A Brief History of a Cocksucker

The rest of morning seemed to pass incredibly slowly. I kept catching myself looking at the clock - either on my phone, or on my computer - every few minutes. It was taking an eternity! My mind cycled through everything that had happened in the past hour: the emails, the photos, the cum-hungry boys who had willingly given up their dignity to become cocksuckers for Gary. I fantasised about him constantly, about becoming his next boy, his next mouth to fill. This fantasy cycle kept spiralling and I realised I was becoming more and more horny. I could barely take it any longer!

How had I never realised this before, I thought. How had I never contemplated anonymous hook-ups like this? The thrill, without even having done anything, was amazing. The anticipation of sucking was almost as good as the thought of actually doing it. I was buzzing by the time it got to 1pm. Unable to fill time any longer, I decided to take a slightly earlier lunch break (I usually went at 1.15, when the queue in the lunchroom had died down a little) and get myself prepared for what I was hoping was about to happen. I logged out of my computer, picked up my jacket, phone and pass and left the office without saying a word to anyone else. I headed straight for the stairwell which was just a few hundred feet away. I didn’t want to take the lift as people might ask why I was going to the fourth floor - there was nothing up there but conference rooms - so I figured the stairs would be a safer option. I was on the first floor too, so it wasn’t exactly a long way to go. 

The second the stairwell door opened, I felt a rush of cold air. It was always so freezing there! I quickly walked up the stairs, missing level 2 and 3 and heading straight to the fourth floor. Pulling open the door to level 4 I realised how quiet it was. There were no meeting scheduled on this side of the building (I’d already checked), so everything was eerily quiet. The lights flickered on as I walked down the corridor, illuminating rooms as I went. I checked my phone - still only 1.10pm - I had 20 minutes to wait! Nevertheless, I wanted to be prepared, so I headed down the corridor towards Conference Room 2. It was one of the larger rooms, with seating for up to 20 people, a large projector screen and glass walls that could turn opaque at the flick of a switch. 

I headed left and at the end of small corridor was the door to the toilets. I checked around me quickly, before hurrying through the door. Inside there was a row of basins, pristinely white with a row of mirrors above. To my left was another door into the men’s toilets, and to my right into the women’s. This open space made me a bit nervous, but I reassured myself that no-one would be up here at this time and pushed open the door to the men’s. Inside was empty. The place was spotless, with a smell of fresh pine. I counted the cubicle I had stated in my email - 3rd from the left - and stepped inside. My heart was pounding now. 

I sat down on the toilet seat and locked the door. The time was still only 1.15, so I knew I was going to be in for another agonising long wait. My fantasy-driven mind was still in overdrive, though, and all I could think about was sucking Gary’s enormous cock. My mind was racing with ideas of how I would suck him and whether I’d swallow his load or want it on my face, or maybe even over my ass? My mind continued to wander and I pulled my phone out and nervously began googling blowjob techniques and cruising stories and very quickly I found hundreds of stories of guys doing exactly what Gary was - offering up their dick’s to gay cocksuckers! It was like a secret world! Who would have thought there were so many dicks out there that needing sucking in this way? 

‘Hey’ I heard a voice say. I froze. I looked up and, leaning over the top of my cubicle, was Gary. He must have been stood on the toilet in the next cubicle because I definitely didn’t see any feet when I came in. 

‘Hey,’ I said sheepishly, ‘so you got my email, then.’

‘Yes I did. You did good by not grassing me up, boy.’ He grinned, jumped off the loo and walked round to my door, giving it a gentle knock. ‘So can I come in?’ He asked. 

I jumped up and slid the lock open and the door fell open to reveal Gary stood there, suited and booted, looking even better in the flesh, with a broad grin on his face. My eyes scanned over his body like lightning: bulging chest and biceps, a little chest hair poking out his shirt, tight trousers with a prominent bulge, a shiny wedding ring. 

‘You’re early’, I joked, shooting him a coy smile. 

‘Am I? I usually never come early.’ He replied, taking a few steps forward into my cubicle. 

Still seated, his bulging crotch came ever-closer to my face as he squeezed into the cubicle and closed the door behind him. His crotch was now just inches from my face, perfectly lined up with my hungry mouth. I licked my lips.

‘Now,’ he said, ‘you’ve probably seen I like to keep a little record of these things, for my own personal pleasure.’ 

