Your erotic stories

I always knew of the man who lived in the house at the end of the dead end street as the Creeper. His real name was Mr. Manson, and I thought that his first name was Barry or Barney or something like that. The word around the school was that he liked boys, and from the time I was in elementary school, to the time I was a senior in high school, I was warned by other kids to stay away from his house.

I’d heard the stories, and they were pretty titillating for a young boy growing up, but it was never a first hand account. All the stories were a friend of a friend of a friend who had went there for something or other. Maybe it was someone who was selling magazines for a fund raiser, or maybe it was someone looking to make a few bucks mowing his lawn, but the stories always ended up the same. Mr. Manson would offer to give them a blowjob, free of charge and with no strings attached, and usually the kid would take him up on his offer and receive a toe curling blowjob. Apparently afterward, he would even pay them in some way.

Of course my friends and I would always talk about him like he was some kind of an old pervert, and that was how he came to be known as “the creeper”, or more precisely, “the cock gobbling creeper”. As boys often do, we would invoke his nickname to insult each other in the worst way we could think of. Usually saying something like, “Yo, I saw Marty coming out of the cock gobbling creeper’s house yesterday. He was walking bowlegged with a big shit eating grin on his face. Did the creeper suck your cock Marty?” Everyone would laugh and Marty would punch the offending person in the shoulder and yell, “Bullshit man, that never happened.” But it was all just boys being boys.

As for me, I avoided his whole street, as if walking down that dead end road toward his house was risking being stung by killer bees and bit by venomous snakes.

I finally asked my folks about Mr. Manson when I was in middle school, and I had heard another rumor that he had sucked off three guys who ventured onto his property to retrieve a rocket that they had launched from a nearby field that landed on his front lawn. The story was that he had seen the rocket and parachute land, and he had taken it inside. The three guys, whose names and ages weren’t disclosed to me, knocked on his door and asked for their rocket back. Mr. Manson invited them all in, and then told them that they could have the rocket back after he sucked their cocks. Apparently these boys weren’t shy, and they allowed him to suck them all off one at a time, swallowing each load of cum. Afterward, he gave them the rocket and fifty bucks each, and sent them on their way.

“Mom, what do you know about Mr. Manson? Is he the creep that people say he is?” I asked that evening at the dinner table.

I saw my mother’s eyes dart up to my father, who looked down at his food and cleared his throat loudly, then she looked back at me. “Now why do people call him a creep honey?” she asked.

I had hoped that she had heard the same rumors that I had heard and she wouldn’t ask me what I meant, but of course I wasn’t that lucky. “Well, people say that he likes coc- he likes penis. They say that he likes to suck penis, and not just any penis, but young guy penis.” I was aware that I kept saying the word ‘penis’ over and over again, but I had nearly slipped up and used the word ‘cock’ instead, and my mother would have tanned my hide if I’d used that word at the dinner table during dinner.

I looked up with a red face at my parents, both of whom were now staring directly at me. “Is it true?” I said with a squeaky voice.

My mother cleared her throat and said, “Well Devon, first of all, the stories that you’re hearing are just that… stories. Rumors are created by people with too much time on their hands, and some rumors tend to take on a life of their own, and those rumors may have the potential to ruin someone’s life. You just remember that when you’re talking about someone that you’ve never met. Does Mr. Manson suck penis, as you say? I don’t really know if he does or not, but as long as he is doing things with consenting adults in the privacy of his own home, who am I to judge him. If he is in fact doing things with young boys, then he will pay for his crimes.”

It wasn’t an answer to my question, but another look at my father told me not to pursue the line of questioning any further. The rest of dinner was eaten in silence.

When I entered high school, I became more curious about Mr. Manson, and I became more brave about getting closer to his house. The old name calling and teasing that occurred in elementary and middle school slowed, and the stigma about homosexuality seemed to lessen a bit also. Suddenly I wasn’t that concerned about being called a ‘faggot or a ‘queer’ by my friends, because it just wasn’t cool to use those words anymore. I think part of it was that the shock value we got from using those words wasn’t there anymore. We had graduated to the big boy swear words, like ‘shit, fuck, asshole and mother fucker’, but most of us wouldn’t utter those words in the vicinity of any adult still.

I started using the dead end road as a short cut to get to another friend’s house. I wouldn’t make it all the way to his house, but I would cut through the property of an abandoned house that was right next door to his. Occasionally I would see him outside, and to me he looked like a normal guy, not at all what I expected him to look like. Nobody seemed to talk much about him anymore, so I really didn’t care if anyone saw me.

