Blowjob Mania

Eddie didn't usually pay much attention to the supermarket tabloids; you know--the ones that claim that Elvis is still alive and living on Mars with a family of space aliens. Yet today's headline was enough to catch the eye of any red-blooded American male: countless women throughout the city of Atlanta were stopping men on the street and offering to give them blowjobs right then and there.

A few days later, the local newspaper reported the same thing. For one week in September, women throughout Atlanta had been offering blowjobs to men on the street. The article dismissed it as some sort of college prank during rush week at Georgia Tech. Yet one fact that the article glossed over was that it was being done by women from all walks of life, not just college coeds.

The thrill died down for a while, then the same thing started happening again a few months later in cities throughout the USA: Cambridge, MA; Ithaca, NY; Pasadena, CA; Princeton, NJ; and Rennsselear, NY.

As time went on, the activity seemed to be becoming a national craze. Arrests for public indecency flooded the courts. But, if anything, the behavior was spreading.

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon searching for a programming bug in a C++ program with some co-workers at his terminal in one of hundreds of identical cubicles in the offices of Lotsatech.

The phenomena hadn't reached the Chicago suburbs, and Eddie had been thinking idly of taking a couple of days off some upcoming weekend to take a brief vacation to one of those cities in New York, New Jersey or California, just to see what the fuss was all about, you understand.

Cindy pointed at the glowing code on his terminal, "There! I see it! You coded _for (i=0; i<10; i++);_ when you should have coded _for (i=0; i<100; i++);_.

"Yeah! Carol added. That sure looks like that would cause our bug!"

"Okay!" Eddie said, and made the change, and typed _make_ for the umpteenth time.

Eddie's stomach growled just then. Looking at his watch it was about ten minutes to noon. Almost time for lunch, and get away from C++ code for an hour.

Eddie glanced back at the computer screen as the compile finished. "Ready to try again?" he said.

He turned to face the women who were giving him the strangest look.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Can I give you a blowjob, Eddie?" Carol asked in a hushed voice, then looked nervously around.

Eddie gasped and sputtered. "What?"

"No!" Cindy said and looked around nervously too. "Let me give you one, Eddie! Please!"

"Hey!" Carol said a little urgently. "I asked first!"

It was one thing to fantasize about going off in search of the elusive blowjob. It was quite another to be offered blowjobs by two female co-workers in your cubicle at work in the middle of the afternoon.

"I, uhm, don't think so," he stammered. "I mean, it's not a good idea. Not here at work."

"We can go into an empty conference room!" Carol urged. "Please!"

"Me too!" Cindy added with equal urgency. "Please, Eddie! I'd really love to suck on your cock!"

Eddie got firm. "Some other time. You know the rules about sexual harassment. I really don't want to get fired!"

The girls rushed out of Eddie's cube in a huff and disappeared in the maze of cubicles.

Eddie headed down to the cafeteria for lunch. While waiting for the elevator, it occurred to him that Cindy and Carol were probably just teasing him. They'd surely heard the news. Shit, it was the biggest new story since 9/11. They probably just wanted to get a laugh at his reaction when he accepted their offers and they, then, said, "Fuck off!"

The elevator stopped on the way down. A woman entered and stared at him for a moment. "Hey! You want a blowjob?" she asked.

"What? Here? Now?"

"Yeah! Now! C'mon! My husband says I give real good head!"

"Your husband? I don't think so," Eddie stammered.

"But why not?" she persisted.

The elevator door opened at the mezzanine level, and Eddie rushed out down the hall to the cafeteria. The sexual energy in the air was unmistakable. Women everywhere were arguing with men in hushed whispers. Eddie had no doubts about what the conversations were about.

The server women were at their stations serving lasagna and carving cold cuts, so this _compulsion_ wasn't totally overpowering. Yet pained looks in their eyes showed that they'd rather be doing something other than serving lunch.

Bob picked a salad out of the cart and quickly paid the female cashier, who was obviously struggling to maintain her composure, to find a seat in the dining hall. The same sexual energy filled the air. Then. Ohmygod! At a table against the far wall: a woman was under the table with her head between some guy's legs with his trousers loosened. And over in the corner, behind a partially open door: a woman was on her knees with her head planted on some guy's crotch, with his slacks undone.

