About Scottbrian

Cock whore who enjoys all things Dick.

Cocksucker Paradise

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Taking the Phallus

Taking the Phallus

Went to my favorite Disneyland yesterday in San Francisco… Blow Buddies. I started out going to some bars (Eagle, Hole in the Wall Saloon) for a few beers and catching up with some old friends. I used to live in San Francisco and now I live about an hour away (of course, the actual ride when you take into account crossing the Bay Bridge it turns out to be more like 2 or 2.5 hours!). When I was at a suitable level of buzzed I wandered on down the street to Blow Buddies. It was a fairly busy night and it stayed that way into the wee hours.

Whenever I go there, there seems to be a prevailing theme for the night. One night I was there it seemed that every dick I sucked was fat and really hairy. Another night it was really big jawbreaker cocks. Another night it seemed that I got to enjoy a lot of hot black dicks, another night it was smaller but super hard and beautiful cocks that gushed out huge loads. Last night was the night of “you better work, cocksucker!”

Almost every cock I sucked required a really intense level of work to get them off. And they were all demanding about it. “Squeeze it with your hand tighter, cocksucker”, Hold it way down your throat, cunt”, Jack it till your arm hurts, boy”. Usually, it was while I was in some fucked up uncomfortable position. It didn’t matter, a c needs to do what he needs to do.

Cruising for Dick

Cruising for Dick

Usually, I was out in the public areas doing my work while others looked on. I would be jacking my dick while my throat was being used and other men would wander by and pinch my tits or jack me while they watched me work on a fat cock.

A few guys wanted to fuck me, but it wasn’t a fucking night for me. I find it hard to really concentrate and work on a big dick while I’m being fucked up in my hole. when I go to Blow Buddies it’s because I’m in a cocksucker mood and I dedicate myself to serving all the cocks that require or desire my services.

Sometime during the night, I had to really take a piss. When I went into the pisser, there was a faggot with a hood on lying in the tub. His hood had an attachment to it that looked like a little toilet that drained into his mouth. Cute little faggot toilet attachment. How could I resist? I was taking a piss anyway, so what the fuck? I turned towards the faggot in the tub and started pissing into his little toilet mouth. He groaned and gulped and gurgled out an occasional, “Thank you, Sir!” as my piss spilled all over him. He was in faggot piss-mouth heaven. I was happy I could provide for him.

Pissing on the Faggot

Pissing on the Faggot

As the night got later, I was super excited to see a friend of mine who I met at Blow Buddies about 15 years ago, and every time I have been there really late since I have run into him. He goes by the name of Coach and he really puts me through the paces. The first time I met him, it seemed like a fairly typical encounter. Nice fat cock on a hot man who obviously really enjoyed having his cock worked. then he asked me if I wanted to go play. I asked him what he thought we were doing now. He told me it was a warm-up. He motioned for me to follow him and did. We walked upstairs to an area that could be seen by all from below and through a chain link fence open to the other side by the same chain link. He sat me down against the fence and used his shirt to blindfold me and tie my head to the fence. He began fucking my throat and telling me what a good cock whore I was. Filthy talk always gets me super horned up. He’d place his fat donger deep down my throat and tell me to tell him that I’m a cock whore. I tried my best to garble out, “immahhhhhhgggahhssshhhoooeesksdj”,

A Cunt Mouth being Used

A Cunt Mouth being Used

What did you say, cocksucker? He’d ask, and I’d attempt to gurgle up another response. He seemed to enjoy this game and it made me want to serve him more. He’d laugh at me and tell me he couldn’t understand me. I heard him talking to other men who were watching now. Some were from below and some were standing behind me on the other side of the fence. He would pick certain men out to come around and fuck my throat for a while. He pimped my mouth out to several men. A couple of them came down my throat, some on my face and mouth. It was dribbling down my chin and neck. Coach would wipe it up and feed it into my eager cunt mouth. Coach started to fuck my mouth again, and I could feel loads hitting my back as men on the other side of the fence jacked their dicks off on me while watching me be a whore for cock.

Coach has never failed to excite and surprise me with his deviance and creative mouth fucking ways. this time we talked a bit more after we were done and exchanged numbers. Because I live closer now, we can actually get together for some extended sessions at his place. He told me he was going to have me over to blindfold me in the basement and have random men come over to use my mouth like a cunt. Sweet talkers always get my juices flowing.

XXL

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One of my first larger-size drawings. Not sure where it went. I have given away most of my art to charity fundraisers over the years. Maybe I’ll run into it again someday.

XXL Jock and giant nuts

XXL Jock and giant nuts

Cocksucker Pledge

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Here is a little list of things for Cocksuckers to keep in mind.
Please take this with a grain of salt. Hopefully, your needs are met, too, but fun to play with.

Grasp Firmly at the Base

The Cocksucker’s Pledge.
1. I WILL SWALLOW unless otherwise instructed. A man’s cum deserves as much respect as the man himself. Swallowing reinforces the bond between man and cocksucker.