Being in high school was an adventure for a young teen boy with raging hormones. It seemed like I was popping a boner every time a breeze blew, and the skimpy clothes that the girls wore just made things worse. My problem was that I was a skinny kid with a big nose and glasses, and my parents couldn’t afford designer clothes, so I was kind of a loser in school. That meant that the girls wouldn’t give me the time of day. The longer I went without getting any action, the more I was worried that I might remain a virgin forever, especially after hearing about so many other guys who seemed to be having sex all the time.

My freshman year passed by pretty uneventfully, followed by my sophomore and junior years in which my right hand became my best friend. Masturbation seemed to be the only way to curb my nearly constant erections, and at one time I was stroking myself around four times a day. By the time I was a senior, I still hadn’t had a girlfriend and I was still a virgin, so I was getting more desperate for any kind of close contact.

I got my licence at eighteen, and suddenly money became my driving force. I wanted a car, and because I was still in school full time, and jobs were so scarce, I decided that I would continue my seasonal lawn mowing jobs for one more summer, if they still wanted me. For the last four years, I had eight different houses on my street that I mowed for, so I began to call each one to see if my services were still wanted. As luck would have it, only two of the eight still wanted me to mow. The economy was hitting people hard, and everyone seemed to be cutting back.

Two lawns was just not going to cut it(no pun intended), so I headed out to knock on more doors. The dead end street that I had avoided most of my life seemed like my best bet, as there were some expensive houses with very large lawns, and large lawns meant more money.

I hit all seven houses on the street before Mr. Manson’s house, and had picked up three medium sized lawns and one large lawn, which was really good because I had raised my rates, and no one seemed to have a problem with that.

I almost didn’t bother to even go to Mr. Manson’s house at all, as my brain was trying to convince me that I would be making enough money with what I had. But then I decided that I wasn’t a little boy anymore, I was a buff eighteen year old man with confidence, and I wasn’t going to let the stories of children keep me from more potential profit. Taking a deep breath of fresh morning air, I headed up the front walkway to his front entrance, and rang the doorbell.

A few moments later the door opened and there he was. “Can I help you?” he asked. He was a clean shaven, well dressed man in his mid forties with a slick haircut, square jaw and piercing eyes. To me he looked like he could be a movie star.

“Hello sir,” I said, then went on to repeat my practiced speech. “My name is Devon Bubior, and I was wondering if you would be needing to have you lawn mowed this summer.”

He stood there staring at me for an uncomfortably long moment, then said, “How old are you Devon?”

“I’m eighteen sir, and I’ll be graduating this June,” I replied.

He nodded, then looked me up and down as if he was inspecting me. “My lawn is pretty large you know? It would take a couple hours to mow the whole thing.”

“That’s quite alright sir, I’m not opposed to hard work, and I’ve already signed contracts with four of your neighbors to do their lawns,” I said, feeling like I actually had a chance to get this.

“I could use someone to mow my lawn, but only if you can mow it weekly, at least until mid summer when it slows down growing.”

“Yes sir, I can mow it as often as you need, as long as you can pay for it,” I said with a friendly grin.

He smirked, then said, “Payment is not a problem, and money isn’t an issue. In fact Devon, if you’d like to make even more money this summer, there are plenty of ways you can do that here.”

Blinded by the idea of making money, I quickly answered, “That would be awesome sir.”

He nodded again, and I started to wonder why I had always been so worried about meeting him. After all, he seemed like a perfectly normal person. Maybe all the rumors had been false, made up by boys with overactive imaginations. “Well good Devon, by the way, my name is Barclay…Barclay Manson, but I prefer to be called Clay” he said, and held out his hand for me to shake. “Why don’t you come inside and we’ll get the details worked out?”

Still shaking his hand, I nodded and said, “Sure.”, then I stepped into the house that I never thought I would enter.

The inside of his place was immaculate, and as soon as I entered he asked me to please remove my shoes. I was used to it at my house anyway, so I nodded and kicked them off.

“I’ll ask you to always remove your shoes when you come in,” he said as I followed him into a large living room area. He walked around a leather couch and sat in a matching chair. “Have a seat Devon, and we can discuss your wages.”

I sat in the middle of the couch and was surprised at how comfortable it was. I felt like I sank into a soft cloud, and the leather was so supple that I couldn’t stop rubbing my hands over it.

Clay noticed and said, “It’s nice isn’t it? It’s made from the softest leather in the world, imported from Bangladesh. It feels absolutely amazing to lay on it naked.”

I stopped rubbing and raised them up quickly, my mind picturing him laying nude on the couch that I was currently sitting on. Seeing my reaction, Clay began to laugh loudly, then said, “Don’t worry Devon, it’s been thoroughly cleaned since the last time I, or anybody else laid naked on it.”

