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“Got it yet?”

The text arrived two days later. I didn’t recognize the sender’s number at first and had to look it up and see who was texting me. It was that fucking Billy. How did he get my phone number? I didn’t give it to him. And what’s he doing? I was surprised at first, but soon, I was wondering. It was a deep and serious wonder.

He must be dwelling on my plight. The saga he threw me into. A chilling thought entered quickly; Is he taking pleasure in my suffering? Is this like that BDSM stuff guys often joke about? Is he a sadist? He sure made it feel like hell.

In the blink of an eye I felt my dick hardening rapidly. All my physical reaction to him were kicking into high gear.

I sent a text back; “Not yet.”

That pissed me off. I was screaming at myself, ‘What the hell are you doing texting that asshole?’

What was I thinking? I didn’t want anything to do with him, and yet, I wanted to talk to him at the same time. I hated what I had to do thanks to his antics. But I felt sort of connected to him a way. I liked something I was feeling for the first time in my life. I felt happy that he was thinking of me.

I was adding his phone number to my contacts when another text showed up.

“Keep digging. Lol”

He was playing with my feelings. No, I corrected myself. He is playing with my reputation, with my identity, he was doing things to my life and I was letting him. I didn’t text him back. Fuck him. I was in agony for two days. Degraded by him; to the point I had to smush my own body waste looking for my wedding ring. Everytime I thought of Billy, I thought of my ring. I wanted my ring back in the worst way. I wanted it for me, and oddly enough, I wanted it back for Billy as well.

My dick had been swollen and hard ever since the first text arrived and I realized it was from him. Now, just a simple grab and I was cumming off. I didn’t even massage it or stroke it. I only reached down and grabbed it because it was throbbing. My balls were tingling. Billy causes my body to react. It was a control I never knew. He could control me.

More troubling was the awareness that my orgasm was larger than when I made love to Jan last night. My relationship with Jan has always been great. For me, anyway. I always assumed she enjoyed sex with me. She may have teased me once in awhile about my small size, but she always followed it up with an affirmation that it is cute and at least it works.

With my shorts now soaking wet with cum, I knew it still worked. I grabbed a clean pair of briefs from the bedroom and had to use my bathroom to change. I peeled off the wet briefs and, standing naked, another text came to my phone. I looked.

“Did you tell her yet?”

Tell her what? What is he texting about? I couldn’t help myself.

“Tell her what?”

Standing naked, I waited for his reply. I felt my dick throbbing again and looked down. It was already rock hard again. All by itself. That never happens to me when I am with Jan. No answer. I waited five minutes but Billy never answered my question.

All afternoon, I wondered what the hell he expected me to tell Jan? That I swallowed my wedding ring? I’m not going to tell her that. Besides, I had enough to worry about right now. I had to hide the fact that my ring was not on my finger and I had to wait for it to pass through my body. I still didn’t know how long it would take.

I was getting more afraid with each passing hour, I was incredibly nervous and I was getting edgy. All my feelings I had to hide. Doing what I did was not something I wanted anyone to know.

That evening, during dinner with Jan, Billy sent another text. “Figure it out.”

I wanted to kill him. He was barging into my personal life. He was tearing into my personal space. I was certain he knew Jan and I must be together at that time of day. He was squeezing me. Why else would he wait until now to reply?

Day four the ring still hadn’t passed. I was praying constantly it didn’t fall out and sink out of sight. I would have flushed it down the toilet without knowing.

On my way home from work, I stepped into my doctor’s office. I told my doctor that I had taken my ring off my finger to wash my hands. I explained I was at a gas station and no clean place to set the ring down, So I put it in my mouth and I swallowed it by mistake. I asked the doctor if it would pass through my body and how long would it take?

He assured me it would certainly pass, but the timing was a problem. “Sometimes it takes a long time to pass.” he said. He ordered an xray which was taken at his office, and he spotted the ring in my intestines. It didn’t appear lodged, but it would be slow in moving. He suggested a prescription laxative and cautioned me to use a fine screen for the next few days.

“I hope there was no bacteria on the ring.” he went on to say.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You wouldn’t want to get an infection inside your intestine. Those are hard to treat and can do a great deal of damage.”

Now I had something else to worry about.

“Would a blood test rule out any infection?” I needed answers.

“Sure.” And with that he ordered a blood test. I asked him to include sexually transmitted diseases to the test which he did. I was surprised the results came back so quickly. The next day his office called me at work to tell me the blood tests are all fine; no concerns.

That was one problem solved. I wanted to text Billy and tell him what was going on thanks to his joke. I refrained. He was scaring me.

Day six I woke up with a jolt. It was pre-dawn and I jumped up quickly. I was soaking wet with sweat, my heart was racing like never before and my dick was so hard it hurt.

I had been dreaming. It was a vivid dream that Billy had grabbed me by my shirt. He had pulled me close to his face, and said, “I’m gonna fuck your wife.”

