Word Gets Around

Word Gets Around

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He smiled and said, “Bob, I know all about your little, shall we call it a hobby.” There it was out in the open. I was ashamed to hear him say it. So now I knew the other shoe had been dropped. Stunned, I sat there and said nothing. And neither did he. He just kept looking at me with a stupid grin on his face. 

Finally I was sick of the look on his face and asked, “So what happens now? Am I ruined? Are you going to talk to Linda? Call the cops and have me arrested? What?”

Leaning back in his chair, Frank put his hand on his crotch and said, “I guess that depends on you.”

At first I didn’t know what he was talking about, but when he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock I knew what he wanted. I was both shocked and relieved at the same time. As he stood up and removed his pants, I moved over and knelt in front of him. I reached up and gently cupped his balls as I brought my face towards his crotch. Turning my head, I rested my cheek against the shaft of his flaccid cock. He moaned, “Uuuum,” when I took his now semi hard cock into his mouth.

It wasn’t long until he was full hard. He lifted his head and said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt lips on my cock. Mrs. Andrews doesn’t suck.”

After I’d suck on him for a while Frank led me into the bedroom. There was nothing special about Frank, so I’d never really looked at him until we got in the bedroom and he started stripping off all his clothes. Like me, he was in his mid-40s, but probably a couple of years older than me. He was about 5-foot 10, and fairly good-looking even though he had a paunch and was balding rapidly.

We got naked and climbed on his king size bed. As I moved between his legs, I eagerly started kissing and sucking on his cock. He sighed, "Ooooooh yesssss," and seemed to be in seventh heaven when I moved down and began to lick his balls. Knowing what men like, my tongue found its way to his asshole and I licked there too. He sighed again as he placed his hand behind my head and held me there for a couple of minutes.

Moving my head up, I ran my tongue along the underside of his hard cock. He was only about 5-inches, so I had no trouble taking him all the way into my mouth. Closing my mouth over it, I used my tongue to press his cock up against the roof of his mouth. I held his cock in that pressure cooker for a while and then, started slowly backing off as I continued to hold the pressure. 

When my lips reached the head of his cock he screamed, “Oh god, he said you were good but I had no idea. I’m cumming Bob. Take my cum, take it all, Aaaaaah.”

In his excitement, Frank grabbed the back of my head and almost violently shoved his cock down my throat. My nose was pressed into his kinky pubic hair and his balls were flopping against my chin. As Frank tensed up and held himself immobile, I could actually feel the cum boiling up in his balls. Finally, he erupted and it felt like a dam had busted. I almost chocked when what felt like a quart of cum pulsed into my mouth. Frank went totally silent, surprised at the amount of cum he poured into my mouth, as I continued sucking and swallowing his cum. As I milked all the cum out of his cock, I coughed and his syrupy, white cum dripped down my chin. Eagerly I sucked every last drop out of him and then cleaned his cock with my tongue.

As we were catching our breath, I gently cupped balls and said, “I don’t mind telling you that you scared the shit out of me. When I came over here, I thought you were going to ‘out’ me to everyone. I was petrified.”

“I apologize for that,” said Frank. “It had crossed my mind to do that and had you been uncooperative it was and still is a real possibility. But like I said earlier, my silence did and still does depend on your pleasing me, which I’m glad to say that you did. You pleased me so well that the next time my wife leaves town, I hope we can do this again.”

Feeling relieved, at least temporarily, I left Frank’s and head back towards home. There was still time to swing by the flea market and pick up a little merchandise, so it ended up being a very interesting day. 

After that that things went relative smooth, until Monday morning when I walked into the bank to make my weekly deposit. While I stood in line at the teller’s window, Brandon Bates, one of the banks vice presidents came up and asked if he could speak to me. I finished my business with the teller and followed him into his office. 

 “Bob,” he said, “You know Frank Andrews, don’t you? Well, he’s one of the bank’s trustees and he suggested that we might have some mutual interests.”

“And what would that be?” I asked, becoming suspicious.

 “I think you can guess what I mean,” answered Brandon with a nasty grin. “Come to my home this Saturday. The wife and kids will be away, so we’ll have some privacy.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Was the whole damn town bi-sexual? As I left Brandon’s office, I felt like I was being blackmailed. But why complain, Brandon was a good-looking guy, and a nice dresser. He looked as much like a Playboy model as I’ve ever seen. I'm guessing 6-foot 1 or 2ish and perhaps Mediterranean. You know, with the great olive tanned skin and blackish hair.

Having no choice, as instructed I went to Brandon’s house on Saturday. He met me at the door wearing a robe and wordlessly led me straight to his bedroom. With his back to me, Brandon untied his robe and let it swing open. When he turned Brandon’s dick was hanging out and he had a nasty leer on his face. He was very proud of his dick; too, because when moved in front of me, he held it up so that I could admire it. I was in awe. I couldn’t believe how big his dick was. It must have been at least 9 or 10-inches long, maybe bigger. And very fat, almost the size of a can of Glade air freshener, with a big reddish head peeking out of his foreskin.

Still without a word Brandon let his robe slid off and drop to the floor. As he lay on the bed, he watched me undress. When I dropped my pants Brandon said, “Don’t bother taking your underwear off, Bob, I’m not interested in your cock, I just want your mouth on mine.”

As I climbed on the bed and wrapped my hand around his monstrous dick, Brandon chuckled, “I hear you give a great deep throat.”

“I don’t know how much of this giant I can take,” I murmured nervously.

