Reluctant Cocsucer: Tad's Neighbor

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Tad knocked on the door. He wasn't sure why he was doing this. He didn't even know the old man that lived in this house. Tad guessed he felt sorry for the elderly guy. He had seen Mr. Johnson around the neighborhood and from time to time Mr. Johnson would strike up a conversation. He started to ask Tad to come visit him. He said he was lonely and it would be good to have someone to talk to. Mr. Johnson said they could watch TV. Tad told his mother, and his mother said Tad should be nice to the old man, because Tad would be old and lonely some day. So here he was. He knocked again and finally the door opened. Mr Johnson stood there with a smile on his face. Tad noticed that Mr. Johnson was dressed differently than when he saw him around town. He was usually wearing jeans and flannel shirts. Now he had on a t-shirt, and thin cotton shorts. Mr. Johnson told Tad to come on in. As Mr. Johnson backed up and turned around, Tad quickly noticed that the front of Mr. Johnson's shorts stuck out and bounced around a lot.

Mr. Johnson told Tad to follow him down a dimly lit hall. They turned left into a room, also dimly lit. Tad thought it was a bit strange that there was no natural light in this house that he could see. The windows all had their curtains tightly drawn. The first thing Tad noticed about this large living room that he was in--it was not brightly lit, and everything was black or red. Black carpet, black leather chairs with red embroidery, a black couch. It felt quite...dark. With red tinted light. And the smell...familiar, but Tad couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was slightly sweet, slightly stinky, musky, and earthy... it made him feel a certain way he couldn't quite mentally explain to himself. Tad looked down and saw a glass filled with a dark beverage, on the floor.

Mr. Johnston said he had some good sports he thought Tad would like, and motioned for Tad to sit on the floor. Tad thought that was strange. Why wouldn't he have Tad sit in a chair? But he sat down and took a sip of the coke in the glass. Mr. Johnston sat in the big black recliner, behind Tad. He turned on the TV and Tad saw two young strong men wrestling. Mr. Johnston asked Tad if he liked wrestling. Tad said he guessed so. He was wondering why Mr. Johnston would have him over for this. And they hadn't even said much to each other so far. Strange...

Tad continued to watch the young men wrestle. It seemed a little odd for some reason...their uniforms were very flimsy. They didn't look real. Then Tad noticed...you could see their cocks through the uniforms! It was almost like there was nothing there, you could totally tell what their cocks and balls looked like. Tad had kind of became uncomfortable, but Mr. Johnson seemed to be enjoying the show. Mr. Johnson asked Tad if he was enjoying himself, and Tad turned around to see Mr Johnson sitting more on the edge of the recliner and something was sticking up in his shorts! Mr Johnson had an inviting smile on his face...Tad jerked around really quickly and when he did, he saw a beautiful blonde lady on the TV and she was sucking a cock! Jesus, Tad couldn't believe his eyes, and he couldn't help but notice that she was a really, really good cocksucker as well! She used her tongue and her teeth and her lips so adeptly. She would deep throat the whole dick from time to time. Tad couldn't help but notice the cock that was being sucked. It was big, red, and veiny, the big set of smooth balls below it heaving up and down throughout the awesome blowjob. Tad suddenly realized his dick was quickly growing, and making a tent in his shorts. He tried to will it away, but of course he failed miserably...he tried not to think too much about what exactly it was that was turning him on so much.

Mr. Johnson again asked if Tad was enjoying the show. Tad mumbled that yes, he was. Mr. Johnson said "I can't hear you son, don't be rude, turn around when you speak to me boy." Tad did as he was asked and he saw again the big bulge in Mr. Johnson's shorts-- but this time Mr. Johnson was stroking it up and down and panting heavily. "Oh Jesus fuck" Tad thought, and once again he jerked around as before, but not without getting a good glimpse of the Bulge and Mr Johnson's shorts. It was big and thick, with a big round knob on top. Tad turned around again and as he did he saw that there was no more girl on the screen. But the dick was still there... the big red veiny fat headed thick cock. It was sticking up straight and hard as a rock. You could literally see it quivering and shaking it was so engorged. The kicker was--licking both sides of the veiny cock were the two wrestlers!!!