I nodded, eyes transfixed on his package. ‘Where’s your phone? I’d like to film this.’ He put out his hand and I eagerly passed my phone over. With a swift movement he swiped open my camera, pointed it at me and said ‘cheese, cocksucker!’. I smiled as he took a photo. 

‘You won’t tell anyone about this, will you?’ I asked, gingerly. 

‘Of course not, pretty boy, ‘ he replied, ‘I got a wife and kids at home. This means shit all to me, I just love to get my dick wet, you get it?’ I nodded as he began undoing his belt, then his button and flies. My hands leapt at the chance and began to pull his trousers down, before clambering for his tight boxers. ‘Wow, you are a hungry boy!’ He said, as he took more photos of me in action.

‘I just know what I like’ I replied, freeing his throbbing, semi-hard dick from his boxers. It flopped out, heavy and already glistening with drops of pre-cum. I immediately licked these off, tasting his sweet, manly scent as I did so. I took a moment to appreciate his magnificent cock - the thick, veiny shaft, his heavy balls and the glorious head still concealed by a slither of foreskin, which I slowly eased back. I leant forward, opened my mouth again and took his meat in my mouth, right to the base. What a feeling! This is it! This is what I’ve been missing!

I sucked deep and slow, savouring the flavour of his cock, before pulling it out and looking up and smiling for his photos. ‘Let’s get this done then, boy. I got a meeting at 2’ he grinned, pushing his dick back towards my lips.

I hungrily began sucking him again, concentrating on my rhythm, depth and varying my tongue movements. Once you get in the zone, there really is nothing more satisfying than sucking cock. You learn to breathe properly, to enjoy the slight jolt of a gag reflex and to relish the feeling of balls slapping up against your chin. That first day, my first anonymous cock-sucking experience, was like an awakening. I realised that this - pleasuring cock with my mouth - was what I was built for. To be able to give men pleasure in this way was incredible!

I continued sucking him, deep and wet, precum and saliva dripping down my face and onto the bathroom floor. He moaned gently, occasionally taking photos of me at work. Then, after a few minutes of concentrated sucking, I felt his balls tighten and his dick swell. He grabbed the back of my head, his fingers digging into my scalp as he pulled me onto his cock. The second the head hit the back of my throat he exploded with wad after wad of thick, hot cum. I gagged, spluttered and fell back slightly, letting his cock slide out of my mouth still shooting spunk as it went. Cum hit my face, my shirt, my trouser leg and the floor beneath me, but I quickly grabbed his dick and enveloped it with my mouth again before anymore precious nectar got away.

Spent, he stepped back and leant against the cubicle door and sighed. ‘Fuck, not had one like that in a while. You’ve got talent, boy!’ He laughed, pulled a few sheets of toilet paper off the wall and wiped his dick clean. 

I slumped back on the toilet seat, covered in his spunk and felt a vast wave of pleasure come over me. I guess most people would say that I was a slut, but I can honestly say I’ve never felt more alive and content than at that moment. I watched him rearrange, package his softening cock away and hand me my phone back. ‘You know my email address. I expect a report,’ he said grinning, ‘by 7pm’ he added before leaving the cubicle and disappearing out the door. 

I sat for a moment, in reflection and awe over what had just happened. I realised I hadn’t cum myself, but that wasn’t really my job, given the circumstances. I was first a foremost a cocksucker, so it was far more important that he shot his load than me. Now though, with his cum all over me, I was desperate to shoot. I leant back, pulled out my rock hard cock and slowly wanked as I flicked through the photos he had taken of me. 

What a slut! Seeing myself eagerly sucking, like some slut in a porn film, was beyond liberating. There were shots of my licking it, slapping it on my face, deepthroating and looking up at him with cocksucker tears streaking down my face. The finale, which he filmed, was amazing. Watching his spunk shoot all over me was one of the most exciting things I had ever seen and made it feel almost like it was happening all over again. Within seconds of watching that film, I shot my load all over the cubicle. 

Exhausted, but content, I sat in my cum-covered cubicle for another 10 minutes, enjoying my newfound vocation. I reeled off almost an entire roll of toilet paper to wipe the spunk off the floor and walls, and did my best to tidy myself up but there really wasn’t a lot could do about my shirt, which was covered in dark stains. I had a jumper under my desk, so would put that on when I got back and my jacket would cover the rest.

I left the toilet, headed back out into the washroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was flushed and slightly rosey-cheeked. I grinned at myself and knew that this was not going to be the first time, that there would be plenty more loads to swallow in the future!