I had a twenty minute drive home from work.
I knew my wife would be ecstatic about the raise and promotion.
I wasn't so sure.
The sights and sounds and smells and even taste of the first blowjob I had ever given were still fresh in my mind...and my mouth.
Every time I thought about sucking my boss's dick to get ahead, I wanted to puke. What the hell was I thinking?
And I had mistakenly thought that it was a one-time thing.
That illusion was shattered when my new boss implied my cocksucking would improve over time.
So now I was the company cocksucker.
Like I said, my wife's going to be happy, but if she only knew what I had to do...
"You got a promotion?! AND a raise?" she exclaimed. "At your age?"
I knew what she meant. I'm not really sure why Peter singled me out. Could he tell that I was the type that would give in and submit to him? Anyone else would have picked an up and comer, including for the sexual reasons. It seems everyone prefers a younger lover...lover?
Is that what I was now? Some guy's sex toy? The idea made wanna hurl!
"I don't know," I replied. "It must have been something he saw in me...I guess"
"Well, this is amazing! What a way to end your last years before retirement! You'll have to invite him over for dinner. What did you say his name was?"
" Peter. Peter Wood. And I don't know that I feel comfortable inviting him over..."
"What a funny name!" she said, snickering. "Does he have two?"
"Two what?"
"Two dicks! Peter? Wood? Get it?"
"No, just one big one."
Oops.
Quick, think!
"At least that's the rumor. I'm going to go shower while you finish dinner."
"Alright, don't be long!"
My wife, Mary, is a good person.
After being a stay-at-home mom for over 30 years, she still is content to stay home and take care of me and the house.
The last kid moved out two years ago, but she keeps busy with housekeeping and gardening and canning and crafts; she's also an excellent cook and keeps me happy in all ways except one: sex.
Oh, we still cuddle, and kiss-but actual sex has dwindled to less than once a month.
In fact, if you don't count sucking Peter's cock, the last time I had sex was two months ago.
For her, the intimacy and release isn't worth the mess.
But tonight it was!
In celebration, I got to make love to her. It made me feel like I was reclaiming my manhood after the humiliating events earlier that day, and she let me lick her to three orgasms that night before I spilled my seed inside her.
The next morning she saw me off to work with a kiss, and a reminder to invite Peter to dinner.
A reminder I intentionally forgot.
That day at work Peter introduced me as the new supervisor. Everyone politely clapped, but could care less, and a few actually congratulated me.
About an hour into the shift Peter paged me to his office.
I did not want to do this.
I felt the anger welling up inside me as I made my way to his office.
I was determined to put an end to this.
Mustering up all the courage I had, I steamed ahead full into his office.
Closing the door behind with perhaps more force than was necessary, I addressed Mr. Two-dicks...
"Mr. Wood, I appreciate the promotion, but I am NOT going to be your personal cocksucker!"
I was already mad, but the fact that he was smirking at me was making me madder.
"I don't know who you think you are that you can blackmail people like this!" I yelled as I threw my phone down on the floor...overly dramatic - I'm glad it was carpeted.
"I wonder what the police would say about this!?" I continued, feeling even more confident.
Peter Wood, never losing his composure, stood slowly picking up a large envelope as he rose from his chair. He proved his arrogance when I saw he was naked from the waist down, his large cock hardening in anticipation of me sucking it, no doubt.
"I wonder what your co-workers, friends, family and wife would think about this," he said, tossing the envelope in front of me.
"Open it," he commanded.
I already knew what was in it, but I was shocked nonetheless.
It was me, sucking him.
"You wouldn't dare!" I growled at him.
Just then someone's cell phone started ringing.
My phone.
We both looked down at the floor where my phone was buzzing, ringing, and there was my wife's picture on the screen. She was calling.
"Let's see who wins this debate," Peter said.
He bent over and got to my phone before I did, and sliding the slider answered it and immediately put it on speakerphone, then held it to my face.
I lashed out, trying to get my phone back, but he swung his arm away from me, keeping my phone out of reach.
"John?" Mary asked.
"Sorry, I dropped my phone," I lied. "I'm in a meeting with my boss at the moment, can I call you back?"
"Your boss, Peter?"
"Yes, this is Peter. And this must be John's wife, Mary?
"Yes! And thank you so much for giving John this opportunity! Has he invited you to dinner yet? I do hope you can come..."
"Why yes, he just asked me," he said, a mischievous look drifting across his face. "And I assure you, I will cum."
By the way he said that last word, I knew there was going to be trouble.
"Oh, wonderful! How does this Saturday at 6 sound?"
"That's perfect, see you then."
