Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 03:01:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: clozetbiguy@yahoo.com
Subject: Steve (MM/oral)

Even though the events in this story actually
happened nearly two years ago, I still think
about them - and beat off to them - daily.  I
still can't believe I blew this straight kid
from work (I was his supervisor, for crying out
loud!) for the better part of a year.  I mean,
it's not like I didn't actually enjoy it, and he
seemed to like it too; he came every single
time.  We even had a little joke about me eating
his sperm; we called it "swallowing the
evidence". It's just that I still can't believe
the risks we took with me blowing him all the
time.

Looking back, I probably should've figured out
sooner that he played me like a fiddle, `sucking
up' (figuratively, not literally) to his fag
supervisor, using his cute straight-boy-ness to
his full advantage.  I used to cut him miles of
slack, overlooked his frequent tardiness, gave
him extra days off, and eventually allowed
myself to be manipulated into blowing him.

I should probably back up here and give you some
background about me, and how I got myself
involved in that insane situation.  Two summers
ago, when I was 38, I was a supervisor in a cube
farm in a big Canadian city.  I'm gay but
totally closeted as far as work goes.  I don't
even go out to gay bars because we had a few
younger employees who were `out' and made no
secret about going to the dance clubs.

Anyway, about 2 years ago a new hire got
assigned to my team and I kind of took a liking
to him.  I didn't figure him to be gay at all,
but he was kind of good looking, short, a bit
stocky (typical PC nerd, couch potato, X-Box and
PS2 addict, no exercise, etc.), nice big bulge
in his too tight jeans. Not a fashion bug at
all, thank God.  I can't stand that baggy, hip-
hugger look, can't make out any details.  Steve
(not his real name) turned out to be a really
friendly guy, a quick learner, and even though
he was 20 at the time we hit it off immediately
as co-workers and as friends.

I managed to engineer it so that he sat at the
workstation across from my cubicle, so I got to
check him out all day long and I even got to see
the occasional crotch shot, or him scratching
himself, nice eye-candy.  Shortly after he
arrived on my team we started taking breaks and
lunches together, even occasionally restroom
breaks together.

I remember the first time I caught a peak of his
meat I almost dropped to my knees right there at
the urinals.  I couldn't believe this short
stocky kid had such a big dick.  He wasn't shy
about exposing his meat either, although he did
it rather nonchalantly.  Most guys will step in
close to the urinal so as not to expose
themselves.  But Steve would stand back a bit
from the urinal and hold his cock with his right
hand wrapped around the base like he was about
to stroke it, and he still had about two or
three inches hanging down outside of his
fingers.  Looking back on those times now, I
can't believe I was so na^Ėve that I didn't
realize he was doing all that on purpose.

We eventually started socializing outside of
work too.  It started out innocently enough with
happy hour one evening. Then we started doing
more stuff together, movies, sports bars, etc.
In various men's rooms I managed to sneak the
occasional peek at his meat, and that was enough
for me.
After I got home I'd beat off thinking about his
cock in my mouth but that was about it.  I kept
it strictly on the up and up, never hitting on
him or anything.  I was his supervisor, after
all.

One of the first hints of things to come was
probably his obsession with head, talking about
it frequently, groping his crotch, re-arranging
his package.   Probably another clue was his
huge collection of porn.  Most of it was
straight porn, but he did have some bi and orgy
stuff.  It was all bootlegged stuff downloaded
form porn sites and burned to CD's and DVD's.
When I'd visit his apartment he usually had
something porn-related running on his PC, either
downloading or burning.  When we sat around
drinking and watching TV, he'd invariably slip
in a porn DVD of chicks giving blowjobs.  The
straight stuff didn't do much for me, but I
loved sneaking glances at his stiffie every once
in a while.  It made for great fantasy jerk off
material later. Later on Steve was to tell me
that it was around this time when he started to
wonder a) if I was gay, and b) if he could get
me drunk enough to blow him.

One night we'd been out playing pool and darts,
and drinking heavily until nearly 1 AM.
Together we staggered back to his apartment for
a few more beers.  He grabbed the remote and
turned on the TV and DVD player.  A cheesy porn
flick came on; with a slutty blonde chick
completely deepthroating a black guys monster
cock.  I stared in fascination at the guy's
hardon, it was beautiful.

Steve was sitting to my left on the couch, and
out of the corner of my eye I could see him
massaging and repositioning his meat.  After a
few more minutes of Steve watching her, and me
glancing at Steve, he stood up suddenly, swayed
a bit, and slurred something like "Fuck it, man,
can't take it any more", and then he walked out
of the living room and into the bathroom.

I heard some rummaging sounds, like a drawer
opening and closing, then he walked back into
the living room with 2 towels.  He tossed one to
me and I caught it on my lap.  He stripped off
his t-shirt and dropped it on the floor.  He
then proceeded to unbuckle his belt, opened his
jeans, and pushed his jeans and boxers down to
his ankles. He sat down on the couch, to my
left, and then draped the towel across his
stomach.  And then completely unselfconsciously,
he grabbed his hardon and started to stroke it.
I was mesmerized, watching his hand go up and
down his thick meaty shaft.  He looked over at
me with his dopey, drunken grin and said "C'mon
dude, go ahead, do it!"

