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Author's note: I hope you enjoy this first chapter. I wrote this story in August. Now I feel compelled to work with it again and publish it.
The Downward Spiral of Jim – Chapter One
There is one thing that I have learned in this life. If you stuff something far enough down in your consciousness, it will rear its ugly head at exactly the wrong time.
Let's take jacking off as my first example. I have noticed if I don't jack off on a regular basis, even beyond having sex with my partner, I do crazy shit. I end up jacking off in the men's room at work, which is not appropriate. I end up at the adult bookstore, spending $30 watching porn and sucking cock to guys I wouldn't look twice at on the street. I display myself online naked including my face while camming with other nude men around the world. If those types of images ended up online somewhere, it could be the destruction of my reputation.
Jacking off is a mild example. It is nothing compared to the big one. The one part of myself I pushed down so far from the moment I had sexual feelings as a kid. My most basic sexual and mental state is to be a slut, bottom whore, cocksucking, faggot, slave, pig. I shoved those feelings so deep inside that when I could not take it anymore, my life imploded.
I liken it to this. If someone puts a pillow over my head attempting to suffocate me, I may struggle slowly at first as in a state of denial. When that pillow is forcing the last breathe of life from me, I will explode with as much energy as possible to get it off my face. That's what happen to me. My inner self could not take the pillow over it any longer. I was suffocating who I was in the depth of my soul. The strength of my true self pushed the pillow away, but it wasn't pretty and a lot of people got hurt.
I had an incredible life. I was a "guppy" (gay urban professional) by every sense. My partner David and I had been together since shortly after my MBA graduation from an Ivy League university. We had a wonderful townhome in the city, two BMWs – a 3-Series wagon for the dogs and a 3-Series convertible for weekend city escapes. We could afford a 6-Series convertible and an X5, but we didn't want to be pretentious.
My job with a major firm was skyrocketing. I had a big promotion recently. David also had a great career in sales. We threw fabulous dinner parties. We had a host of friends. We were both out completely and everyone in our lives was accepting of our situation. All our legal entanglements were dotted and crossed. We even had an ok sex life with each other, considering we were ten years in. Our life was annoying to everyone it was so good. Now everyone is still annoyed, but now, will have nothing to do with me.
The implosion started simply enough, but there is not such thing as `out-of-the-blue'. In hindsight, this shocking experience was building since childhood. I worked late one night. It was a particularly tense day. I called David and told him I was going to the gym before coming home to work off some steam. David, being the innocent and kind person he is, understood saying that he would have a plate in the frig to heat up when I got home. He was going to bed.
The gym was empty that late at night with only the desk person on duty. It was after 11 PM. I noticed one hot man across the floor. He was menacing. He was 6'2" and weighed in at 210-220 pounds, muscular and thick. Occasionally I noticed him glaring at me. The look sent a shiver down my spine. I decided I should get the hell out of there. I cut my routine short. It was late anyway. I went to the locker room just to grab my clothes and go home in my gym outfit.
I walked into the locker room and took a whiz first before heading to my locker. I started to open my locker when a hand came around my chest pulling me tight against this slab of meat.
"Where you goin' cocksucker?" I heard whispered in my ear with a deep intensity.
I didn't attempt to struggle yet. I decided to reason with him. "Listen, I don't want any trouble, just leave me alone and let me get out of here, please."
"There ain't gonna be any trouble here cocksucker because you can't defend yourself and most off you want to suck my cock." He yanked his grip tighter for emphasis.
"I do not." I protested still held tight by goliath and feeling his rock hard cock against my ass. I would never admit it at the time, but feeling his body pressed against my back, his arm around me, and his cock burning into my crack was fantastic.
"Listen cocksucker, I know one when I see one. You are such a pretty thing and in complete denial of the fact that you are a cocksucking faggot."
I continued my rebuke with a meager attempt at being PC in a very non-PC situation. "Well, I am gay and I have a great partner. We don't cheat on each other and I love him dearly."
Now that was not true. I did love David; however, David and I did have liaisons on the side. These side benefits were just as vanilla as David and I and extremely unsatisfying other than getting a load out of my balls. We had worked this part of our relationship out with each other years ago and there was no problem.
This situation was much different. We didn't do this type of public stuff. We would just have little affairs in someone else's bed and go home. They were nothing like what was happening here. Now I was being intimidated, dominated, forced, and, much to my dismay, majorly turned on.
"That may all be true, cocksucker, but the fact is you want my dick down your throat. Your ass is already twitching from the feel of my cock." With that statement, he turned me around hauling me into the showers. He pushed me down on my knees, shoved his gym shorts down to the floor and said, "Suck me off now, faggot."
Before me was a beautiful, uncut 8' hard cock, dripping with precum and wanting service. He was not taking no for an answer. I opened my mouth and felt the heat of his man tool enter. The horrible thing about it was that his steak tasted so good. Once the head was in, I went to town. I suck and suck on that gorgeous tube. I wasn't even thinking. I just went for it. I didn't care about my partner, my reputation, the fact that we were in a public setting where anyone could have seen it, I just suck and suck and suck. I made passionate love to this man's cock. I grabbed his beefy ass with my hands and forced him in me as far as I could take it. Tears were streaming down my face and saliva was drooling down my chin. This went on for some time then suddenly he seized my head and shoved his Johnson into my esophagus. I felt his dick start to enlarge and I knew that he was going to burst. I was grasping for air thinking I would pass out. His juice entered my esophagus completely bypassing my mouth and tongue. I only got to taste a little of his jism as he pulled out.
He looked down at me and said, "See fucker, you are a cocksucker. I am never wrong." Then he started pissing all over me. He covered me in his warm yellow liquid. I was in such shock not only from the piss but also from the fact that I like it. I was completely soaked in his piss. When the warm stream ended, he pulled his shorts up. With a strong warning he said, "Every time I see you here cocksucker, you are going to service me. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
He walked out. I laid there on the cold tile floor and started to cry. What had I done? I didn't understand what had just happened because I was in such denial of my true self. Looking back, that moment my life changed. It was the start of me pushing the pillow off my face. That night is when my subconscious made a decision that my bottom, cocksucker, slave, whore self was coming to the surface whether I liked it or not.
After five minutes of lying on the floor in the shower alone, my dick was still rock hard. I took off my clothes. I put my piss soaked gym shorts up to my face smelling the rank aroma of the stud. I was jacking my cock furiously. I only stopped for a moment to take my shorts to ring them out over my face drinking in the drips of urine. I did the same thing with my t-shirt. When I had sucked as much of the manly liquid into my mouth as possible, I put both over my head, laid on the shower floor, breathed in the acrid aroma and masturbated shooting a huge load onto my pretty boy stomach.
I wiped the cum up with my piss t-shirt smearing my jizz over my face. I was in pig ecstasy until my mind pulled me back to reality. I said to myself, `Jim, you get in the shower, get the hell out of here and home to David fast.' My conscious mind disowned the experience. All it knew to do was run as quickly back to safety as possible.
When I got home, David was asleep. I put my piss clothes in the washer. There was a twinge of regret that I couldn't keep them dirty forever. I wanted to stash them somewhere so I could jack off with them again, but I knew better. I took another shower thinking that it would somehow cleanse me. Before I got into bed, I looked at my man David knowing that I would never do that to him again. I was not a cocksucker. I was not a faggot. I don't care what that man said about me.
I couldn't accept that the beefy stud top was never wrong. Well, this time he was wrong, damn it. It was a one-time thing. I would never tell David what happened. I loved him so much. I cuddled as close to him as I could that night. What I was incapable of comprehending and admitting then, was that my relationship with David would never be the same.
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