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The Rest Stop (full story)

About ten years ago (I was 55 y/o), I was driving from Maine to Rhode Island. Coming into New Hampshire there is a Rest Stop with a men's room and a coffee shoppe. I stopped in and as I was walking to the door I noticed a guy walking a little ahead of me. He had an incredible ass and beefy leg muscles that always gets me wondering. I wanted to get a look at his face and hopefully be able to catch a peek at his crotch. Sometimes I can see the outline of a man’s cock hanging down and even make out the shape and size of his cock’s crown. When I reached the door, the guy (40 or 45 y/o), opened the door and held it for me. I felt like a woman. I was milling around inside trying to catch a peek of his crotch but it didn’t work. So I went to piss.

I no sooner got to the urinal when he came in and stood at the urinal right next to me. I have a tiny dick and I was very good at hiding my shame. So I stood close to the urinal. He stood back four or five inches. I could see the palm of his hand holding up his cock and there must have been another two or three inches hanging down. He started pissing and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. As I tried to watch out of the corner of my eye he said, “WHAT? Do you like it or something?” I thought I was in trouble. He caught me looking. So I said, “No. I was just wondering.”

He asked, “Wondering about WHAT?” He sounded angry at me. I had no choice. I had to confess that I had a tiny dick and I always wonder what it would feel like to have a big, thick cock. He told me to show him what I got, so I backed up. He chuckled at me and called it a “button!” I washed my hands and as I was leaving I heard him say, “See ya button boy.”

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I went to get a coffee and saw him walking out. As I walked to my car I noticed a pick up truck moving slowly and following me. It was the same guy. He moved his pick up truck next to my driver’s side door and looked at me standing. His truck was high and all I could see was his face and neck. It was awesome. He tried making small talk and asking questions like, “Where are coming from and headed to?” I was so stimulated by him that I was quivering. He thought I was shivering and said, “Why don’t you get in. It’s warmer in here.” So I went around his truck and had to use the step to climb in.

I closed the door and looked over at him. He had his belt unbuckled and his cock and balls were exposed. He asked, “Still wondering?” I was wondering and said, “Yeah. Kind of.” He asked if I had ever touched a big cock before? I confessed and told him that growing up a lot of high school guys in my neighborhood use to make me give them blow jobs. Lots of those guys had big cocks. Mine is tiny. When I jerk off I had to use only two fingers and my thumb. Those guys were much bigger and I could use my full hand and there was more left over. The guy waved his soft cock a few times and when I looked at it he asked, “You want to touch it?” I was afraid to make the first move, so he grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on his shaft. His cock was warm and his body heat felt comforting to me. I wrapped my fingers around it just to feel its strength and what it would be like to have one like his.

He wanted me to tell him about giving blow jobs to guys. I told him it was a long time ago and I forgot what a big cock feels like and tastes like. It didn’t take him long to place his hand behind my head and guide my mouth to his cock. I gave him a blow job.

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The guy flipped one leg over my head and put his foot on the headrest behind me. He leaned back on his door and stretched out his other leg. At first he was moaning. He flinched every time my lips hit the rim of his cock. He was sensitive there. Half way through he took my hand off of the base of his cock and said, “No more hands. You said you wanted to give me a blow job. Not a hand job.” So I slid my hands under his ass cheeks and I could feel his ass muscles. They would tighten every time his cock flinched. It made me want to cum off so badly. When he reached climax he started complimenting me and encouraging me to, “Keep going. You are going to get it. That’s it. Good. Good.” His cum started gushing and I swallowed as he was cumming off. When he finished, I went to lean up but he held me down. Telling me to “Keep wondering for a few minutes.” I held him in tightly and sucked gently until he was soft and empty.

As I sat up he noticed that my pants were very wet. I had cum off as his ass muscles tightened during his climax. I couldn’t help it. So he told me, “You are more of a sissy girl than you think. Only women can cum off when sucking a cock.” As I was getting out of his truck he said, “No wonder they all wanted you.” and he handed me his email address. “Drop me a message next time you are wondering”, and he called me “Wonder boy.” I heard him chuckle as I closed the door. _____________

Two weeks later my heart almost stopped beating and my stomach went into immediate spasms when I saw him standing at the counter talking to my wife. He told me he lived in Connecticut. When I left him in the rest area I made sure to save his email address. I wanted to thank him. Which I did as soon as I got home that night.

He started writing back a lot and picking my brain for more information about my giving blow jobs. It is a topic I like talking about because I spent my entire life not saying a word about it to anyone. Never. Now it is the only thing I want to talk about because it stimulates me into these powerful orgasms.

I did tell him once in an email that my reason for traveling to Maine was to drop off and pick up some industrial drilling bits. My wife owns an industrial cutting company. When a water main breaks in several towns they call her to get a crew to cut the roads for the backhoe. She has six very big and very strong men working for her. These guys are not light weights.

I have a thirty-two inch waist and I’m sure all six of those men are at least a forty-five inch waist. They are not fat in any way. I have often seen them working with no shirts on. They are all solid and muscular. I can’t really let my eyes drift over their bodies because they would get pissed and I would get punched hard. I know that because I have heard them talking about stuff like that.

They run jack hammers and the giant drills that drill into ledges for blasting. The drill bits are very expensive and no one throws them away. After many hours of drilling rocks they get dull and need to be rebuilt. They are diamond based. So when three or four are dull I deliver them to a shop in Maine and pick up the batch I left last trip.

