How did it happen? Up until recently, I considered myself an upstanding citizen. I was an upper level manager in an interstate transportation agency. Mine was a success story, having risen in the ranks from an entry level position to the position I now held. Essentially it was approximately 30 years of hard work. Unfortunately my marriage fell apart and I found myself a divorced man with two grown children.
So here I am thinking about my life and the decisions I made. I never thought of myself as gay and yet all I could think about was the next blowjob. Before I continue, I should preface my story with exactly when I began to suck cocks. Six months ago I was feeling down. Since the divorce, I was now living alone. It was Saturday and the weekend was in full swing. Rather than sulking alone in my apartment, I hopped in my car and travelled to the mall. I found myself walking the mall but after about an hour, I sat on a bench located on the second floor. All sorts of people passed me by including men, women, and children. I was so focused on people watching that I did not notice the young man sitting next to me. I moved over a bit to allow him more elbow room and he thanked me. He was handsome and seemed much younger than me.
"I hope you don't mind me sitting next to you. I was tired of walking and needed a break. By the way, my name is Les." He held out his hand and I quickly shook it.
"Nice to meet you Les. My name is Jules. Like you, I was tired of walking and decided to sit for a spell." I observed him looking at me very closely but I paid no attention and in fact I welcomed the company. We spoke of mutual interests and for some odd reason, I opened up to him concerning my personal life. Apparently we had much in common. For the first time, I also looked closely at him and crazy as it seemed at the time, there was a sexual tension building up.
"Jules, I need to go the men's room. Why don't you meet me inside?" With that said, he got up and slowly walked to the men's room located at the end of the walkway. I followed him and entered the men's room. He apparently must have entered one of the stalls and so I casually looked under each stall until I noticed that he was in the last stall at the end of the bathroom. I got up the courage and lightly tapped on the door of the stall to which he unlatched the door and quietly told me to enter and close the door. The area was tight so he allowed me to enter and asked me to sit down on the bowl. As I did so, he stood directly in front of me. I was now eye level with his crotch. He dropped his pants and underwear and I became face to face with his cock and balls.
"Okay baby, I know you want me so flick out your tongue and lick my cock head." It was like being in a dream. I was hypnotized and my tongue seemed to act on its own. I leaned forward and began to lick his cock. He pulled away just then and proceeded to slap my face. I was in shock and knew not what to expect next.
"I need to make it clear that you belong to me now and I can use you any way I see fit. Is that clear cocksucker?" At this point, I could have most likely got up and left but I didn't. I just looked up at him and nodded in the affirmative. He smiled and pushed his cock deep into my throat.
"Very good faggot but be very careful not to brush your teeth on my cock. If I feel teeth, you will be punished." I was careful and did my best not to have my teeth touch his cock. I slowly learned how to suck cock properly. My left hand played with his balls. He began to increase the speed of his thrust and I knew he was ready to cum. He pulled my head tight so much so that my nose brushed against his stomach. He came in buckets as I did my best to swallow every drop. He pulled out of my mouth and ordered me to clean him up using my tongue. Finally he zipped up but before he left the stall, he pulled out a business card with his home address and personal phone number and spoke.
"You did good queer boy. Call me tomorrow at exactly 11:00am. I'll give you your instructions." And with that, he left. I was stunned since I had never been treated like this before. The next morning I was fixated on the time and as the hour approached 11:00am, I considered my options. If I called, it meant that I was his property but if I did not, I would be giving up the opportunity to be wanted or so I imagined. In any event, for good or bad, I made the call.
"Glad you called, faggot. I want you to come over to my apartment dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt, sneakers but no socks. Be here within the hour and don't keep me waiting. Oh yes and from now on you will address me as Sir." He hung up on me and I was left wondering what I had got myself into. But I was fascinated by what he said and so I quickly changed and headed over to his place which turned out to be very close to mine. It was with some trepidation that I entered his apartment. He greeted me at the door totally naked.
