Dead Drop Pt 01

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Disclaimer

This story is fictional as are the characters. Everyone is at least 18 years of age and acting of their own free will.

Background

Mike is a 40-year-old married man who lives in the suburbs. Mike is an avid cyclist and runner. It's another hot summer and the heat increases Mike's libido for some strange reason.

Lately, Mike has been fantasizing about cock more than pussy. His porn habits have started to center on watching men give other men blowjobs. He is particularly turned on when one of the actors swallows the other's semen at the end of a fantastic blow job. Mike wants to know what it's like to swallow for another man and decides to take to the internet to see if he can make it happen.

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It was another warm summer weekday morning. I had the windows open while I sat in my home office working. My wife of twelve years was at work. I enjoyed having the freedom to work from home. I felt more productive and relaxed working from home than I ever felt in the office. Part of the reason was I had a great home office. The other was that I could wear comfortable clothes rather than having to dress up. I just needed to be presentable enough for zoom meetings.

It was mid-morning. I had a break in my schedule until lunch hour at noon. I religiously used my lunch hour to go for an hour run. My usual course was a little over 6 miles. With warm-up, cool-down, and shower, I could finish the entire ritual in a little over an hour. I had about 30 minutes before I needed to leave, and I was incredibly horny due to a relatively mundane work week. My mind drifted off to my latest fetish, watching man-on-man cum swallowing videos.

I don't know why; but for some reason, I found it incredibly erotic to watch a man swallow for another man. I figured it must be the taboo associated with being willing to let another man cum in your mouth. To me, it was a deep symbol of submission. Lately, I had been wondering what it would be like to be the one doing the swallowing. I often found myself pleasuring myself watching videos of the act and exploding in orgasm when the guy giving head swallows it all.

I was very interested in exploring this fantasy. I opened a private browsing session and went to my favorite hookup site and started browsing the categories. I opened the "Guys seeking Guys" topic and started to read the posts. I was always amazed at how many men in my area were out looking for action. A lot of them were married, like me, and looking for something discrete on the side.

For some reason, I was particularly aggressive today and I decided to post my own advertisement asking for what I wanted. I pushed the "Create Post" button and up popped a form asking me to enter my city, my age, my physical traits, and what I was seeking. I entered "Pine Island" as my city; 40 as my age; 6'4" 190 pounds, brown hair/eyes as my traits. Then I had to enter what I was seeking. So I typed the following.

"Straight married man with a fetish for swallowing cum wants to make his fetish a reality. Looking for a discrete, clean man who can host me so I can perform oral on him to completion on a regular basis during workdays."

My hands were shaking as I looked at the form and let my mouse hover over the "Submit" button. I found the dual meaning of the term "submit" ironic as I considered the gravity of what I was about to do.

"Do you really want to do this?" my mind asked, "This is a very risky endeavor that could have serious consequences for your marriage and your career."

I thought about it for a second and then closed my eyes and clicked "Submit". The form closed and I was presented with a message that informed me that my message was in review and should be posted shortly. I decided to head upstairs to get into my running gear while I waited to see if my post caught any interest. I reached over and closed the window to my office because it was getting hot enough that I needed to turn on the air conditioner. I set the thermostat to seventy degrees and headed up to change.

Once upstairs, I put on my usually running attire. I pair of under armor runners' underwear, a short pair of lightweight running shorts and ankle high running socks. During hot summer days like today, I liked to run shirtless to work on my tan and frankly show off my washboard abs that I worked so hard to get. It took me fifteen or twenty minutes to return to my desk and check emails before I headed out for my run.

Mike Makes a Connection

I was surprised to find a few replies to my post waiting for me in my inbox. Most of the replies were terse saying they would like oral service but couldn't host. But one of the replies caught my attention. I opened the reply to find a picture of a very large, shaved, uncut cock with big balls. I quickly closed the image, even though I was alone. Then, I read the message.

"Very discrete, clean, 32 yrs, professional guy available during weekdays. I like getting my big cock sucked and swallowed but I have rules. Most of you flakes never show up and when you do, you don't follow through and swallow. So, if you are willing to do this my way, feel free to reply. I am also in Pine Island, so I assume you aren't far away."

I read the reply twice; then, I reopened the picture and looked at it in detail for a minute or two. I wondered what it would be like to have my mouth around such a massive cock. I also wondered what it would be like to suck someone who was uncircumcised. I noticed that my cock was rock hard, even in my compression underwear. I took a few minutes to generate my response.

"Thanks for your response. I am willing to do this your way. I've attached a few pictures for your review. I hope to hear back from you soon."

I hit send and sat there waiting to see if I'd get a response. I had attached a full-frontal pic and a pic of my ass. Obviously, all the pics were from the neck down since I had no idea who this guy was, and I didn't want to be outed. After a few minutes, I got a reply.

