Tommy pulled up his pants and tucked in his cock. He looked at me , shook his head and looked at Jake. "Where'd you find this one, man", nodding at me. "Fucking incredible. A natural. Best blowjob I ever had man. Seriously."
Tommy spoke to Jake as if I wasn't there or as if Jake had let him borrow a nice car or some other object.
Tommy looked at me, scoffed and shook his head, and started out the door pausing only to say "Later Jake. Later...cocksucker."
I got up and grabbed a towel from Jake's bathroom. In the mirror, I saw what Tommy had seen. My eyes were red and there were remnants of their cum in my hair, on my chest, and all over my face. I cleaned myself up as best as I could and looked at Jake, sitting on the edge of his bed, not far from where he had fucked my face.
He was looking at his new video and smiling.
"Jake?...Jake, You know I can't have that video out in public."
Jake hit the screen, pausing the fresh porno, and looked up at me.
"Yeah..." He said. "About that...", and Jake smirked. "You seem to agree to a lot when you see this baby..." And he grabbed his long dick and flopped it at me. "But then, when you go away, you get all...forgetful."
Jake mocked in a whiny falsetto, "Jake, about our agreement...I don't know if I can suck your cock anymore even though I agreed to. I don't know if I can swallow your fucking cum anymore."
Jake continued his mocking, pursing his lips and tilting his head left and right, "I can't be sucking your friends' cocks, either you know...even though that was our agreement."
Jake held up his phone and tapped it. On the screen Tommy stopped fucking my mouth and was jacking huge cumshots on my face. It was actually pretty hot.
"I may need this in case you decide to welsh on our arrangement."
Jesus, do we need to have this battle again? I couldn't have that video on the web; that would be a disaster. My face was clearly visible. Tommy's fat cock had shot a porno-worthy amount of cum on it.
I thought briefly about telling him that he had sucked me too - that he had swallowed my cum too. But I didn't that would get me anywhere. Plus, the video was only of me getting facefucked and worshiping cock. Jake wasn't even in it.
I held my hand out and said, "Jake. Give me the video."
Jake's face formed that fake smile he did when he was not pleased. He started to speak. I looked him in the eyes and held up my other hand, stopping him. "I know what you want, Jake."
I dropped to my knees in front of him and looked him in the eyes. "I will be you cocksucker. I will suck you and swallow your cum." I lowered my eyes and added, "I will suck your friends too and eat their cum."
I looked up at him
Jake smiled coldly and held the phone up, just out of my reach. "Wow, man. That was pretty good." He thought for a moment. "Kay...okay...I believe you. But, ummm, let's just put it to the test, huh? I'll call up a few guys I know. - Yeah. I'll call up my poker buddies and you can suck them."
I looked up at him. What? Now?
"Jake, listen, man. I'll suck you - You, now..." and I glanced at his beautiful cock right in front of me. I would love to suck that fleshy tube again, I thought. "But, seriously, man. I have to get home. Marcie is waiting for me. I do have a life outside of your cock."
Jake shook his head, "See - I knew it - knew you'd fuckin wel-"
"No, Jake." I interrupted him. "I'm not welshing, man. Let's just plan it though. That's all." Jake looked unconvinced.
I explained. "Let's plan it, man. Me sucking your friends - your poker friends, right?. They...They can't all be open to having a dude suck them, right? I mean, what if they're afraid of - y'know... what if they don't like a some gay - I mean - some guy blowing them."
Jake was thinking. I grabbed his soft cock and couldn't help closing my eyes and taking in a breath. His cock was so warm and soft. And long. I squeezed his flaccid shaft and started stroking him. It felt so sexy.
"We have to make this work, right? You guys don't just play strip poker, do ya? You play for cash."
Jake was slowly nodding. I was starting to feel the blood pulse in his penis. "Right...", agreed Jake.
"How do we make it so they all want you to suck them? They're not queer" Jake was thinking now. ""Maybe Mark - he might be queer."
I had no idea what he was talking about. But I had his attention and wasn't going to lose the moment. I started sucking his cock head in my mouth.
"Ohhhhh, yeah... How do I make them want this." Jake bit his lip and looked at me. He put a hand on my head, guiding me. "You suck so - Ohhhh shit - you suck so good."
I started taking him deep in my throat. I fondled his balls.
"Fuck yeah! We will have them begging for this shit. So fucking good."And Jake thrust his hips against me, holding my head. He put both hands on my head and started fucking my face. Jake's cock slid in and out of my mouth. My spit started running down my chin.
"I got it, man. I know how -oh god! Yes!. Those fuckers will do it man. They'll - Ohhh- they'll fuck your mouth like this! Those straight fuckers will cum in your mouth. You'll get straight fuckin cum on you face! You'll fucking swallow their straight fucking cummmmm!" And with that, Jake held my head to his crotch and came in my throat. I felt his cock pulse against my tongue with every spurt.
Finally, Jake released me and I gasped for air as his cock slid out of my mouth. My face was a mess again with tears streaming down my cheeks and spit hanging from my chin.
I had a raging hard on but ignored it as I reached for the towel I used before and wiped myself.
Jake tossed me his phone as he lay back on his bed. "9999" He said, giving me his password.
I transferred the video over to my phone and put both phones down. I went to his living room, found my clothes and drank down the warm beer he'd opened for me earlier.
Jake and I then figured out a loose plan and set a date for the poker game.
The two weeks went by relatively quickly. I told my wife the truth - kinda - about going out. I told her that I was going to play poker at Jake's. That I'd be drinking. And that I'd be home late. I left out my plans to suck all of their cocks...
Marcie and I were happily married with a nice but, for me, unfulfilling sex life. She was a devout Baptist and pretty straight-laced. We'd met when I had gone to school in her home state of Alabama. Roll tide! She was in good shape since she exercised regularly. Marcie'd never been able to have kids and maybe this helped her keep her figure. She had always had large breasts and round hips but she'd never been called fat. She still turned me on and we had sex a couple times a month. We'd fallen into a routine, though, and I suspect she felt that too. Marcie was a good wife to me. I felt bad about deceiving her. She wouldn't understand my newfound passion for cocksucking though. I couldn't imagine telling her or having her find out.
After fifteen years of marriage, going out occasionally with the guys was something I did less and less often. To her credit, Marcie was actually happy to see me make a change. "I'm glad you're starting to hang out with some men (she said "may-en") again. You were getting to be a homebody. Maybe you could have them come over here for poker night next time (She said "nayxt tahm").
"Ahm a good hostess, y'know.", She said off hand in her perky southern manner as she loaded the dishwasher. "Ahd make shur y'all were well fed (she pronounced it "fay-ed) and entertained while you played."
"D'ya want me to make y'all something to eat for tonight?" she asked thoughtfully.
I smiled and kissed her. "Thanks, babe but Jake always has plenty for me...", I said grinning at my own pun. "...they'll be a bunch of us guys there tonight. I'll have plenty to eat...and drink, I'm sure."
According to our plan, I'd get to Jake's after he and his buddies were already there. Our plan was that he would tell them that I wasn't very good at poker, hadn't played often, and that he'd let me come because I'd be easy money. I didn't want anyone to think I'd willingly suck them. Our plan allowed me to be forced into it. The plan allowed me to pretend to drink too. We settled on me drinking from a doctored bottle of "vodka". I wanted to refrain from drinking alcohol because neither of us wanted to have me throw up from the alcohol (or from gagging on cocks) but nor did we want the guys suspicious about me staying sober while they drank.