I remembered telling him all this, but I never told him my wife owns the company or that she works there. I didn’t even tell him the company name. So, how did he know? And, what did he want? I was wondering again.

As I walked past him and by my wife, I noticed she had turned her office chair to face him. Her body was in full view. I noticed she was sitting sort of side saddle and resting lushly on her left elbow. She never does that.

As soon as I got to the desk next to hers she introduced me to him. His name was Brad and he was a contractor from Connecticut. He was asking about the company services. He builds subdivisions and every foundation needs concrete cutting for sewer lines.

How was I supposed to know that?

My wife asked me to show him the equipment the men use. She put an accent on the word, “men”. Like not “me.” She often teased me about my small status. Both my tiny body and tiny dick. I know she loves me and she would never hurt me. It's just that she likes teasing me and having fun with me. I think she knows I like it too.

So I went to the shop and out into the yard where the “men” keep the equipment. I couldn’t help but ask him what he was doing there? I asked him if he knew I would be there?

He reached into his pants pocket and took out a business card. It fell out of my pocket when I was bending over and he was bobbing my head up and down his shaft. Said he found it the next morning, and since he was in the area that day, he decided to come looking for me.

I always loved it when the high school guys came looking for me. That meant they needed me to go with them. They needed me to kneel in some place and relieve their painful agony between their legs. They always picked the places and it was always in secret.

As we toured the yard looking at the equipment he spotted a few of the men who work there. He kept telling me to look at one after the other and tell him if I like to look at them? He asked questions like, “Do you think that guy has a big cock like mine? Do you dream of giving him a blow job?” Brad was driving me crazy. My dick was getting hard and if he didn’t stop the guys would be sure to spot my little bulge.

I had to cut the tour short because he wasn’t slowing down. The second we got back to the office my wife got excited. She was enthralled by him. As they talked I tried to get involved in the conversation but she had a way of cutting me off. She wanted his attention. It was obvious she liked him. She doesn’t treat most men like that. Brad had a magic about him. He knew how to move with a woman. His body was drop dead gorgeous and he knew it. He used it to his advantage. He was using it with my wife. Right in front of me. And she seemed to like it. It was subtle, but I’m sure he was seducing her. Leading her on.

I have never experienced anything like it. I had no point of reference. I didn’t know what to say. My wife is as physically strong and thick skinned as the six guys working for her. I couldn’t stand up to her. So I sat and watched them talk and joke. Brad had her laughing. He was wrapping her around his finger and she was letting him. She never does that with me.

After the longest time my wife turned to me and told me that Brad was building a development about forty-five miles from the shop. She wanted me to go draft a work order. Brad was her new account.

I couldn’t get him out of there fast enough. I asked for the address but he wouldn’t give it to me. He insisted on driving and assured me he would drive me back after the work order was done. I didn’t want to argue with him. Not after what happened in the Rest Area. If he ever told my wife what I needed to do to him and he let me, I would be in so much trouble. She wouldn’t leave me or throw me out. No. She would make me stay and she would torture me.

I grabbed the clipboard and work order forms and we left in his truck.

“Having flashbacks, Wonder Boy?” was his first question.

“Yeah. How can I not?” I answered.

“I figured. You give good blow jobs. I’m not into guys giving me blow jobs but you know how to suck like a woman?”

“Thanks.” I said it. I don’t know why I said it. The word just fell out of my mouth. I mean, here I am thanking Brad for letting me give him a blow job. He should be thanking me.

Along the way, Brad kept talking and asking me questions. I told him the woman he was talking to at the shop was my wife. She owns the business. Every so often I would say something that made him flinch and he would adjust his cock as he drove. Every time he touched himself my dick would flinch. I saw it happening in his body and I suspected he could see my body reactions to him. The drive was stimulating.

At the job site he showed me the condo development. He was building twelve structures with six condos in each one. It was a big job. Every condo needed foundation drilling for water and sewer lines.

Brad chose the building that his sheetrock crew was working in. There must have been twenty-five men upstairs building the walls. They were talking loudly and cracking all kinds of dirty jokes. In the basement, I was kneeling in the corner of the foundation measuring for the spot that would need drilling. Brad stood behind me and he used his chest and legs to pin me to a wall. He unbuckled his jeans and dropped his pants a bit. Half of his ass was exposed and his cock and balls hung out in the open. With twenty-five guys right upstairs he wanted me to give him another blow job.

His cock was hanging over his sac between his two balls. They seemed to adorn his manhood. The color of his shaft was a hypnotic pink with a passionate royal red crown. He wore a circumcised cock like a commando. I don’t know why, but for the first time since we met I found myself thinking how much I loved his cock. Maybe it was his personality combined with his rugged body and his looks. I don’t know. I fell in love with his body and I wanted him to know how much I needed what he can do with his cock.

As I started telling him so, he slid his cock into my mouth and he read my thoughts like a book. As I began to massage his cock with my tongue, he finished telling me what I was trying to tell him. He already knew me like I was the back of his hand.

My hands wrapped right around his hips and I hugged his ass. That is the part of his body that most lures me in. I can’t resist a man with an ass like his.

