"I want to be naked with you," I whined to Marty, "is there any night we can be together? Maybe spend the night in a motel?"
I already knew the answer. His wife, Miriam, told me she will intentionally be out of town Friday night so I could lure her husband to the motel. It was simply a matter of Marty working up enough nerve to meet me in public instead of the backseat of his car. I hoped he would say "NO" to my request to ease my guilty conscience.
Miriam knew of a motel on the outskirts of town called 'The SixtyNiner' that featured special 'adult themed rooms.' She had said when the time comes, she will reserve the 'Mirror-Mirror on the Wall' room. The walls and ceiling consisted of nothing but mirrors.
"Mirrors?" I'd asked her. "That might be fun for us, but how does that help with your plan?"
And then I suddenly thought of something: "Oh my goodness, you're going to be behind one of those mirrors watching us, aren't you?"
She leaned into me and with that patented look of sneering derision on her twisted face whispered, "Don't be ridiculous, I am not wasting an entire evening watching two needle-dick faggots squirting puny loads...I don't have to be there in-person-"
She abruptly stopped talking and changed the subject, but she had said enough for me to figure it out: I was sure there would be camera's behind those mirrors taping everything Marty and I did.
I was now convinced her plan was to humiliate Marty during divorce proceedings in open court with the videos. Bitter and nasty revenge on her husband of twenty-years...his crime? Hiding from her the fact he is gay, and always has been.
The woman was consumed with a seething rage. She felt he duped her into a loveless marriage; twenty-years of unsatisfactory sex because of his natural aversion to women and his pathetically small prick. She wanted to destroy Marty in public; something I felt absolutely miserable about being a part of.
Marty stopped sucking me long enough to say, "Oh yes, I'd l-o-v-e that too..." but then took a deep breath and swallowed my hard cock again without answering the question.
In just four backseat trysts with Marty, he had changed from a shy, gay-denying forty-year-old man into a ravenous cock-slut; a natural 'bottom' hungry to make up for all his years in the closet.
Tonight, for example, no sooner had we climbed into his car that he was frantically fumbling with the belt on my slacks; if I hadn't helped him he would have torn and ripped my pants in his effort to get at my penis. After forty-years of denying his love of cock, he couldn't get enough of it now, and I was totally to blame.
For my own comfort, I rationalized his new-found behavior by thinking it a good thing; that I did him a huge favor by allowing him to express his true sexuality, but in the back of my mind I wondered what price that evil bitch-of-a-wife of his would make him pay.
I really don't have a choice in this, I tell myself over-and-over. If Miriam complains to my boss, Tommy, the good life I have known will be over. I will lose my apartment and car, and in all likelihood end up homeless, hustling handjobs and bj's in sleazy bars for disgusting old men.
Yes, I am a sharp and intelligent guy, but I don't know how to do anything else. If I don't follow through with this, in my next career I will be asking people "Do you want fries with that?"
"Ohhhh Marty, that is so-goood," I moan when I feel my balls begin to rise.
I open my eyes to see his movements. There is something sooo sexy about watching a man's head rising and falling in your lap.
His serpentine-like tongue causes a shiver of delight to race up my spine. I have taught him well. He has become an excellent cocksucker in just four-days, but I also know, a person who truly loves what they're doing learns very quickly.
Suddenly I feel a finger rubbing my anus. I smile in the darkness congratulating myself on this move I taught him just last night. I now close my eyes, sit back and wait for his voracious sucking to relieve the intense pressure in my balls.
My moaning becomes constant. My lower body begins writhing and grinding on the seat; I am almost there...when my hips begin thrusting upwards forcing my entire prick inside his mouth, the finger on my anus suddenly pushes thru the sphincter deep inside my asshole.
My body thrashes about uncontrollably as Marty hungrily swallows three large loads of my hot jizz then a smaller fourth and fifth then licks at the final dribbles from my shrinking penis.
Marty continues licking my sensitive flesh, cleaning it of all my juices. The man has developed an unquenchable thirst for sperm and semen.
The moment I readjust my clothing, I reach to open his belt. His hands quickly stop mine.
"Oh, uh, it's okay, John, I'm good," he says.
"Sweetie, I want to return the favor," I say to him.
"Well, uh, that won't be necessary..." he replies.
Oh my goodness...my hand sneaks below his and feels the wetness seeping thru his slacks. The dear man had gotten so excited with my prick in his mouth he'd cum in his pants. How precious...
I kiss his cheek then whisper in his ear.
"I really would love to get naked with you...I'd love to bend you over and fuck your sweet ass until you cum...would you like to feel my cock inside you?" I ask.
"Ohhhhh..." he moans.
"We'll do whatever you want, Marty," I add. "Would you like me to make you my bitch for a night?"
"Ohhhh, John...I, uh, well...God yessssss..." he softly admitted.
"When, baby? Please make it soon, sweetie, I can't wait to slide my dick in and out of your pussy!" I said darting my tongue in his ear.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, God, John...how about, well, sure, how about this Friday night?" he shyly asks me.
"Sounds good to me, baby...I'll take care of the details. You don't have to do a thing - you won't even see another person, okay?" I say to reassure him of his privacy.
"Oh, okay, that would be great," he answers.
Sitting in my car, I watch Marty drive out of the parking lot then I text his wife: "Friday night is a 'GO' - let me know when - I already know the where."
I look at the time and decide it's too late to call Andy. When I get home I'll shower then slip into the pink panties and masturbate to my hearts content. Maybe that will help make me feel better...temporarily, at least.
I arrive at the Northside fitness center at noon the next day and report to the office of a man named Anthony. There are three, very large black men in the office. I assume 'Anthony' is the one sitting behind the desk.
"Hi, uh, I'm John, I am supposed to start work here," I say softly.
I watch his eyes slowly travel from my face to my crotch then back to my face.
"I know who you are," he said gruffly. "What you waitin on boy? Get them clothes off so we can see what you got!"
I am surprised by the abruptness of his words. My hands begin to tremble as I obey his command and undress before the three men.
When I am naked he said loudly, "Clasp your hands behind your neck and spread those legs wider apart!"
I immediately did as I was told and quickly realized how vulnerable and helpless I was in this position. I became consumed with fear as the three men simply stared at my naked, white flesh. My scrotum gently swayed from side-to-side.
I asked myself: Am I an employee or a prisoner here? There was no doubt in my mind these three men could do whatever they wanted with me with no consequences.
"Whadda ya think boys?" he said to the other men.
"I wanna see that precious pussy of his that Tommy don't want us to fuck!" said the biggest of men.
The man behind the desk barked, "You heard him boy, open those cheeks and show us that little brown hole of yours!"
I meekly said, "Yes, sir," and bent over slightly, reached behind and placed my hands on my butt-cheeks and slowly pulled them apart.
"Give Lewis a close-up look, boy!" said the boss.
"Y-Yes, sir," I replied and shuffled backwards until my ass was inches from the man's face.
I could feel the man's hot breath on my anus. Suddenly, he gripped my hips with strong hands and the wetness of his tongue pushing past my sphincter gave me an instant boner.
