Forced Submission

Before I start with my story of losing who I was, I have to tell you about me.

My name is Paul, 35 years old and recently divorced. I was married for 7 years to someone who I thought was my life, until she changed and was not the same woman.  She became demanding, was all about herself and her family.  Then one day, after I came home from along tiring day at work, I found a note on the kitchen table ... "I have left you and want a divorce".  I was mortified, but as I read the note, I got angry. Not only was there a note but divorced papers and a contact number.  The next morning I stayed home and called the number, it was her attorney, who said that your wife has given documentation about your sexless marriage and how you treated her and also about having to call the police on you. ( the police call was because I raised my voice when she started an argument, not knowing at the time she had set up this act and called the police claiming I was threatening her.  Anyway , long story short, she got everything and left with only my clothes.

I moved out of state to a small town in Ohio.  I found a job that just about covered my rent and food.  I have a hard time making friends and so I kept to myself working and going to my studio apt.  After getting off the bus, I decided to take a walk, I just got laid off from my job, and in my mind thinking about what an "ass and loser" I was all that time being married.

I must have walked a good mile when I came upon a bar.  I decided to go in and have a drink, even though I really am not a drinking type of guy. The place was crowded but I found a seat at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic.  After the first one, I ordered another  and tried to erase my thoughts.  As I am drinking, not thinking that I haven't eaten since noon, the drink started to give me a buzz.  Sipping the drink, a guy, asked me if the seat next t me was taken, not looking up, I said no it wasn't.

The fellow sat down ordered his drink, then said I hope I didn't disturb you, now, I looked over to see that the fellow was an older man probably around 50 or 60.  I said you didn't bother me, actually you got me out of my thoughts.  We started having a light conversation, and he introduced himself, he said my name is David and I told him mine.

Talking to him made the night go by faster than I thought.  He told me about himself, self employed, living in home by himself.  He went on to say he had been married but it didn't work out.  I found myself opening up to him and telling him about my life and how I felt like a loser.  David was sympathetic but tried to give me encouragement, even when I told him that I just lost my job, not knowing what to do until I find a another job.

David ordered another drink for both of us and we sat and talked, until He was going to leave. By now, I was really starting to feel the drinks, so when he offered to drive me home I said yes.  We got to my apt. and he said let me help you, I don't think you are in any shape to get up the stairs, I laughed and said does it show how messed up I am, with that we both laughed.

Once inside, I went in the bathroom and changed putting on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, we sat on the couch and put the TV on. When got up to get a glass of water, I finally looked at him, he had to be 6'2' and somewhat muscular, compared to my 5'6" 145 lb. torso.

He sat a little closer to me as we watched TV, when he moved his hand onto my leg, at first I stiffened but then I relaxed, not sure if the drinks were still messing me up.  We talked and then he said that if I was interested, he had an opening in his company and I could have the job if I wanted. I gave him all my information, including my driver's license and e-mail.

I said thanks, you just took a big problem off my mind. No problem, we are friends and that is what friends do help each other. David went on to say, I really think you are a nice guy and I'm going to say something that if I offend you tell me to shut up.  What is it, I ask ... well, first of all, I think I got the wrong impression when I met you in the bar, that  bar is a gay hangout, and I thought you were looking to hook up.  David, I'm not gay,  I know, but again that was what I thought, I'm sorry if I offended you, but you are a good looking guy and just to be fair, I am bi, I like both women and men.  But I find that men know haw to satisfy men.

With him talking, his hand was still on my leg and he moved it up higher.  I don't know why, but I didn't move or stop him, maybe because I had not had anyone express anything about me or their desires. Before I know it, he has his hand on my crotch, gently rubbing me at the same time leaning into me and kissing my neck, so when I did not protest he went further and started kissing me pushing his tongue in my mouth, I began to pull away, but he pulled me closer and said I know you like what I am doing, just relax. Now he is kissing me harder and I am running my tongue over his, as he puts his hind in my shorts, and grabs hold of my penis. He pulls my penis out of the shorts, then grabs my balls and takes them out.

Before I know it, he has my shirt off and is pulling my shorts off with me sitting naked next to him. He is now licking my neck saying what a nice cock I have and how hard it is getting. He actually made me blush, I said it isn't that big.  Paul, it's big enough, now stop resisting and enjoy what we have.  He then leans over and takes my cock in his mouth and begins sucking me, and keeps squeezing my ass.  I feel myself getting close to cuming when he stops. Before I say anything, he opens his pants and takes my hand and puts it on his cock. Looking down, I am looking at a huge cock. David puts his hand behind my neck and begins pushing my head towards his cock, don't resist put it in your mouth, but this time he is say it as a command. I tried to resist but he forces my mouth open and his cock is in. Now suck it and lick it like a Lolli pop.  He keep pushing my head further down and I begin to gag. Now he says breathe through your nose but don't stop.  I must have sucked him for five minutes when all of a sudden, I get the first blast of cum shooting down my throat then a second and finally the last

After I finished, he let me up, now that wasn't so bad, just think of all the fun we are going to have. There is no more, please get out.  Not so soon, there will be more when I want it.  Remember, you need a job, and by the way I now know everything about you and also how do you like these pictures i have of you on my phone.  Remember this is a small town and I don't thionk you want anyone seeing these.

David got up and as he was leaving, he gave me his business card ... call me tomorrow morning.

To be continued..