I figured Jake would call me every day for his blowjobs as we agreed and when he didn't and a week passed, I was both relieved and bothered. I was relieved because, agreeing to be at his beck and call? To suck his cock when he wanted? That was something I did just in order get access to and to remove that video he made of me sucking him from his damn phone. Clearly he understood that I couldn't have that getting out – I'd be ruined. In hindsight, even he couldn't possibly have really thought I would follow through with the "deal". And what was with the handshake on this "deal" anyway? He knew it could never be legally binding so asking me to "shake on it"? That made it official? I mean, from a cultural standpoint, it kinda did make it "official". But what did that even mean? Cultural... I scoffed at myself. What was I thinking. He knew that he got all he was going to get from me. He had no leverage. This is why he wasn't going to text me. Jake wasn't dumb and understood that this was a one time (well... two times) event that couldn't really repeat much less become a regular thing...I was married and he... well he surely had other ways to relieve his needs. We were done.
Truth be told though, there was definitely a part of me that was bothered. I had sucked his cock. I made him cum in my mouth. It was good. I was good. I bet I was his best! I had fantasized for so many years about putting a penis in my mouth – about sucking cock - that those events had shaken me to my core. Sucking him had been truly awesome. I couldn't deny this. But I would put this behind me. I had video of both of my blowjobs that I could masturbate to and had already done so, in fact. It was better to move on and list this as a "been there, done that" bucket list event. Something I wouldn't repeat. Just like Jake had obviously done, I would let this event die peacefully or at least let it retreat back into my fantasies.
And that's when my phone beeped.
It was a text from an unknown number. It said "bj time my place now". It was followed by another text with an address. Obviously, it was Jake.
Suppressing the silly desire I always had to correct peoples texts (how hard was it to add capital letters and punctuation for godsakes?), I contemplated my reply.
I should just ignore it. What was he going to do? I had the video. He had nothing. On the other hand, we did agree. We had shaken on it.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. I would go there and discuss this with him man to man. What happened had happened but was over. Yes, we had made an agreement but he would have to let me out of it.
I texted "I'm coming over. We need to talk about our arrangement." and hit send. I was kind of proud of myself for typing arrangement and not deal. I didn't like the idea of breaking a deal but it's not like it was legally binding anyway. An arrangement? That wasn't anything. It wasn't even a commitment.
It was a Saturday so Marcie was home too. I told her I was going out to the home depot and left.
I drove the short distance across town to his apartment feeling like I made the right choice. Maybe I could have a beer and discuss this with him. No. It would be short and sweet. We're not doing this. The end. Good bye. I agreed to this "deal" while in the throes of passion after all.
I parked and walked up to the door of the address Jake sent me. I knocked.
The door swung open and Jake answered. Completely fucking nude. His soft cock dangling there. The foreskin covering the head. Bowing with an exaggerated movement he said "Come on in, cocksucker".
Shocked and embarrassed, I furtively glanced around. There was a guy leaving his condo across the street but he didn't seem to be paying any attention. Other than that, the street was empty.
"Come on before my dick gets a sunburn." he said too loudly it seemed to me.
I quickly entered before he attracted someone's attention, shushing him, and shocked by this crazy behavior. Who answers the door nude? And why was he speaking so loud. Was he trying to attract attention?
"Shhh! Someone will hear you" I said in a stage whisper as I quickly brushed past him. I turned around as he pulled down his raised arm and shut the door. Did I see him wave at his neighbor across the street first before shutting the door? Surely not – he was nude!
"Jake!" I was still whispering. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Hey cocksucker". He said as he entered his apartment. He snorted and said "Why are you whispering? Do you think you're in a fucking library or something?"
I was so flustered by this whole nude, loud entrance that I didn't know what else to say. As he sauntered into the kitchen area I couldn't help but notice his tone body. He really was in great shape. He must work out daily I thought noticing his back, shoulders, and ass.
I pulled my eyes away and looked around. I had to get control of myself and this situation. Jake's apartment was relatively nondescript. Some nice furniture. some old. A nice couch. A poker table in a corner. A few posters of beaches on the walls. Nothing offensive but nothing that showed any originality or style. Looking around quickly I remembered that Jake was a mid-level tech in my company and probably made decent money but nothing crazy. I regained my composure and looked up.
"Listen Jake. I was thinking about our little deal." I started to say. Jake had two beers in his hands and was moving towards me, his cock loosely flopping from thigh to thigh.