Brad inflated rather quickly and I felt his cum filling his shaft. It is so exciting to me when a man’s cock starts to fill. The anticipation makes me quiver. Brad felt it and he used both hands to hold my head still as he began to fuck my face. Further and further he pressed his cock. It was pressed against the back of my throat and he kept pushing my head down a little further. He wanted my throat. He didn’t just want to face fuck me. He was after a throat fuck.

I didn’t want to disappoint him but I kept gagging. So finally he just jammed it down. He was deep in and I felt his crown moving up and down. My throat was making these awful guttural sounds I had never heard. It didn’t hurt being down deep like that. I was just afraid I wouldn’t be able to breath. Or I would suddenly vomit and he would lose the moment. But Brad did not care. He was in pain and he needed to cum off badly.

Best of all was the way he started encouraging me and congratulating me. He called me so many dirty and slutty names I couldn’t remember them all. His favorite was calling me his “cum slut” and that I do a good job “guzzling his cum”.

Just before he released his cum, Brad slid out of my mouth, He grabbed the base of his cock and jerked himself. His cum splashed out all over my face. It was dripping down my face when he told me to catch it. I cupped my hands under my chin and pools of warm cum sat waiting for his instructions.

With his cock still hard, Brad had me stand and he unbuckled my pants. He stretched my underpants open and wanted me to pour some cum on my dick. It was already hard and wet with my precum. I let one hand drool a good amount of cum onto my dick. When the warmth hit me, I began to squirt shots of cum into my underpants. I was soaking wet. Brad let go of the elastic and the band snapped on my stomach. It hurt, but he didn’t care.

With the other hand full of his cum he wanted me to rub all over my face. I resisted because I had never done that before. Again, with sternness in his eyes, Brad grabbed my wrist and he smashed it onto my face. He rubbed it all over the place and I felt his cum dripping onto my shirt.

As I tried to figure out what to do about this new situation, he lifted my face and wanted my tongue. I opened my mouth and he slowly slid his hand from the base of his cock to the crown. A final wade of warm cum rested on my tongue and the salty sensation began to tingle.

Brad saw me reaching in my back pocket for my handkerchief. He stopped me, saying, “Don’t wipe it off. Wear it.” So I kept rubbing it in like a woman puts on facial cream. There was no mirror and I didn’t know what I looked like. That’s when Brad took me upstairs. He had to meet with his foreman and had me wait with the guys inside the condo. They all looked at me funny. I could sense they were wondering if I was Brad’s new little chicken.

One guy saw the wet spot on my dick and let out a little laugh. It was condescending. I wondered how Brad could just leave me there with these animals. These guys were like the six guys working for my wife. They are from the same mold. When I heard the guy chuckle at me I felt a different reaction inside my body. I sort of liked the idea that he knew the wet spot was Brad’s cum. I thought of the dried cum on my face for all to see and it felt even better. Even Brad’s indifference to my feelings felt awesome. It was like he owned me and he wanted me to do whatever he wanted. He certainly was making his way to that end. Oddly enough, I wanted to go to that place with Brad.

The guy who laughed walked over to a small group of workers and he started working with them. I watched from a distance and they were laughing a lot. He came back to where I was waiting and asked me to give him a hand for a minute. So I followed him down to the basement. He was hispanic and his short thick legs were hooking into me. His ass was just as nice as Brad’s. In the basement, he pointed to the wet spot and asked if it was cum. I confessed it was cum. He took out his cock and had me kneeling. He too wanted a blow job. There was no doubt left in my mind. Brad had no secrets with these guys. He shot his cum in my mouth and watched as I swallowed him.

Back upstairs he returned to work as if nothing happened. Then another guy came over asking me to follow him. He wanted to show me something. I found myself kneeling for a second worker. The same happened with the third. When he finished he told me I should just stay right downstairs. One came after the other. I lost count but I heard Brad’s voice upstairs as the last guy finished.

I wondered how much cum does it take before a person like me feels sick. I wasn’t sick of giving blow jobs. That was for sure. I stayed hard with each cock. So I returned with the last guy and everyone was looking at me. They seemed to like me. They were all smiling.

Brad said goodbye to them and we left for home. I dreaded the ride home. I had no idea what he might want next. It was getting dark outside and no one could see inside his truck. Brad wanted me to unbuckle my pants and lay down on the seat with my head on his lap. I had to bend my knees and lay there in the fetal position. Like a little boy. As he drove he slid his hand into my pants. His fingers came to rest on my ass and he rubbed me a bit.

After a few minutes he pressed his middle finger between my legs from behind. I had to spread my legs to allow him in there. He took his middle finger and rested it on my butt hole. Slowly he massaged it and he drove me crazy. What was he doing? He never talked about slutty things nor the fact that his finger was upon my sacred body spot. That was mine. Not his. But he rubbed up and down.

Half way home he stopped at a convenience store to take a piss. “I should have you come hold it for me.” he said.

“Haha.” I snickered.

I looked at the seat and spotted his cellphone. I couldn’t resist. I went to look at who he had called or sent a text to last. When I opened the phone I spotted his camera was the last thing he used. I almost dropped dead when I saw a pic of me kneeling and giving the last guy a blow job. Brad must have been looking at me through the window. I scrolled back one pic and there was another guy with his big thick cock in my mouth. My eyes were closed and my face showed how much I loved giving blow jobs. Brad had taken a pic of all the men with their cocks in my mouth. He led me right into that situation. I was r*ped. Once he got back in the truck he wanted to rub my ass some more. I don’t know why I didn’t object.

