As soon as I pushed on the door to the apartment building, my heart started racing. That's funny, I thought, because this is hardly my first time entering a horny stranger's apartment. But I don't think I've anticipated a hookup with so much excitement or anxiety since the day I sucked my first dick.
I had come a long way in the four years since then. I remember 18-year-old me on my knees fumbling awkwardly, trying to fit it all in my mouth, focusing on keeping my teeth out of the way. Fortunately he had taken the time to train my throat, and now, four years later, I could suck a dick with the best of them.
You see, I discovered that day my passion for oral submission. The moment that stranger looked down into my eyes and called me his little cocksucker, I was hooked. In the three years that followed, I was on Grindr constantly, practicing my oral skills on just about any big cock I could get my mouth on. I had a few regulars who appreciated the willing, reliable throat, but apart from their cocks, there was nothing particularly memorable about any of them. At least, not until I met Adam.
I was attracted to his dominance immediately. The night we met, Adam told me I was going to be his boyfriend. Then he took me to his car and facefucked me harder than anyone ever had in my life. We've been together ever since, and now we're coming up on our one year anniversary.
Adam doesn't like sucking dick all that much, but it doesn't bother me. I discovered early on that I enjoy sucking dick way more than I like getting sucked. A few weeks after we started dating, Adam fucked my ass for the first time. I had wanted to save my first time for my first boyfriend, but it was hardly the romantic scene I had imagined. It hurt a lot, and once we started getting into it, he started calling me his faggot and his good little bottom bitch. I couldn't believe my boyfriend was talking to me like this while he was taking my virginity. It made me feel humiliated and turned on at the same time.
We moved in together about two months ago, and since then, things have changed between us. He's not nearly as sexually aggressive as he was, and lately he's been turning down my offers to give him head. In fact, it's been over two weeks since I've swallowed his load. I suspect he's fucking someone else, which is how I ended up outside this stranger's apartment building.
I downloaded the Grindr app and made an anonymous account, with the intention of doing some sleuthing. Almost at once, though, I got distracted by a profile just one or two squares away from my own. It had a picture of a tall, massively muscular man, age 36, wearing tight leather shorts and brandishing a bullwhip. The face was cropped out, but I was instantly turned on. I got even more turned on when I saw he lived less than a mile from our apartment.
9"DOM 4 HEAD Looking for a reliable, submissive cocksucker for regular arrangement servicing 9 inch daddy dick. Ideal candidate is 20-25, dependable, and willing to do absolutely whatever it takes to make Sir happy. Tryouts will take place Friday evening at my apartment. Message to request appointment and address. Serious inquiries only.
That's how I ended up here, on Friday night, outside this stranger's apartment building. I wasn't sure I would show, but something about the tone of his messages was absolutely magnetic, and I just had to meet him in person. Plus, as much as I enjoyed my boyfriend's dick, it certainly wasn't 9 inches, and lately I hadn't been getting anything at all. I was sure Sir would have other applicants, and I doubted I would hear from him again if anything were to happen. This would probably just be a one-off, I told myself, that would satiate my hunger for dom daddy dick. If Adam wouldn't do it, maybe someone else would. Adam was out of town visiting family that weekend, but still I was cautious as I walked to 9"DOM's address under cover of night. The last text I received from him read "Your appointment is at 9pm. Don't be late."
At 8:55, I stood in front of his building, mustering up the nerve to enter. I pushed on the building door, but it wouldn't budge. I messaged him through the app, and I got no response. At 8:59, after four minutes waiting without any word, I turned, ready to leave. Just then, there was a buzz from the intercom beside the door, which I hadn't noticed before. No one spoke, but I heard the lock in the door click. Taking a deep breath, I slowly pushed the door open.
From there I ascended the main staircase to his apartment, which was only on the second floor. I felt my pulse quicken with each step that I took. Finally, I stood outside the door marked 2C. There was nothing left to do but knock.
"Get in here," came the gruff reply. I turned the doorknob and slipped silently into Sir's apartment.