Tad was a bit short of breath. This was getting a little bit intense! And gay porn! This wasn't his thing at all. So why was his breath short and his cock long? What the fuck was going on? He didn't even know this man and now he was in his dark dungeon like room with mirrors all over the wall, with this old pervert who was rubbing his dick through his shorts. What the fuck was he doing here? Why didn't he leave? Why couldn't he take his eyes off of the cock sucking on the screen?

"Turn around boy...just one more time"...said Mr. Johnson. Tad took his eyes off of the double cock suckers and slowly turned his head, keeping his eyes down cast. Finally, he looked up.

One reason Tad knew he was straight is that he wasn't turned on to guys at all. He saw naked young in shape good looking guys all the time in the locker room at school. It didn't do anything for him. He had to admit, if one of them had an extra big dick he might give it an extra second or two glance, but he didn't get turned on in the locker room or the sauna or the steam room or the shower. Not at all. And so when he turned around and saw that Mr Johnson had taken his shorts off you can bet that he certainly wasn't turned on by that old man's body with his big gut, his spindly legs, his old face. But... the cock. That big fucking dick sticking straight up! Mr Johnson was stroking it with his hands on both sides so you could still see most of the shaft. Tad had always thought old men had little dicks, or soft dicks, or just couldn't get hard. He was looking at proof that he was absolutely fucking wrong. This cock was his hot as anything Tad had ever seen in porn. It was well over half a foot with a big fat mushroom head on it with a big split in front and a very large set of smooth balls slowly moving up and down as Mr Johnson jacked it. And as Tad stared at the cock, he realized--it was the one he had been watching on the video!

Tad tried to gather his thoughts. He couldn't just lie there staring this old man's dick all night! How embarrassing! And if he did that, what would Mr. Johnson want from him?! No, no, no, he had to get his self-respect back. He had to turn around, and quit staring at that big fucking, taunting, teasing, throbbing fuck stick. So he did. Well, he started to. But before Tad could turn halfway around, his head stopped and he turned back, back to where he could stare at that big dick. He had to. He couldn't fucking stop himself.

"What the fuck is going on?", Tad weakly thought. He didn't even know how his head turned back. He did not consciously will that. It just fucking happened. This was a new experience for this horny young bitch, to have his mind lose control, or at least his conscious mind. Now he was being guided by inner urges and his body. And now he was there lying on the ground propped up on his right elbow, breathing heavily, mesmerized by an old man's massive, nasty, veiny, red cock. He thought Mr. Johnson might be giving him a dirty smile, but it was hard to be sure because the only thing Tad could see, the only thing his eyes were able to take in clearly was that cock and balls... so close to him that he could almost smell them...and pretty soon, he....well...

Tad wondered what could possibly happen next, but he didn't have to wonder long. "Get on your knees boy", he heard. "Boy, get on your knees". Tad's rapidly clouded reasoning figured that getting on his knees couldn't be that bad of a deal, so he did it. A rational third-party observer wouldn't be too surprised to see that that wasn't all Mr Johnson wanted." And then again, Tad wasn't really thinking with his brain any more, was he? "Crawl over here boy, crawl over here and get your face right here". Mr. Johnson put his hand right next to his cock...!!

Now came a moment of truth for Tad. I say "a moment", because there would prove to be several in the coming days for this young man. This was maybe the biggest because it was the first...the first chance to get away from all of this...the first chance to walk away from not just a wild, crazy, decadent experience, or a horny new habit. No, Tad needed to leave, so he could avoid something massively life and existence changing, something so insanely, powerfully addictive once it was sampled, once a toe was dipped into it. And to be fair to Mr. Johnson, he said as much, "you can leave boy, you can leave right now, and everything will be totally fine. And you might want to do that. You just might. So go if you want, please...or you can crawl over here and put your face right here by my cock. BUT you have to do one or the other. Right fucking now."

It was time for Tad to go. Fuck it, fuck this old asshole and his games, this is it, no more. This was an easy choice. He was straight. He knew he was straight. He knew that there was nothing that he liked about men, nothing that he was attracted to. He looked at every single part of a guy and he wasn't turned on to it. And he looked Mr. Johnson over, and he surely wasn't attracted. And he was so sure that he could walk away, that he would prove it to himself, and take one last look at Mr. Johnson's dick. So he did. He looked at it for a second. Then two. Then three, and then ten. And he realized that he had been ordered to put his face by that cock or leave. And some time had already passed. And the knees that should have pushed up so Tad could get on his feet instead pushed forward as he moved towards Mr. Johnson--or more correctly, towards Mr. Johnson's cock...

