THE WHORE GOES TO THE PORT

MY OWN QUERELLE DE BREST

Note: Querelle de Brest is a novel by Jean Genet, published in 1947 (I recommend it)

A memory is always a story or maybe it's the other way around once you take ownership of a story. It doesn't matter, the fact is that my memories continue to warm me today and the search for their repetition makes me lose myself in filthy dives and all sorts of dangerous places, although I don't lose hope of dying an old man in my bed, preferably accompanied by a couple of stud muffins who could comfort me with everything at their disposal (dildos, clamps, whips, etc.).

If you can handle these stories, if they warm you up and motivate you to go out looking for more, it's clear that you're as much of a slut as I am, so don't judge me too harshly, since I don't do this (I mean writing), because as for dedicating myself to whoring... always!

THE DISCOVERY.

Every day I came back from school by bus. There were classes in the morning and afternoon. In winter, the return in the afternoon was almost at dusk and from the bus, for a stretch, we passed by the port walls allowing a glimpse inside. I noticed silhouettes moving suspiciously between the freight cars, trucks, and storage warehouses.

It didn't take long for me to make plans and carry them out. I was curious, better said, my ass and cock were tingling. I was very young, always hard and fantasizing, and it comforts me to see that I'm still tingling and I'm no longer that young (it's a comfort).

The thing is, I plucked up the courage and the following Monday after class in the afternoon, I let the bus pass and walked directly to the port area of my city.

I'm not trying to boast, but I was looking really good. I wore my fitted jeans, a fitted white t-shirt, a backpack on my shoulder, and at an indecent age. Being on the swimming team meant I had a very appealing body, broad chest and shoulders, a narrow waist, a pert butt, great thighs, curly black hair, and a pretty face; I would have fucked myself if I could. I knew what people were staring at as I walked by, and it made me strut a little; I think this has saved me from coming out worse off in some of the places I’ve been (parks, dark streets, etc.…)

By the time I reached the port, it was dark. On one side of the road that crossed the port area, there were many trucks parked in a line, both national and foreign; on the other side, several tracks with freight cars and warehouses with their docks to supply those cars. Every few meters, industrial lamps emitted a yellowish and dim light. It was all a little dark and creepy, and I fell in love with the area at once and, shaking but with a determined step, I approached the parked trucks.

Barely at the height of the third truck, I saw the silhouette of a guy smoking; I was in a slightly lighter area and stopped to tie my shoelaces. My eyes got used to the dimness, and I saw that the silhouette turned and took a few steps towards me. He stopped a few meters away, and while one hand held the cigarette, with the other he began to touch his package; he saw that I was looking and backed up a bit. I had no excuse to stay crouched anymore, I stood up and stayed still at the height of the truck’s cabin, and he was at the middle of the trailer. I noticed he was a bit of a scruffy blonde, with a mustache and a half-unbuttoned shirt, also wearing tight jeans and some wonderful filthy work boots (just like his pants). The guy had skill; without letting go of the cigarette, he had opened his fly and pulled out a huge cock that he was casually stroking. I was hypnotized; I could only look at this guy who was smiling, smoking, and touching his dick. I dove in and walked past him, half a meter from his cock, without looking away. I was going to keep going, pretending (I don't know what), but he, evidently more experienced, grabbed my arm, slid his hand down to mine, and brought it directly to his penis, making me stroke it.

Uff, at this point, thanks to the darkness, you couldn't see how red I was. He wasted no time; he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed down until I was kneeling in front of the guy with a huge cock in front of my eyes. In one swift motion, he finished unzipping and pulled out two enormous hairy and blonde balls. Those balls hung and swayed while I felt the throbbing cock in my hand as my shyness evaporated. I looked up and saw those blue eyes and that smile with perfect teeth, inviting me to continue. Without thinking twice, I started to lick his balls slowly and stroked that cock that filled my hand, then moved on to massage them with my hand while I took that enormous dick in my mouth. With my free hand, I touched his thighs beneath the fabric of his pants while my other hand caressed those filthy boots. I was sucking with great delight, massaging those huge balls, fulfilling my fetish for jeans and boots, and looking up at the sky, melting under the gaze and smirk of a stud like Tom of Finland.

Naturally, so busy that I didn't realize another guy had joined and was jerking off watching a young Latino suck the cock of a Nordic. This guy was national; I wasn't exactly smart enough to distinguish races in the dark, but it was evident as soon as he opened his mouth and said to me - "Are you enjoying it, bitch?" Wow! Should I be offended? Well, no! I got even hotter when I saw that big, stiff dark cock and those hanging balls. I nodded my head indicating that I didn't plan to get up. By this point, I was jacking off on my knees and hadn’t pulled that from my mouth. I saw that the blonde gave him a signal to join and pointed at my ass.

The new guy had a beard and a bit of a beer belly. I liked him too! He bent down, lifted my ass, and I was inclined over a cock with my butt sticking up. He unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down along with my underwear, and without further ado, he spat on my ass and pushed the wide head of his cock in. From my movement, he realized it hurt me, but I let him do it while he whispered to me – "Easy there, babe, it hurts when it goes in, but then you enjoy it."

He wasn't wrong. In a little while, I was happy, filled up like a turkey at Christmas… My hands massaging balls, jeans, and boots, my mouth sucking a big cock while another cock was splitting my ass and filling me up deep inside. The "son of a bitch" blond was openly laughing while, I suppose he sensed it, he listened to how the Spanish guy insulted and humiliated me (he must have learned a lot of vocabulary). With all my senses occupied, we all realized that it was coming to an end.

I started to hear my Tom of Finland panting, and shortly after I felt my mouth filled with a huge load, which I savored and swallowed without thinking about it. While the other guy pushed, hitting his balls against my ass, he spanked me and called me “bitch,” and in a moment I felt something inside my ass. Obviously, he had come. He pulled out without much thought, and I felt a pleasant pain again.

They bid each other farewell with a gesture of the hand. The blond left, and the dark guy stayed watching as I cleaned my ass with the paper he gave me and put his package back into his pants.

I was about to leave when I heard behind me – “I’ll be here tomorrow; the load for the truck hasn’t arrived yet.” I turned around and smiling said to him – “I'll try to come back.”

Of course, I returned. The next day, and the day after that, and many more.

I’ll tell you more port stories if you’re interested and they motivate you to do a little more than just a quickie.

This lasted throughout high school and COU. I did a lot of leg work and saved a lot on bus fare. Thank goodness university was in another province; otherwise, I would have just been “going to college” at the port.