I woke up the next day as my iPhone beeped with a new text message. It was almost noon, my head was pounding, and Jordan?s cum had dried in my hair. I grabbed my iPhone on the way to get a glass of water. The text was from Jenny.
?So, where did you meet her?? her text read.
?Her.? So she hadn?t noticed any cum in my hair. My secret was safe, but now I had to make up some story to stick to for a while.
?At the sports bar near campus,? I texted back.
I gulped down a huge glass of water washing the residual taste of alcohol and cum from my mouth. I was hoping Jenny wouldn?t be that intrigued by last night?s endeavor. The beep from my phone indicated I would not be that lucky.
?Met a girl at a sports bar? Sure it wasn?t a dude dressed up as a woman. lol?
I was 90% sure she was being sarcastic, but I was already paranoid all the same.
?I?m sure, trust me. Sounded like you were having a good time last night.? I needed to change the conversation, and that should buy me a few minutes to think.
After a few minutes, my iPhone rang with a new text. ?Sounded like? If you actually heard me, then you don?t have to wonder.?
We texted back and forth over the next hour or so. The guy who fucked her silly was named Patrick. One of her friends from college knew him so she got them together as she knew Jenny would possibly like some company throughout the summer. Turns out, they really hit it off. I was just hoping Jordan wasn?t too friendly with his neighbors.
Monday came and went with relatively little fanfare. I had jerked off multiple times to my fresh memory of giving a blow job, and Tuesday morning, I woke up to a text from Jordan. He sent it at 1:30 a.m. Monday. It read ?Been thinking about you??
I had obviously been thinking about him too, but I had my fun, so I needed to tell him thanks, but no thanks. I sat on the text until after work Tuesday and placidly responded ?It was a good time.?
He didn?t respond. I went to bed thinking maybe he got the message, but I woke up Wednesday to another late night text from him. ?We should hang out again.?
I needed to deal with this head-on. So I texted Jordan as soon as I got in to work. ?Had a great time, but it was a 1 time thing.?
My iPhone vibrated 30 seconds after I sent the message, ?Really? You seemed pretty hungry for my cock, and I know you want more of it.?
Instant boner in dress pants. I got that twisted feeling in my stomach again. I quickly looked around as I felt all eyes were staring at me, my secret lust screaming out from my cubicle. No one noticed anything. I couldn?t give in again though. I had satisfied my craving for cock. I got a huge cock my first time, had my face fucked, and jizzed all over.
?I had a great time, but I?m not gay,? I couldn?t think of what else to say to be polite but discouraging.
He responded immediately, ?Who said you?re gay? You?re just my bottom slut for the summer.?
My stomach twinged again. I did like it. I think I was scared of liking it and not being able to stop myself. I was scared I would become the insatiable slut I fantasized about being. The bottom slut who can?t get enough cum loads. I wouldn?t let myself become that. Besides, I was still straight, still prowling for women all the time.
?I think you have me confused with someone else,? my quick-witted response.
?We?ll see. I?m patient, and I saw what a cock-starved slut you are.? I didn?t respond and didn?t get another text from Jordan after that.
The girls and I decided to go out to a wine bar we hadn?t tried yet on Friday. We grabbed a table out on the patio and ordered a round of different wines. I noticed Jenny frequently tending to her phone. Someone was texting her, and I guessed it was Patrick. My phone buzzed. It was Jordan?s number. No one paid any attention. I read the text. ?How?s your wine? It?s a good selection.?
My inclination was to immediately start looking around, but I didn?t want to attract the girl?s attention. I took a large gulp of wine and started to casually look around to see where Jordan was. After a few minutes, my phone vibrated again with another text from him. ?I?m not going to hurt you. You can at least be polite and respond.?
Now I felt guilty. What harm could come from a few texts. I set my thumbs in motion. ?You?re right, I?m sorry. I was just nervous.?
We ordered another round of wine as another text came in. ?That wasn?t hard. Being nice can have its advantages.? I assumed he was talking about something sexual, so I tried to concentrate on a reply. I had my head down, not paying attention when a hand sat down a new glass of wine that had twice as much as the last glass. As I looked up the man started talking, looking straight at me.