Then, turning to me- "So, I think I misunderstood. I was beginning to think that you were coming here to cause problems when, all the time, you were going to invite me to dinner. How thoughtful..." he sarcastic said as his pants and underwear lay on the floor, his cock twitching in anticipation.
His cock was already at full mast as I dropped to my knees.
"You forgot something," he said. "You're still dressed."
I sighed as I struggled to stand. Momentarily I was naked and back on my knees.
I looked at the tip as it's single eye was pointing at my face. I reached up with my right hand and gently grasped his cock, sliding my hand down and then back up again. As I slowly masturbated him I began noting the features, like the veins, bulging and blue...the shape of the head...how his balls gently swayed to and fro as I continued to jack him. I reached up with my left hand and took his balls in my hand, feeling the heft of them, bigger than mine. I gently rolled them in my hand, and he groaned in appreciation.
"Ok, you can get your jollies Saturday- for now, just suck- I have work to do."
My left hand continued to hold onto his balls, but my head started bobbing up and down as his cock continued to grow. I felt him hitting the back of my throat so I had to continually struggle to not gag. This time I didn't try to move him into my throat. I felt like I could feel the veins as it went in and out. I could definitely feel the head-ridge moving.
"Take your hand off of that!" he commanded.
I had to focus for a minute. My left hand was still holding his balls. My right was holding my own cock, and I was hard as a rock!
I moved it up to the back of his thigh.
"Are you actually enjoying this?" he asked.
Was I?
I looked up at him and nodded.
Right into the camera lens of his phone.
Why did I do that?
What. The. Hell.
If you had asked me last week, I would have told that there is no way that I am gay. Or bi. Or anything.
And yet, here I am getting hard, sucking another guys dick!
He put his hand on the back of my head, guiding me in my work. For some reason I can't explain, it brought me comfort.
"Not til I say!" he said
I looked up, and I knew what he meant.
His breathing picked up as his orgasm neared.
He placed the other hand on my head, now one on each side, as he gently fucked my mouth. He let out a series of soft grunts as I felt his semen emptying into my mouth.
As before, he grasped himself behind his balls and squeezed, until, finally, the last drop was, as before, painted on my lips.
When he had finished, he said, "Get dressed and return to your desk."
He pulled up his pants and went back to work as if I wasn't even there.
I dressed and stood there with a mouthful of cum, dumbfounded.
Had he forgotten?
Without looking up, he said, "I assume you remember the way to your desk?"
I turned and, letting myself out, walked quickly back to my desk.
I kept my eyes to the floor and walked as quickly as I could back to my desk to avoid contact with anyone.
Once back in my cubicle. I sat there waiting for the instruction to swallow.
Finally, after about 10 minutes, an email from Peter popped up on my screen.
"Now" was all it said.
I can't believe he made me wait so long. I sat there pondering the new reality of my life.
Why me?
I hadn't known him long enough to get him mad at me. Did I rub him the wrong way? Or did he somehow know that I would rub him the right way?
And why did I start getting horny while I was sucking him? This is not what I expected to happen.
And now he was coming to my home Saturday. Would he try to expose me to my wife? Or worse?
As I pondered all these things swirling around in my mind, I became aware that I was swirling his cum around in my mouth, and it was making me horny. I also became aware that I was rubbing my cock through my pants.
I was startled when someone called my name.
"John!"
It was my co-worker Bill.
I swallowed.
"Oh, sorry. I was a little distracted."
"Don't worry about it. I'd be lying if I said I never did that. But you probably ought to wipe the glaze from your donut off your face before someone thinks you've been sucking Peter's cock."
I grabbed a tissue and wiped my face.
"It was a good donut. Probably shouldn't be eating them tho..." I said as I felt my face flushing red.
"None of us should, but I wouldn't have complained if you'd saved me one!"
If he only knew.
I became acutely aware of the taste of cum in my mouth, and was frantically sipping coffee to lose the taste and smell while Bill continued talking.
I couldn't tell you what he was saying, lost in my thoughts as I was.
"John, are you okay?" came his distant words, as a whisper in a fog.
"John!"
I snapped to. "Oh, crap, sorry Bill. It's been one of those mornings."
"Maybe you should take the day off..."
"I'll be fine. I just need a little more coffee," as I washed the last of Peter's cum down my throat.
"Alright, we'll talk later..." he said, and then he left.
The rest of the week was more of the same.
Every morning Peter would call me to his office, I would strip naked and suck him to completion. Then I would walk back to my desk and wait for the command to swallow.
Except Friday.
Morning came and went without the call to come to his office.
It made me nervous.
My anxiety level finally got the best of me, so I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" came the voice on the other end.
"Peter, it's John."
