Even though the events in this story actually happened nearly two years ago, I still think about them - and beat off to them - daily. I still can't believe I blew this straight kid from work (I was his supervisor, for crying out loud!) for the better part of a year. I mean, it's not like I didn't actually enjoy it, and he seemed to like it too; he came every single time. We even had a little joke about me eating his sperm; we called it "swallowing the evidence". It's just that I still can't believe the risks we took with me blowing him all the time.
Looking back, I probably should've figured out sooner that he played me like a fiddle, `sucking up' (figuratively, not literally) to his fag supervisor, using his cute straight-boy-ness to his full advantage. I used to cut him miles of slack, overlooked his frequent tardiness, gave him extra days off, and eventually allowed myself to be manipulated into blowing him.
I should probably back up here and give you some background about me, and how I got myself involved in that insane situation. Two summers ago, when I was 38, I was a supervisor in a cube farm in a big Canadian city. I'm gay but totally closeted as far as work goes. I don't even go out to gay bars because we had a few younger employees who were `out' and made no secret about going to the dance clubs.
Anyway, about 2 years ago a new hire got assigned to my team and I kind of took a liking to him. I didn't figure him to be gay at all, but he was kind of good looking, short, a bit stocky (typical PC nerd, couch potato, X-Box and PS2 addict, no exercise, etc.), nice big bulge in his too tight jeans. Not a fashion bug at all, thank God. I can't stand that baggy, hip- hugger look, can't make out any details. Steve (not his real name) turned out to be a really friendly guy, a quick learner, and even though he was 20 at the time we hit it off immediately as co-workers and as friends.
I managed to engineer it so that he sat at the workstation across from my cubicle, so I got to check him out all day long and I even got to see the occasional crotch shot, or him scratching himself, nice eye-candy. Shortly after he arrived on my team we started taking breaks and lunches together, even occasionally restroom breaks together.
I remember the first time I caught a peak of his meat I almost dropped to my knees right there at the urinals. I couldn't believe this short stocky kid had such a big dick. He wasn't shy about exposing his meat either, although he did it rather nonchalantly. Most guys will step in close to the urinal so as not to expose themselves. But Steve would stand back a bit from the urinal and hold his cock with his right hand wrapped around the base like he was about to stroke it, and he still had about two or three inches hanging down outside of his fingers. Looking back on those times now, I can't believe I was so na^Ëve that I didn't realize he was doing all that on purpose.
We eventually started socializing outside of work too. It started out innocently enough with happy hour one evening. Then we started doing more stuff together, movies, sports bars, etc. In various men's rooms I managed to sneak the occasional peek at his meat, and that was enough for me. After I got home I'd beat off thinking about his cock in my mouth but that was about it. I kept it strictly on the up and up, never hitting on him or anything. I was his supervisor, after all.
One of the first hints of things to come was probably his obsession with head, talking about it frequently, groping his crotch, re-arranging his package. Probably another clue was his huge collection of porn. Most of it was straight porn, but he did have some bi and orgy stuff. It was all bootlegged stuff downloaded form porn sites and burned to CD's and DVD's. When I'd visit his apartment he usually had something porn-related running on his PC, either downloading or burning. When we sat around drinking and watching TV, he'd invariably slip in a porn DVD of chicks giving blowjobs. The straight stuff didn't do much for me, but I loved sneaking glances at his stiffie every once in a while. It made for great fantasy jerk off material later. Later on Steve was to tell me that it was around this time when he started to wonder a) if I was gay, and b) if he could get me drunk enough to blow him.
One night we'd been out playing pool and darts, and drinking heavily until nearly 1 AM. Together we staggered back to his apartment for a few more beers. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV and DVD player. A cheesy porn flick came on; with a slutty blonde chick completely deepthroating a black guys monster cock. I stared in fascination at the guy's hardon, it was beautiful.
Steve was sitting to my left on the couch, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him massaging and repositioning his meat. After a few more minutes of Steve watching her, and me glancing at Steve, he stood up suddenly, swayed a bit, and slurred something like "Fuck it, man, can't take it any more", and then he walked out of the living room and into the bathroom.
I heard some rummaging sounds, like a drawer opening and closing, then he walked back into the living room with 2 towels. He tossed one to me and I caught it on my lap. He stripped off his t-shirt and dropped it on the floor. He then proceeded to unbuckle his belt, opened his jeans, and pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. He sat down on the couch, to my left, and then draped the towel across his stomach. And then completely unselfconsciously, he grabbed his hardon and started to stroke it. I was mesmerized, watching his hand go up and down his thick meaty shaft. He looked over at me with his dopey, drunken grin and said "C'mon dude, go ahead, do it!"