Nearing our exit, Brad slid his hand out and wanted me to suck his finger clean. He pressed his finger in my mouth and told me to suck it. I could taste my crap on his finger. That made my stomach sick. The cum I swallowed that day didn’t turn my stomach but my crap did. I didn’t like that and I was sure to give him enough signals to know. But he didn’t care. He shoved his finger in further until I was choking.

I stopped complaining.

When we got to the shop everyone had gone home. I called my wife to tell her we were back and she insisted Brad join us for dinner. She had prepared a meal. So I told Brad and he accepted the invitation. I wondered, how long is this day going last? I couldn’t get rid of him.

When we got to the house, my wife was more excited to see Brad than she was to see me. I felt invisible. Like the dried cum on my face wasn’t noticeable. No one spotted it at the condo and my wife didn’t see it either. Before dinner, Brad asked to use the bathroom. I took him downstairs to my den where I have a guest bathroom. There, in the bathroom, he made me watch as his big cock gushed a bladder full of piss into the bowl.

I went to wash my face, but he said, “No. Not yet. Wear it for your wife.”

It was the most humiliating, degrading thing I was ever made to do. And yet, I wanted more of it. The emotions were too intense to deny. He was a mad man and he had me in his crosshairs. I was his target. He was a marksman.

The only mistake I made that day was to believe Brad was hunting for me. I thought he came looking for me. He wasn’t. He already captured me. He was hunting for my wife.

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Brad drank beer and he ate like a gorilla. He didn’t only have a huge cock, but he also had a huge appetite. I wondered if he had a huge ego as well. I was certainly suspecting he did.

The one conversation my wife is most comfortable with is when she talks about business. She likes to brag about her business and the hardships of owning a small business. Brad kept up with her story for story. They talked about employees, paying taxes, insurance rates and so on. Everything was normal except for the dried cum on my face. I didn’t speak much, mostly listened. It felt safer that way.

What didn’t feel normal was after dinner. My wife invited him to the living room for one more beer before he had to leave. Of course he agreed. As I made my wife a drink and got a beer for Brad, I heard them talking softly. I wondered what he could be telling her. My wife listened to him intensely and a few times let out a quick giggle.

They sat on the sofa together. They were not exactly on top of each other but there was not a lot of room between the two. My wife sat sideways so she could get a better look at Brad as he spoke. I sat in the easy chair. After a few minutes, my wife asked me to go clean the kitchen and wash the dishes. She wasn’t “telling” me to go, nor was she “suggesting” I go. She said, “Hon, do me a favor? Go clean the kitchen and dishes for me?”

I saw a look in Brad’s eyes as he waited for me to respond to my wife. My blood ran cold and I didn’t know what to do. So I went into the kitchen and they continued a soft spoken and serious conversation. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but it sounded like my wife was asking him questions and he was answering her.

It wasn’t until I was almost finished with the dishes that I realized my dick was rock hard again. It was busting in my pants and obviously needed to be hidden. So I took my shirt out from my belt and let it hang down in front of my crotch so they wouldn’t see. I came back to the living room and Brad asked for one more beer. I got it for him and when I handed it to him my wife said, “Hun, pull up your shirt.”

This time it wasn’t a question. I looked at her hoping she changed her mind, but she didn’t. She looked into my eyes and seriously said, “Pull up your shirt.”

In a torrent of shame I lifted my shirt slowly. I was so mad at my dick because it wouldn’t get soft. It was obvious I had a lot of precum wetness that bled through my pants and I was still excited. My wife looked back at Brad with astonishment. Brad shrugged his shoulders and finished his beer.

His goodbye came quickly after that as he had a long drive home. Generally when we have company, if it’s a male, I walk him to the door as he leaves. This time my wife jumped up and wanted to walk Brad to the door.

Brad backed out of the driveway and my wife wanted to shower. So I sat in the living room trying to watch Television but couldn’t focus on any show. I was absorbed in the day’s events. My head was spinning out of control. I had his dried cum on my face and no one could see it. Brad and my wife had sat here having an intimate conversation that I was not privy to. I was praying he didn’t tell her about the blow jobs.

My wife came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She had a second towel drying her hair and she stood before me. She asked, “Is everything alright with you sexually?”

I said, “What? What does that mean? Of course I’m alright.”

I didn’t want to sound a bit edgy but I was and my tone indicated my nervousness.

She sat down next to me and held my hand. She went on to tell me that she just wanted to make sure I am not hurting inside and not telling anyone. So I asked her, “Is that what you and Brad were talking about tonight?”

“I am only thinking about your stiff dick and the wetness in your pants.” she said.

I knew she meant what she just said to me. She loved me and she was concerned. But, how can I ever tell her the emotions racing through my body. She will never understand. But the feelings won't stop. They never go away. I have lived my entire life hiding my feelings. Faking my way through life. Now, all of a sudden, they seem to be exposed. She may not have seen dried cum on my face, but she was indicating she could see an agonizing pain in my life.

Brad had exposed me to her.

And worse still, he left me there, holding the bag.

I needed his help to talk to her, but he was gone.

My wife went back into the bathroom and finished drying and she dressed for bed. I went to the guest bathroom to shave and shower. I couldn’t help myself, I had to jerk off. It didn’t take long. I had an amazing orgasm.

