It all started a couple years ago when I lost my phone. I had when I went to church and then I left in the bathroom, when I got back to into church I realized my phone was not with me and that I had left it in the stall. I went back to the bathroom stall and it was not there. I vividly remember putting on top of the toilet paper dispenser. My mind raced I had been watching porn on my phone and it would be the first thing someone would see if they hit any button.
I turned and looked behind me and headed out of the door. No one in church had taken it. I went outside the front, partly for air, partly to see if by chance someone had my phone. Luck would have it that I saw a man, who I did not know, and he had my phone. I walked over to him. He was in his late 40s, early 50s -- had the retired military look. Short brown hair, short beard. About six foot, unless he had specialized training I could probably take him in fisticuffs.
"Hey that is my phone man," I said.
"Is it? You left it in the bathroom?" he said.
"Yes, "I said.
With that I moved to take it and he initially resisted, but I had grabbed not caring if I destroyed it entirely.
"Easy man it's yours," He said.
"Thanks for giving it back," I stated slowly.
He asked, "So you're into shemales?"
I said, "What?"
"Your phone -- you had shemale porn on it," he said.
"No. I wasn't,"I lied.
He asked, "Does she know?"
I asked, "Who know?"
"Your wife," he asked, "does she know you like shemales?"
"No," I said.
"I see. Well my name is Steve -- I used to go to church here, a long time ago, kinda moved on. I put my number in your phone. I will contact you later. Answer me or I will tell everyone in your church what you really like." Steve said. Then he turned and left. Entered his black pickup truck. Ford F350, very nice actually. He had a red slash scuba bumper sticker as well.
Stunned. I just stood there in the parking lot. I opened my phone and sure enough I already had a text from Steve.
'Hello,' it said.
I thought about deleting and blocking it, but then what about his threat I would be ruined in the community. My poor wife.
'Hi,' I responded.
'I went all through your phone. Grindr. Ur email -- your quite the sissy. Aren't you?' he queried.
'Just porn man,' I replied.
'Sure we will see, I saw in your messages you scuba dive too! I need a buddy for a dive tomorrow,' he texted.
I didn't think he had my phone that long, damn, he had gone through my messages, dug to the back of the folders where I hid my apps all in maybe 5 minutes.
'You will go diving with me tomorrow I will be by your house at 8am,' he texted.
By now church had let out and my wife asked what I was doing in the parking lot. I explained I lost my phone, but some guy found it and he is a scuba diver too.
"Oh that's nice, didn't you say you needed to dive with a buddy right?" she said.
"Yes, he wants to go diving tomorrow," I said.
"Aww hims making friends and going diving," she mocked.
I didn't say anything we just got in the car and went home. Over the past several years my wife had grown more and more reluctant to engage in any sex activity. It was bad. I turned to porn and eventually all anal and now I was looking at shemale porn. I preferred porn to my wife. She complained all the way through sex the last time which was 4 months and 22 days ago. I kept track of my pussy free time now. Tumblr. Thanks Tumblr.
The remainder of the day passed without note, I gathered my scuba gear and put it in a single spot. I was going to tell Steve that he couldn't do this.
The next day came and like clockwork Steve and his F350 pulled into my driveway at 0800. I was waiting for him outside with my scuba gear stacked up. My wife was still sleeping, she sleeps until about noon daily.
Steve hopped out of his truck and opened up his tailgate.
"Where are we going diving?" I asked.
"You'll see," he replied.
We loaded up my gear and he helped. I closed the tailgate and while I was he smacked my ass. I didn't say or do anything to bring attention to his act. "Nice ass," he said.
I climbed into my side of the truck and we took off to wherever we were going diving.
"So you like cock?" Steve said.
"What?" I stated.
"Yes or no, bitch?" Steve asked again.
"I don't know it's just porn man," I replied.
"Porn I know you like and shemales I know you like and you are going to do what I ask or I will tell everyone what you really like. I know where you live -- what do you think your wife will think when I tell her?" Steve said. He had me and we both knew it.
"What do you want?" I asked Steve. I was afraid I knew the answer. I had read about this trap before.
"What you want if you'll admit it. Now. Just tell me. Do you want cock?" Steve asked.
He was going to make me say it.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes, what?" he pressed.
"Yes I want cock," I said slowly.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"A little," I said. It honestly did feel better to admit it out loud, I had been on Grindr flirting, but never meeting.
"It's 2 hours to where we are diving, so you're going to suck my cock until we get there. Don't think about it just slide over here and do what we both know you want or I will tell everyone about your porn habits," Steve said.
He had me and I was a bit curious. I hesitated. I could still go back. Have him drop me off. The door wasn't locked I could tuck and roll or just step out at the next stop light. I warred with myself for seconds. Licking my lips did me in though. So. I slid over across the seat, putting the armrest up, and started rubbed him through his jeans.
"Yes, that's how you do it," he encouraged.
I moved smoothly. I took his somewhat hard dick out of his jeans. He had pretty big cock. I looked at it and considered what I was about to do. Then like so many women I had seen in porn do - I sucked him semi-hard into my lips, I faintly recall being called a bitch. Now that I had his dick in my mouth I suppose that was true. He grew harder in my mouth as I slurped on his long shaft.
"Yes, that's how you do it babe," Steve said. He placed his hand on the back of my head guiding me slightly deeper each time. I noticed he was completely shaved too and smelled like soap. Dove soap. I liked being called babe too.
Time seemed lost and my jaw started to ache. The radio played music in the background songs that to this day I still associate with sucking my first dick. The most memorable is Barely Breathing, because I was gagging on his cock and I couldn't find the air either. After a while, I got a rhythm and was taking him from head to balls.
"You like this dick? Don't ya?" Steve said.
"Mhmmmm," I said. My mouth stuffed with his cock.