“Honey.” Jan whispered. “Are you alright?”

I told her it was just a dream. But I had my doubts. Billy did talk like that around me and I never fought back. But that was just tough guy, bar room talk. I scrambled to justify my beliefs. He didn’t really mean it. Each time Billy talked about sex with Jan it was only to display his superieoity over me.

I couldn’t get back to sleep. Between the dream, my racing thoughts and the laxative, sleep would have to wait. I got up before the alarm went off and had some coffee. Sitting alone on the back deck I could almost visualize Billy’s naked body on top of Jan. Two awesome bodies filled with passions and desires. Billy’s large cock penetrating and his thrusts. I could imagine his cum shot. How his cock muscles would tighten, his back muscles and ass muscles squeezing with each release.

I tried to visualize Jan’s orgasm. I couldn’t. There was nothing there to build on. I had never been able to bring her to the point where she is clawing at the sheets and panting. I don’t have that ability in me. She knows that and I thought I did also. But, why can I not visualize her in the heat of passion?

I could recall women I watched in porn movies and picture them letting go with Billy. But Jan having a powerful orgasm like that was absent from my mind. That made me sad.

Jan left for work at her usual 9 AM and I had to leave around 10 AM for a meeting in Boston. As I got ready to shave and shower I felt the laxative working. Quickly I got my screen in place and sat down. My waste came flowing out with ease. The screen held it above the toilet water and the stench was overpowering. All I could think of was, thank God Jan is not at home. The house smelled terrible.

I finished and got up to clean the mess and there it was. In the middle of the grossest waste you can imagine, I had to put on a glove and retrieve my ring. I was so happy. My dick was dripping more precum. My balls were aching and I knew my body was producing more cum.

I washed the ring and kissed it. I held it so dearly in my hand. I pressed it up against my heart. What a relief that was for me. No one could possibly understand this issue I was immersed in.

I just didn’t give a shit anymore, I sent Billy a text. I took a pic of the ring back on my finger. I sent the pic with a message, “Got it back.”

I wanted to add, FUCK YOU. But I didn’t. It would only stir more problems.

The vision of my ring swimming in Billy’s cum stayed in my mind. Billy taking the glass from my hand and dumping all of his cum into my mouth along with my ring was intoxicating. I felt like a sex adict. It was powerful. The memory was intense. It was all consuming to me.

When the text message came in, I was on the freeway and driving quite fast, but I had to take a quick look. His text read, “See you soon.”

On the drive to Boston all I could think about was cum. It’s not that I never swallowed a guys cum before Billy. All guys, when they are young, experiment with sex. Kids use one another for sex to see what its like. I had a best friend at fifteen years old who used to read his dad’s hustler magazines. After our friends left his house at night around eight PM, he would often pull a magazine out from under the sofa and lay back. I would sit in a recliner talking to him as he read and looked at the pin ups. He loved doing that.

His name is Dennis. He was fourteen and I was fifteen years old. I didn’t have to head home until nine PM so it always gave us an hour alone together. Before long, Dennis started begging me to give him blow jobs because he just wanted to see what it felt like. I loved him. He was great. He was the leader of our gang. Everyone loved him and always followed his lead. So one night as he was lusting over some Playboy Pin-up, he said to me, “Just get your ass over here and blow me.” Then he laughed. I knew that would make him happy with me, so I did it for him I knelt by the sofa and sucked his young golden cock with perfectly clean and stimulating pubic hair.

He quickly learned how to hold my head down deep as his cum was about to explode. The more oral sex I gave him, the more he liked me being around. I was his best friend. He liked me more than others. We went everywhere together and did a ton of things kids often do to cause a stir. Life with Dennis was never dull.

On the drive to Boston that day, I made a startling connection. Maybe Billy is somehow, unconsciously, reminding me of my past. He is a lot like a grown up version of Dennis, my best friend. His looks, body shape, muscles, attitude and especially how people gravitate toward him were all just like Dennis body and personality.

Alright. I can live with that. I can use Billy to help me relive my past experiences. As the drive continued, one flashback after another began to flood my mind. I let them dance there and it felt so good. It had been so long since I had felt those strong feelings. Powerful feelings of excitement and cravings hotter than a volcano.

My dick was throbbing so badly, I had to stop myself from thinking about Dennis. My shorts were getting wet and I knew if I grabbed my dick I would have to wear the wet sticky cum at the meeting. The only thought that helped me put the memories away was when I told myself, ‘Save it for the ride home.’

Needless to say, the anticipation for the drive home clouded my every thought that day. I could not concentrate on the meeting. I managed to get through it, but it wasn’t my best sales pitch. There were fourteen potential new clients there; some women and mostly men.

One guy kept looking at me and I sensed his mind was not on the meeting either. He had that look in his eye that told me, he was reading my mind. I think he could sense or feel what I was going through. I avoided eye contact with him. All afternoon I had to force myself to look at others during our talks, even though I knew he was looking at me.

