My Neighbor’s Glory Hole

My Neighbor's Glory Hole (bi)

Waiting for my wife I wasted my time watching tv. When she wasn't working at the hospital I didn't waste my time. She had plenty for me to do.

So on work nights, with time on my hands, I started to notice a pattern. Guys would pull up and go into my neighbor's garage without going to the front door first.

I watched with keen but perplexed interest. They would be in there for ten to thirty minutes then just leave. Sometimes it would be three guys a week and sometimes more. Always guys. Always the same.

One day while cutting the grass, (only diagonal lines, just the way she wanted) I snuck into his yard to peek through his dingy garage window. Everything looked just like a garage would look until I noticed a hole in the door between the garage and the house.

It was a small mystery.

I asked Mike if I could borrow his lawnmower once, pretending mine was broken. We went into his garage and I looked closely at the door. There was a coca-cola poster covering the spot where I thought I'd seen the hole. Maybe I just saw the round top of a coke can?

Another time I was in his house, returning a hacksaw I'd borrowed. I asked to use the restroom and on my way I "accidentally" went down the hall to the garage. Sure enough I saw that hole bored through the door.

Later, I went online and searched for information. "Hole in door" resulted in many sites telling how to fix a hole in a door.

"Hole in door men" resulted in mostly random stuff with one exception. This exception was advice on how to have anal sex in the backdoor. I decided it was unrelated. But it got me thinking and going down a rabbit hole. And if I admit it, seeing how many people were into it, it normalized the act of butt sex in my mind and all these websites were saying it felt great. It opened my thinking to maybe agree to my wife's insistent desire to put her nurse things up my ass.

I didn't bring it up or approach her with my newfound acceptance. But the next time she tried something I just wasn't as adamantly opposed. We were in bed and as she was fiddling with my nipples it was turning me on greatly. I'm sure that was a factor. So then she pushed on my side, to get me to roll over. This is where I would normally start to object, but this time I let her turn me on my stomach.

She tried to be sneaky by reaching between my legs and massaging my balls sensually. I relaxed into the mattress, spreading my legs to give her access. "Ethan, as a nurse, I can tell you that coffee has great health benefits, there's liver detoxification, immune boosting, and people even use it to treat cancer." She was quietly rubbing her little pinky on my taint, getting closer and closer to my back door. "It's a simple thing to do it as an enema, then think how healthy you'll be?"

Annoyed, I lifted my head, "You keep trying to get me to do weird stuff. Stuff that's just way out of bounds, more than any normal people do."

She looked at me with a sideways grin, "What if we just did something normal back there?"

I let my head drop down on the mattress again. I acted as if I had finally resigned myself to giving in to her wishes. But I was actually curious and wondered if I might like it, "Ohhh, alright. You can do something small and normal." I spread my legs just a little wider, turning my ankles outward.

She practically shrieked for joy. Sitting up she rummaged around in the night table where she kept all her nurse/patient sex toys. In an instant she pulled her hand out, "These are small and EVERYBODY does them." And the next thing I knew she was stuffing these plastic beads on a string up my bum. It didn't feel amazing, but it wasn't bad either. I didn't really believe it was normal, but it was nice to see her so happy.

Next she announced, "Ok, it's time for the best part. Up on your knees." I let her put me on all fours. She started jacking off my cock, bringing me closer to an orgasm. The big surprise was when I was just about to cum she started pulling and popping the beads out of my ass one by one. I shot my cum out like a rocket. It was intense. The best handjob ever.

Slumped with my shoulders down and my ass still up I hated to admit it, "Ok, you were right. It was really good." And so butt play became a thing that we did. Well, with my butt anyway.

Mulling it around for a couple days, later I entered, "hole in door sex" into the search engine. This time many videos came up showing sexy women sucking cock through a hole in a door. The videos were highly erotic and the idea of being serviced by one of those women through a door was unrelentingly hot.

So, another day I was home alone waiting until my wife, Cora, came back from her late shift. She told me repeatedly that I should always wait for her. But she didn't always want sex at the same time I did. So I stroked one out. My tiny load dribbled out, dripping onto my hand and belly. Oh, to be young again when it would shoot big gobs straight up at least four inches but sometimes as high as a couple feet. I longed for those days. I cleaned up with tissue, flushing the evidence of my solitary indiscretion.

