Another co-worker learns of my oral skills ... Continued from Ch 3.
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Continued from chapter three...
I woke up Sunday afternoon from my nap feeling refreshed. As I lay in bed, the memory of the days previous events came flooding back. Laying on my side, I ran my hands down over my smooth ass and over my used hole and still felt the wetness of Kent's cum leaking out. I thought about how he had used me earlier, teasing my hole with my fingers, making them wet before bringing them to my mouth and nose to smell and taste his cum again. Instantly my cock began to swell as the scent of his cum drifted into my nose before I licked my fingers clean.
Suddenly, I was jolted back to reality laying there, almost seeing myself in third person. What the hell had I become and how did I allow this to happen? I had let Kent, a person I now work with, have his way with me and demonstrated to him what a willing cocksucker and cum dump I was. This wasn't some stranger I would never see again. I became very concerned about the choice I had made the night before when I first went to his room to suck his cock. I wanted to find a way out of this and stop being his cocksucker, but my hardening cock betrayed me.
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Looking in the mirror, seeing my semi erect dick, I surrendered to my fate. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I knew that I loved to suck cock and that this new arrangement with Kent would allow me to do it a lot. After all, my normal life was far away at home and my actions in the new job would be easy to keep separate. Still looking in the mirror I felt anxious about the future. To reassure myself, I mouthed the mantra from one of the sissy hypno vids I like to watch: "I am a cocksucker, I love sucking cock and making men cum", over and over. Resigned to my new role, I got dressed and got ready to head up to the bar to catch happy hour.
Up in the bar, I found a table and ordered a beer. I didn't see anyone from work so just watched the football game on the TV. After a while, Clint walked in and sat down at my table. We small talked about work and the game on TV and ended up ordering another round just as Kent and another co-worker, Chris walked in and headed straight to my table. We drank, joked and ate food from the happy hour menu and as Kent got his buzz on, he started in with the inappropriate jokes.
"Hey Steve, you like sauce on your fries huh?" he quipped, looking me in the eye and smirking.
He continued to make insinuating jokes directed at me, indicating I liked dick and jizz. Clint and Chris laughed, and I tried to joke right back and not show any embarrassment, I didn't want then to see Kent was getting to me.
Clint suggested we all go out to eat at one of the brew pubs in town, so we settled up our bar bill and headed out to dinner. Dinner went well enough with more rounds of beers and the usual joking. Kent sat next to me in the booth and would discreetly touch my thigh under the table. I was getting drunk enough that my mind wandered back to sucking on his cock earlier as I sat there with these guys. I could feel my cock begin to grow and I lightly brushed my hand over Kent's crotch when the guys weren't looking. I was surprised to feel the heat from his cock through is jeans.
We finished the last round, and all headed back to the hotel in Clint's car. Once back at the hotel, we were going to go have a nightcap, but Chris decided he was going to go back out and check out the local night life.
Kent said, "You'll probably have better luck here then out in town Chris... right Steve?". Laughing, I just said I didn't know and tried to ignore his inuendo, hoping the guys did too.
"I'm good," Steve said and with that, headed out for the evening. Kent, Clint and I were going to head back to the hotel bar when Clint said,
"Hey, I've got a bottle of whisky, why don't we just have a drink in my room and save some money?" I hesitated a bit but before I could say anything, Kent agreed saying "Sound's great man, I'm sure Stevie is down for that too, right Stevie?"
"Sounds good guys, I'm down with that." I replied.
We made our way to Clint's room and proceeded to relax. Kent and I sat on his couch while Clint poured us each several fingers of single barrel whisky before sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Cheers to a good evening guys, Chris doesn't know what he's missing." Said Kent.
"How's that?' asked Clint.
"Well, he's probably not even going to get a blow job tonight, but I know I will." Kent said with a smile.
"Oh really? And how is that going to happen, you going to call a hooker or something?"
I watched this exchange with my heart racing... Kent was being very obvious, and I could tell he was on the verge of exposing me to Clint and was loving fucking with me like this, controlling me and making me face up to what I have agreed too. My heart was pounding, and my hands were getting sweaty.
"Well Clint, I'll share a little secret with you," he said looking right at me. "Stevie here has agreed to be my personal cocksucker, right Stevie? Tell Clint here about our arrangement."
I was speechless, this was supposed to be all on the DL, just between Kent and I and now he was telling another guy about this? Fuck, my head was spinning, I had never been outed like that and didn't know how to respond. Kent was grinning from ear to ear, I looked over to Clint and he looked surprised as well.
Kent urged: "Go on Stevie, tell him what you are and what you agreed to, were all friends here, no judgements right Clint?"
There was a long silence as I looked back and forth at their faces. There wasn't much for me to say really, I could deny it and say Kent was full of shit but remembered the threat he had made about the pictures and me keeping my job. I had no choice but to embrace this roll, so I spoke up:
"Well.. ummm, yeah, it's true. I agreed to be his cocksucker."