Suddenly I felt a bit nervous about being here, and I wanted to get back to business. I cleared my throat and said, “Why don’t we get back to business then Mr. Manson?”

“Please Devon, call me Clay. My father is Mr. Manson, and yes, we can get down to business. How much do you want for mowing the lawn?”

“Well,” I said, “is fifteen an hour too much?”

“That’s pretty cheap Devon, I was thinking more on the order of twenty an hour.”

“Really?” I said, shocked that anyone would offer to pay me more then I asked for. “That would be sweet.”

He nodded his head, then said, “Perhaps I can sweeten the pot even more Devon. You see, I have this thing that I like to do, and if you’d let me do it to you, I could certainly make it worth your while.”

A drop of sweat began to drip down the side of my forehead as I suddenly became very nervous. I swallowed hard, then asked, “Like what?” I asked, afraid that I already knew the answer.

He didn’t answer me right away, instead he smiled and asked, “Are you going to tell me that you haven’t heard any stories about me in school Devon? It seems that every young man that comes knocking at my door has heard about my proclivities. Tell me Devon, what have you heard about me?”

I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and my pants seemed very tight also. Even though he hadn’t come right out and said it, it seemed like the stories were all true. “Um, I ah, I…” I stuttered, not sure how to answer his question. Should I say that I’ve heard he loved sucking cock, or should I play dumb and say that I haven’t heard a thing? “I haven’t heard,” I finally finished. Now I was leaving the ball in his court, or so I thought.

“Come on Devon, you’re in the public school system right? I’m quite sure you already know what it is I like to do. Are you telling me that you’ve never heard about me?”

“Uh, maybe I should leave,” I said, but I couldn’t seem to get my body to move off the most comfortable couch I’ve ever sat on.

“You can leave if you’d like. I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do. But I think that you came here for another reason, didn’t you Devon? I think you came here today hoping that I would offer you more than a job mowing my lawn. Is that why you’re really here Devon? Are you looking for another type of – job?”

I didn’t know what to say. I had come here looking for work, and mowing lawns was what I was prepared to do. I didn’t come here for that other thing, did I? There was no way I could do that. But why was my cock so hard?

“Tell me the real reason you’re here Devon,” Clay said. “Stop beating around the bush, and tell me what you really want. I’ve got a hundred dollars in my pocket that you can have if you tell me what you really want from me.” He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a wad of folded bills. I could clearly see there was hundreds in the stack.

I was looking into his eyes and I saw him look down at my crotch and smile, then he licked his lips and I shuddered. This wasn’t at all right. Hell I’m not attracted to men in the least, never have been, but for some reason my cock was throbbing in my pants. Was there something wrong with me? It was so confusing.

Clay peeled a hundred dollar bill off the pile and held it up between his thumb and pointer finger. “I’m not going to say it Devon, you have to ask for it, that’s the rule. You ask, and I take it from there.”

My throat was so dry that when I opened my mouth to speak, nothing but a squeak come out at first. I closed my mouth and licked my lips to get some moisture, then tried again. “Blow…job,” I said, then looked down at the floor in shame. I almost couldn’t believe that I said it.

Clay leaned forward and said, “What? You’ll have to be more specific Devon. Speak clearly please, and this time, ask politely.”

Now my shame was so bad I wanted to get up and leave, telling him to kiss my hairy ass and slam the door. I knew I could still leave with dignity, but my damn cock had other ideas, and it wouldn’t be denied. I cleared my throat and haltingly said, “I’d like – I’d like a – blowjob – please.”

He smiled, a big, bright, toothy smile, while I nervously bit my lower lip. “Well then, why don’t you pull that beast out so I can see what I’m dealing with,” he said.

My hands were shaking as I reached up to my button and fumbled with it before finally un-hooking it. I’d never had a problem undoing my pants before, but this time it took me a few tries until I finally popped it open, then lowered my zipper. I glanced up at Clay to see that his eyes were fixed on my hands, and he had a hungry look on his face. Was I really going to go through with this? Apparently I was, because the next thing I did was reach inside my boxers and grabbed my swollen member. A moment later I was pulling it out into the open air for him to see. This was an unusual feeling for me as I wasn’t used to showing my junk off to anyone.

“That’s a nice looking cock Devon, but I won’t go near it until you take your jeans and underwear completely off,” Clay informed me. When I looked around the room and back toward the door I had come in, he added, “Don’t worry, no one is here, and no one is coming.”

