whisper as the night started to close in. I put my collar around my ears, trying to ward off the fog starting to roll in.
Then, as I started to move on, the click of my heels was accompanied by a soft squishing noise. I stopped, cursing that I had probably stepped on some dog shit.
But when I looked, my shoes were clean. And, besides, the squishing was in the air again and I wasn't moving.
It wasn't coming from the sidewalk or the street. I looked toward the building on my left as the only alternative source. I hadn't noticed it before, but there was a doorway there. Focusing at it through the misty air, I moved slowly toward it as the squishing sound increased in intensity, turning to slurping.
There were two people in the doorway. Yes, I could definitely make them out. One of them was crouching.
No, he was on his knees.
Five steps closer and I saw why. He was sucking another man's cock!
'Oh, Bruce,' I heard a deep voice moan, 'suck me… suck me hard… suck me until I come.'
Fags!
I ran down the street, confused and upset. Stopping to catch my breath, I suddenly came upon the sight of the pale moons of somebody's ass being split with along, stiff prick.
The ass was hairy. A man's ass.
Skirting the two guys cornholing, I crashed against the garbage cans they were hiding behind and ran out into the middle of the street. No sooner had I stopped than I suddenly had to move again, this time for my life. A pair of headlights came out of nowhere, moving straight toward me.
Finally I fell to the pavement and rolled over to the gutter, watching a car rumble over the exact spot where I'd been standing.
Thea it stopped at the opposite curb, about fifty yards down the street. The lights dimmed off… then on… then off again, like the driver was making a signal.
I watched with fascination as the blinking headlights suddenly drew a small crowd of men around the car. Where had they come from? I realized they had to have been just sitting and waiting for something like this.
Then, abruptly, the door to the car swung open. One of the men in the street got inside and the car went down the block with its lights still off and parked. When the men in the street disappeared, I moved in the darkness toward the car, determined to see what was going on inside.
As I pressed my nose against the window, my eyes filled with the image of a man's cock sliding in and out of another man's mouth.
I bolted upright and reeled as though I'd been slugged. More fags.
There was no doubt about it – I'd wandered into the city's notorious homosexual cruising zone concealed by the darkness, fruits were probably all around me, fondling and sucking pricks.
I felt like a total alien. I should have sprinted back up toward the honky-tonks and got some guy to throw a quick old-fashioned fuck in me to purge myself of this experience. I probably could have even cleared twenty bucks or so out of such a retreat.
But, for some reason, I couldn't move. I stood rooted to the street, feeling something brewing within me.
Why was I doing this? Standing here in the middle of a dark jungle of queers, the only person with a cunt? What was in it for me? My pussy, the thing that made most men become a walking hard-on, was a curse in this environment. Did I want to be humiliated?
Then, as I found myself in the glare of a newly approaching set of headlights, it came to me. It was the challenge. It was the challenge that was turning me on. The challenge of performing the impossible. Now I knew why my intuition had led me down this desolate street.
Suddenly I was determined to do it. To accept the challenge. To fuck a queer. To make him love my pussy!
Before the approaching car could stop and attract the others, I ran up beside it and grabbed hold of the open window, my hair stuffed down my collar so the driver couldn't tell I was a girl. 'Mister… mister,' I called through the window. 'Let me suck your cock.'
'How much?' he asked as he stopped the car.
'For free,' I said. Then I improvised. 'The others are after me. They want to beat me up because I'm willing to suck cocks for nothing.'
He leaned over and the front door opened on the passenger side. I ran around the rear of the car so he couldn't see I wasn't a boy and jumped inside, subtly shielding my face.
Once the door was closed, he switched off his headlights and drove until he turned the corner. Pulling over to the curb on a narrow side street, he switched off the engine and reached for me.
He was so strong that I couldn't resist. His hot lips pressed against my face, searching for my mouth. His whiskers rubbed against my burning me as he tried to kiss me.
Thinking his lips were meeting those of another male, his tongue shot into my mouth in a deep soul-kiss. The penetration was wet and hard, and I returned it, kissing him back with equally wet force.
When his hand began grappling in my lap, I knew he was searching for my nonexistent cock. Not wanting to spring my little surprise on him just yet, I took the play away from him by shoving his hand away as I reached for his groin. When I squeezed the pulsing mound between his thighs, he forgot all about resisting and let me have my way.
'Now I'm going to suck your cock just like I promised,' I pulled my lips away from his mouth and whispered in his ear.
While my fingers fumbled with his fly, I lowered my face into his lap, anticipating the unsheathing of his cock. Would it be as big as it seemed straining beneath his pants? God, I hoped so.
Hisssss! His zipper was open.
A couple of my fingers forced his skimpy underpants out of the way. His cock came springing out, quivering in a twitching column of lust.
It wasn't hard to want to suck a cock like his, even if it did belong to a fag. Forgetting that his tool had probably seen the insides of more male mouths and assholes than I could count, I hungrily slid my lips over the head of his cock, reveling in its sweetness.
He tasted younger than I had anticipated, and I recalled his remark about never making it with someone as old as he. I guessed from the taste of his cock that he was in his late teens or early twenties. His prick had a stirring, athletic taste, as though he were a jock.
'Do you play ball?' I asked from around the head of his prick.
'You aren't a spy for the coach, are you?' he blurted, his cock suddenly shrinking in my mouth.
'No, no, nothing like that,' I assured him just before I clamped down on his cock-head so he couldn't get away. 'Just a horny sports fan.'
'As a matter of fact, I do play ball,' he said, unable to resist a little hero worship. His dick swelled again between my lips.
'What position,' I mumbled with a mouthful of stiff cock.
'Fullback. At State.'
'Sirtht thring?'
'Right.'
Jesus, I knew who he was. Lenny Coznfowski, the All-American fullback. He was one of Leo's students.
I tried to remember what Leo had told me about him. At first Leo had said he was going to do everything he could to screw the kid up to put a dent in the football team, which he claimed was taking money that should go to academic departments. But, then Leo had changed his mind.
Later, Leo'd said Coznfowski was actually a brainy kid despite his brawn. And sensitive. Leo even became a football fan.
Come to think of it, Leo talked about this kid a lot.
I chuckled, thinking about how Leo would react to finding out his All-American star pupil was a fag.
While I sucked Coznfowski's cock, I undid his pants all the way and pushed them down around his legs. The hairy mass of his crotch and his throbbing balls filled my hands as I ran my fingers through his pubic floss and