Embarrassed and ashamed I hung my head. I should have given her my passion. I reminded myself, that is what marriage is all about, right? I knew I was right and I knew something was wrong. Not with my marriage, but with my sex drive. Something was happening, something was different. Something was progressing.

Before going to bed I always set up the coffee pot for the morning. As I tiptoed around the kitchen I heard my wife talking on the phone. She always talks to her girlfriends on the phone every night. They catch up on the day. They love talking on the phone. Nothing seemed strange until I heard her say, “Thanks Brad. Goodnight.”

My stomach went into spasms. I never felt anything like this. The realization that she was talking to Brad on the phone and she thanked him, was more than I could process. Without knowing, my dick was hard again and I wanted to go back downstairs and jerk off. I did. I couldn’t stop the impulse.

In bed that night I laid with my back to her and curled up in the fetal position. She leaned into me. She kissed my back and shoulders saying, “Never doubt that I love you. You are mine. I’ll never leave you and I’ll never let you leave me. Do you believe me?”

I whispered, “Yes.”

She kissed my neck and we both fell asleep.

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The next morning was torture. I was having flashbacks, not of what Brad did, but of my childhood. I woke up at four-thirty. Early by my standards. Generally I get up at seven. But I couldn’t sleep well and at four-thirty I couldn’t go back to sleep.

When my eyes opened I was already remembering how I started. I had a raging hard dick. Hank and John were two high school guys who hung around on the corner of the main road and Angus streets. All the side streets were on the right side of the road and the left side was all forests leading to the Interstate highway.

The high school guys loved to harass us younger kids. They did it all the time. It was fun when they chased us and we got away. When we didn’t get away they did things like take us into the forests. They said we were their prisoners. In the forests they would strip our clothes off and leave us to walk around naked. They had a blast when doing that to us. Most times as we begged them for our clothes, they ignored us. Like we were not even present.

I delivered newspapers and was alone every evening. My route went up and down four side streets then on to the end of the main road. Every evening I walked back home past the four side streets. Hank and John knew my schedule and often hid in the forests and jumped out as I passed. They would tease me and we all laughed.

One day when I was only eleven years old, they jumped out and grabbed me. They wrestled trying to get me into the forest. Finally one of them grabbed me from behind and swung my arm behind my back. It hurt like hell and I stopped fighting. The other kicked my feet out from under me and they carried me into the forests.

Once there they set me down and I was expecting they wanted to strip me naked. In the past that always happened when I was with my friends. This day I was alone. They stopped laughing and Hank said, “I want a blow job.”

I started getting very nervous and snapped into a full run. I had to get away from them. But they caught me and brought me back to the spot. I kept saying no to him but Hank insisted. So I ran a second time and again they caught me. Once back to the spot I was fighting to get away, so they held my arm behind my back and the other pulled my pants and underpants down to my ankles. Hank said, “Now you can’t run and you can’t leave until you give me a blow job.”

He wasn’t kidding. Neither was I. In shame I had to tell him, “I can’t because I don’t know how.” And I didn’t. I had heard the kids using the words blow job before. But I never knew exactly what it was. No one had explained it to me.

I looked into Hank's eyes and I saw a look I will never forget. His eyes rolled up into his head like he just hit the lottery. “Oh!” he whispered. Then he paused. The glee ran through his blood and he said, “I’m the one who gets to teach you.”

Hank reveled in that victory. He had a virgin to break in and that bolstered his ego. His masculinity grew in leaps and bounds. He made me kneel in the leaves. My pants were still down at my ankles. Hank unbuckled his pants and slid them down so half his ass was showing. His cock and balls were close to my face.

My heart was pounding so hard now my chest was moving. My emotions were getting bigger and bigger and I started feeling I was going to faint. Hank told me to put his cock in my mouth and close my lips around it. He nudged my head forward. I knew they wouldn’t let me go, so I opened my mouth and he put his cock into me. Then he told me to slide it in and out. Every time I slide him in I was to blow out and when I slid him up I was to suck in like a straw. I did as he wanted.

When his cock got hard and inflating with his cum I lost most consciousness. There was not a single sound registering in my mind. Life stood still. Nothing moving and I was aware of nothin. My only memory is I could see his body. I could see his balls, his pubs, his stomach and the top of his legs.

The extreme emotional stress shut my affect down. I couldn’t feel a thing. I didn’t feel his cock sliding in and out. I don’t even know if my head was moving or if he was pumping. But all of a sudden his cock was out of my mouth and his hand was stroking his cock hard and fast. His cum shot out speeding past my face. It splashed on the ground.

I went to get up and I felt John’s hand holding me to my knees. He said, “Not yet. It’s my turn.” I had to repeat the same process. John was heavier than Hank and his cock was not only bigger but he was much thicker. I couldn’t wrap my fingers around it all. I had to open my mouth as wide as I could to fit him in. Once there he held my head still and pumped his hips.

Now, sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee, the events of giving them blow jobs for the next two years could flash through my mind in an instant. They often hid on me and waited for me. They wanted another blow job. They always reminded me not to tell anyone. It’s our secret. And I didn’t tell. Never.

Even though I didn’t tell, I’m sure they told others. Soon after starting with Hank and John other high school guys came looking for me when they had the itch. They turned me into the neighborhood twink.

