was astronomical. I locked my lips tightly and drank it all down while my emotions swarmed with intense feelings for my own manhood. My mind kept saying to itself over and over, "My God, I’m cumming in my own mouth...I’m cumming in my own fucking mouth..." At the moment that the well was pumped dry, I suddenly found my body moving again, and this angered me. I wasn’t finished yet, Goddammit!
Like a flash of lightning had blinded and transported me, I found myself approaching a door, and I panicked. My God, no!! Don’t let this end! But nothing could stop my legs. I was merely a guest on a guided tour, and moments later I found myself standing back in the very spot where I had met Dr. Lim moments earlier. It seemed like hours ago but had probably been just a few minutes. I turned around and reached for the door, but found no knob or means of entrance to return to that selfsucking sanctuary. As frustrating anger threatened to mutate, the good doctor waved an understanding hand at me.
"I know, I know," he said with a laugh. "You want to go back in. But I’m sorry, the free tours must be brief, otherwise I would go out of business."
As I sighed and put my dick back into my pants, my mind was swimming with the images and sounds I had just experienced. Were all those guys real? Was it my imagination? Did it matter? "How much?" I asked nervously, fishing in my pockets and thinking about what I could sell to get a lifetime membership to Dr. Lim’s dungeon of dirty boys. "Whatever it is, it’s not enough."
Dr. Lim laughed hysterically. "Ah, so it would appear your skepticism has left you. Very good."
"Was all that real? I mean, my God. Am I hallucinating? I feel like I’m tripping."
"I assure you, it is not the doing of any man-made drug. It is herbal magic that makes real what is necessary to be real for the individual seeking the impossible."
"Whatever it is, I want it."
"Of course. You will find that this particular potion, when taken in proper intervals, keeps you happy in all regards. Shall we talk price? I have a sliding scale to accommodate all walks of financial life."
"Lay it on me."
"Excellent. However, I must warn you, young man, there is a significant risk of addiction."
"Addiction to herbs? So what. How bad can it be?"
"there are consequences if you lose your grasp on moderation and practicality. I will explain this to you further when we conclude our business, but please be warned that, as with everything, there are dangers involved."
"Danger can suck the shit outta my ass. Let’s make a deal, Yoda-saan."
Amidst the uncontrollable and obsessive excitement that I was experiencing, there was no room to consider the good doctor’s warnings. I didn’t care. I would soon discover that I had just begun a disturbing trek down a path of addiction that would cost me much more than the nickles and dimes Dr. Lim would be taking from my pocket. the desire to love myself in the most intimate ways possible was about to challenge everything I knew and believed, and the Devil himself was in the neighborhood...