"Oh Mr Hitchins, I want to suck your big cock." I said, rolling around under my sheets, oblivious to the cold world outside. My hand caressed my own hard cock through the satiny sheets covering my body. Each time bringing myself to the point of release, then stopping, the thrill of coming so close, driving me on.
"And who is Mr Hitchins I wonder?" The deep, rumbling voice broke my reverie and my eyes shot open. Trying to adjust to the light, I could just make out a dark blue blur standing at the foot of my bed.
"Does he know how much you'd like to 'suck his cock'." The deep voice boomed at me once again with a slight chuckle of mockery.
"Wh-who...?" Rubbing my eyes in disbelief, the embarrassment yet to dawn on me, "Who...Why are you in my room?" I said as the dark blue mass in front of me started to come into focus. I craned my neck to look up at the large figure of a man in a satellite-repair company uniform. He was blocking most of the early morning sun, his arms crossed and his sneering grin, clear to see. My mind began to clear, as I remembered my parents calling the company earlier that week, but still, why was he now in my bedroom? Moreover, he'd heard what I said, and the embarrassment that escaped me earlier, was sinking in. A sickening sensation coursed through me, dampening the hardness beneath my sheets.
"Oh, don't mind me, you carry on, I don't mind watching while you finish what you were doing." He said as he hooked a thumb into his waistband looking me up and down. I couldn't help but follow his movement, thinking my eyes were still adjusting to the light, I could have sworn I saw something twitch in his pants. Either way, there was something in his demonstrative leer that sent chills down my spine.
"I knew you'd like an audience," he chuckled as I tried to hide my reaction. Giving his belt a heave upwards, my eye was drawn to a noticeable lump contained within. "So, who is this 'Mr Hitchins' you seem so eager to please?"
"Could you please just give me some privacy, so I can get dressed!" I demanded, trying my best to take control of the situation.
"Oh yeah sure, I'm sorry. What was I thinking? I tell you what, I'll tell your folks that you're in here stroking yourself thinking about this, Mr Hitchins, and that I'll finish up later. Sorry again for disturbing you." He turned to leave, but, as his words reverberated in my ears, the full extent of how screwed I was dawned on me.
"Um, No, W-wait." I stuttered. "He's my English teacher," I could feel my cheeks flush with colour, "and no, he doesn't know." With a broad smile the large overall-clad man turned to face me once again, my eyes instinctively glanced at his crotch, I found myself strangely glad to see the evident lump still in place.
"So, you like sucking cock, do you?" He asked leaning against the wall and pushing his bulge towards me, causing me to look again.
"N...no Sir, I'm...not gay." I stammered feeling the embarrassment wash over me again.
"WHAT?" He bellowed, "lying here fondling your little pecker, begging for your teacher's 'big cock', and you're trying to tell me, you're not gay? Pull the other one it's got bells on Son." Letting out another derisive chuckle.
"I-I've wanted to."
"Since when? Tell me. Don't be shy." He said, his demeanour calming somewhat.
"Since the gym showers. I saw him last month after a charity run we had in college. Ever since I saw it I imagine...well you know." I couldn't bring myself to say it. Yes, it was true ever since seeing Mr Hitchins under the warm spray of the shower, soaping up that large tube of flesh, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had seen many in the gym showers before and never paid them much attention. But watching his hands slide up and down his shaft. Seeing the flaccid stalk flop down, only to be snapped back into his fist on every stroke, was something I couldn't get out of my head. And yes, ever since, I'd dreamt of what it would be like to please that thick cock. I never considered myself gay...curious maybe but not gay...could this massive intruder be right?
As if reading my extremely nervous mind he calmly said, "So you don't understand why, but you really want to suck this guy's hard cock. Is that about the size of it?" I glanced up at him and nodded, finally feeling a little relieved to be admitting it to someone. "Maybe it's any cock? Do you think about anyone else?" he added smiling at me once again as he waited for my response.
I considered his question for a moment, not the consequences to which they may lead, just the words. I looked up at him, and without saying a word, nodded my head once more.
"Ok, so you often think of..." He breathed deeply, the sound of a zipper being tugged, filled the silence. I dropped my eyes from his, to watch a large meaty paw drawing the zipper of his pants down, and down further. I gulped as I saw his hand disappear inside the opening. "Things like this?" I couldn't stop my jaw from falling open, as he pulled out a thick swollen cock from beneath his overalls. I glanced up at his face then back to his cock in disbelief. My own cock throbbed with this amazing sight before me. "Why don't you scooch on over here and show me what you were imagining doing when I interrupted you?"
Again, I glanced from his cock to his face and back down. "I...I...I can't...I mean..." My mind was reeling as I watched him slowly stroke his cock in my direction. "No... No, I won't, I can't!" I intension was strong, but my voice was weak.
"Aww, it's sweet but you can't back out now!" He mocked. Reaching forward I felt his big strong hands take hold of my ankles, with one swift tug he pulled me to the edge of the bed causing me to land on the flat of my back. I sat upright as quickly as I could, which thinking back might not have been the best idea. Moments after I had done so, before I could voice my disapproval of what he had just done I realised I was mere inches from his majestic cock. I almost went cross-eyed staring down the length of his shaft. He stepped a little closer. Moving one leg, then the other, either side of my own. I was in a trance. I did so want to know the feel of a cock, to suck one into my mouth. To do all those things I'd read about, but not now, not with this brute. He hadn't raised his voice and wasn't really forcing me, but he still made me feel helpless as his cock bobbed and swayed so close.
"Ok, so let me ask you one more time. Why don't you show me what you were imagining doing when I interrupted you?" I craned my neck to look at him as he spoke, feeling the heat irradiating from his groin. I caught his hand moving up and down his cock from the corner of my eye, and I knew right there, this was going to happen; it was just a matter of time. "Open up." Two simple words, that appeared to carry some magical power, because they made my cock throb, and my mouth fall open all on their own. Like a doll, absent of free will, I felt the first touch of another man's cock on my soft lips.
All I could do was stare up at him as I felt the tip of his cock rub across my lip. Without thinking, my tongue flicked over my dry lips, much like the urge to lick the sugar when eating a doughnut; I just did it.
"Ohhh that's it boy, lick the tip, just like that...stick your tongue out again." Without hesitation I complied, and I was soon rewarded with a thick cockhead resting squarely on my slathering tongue. He pushed forward, and his large cock nudged my lips. "Now just open up a little more, let me get this inside and watch your damn teeth." He scowled through a half-smile-half-lusty grimace. His hand quickly found my hair and angled my head down. For the first time I was staring at the shaft of a thick cock, watching as it disappeared into my mouth. And as it did so I was greeted with a deep grunt of appreciation.