“My wife tries to satisfy me but she can’t take but about half of it, so I need you to take it all. For your sake, I hope you don’t disappoint me.” Then with a nasty sneer, Brandon ordered me to, “Open your mouth.” Man, he was huge. His dick was so fat that I popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost chocked before my saliva got his dick wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, Brandon roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full.

Submissively, I cupped Brandon’s large balls in the palm of my hands and began moving my mouth slowly down his rock hard shaft. It damn well filled my mouth it was so thick. Slowly so as not to gag, I lowered my head inches at a time until I felt the enormous head of his cock begin to enter my throat. Almost panicking, I backed off and took another deep breath. Again I forced more of him down my throat and again I had to back off. There was about 3-inches that I just couldn’t seem to get in.

 “Don’t quit now Bob. I want you to take it all,” Brandon, laughed contemptuously

Now it became a challenge to me. Backing off again, but this time just a couple of inch, I took a very deep breath and plunged down on it hard. I almost did it, but I had to breathe. As I pulled off and gasped for breath he said, “Man, you are good, you almost did it. Try again…you only have about an inch to go.”

I rested for a moment. “You’re a challenge,” I told him.

 “You can do it,” Brandon said, “I heard that you were the best.”

 “If I live through this,” I moaned, “It’ll be a miracle. Bracing myself again for the challenge, I took several deep breaths and then plunged down again. His shaft was so wet with my saliva and his pre-cum that it went down easier this time. When I felt the head sliding into my throat again, I quickly forced myself further down onto that cock. And I did it. I felt his pelvis bone against my nose. I felt his pubic hair around my lips. Just as I was about to back off he tensed up and cummed. Streams of scalding hot cum were shooting directly into my throat. I managed to just get the head out of my throat and took a deep breath through my nose. As his cum kept shooting into my mouth, it started coming out my nose. It was overflowing my lips. I took my mouth completely off his cock and he was still spurting. Laughing, he was holding his shaft and shooting cum all over my face. When his orgasm subsided, he squeezed a final drop onto my lips.

 “That was the most fantastic experience I’ve ever had,” Brandon exclaimed. “You’re better than any cunt I’ve ever had. You have a tremendous talent.”

I was pleased that I made him so happy, but my jaw was sore and his cum was still running down my throat. While he got dressed and I used his bathroom to wash my mouth and clean the cum from my face and neck.

As Brandon showed me out, he said, “I’d definitely like to have you do that to me again sometime.”

 Without acknowledging his request, I went out and drove home.

Later that evening, as Linda was putting the finishing touches on dinner, I was absently watched her move sensuously around the kitchen. She was wearing a sexy little red dress that was low in the front and showed a lot of cleavage. When she leaned over the sink and the material was pulled tight across her shapely derriere, I was turned on. What the fuck was I, a freak? I liked burying my dick in a nice warm, wet pussy, but I couldn't stop thinking about having a cock in my mouth. I loved the taste of cum oozing across my tongue and down my throat and the feel of a man's cum filled balls in my hand.

While we were getting ready for bed, the phone rang. When I answered it, a big voice boomed, “Hey Bob, this is Reverend Jones. Are you busy tomorrow? If you’re not, I could use some company. I’ve got to pick up a friend of a friend at the Love Field and give him a lift to his motel.”

“Sure…no problem. See you tomorrow.”

When Linda walked out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts, I couldn’t get over what a very attractive woman she was. Since she was 15-years younger than me, time hadn’t taken a toll on her has luscious body yet. Let me describe how she looks. Linda is 5-foot 10-inches tall. Her shoulder length hair is very black and shiny. It seems to shimmer as she turns her head. Her 36c breasts are satiny smooth with large nipples. Her nipples seem to stay hard all the time. She has a sexy body with a small waist, narrow hips and long lovely dancer’s legs that flow into a well-turned ankle. Even her feet are pretty. When she looks down in a shy pose, then lifts those eyelids and looks at you with her coal black eyes, a certain emotion of sex makes a man tingle. But her best feature as far as I’m concerned is her tight little butt.

Everything about Linda was so sensuous and sophisticated. I was mesmerized by her trim body and her style, and I don’t think that I’ve ever seen another woman that could wear cloths with as much style as Linda did. I loved the way that she wore cloths so much, that she became my living, breathing Barbie doll. I seized any excuse to take her shopping and by her beautiful dresses. I, also, look for thing for us to do and places for us to go that would allow her to wear these stunning dresses.

There had been malls in Florida when I’d been there in the military, but the mall concept was new to Texas. Six Flags was our first one and it had only been open for a month. So one afternoon, out of curiosity I was walking through mall checking it out. I saw a dress in the window of a ladies shop that was made for Linda. It was a very modest white, ankle length, 1940's style dress with a high neckline and long sleeves. One look and I immediately went back to my car, drove straight home and brought her back to try it on.

While she was in the dressing room putting it on, a shoe salesman came to ask me what size shoe my wife wore. Then he showed me a pair of ‘high-button’ that went perfect with the dress. I handed them over the change room door to Linda, and ask her to put them on before she came out. When she came out, she was a vision of loveliness. She was sheathed in white from her feet to her neck, and was so angelic looking that it almost made me cry.

This dress could not have come at a better time. The next weekend was Easter and I was taking her to visit some of her relatives. It would be a perfect dress to wear to church on Easter Sunday. Now all we had to do was find a hat to go with the dress. When we went hat shopping, she kept the dress on so that we could see how the hat would look with the dress.

This was where the real fun began. As we walked down the mall, all eyes, both male and female, were …

To be continued…