"What the fuck is going on here??!!"
There I was on my knees with a cock in my mouth as my wife walked in after coming home early.
Just then Mike put both hands on my head and turned me back to face him again. "We're not done here cocksucker. Get back to work." He pushed my head down on his cock and started to fuck my face. "you're welcome to join us Janice. I'll be happy to fuck you when I'm finished with your Bill here."
"This too much for me. I'm out of here. I'm going to my sister's house" Janice screamed as she made her way to the door. I saw out of the corner of my eye that she just stopped with her hand on the doorknob and just stared at me while Mike held my head like a bowling ball and pumped me back and forth on his big cock.
**********
Two months ago...
I work in the technology industry and have a very stressful job. Things have been really tough for me lately; my client has been particularly difficult and demanding causing my boss to blame me, threatening my job. At the same time my wife and I were having troubles at home. She is going through The Change and has turned against me as I keep trying to get her to have sex.
One evening after a very demanding day and my wife Janice out with her friends I decided not to go straight home as usual but head to the bar at the local hotel which is pretty popular. I sat at the bar with my hands around my glass staring at myself in the mirror.
You look like you're having a tough day
I heard from just next to me. I looked over and saw a large, good-looking man who smiled as we made eye contact.
I'm Mike
, he said as he reached out to shake hands.
"You got that right. Work is going to shit, I may lose my job, my wife isn't talking to me and we haven't had sex in months". I realized as soon as I said it that I had shared too much with this stranger.
Ouch. Months huh
?
Of course that was the one point that he had to focus on. I was already in so I continued, "yeah, she's going through the Change and has no interest in any kind of sex. Whenever I try to approach her she brushes me off. Lately she's even threatening to kick me out of bed and make me sleep on the couch."
Does she even give you blow jobs
?
"Ha! I wish. She hasn't even touched my dick in months".
Well, I can honestly say that I don't have that problem. I get a blow job whenever I want
.
"Huh? You must have a great wife."
Oh, I'm not married, but I can get a blowjob whenever I want
.
"How is that?"
I have people who will come and suck my cock whenever I want. I just send a text and someone comes over within and hour, sucks my cock and swallows my cum and leaves
.
"Wow
I have a stable of eager cocksuckers willing to drop everything and suck my cock
"A stable huh? Women willing to drop everything and suck you off?"
I never said women
.
"You're gay?"
why would you think that? Just because I let guys suck my cock doesn't mean I'm gay
.
I must have looked dumbfounded because he continued;
Getting your cock sucked has nothing to do with being straight or gay or bi. Its just a natural thing, simply a mouth and a cock. The sex of the mouth makes no never mind
.
"I guess you have a point, but it still seems a little gay to me."
have you ever had your dick sucked by a guy
?
I simply shook my head no.
I'm sure you've heard that guys give the best blow jobs right
?
"No I haven't heard that at all. In fact I can't imagine getting a BJ from a guy"
Oh, then surely you must have wondered what it must be like to suck a cock
"Fuck No! of course not!"
Oh c'mon, every guy has at least thought about what it must feel like to take a hard cock in his mouth and feel what it's like when it shoots a big load that he swallows
"Nope, never had that thought."
I bet you're thinking it right now,
he said with a wry smile
"Not until you suggested it," I weakly replied. I had to admit that now my mind was racing with images of hard cocks being sucked by pretty women.
Listen, I know you don't believe me, but I can prove it. I have pictures of every guy who has sucked my cock on my laptop up in my room.
"And why would I care if you can prove it or not?"
Oh, I can see the wheels turning in your head right now. You're thinking no way does this guy have bunches of guys willing to suck his cock and swallow his cum at his beck and call. You're trying to figure out what kind of power I must have if this is true. Or probably you're wondering what kind of cock I must have if I can get guys willing to not only suck it but to beg me to fuck their faces whenever I want.
"Well, now that you mention it, I am getting a little curious."
Why don't you come up to my room and I can show you pictures of the guys who have dedicated themselves to giving me pleasure?
"I don't think so. I have no desire to see your conquests or even your pictures of your cock."
Really? Your words say that you aren't interested, but your nervousness is showing that you're tempted. Let's get these drinks to go and you can come up and I can show you that I'm not pulling your leg.
"How do I know that you won't pull a fast one on me if you get me alone in your room?"
Come on, you're an adult and we both know you have free will to do what you want. It's your choice whether or not you want to satisfy your curiosity.
I tell you what. I'm in room 407. I'm heading up now. If you want to check out my stable of willing cocksuckers you can come up. I'll leave the door open for you. When you do, I promise to show you exactly what you are looking for. If you decide not to, just know that you will forever wonder what you would have missed out on.
And with that he walked out of the bar.
Now my mind really began to race with thoughts.
- What will happen if I go up there?
- Why do I care how many guys have sucked his cock, or what his cock looks like that causes these guys to do so?
- Would he try to get me to suck his cock?
- Would I be tempted to suck it myself?
- Was I strong enough to resist?
- Would he try to force me into sucking him?
An hour ago I never remotely thought of another guy's dick and now that was all I could think about, wondering what Mike's was like.
I paid for my drink and headed up to room 407. I told myself that I was only going up there to see the pictures he had that proved his claim that he had a stable of guys to suck him off and that if things got uncomfortable I would just walk out and chalk all this up as an adventure.
While I walked towards the elevator I asked myself different questions:
Did I want to see his cock?
Yes
Did I want to touch it?
Yes
Would I volunteer to suck it?
No
Would I suck it if he asked me?
Yes
Should I turn around and run?
Yes, Yes, Yes
Of course I didn't listen.
When I got to the fourth floor room 407 was right next to the elevator. I walked up to the door and saw that just like Mike had said, the door was left open by those security bars.
I paused for a few seconds and took a deep breath to steel myself before I pushed and entered the room. Mike was sitting at the desk in the room in front of his laptop with a wry grin on his face.
Glad you came Bill. Please close the door.