I nodded, then stood up on unsteady legs. My open jeans slid down easily, and my boxers followed suit. I sat back onto the incredibly comfortable sofa, feeling the baby smooth leather cushioning my bare ass, as I yanked my pants and boxers off and set them aside. Instinctively I covered myself as I sat, my body full of tenseness.

“I can see that you’re nervous,” Clay said. “Why don’t you lie back on the couch, close your eyes, and try to relax.”

Nervous was an understatement. I listened to his advice, and laid back, but my eyes refused to close completely. Instead I lowered my lids and focused on my cock, which was pointing directly at my face. I heard movement, and a moment later Clay was on his knees in front of me. He put his hands on my knees, and opened my legs, then he crawled forward until he was between my thighs.

My hands were still covering all my private bits, and I was shaking like a leaf on a windy day, as I watched him move in. His eyes were locked on the prize as he reached up and gently took hold of both my wrists, then lifted them up and out of the way, exposing them completely. I had never before felt so vulnerable.

Once I was wide open for him, he spent a long time just looking at every inch of me down there. I never knew there was that much to look at, but he seemed to relish spending an inordinate amount of time inspecting me. I was watching him closely, and he seemed so intrigued with my balls and ass, that it was almost as if I wasn’t even there anymore, except for that part of me.

Moving very slowly, he leaned forward, bringing his face right up close to my middle. I tensed up even more than before, if that was even possible, and waited to feel his touch on my skin. Instead, I heard the unmistakable sound of him inhaling deeply. My eyes opened wide and I tilted my head forward to see him better, and he was nudging his nose around my ball sack, and sniffing me.

“Mmm, you smell incredible Devon,” he mumbled, never pulling his nose away. I watched as he moved his nose all around my sack, then even lower and…was that his nose touching the spot just below my nut sack? Another deep sniff, and he moaned, then moved back up. This time he moved up over my balls and sniffed the base of my cock.

The more Clay sniffed, the less careful he got about where his face and nose touched me. I felt his nose brush against the base of my cock just a bit, then he moved to the right side of it and pushed his nose down to my stomach. It was at that point that I felt something tickling my ball sack just below his nose. It was just for a few seconds while his nose was lying along side my throbbing cock, but I wasn’t sure what it was until he moved his nose to the other side and I felt it again, this time a bit more insistent and once again under his nose. It was his tongue, he was licking my balls!

I sucked in my breath as Clay used his tongue to roll my left testicle around. It was an odd feeling, not unpleasant but just different. I’ve yanked my stick probably a thousand times in my short life, but up to that moment on that comfortable couch, I hadn’t ever really paid too much attention to my balls. Then he tilted his head again and made a loud slurping sound, and all of a sudden my testicle was inside his mouth.

“Huuhh!” I cried out, and pushed myself up to see what he was doing to me. The sensation was incredibly arousing, and when I felt his tongue flicking from underneath, I nearly jumped out of my skin. There was a warm, wet pressure being applied as his lips closed over the loose skin and then he starting sucking. “Whoa!” I cried out as the pressure nearly became too much and turned to pain. The slightest bit of extra pressure or suction would have made me curl up into a ball of writhing pain, but he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. It was a bit nerve wracking for me though, because I didn’t know what his intentions were. I was so vulnerable right then, and it was worrisome.

Apparently Clay really did know what he was doing, because all of a sudden, he let my left testicle pop out of his mouth, and in one motion, he sucked up the right one. Now he was giving that one the same attention that he had given the first, and the feeling was indescribable. My cock was so swollen, it felt like the skin was going to split open, and as he sucked and slurped on my nuts, it bounced up and down, pointing its now purple head directly at me. My pee hole was open wider than I’ve ever seen it, and I chalked that up to just being so fully engorged with blood.

I wanted to cum so bad that I had trouble keeping my hands away from my cock. It was beckoning me to just wrap my hand around it and give it a few quick strokes. It wouldn’t take much at all, but I wanted to feel lips wrapped around it.

Finally Clay pulled away and let my now saliva coated balls drop back down. I hissed out a lung full of air as he stuck his tongue down into the crack of my ass and slowly licked upward, between my balls, to the base of my bouncing cock, then all the way up to the crown. That alone nearly sent my cream flying, but Clay wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot.

“Holy fuck!” I exclaimed as he lifted up and grinned at me.

“Having fun yet?” he asked.

“I ah…fuck yeah,” I muttered.

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Mm-hm, yes please,” I gasped.

He looked down at my cock, stuck his tongue out, and flicked the sensitive spot beneath the head a few times, making my pole dance around and sending me closer to the point of orgasm.

“You’re very close to orgasm, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes-s-s,” I hissed.

“Do you want me to finish you?”