?Evening ladies and sir.? It was Jordan. ?I?m bartending this evening and I don?t think I?ve seen you in here before, so I wanted to personally introduce myself, and let you know that if you need anything at all, to just let me know.?
He never took his eyes off me. I was blushing so hard. The girl?s started giggling as he walked away, noticing that he never stopped looking at me.
?Looks like the bartender has a crush on you.?
?Yeah, keep it up, I like the way he pours the wine for you!?
Everyone laughed, my laugh filled with nervousness. After a few minutes and a few more sips of wine, everything settled down and I began texting with a little flirty edge. I thanked him for such a nice pour and let him know the girls liked the extra wine as well. Jenny continued to hammer away on her Blackberry and Jordan kept lighting up my iPhone. He was sexting me, telling me how hot I was, how much he wanted me again. I have to admit, it was a new and exciting feeling to be seduced by a man.
After another glass of wine I excused myself (cautiously as I had a raging hard-on from Jordan?s texts) to use the rest room. I made an appearance by the bar.
?So, are you coming back to my place again tonight?? Jordan asked.
?I told you, it was a 1-time thing. It was fun, but I?m really not interested in having another time.?
Jordan sighed, ?I thought you?d give in by now. You have such a cute ass and hot mouth. I love watching my dick slide in and out of your mouth. It?s so hot seeing how much you want my cock.?
My cock was getting even harder. ?I guess that will just have to be your lasting memory of me.? With that, I turned to the bathroom. I walked in to an empty room and up to the urinal. The door opened quietly as I relieved myself. I felt Jordan?s strong hand squeezing my ass. He pressed his semi-erect cock into my ass and whispered in my ear:
?I know you want cock again. You?re a cock-slut bottom and you know it. Trust me, that wine won?t be the only thing flowing down your throat tonight.? He squeezed my ass hard and ?Mmm?ed? in approval as he walked out the door. My mind was still fighting with my dick, but I knew it was a losing battle. I was buzzed and I did want Jordan?s cock again. If I could just get back to my apartment, I wouldn?t have the chance.
When I got back to the table, the girls had all noticed I was talking to Jordan.
?What took so long? Did you give him your number?? Everyone laughed.
?I hope you at least got us a free round of drinks.? More laughter.
Jordan walked up to the table just at that moment and put down 4 more glasses of wine. ?Ladies [he didn?t acknowledge me, even though he kept looking at me] this round is on the house. I wanted to say goodbye as I am leaving for the night, but I sincerely hope I get to see you again.?
Jordan walked away and the girls started giggling again.
?Nice work, Grey! Did you blow him in the bathroom??
?If not, you should!? More laughter. My iPhone buzzed at that exact moment. The message, ?See you in a bit??
I walked to my car and sat in the driver?s seat for a few minutes. Which way do I turn out of the parking lot? Back to my apartment, or over to Jordan?s knowing full well what would happen (at least, I thought I knew). My phone vibrated again. ?I?m waiting.?
I pulled into Jordan?s apartment complex a few minutes later. I didn?t see Jenny?s car, but I wasn?t taking any chances. I parked in the housing block behind Jordan?s apartment. Seconds felt like hours after I knocked on his door. He cracked open the door.
?Hey, what do you want?? he asked nonchalantly.
?You know, you told me to come over,? I responded.
?I know, but you didn?t answer my question: what do you want??
?I want to hang out,? I stated, starting to feel uncomfortable.
?No you don?t, you?re here for something else, and I want to hear what that is.? Jordan wasn?t going to be satisfied.
?I want to suck your dick,? I replied, defeated by my lust.
?You do? You want my 8 inches of meat down your throat again??
?Yes.?
?You want to taste my cum again??
?Yes.?
?I knew it the first minute I laid eyes on you. You?re going to be such a sweet slut this summer. Come on in.?