"Here's how this is going to go if you want this to be a regular thing. First, you must show up, then you must swallow for me. If you do those two things, we can proceed to the next step. So, my first assignment for you has you doing just those two things. As I mentioned, I am also in Pine Island, just off Pleasant Avenue. I am the second to the last house on the left as you approach the cul-de-sac. It's a white house with navy shutters. In about 30 minutes, I will leave a sample for you in my mailbox. I will be watching the mailbox from inside my house via my ring cameras. If you show up and swallow the sample for me, we can proceed. Otherwise, don't waste my time."

I couldn't believe what I had just read. Did he really expect me to pull something out of a random mailbox and swallow it in public? I was immediately rock-hard thinking about how deviant this request was. My libido was buzzing like it was nuclear powered. I had a strong cum swallowing fetish and this guy had just provided a scenario that seemed to be tailor made for my condition. To make things even more exciting, Pleasant Avenue was just a block off the last leg of my running route. This dude was only about a mile away from my house. I quickly typed a response.

"Are you looking to do this today?"

His response came immediately.

"Yes, it will be ready for you any time after 12:30, if I don't see you here by 1pm, I will remove it and delete this email."

I knew that my run would take me right past Pleasant Ave and I should be there close to 12:45. I figured, I'd run by, check it out, and if it was too weird, I'd just keep running and head home with no damage done. I didn't really think I had the nerve to go through with this deviant assignment. I let my fantasy last a little longer and typed in my reply.

"I'll be our running between noon and 1 p.m. I'll be wearing a pair of running shorts and no shirt. If you see a man with that description near your mailbox, it is me looking to complete my assignment. See you shortly."

I had no idea who this man was or what he looked like. All I knew was that I had just agreed to run by his house, look in his mailbox for "the sample" and drink it while he watched on his camera, then leave. It was an incredibly kinky request and one that had me excited and caused my pulse to race. I grabbed my running shoes and laced them up, getting ready for my run. My route would have me running 5 miles before I was near Pleasant Avenue, I would have that time to think about weather I was going to go through with this or not.

Mike Goes Running

I put in my earbuds and headed out my door into the mid-day summer heat. The temperature was in the upper eighties with high humidity. My run started with a long grinding climb that took almost 10 minutes to complete. By the end of that climb, my body was soaked with perspiration and my muscles were loose.

The next fifteen minutes took me along a tree-lined bicycle path where I enjoyed some shade. The thing I enjoyed most about running over lunch was the fact that most people were working, and I had the bicycle path mostly to myself. I couldn't stop thinking about my potential stop on Pleasant Avenue.

"Are you really willing to do something as kinky as drinking a stranger's semen in public?" I thought to myself.

"Even if you find it and you want to do it, what if someone sees you?" My mind continued to consider the consequences.

"Besides, you don't even know what this guy looks like, or if that is really his cock," my inner voice kept nagging.

I kept on running. I was halfway through my run now and my endorphins were flowing along with my sweat glands. The heat and the endorphins had me in a very kinky mood indeed. I decided this was just the thing I needed to take my fantasy to the next level and break up a rather mundane workday. Nobody would ever know and yet I would get to quench my deviant urges. I made my left turn onto Berkshire and started the final two-mile leg of my run. Pleasant Ave was a cul-de-sac halfway between the turn I just made and the street my home was on. My moment of truth was just moments away.

Mike Arrives at Pleasant Avenue

A hundred yards ahead of me, I saw the familiar street sign for Pleasant Avenue. If I was going to do this, I would need to take a short detour into the cul-de-sac by making a left turn. With each approaching step my mind struggled with the decision.

"Don't do this!" my inner voice shouted, "This is too risky, think about the consequences."

But my libido and my curiosity were overwhelming my better judgement. As I approached Pleasant Avenue, I slowed my run to a walk and paced around trying to make my decision. The time was 12:42, I was right on schedule.

"Fuck it," I thought and made the turn, taking a moderate pace into the cul-de-sac.

It was a typical suburban street with mature trees and well-maintained starter homes that were maybe 20 years old. As I entered the neighborhood, it was obvious most of the people were at work. There was a yard crew mowing the lawn of the second house on the right and a few women with strollers out for their mid-day walks with kids. I jogged past a half dozen homes before I could see the end of the cul-de-sac. There on the left-hand side was a white house with blue shutters.

I slowed to a walk, my hands on my hips, acting like I was cooling down. It did seem a little suspicious that a runner would take a detour down a cul-de-sac unless he lived there. I was a little paranoid that I was more conspicuous than I wanted to be. As I approached the house, my heart was in my throat and my hands were shaking. I casually looked up at the windows to see if I could see anyone watching me. But I couldn't see anyone, the house looked like nobody was home.