I repeated myself, “Yes-s-s”

“How badly do you want me to finish you Devon?” He asked then stuck his tongue out and wiggled it very lightly on the head, making my cock jump and my hips rise up in an attempt to get more pressure.

“Very badly,” I moaned. I was delirious with need as he playfully moved back again.

“Badly enough to suck my cock?”

An icy chill went down my spine as I suddenly sobered up and looked him in the eyes. There was no way that I would be able to do that.

“I-I-I can’t,” I stuttered, “I’ve never-”

“I don’t think you’re ready to cum Devon,” Clay said, “We should hold off for a little while.” He made a move to get up and I lunged for him like a child lunging for his mother.

“No wait!” I shouted as I grabbed his arms. Then I realized what I had done and quickly let him go. “I’m sorry,” I said as he looked at me with clouded eyes.

“What do you want Devon?” he asked with a just a hint of anger in his voice.

I felt very small right then, like a child who had broken a window. “Please don’t stop,” I whispered, and motioned toward my painfully erect cock.

Clay sighed loudly and his face softened. “If you want me to finish you, you’ll have to agree to suck my cock also. All the other guys did.”

In all the stories I had heard about Clay, I had never heard that the guys reciprocated, they only said that Clay just loved to suck cock and he got off doing that. “But I…I don’t…I don’t know how,” I mumbled. “I’ve never…”

“There’s a first time for everything Devon, and I promise I won’t tell a soul about what happens here today,” Clay said. “So what’s it going to be Devon?”

I looked down at my cock which had actually lost a bit of its rigidness, and watched as a pearlescent drop of pre-cum formed on the slit and grew until it began to stretch and slide down the head. My mother had once told me not to let my “little head” think for me because it would always get me into trouble if I did. I remember shaking my head and rolling my eyes as if I was just too far above any of that ridiculousness. Surely I wouldn’t be led astray by my cock, I had far more self control than-

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

I heard the words in my ears, and the voice that said them sounded a whole lot like my own voice, but it couldn’t have been me that said them. Could it?

“Good choice Devon. I knew that you’d come around,” Clay said with knowing grin. “Now you’re not going to chicken out when your turn comes around are you? I’d hate to see you turn into a whiny little bitch when it’s time to pay the piper.”

“No sir. I won’t do that,” I said with conviction in my voice. Where I had come up with that I really can’t say, but it was there.

“That’s good, because I would hate to find out that you’re not a man of your word Devon.”

“You can trust me sir,” I said, sounding a bit like a soldier going on a mission in enemy territory for Christ sake. Looking back on it now, I see that he played me like Charlie Daniels plays a fiddle, and my “little head” did all the thinking for me.

Clay slid his hands slowly up the insides of my thighs until his fingertips slid into the gaps on either side of my balls, which had tightened up in my sack and pulled in close to my body. “Are you ready for the greatest orgasm of your life Devon?” He asked.

“Yes-s-s-s,” I hissed, my whole body trembling with desire and need.

“Put your feet up on the sofa and tilt your ass up a bit more,” Clay instructed.

At that point I would have gotten into any position that he wanted me in. I would have let him hang me upside-down by my ankles if he would have promised to finish me off. I did as he asked and felt more exposed then ever before.

“Get ready for the ultimate orgasm,” Clay said, then leaned down and pushed his tongue against my asshole.

“Wha- what are you- ohhh f-f-f-fuck,” I cried out as Clay insistently wormed his tongue into my anal cavity. It was unlike any sensation I’d ever felt before, and I was on the verge of tears from the agonizing pleasure that was shooting through my midsection. My cock was attempting to drain every last drop of blood from my body and was only restrained by the now angry purple skin that refused to stretch any more. I’ve never been one to brag about the size of my penis because I’ve seen plenty of larger ones in the school showers, but at that moment in time, I swear my cock was an inch longer than normal. The way I was sitting on that comfortable sofa was putting the tip of my cock just inches away from my own lips, and I truly believe that if I had tried to, I could have at least licked the pre-cum off the tip.

As good as the tongue in my asshole felt, it still wasn’t giving me the release that I was desperate for, as the longer Clay was spending tasting my darkest depths, the more desperate I became. I was so desperate, that the idea of sucking my own cock actually started to seem appealing. So appealing in fact that I could picture myself stretching my neck forward and opening my mouth. I could almost feel the helmet shaped head sliding between my lips and-

“Do you want me to do that, or are you going to take care of yourself?”

I looked up in surprise at a smiling Clay who had stopped tonguing my asshole and was now watching me as I was actually in the process of stretching my neck and opening my mouth. For the record, I never did touch my own cock with my mouth, but I still think I would have been able to reach, and would have if Clay hadn’t spoken.