The next night was one of her days off. Images of nude women kneeling in front of doors, sucking cocks, filled my mind. When I kissed her lips my thoughts were of her with her lips wrapped around a big cock protruding through a glory hole. I said nothing. Never in a million years would she do that. This was the struggle she and I had. This was the complete opposite of who she was. I had to shake myself when my mind turned it around so it was her telling me to kneel in front of a door. I didn't want her to win even in my imagination.

After that gay thought, I needed to reclaim my manhood, I laid her back on the bed: kissing her prone and hopefully submissive body all over. This might be the moment I exerted MY dominance.

She let me delight in her body until I got ready for penetration. I was foolish to have dreamed that she would have gone for that scene, "Ethan, haven't I showed you better? I need to be on top."

"What if you don't? I can be on top sometimes."

"Don't be silly. You can cum whether you're on the top or the bottom. I can only cum when I'm on top." She pushed me over, rolling until her body covered mine. Rocking her hips she scissored her legs on my cock, letting her smooth thigh-skin caress me until it grew and she could work it into her pussy. Sometimes she rode me cowgirl. But she preferred this position, the one she called 'inverted missionary.' Her claim was that missionary was the traditional patriarchal position so this was the remedy. Regardless, my cock loved her pussy no matter what and in no time I was pushing my dick up into her body in the throes of passion.

The next day was a shift day for her. I had time to ponder my neighbor, and call me slow, but while doing that internet search on doors my thoughts continued to be in disbelief that there was no woman living in Mike's house to suck off all those men.

Then it dawned on me that Mike might be gay. Though I'd seen him date women before and he was nothing if not manly and aggressively Alpha, it was a wild explanation. But then again, there was no way he was a cock swinger.

I put it out of my mind until yet another evening I happened to see a guy creep furtively into Mike's garage. The thought popped into my head to confront the guy when he came out: to make him tell me what he did in there.

I dashed out the door, not even sure if it closed properly. I avoided the oil spot my wife's car left on the driveway then scurried across the street. I milled around outside waiting. This guy would come out in ten to thirty minutes. I hoped for ten.

It was only thirty seconds later when the guy came rushing past me and left before I could stop him. But he left the side garage door ajar.

I peeked inside. There was light streaming into the garage from the house. Cautiously, I approached the hole.

Would there somehow be a woman behind that hole? A fleeting image of Cora flashed through my mind. In my imagination she didn't actually leave for work. Instead she was kneeling behind that door several times a week. It was a stupid intrusive thought. I mean, she brought home a steady paycheck. My mind was crazy.

Furthermore, she wasn't at all subservient. In fact, she and I struggled for control constantly in our relationship. If anything she would want ME behind that door. Anyway, most likely Mike was a secret cocksucker?

As I stood next to the hole, Mike spoke, "I thought you gave up. But I'm glad you're still here." I didn't know what to say to that. He thought that stranger was still here.

Mike continued, "Tap the door if you want to continue. He didn't know it was me - I tapped just to see what would happen.

Mike brought his mouth close to the hole. I knew it!

He said, "Tap twice for blowjob. Tap thrice for anal."

I was at a crossroads. Not about tapping twice or thrice. But about tapping at all. Getting a blowjob from a hot chick behind a door would be fantastic. Heck, getting a BJ from an ugly girl would be just fine too. And Cora only gave blowjobs when they fit into her authority kink. You know, it's not often that a dominant wife gives blowjobs. Having her pussy eaten fit her artifices more fully.

Mike hissed, "Tap it, dude." Impulsively, I obeyed, tapping it twice. Dropping my pants, I decided to step out of them and lay them over a nearby bench while he blew me. It would be bad if some evidence spilled on my pants.

I folded them nicely, placing them on the bench, but when I looked up, Mike's cock was emerging through the hole into my side. I'd understood it all wrong.

Instantly, I turned to go. Then pivoted back to collect my pants. In my haste my hand brushed against his cock. It was hot, smooth, soft, and hard all at the same time. But most importantly, unbelievably large. And he had gasped when my hand accidentally grazed it.

I gawked in awe. I didn't know cocks got that large. I didn't know they felt so hot and sexy.

"Come on, man, touch it again."