To this day I can't believe I obeyed him. I stood up, took off my t-shirt, dropped my pants and underwear, and sat back down on the couch with the towel across my lap. I started stroking my hardon (which is not really that big compared to Steve's; I'm only about 5 inches). Steve laughed in a friendly way at my dick size, gesturing towards me with his cockhead and said "Ha ha, mine's bigger!" I laughed too and said something like "Yeah, you got a nice big one, but mine works perfectly well for me".
This went on for a few minutes, with Steve stroking his cock, looking back and forth from his to mine, me staring at his cock while stroking mine. I was totally staring at his cock when he said "Do you want to touch it?" I must have hesitated just a second too long, just long enough for him to let go of his cock and reach his right hand over to grab my left hand. Then he wrapped my left hand around his shaft, holding it there in place with his right hand, and then he started to stroke his cock using my hand. It felt so hot and hard and soft, I loved it. I couldn't believe I was actually stroking this guy's dick. I was in a trance watching it.
This went on for a bit until I heard Steve clear his throat and say "Dude". I looked up at him and he gave me an evil smile and said "So, wanna suck it?" By now my head was spinning (and not just from the beer). Here I was stroking his beautiful cock, thinking exactly what he just asked me! Like he read my mind, although knowing me I was probably licking my lips in anticipation. Again I must have hesitated too long, and he correctly interpreted my hesitation as yes. He placed his right hand on the back of my head and pulled my face down to his waiting cock. There was no more foreplay. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked on it. He didn't really have to force me, although his hand felt re-assuring, pushing my head down on his boner.
I was in an awkward position leaning over from his right side. As I shifted to a more comfortable position he said "Dude, get on your knees". He didn't have to tell me twice. I stood, shucked off my pants, underwear, and socks, and then I removed his too. Now I had easy, comfortable access to his delicious looking and smelling crotch. I went to town, chowing down on his meat.
Completely forgetting that I was his supervisor at work, or that up until that night I never told him I was gay or that I secretly wanted to blow him, there I was, down on my knees, totally subservient to this kid half my age, sucking his cock with a vengeance, like the fag whore I am. I made love to that man's crotch, kissing, licking, and sucking. I buried my nose into his hairy ball sack and got dizzy from his scent. I nearly came on myself from the sheer ecstasy of blowing him. He suddenly grabbed 2 fistfuls of my hair and shoved my head down on his cock and held it there. I felt his legs tense up, then I heard him moaning and groaning like an animal, then I felt his cock throb in my mouth as he exploded his load into my mouth.
I'm proud to say I took his whole load without losing a single drop. I continued to gently lick and suck his shaft and tip. I licked his whole shaft clean, and then I milked it a few times, and gently licked the last few drops of his white love from his piss slit. I kissed his cockhead a couple more times, and then I rested my head on his crotch so I could lick his ball sack without too much effort.
When I eventually looked up at Steve he had his head leaned back on the couch and his right arm was draped over his eyes, as if he didn't want to look down at the slutty fag who had just drained his nuts dry. I was so horny I was afraid I'd explode. I timidly asked him "Steve, can I please keep sucking your cock while I jerk off into the towel?" He nodded once but didn't say anything.
I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my boner. Then I picked up his cock and slowly sucked it back into my mouth. It was still semi- erect, so I managed to get some gagging and deep- throating action going on.
Since he was just sitting there passively, I decided to see if he'd let me rim him. I picked up his right leg and lifted it on to the couch. He went along nicely. He leaned over to his left and rested his head on his left arm. I started licking his balls, and then I moved to the area of skin between his balls and asshole. I figured if he didn't want me to do this, then he would stop me anytime. So I just kept going.
I spread his butt cheeks and ran my tongue up and down his butt crack, over and over. It was salty and delicious. I was delirious with lust. Not only was he not resisting me but he was actually starting to moan in agreement. As soon as I heard that I jammed the tip of my tongue into his shit hole as hard and as deep as I could. Now that got a reaction out of him! I think he said something like "fuck yeah, feels good" or "feels great", so I ate his sweaty, hairy ass non-stop, until I finally shot my load into the towel. My orgasm was probably closer to an explosion. I felt myself trembling afterwards. I withdrew my tongue and gently kissed and licked his ass hole, then his balls, then the tip of his cock.
He sat up and dropped his right leg to the floor. He looked down at me and said "Dude, that was fucking hot. I never had anyone eat my ass before. Now I'm fucking horny again. Shit, dude, blow me again!"