I wasn't prepared for the sight that awaited me. The man in front of me was the same man wearing the leather shorts in the photo--I could tell by the tattoo on his muscular chest. He had olive skin, dark salt-and-pepper hair, a close-trimmed beard, and a face that struck just the right balance of handsome ruggedness. He must have been at least 6'4" standing, though from the way he occupied his leather armchair as if it were his throne, it was hard to tell. As I entered, his dark eyes looked up and took me in. All my doubts, second thoughts, and reservations about Adam vanished. I was instantly under Sir's spell.
"You're on time. Good." I just stared at this gorgeous giant sitting directly across the room facing me, not knowing how to respond. "What are you waiting for? Undress."
As it happened, he was already completely undressed himself. I could see the dark hair that covered his face, his chest, his arms, his legs. The rest was blocked from my view by someone else, a muscular reheaded twunk kneeling before the leather throne. I couldn't see his face, just his muscular back, his pale round ass, and the back of his head which bobbed up and down in Sir's lap. He looked young, probably too young to order a drink, and he too was completely naked, his clothes folded neatly on a table by Sir's chair.
I immediately felt self-conscious--this guy's smooth young muscular body was practically perfect, and I worried how I would measure up in Sir's eyes. Still, I had come this far, and Sir had given me an order. My submissive nature kicked in, and I unbuckled my pants. In seconds I was completely naked in front of Sir, standing at attention with my hands behind my head. All the while, the ginger never stopped to turn and look at me. It was like I wasn't even in the room.
Sir was silent for a minute as he inspected my body. His eyes stopped on my rock-hard penis sticking out from my hairless crotch. "Small," he said. "I like that." I couldn't help but notice the above-average sized balls bouncing between the redhead's thighs as he sucked. Maybe there was hope for me after all.
"Here's the deal, boy. I am in need of a reliable cocksucker to regularly service my cock. I have an extremely high testosterone level, which requires me to be serviced at least three times over the course of the day by a cocksucker who knows what the fuck he's doing. My fag roommate who used to do it could make me cum in under a minute, but he's moving away for work and I need someone to take his place. Ideally this would become a live-in situation, with you taking his room and being sort of my cocksucker on-call. In return, you'll have a place to live and the satisfaction of taking care of a real man's needs. Any questions so far?"
I was speechless, still taking in all that I was seeing and hearing. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the slurping and sucking coming from the redhead. Sir cleared his throat impatiently.
"Just one, Sir. Is that your roommate?"
"No, boy. This fag had the appointment before you. He confessed to me that his parents kicked him out when they found him sucking his best friend's dick, and now he hopes to earn his keep here by sucking my dick every single day. Isn't that right, faggot?"
"Mmmhmmm," came the reply, the boy's head never leaving Sir's crotch. I was beginning to get impatient, dying to see the 9-inch monster I had come here for.
"That's `yes Sir' to you, bitch," said Goliath to David. "And you're just about out of time. I told this fag that he had until my next appointment was ready to make me cum. If he could, he'd get the job. If not..."
Sir grabbed the boy by his red hair and pulled his head back, forcing him off his cock. "Please Sir, let me keep going. Your cock is amazing, and besides, I have nowhere else to go."
Sir said nothing. Instead, he hacked up a mouthful of saliva, which he spat into the pleading boy's mouth before slapping him across the face, hard. Then he picked up the boy's folded clothes and carried them over to the window. The boy's gaze followed him, and I could see his face clearly for the first time. It was round and youthful, accentuated by plump pink dick-sucking lips that contrasted with his buff jock body. At the moment, though, his pretty face was puffy and red, streaked with tears and spit, and twisted in horror and humiliation as he realized what was about to happen. He rose unsteadily to his feet, but it was too late--Sir had thrown his clothes out the second-story window.