No one ever asked me if I “wanted” to give them a blow job. It was different. Guys had a way of tricking me to go with them for one reason or another. Some said they wanted to show me something. I would go in their house or garage and before I knew it they unbuckled and had me pinned in a corner so I couldn’t run. One guy said, “You may as well just blow me because I know you give blow jobs.”

The only way I could comfort myself from the fear of getting caught by my parents or their parents, was to convince myself I was special. I was selected by these guys for this purpose. My other friends were not chosen, but I was and the guys began to like me. In public they would no longer hassle me. After I gave a guy a blow job I noticed he would defend me when others tried to hassle me. I felt special and knew I should teach myself to like the taste and feel of cocks in my mouth. The guys were not stopping and more and more came for comfort.

By the time I turned sixteen years old the fourteen year old guys were after me. That felt strange. I was older than them. I should have had them blowing me. But they knew how to get me to just do it so they could feel good. It was an awesome feeling knowing I could make guys feel better. I could help them in ways others couldn’t.

I gave blow jobs every day for eleven years. I have no idea how many guys came for me. There are several I remember perfectly. I knew them all. I still know them. When I went away to college the blow jobs stopped. They never came back and I have always wondered why? Oddly enough I miss most of them.

My wife woke up. She joined me with a coffee and asked, “How are you feeling?”

That was not her usual question. Usually she asks, “How are you doing?” Now she used the word, “feeling.”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“I didn’t sleep much last night.” she said.

I asked her why not and she told me she was thinking of me all night.

I asked her, “Thinking about what?”

I already knew the answer but it seemed like the right thing to ask.

“Are you gay?” she asked.

“No. Not at all. Why are you asking?”

“You were turned on by Brad last night. I saw it.” she said.

“No sweetheart. I was turned on by you being so excited talking to Brad. I saw you talking to him. I saw your eyes light up when he walked into the house. I don’t know why I was excited but I got excited.”

She asked me a question she never asked before. “Did you jerk off last night?”

I closed my eyes and confessed, “I had to. It was in the shower.”

She went on to assure me that it was alright that I jerk off when I need to. We had never talked about this stuff before. It was all brand new. I assumed Brad had told her things about guys like me and she was interested in learning. She is not dumb. She knows my tiny dick can not bring her to orgasm. It’s not my fault. I was born this way.

But I love her and as a man and husband I want her to feel complete. Brad has a cock big enough to make her feel like a complete woman. I know he does. He has what I do not have.

The conversation was awkward. The emotions were raw. The need to jerk off again was impossible to resist. I wish she had just told me she was turned on by Brad. I wish she had admitted she wanted Brad to fuck her, to give her oral, to spend the night with her in our bed without me presesnt. I was aching.

But she didn’t. She dressed and went to work. I ran to the bathroom because I was about to cum off.

As the week passed my wife seemed less and less interested in wanting to have sex. I offered her oral and she accepted a few times, but her heart was not into it. It seemed to me she was more interested in talking on the phone.

The following Monday the phone bill was in the mail. I opened it and was shocked to see her and Brad talked almost every night. Their conversations were not short. Some lasted over an hour. What could they possibly be talking about? The question haunted me. I had to make myself believe it had something to do with business. But why so late at night?

Two days later I couldn’t stand wondering any longer. I call Brad.

I used the house phone so he would think it was my wife.

When Brad answered his phone I was shocked when he didn’t say ‘hello.’ In the most seductive voice I could imagine, Brad softly said, “Julie. How’s my princess?”

“It’s not Julie. Brad, it’s me Tom.”

“Wonder boy! How are you?”

“Confused.”

“Why are you confused?”

I explained that I just saw my phone bill and it looks like he and my wife Julie talk on the phone almost every evening. I asked him, “What could you two possibily be talking about?”

“What do you think we have been talking about? She has a lot of questions.”

My head was reeling out of control. I knew Brad had some pics of me that would not go well if he shows them to my wife. I kept the conversation off of me. “What kind of questions?” I asked.

“She has a lot of questions about you. She cares about you a lot.” Brad said it like they were talking about the weather. The tone in his voice sounded void of any emotions. I did not want to lunge into a defensive argument and I didn’t want to talk about my wondering about their phone calls. I fell silent.

Falling silent is one of the coping mechanisms I often use when I am in a jam. I was in a jam and now I was hoping Brad would know what to say next. He did.

“Tom. Are you mad at me?”

“No. I’m just wondering.”

“What are you wondering about now?”

I sank to a new level of shame and asked, “Brad, what does Julie want to know about me?”

“She wants to know if you are a little flaky puff. She knows you have a tiny dick and you can’t bring her to orgasm. Don’t get me wrong. She loves you dearly. She just likes talking to a man like me.” Brad said it, then fell silent.

I had to ask him my next question. “Does she talk to you about sex?”

It took all my nerve to get that question out. I was trembling and my stomach was doing flips.

“Of course she does. She needs sex.” he said.

I felt like I was just hit by a train. I was numb and weak in the knees. Unable to say another word, Brad went on to remind me that women crave big thick cocks. Women talk about big men all the time. “Julie doesn't want to marry me. She just asked me about my cock. So I described it to her. I was thinking of telling her to just ask you about my cock. I think she is going to like my cock as much as you do.”

As soon as he said that I replied, “Brad, I have to go. I need to think.”