Holy shit! It's really happening! Don't be a fool, man! Accept some woman's offer before whatever's going on blows over!

He ate quickly and headed back to his cubicle. He considered how he would handle the next offer. Perhaps he would suggest they find an empty conference room, or go into that small one-only lavatory off by the mailroom.

"Psst!" a woman's voice came from behind him. Turning, he faced a somewhat older woman in a conservative gray skirt and blouse. "May I suck on your cock?" she asked in a whisper.

Eddie recognized her. Holy shit! She was the division manager of the Mid-Range Server Solutions Business Unit--something Jameson--his boss's boss's boss. "Uh," he stammered. "Where?"

She looked around a moment and said. "My office. C'mon!"

Her office, he knew was in _executive country,_ that semi-private corridor on the second floor that you get to by going through the marble-tiled atrium overlooking the lobby. "Okay," he whispered back.

Eddie turned red when her private secretary gave them a knowing glance as they passed through her outer office into her inner office.

Her business unit being one of the smaller, her office wasn't one of the coveted corner offices, yet it was as spacious as his L-shaped living room-dining room at home.

The moment she closed and locked her door, she dropped to her knees and said, "C'mon! Drop 'em!" She glanced at her watch. "I have a reorganization meeting in fifteen minutes!"

Eddie cautiously unbuckled his pants and slowly unzipped his trousers. What if this was a huge joke, and he was about to show his pecker to the big boss and get fired on the spot for sexual harassment?

He pushed his Jockeys down and let it flop out, semi-rigid.

Without hesitation, she leaned forward and engulfed it in one gulp. Holy shit! Her continuous swallowing motion drew him to full erection in a near instant. With her nose pressed tightly to his short hairs, it wasn't long before he grabbed the back of her head and exploded deep down her throat. She didn't miss a beat, either, and it ended all too soon.

He felt his body twitch as he tried to squeeze the last few drops out the tip of his cock into her throat. After a moment, she slid her lips off his shaft and looked up. She stood, brushed off her business suit, and said "Thank you!"

"Uh, thank you, too!" he said.

In a flurry of activity, she grabbed some papers off her desk, and flew out the door, leaving him alone in her office. So that's that. He zipped up his slacks and headed for the door, and bumped into the secretary in the doorway.

"Sorry," he said as he tried to pass her.

"Wait!" she said. "Can I give you a blowjob, too?"

"Uhm," said Eddie.

She walked into the inner office and closed the door.

"Uhm," Eddie said again.

She reached for his belt. "C'mon! Linda won't be back for at least an hour!"

"But I just, er, came a second ago. I don't know if I can come again so soon."

"It won't hurt to try, will it?" she asked. "Please!"

Before he could answer, she was on her knees, unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down. His cock was still moist with Linda's saliva as her secretary now swallowed it, again, to his short hairs.

No prior girlfriend had ever deep-throated him, even when they relented to give him a blowjob at all. Now, two women in a row sucked the whole thing down in one quick gulp. Wow!

He was, indeed, drained. It took nearly twenty minutes of continuous sucking before he even got hard again, and another twenty to bring him to his second orgasm. Past girlfriends had complained of fatigue after a mere minute or two. How was this possible?

Upon draining him thoroughly, she, too, stood and said, "Thank you!" and returned to her desk in the outer office as if nothing had happened.

He hurried out before any more women found him alone in that office.

He had to fervently decline blowjobs from two more women on the elevator on his way back to his cube. When he got there, Joe was in Diane's cubicle across the aisle, and she was on her knees giving him a blowjob. What the hell is going on?

Upon sitting at his terminal, Human Resources had sent out a broadcast e-mail saying that any employees engaging in lewd, lascivious, or inappropriate conduct on company property will be terminated immediately.

An hour later, a broadcast came over the PA system announcing an early closing.

Eddie rushed out of the office, declining several more blowjobs along the way, got to his car and headed home. It was hard to miss seeing the occasional woman giving the occasional man a blowjob right there on the sidewalk. His short commute brought him out of the downtown area into the suburbs where, if random blowjobs were in progress, they weren't as visible as in town.

At least his evening at home was normal. The news wasn't much different from previous nights. Occurrences of public blowjobs were on the rise in more and more places across the country, but nothing specific to his town was mentioned.