I did want to see if it really felt as hot as I first thought. Purely as a scientific experiment I reached out with a single finger and placed it on the head.

Wow! It was burning hot, like fever-hot. And the head was spongey.

"You're amazing. Touch it again. Wrap your hand around it."

He thought I was amazing? Gingerly I wrapped my hand around the pole. It WAS hard! And it throbbed.

"If you tug it you can milk a drop out." Really? So soon? So I tried. With the very first pull I gave it, a clear drop emerged. The drop was big. It slowly stretched, then dripped to the floor. This was crazy! I never dripped so soon.

I wanted to see another. Sure enough, I milked another, then another drop out. Each of them successively falling to the floor and gathering in a pool. All the while he was crooning softly and telling me how good I was. Cora never told me how good I was. Instead she told me I was a bad boy and tried to use it as an excuse to 'punish' me. So far I had resisted successfully and never been punished.

Then it felt gay when he suggested I start the BJ. Instantly I dropped his cock, heading for the door. I was still holding my pants and when I stopped to put them on, he begged. "You can't leave me like this. It's been days and my balls are so blue they ache."

Frozen, I failed to zip up. I've heard how bad blue balls are. He was pleading, "I need relief. Anything. A handy. You just can't torture me like this. I'm dripping just from what you started and it won't be long until I blow a cup-load halfway across the room." The image was mesmerizing. If he hadn't said 'cup-load' I would have been gone.

Even from here I could see a string of bewitching goo stretching from his big mushroom halfway to the floor. I did that! I was responsible. I could finish what I started and it would be so cool to see it fly halfway across the room.

I noticed a short stool and the legs screeched on the floor as I pulled it over to sit on it. The dripping spooge was fascinating from up close. First a string would grow long, and then hit the floor with a splat. As I milked his beast another drop would form and elongate. There was so much! And while the ick was getting on my hand, it was worth it to watch it magically emerge.

Cora got my mess on her hand sometimes too, but it was usually as a part of what she called a 'ruined orgasm.' I hated it when she ruined my orgasms. But we had a tense deal. The times when she deprived me like that were followed a day or two later by a partial blowjob - not to completion.

I pumped his magnificent cock for an agonizingly long time. It was like eight inches long so I brought my other hand to bear its weight. Just when I'd thought I'd seen the biggest cock ever, the fucking thing snaked out another three inches. This had to be the sign that he was gonna shoot.

I scootched my stool to the side so it wouldn't hit me when it flew. But he didn't cum. His tool was just bigger and harder and more menacingly beautiful.

Gazing at it from the side it was the same length as my arm from elbow to wrist except now it supported its own weight.

I stroked and stroked and my arms grew tired: he was taking so long. At this rate I was gonna have to go without seeing the main event. Then Mike begged, "Kiss it. Just kiss the side and you'll make me finish." I would never abandon his cock, never ruin a man's orgasm.

I so badly wanted him to finish and shoot half a cup across the room. And the side wasn't threatening like the gooey end. It was dry and soft, just skin, and there was no harm in a little kiss. That's what Cora told me when she made me kiss her vibrator. She also told me that, unlike this, anything that happens between a man and a woman is straight by definition. This was yet another area of conflict between us. Why couldn't we just fuck like normal couples?

His cock was right there, a mere four inches from my face. I leaned in, then faltered. He said it would make him finish. I glanced to my left gauging how far his cum would land. On impulse I gave it a peck, then backed off watching and waiting for the spurts.

Of course nothing happened. Unless you count the deep soulful moan I heard escape my neighbor's lips. I stroked faster and kissed it again, except that this time I let my lips linger. I pumped and kissed and watched for the cum-shot. None came.

Maybe if I moved my other hand to his nutsack?

I caressed those hairy orbs. I stroked the long shaft with my best technique. And when I kissed the side I allowed my lips to part just a little. It tasted surprisingly good. Better than my wife's tit and just as soft. But still no show.

Mike was getting desperate to cum and I was getting desperate to see it. I tugged his sack. I shifted to a milking action with my strokes. And when I kissed the side of his log I ran my tongue along most of the length. I swear it gave a jerk.

I couldn't stop now, even if I was late getting home. Picking up the pace I tugged, I stroked, and I wrapped my lips as far around the side of his sausage as I could. Running my tongue along the shaft I rained kisses from the root to within an inch of the scary leaking head. It started jerking regularly so I knew I was onto something.

