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One day, I opened a door, never suspecting the change that would take place in my life, never believing that I'd be capable of such a total descent into the dark side of sexual behavior. I'd been chatting online quietly in my office with other guys interested in exploring male to male sexual fun. I'd met a guy, obviously a `Top' who intrigued me. I guess more than intrigued me, made me breath heavy, made me hornier than I'd been in years. In my early 50's I'd been a respectable family man, business man, member of my community and father. Fairly typical in most regards, but one day I stumbled into a chat about male sex, dominance and submission. I'd never thought about it, but once there, it indeed intrigued me. I'd chatted with the guy for a couple months and finally decided to meet for lunch, to meet face to face. Just for lunch, I thought.
Once I agreed to meet, he gave me my instruction. I was to wear no underwear for the meeting. I was stunned at first at the idea of running around with just my business suit slacks and no underwear, but something made me agree. I hadn 't thought we'd actually go any farther than meeting for lunch, but I was in for a surprise. The anticipation built to such a level I could hardly stand it. At 11:00, I went into the restroom and entered a stall. I undid my suit pants and dropped them. I sat on the toilet and took my underwear off, black boxers. I looked at my cock starting to get hard, thinking about our impending meeting. I pushed my boxers in my pants pocket, pulled up my pants, fastened them, being careful when I zipped and buckled my belt.
I looked down to see how obvious the outline of my cock was. It didn't show too bad, as always, I wished it were bigger. I tucked my shirt in, got a feel of my cock hanging free and returned to my office.
I gathered my things, told my secretary I'd be taking an extended lunch and left for our appointment. I was aware of my underwear-free cock in my slacks, wished I'd worn some with thicker material. Part of me was embarrassed yet part was extremely excited about hanging free. All I could think about was meeting him for the first time, wondering if he'd be there and what he'd think of me. I was nervous yet determined to submit to him. Me the head of my own firm, subjugating myself to another man.
I went into the restaurant a little early and looked around, didn't see anyone sitting alone and took a booth by the windows, facing the entry so I can watch for him. John was his name, he'd emailed me a picture of his face, and one of him totally naked, which were both burned into my memory. Our hot on-line chats and the thoughts of his naked body were pushing me to this big step, this dark and obscene action. My stomach churned, my nerves fractured wondering what I was doing.
I ordered a cup of coffee while I anxiously await ed his arrival.
Then, I saw him walk in the door, I was sure it was him. I watched as he told the hostess he was meeting someone. She pointed to me, I smiled a shaky, nervous smile. He nodded to her and came walking over. "Phil," you asked. "JOHN, " I replied. I glanced at the bulge in his pants as he sat down across from me. It appeared as if he wasn't wearing underwear either.
I waited, nervous, to see what he'd say or what would happen next. I liked what I saw, I smiled, near shaking with anticipation.
"No underwear," he asked in an insistent tone.
"No," I responded.
"Better not," he continued. "I want you to undo your pants and open them wide so I can feel your naked cock with my foot."
I looked around, and immediately did as I'd been told. Once my pants were open, I leaned forward so our waiter couldn't see my exposed cock. Then I felt his foot touching my leg, moving up my thigh, between my legs to my cock. I spread my legs wide to give him full and easy access. He brushed across my zipper and felt my hard cock with his foot. He smirked, knowing how completely I'd given into him. He moved his foot up and down my now hard cock, aware of how embarrassed and nervous I was; pleased with his complete control.
When our waiter came back, he noticed how close I sat to the table, John smirked as he kept working my cock. Then he pushed me back with his foot so the waiter could see my naked dick and balls. The young waiter stared, not sure what to do, looked at me, and then at John, and then back at my cock. He asked John what he'd like, trying to focus on John's choices. He took his time watching John's foot stroke my cock. He really seemed to enjoy the show.
When he'd taken John's order, he asked what I'd like.
Before I could speak, John interrupted. "I'll decided what he's getting. He' ll have a ham and cheese on toast and a side salad with ranch dressing."
John motioned for him to lean closer. "He's my personal slut," John whispered. "Have you ever seen such a total whore?"
The waiter looked at me again, smiled.
"His mouth is ready for a good fucking," John continued. "Just let me know if you're up for a little treat."
"I might just take you up on that," the waiter replied and walked away to put in our order.
We chatted until our lunch arrived. It was hard for me to concentrate on food with him and his cock so near. He asked why I was so nervous. I told him that I'd never done anything like this before and wasn't exactly sure why I was doing it.
"Because you're a cocksucker," he replied. "How does it make you feel to be called a cocksucker?"
"I'm not sure," I stuttered. "I think I like it."
"Of course you do," John said. "I can tell you're a whore, a cock-slut by nature."