He called the company hotline the following morning: Lotsatech was closed again, so he rolled over and returned to sleep.

Of course, when he stepped outside in the afternoon to get his mail from the cluster box, he waved to his new neighbor, Sally. She was single, and really cute. He had hoped to get a chance to meet her. But now, she hurried over to him. "Hi! Want a blowjob?"

"Uh," he said, then shrugged. "Sure, why not."

She dropped to her knees. "C'mon! Whip it out for me!"

"Not here!" Eddie gasped. "Can we go inside first?"

She looked around, as if she had accidentally neglected that detail. "Oh! Sure."

With mail in hand, she followed him to his unit and they went inside. He was getting used to the routine, so he dropped his trousers standing in his living room, and she immediately dropped to her knees and engulfed his rigid member. After 24 hours since his last orgasm, he was primed again, and she didn't have to work much to get a belly full of his jism.

When she had sucked the last possible drop from his gonads, she stood and said, "Thanks!"

"Want to stay for lunch?" Eddie asked.

"Ah, I can't," she said. "My boyfriend's on his way over. Maybe some other time."

"Oh, sure," he mumbled as she headed out his front door.

He ensconced himself inside for the rest of the day to ponder the meaning of what's happening. What has gotten into women all of a sudden? What a mystery!

The news, that night, reported that the blowjob phenomenon had spread to points throughout Europe: Cambridge, England; Paris, even Moscow.

Lotsatech reopened the following day. A subsequent broadcast e-mail that morning rescinded their termination policy rather than fire every last employee, but had asked that people engage in sexual activity "discreetly" and not let it interfere in their work duties.

The following night after work, as usual, a woman approached him, dropped to her knees, and said, "My throat needs your cock jammed down it! C'mon! Give it to me!"

But he then realized that he had to take a piss. He should have taken care of that before leaving. Now, signing back in after 5 PM, just to use the men's room, would involve a huge rigmarole with corporate security, signing in and getting approval and all that. So he said, "Sorry, I gotta pass. I gotta take a leak first."

She smiled and said, "I don't mind. C'mon!"

"But it's a hassle to get back in to use the men's room, even if you're willing to wait. Some other time, maybe."

"No, silly!" she said. "Take your leak in my throat, okay?"

Eddie was at a loss for words. That's disgusting! "I don't think so..."

"Please!" she begged as she knelt there on the sidewalk in front of him, right in front of the main entrance to Lotsatech. "Please!"

"Okay, okay," Eddie sighed. "But not here! C'mon!"

There was a wooded area in a park across the street and half a block down, so Eddie and the woman went into the woods where they were well secluded. Although it had become perfectly acceptable to give blowjobs right on the street these days, Eddie still had a hang-up about sex in public.

She dropped to her knees again and fully engulfed his member. Having never peed in someone's throat before, it took Eddie a while to relax his bladder to let his piss flow. She just knelt there, patiently waiting for it to happen while her throat muscles massaged his glans.

He felt his pee slowly flow down his haft and splash out the tip of his cock. She tensed slightly at that moment, but held his cock in her lip lock while his bladder slowly emptied into her throat.

She seemed to sense when he had finished peeing, for she then began sucking. He was already on the verge of climax from having her tongue and throat massage his cock that whole time, so he exploded almost immediately.

She waited until he was completely drained, then pulled away, stood, and said, "Thank you!"

He replied, "You're welcome," and they both went their separate ways.

Over the following weeks, law enforcement, as well, gave up enforcing public indecency laws.

The phenomenon eventually spread to all inhabited areas. Reports of people, mostly women, but some men also, fleeing to wilderness areas where the compulsion didn't seem to be present were numerous, but those people soon discovered that wilderness living was more like _Survivor_ than _Gilligan's Island._ even if you go with a Hummer stocked full of food, clothing, and the latest survival gear

Eddie soon came to enjoy the Eddieefit of walking in the park, and not having to use one of those hot and filthy public restrooms built from gray concrete blocks. All he had to do when he had to relieve himself in public was to pick out any woman passing by and saying, "Excuse me, I need to pee."

Most women would understand his request without further comment. Though once or twice, he had to explain, and then she would happily comply.