“Oh ah,” I mumbled and quickly dropped my feet to the floor. If I hadn’t been so crazy with my need to cum, I would have been extremely embarrassed. I grabbed the base of my cock and tilted it toward Clay’s mouth. “Please,” I gasped and looked into his amused eyes.

Clay never took his eyes off mine, and I didn’t close mine either as he licked his lips, then slowly engulfed my throbbing fuck stick into his warm mouth. When his lips were half way down the shaft, he stopped his descent and held very still. There was no movement from his tongue, no sucking involved at all, just half my cock in his mouth. I was on the edge of the greatest, most intensely mind blowing orgasm ever, and he just stopped for what seemed like forever. I was expecting him to do something as I stared into his unblinking eyes for several seconds that seemed like days, but he didn’t move.

My cock needed just a tiny bit more stimulation to send me over the top, and I tried to get it by thrusting my hips up, but Clay must have been expecting that because his head moved with my thrust and nothing happened. Or at least I thought nothing happened, until I felt a strange pulse through my cock and the unmistakable feeling of fluid traveling up my urethra and out my slit. It was only one pulse, and only one drop of cum, as if my balls had become over filled and momentarily released the overflow valve to allow more room. There was no orgasm that accompanied that tiny release, but there was a feeling of relief, however slight it was.

I can’t say for sure how long Clay kept me in that position with my cock teetering on the edge of oblivion and my mind teetering on the edge of sanity. I’m sure it was no more than a few seconds total, but just when I was beginning to think that I was going to go bat shit crazy if I didn’t cum, Clay put his tongue in motion and mount Vesuvius erupted.

I’d like to say that I had plenty of past experience blowing my load to be able to explain what I was going through at that moment, but truth be told, all my other orgasms paled in comparison so much that I wondered if I truly had been having orgasms or just some minor pleasant feeling contractions that expelled semen. It was as if every other orgasm I’d had in the past was ripples in a pond from a drop of water, while this one was twenty foot swells from a hurricane. This was the greatest of all sensations magnified by one thousand and doubled. It was so consuming that my vision blurred and I started to think that Clay was some kind of homosexual vampire sucking my life away through my cock. I wouldn’t have even cared at that moment in time either, because if I had died right then and there, I would have died with a smile on my face.

Through it all, Clay never took his mouth away. I could feel pulse after pulse of semen flowing up my shaft and into his sucking mouth. He swallowed over and over again, moaning and slurping and sucking some more. At some point that I hadn’t even noticed, he had grasped the bottom of my shaft with his hand and was stroking and milking every last drop out of my balls. It felt like at least a dozen powerful spurts of cum had hosed the back of Clay’s throat, and just when I thought that he was going to come up for air and let go of my cock, he did the opposite and swallowed the entire length into his throat.

“Holy shhhh- shhhhh- shhhh- ssshit!” I babbled incoherently. My cock head had become super sensitive, and now it was lodged into the tight confines of Clay’s soft palate while his throat swallowed over and over, giving it a squeezing massage that was wigging me out. I was still erect, although not as erect as I had been before orgasm. My whole body was as tight as a piano string, as I wanted it to stop because it was too much, but I was silently begging for it to never stop because it felt so good. Then there was a new feeling and my hands became claws that nearly tore through the expensive leather of Clay’s imported sofa. He had wrapped a hand around my balls and was tugging them down.

That day, Clay truly proved himself to be a master cum collector. Not only did he give me the most mind blowing, extreme orgasm of my life, but when Clay tugged my nuts down and slurped upward with his lips while his tongue laved the underside of my cock, I became multi orgasmic, and shot a second load into his sucking maw. Now I can’t say that this second orgasm was as intense as the first; I don’t think my body could have held up to any more all consuming pleasure; but I did feel the usual enjoyable contractions, and I felt more semen travelling up my urethra. This time it was more of a trickle instead of a blast though.

I’d like to say that I was cool about what had just happened, that I just collapsed back on the sofa until I caught my breath, but that would be a lie. As Clay finally released my well used cock from his magical sucking mouth, I was a total wreck. Tears were streaming down my face and my whole body was quaking with tremors from leftover adrenaline. My cock didn’t look like my cock anymore, if that makes any sense at all. After cumming for a second time in mere minutes, it looked a bit like a slime covered pink slug. No longer was it standing tall and majestic with a swollen purple head.

Of course Clay looked none the worse as he stood up and licked his lips, while I was a quivering lump of useless muscles. Somehow I managed to raise my arm enough to wipe my eyes, and what do you know, I could see clearly again. Of course that just meant that I could see Clay lowering his pants and underwear, and the beast that jumped out of his chinos was truly terrifying.