Tad's brain was going haywire. "What the fuck!" his mind shouted desperately. He was having a hard time keeping his thoughts coherent at all. He was scared, somewhat sickened, ashamed, and afraid--and if he'd ever been more turned on he could not fucking remember when it was. His dick was absolutely rock hard. Mr. Johnson kept telling him, "closer boy, closer". and Tad weekly followed his orders. Now that cock that he'd been staring at transfixed, it was a couple of inches away from his face. Just as Tad was thinking that the big dick was almost close enough to smell, Mr. Johnson said "Son, I'm going to tell you once again, you are completely free to get up and walk to my door and leave. That's one choice. And it's yours, and if you do it, I promise I'll respect it and I will never tell anybody about this at all and we will go on with our lives as if nothing happened. And I'm going to tell you something else- if you don't do that, your life will never be the same again. Ever. Fucking ever. So boy, get up and leave--OR, take every single fucking bit of your clothes off put on this cock and ball ring And start sniffing my cockhead from the base up to this big fat mushroom head". And if you don't hurry up, I will put it back in my pants and you will never, ever see this dick again.

Tad didn't know enough yet to know why he was doing what he was doing, as he was three levels of denial and two levels of ignorance away from understanding why his mind wasn't working and his body and his lust had taken over. All he knew was that somehow he was moving as fast as his lust crazed horny ass could, and his shirt was coming off, and then his pants, and then his underwear and his socks, and before he knew it he was bare ass naked with his nice sized dick pointing straight out. His almost hairless chest and light pubes above his dick was pretty much the only hair on his body, except for his head. He put on the small black rubber O shaped cock and ball ring. It felt good right away, and made Tad's cock more sensitive and harder., and his already sizeable nuts bulge out. Then he got back down on his hands and knees and put his head down by that cock. Tad's heart was pounding. Here he was, with his face right by an old man's big cock! Remembering his orders, he stuck his nose forward and gingerly sniffed the base of that gorgeous dick, and took in the lightly musky odor. He followed Mr. Johnson's orders and lightly moved his nose up the shaft to the top and then went back down. Just as Tad was wondering if he was carrying out his orders properly, he found out he wasn't. No, this wasn't quite good enough for Mr. Johnson, as he took Tad's head and pushed his nose into the right side of his cock and slid it up and down his shaft over and over. Here Tad was, with his face being run up and down the side of a cock like sandpaper. Nothing could be more humiliating, and a part of Tad was insulted, and yes, maybe even angry. But that part was shrinking, and a much larger part absolutely did not fucking want this to stop...

Now Mr Johnson was getting more aggressive. He started running Tad's nose up his dick faster and faster and firmer as well. Then he smashed Tad's face more firmly against his cock, and pretty much dry humped Tad's face. Then he told Tad to put his lips on his cock...! Tad hesitated. He really didn't want to cross this line. Mr. Johnson impatiently slapped Tad in the back of the head and said "come on bitch, quit trying to act like you don't want it. Besides, it's just your lips. I can tell you don't want to be a cocksucker. Well, just putting your lips on my cock doesn't count as cock sucking. So you are ok." Tad's murky mind jumped at Mr. Johnson's fucked up logic. "Gee, he's not going to make me actually suck his cock. So then I won't be gay," Tad thought. He complied with the order, and Mr. Johnson grabbed Tad's head, smashed Tad's lips up against his cock, and ran the lips up and down against the side of his cock and then the front and then the other side. Mr. Johnson was moaning. Tad was trying to tell himself how much he hated this, but his mouth was watering so much it was covering Mr. J's dick with his spit. But there was something else covering that veiny fuck meat; Mr. J's pre cum. Lots of it. Tad wondered what the tangy, slippery stuff he was tasting was. Then he remembered tasting his own cum out of curiosity. It gave him a shock to think he was tasting another man's spunk. And it made his cock twitch.

When Mr. Johnson had Tad's head in front of his cock he roughly barked "stick your tongue out boy. Maybe that resistant part had just gotten too small, because this time Tad didn't hesitate. He stuck his tongue out and Mr. Johnson continued to grab Tad's head like a fucking video game control and move it up and down and around as Tad painted that nasty dick with his tongue; left side, right side, front, again and again.