2. I WILL DEEPTHROAT to the best of my ability, regardless of whether I gag. A well-rounded cocksucker must master the use of his lips, tongue, AND throat to maximize a man’s pleasure.

3. I WILL NOT USE MY HANDS unless instructed. My mouth is my sexual organ.

4. I WILL NOT TOUCH MYSELF when sucking a man’s Cock. His pleasure is my own. To suggest otherwise is deeply disrespectful.

5. I WILL NOT EXPECT RECIPROCATION—ever. See above.

6. I WILL MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE and service on his terms. A man should never have to jerk himself off when a cocksucker could do the job instead.

7. I WILL ALLOW HIM TO CALL ME NAMES, such as “faggot”, “cocksucker” and “slut”, regardless of whether I enjoy this. A cocksucker must accept his place on the sexual totem pole. Such names are a man’s way of claiming this superiority over a cocksucker.

8. I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVICE for as long as a man deems appropriate, whether minutes or hours, without complaint.

I pledge these things because I am a cocksucker, because I am in awe of men and am at their service, and because it is their charity that allows me even to come close to some sort of sexual fulfillment.

My Honcho Lover

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Honcho Cover

Honcho Cover

Tracy was my first lover. That’s what we used to call them back in the day. And what a lover he was. He was the first real relationship I had after coming out to the military and with my family. I was wearing a little tank top, leaning against the wall with my knee up like I had seen other men who were cruising do. What did I know? He walked by me with a huge smirking grin like only Tracy could do, snapped my tank top strap and said, “whimp”. Then walked off. I don’t think anybody else could have pulled that off without seeming like a complete asshole. But I knew somehow that it meant that he liked what he saw.
I gathered the courage to go talk to him and we were together from then on… until we weren’t.
Tracy was an enigma in many ways. There were always hazy rumors about his past beyond just being a know hound dog for sex. There were the rumors that he hustled on Santa Monica Blvd. There were the rumors that he slept with Freddie Mercury. And there were the rumors of his porn star past.
Eventually, I did get a chance to see the Honcho magazine. Truth be told, he wasn’t ashamed of it in any way. He was proud of it, but he didn’t really promote it too much because somehow the photographer managed to make his dick look smaller than it really was. That really pissed him off. He had a reputation and he didn’t want it tarnished in any way.
As someone who has had his dick down my throat and up my ass, I can attest that it is indeed bigger than it looks in these photos. But the hottest picture of the bunch, in my opinion, is the cover shot of him licking his armpit in mirrored glasses. Tracy’s face and facial expressions relayed his sexuality. everyone who talked with him felt that, even those who knew he was never going to have sex with them. He could have given Ted talks on Flirting. He was the master at it.
When we moved to San Diego, Tracy was getting a bit older and HIV was starting to be a looming presence. He knew that I was new to all of this and wasn’t going to become monogamous anytime soon (like never). He was craving stability that I wasn’t going to be able to give him. He found another partner and He and I stayed close until his death a couple of years later.
I can remember at the memorial service asking his partner about the Honcho magazine and if it was something he could part with. He told me that he didn’t want to let that go and felt it was somehow disrespectful to Tracy’s memory. It’s not something to argue about so I left it alone. I knew that Tracy was very proud of that Honcho edition.
Over the years, during every trip to San Francisco, I would go to a used gay porn store on 18th street called Auto Erotica (it’s still there) and search through the bins of old Honcho magazines. I’d spend hours sometimes flipping through the bins to no avail.
About two years ago, while living in San Francisco, I decided to give it another shot. I walked up the stairs and one of the first things I saw was an old tee shirt for sale that was from a bar I worked at in San Diego called Wolfs. I had never had a tee shirt from there and was excited to get my hands on it. It gave me hope that my luck was running hot. I walked over to the bins and flipped one magazine forward and there was Tracy’s beautiful face beaming up at me in Mirrored sunglasses. It was indeed my lucky day. I also found a Drummer magazine that had an ad in it that featured Tracy as one of the models.
I’ve had many times when I felt that Tracy was helping me out and guiding me along if only to help me have a great night of sex. This was one of the times when I knew that Tracy and I still had a connection.
So here are the photos from that Honcho and Drummer magazine that I’ve been writing about. Just remember that his dick was way bigger than it looks. Tracy would want you to know that. Also, know that I still love him with all my heart and miss him every day.

Tracy Tow 1

Tracy Tow 1

Tracy Tow 2

Tracy Tow 2

Tracy Tow 3

Tracy Tow 3

Tracy Tow 4

Tracy Tow 4

Tracy Tow 5

Tracy Tow 5

Drummer Ad

Tracy Drummer Ad

Tracy Drummer Ad

Pervy HVAC Man

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The HVAC man came by the other day, I was watching him out the window. I went outside in a little pair of shorts with a half stiffy to see if he needed anything.
He said no, then I went back in and watched him through the window. I stood in a place he could see me. I could see him start to get stiff as I got stiff.
I began rubbing my dick through my shorts and he started reaching into his pants for a handful of cock.
He jacked his fat donger on my window and then finished his HVAC job.

Dripping HVAC man

Dripping HVAC man