Never had I received such a strange e-mail. The return URL was, of all things, cocksucker@cocksuckersanonymous.org.
The text read, "If you would like to join our support group, click on 'Reply' and on 'Send.' Do not include any text or a subject. You will
receive the time, date, and place of our next orientation meeting." I wanted to ignore it as I do most of the other junk e-mail that I receive.
The group's name stopped me cold. I knew I have thought of sucking a man's cock. In fact, one time I actually did take a man's penis into my mouth. I wasn't aware that anyone else knew that I was a cocksucker aside from my friend Ellen. She was the only other person who knew. I had no idea who these people could be, but I had to know.
My hand trembled as I clicked on 'Reply' and 'Send.' The response came in less than a minute. The meeting was at noon the next day in, of all places, a church social hall, MY church's social hall. I arrived five minutes early. A half dozen others were already there. One of them approached me with his hand outstretched. Hi, I'm Dave, he said.
"I'm Pat Har--", I began. He held up his left hand as he shook my right. You're Pat. We don't have last names here. We have some refreshments, if you're hungry. Most of us are on our lunch breaks, so we try to have a bite to eat while we meet. It's not much, cold cuts, cheeses, breads, soft drinks. At least it keeps our stomachs quiet."  I chuckled. "How much?", I asked reaching for my wallet.
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