Accounting Supplies - the Offer

Back in my dorm room I stored my items and sat at my desk and reflected on the day's events.

I decided to take a walk around the campus and organize my thoughts.

It struck me funny as I watched my fellow freshmen scurry about, each holding the campus map, trying to figure where each classroom, laboratory building, library, dining hall were.

I walked for about an hour, noting building names and distances from and to each one.

I carried no books so I guess everyone figured I knew what I was doing as I got asked a number of times where such-and-such building was.

I thought this could be an interesting psychology experiment. I chuckled to myself and a wry smile crossed my face.

How was it that I was so easily talked into sucking another cock?

I thought that would all be behind me when my father lost his job and we moved to a new town a good number of miles away.

I was wrong.

How was it that the memories of those I blew regularly came gently, and not completely unbidden, to mind?

Regularly? Hah! A better adjective would be constantly....constantly as in every day!

Sometime just one...or two...sometimes all of them... sometimes one or more of them would want me to blow them more than once.

I usually obliged.

I found the student union cafeteria, ordered a coffee, black, straight up...shaken...not stirred...

I found a seat and sat down. With all the people there one would have thought the noise would be deafening. I heard nothing...nothing but my mind asking the same question over and over...why?

For that I had no answer.

A few days later regular classes started. Sometimes some of us would gather at the student union cafeteria for coffee and discuss some class topic or another. A good way to meet new friends. I always enjoyed the discussions...the different takes on things...the give-and-takes.

On my way back to my dorm I stopped by the campus post office to check my mail. There were a couple of envelopes in my box. One was a computer printout of my schedule, a letter from my mother, and an envelope with a local return address that I didn't recognize.

I opened the strange envelope. It was from the man that had given me a ride a few days earlier. He was inviting me to have coffee with him the coming Friday at his house. He would pick me up at 10AM in the commuter parking lot. As I had no Friday classes I called him at the phone number he listed and said I'd be happy to have coffee with him.

Friday rolled around and I walked to the commuter lot. Exactly at 10 o'clock the blue sedan pulled in. I walked over, opened the passenger side door and got in.

We exchanged pleasantries and we drove off. As we drove we indulged in a bit of small talk...nothing of any consequences. Ten minutes later we arrived at his house. A decent sized two-story brick dwelling...Georgian style I guessed.

The inside was tastefully furnished in keeping with the exterior. I complimented him on his style. He walked me to a large and well-equipped kitchen. He poured us each a cup of coffee...good coffee...much, much better that the cafeteria stuff.

As we sipped our coffees, he explained why he asked me there.

He said that he very much enjoyed and appreciated that I agreed to give him a blowjob the other day and the way I actually sucked him. He said he told a few of his friends about me and asked them if they might be interested in my services...if, of course, I would be willing. He said he thought it might be a very "entertaining" evening.

I asked him questions about exactly who and how many would be there. He said four or five. What would this group be looking for from me?

It turned out that this would be a Friday evening small-stakes poker game. Seven to ten PM. I would serve drinks and snacks, pick up plates and glasses, and generally keep the area neat and clean.

And???

And if so requested at the conclusion of the card game I would give a blowjob to any of the guests that asked.

He added that it would be very much worth my while if I agreed and performed as well as I did the other day.

I hesitantly agreed and details discussed. I was to be picked up next Friday at five PM and driven to his house. I would change into articles of clothing that would be provided and shown where the food and beverages would be located.

My host then said that he would like to have me blow him again. He led me into a small office room and told me to strip down naked. He went out of the room. After I had done so I stood there...stark naked...wondering...

I saw the door open and my host reappeared...a light bathrobe tied loosely at his waist. He subsequently dropped the robe and was also completely nude.

He motioned for me to approach him. As I came close he said "you know what to do...".

I slowly knelt in front of him. I took his now somewhat erect cock in my hand and began to gently stroke it.

I could feel it gradually get harder and more erect. I moved my head closer to it. I licked my lips and took his cock into my mouth.

At that moment, every scent, sight, sensation, and taste flooded my brain. I took every inch of his cock...I sucked it and moved my lips up and down the entire length of his man part. I swirled my tongue over and around and under his cock head. I ran my tongue up and down, stopping to give extra attention to that sensitive spot just under the head.

He told me to look up at him...I did so and resumed sliding my mouth up and down his cock.

He placed his hands on my shoulders. His grip was strong. He tensed for a moment, let out a long sigh and began shooting streams of his semen in my mouth. Just like the last time they were forceful, strong, copious. The taste was as I expected, at once both sweet and salty...just like all the other semen I've swallowed.

I held his cock in my mouth until I felt it soften and I sucked every drop of his semen as he slowly withdrew it from my mouth.

He pointed me to a small bathroom. I went in and slowly flushed the last of his semen down my throat with a sip of water. I returned to the room and started to get dressed.

My host reappeared fully dressed. Again he complimented my on my "cocksucking skills" and said..."yes...yes...you'll do fine...".

I thanked him for his hospitality and for the opportunity to provide my services to him.

There wasn't much small talk on the drive back to campus. When we arrived I thanked him again and said I will be looking forward to attend his Friday evening event.

I walked back to my dorm room..."What in the world have I agreed to...?".