During the mid afternoon break, it became obvious that, although I was avoiding him, he wasn’t avoiding me. He managed to make his way over to me as I was getting a cup of coffee.

I have no idea who he was or what firm he was representing. I didn’t care either. All I knew was that he definitely had the same look and attitude as Billy. If I engaged him, I was sure he could hook me.

He made normal regular conversation with me. He asked how long I had been in this profession and we talked about market trends. Right in the middle of the conversation I heard another ringtone go off on my phone. “Where are you?”

Not that it was any of his business, but I quickly wrote back, “In a meeting.”

“I didn’t say WHAT. I said WHERE?”

What little concentration I had left in me was quickly vanishing. Billy was stripping me of everything I am. It felt like he wanted my unconditional attention.

“In Boston. Why?” I wrote back.

“I have something for you.”

I wanted to write back and say ‘No thanks. Keep it. Or better yet, shove it up your ass.’ But I knew better. There would be a price I would have to pay for a comment like that one. So I ignored him and went back to work.

Twice Billy texted me saying he wanted me to get a hold of him before I left for home. I had made my mind up; I’m not going to converse with him.

“Sorry. Tight schedule.” I knew that would get him off my back. At least for today I wouldn’t have to engage in his antics.

Thirty minutes later another message came in. I angrily looked at it, but this one was not from Billy, it was from Jan. “Call me before you head home. There a package I want you to pick up.”

“KK. xoxo”

I called Jan when the meeting was finished. She gave me an address and told me to just introduce yourself and tell the guy I told you to pick up the box for me. They are expecting you. I assured her it would be no problem and I GPSed the address.

I arrived at a good size apartment house in the heart of Boston and rang the doorbell. A buzzer went off and I opened the door and stepped into the building. I found the apartment numbers on the doors and followed my way to the address Jan gave. The door was ajar and I knocked saying, “Hello.”

A man inside said, “Are you Jan’s husband? Come in.”

So I opened the door and stepped into the apartment. I heard someone walking down a hallway toward the area where I stood. When he stepped into view I almost dropped dead. It was Billy. He was naked except for his boxer shorts.

“Tight schedule?” he snickered at me.

“Not that tight buddy.” he concluded.

All I could think was, ‘What the fuck. How could this be happening?’

My knees were shaking in fear. I felt faint and had to start taking deep breaths of air to stay conscious. My eyes squinted as Billy stepped close to me. He was holding a box and he placed it on the table.

Never saying another word, Billy pinched my right ear lobe and led me into his bedroom. He dropped his boxers and I saw his soft cock hanging under the soft light. He walked to his bed and his ass was intoxicating to me. I wanted to touch him.

“Get over here.” he insisted. He wasn’t asking. He wasn’t giving me an imperative command either. It was more of a matter-of-fact comment. He just simply expected me to follow his instructions. Like he knew I would. I did.

Billy laid down on his bed and guided my head onto his soft man cock. I felt it growing as I sucked on it and massaged it with my tongue. When it was hard he started pumping my head up and down and always thrusting his hips to shove his cock down deeper into my throat. I was gagging, but he didn’t seem to care.

After some time, Billy reached over and I could see him opening a magnum condom. He pushed my head off his cock and he inserted the condom into my mouth; placing it between my lips and my teeth. Then he had me put the condom on his hard shaft using nothing more than my mouth. I had to use my lips and tongue to unroll the magnum down to his pubic hairs.

Once in place, Billy had me stroke his cock. Slow and steady at first but soon instructed me to go faster and harder. I did as he instructed and I could feel his cum filling his shaft. Billy moaned as his cum began to shoot into the condom. I could feel his cock muscles tighten as each cum shot continued to fill the condom. I couldn’t believe how much cum he could produce. It just kept coming out. Big thick globs of man cum oozing out.

When he finished, Billy gently took the condom off his cock and tied a knot to secure the cum inside the condom. He had me unbuckle my belt and open my pants. He reached over to me and stretched open my briefs. Then he dropped his cum filled condom into my briefs which came to rest on my very hard dick. I felt his warmth. I wanted it to stay right there because his warmth felt so good.

Then came his final instruction.

“Keep it warm. When you get home, drink it and give Jan a cum kiss for me.”

Billy wanted me to kiss my wife with his cum on my tongue.

What the fuck is that?

“Then tell her I want to fuck her again.”

I squinted my eyes in sorrow. I shook my head indicating ‘No.’ “I can’t do that.”

Billy once again turned his phone toward my eyes and started showing me all the pictures he took of me and his cock.

“Take the box, give it to Jan and tell her I said that I want to fuck her one more time.”

With that, Billy turned my body to the door and ushered me out.

I drove home wondering, ‘How am ever going to be able to get those words out of my mouth?’ Now I knew Billy was not joking. He wanted Jan’s body, and I had to find a way to tell her what he said.