He was right, I realized it by then. I was a cocksucker, a cocksucker who'd never had a cock touch his lips, yet.
How I wished I could slide under the booth and have what I really want for lunch--His Cock!
When the waiter returned with our bill, he slid in beside me to deliver it. He reached down and took hold of my cock, stroked it a couple times before he left. Two other waiters dropped by our table under the pretense of filling coffee and water and took a quick look at the booth action. "Offer goes for you guys too," John said. "He's one hungry bitch." They laughed and returned to the kitchen through the swinging doors. I could only imagine the discussion going on in the kitchen.
I noticed John checking out the surrounding tables. Right across from us were three guys, construction workers, finishing their lunch.
"Turn sideway," he ordered. "Give those guys a good view of your cock. Let them know what you're interested in. Let them know what a whore you are."
I hesitated for a moment, realizing I had no choice. I turned and spread my legs so my open pants gapped wider and my hard cock was in full view of the guys at the next table. It didn't take them long to notice, first one, then the other whispering and soon all three were looking under our table. They laughed and discussed the show as I died with shame. I thought momentarily about the corporation I ran, the people I controlled, my position in life and what I was doing there. I knew it was where I had to be.
When we'd finished, John told me to leave first. He told me to go into the restroom and stand at a urinal, my cock out waiting for him. I reached for the bill, he grabbed it. "I pay for my bitches," he responded. I went into the restroom and stood at the urinal as ordered. Soon he came in, we were the only ones there. He stood behind me and reached around and undid my pants, they fell to the floor. He felt my asscheeks with his hands as I leaned back into him. My cock had never been touched by another man until that day. He continued to feel my cock and my balls. I reached back and touched his cock through his pants. He slapped my hand away. "Never touch me," he growled in my ear. "Never without permission."
"Pull em up now," he continued. "Meet me in my car at the far end of the parking lot." And he left.
John was parked far from the door in a discrete as possible location. I watched him climb into the drivers seat as I followed and got in the passenger's side.
Once in, I sat waiting for instruction. He smirked as he looked me up and down. "Undo your pants," he continued.
I looked around, unfastened my belt and the clasp of my pants and waited.
"Unzip em," he demanded.
I pulled the zipper down and they spread, showing some of my pubic hair.
He reached over and pulled them farther apart to see my cock, it had started getting hard.
"You follow instructions quit well," he added.
"Yes," I replied.
"I want you to strip completely, now," he demanded.
I pushed my pants down to the floor and stepped out of them. I removed my tie and unbuttoned my dress shirt and pulled my arms out of my shirt and suit coat. I pulled my socks off. He grabbed all my clothes and my shoes and threw them into the back seat. I sat completely naked next to him, waiting.
"See that white van over there," he said pointing across the parking lot.
"Yes," I replied.
"It's the guys from the next table. They're waiting for you," he continued. "I want you to go over and take care of them. Suck them, let them fuck you, whatever they want."
"But," I stammered, "I'm naked."
"I don't care," he snapped, "get going."
I looked both ways, waited till no one was in sight and ran naked over to the van. I pulled at the door, it swung open and I jumped inside.
"Well, well," one of the guys said, "look who's open for business."
One by one, I sucked each of the constructions worker's cocks, sucked till they exploded in my mouth, across my face, in my hair, down my chest. Sucked till they had nothing left."
I layed panting, still naked as they laughed and slapped my ass. "We're done, cocksucker," they shouted. "Get out." My first taste of cock, my first touch of another man's cock, and now three of them at once. It was as if a curtain had raised in my life, as if my eyes had been opened a new life had begun.
I opened the door, looked both ways and run back across the parking lot. I jumped back inside John's car.
"Well," John said," you've almost won the right to suck my cock. Once you do the waiters and the busboys, you should be ready."
He drove me around to the back of the restaurant and told me they were waiting inside. I looked around again, opened the door, and quickly entered the dark backroom of the restaurant. Six guys waited, watched my naked ass enter the room, ready for whatever they wanted.
They grabbed me by the hair, one took my ass, another my head and they begin fucking, every end of me. My ass ached with pain at the first assault of my virgin ass. Back and forth I was swung, mouth sore, ass hurting, leaking load after load of cum from my ass, my lips. Everything seems blurry now, all I saw was cock after cock, I didn't know how many times I took load after load, but when they were finally done, it was dark out. When I was dismissed, I opened the back room door and John was waiting in his car.
I climbed in. "Did you take care of them all," he asked.
"Yes sir," I replied. "Can I have your cock now?"
"Maybe tomorrow," he responded and handed me my clothes. "Don't get dressed till you get to your car."
