Paul is Now a Man Slut, with Jon and his partner, Michael - fantasy - Part 4

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, “Is this the man slut you mentioned? He looked delicious.”

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

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.”

We agreed to nothing painful, just good man passion. I took another scotch and the two men descended on me, removing my robe and exploring my body completely with their hands and mouths, soft kisses. I thought, “This wasn’t bad.”

I have had no group experience, but I went with the flow and vibe. The two men removed their black robes, and I reached for their cocks. I was stroking them with both hands, and they, in turn, were stroking mine, together. Two hands caressing and feeling my cock and feeling theirs; this was amazing.

Michael, being older, took longer to gain a full erection, not the case for Jon. Once Michael was hard, they had me get on my knees, and I began to kiss and lick each of their beautiful cocks. A week ago, I was not turned on by seeing an erect cock, now this filled my fantasies and reality. Both were smooth, with no pubic hair and decent size and girth, similar to mine.

I was slow and seductive, licking down one of their cocks, licking up on the other man’s shaft. The two of them were kissing passionately, their hands caressing each other’s bodies, as I took care of their cocks. I felt this was a beautiful scene, and I realized I was just an instrument in their passion, like a dildo or a porn video.

I took each of their hard cocks in my mouth, one at a time, giving them equal time. Michael told me to try putting both of their cocks in my mouth together. I followed his instructions and managed to get both their cockheads in, but not much else.

I ran my tongue over the two smooth, hard cockheads, eliciting moans from both men. Michael commented, “Damn, not bad for a beginner.”

My mouth got tired, being stretched, so I returned to servicing them one of the other.

I thought this would continue, but Jon moved away, leaving me with Michael’s cock. Jon was getting a heavy blanket and putting it on the floor near their enormous king-size bed. Then he directed me to move to the blanket and get on all fours.

I got a sense of what was coming next, and I was getting nervous. Jon said, “Relax, just let go and be the man-slut that you are.”

I tried, then I felt Jon caressing my balls and caressing my ass. This felt amazing, and I slowly let go; whatever was happening, let it.

Michael got below me and licked and sucked my cock, awkward but effective. My mind was totally blown; I was a submissive slut.

I felt fingers probing my anus, and it surprised me how pleasurable this was. I sensed it could be when my doctor slid his finger in it. I hated this part of the exam, but it felt amazing, especially while he caressed and fondled my balls. Then I felt my anus being covered with a lubricant, not dissimilar to what happened before the doctor put his finger in my anus. I guess doctors get used to this, but I am sure they all laughed nervously when they received their training. Maybe next time, I will ask my doctor to fondle my balls at the same time. Ha!

Then I felt Jon’s cockhead touch my anus, and his hands moved to my hips. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I was about to be fucking by a man. Jon called it lovemaking; either way, it was happening.

I thought about the two women I dated who loved anal sex. My wife thought this was disgusting, as did most others (at least that is what they said). The two women, one while I was in college and the other a lady I met on a business trip, were my only black interracial experiences. They were not so much into oral sex but loved having my cock up their ass. I was caught up with fucking a black woman, so I did this act for them. But I didn’t enjoy it, preferring to have a mouth around my cock. Yet, here I was just like these two women, with a cock slowly moving up my anus.

I felt the pressure, but it didn’t hurt. I felt Jon’s cock moving up, a real prostate exam. He went all the way in, and I felt his balls on my ass. He was now leaning over, holding my shoulders. He started back out, then just at the opening, he pushed back in, increasing his cadence.

Jon was beginning to moan, and I remember how this felt with the black women, how tight they were on my cock. Not like a pussy, except if she is very small and tight.

Jon whispered, between moans, “Do you like this my man-slut? Do you like being made love to by another man?”

Then he said, “Come join the fun, Michael, fuck his mouth. “

Michael responded, “I love you, Jon.”

Hmmm, glad I could be helpful to your marriage, as his semi-hard cock entered my mouth.

I never got into ‘69’, as I wanted to feel her sucking my cock, or concentrate on her pussy. I learned early that licking pussy, really using my tongue, would be rewarded with a good blow job and/or a good fuck. This was like ‘69’, as I was experiencing different pleasures, from different sources, at the same time. I didn’t know how to react, especially when Jon probed deep in my anus at the same time Michael was running his tongue over my sensitive cockhead.

The only thing missing was someone serving my cock, which just dangled underneath me, hard but feeling lonely. I couldn’t even use my hand to keep it entertained. I imagined a group of three men with me as their fuck toy. This would work.

Just as I thought this, I felt Jon’s cadence was increasing, as his balls slapped my ass. His grunts and loud moans indicated he was nearing climax. Likewise, Michael seemed to get turned on even more by Jon’s thrust and sounds. I felt Jon’s body stiffening, and then Michael’s, and they both climaxed nearly at the same time.

I didn’t feel any of Jon’s come in my anus, so I assumed he was protected. I didn’t think of this, but it was a small relief. I tasted Michael’s semen, which was more of a trickle. Yet, it was tasty and sweet.

Michael withdrew, his cock now soft. I felt pressure on my body, and ended up lying on my stomach, with Jon still deep inside me. I felt Jon kissing my neck and saying, “Quite nice, Mr. Bisexual man slut. You will be a fabulous fuck toy for Michael and me.”

It was an odd feeling to feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. When Jon slowly extracted his cock, he leaned over and gave my anus a soft kiss. Then, Michael leaned over, and the two of them fell back on the bed, cuddling and kissing.

I lay on my stomach, watching the two lovers kiss and cuddle, and thought that now I was the unneeded toy or tool. I used this opportunity to roll on my side, watching the two of them, and stroked my cock. I wondered about my reward, but either way, I wanted to climax.

Jon slowly extracted himself and slid over, taking my cock and saying, “We didn’t forget you, our cock slut.”

I rolled on my back and got the best blow job from Jon and Michael, slow and passionate and quite loving. I heard Michael say, “I love you, Paul.”

I climaxed harder than ever, with both men licking and taking my seed. Then we all collapsed and cuddled and kissed. Jon whispered, “Did you absolutely love this? It will be even better next time.”

He added, “Paul, man slut. Our man slut!”