To this day I can't believe I obeyed him.  I
stood up, took off my t-shirt, dropped my pants
and underwear, and sat back down on the couch
with the towel across my lap.  I started
stroking my hardon (which is not really that big
compared to Steve's; I'm only about 5 inches).
Steve laughed in a friendly way at my dick size,
gesturing towards me with his cockhead and said
"Ha ha, mine's bigger!"  I laughed too and said
something like "Yeah, you got a nice big one,
but mine works perfectly well for me".

This went on for a few minutes, with Steve
stroking his cock, looking back and forth from
his to mine, me staring at his cock while
stroking mine.  I was totally staring at his
cock when he said "Do you want to touch it?"  I
must have hesitated just a second too long, just
long enough for him to let go of his cock and
reach his right hand over to grab my left hand.
Then he wrapped my left hand around his shaft,
holding it there in place with his right hand,
and then he started to stroke his cock using my
hand.  It felt so hot and hard and soft, I loved
it.
I couldn't believe I was actually stroking this
guy's dick. I was in a trance watching it.

This went on for a bit until I heard Steve clear
his throat and say "Dude".  I looked up at him
and he gave me an evil smile and said "So, wanna
suck it?"  By now my head was spinning (and not
just from the beer).  Here I was stroking his
beautiful cock, thinking exactly what he just
asked me!  Like he read my mind, although
knowing me I was probably licking my lips in
anticipation.  Again I must have hesitated too
long, and he correctly interpreted my hesitation
as yes.  He placed his right hand on the back of
my head and pulled my face down to his waiting
cock.  There was no more foreplay.  I took his
cock into my mouth and sucked on it.  He didn't
really have to force me, although his hand felt
re-assuring, pushing my head down on his boner.

I was in an awkward position leaning over from
his right side.  As I shifted to a more
comfortable position he said "Dude, get on your
knees".  He didn't have to tell me twice. I
stood, shucked off my pants, underwear, and
socks, and then I removed his too.  Now I had
easy, comfortable access to his delicious
looking and smelling crotch.  I went to town,
chowing down on his meat.

Completely forgetting that I was his supervisor
at work, or that up until that night I never
told him I was gay or that I secretly wanted to
blow him, there I was, down on my knees, totally
subservient to this kid half my age, sucking his
cock with a vengeance, like the fag whore I am.
I made love to that man's crotch, kissing,
licking, and sucking.  I buried my nose into his
hairy ball sack and got dizzy from his scent.  I
nearly came on myself from the sheer ecstasy of
blowing him.  He suddenly grabbed 2 fistfuls of
my hair and shoved my head down on his cock and
held it there. I felt his legs tense up, then I
heard him moaning and groaning like an animal,
then I felt his cock throb in my mouth as he
exploded his load into my mouth.

I'm proud to say I took his whole load without
losing a single drop.  I continued to gently
lick and suck his shaft and tip.  I licked his
whole shaft clean, and then I milked it a few
times, and gently licked the last few drops of
his white love from his piss slit.  I kissed his
cockhead a couple more times, and then I rested
my head on his crotch so I could lick his ball
sack without too much effort.

When I eventually looked up at Steve he had his
head leaned back on the couch and his right arm
was draped over his eyes, as if he didn't want
to look down at the slutty fag who had just
drained his nuts dry.  I was so horny I was
afraid I'd explode.  I timidly asked him "Steve,
can I please keep sucking your cock while I jerk
off into the towel?"  He nodded once but didn't
say anything.

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my
boner.  Then I picked up his cock and slowly
sucked it back into my mouth. It was still semi-
erect, so I managed to get some gagging and deep-
throating action going on.

Since he was just sitting there passively, I
decided to see if he'd let me rim him.  I picked
up his right leg and
lifted it on to the couch.  He went along
nicely.  He leaned over to his left and rested
his head on his left arm.  I started licking his
balls, and then I moved to the area of skin
between his balls and asshole.  I figured if he
didn't want me to do this, then he would stop me
anytime.  So I just kept going.

I spread his butt cheeks and ran my tongue up
and down his butt crack, over and over.  It was
salty and delicious.  I was delirious with lust.
Not only was he not resisting me but he was
actually starting to moan in agreement.  As soon
as I heard that I jammed the tip of my tongue
into his shit hole as hard and as deep as I
could.  Now that got a reaction out of him!  I
think he said something like "fuck yeah, feels
good" or "feels great", so I ate his sweaty,
hairy ass non-stop, until I finally shot my load
into the towel.  My orgasm was probably closer
to an explosion.  I felt myself trembling
afterwards.  I withdrew my tongue and gently
kissed and licked his ass hole, then his balls,
then the tip of his cock.

He sat up and dropped his right leg to the
floor.  He looked down at me and said "Dude,
that was fucking hot.  I never had anyone eat my
ass before.  Now I'm fucking horny again. Shit,
dude, blow me again!"