"Get the fuck out," was all he said, towering over the redheaded twunk. The boy hesitated just a moment before fleeing butt-naked out the front door, trying to cover himself with his hands. I watched his big white bubble butt jiggle and bounce as he fled, enjoying the view until the door slammed shut behind him.
I found Sir's cruelty exciting, terrifying, and utterly mesmerizing. It was not unlike the feeling I would get when Adam would talk me into blowing him in a park or public bathroom stall. Sir had me in the palm of his hand, and from the look on my face and the state of my erection, I'm sure he knew it.
"Bring me your clothes," Sir commanded, turning back to me. Even after witnessing the scene that had just taken place, I did as I was told. Did I have another choice?
I brought my folded clothes to the table, and by now Sir had resumed his rightful place on his throne. Now, with just the two of us, I could see his incredible cock up close for the first time. It was at least 9 inches long, as advertised, and as thick as my wrist. It emerged straight and tall out of a well- trimmed patch of dark pubes, with a single thick vein visible from base to mushroom tip. His smooth brown balls looked heavy and full. I was determined to taste what was inside.
"My next appointment is coming at 9:15. It's 9:05 right now. I'm gonna offer you the same deal I offered him. If you accept, get on your knees and get to work. If not, take your clothes and get the fuck out."
I was between his legs in an instant. The way he spoke reminded me of my first night with Adam, the way he had so quickly and confidently claimed me as his own. For a moment I felt guilty as I thought of Adam's reaction if he saw me on my knees in front of this muscle god. The thought was quickly pushed out of my head as the musky odor of Sir's manhood intoxicated me.
I took him in my mouth hungrily, pausing for just a moment to adjust to his enormous size filling my throat. His was by far the biggest dick I had ever sucked, but in just a few moments I was handling it like a pro. I could tell Sir was enjoying himself from his moans and from the way he'd force himself deeper into my throat.
"Damn, you've already got me closer than that little ginger bitch before you. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing down there. If he hadn't been so cute and so desperate, I probably would've kicked him out before you ever showed up. Here, you like poppers, boy?"
He picked up a small bottle from the table and unscrewed it. He inhaled from the bottle and then offered it to me. Unsure, I removed his cock from my mouth.
"Never tried them, Sir," I told him honestly.
"Here, cocksucker. Sniff." He held the bottle under my nose and I obeyed. The chemical smell took over my entire brain until there was nothing in the world but Sir's cock and my mouth. It was like my body was a machine on autopilot, programmed with the singular goal of swallowing Sir's cum. All the while, he urged me on with a steady stream of degradation.
"Fucking cocksucker... worthless bitch...suck my dick like a good fag, boy... yeah, that's it... deeper, slut... OH SHIT you're a talented little whore, aren't you..."
Ten minutes flew by in what felt like thirty seconds. Every so often I'd take another hit of poppers, which would put me right back in "the zone." I wanted to take my time and savor this moment with this incredible man and his incredible penis, but there wasn't time. It was now 9:15, and Sir's next appointment would be here any minute. As I fondled Sir's balls and swallowed him deeper into my throat, intent on finishing him off, I heard the door downstairs buzz open.
Instinctively I tried to get up and cover myself, but he held me down. I bobbed my head up and down on the enormous dick in time with the footsteps ascending the stairs. Sir's balls tightened as the footsteps reached the second floor. They stopped right outside the apartment door, just as Sir's cock exploded in my mouth.
"FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK THAT'S MY GOOD FAGGOT" he screamed as he came, filling my mouth with so much semen that it dribbled down my chin. Whoever was outside, they must have heard him claim me as his faggot while he climaxed. Undeterred, however, the newcomer knocked on the door, which creaked open a moment later.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry Sir," came a familiar voice from behind me.
"This faggot already got the job. You're here for cocksucker tryouts, I assume?"
"Yes Si..."
Through my popper and cock-induced haze, I recognized that voice. Naked, delirious, and cum-soaked, I turned to face its owner. I immediately registered the expression of guilt, betrayal, and lust on the face of my boyfriend, Adam, who stood there in the doorway.