“Well Devon, I guess we’ll find out if you truly are a man of your word or not,” Clay said as he wrapped his right hand around his half hard shaft.

Before my orgasm, when I was full of all those young man hormones, and my cock was still in charge, I could almost picture myself settling down between Clay’s legs and sucking his cock, as long as it meant he’d finish me first. I had rationalized it was not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, and something that I would never speak of again. But now that I had spent all of my energy, and had fired off all my hormone rockets, my big brain was back in the drivers seat. At that point I was in a different frame of mind, and the thought of putting something like that in my mouth was as disturbing as eating a big plate of dung beetles.

My eyes were big as saucers as I starred at the massive slab of man meat in front of me. What the hell was I doing here? “Uh, look man, I ah…” I stammered, wondering how I was going to get out of this now.

“It’s quite impressive isn’t it?” Clay said as he swung his erect cock back and forth mere inches from my face.

I wasn’t sure what to say, then my mouth just spoke of its own accord. “Yeah…it’s nice,” I said, then immediately wanted to kick myself. It’s nice? Why the hell had I said that? While I was mentally kicking myself, I didn’t even realize that Clay was smiling and moving toward me. Maybe I was hypnotized by the bulbous head floating in front of my eyes, or maybe I was just lost in a fog, but the next thing I remember was the spongy tip of his cock bumping up against my closed lips. I blinked and absentmindedly licked my lips, realizing too late that I had also licked the urethral slit of his cock. Was I really going to go through with this?

Clay slid his knee up onto the cushion, bringing his body right up close to mine and pushing the head of his stiff cock harder against my lips. It was at that moment that I noticed his musky smell, not at all unlike my own smell after a long day of labor. It was a smell that I had always secretly enjoyed and never really understood why. Now I was smelling it on another man and suddenly things didn’t seem quite as terrible as they had a few moments ago.

“You’re going to have to open your mouth,” Clay said, his words shaking me out of my stupor. He was slowly sliding the head of his cock back and forth on my lips, wetting them with his pre-cum.

I’ve got to say that I never would have believed that I would willingly open my mouth and allow a man’s cock inside, but that was just what I did. Clay wasn’t rough about it, and I submissively looked up into his piercing eyes as he slid his cock into my mouth. Even with my mouth wide open his shaft barely fit. For some reason I wasn’t the least bit scared at that point. It was as if I had just decided that it was going to happen, and he seemed harmless enough, so the trepidation I had felt earlier had all but evaporated.

The thing I remember most from the moment his cock slid in, was how warm and alive it felt. Although it was fully erect, the head felt much softer than I expected it to feel, and it seemed to fit nicely inside my mouth. I realized right away that having a dick in my mouth wasn’t nearly as horrible as I thought it was going to be. It took me a few seconds before I completely closed my lips over him, but once I did, I also molded my tongue to the underside.

A moan escaped from Clay when my whole mouth wrapped tightly around him, and that encouraged me to push onward. Now it was all about exploring the ridges and bumps with my tongue. I could feel his pulse thumping around my lips and his smell was intoxicating. Every few seconds I felt his manhood lurch as my tongue slid over a particularly sensitive spot.

At some point during my first blowjob, I brought my hands up and gripped his ballsack lightly. It was almost an unconscious move on my part as I was so into the strange feeling of having a cock in my mouth, that I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I felt his pubic hair tickling my hand. I spent a long time just feeling his balls through his scrotum, and it was obvious that Clay really enjoyed it. He kept grunting and moaning, and his cock seemed to somehow grow even larger in my mouth. I also could feel his piss slit leaking a copious amount of precum, something that seemed to have a slightly salty taste that didn’t bother me in the least.

I don’t know when it came to me that I was enjoying myself. Like I mentioned already, my mind was not really working like it normally did. But at some point during my first homosexual encounter, I realized that I liked sucking cock. Now don’t get me wrong here, I still think of myself as a heterosexual. I’m not turned on by men, I love boobs and pussy and female ass. Does one homosexual act in a lifetime make a person homosexual? I think not.

Anyway, I was just coming to the realization that I liked sucking Clay’s cock, when he puts his hands on both sides of my head and starts to thrust. Up to that point, I had only had a few inches of him in my mouth, but all of a sudden he’s pushing up against my gag reflex on each thrust forward. I also hear him moaning much louder and when I looked up at his face I saw that he was on his final approach, if you know what I mean.

