Summary:
Straight guy discovers colleague has a BBC and....
Note 1:
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Note 2:
Thanks to Sams Island for editing and making some great suggestions.
Cum Dump Squad: Hotel Surprise
I never imagined I would ACTUALLY suck a cock.
Although I would be lying if I said that the idea hadn't begun to become a growing fantasy, and an intriguing curiosity, over the months before the 'incident'.
I mean I was and still am happily married, although our once wild sex life had dwindled to once a month sex, sometimes twice. And not the wild in public, or marathon sex of our younger days either... usually missionary, with maybe thirty seconds of head if I was lucky.
I'm not defending what I'm about to tell you, just giving you the reality of the mundane sex life I was living before the 'incident'.
With so little actual sex, I spent a lot of time online... sometimes it was watching porn, but more times than not it was reading erotica.
Mostly I read Lesbian (I loved the idea of girls seducing older woman... often imagining my wife being seduced by one of my hot college students), Group (the idea of swinging with my wife was a secret fantasy... especially watching), Incest (I personally wasn't interested in committing incest, but the taboo of it did turn me on), Interracial (I couldn't explain it but watching a black guy, usually with a huge cock, fucking a white girl always turned me on and I'd be lying even more if I denied that the idea of seeing my wife getting fucked by a huge BBC had popped into my head on more than one occasion), or Anal (an interest bordering on obsession... something I had been able to do with a few girls in my younger days, but not something my wife was into), but when I found an author I really liked I would read their entire catalogue, regardless of category.
Finding stories that had a plot, let alone a believable one, character development, and decent grammar was rare. So when I found an author who did all three I added them to my favourites, voted five stars for the stories I enjoyed and checked back every few days in hopes a new story had been released. On occasion, I favourited a story too, but like movies, I very seldom wanted to read the same story twice.
Anyways, one author wrote stories in all my favourite themes and once I devoured them, I felt empty. So I skimmed her story page and read the one category I had always avoided... Gay.
I'm not homophobic... I teach at a small, but fairly progressive college and am actually the advisor of the LGBTQ+ club... but actually becoming a practicing member of the club was just not something I ever considered.... even remotely.
Even during my one threesome, where the hot Latina Colleen said as she sucked my cock, "Hey baby, why don't you let Jimmy suck your dick while you lick me? He's a better cocksucker then I am."
Even then, in the heat of the moment, I wasn't remotely interested.
No, what did make an impact on me that night was getting to fuck my first ass; pounding Colleen's big booty as her boyfriend watched and jerked off.
Yet, I resisted going for more threesomes, finding the situation awkward once I was sober.
Anyways, I clicked on a story and a whole new world opened up to me. I was drawn in by her words, her description of cock and the visual of it in a mouth.
She made the idea of sucking cock not only not gay, but something all men wanted to do... that only those brave and truthful about their sexuality were being true to themselves.
She said that it was only natural that all guys at some point wondered about sucking or getting sucked by another guy.
Before that day I could truthfully say I had never thought about either giving or receiving gay head.
Yet, after reading a dozen of her gay stories over a few days, and coming a half dozen times from them... I began to make her bold statement true, as I wondered about both sucking cock and getting sucked by a guy.
If the stories and many online sites I read were true, guys were way better cock suckers, they swallowed and didn't stop until the job was done and every drop of cum was drained... that was an appealing concept since I hadn't shot a load in a mouth since college, my wife never once finishing what she started... at least with her mouth.
Now, that all said, I never imagined I would end up becoming a cock sucker... but I did... I mean I am and much more.
And, like most things in life, it started rather simply.
In addition to teaching History, I'm also an assistant coach for our college's football team. During our first away game of the new season, I ended up sharing a hotel room with our new head coach, who was also a new teacher at our school. It was no big deal, we're a small school with a small budget... and besides, we booked two queen beds.
But a variety of things led to becoming the cock-sucking bottom I am now.
First, we ended up getting upgraded to a room with a hot tub... but only one king-sized bed.
Two, it was the only room available and they were also out of cots.
Three, after a four-hour flight, I was stiff as hell and decided I was going to use the hot tub.
Fourth, I saw Tyler's massive cock... which made me think back to all the gay stories I had read, especially the big black cock stories that drew me in.
Still, just because I was curious, I never imagined crossing the line.
Once in the hotel room, I said, "I'm going directly in the hot tub."
"Sounds like a plan," he concurred, before adding, "although not without a drink."
"Good call," I nodded, as he pulled out a pint of whiskey he'd picked up at an airport kiosk.
He poured a couple of drinks and then began undressing.
This surprised me, yet I suppose it shouldn't have. Coaching football, seeing guys undressing or completely naked wasn't really anything out of the ordinary.
I began getting undressed too, really wanting to get in the hot tub. Enough alcohol and a lengthy time in the hot tub would make me crash hard.
To my surprise, once he was naked, he headed to the hot tub.
I asked, "No trunks?"
He turned to me and I saw his dick for the first time. He grabbed it casually and joked, "Just one trunk."
I laughed, as I stared at his huge dick, larger in its flaccid state than I was when completely hard and ready for action.
I also felt my cock betray me as it began to harden as I took in that he was completely shaved, which somehow made it look even bigger.
I said, realizing I was staring at it, "Jesus Christ, what do you feed that thing?"
He shrugged, "It's the other way around; it generally feeds people."
"And I imagine it feeds them well," I laughed, as I tried to not look back down at it, before adding, I don't know why, "At least the myth of big black dick is true."
He turned around and went into the hot tub as he agreed, "It's just dominant ancestral genetics."
I laughed, now only in my boxers, "I guess my ancestors come from a different line."
He laughed, "It's probably God's way of paying back black people for centuries of slavery to white people."
"Well, then, damn my ancestors," I joked, wishing I could see his dick again. There was just something enticing and majestic about it... tempting me to cross the threshold of straightness I had been clinging on to by a thread.
"Are you coming in or what?" he asked as he settled into the water, seated so he was looking straight at me.
"Yeah, yeah," I nodded, as I added, "Feeling a little self-conscious after seeing your enormous..." I paused for the right word as I looked back at it again and finished with, "bayonet." All the while trying to convince my completely hard cock to go back to slumber.
"Haven't heard that one before," he laughed, which meant he had many times. He sipped his whiskey.
