Gerald Summers - The Mouth Merchants

"I didn't have to knock-the door was ajar and I just sort of pushed at it till it was open enough for me to see inside. Then, slowly, cautiously, I edged my way through the small opening and entered an entirely new scene. Bright lights were flashing in time with the music and the music was loud and bouncy and almost hypnotizing. It felt as if it were your own heartbeat that was being serenaded.

"It was several seconds before I realized that very few of the people had any clothes on. There were naked, or seminaked bodies, everywhere-on pillows, on a round waterbed in the center of the huge living room, on the thickly carpeted floor-everywhere! It was like one large mass of bodies-males tangled up with females-all entwined and doing their thing.

"As my eyes got used to the light, I saw Samantha-I mean, Sam-sitting over in a corner by herself. She was holding a little piece of metal that was holding what was left of a camel or a Lucky Strike. I didn't know that city folks smoked those brands-I always thought city people smoked only them filtered brands with the fancy names.

"As I got closer to her, Sam squinted her eyes at me and waved. She had recognized me! I felt a sudden tingle shoot through my body and head straight for my hambone. I was ready for her-and I hoped with every nerve of my body that she was ready for me. I was going to fuck the living daylights out of her and let her know what my hambone was really all about.

"Sam held out her hand as I approached. She seemed a little drunk or something. Not quite normal. It wasn't until much later that I found out that she and most of the others used marihuana. It seems that it heightened the sexual senses a great deal. But, what I never could figure out was what needed heightening? I had never had any trouble with my orgasms-and neither had Tammisue or Emmylou. So, I really could never figure out the hang-ups of these city folk who were supposed to be so much better than us country people.

"'You're too damned dressed!' Sam nearly yelled at me. The music was a bit loud. 'For Christ's sake, Cowboy, get out of those threads before the fuzz comes and busts you for decent exposure. Man, don't let everyone see how square you are-let your dick hang out or something.'

"Frankly, I truly couldn't understand half of what she was saying to me-it was a totally foreign language as far as I was concerned- but, that last part I heard, understood, and complied. Reaching down, I unzipped my trousers, pulled back my undershorts' flap, and hauled old hambone out for all the world to see.

"Even with all the music going on, there seemed to be a hush in the room. I didn't realize what had caused it, but I would have died if I had known it was the exposing of the old hambone that had done it. I had more meat on me than any other guy in the place, and I didn't realize it then. I had always been disappointed with it. It seemed too short to do much with.

"Sam grabbed it right off and, dropping her cigarette in the nearest ashtray, she lunged at me with her mouth wide open. I was so startled that I pulled away slightly. But she ignored the motion and followed. She slipped her warm, moist lips around my quickly growing hambone and began to suck lightly on the head.

"My head began to spin and my knees nearly gave out from under me! A female was actually sucking on my hambone-and it felt fucking good! I thought only fairies sucked, but it felt too damned good! I stood there, swaying back and forth as Sam sucked and licked on the length of my shaft. I couldn't hear the music anymore, or see anything but the lights from the inside-my eyes were shut tight-and smell the sweet odor of incense and sweat and marihuana.

"As she sucked on my pecker, she started to pull my trousers down around my ankles. I felt cool air brushing against my bare flesh and shivered slightly.

"While Sam squeezed the firm shaft of my hambone and sucked and licked it, two other hands took hold of my balls and began playing with them. It was the weirdest feeling I had ever experienced! Two females were working on me at the same time, and both of them were doing perverted things that felt damned good-too damned good to be perverted!

"My whole body was shaking from the sexual excitement I was experiencing. I was taken back to that first time I had made little Tammisue come-how her entire body had shaken and writhed under mine-how she had loved every minute of it. That must have been what I was feeling right then with two females pulling and tugging, and licking and sucking. It was almost more, I thought, than I could stand.

"What really got to me was when I felt another female's hands behind me. They grasped my ass cheeks and kneaded them like my ma had used to knead dough. It felt good-awfully good, along with the rest. Then, the female in back pulled my ass cheeks apart and I could feel hot breath on my bare asshole.

"I stiffened. It was the first time and I couldn't keep myself calm. This was definitely a queer act, but it felt so fucking good along with that female on my balls and Sam on my hambone.that I just couldn't tell whoever it was to stop doing it to me, that I wasn't no queer.

"Then I felt a tongue-hot and moist-brush against my twitching asshole as brazenly as if I were a queer. I wanted to shout out that I was not a pansy-that I was a he-man, but it felt too fucking good. I just gritted my teeth and stood there while the three females licked and sucked and tugged and pulled and caressed and did everything that they possibly could to make me come.

"I finally did come when that female in back of me stiffened her tongue and plunged it right inside my asshole! It felt like electricity running through me and I just hollered bloody murder and let loose two gallons of pure cream down Sam's beautiful throat.

"Sam didn't budge, but just stayed right where she was, drinking down my cream as if it were vanilla flavored. The other two females were really going to work on me-one poking her stiffened tongue in and out of my asshole while the other yanked at my shrunk-up balls. I felt as if I had died and gone to Heaven and was being rewarded by the angels.

"When I stopped twitching and started to relax, Sam took over and shooed the other two girls away. She had me sit down next to her while she kissed my face and lips. I could taste my own cream on her lips and smell it on her breath. It was strong, like ammonia, but there was a slight musky odor there, too.

"Females in heat always give off a musky odor from their mouths when they really are hot to trot. I learned that from Tammisue and Emmylou. It works every time. If a female wants a good fucking, she starts breathing a light musky smell. Funny, ain't it?

"Anyway, after I had recovered slightly from everything that had happened, I looked Sam right in the eye in all earnest and said: 'Samantha, I am not no queer! How come all you girls treated me like one?'

"Sam laughed, that little tinkle I have since gotten so used to, and pointed around the room. For the first time I actually looked at something other than the blinding lights and the smoke. There were people-bodies I had vaguely seen-and I saw them for the first time. There's a difference between looking at something and actually seeing it.

"What I saw was couples sucking each other. Females sucking guys' peckers and guys licking out females' pussies-and some doing both at the same time. That, I found out later, was sixty-nining it. When both female and male suck each Other at the same time. And I found that it wasn't just for queers. The most masculine of guys were there, sucking away at gals, and having their balls and peckers sucked, and their aasholes reamed by some obliging tongue.

"That was how I found out that I had moved into an apartment building that housed a sex club-an oral sex club. After I got to know everyone and what was what, it suddenly dawned on me why the manager had stressed that no faggots or S/Ms were allowed. Faggots were queers and S/Ms were sadomasochistic nuts who like to hurt and be hurt. Everything started to fall into place.