I walked through the door to see him wearing a tight printed t-shirt and black boxer briefs; his fucktool clearly pressing against the fabric. We walked over to the couch and he told me he wanted to see my ?cute ass.? Enjoying the flattery, I turned around as he sat down on the couch and started swaying my hips, letting him take in every move my ass made. I turned around and unbuttoned my shirt for him. He let his cock loose and began to stroke it watching me dance. I was mesmerized again by his thick dick, it?s large, rounded head. I didn?t take my eyes away. I dropped my pants revealing my stiff cock trapped by my boxers. I moved over to sit on Jordan?s lap and grind my ass into his cock. He held the elastic of my boxers as I straightened up and he slid them to the ground. He took off his shirt revealing his smooth chest and athletic build. I rubbed my back to his chest as he reached around and stroked my hard dick. His thumb rolled over my pre-cum. He lifted his thumb to my mouth to have me taste my own cum. He started kissing my neck as I sucked his thumb. I was quickly losing control. I was sucking his thumb as though it was his cock in my mouth, my greediness evident.
?Mmm, looks like you?re not just going to be a cock slut, but a cum slut as well. You can get on your knees and get what you came here for,? he said in a calm, satisfied, and commanding way.
Completely naked, I kneeled down at his couch, his legs spread open, and took his almost rigid cock in my hand. I licked up the shaft from his balls. Immediately, I remembered the blow job I had given him last week. I licked down the other side of his shaft. Our eyes met as I took his entire head into my mouth. He let out a soft moan. I slowly engulfed as much of his cock as I could going as slowly as I could. I had already learned to open up my throat a little bit as his cock fit nicely in the back of my mouth. He could tell I was taking more of him in that I did last week and he lifted my head off his cock.
?Here, let me help be the cocksucker you want to be,? he said gently. He guided my mouth over his cock again and slowly pushed into my mouth. When he got as deep as he was before, he pulled my head further, his cock pushing into my throat. There was no gag, so he kept it there for a few seconds before releasing so I could catch my breath. That was all there was time for as he pulled my face back fast to his cock sliding it almost instantly into my throat. I could feel his trimmed pubes near my lips. He stuffed my throat longer this time, releasing quickly letting the thick strands of my throat spit seep out on his cock on down my chin. My gaze remained fixated on this monster exploring the cavern of my throat. In absolute lust, I reached out for his cock and start sucking and jerking as fast as I could. Just as he positioned his hand to guide my bobbing head, there was a knock on the door. As though nothing was going on, he stopped me, put on his boxer briefs and went to answer the door.
?Stay here. I?ll be right back,? he said as I remained naked on my knees, literally drooling from the blow job I was giving. I heard him open the door.
?Hey man, what?s going on?? I heard another voice say.
?Nothing man, just hanging out with a friend of mine,? Jordan responded calmly. I had to imagine that his bulge was absolutely evident. There was a short pause.
?Oh yeah? Do you mind if I hang out with you guys for a little bit. My booty call got too drunk on wine tonight to drive over. She was so nasty sexting me, I thought for sure she?d be over for some fucking,? the mysterious voice said.
My mind started going a million miles an hour. I knew it was Patrick from next door. I knew Jenny had gotten too drunk to meet him. I was holding my breath that Jordan would send him away so he didn?t see me.
?That?s too bad, but come on in. I think I have something that might make you feel a little bit better,? Jordan said with a grin in his voice. ?We?re just having some fun in the living room.?
I didn?t? have time to do anything, except look shocked sitting on the floor. I was wiping the drool from my chin when a tall, slender Patrick entered the room looking right at me. He was 2 inches taller than Jordan, but a little thinner. He had sandy-blond hair that was covered with a baseball cap worn backwards. His left arm was tattooed as a sleeve.
?Patrick, I?d like you to meet Grey. Grey is exploring his love of cock this summer and I think if you?re nice, he can help you with your boring night tonight. Grey, I?d like you to meet Patrick. You?re going to suck his cock tonight too.?
I had an intense sensation sweep over me. Whether it was embarrassment over my current status, fear of what was going to happen, or excitement over having another dick to suck?I?m not sure.
?Grey, huh?? Patrick asked wanting to make sure he got my name right. ?Sounds great Jor. You?re a great friend to have around. Do you want to suck another dick tonight, Grey??