My hand was getting wet with goo and the goo was being spread onto his shaft. It had to happen, but the next time I ran my mouth up the side a wetness permeated my mouth. It was shockingly sweet and syrupy. And good.

It didn't taste at all like when my cum got on Cora's hand and we would wrestle, me trying to avoid having my aborted ejaculate forced into my mouth. Every time she did her little power trip she promised me that the next time we had sex it would be with her on the bottom. But then she would make excuses and avoid any sex at all until I was so desperate I would give up my claim.

The next time my mouth grew close to Mike's cockhead I looked forward to tasting the cummy froth. I closed the distance to the crown, tonguing the ridge which I found to have a very different texture.

Rubbery and coated in sticky nectar I found myself licking all around the crown until there was no denying that I was sucking his cockhead, like, only from the side. Mike's response was to let loose with a list of sexy encouraging compliments. Cora was different, she would have berated me like she was prone to do. Though she wouldn't mean it, it was a game to her.

I'd been here so long my back was starting to hurt in this position. The stool screeched as I shifted to sit in front of Mike's big drooling mushroom. I doubted I could open wide enough to get the penile clementine into my mouth but I was definitely gonna mouth the end till just before he was ready to erupt. Then I would feel it jerk and I would pull off at the last second. My reward would be seeing that long spurt.

I was wrong. The bulb did fit in my widely stretched mouth. I circled my tongue round and round eliciting delightful groans from my alpha neighbor.

I was able to get the entire helmet into my mouth but barely any of the shaft. I sucked hard. I treated his nutsack to my best fingering. And I slurped carelessly, oblivious to the cocksucking sounds I was making.

Together we filled the garage with moans and obscene noises until it happened.

His guttural signs of pleasure didn't change in the slightest to warn me. His cock didn't snake out any longer. His balls didn't draw up tight. But his cum did bounce off the back of my mouth with a sharp thwack.

Two or three shots hit me before I had the wherewithal to pull off. With a mouth full of thick cum I flinched and recoiled, not able to avoid the splats that stained my blue shirt with a darker wetness.

A huge white creamy splat slid down my front. I wiped it with my hands but that only spread it and covered my fingers with goo as well.

Pushing back, the stool's legs screamed as I spit on the floor adding to the sizable spot already there.

I found a handy rag and did my best to wipe up all the nasty cum. It was on my face, in my hair, and running down my neck. Wiping the stuff from my pants I even found some on my erection which stood up straight. I didn't even know I had an erection. But I'm not gay.

Sprinting for the door I threw the rag on the floor in a panic. I ran through the open side door, only stopping at the curb to look both ways before crossing the street.

There driving away were my wife's tail lights. Confused, I walked up my drive realizing that I had in fact left the front door to my house open in my haste. How long had I been pleasuring Mike's cock? Wasn't ten to thirty minutes the norm?

In the house I changed my clothes, soaking the old ones in the utility sink in the basement. It was gross. It was disgusting. It had to become a bad memory.

When the phone rang I answered it, "Ethan, is everything ok?"

"Yea, why wouldn't it be?"

"The front door was wide open. And when I called in you didn't answer."

"I went outside to pick up some garbage on the front lawn. But it had something gooey on it so I was in the basement washing my hands."

"But the door?"

"I didn't want to get garbage on it. Where are you?"

"I was afraid. But I'm coming home now."

Fear must do things to her. Even after a long shift she was more alluring than I'd seen her in a long time. I reasoned that fear was the antithesis of dominance. With a lot of begging she agreed to a quick romp. I needed her that night. And I was even on top for the first time in years.

A few days later she was working the late shift again and from my recliner I could see a car drive up and park in Mike's drive. How did the cocksuckers know? What did the cocksuckers know? Hastily, I wrote a note, dashed out the door and left it on the guy's windshield.

The next day there was a reply in my inbox telling me about a website. On that website there were all manner of ads. In one section of ads were men asking to have their cocks sucked. And one of those ads described a garage with a glory hole. I understood. And all those ads were all so... something.

Days went by, and in my recliner, the news bored me. Curious, I opened that website. Mike's ad was there. I had no intention of going back but I wanted to know things.