Once I was back in my car, I started to dress, disappointed and disheartened that I didn't get his cock. I put on my shirt, button it, pulled on my pants, socks and shoes. I had my first cocks, more cum, than I'd ever seen in my life in this one day. I breathed heavy thinking in silence about all that has happened, all those men, what I'd done to them, what they'd done to me. I wondered if I'd ever be the same.
After a dream filled night of lust and decadence, I finally woke and prepared for my sane and normal day at work. My wife asked if anything was wrong. I laughed and said no, through cock-worn lips, remembering how it felt to be fucked both in the mouth and in the ass -- repeatedly.
At work, I slowly drank my coffee when my computer beeped an incoming email announcement. I wondered if I should look.
It was John.
The note was short and to the point. I was to show up at his apartment right after lunch. No choice in the matter, just show up. The directions were clear and the time was underlined to emphasize the lack of choice in the matter. Again, I was ordered to not wear any underwear.
During lunch, I thought about the possibility of not going, not responding, stopping before it all went any further. I choose not to have a choice. I shed my underwear as ordered and left.
I found his apartment, and checked my time, not wanting to be late. I climbed the stairs and knocked at the door. He answered, I smiled as he stepped aside and let me walk in.
He shut and locked the door behind me.
John looked me over, up and down as I notice the bulge in his pants and licked my lips.
"Strip!" he commanded.
I undid my tie and pulled it off, threw it across a chair. I kicked off my loafers and unfastened my belt and pants. I slid my slacks down and stepped out of them. I carefully laid them on the chair. He checked to see that I wasn't wearing my shorts. I unbuttoned my white shirt and slide it off my shoulders. His eyes followed every movement, enjoying the show. I pulled my socks off, and tossed them on my shoes.
I stood, arms at my side, naked.
He got something from the coffee table and handed it too me. It was a pair of large pink nylon panties and told me to put them on.
I took them and stepped into them, pulled them up and tucked my hardening cock inside. He could see through the tight nylon material. I adjusted my dick pointing up, the head stuck out of the top band of the women's panties.
He ordered me to turn around and model for you. I did, he gave my ass a squeeze through the silky undies, and then a smack and continued to squeeze working the fleshy mounds. He then handed me a nightie of the same see-through silky material and told me to put it on.
I raised my arms and pulled on the silky gown. It too was transparent and could still see my hard cock through the nightgown and the panties. The nightie hung just below my balls. I twisted at the waist to feel the smooth and fluid movement of the fabric. A new and sensuous sensation I liked very much.
I was so turned on that he could hear my breathing. I waited for further instruction.
"My personal cockslut," he boasted.
"yes sir," I replied.
"Are you hungry for my cock?" he continued.
"OH YESSS," I moaned "I need it bad, please feed me".
He stepped forward and pulled me to him, feeling the silky material along my back and onto my ass. He pressed my ass forward pushing my hard cock against his. I could feel his beautiful cock through his jeans, feel how huge it was, how much bigger than mine.
My hands began to roam all over his body, feeling through his clothes. I ran my hands down his back, I slipped my fingers inside his belt and pants feeling the elastic band of his underwear. I moved my fingers inside and felt the top of his asscheeks and the beginning of the crack of his ass. He grabbed my hand and told me "no," Not until I'd been given permission. He pushed my hands back to my sides and began to feel my hard cock through the sheer material of the women's underthings.
My cock throbed, begging for more. He ran his knuckles up and down the shaft as I pushed into his stroke. My eyes closed and my head moved back in ecstasy with his touch. He kept stroking my cock through the silky panties and then without control, I came. Gushes of hot cum oozed out of my cock and inside the sheer material. He watched the cum run down my cock, watched the material get wetter and wetter.
"I'll let it slide this time," he warned, "but you're not allowed to cum without permission. The next time you do, we're through and the game is over."
"I understand," I humbly replied feeling like a little boy who'd done something wrong and got caught. "Can I go wash up?"
"No," he responded. "You'll stay that way. Like the cheap whore you are. On your knees," he continued. I quickly dropped in front of him, my mouth right near the fly of his pants. I licked my lips thinking I was about to have my delight, my desire, the first site and taste of his cock. He'd shown me a picture on line of his cock and I'd been thinking about it ever since. Waiting for the first sweet opportunity to make love to it.
I waited for instruction, hoped it would be soon as my body ached to touch and feel all of him, to see him naked before me, ready to fill any desire he had.
He reached for the zipper of his pants and slowly lowered it. I licked my lips instinctively. I saw the white of his underwear as the slit in his pants gapped. My body pulsed smelling his masculine scent.
He noticed me smiling, half smiled back and then zipped your pants back up.
"ON YOUR FEET," he shouted. "I want you to leave your bitches outfit on and put your clothes over it. I want you to leave without a word and go the Tomm'y Pub down the street and wait for me there, sit in a booth in the back."
