I am Paul, and now i am a cock slut - a fantasy - Part III

My head was spinning, and the taste of Jon’s slightly tart seed was lingering in my mouth. It was a lot to think about, being a committed heterosexual man and now, 2 hours later, a bisexual one.

It amazed me how quickly we went from hello in the gym to his bedroom. I thought about the one time I experienced this with a woman. It was weeks before my marriage, and I was out with a friend drinking. We started to talk with these two ladies, both married, like my friend. Eventually, we said good night and walked to our cars. The ladies followed us and asked, “Did we have to rush home?” We were both drunk, and we wound up in our respective backseats having the most incredible sex. Then they disappeared into the night.

Then my mind drifted to something Jon said: “We will enjoy having you as our cock slave.” We? Our?

I was brought back to reality when Jon offered me more scotch. The liquid felt good, yet I could still smell and taste Jon’s sperm. And I didn’t mind it; in fact, I found the submission exciting. The scotch helped, and my overacting brain stopped its spinning when Jon said, “A good cock slut deserves a reward.”

He had me lie on my back with my head propped up, so I could watch the erotic action.

He said, in a soft voice, “Relax and let me show you how good cock sucking can be.”

He leaned in for another passionate kiss and then drifted to my semi-hard cock. His motion was slow, as he gently stroked my shaft, and with his other hand, gently fondled my balls.
While his soft hands worked my shaft and balls, his wet tongue licked my cockhead. Soft, gentle licks, which made my cock instantly erect. He moaned, and I think he said, “Love it when it grows, nice.”

I instinctively reached for his head, but he once again told me to relax, “I’m still in charge slut, this is your reward.”

I was totally submissive, which was unnatural for me when having my cock serviced. I am used to controlling the women on my cock. Yet, Jon’s motion was amazing, and I could tell I would not have to be vocal, not that he would let me.
He licked up my shaft, over my balls and back up until he was once again swirling his lips over my engorged cockhead. Waves of pleasure ran through my body as I watched him slowly take my cock into his mouth. How I would like to grip his head and force him deep, but instead I gripped the backboard.

He took my shaft deep in his mouth; the only difference is that he didn’t gag. Then he slowly slid my cock out, closing his lips tight on my cockhead. Once again, deep and then back out. I started to feel at ease as his submissive slut, fully enjoying this slow and seductive pleasure. So far, this was quite a reward.

His cadence picked up, building up the passion, and I found I was moaning, my eyes closed as if on a roller coaster. I opened my eyes and saw my cock head being licked, then disappear into his mouth.

He was groping my balls and then teasing my anus. I could not help it; my hands once again reached for his head, and at once, I feared he would get angry. But this time, he allowed it, and I began to fuck his mouth hard. I knew better not to get verbal, since I figured I was his slut.

I felt a familiar twinge just below my cockhead and knew it wouldn’t be long. I slammed his throat and was amazed he didn’t gag. Nearly all the women who have been on my cock, gag, and I am so demonically turned on by this. But Jon took my cock deep without any issues.

It felt like I was falling off the edge of a cliff when I climaxed, hard and to a small degree painful. I ejaculated harder, harder than I have ever experienced. He forced his mouth, so my cockhead was locked in his lips. I released his head and grabbed the backboard as I “seed” poured in his mouth, his tongue swirling over my cockhead.

I sensed that he didn’t swallow; instead, he seemed to be savoring my hot, gooey cum. He was moaning, seemingly enjoying the taste, while working to get every drop out of my balls.

Then he did something I never saw in person. He withdrew and opened his mouth so I could see the white goo all over his tongue. Then he swallowed it in one gulp.

He kissed my softening cock and then moved in and kissed me, tasting my own cum. Then we cuddled, and he held me. He whispered, “Well, Paul, did you enjoy your first man-to-man experience?”

If he had told me ahead of time what we would be doing, I might not have gone through with it. I was just hoping for a blowjob, and yet the passion and even my reversed role, it seemed natural. Of course, it helped that I received, by far, the best blowjob of my life.

I simply said, “Yes, sir.”

“Sir?” I was his submissive slut.

I thought of the few ladies who enjoyed sucking my cock, especially Janey. She was a total cock slut. I’d pull her hair while she sucked my cock, and it seemed to make her hotter. I was verbal with her, calling her a “dirty slut” and other demeaning words, and she loved it. And I thought of the ladies who sucked me as a chore. One married lady was sucking me in my car and told me she would “do it” but I had to promise I would not come in her mouth. Gawd, I loved coming in her mouth, and she was not happy.

I had been resting when Jon woke me and told me I should be going home to my dear wife.

He offered to shower with me, but I realized I would just get home before her, and besides, my mood was changing. I was lying in bed with a naked man, and doubts crept in.

Over the next few days, I questioned myself and tried to fantasize about my neighbor's wife, whom I was talking with at a pool party. Yet, I found my dreams changed, and Jon’s cock was in my mouth or even in my anus, making love.

It was over a week, and I had not heard from Jon, nor had I seen him at the gym. Maybe I was not who he was seeking. My goodness, was I sad about being rejected by a gay man? Seriously?

Then I got a text message from Jon, who wanted to see it again. We arranged the following day, and I was so happy. I was happy about being in bed with another man. Amazing.

I resisted the urge to masturbate and could not focus on anything. My wife knew I was going to the gym, and she would be out all day visiting her sister.

When I got to Jon’s house, he greeted me in his black robe. He then handed me a silky black robe and told me to change. I felt kind of sexy in the robe as I walked into his living room. We embraced and kissed, and this time, it seemed so right, yet I was still incredibly nervous.

He handed me a Scotch, and after gulping it down, I sipped the second glass offered and this helped my nerves. Once again, we kissed, and his hands went into the robe and caressed my body and then my cock. I followed his lead when I heard a noise coming from the bedroom.

His partner, Michael, who he had mentioned was sexless like my wife, appeared wearing the same robe. I was frozen as he looked me over and introduced himself. He was similar in size and older, and his robe was open.

He said to Jon, “This is the man slut you mentioned, he looked delicious.”

Jon said to me, “You can leave if you don’t want this, but if you stay, you will be our slut.”

I felt this sense of excitement, fear, and a deepening submission. I swallowed the rest of the scotch and said, “I am your slut, Sirs.”
And I meant it...