DILEMMA ONE: Learning The Game
This is Tristan.
You would like Tristan. Tristan is a healthy gay boy, slim and active, with a voracious appetite for cock. He wears skinny-jeans that show his bulge to best advantage, and a short T-shirt that leaves his toned midriff bare. But Tristan is confused. Tristan wrestles with a conundrum he's unable to resolve. Like all young gays, he is obsessively oversexed. He thinks of little else. It turns his brain to mush.
Tristan has a well-hung married boyfriend who comes around regularly and keeps Tristan's greedy mouth and puckered little bum-hole very well-fucked. This makes Tristan very happy indeed. He loves his boyfriend's cock, and positively glows when he's being fucked by it. His Boyfriend talked to him a lot about the health-giving benefits of swallowing spunk, about how freshly-ejaculated semen is rich in protein, citric acid, free amino acids, fructose, enzymes, phosphorylcholine, prostaglandin, potassium, and zinc. A generous cocktail of easily and pleasurably-digestible goodness. Not that Tristan ever needed any such inducement to swallow his spunk on a regular basis...! It was his absolute delight.
The time between visits from his well-hung boyfriend is what does not make Tristan happy. Because the boyfriend is married, the visits are not as frequent as he would prefer. So Tristan spends a great deal of time lounging around naked, masturbating to explicit erotic fantasies or watching gay videos on his laptop. Tristan wants to be good, faithful and loyal. He wants to be a monogamous boy. He really does. He tries his best. But swallowing semen has an addictive narcotic effect on Tristan, which sets up a craving that's impossible to resist. He closes his eyes and imagines he's sucking his boyfriend's big delicious cock. But he watches the boy in the porn-video groaning with joy as he's being anally fucked by some anonymous dominant big hard cock. And he longs to be that lucky boy. Sometimes the longing, the yearning, the unfulfilled ache gnaws away at him, until he loses control.
Down the street there's a Diner with a barista who enjoys having his cock sucked by an enthusiastic gay boy. Sometimes Tristan has found the urge so great that he's given in, and gone into the Diner storeroom with the barista, crouched down and sucked him off. The barista's cock is not as big or satisfying as his boyfriend's, but a boy has needs, and he also gets a complimentary cappuccino. Tristan also has the number of a previous boyfriends in his phone, and once or twice, when he can no longer resist the raging urgency in his groin, he's phoned one particular earlier boyfriend, arranged to meet him in the man's car in the multi-story carpark, and sucked him off there. The earlier boyfriend is arrogant and controlling, but Tristan adores sucking his big cock. He's a helpless victim of his own physical necessities. Tristan fears that, if the situation continues, there will be other lapses, other men, other mouthfuls of cock...
Should Tristan tell his current boyfriend of his lapses, and hope he will understand? Or should he simply accept the restrictions on his sex-life, and learn to live with them? Or maybe move on to a more sexually satisfying relationship with another generous man who is able to fuck him more frequently? Tristan is confused. Tristan wrestles with a conundrum he's unable to resolve. And all the while his perky cock is pulsing out its urgency...
DILEMMA TWO: Dear Agony Aunt
My problem began when I spent a delightfully convivial evening with my married friends, Simon and Trevor, in their flat. I've known Simon for a long time, he's a kind, slightly-built generous person I've always held in a great deal of affection. His husband, Trevor is more brooding and intense in an occasionally intimidating way. We were enjoying each other's company so much that we completely lose track of time, and I miss my last bus home. 'Don't worry, Dear Tristan' says Simon kindly, 'Trevor will get the car out and drive you.' Which he proceeds to do. We drive through the night, until he parks outside my flat.
It was at that moment that things change. The tone of his voice deepens to a kind of teasing playfulness, and I can't help but see by the dashboard-light that he's flipped his cock out... and - my friends, it was beautiful! 'Time to pay for the ride' he said in a voice that brooks no refusal. I was torn, undeniably tempted, but striving to resist out of loyalty to my friend Simon. Maybe it was the wine singing in my bloodstream? But I fooled myself, one little kiss on the cock-tip won't hurt, will it? And Trevor can be very persuasive. I duck my head down... one kiss becomes a lick, and inevitably that deliciously engorged shaft slips effortlessly between my lips and into my hungry mouth, before I know it I'm sucking voraciously, moaning with sheer pleasure. In a rush of feverish arousal I unzip myself and begin jerking off, but Trevor says 'No, no spunk-stains on the upholstery', so I simply concentrate on sucking him off instead, until his breath quickens, he grunts, his fat cock swells and pulses up against my tongue, and he's cumming mightily in my mouth. Giving a Blowjob is like eating a Box of Chocolates, you never know which one you're going to get next... the little cum-dribble that only leaves you hungry for more, or the copious gusher that makes you give thanks to the gods of Gay sex that you were born to be a cock-sucker... Trevor was delightfully in this category.