With frustration and agony, I did as he'd been instructed. I dressed, leaving the woman's understhings on under my clothes, gathered myself and walked out the door. I went to the pub and took the booth in the back. When the waiter came by, I ordered a beer for myself and waited. I was aware of the softness of the silk women's underwear under my clothes, I let a finger slide in the front of my shirt and felt the nighty. I felt naughty, a little lewd, but I loved it.
Soon, I saw him walk through the door. He came to my booth and took the seat next to me. I wondered if anyone would think it odd, him sitting right next to me rather than across the booth. When the waiter returned with my beer, John picked it up and took a drink. "Thanks for ordering for me," he said, "He's got something else to drink later," he laughed and winked at the waiter.
He reached his hand under the table and undid my pants. "Push them to the floor," he ordered.
I looked around, worried that someone might see and did as instructed. I slipped my pants down, sitting there in my dress shirt and women's underthings.
"Kick off those pants, your shoes and socks too," he ordered. I obeyed.
The pub was fairly busy with mostly men, sitting around drinking, mostly at the bar.
John looked at me as he slid his hand under the table and felt my already h ard cock. felt the nightgown hanging down under my dress shirt.
"Unbutton your shirt," you sneered.
I looked around, nervous, but did as commanded. I unbutton the shirt.
He reached over and pushed it off my shoulders. I sat there in only the pink nylon panties and the see-through nightgown.
Three guys at a nearby table noticed, smiled, pointed and whispered about my attire. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time.
"I want you to go into the men's john and stand at the urinal until I come in," he continued.
I hesitated, but knew I must obey. He slid out from beside me and sat back across the booth.
I looked around, looked at the guys starring at me and slid out and walked quickly as I could down the aisle to the men's room. I knew several of the groups of men were watching my almost bare ass walk down the aisle. Once inside, I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe I'd surrendered to this. I looked at the professional family man standing in women's underwear in a public bar. I was ashamed yer turned-on, excited, pleased.
I took my place at the center urinal as directed and wait.
I heard the door and looked back over my shoulder as John entered. He smiled and walked up behind me. He took hold of the elastic of the panties and pushed them down to the floor. He took hold of my hard cock and ordered me to piss. I tried and finally it let go and a stream of hot piss washed down the urinal wall. When I was done, he shook it for me and told me to stay there till he came back and if any guy came in, I was to smile friendly and if told, suck them off.
I look shocked, "but," I stammered, "what if I get arrested for indecent exposure of something like that."
"Don't worry," he laughed, "they never bother this place."
Before he left, he reach down and took my silk panties and put them in his pocket.
"You won't need these anymore," he laughed as walked out.
He left and I waited, but not for long. The door swung open and the three guys sitting at the nearby table walked in.
"Your buddy says your ready for us," they laughed and lined up around me, dropping their pants.
I know what I had to do. I dropped to my knees and the first guy shoved his cock in my mouth. I went to work sucking hard, as I grabbed the other two cocks and stroked them.
They called me cocksucker and laughed as they fucked my mouth, ramming harder and harder. As I sucked one cock the others jabbed their hard dicks against my cheeks, in my ears, wiped their precum in my hair. They grabbed handfuls of hair and rammed my head faster on their friends dick. Once the first guy shot and I was made to swallow it all, he pulled out and the other took his place. They handled me all over, my naked ass, my hard cock, my silk covered chest and made fun of me. And what's worse, I loved it. I sucked like I never wanted to let go. Once they'd all finished, they put their pants back on and left laughing at me collapsed on the floor of the dirty toilet.
Soon John return and told me it was time to go. "What about my clothes," I asked.
"They'll be at my apartment when you return," he replied.
"But, I'm naked," I plead.
"You'll have to run for your car and hope no cop drives by," he laugh as you handed me my car keys.
"Can I at least have the panties back," I asked.
"No," he returned and disappear out the door.
I stood at the bathroom door for a minute gathering my nerve. When I walked out, the three guys stood jeering and pointing as I moved across the room. Before I could make it to the door, one of the guys grabbed my arm and pulled me to the floor in front of him. He took his hardening cock out and I was made to suck it again. Two of the guys from the bar come over and took theirs out too. Once I'd swallowed three more loads, I climbed to my feet and staggered to the door. It was dark thankfully as I ran to my car, slid in after unlocking the door and drove away as quickly as possible.
As I drove sitting bare-assed in my front leather seat, I thought of the humiliation, of what I'd submitted to, of what I was becoming. Part of me hated it, but most of me loved it, I wanted more. And I knew, I could never turn back.
When I got to John's apartment, my clothes were in a heap on the floor in front of his door. A note laid on top. "Go home," it stated. "I'll contact you tomorrow."
I left. And waited for more.