Having just shot my wad I wasn't sure if I'd be
into doing it again soon, but as I would soon
come to find out now that I'd gone past the
point of no return, there would be no refusing
Steve's blowjob appetite.  He held his hardon up
and pulled my head back down onto his cock.  I
didn't even try to protest.  What was I going to
say?  I'm not into that? I don't suck cock?  I
don't swallow cum?  And you know what?  Truth be
told, I actually liked it a little, being forced
by this young straight kid to suck his dick.
So, yeah, I sucked him off again.  He didn't cum
as much the second time, but it wasn't any less
gratifying for him or me.  And I have to admit
that I got horny again, and I continued sucking
and rimming him again until I shot another load
into the towel.  I laid there while his cock
went soft in my mouth.

He put his hand on my forehead and moved my head
away from his dick, and then he stood, wiped
down his butt and crotch with a towel and then
he dropped it on my lap.  He walked to his
bedroom and I heard the door shut.  I fell
asleep on the floor.

I woke up the next morning still on the floor,
hung-over as hell, naked, covered only with two
stiff, cum-stained towels.  I sat on the edge of
the couch and draped a towel over my crotch.  As
I looked around the living room I saw clothing
scattered everywhere, socks, jeans, underwear, t
shirts.  I picked up Steve's socks and underwear
and before I could even press them against my
face I had a raging hardon.

I couldn't believe what I had done the night
before.  My life was completely fucked.  I had
twice sucked off and rimmed a straight co-worker
who was nearly half my age, and who happened to
be a member of my team.  What the fuck was I
thinking?  As I sat there in a state of self-
recrimination, holding his socks and underwear
against my face, I heard his bedroom door open.
I remember thinking "Oh shit, what if he's mad
at me?"  I quickly dropped his socks and
underwear to the floor.

I looked up as he walked across the living
towards me.  He was scratching his head with one
hand and his balls with the other.  He didn't
say a word, just walked right up to me, yawned,
and stuck his morning wood in my mouth.  He held
onto my head with both hands and did a gentle
pelvic thrust into my face.  I think he didn't
like the angle or something because he took a
step back, holding onto my head, keeping my
mouth on his cock and he pulled me off the couch
onto my knees.

As I slid to my knees I nearly cried tears of
joy, hungrily sucking his beautiful boner.  He
came pretty quickly with a low grunt, and he
held on to my head as I milked his shaft and
then licked it clean.  After he got done cumming
he just stood there with his dick in my mouth,
and then I realized he was letting me continue
to suck him while I jerked off. I quietly came
into the towel.

I didn't realize it right away but blowing Steve
caused our friendship to change.  I was no
longer the alpha male by virtue of being twice
his age, or even his supervisor. There was a
definite shift in the dynamics of our
relationship.  From now on I was his blowjob
cunt, pure and simple.  I blew him anywhere,
anytime, whenever he wanted a blowjob.  There
were times he'd order me to blow him and he
wasn't even really horny, he just liked the ego
trip of ordering me onto my knees to blow him.
Of course, no guy can stop himself from getting
hard once his dick is in a mouth, so even those
times when he would just be fucking with my mind
he'd still get hard and cum.  We both laughed
about that.

We were still friends, sort of.  We still went
out drinking or to movies, etc.  But from then
on I blew him all the time, no hesitation, no
questions asked.  I blew him every single day at
work, in the underground car park.  On his day
off I'd go to his house and blow him, and on my
day off he'd stop by my place for head.  He very
generously fed me his cum as often as he needed
to.  I blew him in the theatre.  I blew him in
the men's room at the mall.  I blew him in the
woods, at the beach, even while he was driving
down the highway.  He even very graciously let
me keep sucking on his cock after he came so I
could jerk off.

Many times I would initiate the blowjob.  I
wouldn't wait for him to ask me or order me to
blow him; I would just drop to my knees in the
kitchen or in the middle of the living room and
I'd pull down his pants and suck him dry. I'd
lick him clean and then pull up his underwear
and pants and close up his belt.  Sometimes I'd
stay on my knees and kiss his bulge thru his
jeans.  He knew I was addicted to his cock, and
he made sure it was in my mouth as often as
possible. There were many times that I got so
aroused from sucking him that I'd cum in my
jeans, and I've have to change before we went
out.

After a blowjob he'd say silly stuff like "That
was your daily dose of vitamin C", or "You've
got the whitest teeth I've ever cum across", or
"Don't ever let anyone call you a lousy
cocksucker; because you know what? You're not -
you're an excellent cocksucker!", and then he'd
howl with laughter.

Or he'd say "Damn, you're a good cocksucker.
Good for me, I guess" or "I can't believe you
like licking my shitter; wait a minute, I can't
believe I like you licking my shitter", and then
we'd both laugh.  I didn't care.  I was in fag
Heaven, from being used for head daily by a
horny young, straight guy.

I used to love it when he would snap his fingers
and point to the floor and say "Hey, homoslut,
on your knees, I got a load of hot, salty
cocksnot for you!"

This went on for nearly a year until he moved
out to the west coast.  After he left I cried.