I looked across the street and since no car was in his driveway I sent a message to Mike, AKA Bigbopper, "Why not just go to a gay bar?"

About ten minutes later I got an answer, "Because I'm not gay."

"Then why ask a gay man to suck your cock."

"Almost none of them are gay. Because my cock likes it."

"Why would a straight man suck your cock?" I had an ulterior motive for asking this question.

"Because it's an awesome magnetic cock." He sent a picture of it.

He was right. But the whole conversation made me uneasy so I just stopped asking questions.

A few days later Cora was at work. Would a car drive up to Mike's today? Time went by and he was apparently free. I emailed, "Do they ever just touch it?" Touching it had been captivating.

There's always a lag. "Never. They always suck it. Did you open the attachment I sent you last week? What did you think?"

I looked at the pic again. When I caught myself licking my lips I closed it quickly. "It was an overly enticing picture."

He sent me his address, "How long to get here? Ready to suck it?"

I replied, "Its a twenty minute drive. No, I'm not. I'm not gay."

"Then you're just like the others. And now that you've seen it you want it." Boy he had a lot of chutzpa. So, again, I stopped emailing. There was no way I wanted it. I was straight. Naturally I didn't go.

Straight, though imbalanced sex with my wife was better than gay cocksucking with my neighbor, even if he made me feel good. Besides, I found ways to see the positive in her domineering ways. I mean, she and I had more sex than most couples. Mostly because she was trying to clandestinely train me. But frequency is important too.

The next day I needed to make sure my nuts were drained so I could resist my gay urges. She was going to workout, take a quick shower, and visit a friend before going directly from there to work. So my window of opportunity was small. If I missed it I would be home alone with my out of control libido and email.

I approached her at the end of her time on the stationary bike, hugging her damp body from behind, "You always look so hot and sexy when you exercise."

Flushed, with her hair plastered to her face she replied, "You're sweet. But get away from me, I'm all sweaty."

I pressed for a rendezvous, "I know. But you're still hot and in a few minutes when you get out of the shower we can connect in a much needed way before you have to go."

"Oh I'm sorry. That's not gonna work. We're going to be taking pictures and my make-up needs to be perfect."

"Then we'll do it before you shower."

"Ethan! I'll be all stinky." She feigned disgust, but she was smiling.

"And I'll love you so much more for it."

"Oh, Ethan. Just wait till tomorrow."

"You can be on top."

"You must really need it - to make an offer. But you know I need to be on top all the time anyway."

"That's not what I meant. I mean - you can... BE... on top."

She stopped dead in her tracks half undressed for her shower, "So you DO really need it." She flashed her boobs at me and tweaked my dick. "I'll do it on one condition." I was overjoyed that she had agreed. "You know when I'm on top I'll still be sweaty and... stinky..."

"Like I said, not a big deal."

"Except you haven't heard my condition." I waited with an anxious willing expression she could easily read. "After I'm on top, sweaty and stinky, and after you finish, I want to be on top top!"

"Top top!? But we've never..."

"You heard me - your face."

I swallowed audibly, "Ok, you can do it."

Stripping off the rest of her leotard as she propelled me before her, she yelled, "Hurry before you change your mind. You're not gonna change your mind?"

"Uh, we better hurry."

Cora pushed me down on the bed tugging at my pant cuffs and yanking them off me. She didn't bother to remove my underwear choosing instead to pull my cock and balls out through the leg hole. Before I knew it she had swallowed my cock whole sucking life into it. When it was at its full height she climbed aboard cowgirl style.

Plunging up and down at breakneck speed she twisted my nipples, "If you follow through on this you can do it missionary, and be on top, for a week."

"That's what you always say, well, you promise I can be on top anyway, and then it never happens." Her boobs were bouncing up and down hard enough to give her proverbial black eyes.

"This time's different." She bent down quickly to bite one of my nipples. Her sweat-wet hair brushed my face.

I pushed my luck, "I want doggy style too. And I want to spank you." I pushed at her body so she would turn around to reverse cowgirl.

"Don't get greedy. It was you who needed this." She massaged my nuts energetically trying to make me cum fast.

"That was then. Now it's you who needs it." I put my thumb on her butthole, threatening to insert it, just to make my point.