I did a lap around the cul-de-sac to build up my nerves and make sure that there were no nosey neighbors watching me. The moment of truth had arrived, I either did this and passed my first test, or this guy was going to consider me a flake and move on.

Mike's Moment of Truth

I finished my lap around the cul-de-sac, and I was convinced the coast was clear. I approached the mailbox trying to act like I wasn't as nervous and turned on as I was. My hand shook as I raised it to grab the hook at the top of the mailbox door. I pulled the hook opening the mailbox. When I looked inside, it was empty except for a clear shot glass near the back of the mailbox. I reached in and grabbed the shot glass and pulled it out into the afternoon sun.

I couldn't believe what I saw. The shot glass was half-full of a familiar white, cloudy fluid. I held the glass tightly because my arms and hands were covered in perspiration. I couldn't dry them on my shorts because they were also soaked with perspiration. My naked torso glistened in the afternoon sun as I stood there holding the object of my fetish.

I lifted the glass to my nose and took a whiff. My nostrils were instantly filled with the smell of male essence. This guy must have jacked himself off into this glass just a few moments ago and left it for me to swallow for him right here in the cul-de-sac in broad daylight. This was going to be the most anonymous sex act I had ever committed.

I lifted the glass as if to toast the donor and placed it on my lips. I tipped my head back and watched the warm glob fall out of the glass into my mouth. The instant it landed in my mouth, I felt a jolt of electricity streak through my body. My cock started to fill with blood as I held my breath and swallowed. The taste was overpowering, I wanted to take my cock out and jack off right there.

I took a quick look around and then did the unthinkable. I extended my tongue into the shot glass and licked the remaining residue. Then I set the shot glass back in the mailbox, gave the house a thumbs up and started running back toward Berkshire.

It was like I had ingested jet fuel. My pace was very strong as I made my way back out to Berkshire. I smiled at the two ladies out with their young children in strollers. I wondered if they saw me in the distance as I completed my lewd task. It felt surreal to be running so soon after swallowing someone's cum. I didn't care, I needed to get home and take care of my growing hard on.

I increased my pace to try to tax my body and keep my erection from becoming obvious. Every breath I took through my mouth delivered more of the stranger's cum flavor into my senses. I pictured my donor's big uncut cock spurting his warm spunk into a shot glass for me to swallow. I wondered if he was happy with my performance. I was hopeful that I had proven myself worthy so we could take this to the next step.

I finally made it back to my house. I stripped off my wet clothes and dashed into my home office to see if the stranger had seen me complete my task as instructed. My cock was rock hard as I sat down in my office chair and peered at my email inbox. Sure enough, there was a new message from the stranger.

"You completed both tasks, congratulations. But if this is to be a regular thing, you need to show that you are dependable and you will show up every time. So, we will repeat this task the same time tomorrow. If you show that you are dependable, I will take you to the next step."

He had seen me. I was so turned on; I started jacking my 6.5-inch cock right there in my office. But now he wanted me to do this again tomorrow. That was fine with me, I was actually looking forward to it. I opened the cock pic he sent earlier and used it to drive myself closer to orgasm. I pictured myself sucking the stranger's big cock every day of the week and swallowing his thick flavorful cum.

"I'm going to suck your big cock every day," I moaned while I looked at his picture and stroked myself.

"I can't wait to be on my knees feeding from that big cock," I mumbled as I jacked myself into a frenzy.

"Fill me with your cum and make me your bitch," I growled as I fantasized about worshipping the stranger's big, uncut phallus.

"I'll drink your cum in public, any time, anywhere!" I howled as I started to lose control.

Within seconds, my legs started to spasm, and I my cock started firing ropes of cum into the air that landed with loud splashes on the hard wood floor below me. I was in an orgasmic trance, jacking myself to oblivion with the taste of the stranger's cum still in my mouth. In that moment, I wanted to become his cum slut; a slave that worshipped his cock on a daily basis without consideration for the consequences.

I sat in my chair breathless, my hands still shaking with excitement. I cleaned the excess cum off my hands with a Kleenex from my desk. Then, I sat forward to compose my reply.

"I'm glad that you watched me complete both of my tasks as you instructed. Thank you for your contribution, it was delicious. I will be there at the same time tomorrow to show you that I am dependable."

I looked down at the puddle of cum on my office floor and decided I better clean everything up and get back to work. I had a zoom call in twenty minutes, and I needed to be presentable. I took another minute to think about what the last hour and replay it in my mind. It was an incredibly kinky thing that I had just done. But I wanted to do it again, I was hooked.

TO BE CONTINUED...