Brad cut me off and told me not to worry. He has done this before and husbands come to love knowing their wives are in the arms of a big man who understands her body.

That evening Brad told Julie that I called him and what we talked about. She came out of the bedroom after talking to him and asked me why I called Brad? I gave her the phone bill and she said, “I already know.”

Julie wanted me to sit down with her on the sofa. She curled up next to me and I’m sure she felt my rigid body trembling. I wasn’t angry. I was nervous. I didn’t know what to expect.

She began by telling me she would never cheat on me. She loves me too much for that. I told her I loved her too and I want the best for her. I want her to be happy.

“What did Brad tell you?” she wanted to know.

“He told me you talk about sex with him.” I said it sheepishly.

“Is that all?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I thought my answer said it all. Everything important anyway.

“What else did he say?” she persisted.

So I confessed, “He told me you asked about his cock.” That is when the sky fell in on me.

Julie placed her hand on my leg and said, “Don’t confuse love and sex. They are two different things. Everyone needs to be loved and everyone needs sex. Our bodies are made to have a lot of sex. It is part of nature. Just like eating, breathing and moving around. I have your love. I don’t have a need for more love. I have you. What I need is some sex. I want to have sex with Brad.”

“Does Brad know that?” I asked.

“He is the one who helped me realize I wanted him in bed. He is the one who helped me realize that women are trained from birth to repress their natural, normal feelings for sex. Women are trained to put themselves second, deny their needs and women are left unfulfilled. Brad has some ideas on how to help us. Let’s give him a chance.”

My brain was now on overload and I couldn’t tolerate another word. Julie hugged me and we kissed. In bed we cuddled and I could feel her love washing over me like I hadn’t felt or been aware of in a long time.

After more kissing she said she wanted to watch me jerk off. That was new to me. She never asked me to do that before now. I looked at her wondering if Brad told her what I did at the rest stop.

“I saw you dick wet and wanting to cum off when he was here for dinner. I know you get turned on by him talking to me. So I want you to jerk off for me. Right now.”

So I did and it didn’t take long to cum off. I had no context to place the experience. It felt like she was taking control of my sexuality. What the hell is a man supposed to call that? I was lost. It felt good, but I was definitely confused and I had to wonder.

The next morning was Saturday. I always want Julie to have two days off to rest from her work. So I go into the shop and she tells me everything she wants me to do for her. As I went through my regular routine that morning, I was having the same feeling I had when she told me to jerk off for her. It was the exact same feeling. Even if I didn’t want it, the feeling was filling me with excitement and energy. I felt stimulated and alive. It was the oddest thing.

I sat at her desk and realized for the first time that she treats me just like Brad was treating me. Each of them could tell me things to do and I just did them. There was no question. No objection. I somehow needed to follow. I could hide it well. No one noticed. Following Julie’s directions, and Brad’s for that matter, was my safety net. It was the same feeling I had in the rest area when I first met Brad.

At noontime I locked up the shop and went to get some food for Julie and me. I do the same thing every Saturday. When I pulled into my driveway I spotted Brad’s pick up truck. It was parked right beside My wife’s Escalade. My stomach sank.

I walked into the house and found Julie and Brad sitting comfortably in the living room. “Why didn’t you tell me Brad was here? I would have picked up some food for him.” I said.

Julie said Brad had just arrived a short while ago and she was sure there would be enough food. They met me in the kitchen and sat next to each other at the table. Julie grabbed two forks. One for her and she handed the second fork to Brad. They shared her meal from the same container.

No sooner had I sat down when Brad turned and slid Julie’s shirt over her head. She was wearing a sexy pink bra and it was obvious her nipples were hard. Julie looked at me to see my reaction. I felt the jolt in the pit of my stomach. My head went numb and I couldn’t speak. She was not objecting.

Brad had her stand and he slid her slacks down to her ankles. Julie used her feet to take them off and was wearing a matching set of panties. I could only admire her soft skin. She has the smoothest skin to touch and view.

I sat paralized as Brad kissed her and she tilted her head back as if melting butter. Standing in front of me Brad began caressing her breasts and pinching her niples. His hands were all over her body. Slowly he slid his fingers into her panties and began exploring. Julie moaned and then spread her legs open so his finger could go deeper and come to rest on her pussy lips. He massaged her.

It didn’t shock me in any way. I sort of had myself prepared for this moment. I just didn’t think it would happen this way and so fast. Brad does not waste time.

What did stun me was when Julie reached down and grabbed his cock. He was still fully clothed but she rubbed him. Her lust was overflowing and no one would be able to stop her once she touched him.

Brad looked over to me. I had a confused, puzzled and helpless look on my face. He reached behind him and on the counter was a small book. A novel size book about one hundred pages. He tossed it to me and said, “This is what we have been talking about. We want you to read this.” Then he escorted Julie into the bedroom and closed the door.

The book was called ‘CUCKOLDS’. It was written by a man for men in my position. I opened it and began reading it right away. It described the cuckold lifestyle and held no detail back. Lushes and juicy phrases described my life to a tee. The first page drew me in and never let me go.

As I read I began to hear my wife moaning loudly. Heavy breathing and crying out words I never heard her say. Maybe jokingly, but not in the heat of passion. I don’t know what I enjoyed more, the book, or her moans, her pleas, the bed shaking and the dirty talk coming from Brad.