"Ok, if you follow through on top top, for a week, then you can be on top, missionary or doggy, with spanking, for a week." I took a video of her promise with my phone as proof. There was going to be no weaseling out this time. Of course, the video also showed her bouncing her butthole up and down on my inserted thumb.

I gave her ass an authoritarian slap for good measure, then filled her with as much cum as I could muster while screaming my orgasm for the world to hear.

Tired, I lay back under her now even sweatier body. Exhausted and lost in post-nut bliss I didn't even notice her sliding back until her battered pussy was being lowered onto my unsuspecting lips.

Her pubic hair was matted, her hole was gaping open, and I was quite proud of how much cum I'd deposited for a change. Then she was on me. Never one to do anything part-way she plastered her cunt to my mouth with no inconsiderable weight. Immediately she was contracting her Kegel's expelling my cum into my mouth. There was no denying she knew what she wanted.

It dripped into me, stringy, and bitter, and bleachy. Meanwhile, the whole moist area smelled of clean sweat. Except for her butt which was in direct contact with my nose. Her asshole was Earthy and mildly, well you know. But it was still feminine, and that's what I needed right now. I had to immerse myself in the whole female area to prove something to myself.

Then Cora slapped my balls, not too hard, "Why aren't you licking?" My first impulse was to consider the answer. I was suppose to lick. It was the whole reason I was under here. I guessed I'd just forgotten. But it didn't matter why. Why in the fuck do I overthink everything? Another, harder slap, reminded me that I was still ruminating when I should be licking.

So I got busy. I stuck my tongue out and instantly knew that she tasted different. Somehow that tiny infusion of cum, two teaspoons at most, completely changed her flavor and texture. I stuck my tongue as far inside as I could, aiming to let my wife feel it swiping her vaginal walls, attempting to scoop out a theoretical glob of cum.

I kept licking and the more I licked the more she pushed her hole over mine. But I couldn't make globs and globs. All my 'globs' must be gone by now. I wished I could have seeded a cup of goo up there. And no sooner had I wished for all that slime to be in my wife's cunt than I created a mental image of Mike's monstrous wellspring flowing out of her used pussy into my mouth.

And then I had a new dilemma. Cora's slippery cunt was so firmly sealed on my mouth that breathing was hard. But when I was reaching deepest there was an unknown source of air. With trials I figured out that whenever I pushed my chin forward it created a gap.

She liked the chin thing for her own reasons. The next thing I knew she was sliding back and forth, vigorously rubbing her clit on my chin like she was humping one of her vibrators, and if I let my chin relax she complained.

So here she was gliding back and forth from apex to nadir. I'd only had to lick her butt a little before this, but when she was giving her clit a break, she would be grinding her rubbery crinkled spot on my lips, providing me an intimacy with this dirty part of her that was unparalleled. Not satisfied to place her nether-hole on my passive lips she commanded, "Just suck it already!" I complied instantly.

My cock couldn't decide if it liked this or not. It kept growing hard then going half way soft depending on what she was doing to me.

Meanwhile, my cum didn't taste as good as Mike's. But at least this was straight sex - I suppose. Would it become gay sex if I were ingesting my neighbor's cum right now?

With my tongue trying to get into her too tight starfish she brought her fingers to her cunt and frigged herself to a multi-stage orgasm. Everyone knows how a pussy contracts when a woman cums. Did you know that an anal sphincter contracts in synchrony?

Having finished, she decided that her own post-bliss celebration would include gyrating and generally applying every part of her creamy pussy, greasy ass, and slippery buns to every part of my face. Every involved part of us was coated in cum, saliva, and pussy juice, making my face into the messiest it's ever been.

She jumped off, running to the shower, "You keep up your end of the bargain all week and I'll keep up my end all next week."

Her shower was taking a long time and I needed one too. So I went to check on her progress and she stuck her head out for a second, "Ethan, keep your face just like it is until I get home and I'll put a butt plug in your for our next time together."

"Riiiight, I think that's more for you than for me. How about you make me hard like you did today, with your mouth?"

She closed the shower door but yelled out over the top, "We'll do both."

After that creative romp, she was so happy she had a spring in her step and a never ending smile on her face for two days. I liked seeing her so happy.