I hadn’t planned on letting him cum in my mouth, but before I could push myself back and out of his grip, he yelled the words that I dreaded, “Oh fuck I’m cumming!”. My hands came up to his thighs and I tried to push back, but Clay was in control at that point, and he just moved forward until my head up against the back of the most comfortable sofa in the world. I felt the head of his thick cock push all the way to the back of my throat, momentarily cutting off my airway and causing me to retch. My eyes went blurry from tears that sprouted and I was certain that I was going to choke on the log that was filling my throat. Thankfully, Clay pulled back far enough so that my gag reflex wasn’t engaged, and that was when I felt the first dregs of his hot semen squirt into the back of my throat.

Clay let out another loud grunt and began to saw his tool in and out as more and more of his hot, sticky cum hosed down my tonsils. At that point I was just along for the ride and trying not to choke on the thick cream that was filling my mouth. My first reaction was to spit it out as quickly as I could, but with Clay’s swollen sausage still in my mouth, there was no way I could do that. Then, before I even had time to think about it, my throat worked involuntarily and I swallowed the slimy gunk. I felt it sliding down, coating my throat. It was hot and runny and the taste was rather horrid. I can only describe it as metallic and bitter, and not at all appetizing. Of course, after swallowing once, my throat just kept working on its own and I swallowed a half dozen times until the only thing left in my mouth was Clay’s softening penis and the aftertaste of his cum.

As he finally pulled back and out of my mouth, I gasped in a deep breath and coughed several times, spraying some cum spittle into the air. Meanwhile Clay stepped back and dropped into his chair to catch his breath.

“Whoa, that was very nice Devon,” Clay said. “A very impressive first time blowjob. A little bit of practice and guidance, and you’ll be as good as me.”

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and shivered at what he had said. Not because I was worried about doing it again, but because I was actually thinking that he might be right.

“Looking at your little friend there, I’d say that you enjoyed sucking as much as getting sucked,” Clay said and pointed to my waist. My eyes followed his and I gasped at the sight of my cock. It was rock hard again, pointing straight up at me. I may not have wanted to admit it, but the truth was staring back at me. Clay was right, I enjoyed sucking cock.

Clay leaned forward and rubbed the head of his slimy cock between his fingers, “You’ve really earned your money today Devon,” he began, “but the question is, will you be coming back?”

I thought about it for a few moments, but was there really anything to think about? Of course I would be coming back. I’d just had the most intense orgasms of my life, and discovered that I actually enjoyed sucking cock. Finally after careful consideration, I nodded and said, “If you’d like me to come back Clay, I’ll be back.”

He smiled a warm smile, then stood up and extended his hand to shake. As I stood and received his offered handshake, he said, “Of course I want you back Devon, you’re the only guy I’ve been able to convince to return the favor and suck my cock after I’ve done theirs.”

I was shocked and outraged at the same time. Pulling my hand back as if it burned I said, “What?” I gasped, my mind in a jumble thinking that he had lied to me. “I thought- I thought that- you said that all the other guys did it, that they sucked you.”

“Oh no Devon,” he said with a smug twinkle in his eye, “I said that all the other guys agreed to suck me off, I never said that they actually did suck me. You see Devon, you’re the only one who kept his word and returned the favor. All those other guys turned into whiny little bitches when I pulled my cock out. All of a sudden they were too chicken shit to keep their word. They all left with their tails between their legs, and not a one was ever invited back. You’re different Devon, because you didn’t run out of here like your mommy was calling you. You took my cock like a man, and you swallowed my whole load. It was quite impressive I might add.”

I looked down at the floor as the implications of what he was telling me sank in. I was the only one who had gone all the way. “You tricked me,” I mumbled.

“I told you what you wanted to hear Devon. I think that you needed that little push to get your mind in the right place. When you thought that you wasn’t the only guy who had returned the favor and sucked my cock, it helped you decide that it wouldn’t be so bad after all. I knew that you were scared shitless, but once you started, you seemed to enjoy it. Am I right?”

After a moment of thought, I slowly nodded. He was right on all those points. I don’t think I would have been able to make myself agree to suck him off if he had told me that none of the other guys did. I also couldn’t deny that I enjoyed sucking his cock. “You’re right,” I admitted.

“Good, and I’m sorry that I misled you Devon. I hope you don’t hate me for that.”

“I’ll get over it,” I said, “as soon as you pay me what we agreed on.”

Clay threw his head back and laughed loudly, then he nodded and reached for his discarded pants. “Of course,” he said, still chuckling as he pulled out the stack of bills, peeled off a hundred, and handed it to me. “You earned that money Clay, come back soon and there will be much more where that came from.”

I took the crisp bill in my hand and nodded, knowing that it was going to be one hell of a summer.