I awoke to the sounds of the news coming from my alarm clock/radio. I had slept straight thru since Mr. Wolfe had dumped me thoroughly fucked and totally exhausted on my bed. As I listened to the news I could still feel the slimy residue of his cum that had leaked out of my asshole and I could feel crusty patches as I ran my hands over the sheets.
I had never felt that totally exhausted in my entire life. After taking all those loads from Frank and Evan, Mr. Wolfe had appeared at my door and convinced me that he'd keep my secret about being queer if I did as he said. I reluctantly took the first load out of him; little did I know he'd end up giving me four more! And what loads! Did that man ever know what to with his cock! He had taken to calling me "cocksucker" and "faggot" during our sessions together and it had bothered me at first but I realized that if Mr. Wolfe thought of me that way; that was okay. I was quickly learning that there was an unspoken yearning within me to serve men like Frank and Mr. Wolfe.
I got up and went into the bathroom. As I used the toilet, I looked over at the enema kit Frank had bought me sitting on the shelf. The way the last few days had gone, I decided maybe I should use it; you never know what might happen. I also liked the clean feeling it left me with. I got myself good and clean with it and then luxuriated in a long hot shower. The pelting water felt great as it washed over me. I scrubbed the dried cum off my ass and thighs and when I was done, I felt like I was ready to face the world again.
As I ate my breakfast and made myself a lunch, I kept wondering how things were going to go with Lori at work today. I wondered how much Frank would tell her about the weekend. Based on the conversation he had with her on the phone, I would guess all of it!
I got myself dressed, grabbed my lunch and headed down in the elevator. When I got to the main floor, I checked my watch and noticed that I was a little earlier than usual. I looked one way down the main hallway that lead to the parking garage and then looked down towards the other end of the hallway......I found myself going the other way to the very end and knocked on the last doorway. I got no response and knocked a little harder.
"Hold on.....hold on. I'm coming," I heard from the other side of the door. I heard the locks opening and then the door swung partway open and Mr. Wolfe poked his head around the side of the door. "Oh. Good morning Jon. What can I do for you?"
"Ummm....well.....ummm.....do you think I could suck you off before I go to work?" The words seemed to babble out of me almost unconsciously.
"Sure, no problem, cocksucker. C'mon in," he said as he pulled the door open further. I slid past him and set my lunch down on a small table near his entry. He was dressed in a pair of loose boxers and I could see that he'd probably woken up with a hard-on when I'd knocked at his door. "Let's go into the bedroom, faggot." I followed him into the bedroom and looked around his apartment on the way. It was a typical bachelor's apartment with stuff kind of scattered everywhere. It looked clean but untidy. He had a big bed with a wooden head and footboard and he must have turned on the light beside him when I'd knocked. He turned to face me when he got to the side of the bed.
"Get on your knees and crawl over here, faggot," he commanded. I dropped to my knees instantly and crawled over to him on all fours as he stood with his hands on his hips. When I was right in front of him, I sat up so my face was directly in front of the protruding bulge at his crotch. "Get rid of those shorts," he said. I reached up to his waistband and quickly pulled down. I watched as his semi-hard cock snapped back up out of his shorts to point straight out at me; that usual precum shining at the end. He stepped out of his shorts and sat down on the bed. He spread his legs and I crawled forward between them as my hands slid up his muscular thighs.
"Go for it, cocksucker." I reached forward with one hand and wrapped it around his cock as I moved my mouth over the tip. As his precum started to drip down, I quickly licked it up and then fully wrapped my lips over the head. I bathed the spongy membranes with my tongue and felt him quickly start to get harder. I started bobbing my head as I slid the outer sheath of skin on his cock back and forth with my hand. As his cock started to extend and fill, I was able to put my other hand above the first one. I used both hands to churn away at his thickening shaft as I used my loving mouth on the end. In just a couple of minutes, his cock was rock hard as I made love to his full 9 ¾".
I was moaning with lust as I kept bobbing my head and milking my hands along his hard erection. His engorged crimson head filled my mouth as I swirled my tongue against the V on the underside of his crown. I saw his ball drawing up in their sack and bobbed my head faster as I firmly shucked my gripping hands back and forth.
"OH YEAH! HERE YOU GO FAGGOT!" he bellowed as I felt the first rope of cum shoot forth into the back of my mouth. I savored the flavor of his musky cum for just a second before I swallowed. I knew he'd have plenty more for me. His cock kept unloading into my mouth as I continued to milk his pulsating dick with my hands. Rope after thick creamy rope filled my mouth as I kept swallowing. I was purring around his cock as it kept throbbing in mouth as it spat forth his heavenly semen. His orgasm finally subsided and I lapped up the final trickles of dogwater that oozed from his gaping piss-slit.
"There you go, Jon. That load should keep you going for a little while anyway." He said as he stood up and pulled his semi-hard cock out of my mouth. "What do you say, cocksucker?" he asked as we walked back towards the front door with his cock hanging heavy and full in front of him.
"Ummm....thank you Mr. Wolfe. Thank you sir."
"What are you Jon?" he asked sternly as he stopped and face me.
"Ummmm.....a cocksucker sir?" I answered with a questioning tone to my voice.
"That's right. And whose cocksucker are you?"
"I'm your cocksucker, sir."
"That's better. Is that your lunch? Nothing to drink?" he asked as he pointed to my small lunch bag.
"Yes sir. Uh, I usually just buy a drink at work sir."