I was home one Saturday morning when I got a call from an old high school friend that I had seen only once in the last ten years. Chris asked if I was still collecting comic books since he was going to sell some of the better books in his collection. I told him I was, but hadnât done much collecting in a while, and money was kind of tight for the wife and me. Chris told me to come over to his parents place (he was just in town for the weekend) and take a look at the books. Maybe we could work something out.
I hadnât been to Chrisâ house in a long time, and barely remembered the way. It turns out he had some very valuable comics, but I just couldnât afford them. He asked me what I could give him and I told Chris I only could pay about $100 bucks (the books he wanted to sell were easily worth ten times that).
Chris said âDan, I canât let you have them for that little. Is there anything you can think of that would make me sell the books that cheap?â
I thought about it and said âSorry, do you have something in mind?â
Chris said if I would give him a blowjob, he would give me another $100 worth of books and if I let him fuck me, he would throw in another $100 worth.
I replied âWhat are you talking about? I came over to look at some comics. Iâm kinda insulted, and Iâm not even gay. What is this all about?â
Chris answered âI know youâre not gay Dan. It wouldnât be fun if you were. I just think you really want these books, and I really want a blowjob from you. I want to have our high school valedictorian on his knees worshipping my cock. Besides, I think you wouldnât mind experimenting. Look at yourself, youâre getting hard just having me suggest it.â
I looked down and noticed I was getting a hard-on. I had often masturbated to the thought of Chris using me for his own pleasure. I wasnât gay, but had spanked off to many gay thoughts in the past. Chris used to keep a large porno collection when we were in high school, and I guess I must have just gotten lost in the thought of Chris, of all people, sexually controlling me. I didnât know what to do or say. I just mumbled âAre you seriousâ
Chris replied âDan, Iâm as serious as a car crash. Strip out of your clothes and kneel before me.â
I was in shock. My fantasy was becoming a reality, and I wasnât sure how to react. âNo one will be here?â I asked.
âThatâs my little cocksucker. Come over here and earn your comic books. No one will know.â Chris replied.
Again, I was torn. There is no going back if I take that step. However, I really did want to know, and I donât know how Chris thought I would be interested. It must have been fate, and who was I to go against fate. I slowly took off my clothes down to my underwear and approached Chris with a raging hard on.
âAll the way, Dan. I like my bitches naked when they are blowing me.â
I stripped out of my underwear and knelt before Chris. He told me to undo his pants. As I opened his pants and belt, Chris pulled his shirt off. As I lowered his pants, Chris stepped completely out of them and ordered me to rub his cock through his underwear. In all of my fantasies, Chris had an above average cock, but I wasnât ready for what I experienced. Chris was extremely well endowed, with a tool that had to have exceeded ten inches. I was scared, but staring in awe.
When I was told to remove his underwear, I slowly pulled at the waistband, and as I lowered his shorts, his cock lowered right onto my face. Chris laughed âMy cock looks good against your face. Show me what that bitch mouth can do Mr. Valedictorian. Or should I say Miss Valedictorian. Iâm gonna turn you into a cock loving girl.â
When he was completely naked, I reached for Chrisâ cock, and was in shock when the head stuck out with both of my hands on it. He was huge and I was feeling like a girl. I dove right into his cock without a second thought. It tasted incredible. All those years of spanking off to a fantasy of cock sucking, not really knowing what I was fantasizing about. It was better than I imagined, and I was in a horny daze like nothing I could have expected.
Chris started giving me orders, and I did my best to please him. He told me to lick the length of his shaft, and I did it. He told me to deep throat him, and I did the best I could. All that was mattering was pleasing him. I was so wound up, that I couldnât hear anything but Chrisâ orders, his moans of pleasure and the trash talking he was giving me.
âYou cock sucking slut. I should invite a couple of my friends over here to use you. Would you like that?â