Then Mr. Johnson pulled Tads head up and said, "OK, you are starting to follow orders properly, but you are still horribly untrained, and you don't know what the fuck to do. So listen to me now, cunt." Then he told Tad to start licking his cockhead just as he ordered. He commanded Tad to flick his tongue on his tip and then to lick the back of Mr Johnson's cockhead, which he did well, as it made Mr. J shiver. Then Mr. J ordered Tad to run his tongue all around the rim front and back over and over then at the front the big lobes of that big knobby dick head. Then he had Tad stick his tongue into that massive pee slit and taste his precum. Throughout every step, Mr. Johnson reminded Tad that what he was doing wasn't sucking cock, and he wasn't a cock sucker. And then, Mr. Johnson said," Tell you what boy, you have done well. I've asked you to do a lot today...you have done well...I think I should leave you alone...but first, lift your head up over my cock, and let's relax and do some deep breathing exercises. Close your eyes, open your mouth and breathe in and out slowly. Come on, you can trust me boy. Do as I say. Shut your eyes."

This seemed pretty strange to Tad, but Jesus, the whole day had been strange. Mr. J said he would let Tad leave. Tad should feel nothing but relief. But...there was something else. Hhhhmmmm. In any case, he figured why not, he might as well follow this one last request. So he shut his eyes, opened his mouth, and breathed deeply, in an out.

Before he knew it, two strong hands grabbed his head, he heard Mr. Johnson shout, "Ha!", and his head was shoved down. Mr. Johnson timed it perfectly, Tad had just taken a deep breath, and his mouth was wide open. And now he had that fat, slick, rubbery cock head and three to four inches of dick in his mouth!!! Mr. Johnson, laughing sadistically, said, "well boy, if you weren't a cocksucker before-and I'm not so sure you weren't- you sure as fuck are now aren't you? Haha!" He went on tauntingly, "I got you over to my house, had you watch porno, made you get naked on all fours, put your face against my dick, kiss it, and lick it, and you believed me when I said you could trust me when I had you open your mouth right above my naked aching meat?! You stupid fuck! But you know boy, I don't really think you are stupid. This isn't about intelligence...it's about the strength of inner desires. I am good at spotting "straight" guys like yourself, who think you aren't interested in guys. And many guys aren't interested in other men, for the most part. But they are interested in cock. And I can spot those cocksucker wannabees from a mile away. And you are definitely one. And I knew 100 percent, the first time I saw your sad repressed ass. You probably still don't want to admit it...and that makes it even more fun for me!"

Tad was fucking pissed. He had half a mind to bite the dick that was in his mouth. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Oh God...it tasted and felt so good...that fat dick head. Tad couldn't identify what was happening, but that dickhead in his mouth felt like it was simply and surely the best fucking thing that had ever happened to him. His whole body and mind loved it. The taste buds in his mouth were on fire, as was the feeling in his groin, cock, and asshole. He had a feeling of euphoria like none he'd ever felt. Jesus this was so amazingly intense. Just a few moments after tasting this delicious dick, Tad wondered and worried how he could go without cock in his mouth. Anything this intensely pleasurable had to be addictive, he thought. If only he knew the half of it.

As if he could read Tad's mind--and he could--Mr. Johnson started teasing and taunting Tad even more, asking Tad if he liked sucking cock. He told Tad he'd better tell the truth, or he would have to leave, right away. Reluctantly, Tad took Mr. Johnson's cock out of his mouth to say, "Yes". With that, Mr. J took his cock and slapped Tad across the face, hard. He said, "NO, you cunt, when I ask you to speak, I expect you to talk with my cock in your mouth always. Now say it again, whore." So Tad dutifully put the dick in his mouth, and stammered, "Yeth." He was asked if he loved sucking cock. He truthfully answered, "Yeth ah luv sucking cach". He was asked to politely ask for jizz and he said, "Ooh, peeze guv mah ur jizh." Tad couldn't think of anything more degrading. And he was beginning to hesitantly pump his head up and down faster intermittently. He was getting so fucking hot. He couldn't stop reaching down and stroking his pre cum dripping dick. Mr. Johnson's hands were still on his head, but they weren't so necessary, as Tad was beginning to move his face cunt up and down on his own volition.