I sat on the floor in front of the bedroom door and listened as I read why women need a husband and a lover. I read how in history women were taught to repress their sexual feelings and desires. In cuckolding, the lover’s role is to help her express herself sexually. Fully, with no judgement. Her body was fashioned for orgasms. The older women get the greater their desires become and the need for a lover is unstoppable. That’s why so many women cheat.

As I read I could hear Julie almost screaming and begging Brad to give her more. The bed was slamming hard now and she yelled out, “I’m cumming off. Oh God. I’m cumming off.”

The room went silent for a minute. Brad opened the door suddenly as I sat reading my book. His cock was standing proud and soaking wet. I saw how red it was and there was no doubt he had opened her pussy like I never could do for her. He signaled me to kneel in the doorway and had me lick the bottom of his cock where Julie’s orgasm was dripping. He positioned himself so she could watch me cleaning his cock for another round in bed with her.

“You know what that is? That is your wife’s warm and fresh pussy juice. That is what men love. I’ll bet you never tasted her juice before, have you? No you haven't.” He kept me moving around his cock from the bottom to the sides and finally licking the top. Awkwardly I kept following his directions and I knew Julie was watching. Brad ended by sliding his cock into my mouth telling me, “Go get it. Get it all.”

I thought he wanted me to take all of his cock, so I opened my mouth wide. I took a deep breath of air and went down hard on it. He slid into my throat and said, “Oh fuck yeah!” He left it there for five seconds and slid himself out saying, “I told you to clean me cock. Not give me a blow job. Your wife is going to give me a blow job right now.”

Brad walked back into the bedroom and I watched as Julie reached right for his shaft. She had no hesitation. Slowly she opened her mouth and slid her lips under his shaft. Her eyes looked at me as her lips slid up and down his cock. Her hand was firmly around the base and she placed the crown on her tongue. The look in her eyes is something I will never forget. She was free. The tip of her tongue rolled around the rim of Brad’s crown and I knew that would drive him to flinch. He did. As things heated up, Brad came to the door, told me to keep reading, then he closed the door. Brad was getting his first blow job from Julie.

He reached for Julie’s hand and took her wedding band off her finger whispering, “Let’s try this.”

I heard Brad giving her encouragement. He kept telling her he knows how much she loves his cock. How much she needs his cock. He called her a good girl. I was agonizing and wishing I could watch.

The book Brad told me to read went on to describe how men will treat the wife. It was different than the usual marrital sex. Men will grab her hair and pull her face up and down as she tries to take in the fullness of his cock. She will be panting in anticipation of his cum splashing in her mouth. She will want his cum in her and on her body. Once she begins to have sex with another man, knowing her husband is aware and wants this for her, she is able to fully let go of all inhibitions. The wife will find true fulfillment in becoming his slut.

As I sat there and listened to them in bed, my mind could only imagine. Brad opened the door a second time. He was holding my wife’s tiny glass dish she keeps on her nightstand. It’s a dish she puts her wedding band in when she is using hand cream.

Brad told me to stand up. He showed me the dish. It was filled with his cum. He shook the dish slightly so as not to spill any cum and I saw it. Julie’s wedding band was now swimming in his cum. I couldn’t believe the feelings in my body. I had a rock hard dick which I’m sure they both noticed. I had been dripping pre cum since he first exposed her breasts. When I saw her ring I had an orgasm.

“Why don’t you clean her ring for her,” I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a decision he made for me.

I went to pick her ring out of his warm cum when he pulled the dish back. “No.” he said. “No hands. Clean it with no hands.”

I looked at him and was wondering how do I do that?

Brad cupped his hand under my chin and lifted my face to the ceiling. He squeezed my cheeks so my mouth would open and he poured his cum into my mouth along with Julie’s ring. I knew in a flash the only way I could clean it was to swallow his cum and use my saliva to clean my wife’s wedding ring for her.

I looked at Julie as his cum was sliding down and she loved seeing me do that as much as she enjoyed bringing Brad to climax with her mouth. It was so intense that I continued to cum in my pants.

He went back in and the door opened at 4:30 I was jerking off in the hall. Brad made me finish and the two watched as I released another squirt of cum.

He and Julie went into the shower together. Before getting into the shower Julie told me to shower and get ready to go out to dinner. The three of us cleaned up and were all in a fog. It took them a lot longer to shower so I continued reading downstairs in my den. As Julie was putting on makeup, Brad joined me downstairs. I had to ask him, “Brad. How did you know?”

He looked at me and he didn’t need any clarification. He simply said, “When I first saw your tiny dick I saw the ring on your finger. I knew in an instant there was a wife somewhere who needed me.”

“So you didn’t come to her business looking for me. You came looking for her?” I had to ask.

“I came looking for the both of you. That’s what I do.”

I knew I had as much good sex that afternoon as Julie had with Brad. He brought the both of us to multiple orgasms. I watched his back, ass and legs as he went back upstairs.

I read the final page in my book. The author concluded with one final word of caution to those who are thinking about a cuckold lifestyle. He wrote, “Be careful. Once you take the plunge and do this, you can never take it back and it probably will never come to an end.”

I closed my eyes and wondered, ‘It’s a little late for that now, isn’t it?’

“Yes it is!” I figured I would answer my own question before Brad does.

THE END AND THE BEGINNING.