Having just shot my wad I wasn't sure if I'd be into doing it again soon, but as I would soon come to find out now that I'd gone past the point of no return, there would be no refusing Steve's blowjob appetite. He held his hardon up and pulled my head back down onto his cock. I didn't even try to protest. What was I going to say? I'm not into that? I don't suck cock? I don't swallow cum? And you know what? Truth be told, I actually liked it a little, being forced by this young straight kid to suck his dick. So, yeah, I sucked him off again. He didn't cum as much the second time, but it wasn't any less gratifying for him or me. And I have to admit that I got horny again, and I continued sucking and rimming him again until I shot another load into the towel. I laid there while his cock went soft in my mouth.
He put his hand on my forehead and moved my head away from his dick, and then he stood, wiped down his butt and crotch with a towel and then he dropped it on my lap. He walked to his bedroom and I heard the door shut. I fell asleep on the floor.
I woke up the next morning still on the floor, hung-over as hell, naked, covered only with two stiff, cum-stained towels. I sat on the edge of the couch and draped a towel over my crotch. As I looked around the living room I saw clothing scattered everywhere, socks, jeans, underwear, t shirts. I picked up Steve's socks and underwear and before I could even press them against my face I had a raging hardon.
I couldn't believe what I had done the night before. My life was completely fucked. I had twice sucked off and rimmed a straight co-worker who was nearly half my age, and who happened to be a member of my team. What the fuck was I thinking? As I sat there in a state of self- recrimination, holding his socks and underwear against my face, I heard his bedroom door open. I remember thinking "Oh shit, what if he's mad at me?" I quickly dropped his socks and underwear to the floor.
I looked up as he walked across the living towards me. He was scratching his head with one hand and his balls with the other. He didn't say a word, just walked right up to me, yawned, and stuck his morning wood in my mouth. He held onto my head with both hands and did a gentle pelvic thrust into my face. I think he didn't like the angle or something because he took a step back, holding onto my head, keeping my mouth on his cock and he pulled me off the couch onto my knees.
As I slid to my knees I nearly cried tears of joy, hungrily sucking his beautiful boner. He came pretty quickly with a low grunt, and he held on to my head as I milked his shaft and then licked it clean. After he got done cumming he just stood there with his dick in my mouth, and then I realized he was letting me continue to suck him while I jerked off. I quietly came into the towel.
I didn't realize it right away but blowing Steve caused our friendship to change. I was no longer the alpha male by virtue of being twice his age, or even his supervisor. There was a definite shift in the dynamics of our relationship. From now on I was his blowjob cunt, pure and simple. I blew him anywhere, anytime, whenever he wanted a blowjob. There were times he'd order me to blow him and he wasn't even really horny, he just liked the ego trip of ordering me onto my knees to blow him. Of course, no guy can stop himself from getting hard once his dick is in a mouth, so even those times when he would just be fucking with my mind he'd still get hard and cum. We both laughed about that.
We were still friends, sort of. We still went out drinking or to movies, etc. But from then on I blew him all the time, no hesitation, no questions asked. I blew him every single day at work, in the underground car park. On his day off I'd go to his house and blow him, and on my day off he'd stop by my place for head. He very generously fed me his cum as often as he needed to. I blew him in the theatre. I blew him in the men's room at the mall. I blew him in the woods, at the beach, even while he was driving down the highway. He even very graciously let me keep sucking on his cock after he came so I could jerk off.
Many times I would initiate the blowjob. I wouldn't wait for him to ask me or order me to blow him; I would just drop to my knees in the kitchen or in the middle of the living room and I'd pull down his pants and suck him dry. I'd lick him clean and then pull up his underwear and pants and close up his belt. Sometimes I'd stay on my knees and kiss his bulge thru his jeans. He knew I was addicted to his cock, and he made sure it was in my mouth as often as possible. There were many times that I got so aroused from sucking him that I'd cum in my jeans, and I've have to change before we went out.
After a blowjob he'd say silly stuff like "That was your daily dose of vitamin C", or "You've got the whitest teeth I've ever cum across", or "Don't ever let anyone call you a lousy cocksucker; because you know what? You're not - you're an excellent cocksucker!", and then he'd howl with laughter.
Or he'd say "Damn, you're a good cocksucker. Good for me, I guess" or "I can't believe you like licking my shitter; wait a minute, I can't believe I like you licking my shitter", and then we'd both laugh. I didn't care. I was in fag Heaven, from being used for head daily by a horny young, straight guy.
I used to love it when he would snap his fingers and point to the floor and say "Hey, homoslut, on your knees, I got a load of hot, salty cocksnot for you!"
This went on for nearly a year until he moved out to the west coast. After he left I cried.