I looked to Jordan, then back at Patrick. A little grin appeared on my face as I nodded and said confidently, ?Yeah, I do.?
They both took off their clothes again and sat side by side on the couch. I went back to Jordan?s cock as Patrick started to stroke his dick hard. I needed to work up my pace again, so I slowly started jerking Jordan?s cock into my mouth as my head began to get into a rhythm. I was starting to get a good flow going, when Jordan reminded me about Patrick. I crawled over to Patrick?s dick. It was just a little longer than my own, but a little thinner as well. Patrick?s dick easily entered my mouth as I had gotten used to Jordan?s immense flesh. I was working my rhythm when Patrick?s hand grabbed the back of my head and slowed me down. I tongued the tip of his head a bit and licked his balls. He moaned his approval.
Jordan stood up as I started moving to come back over to give his rod some attention.
?Here, we?ll make this easier for you. You?re such a greedy bitch,? Jordan remarked.
Patrick followed Jordan?s lead. There were 2 swinging dicks hanging in my face. Jordan slapped me in the cheek with his tool and Patrick followed suit. I grabbed both dicks, jerking Patrick?s, sucking and jerking Jordan?s. I stayed on my knees, worshipping my sex gods? pricks, freely indulging my newfound greed for dick. Going back and forth, when I was on one?s dick, the other would push my head into the cock. They kept egging each other and me on. I loved it. I was a true slut. I was giving 2 blowjobs at once, one to a complete stranger. With every mention of how much I wanted it, I kept sucking harder. They had pushed their dicks into my throat so many times, I forgot I ever had a gag reflex. I could feel their orgasms building.
They had me lay on the couch the short way. My legs splayed in the air as my head hung over the end upside down. Jordan bent his knees so his dick was perfectly positioned in front of my lips.
?Since he?s my find, I get to cum first. You can have my sloppy seconds,? Jordan said to Patrick.
?Fair enough,? Patrick replied.
I was staring at his cock upside down as he plunged his mammoth tusk past my lips and into my throat again. This stroke was hard and deep. He was getting ready to cum. I wanted him to come all over my face again, but would never get the chance to tell him. He started face fucking me with a vengeance. All I could do was grab the back of his knees to hold myself. I was watched him pistoning in and out of my mouth. My spit started running out of my mouth and down my cheeks. With one last thrust he plunged into my throat and shot his first 3 shots straight into my stomach. He jerked a few more times as he pulled himself out, cumming into my mouth with the rest of his load.
?Swallow my cum, bitch. Show Patrick here what a cum lover you are.? I complied.
As soon as Patrick saw the load of cum flowing down my throat, it was his turn. He fucked my face as hard as Jordan did until he deposited his first shot fully in my mouth. He pulled out quickly to shoot the rest of his load on my face. My face was completely covered in my deep throat juice and Patrick?s cum. Jordan wiped a little of Patrick?s cum from my eye and fed it to me.
?Just want to make sure you get a full taste of us tonight,? he said.
I laid on the couch, spent. Patrick put on his clothes, but Jordan stayed in the nude.
?Thanks Grey. Let me know if you?re ever hungry for cock again. After that performance, I?ll oblige you any time. Thanks Jor, I?ll catch you later,? Patrick said everything casually, slapped Jordan?s hand, and walked back to his apartment next door.
Jordan then turned his attention back to me. ?Let me give my cock slut a reward for his hard work.? He took my dick into his mouth. We both knew I wouldn?t last long. He teased me as long as he could, before his hand warped around my dick, slick with his spit. As my dick pulsed he pointed it upwards, my first pressure-filled shot hitting me in the neck. I continued to shoot load after load.
?Hopefully next time, we won?t need to have that release for you. You?ll be able to do it all by yourself,? he said.
I put on my clothes and we made casual small talk. I still didn?t feel quite comfortable, but was afraid I couldn?t stop myself at this point. My mind was spinning because of gay sex, and I was the bottom taking it all in. His cock was my drug and I was quickly becoming an addict.
Hope you liked this chapter. Keep the emails coming. Chapter 3 is on the way.