Part 10: Surrogate Girlfriend
Just when I felt sort of settled into a routine, things changed again. This change was precipitated by Tim's girlfriend breaking up with him. I never found out what happened between them. All I knew was that Tim was suddenly lonely on weekends. Initially, the only effect of this concerned the timing of his blackmail demands. Before long, though, it changed their nature rather dramatically.
I guess the first weekend after Tim's girlfriend broke up with him, he toughed it out. But on Friday before the second weekend, he had decided that the fact that his girlfriend had dumped him and he couldn't find another girlfriend was no reason his sex life should have to suffer. Just after I had finished blowing him in the supply room on Friday afternoon, he informed me that I would be coming over to his house Saturday night. When I told him I had a date with Steph Saturday night, he really didn't care. He gave me two options: break the date or end it early enough to get over to his house by 11:00. Protests were to no effect. He simply reminded me that there would be likely to be *no* further dates with Steph if he had a little chat with her. Now I really wished I had never told him what Steph had said about Tom and Jennifer and my fears of what Steph would do if she ever found out what I was doing with Tim or Murphy. I had told him in the process of pleading with him to keep this secret. But, in my typical naïve fashion, I had only given him more ammunition to use against me.
So my date with Steph had to be a short one. As it turned out, that was fine. A longer date would only have dragged out the torture. We took in an early movie and then went for what I knew had to be a quick drink. I had planned to tell Steph that I wasn't feeling well and end the date early for that reason. As it turned out, I didn't have to lie. My stomach hurt and I couldn't concentrate on anything Steph said. In typical self-obsessed manner, she interpreted it as selfishness on my part and lack of concern about her. In fact, I was very concerned about her and getting sick to my stomach thinking that I would be leaving her to go suck on Tim's cock.
After I dropped Steph off, I spent the time driving to Tim's house thinking about how to get out of this hole I'd dug myself into. But short of killing him--which I'd considered but feared I couldn't get away with--I could think of nothing. So I pulled into Tim's driveway, prepared for my fate.
I wasn't prepared for how the night would turn out. After I took care of Tim's needs in the usual fashion, I was getting ready to leave. Tim told me to stay. I didn't know what was up until he told me that his girlfriend usually stayed over Saturday night and he was used to having sex first thing Sunday morning. He had missed that last weekend and he didn't intend to go another Sunday morning without getting his rocks off. What could I do? The blackmail threat was still there. I had to yield.
So I wound up sleeping on the couch until around 8:30 when I was summoned into his room to perform my morning chores. He seemed to enjoy this even more than using me at work. I was so clearly at his beck and call. It was weird for me. He was naked--a first. And he was lying down on his bed--another first. So I got on my hands and knees on the bed next to him. I didn't have to get him aroused. He was already hard with a morning woody.
I took him in my mouth, knowing my job would be easy this morning because Tim was so hard. Using one hand to squeeze the base of his cock and jerk him into my mouth, I had him ready to spurt in a matter of minutes. And spurt he did. With all the experience I had acquired in the last month sucking Tim off and taking his load, I'd gotten pretty good at swallowing it without gagging or retching. But this morning it was difficult. Whether it was because he had just awoken with a woody and shot me an especially large load or because I was in the unusual position I was in and had to sort of suck his cum up into my mouth to swallow it, I found it hard to keep up with his eruption. Some of it dribbled back down his slick shaft and I had to push it up with my hand and lick it off. When I started to pull off of his spent cock, he pushed my head back on and rolled over, pushing me onto my side next to him with his softening cock still in my mouth. He wanted me to keep sucking him. I'm very different. After I've cum, I don't want any stimulation. My cock is just too sensitive. Tim wasn't looking for any real action; I could tell that by how he held my head still. He just wanted me to suckle on his soft cock.
While I was pleasing him in this way, I reflected on how much had happened to me recently. I went from not having touched another man's cock to being available on demand to service not one but two cocks. How many blowjobs had I given in the last six weeks or so? There was no way I could count them from memory. Too many of them blurred together in my mind. But I figured that for the last four weeks, since Tim got into the act, I was giving about 10 to 12 blow jobs a week. And then, there were the three I gave Old Man Murphy before that. I guessed that I had easily given over 50 blowjobs in my short career. I'd gotten pretty proficient at it. And the best part--if there can be a "best part" to this humiliating degradation--was that I was mostly over the shame of shooting my load when I took theirs. That had only happened with Tim five or six times. And it was happening with Murphy less than half the time now. I had learned to carry tissues with me and to wear briefs under my boxers. That way, when it did happen, I could clean up before it soaked through my pants. So, these were the thoughts that went through my head while I suckled on Tim's soft cock. I realized that I was finding the suckling soothing and comforting. But I found *that* thought very discomforting. So I quickly put it out of my mind. He allowed me to pull off his cock this time and didn't object to me going.
I spent the rest of the day doing ordinary things: laundry, grocery shopping and stuff like that--things that I used to find boring beyond words but now found comforting in their mundane nature.
Part 11: Taking it Like a Man?
The next week was pretty typical except that Murphy was friskier than usual, demanding late afternoon blow jobs in addition to his regular morning ones on two different days, and Tim began to look for ways to further discomfort me. One time when he knew I was on the phone with Steph, he motioned for me to come with him. When I ignored him, he took the phone from my hand and talked directly to Steph.
"Do you mind if I borrow Jason from you for a few minutes?" He paused while Steph said something I couldn't hear, and then went on, "I just need him for a while to help me take care of a situation that's come up. He's the only one in the whole office who really gets this stuff." Tim was smirking at me as he talked with Steph. I was desperately trying to figure out whether anything in his tone or words alone would make Steph suspicious about what this "situation" that came up was. I sure hoped not. It was hard enough to patch things up with Steph without any additional problems.
I got through the week okay and I even had a plan to make the weekend go better. I knew Tim had to go up to his parents house Friday night and would be there until the middle of the day on Saturday. So I arranged a date with Steph for Friday night and told her that I'd be working with Tim most of the rest of the weekend on a strategic plan for the sales department.
The date with Steph went well. We spent the night together and everything worked sexually. I was starting to think that I was getting that part of my life back on track. The rest of the weekend would undermine my confidence in that.