Other bizarre behavior started occurring as well. Cruise ships at sea were routinely being hijacked by groups of women refusing to let the ships return to port. When the ships ran out of food, fuel, and supplies, the hijackers relented and allowed themselves to return. Upon being arrested when the ships docked, the women had no explanation for their actions. Likewise, women passengers on board planes frequently tried to hijack the planes, curiously, only involving overseas flights while far from land. The hijackers didn't seem to want to go anywhere in particular, just to keep the planes in flight over international water for as long as possible. Only when the planes became dangerously low on fuel did the hijackers relent and allow the planes to land. It was not uncommon for planes to go down over sea after running out of fuel. The government had to promptly reinstate many of the provisions of the Patriot Act--only, instead of Muslims, all females were prime suspects.

This behavior gradually became an accepted part of human nature over the years that followed. One could hardly imagine a time when women didn't routinely offer men blowjobs throughout the day. Many large corporations set aside small conference rooms as "privacy rooms" for their employees' lascivious activities during their breaks.

Eddie was never one to be sexually aggressive with women. But he had grown comfortable, on the rare occasion that a woman didn't offer him a blowjob during the day, to simply approach some attractive woman, and ask her for one. And they were always delighted to be so requested, even apologetic that no woman had offered him one yet in the day.

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It was almost ten years later, when he had just arrived home after work on a hot summer evening. There had been record highs every day for the past week, often topping 115 degrees each and every day. The sky looked angry, like it was going to burst any second.

Wendy, another young attractive neighbor, was just getting out of her car as he was getting his mail. Eddie didn't know a woman to give a bad blowjob, but Wendy's tiny throat always squeezed his cock so tightly! "Hi Wendy!" said Eddie.

"Hi Eddie! Sure is hot! Want a blowjob?"

Eddie laughed. "I thought you'd never ask! Hurry in before the sky opens up!"

The clouds ripped open no sooner than they got inside. She had his cock down her little throat as the first clap of thunder shook the house. The second thunderclap a moment later took the electric power with it, plunging them into near darkness.

Immediately, she fell back coughing and sputtering, just before he felt his orgasm come on.

"You okay, Wendy?" asked Eddie.

She looked around, nervous, and shaken. "Yeah, but..."

"You want to try again? I'm almost there! C'mon, Wendy!"

"I," she stammered. She put his cock back in her mouth, but only the head up to the glans. She slowly sucked and drew his orgasm out into her mouth, but Eddie sensed that something was wrong--that she wasn't really into it.

She pulled her mouth off while his orgasm was winding down, before he shot his last spurt. She ran into his kitchen and spit it out into the sink--something he had never, ever, seen a woman do before.

"Is something wrong, Wendy?" Eddie asked again/

"I'm okay," she squeaked. "I'm sorry if I wasn't as good as I usually am. I gotta go. We'll try again some other time, maybe. Okay?"

Wendy rushed outside into the furious thunderstorm. With no power, and no television or computer, Eddie lit a candle and ate a bowl of cold cereal and a cup of hot cola from his closet rather than open his fridge with the power out. He sat in the darkness watching the rain and the lightning out of his living room window for the next hour or so, then went to bed early as there was nothing else to do.

The storm was over by the next morning, but the power still wasn't back on. He brushed his teeth with toothpaste and Pepsi, and combed his matted, dry hair as best as he could.

Eddie didn't know whether Lotsatech would be open or closed due to the blackout, and the phones were out. Still, he was looking forward to a blowjob or two, so he decided to risk heading in; the worst thing is that they'd be closed and he'd just head back home again having gotten his rocks well off.

With the power out so long, the government must have declared a national emergency. Police cars were screaming down the streets everywhere. For a couple of blocks, he got stuck behind two black FBI marked cars slowly escorting some kind of black FCC marked van with a large spinning radar thingy on top of it. Whoa! What's up with that? The power's out, and the FCC is hunting for illegal ham radios and cable TV thieves?

Fortunately, Eddie got to work on time, and Lotsatech had their emergency generator running when he got there. Everything was business as usual. Almost. But the strangest mood was everywhere. Women huddled together in groups. He could almost see daggers shoot out of their eyes at him whenever he made eye contact with one. Their icy stares clearly said, "Stay away from me if you value your life!"