But then I wondered what she meant when she said I should keep up my end of the bargain 'all week.' I reviewed the video and sure enough, I discovered what I had missed at the time - she was going to sit on my face and feed my cum to me for a whole week. And knowing Cora she was going to make sure that was a seven day week and not a work week. I ended up being right, and she told me it was going to be starting Sunday - which meant in four days.

A couple days later he was free again and unfortunately there was cum in my balls. Beaten by my own urges, I sent a message, hoping in part that he would ignore me, "So do you cum a lot?"

I received a picture of his hand cupping a huge puddle of white gold. I wished I could make half that much. If I could cum like that I'd jerk off everyday just to see it. I'd plaster her face with it trying to hit every landmark. I'd want to completely coat it. Why, I bet there was enough cum there to leave a thick layer over the whole of her ass. But she would never go for that. And now that I'd eaten a creampie she bugged me to commit to more after our week would be up.

I went to my bedroom to jerk off. Then looking at the drops on my stomach I was even more jealous. I got lucky, Cora still didn't want sex so she wouldn't discover I had jerked off without permission. She said I needed to build up my supply for the Sunday creampie kickoff. That night creamy white puddles invaded my dreams.

Then Cora worked an unexpected day, so succumbing to the siren call I checked my email. There was a message waiting in my inbox, "Did you ever taste cum? Tell me."

I replied, "There was this guy I knew. The head of his cock was in my mouth when he came. It was an accident. So I spit it out." I didn't divulge that the guy was him.

"But it tasted good."

"It tasted scary and exciting."

"But it tasted good. You want it again. Was it bitter or salty?"

"Fuck. Why do you keep asking? It was sweet." I logged off.

Another day passed with my wife continuing to tell me that I needed to fill up my balls - so still no sex for me. I was getting antsy. I couldn't wait this long. And the longer I waited the more likely I was to visit my neighbor's glory hole.

It was her scheduled work day yet again and I opened my email, "You want cum again. You want my sweet cum. Sweet cum from a magnetic awesome cock. It'll be easy. The next time your wife is out be here at eight."

Quickly I sent an email, "How did you know I'm married?"

"You all are. Twenty minutes for you to get here. Leave now and you can get home in time. Tap four times."

His math was wrong of course. My commute wasn't twenty minutes. It was two. I could wait eighteen minutes before I left. Suck for thirty. Take two minutes to get home. And still beat Cora by a long time.

Fifteen minutes later I was combing my hair and brushing my teeth as if I were getting ready for a date. I slammed my toothbrush down on the counter talking to myself, "Ethan! What the fuck has gotten into you?"

I put a shot glass in my pocket and went to take my place in my recliner with the news on. Though I could barely concentrate for all the intrusive thoughts in my head.

Three minutes later I was walking into the darkness in a daze. The light from my living room lit up my path to his garage door.

The side door to his garage was unlocked as I entered. I was thinking this was a mistake so I left that side door ajar - my escape.

A bright beam shone from the hole, beckoning me to follow it. The stool made my back hurt last time and since I wanted to make it last I shoved the stool aside and knelt before the hole. It was at the perfect height now.

I found myself licking my lips again. I thought, "Shit! I gotta leave before I turn gay." Instead I tapped on the door four times. Instantly a magic cock came through the glory hole.

I ran my fingers all over it. Caressing it. Stroking it gently. Coaxing it to grow for me. I'd missed this hot flesh; the only cock I'd ever kissed. So I gave it another little kiss. Just to say hello. But for now I wanted to touch it for a long time.

I pulled gently on the tip. Tugged his nuts. Then finally wrapped my hand around it to give it a few pulls. Mike sighed.

When the first drop appeared on the end I carefully took the prepared shot-glass from my pocket and positioned it directly below. It was only then that I milked it in earnest. A mostly clear drop would form and grow larger until at long last the syrupy liquid would stretch into a string before falling into the glass. Again and again I squeezed and caught those drops of nectar.

As I collected more juice I feared Mike would grow impatient, but mewling signs of appreciation told me I was wrong to worry. So I just kept inducing more and more spooge to fall into the glass until I was satisfied - at about half full.

The next stage I had planned was to use my lips all along the sides as I had done my first time. Leaning forward I held my lips to the place where the long shaft emerged from his balls. I just held them there, flesh to hot flesh. Then I decided that I needed to make a change. He had these big beautiful balls here that I was neglecting.

They were potent and manly. They were so different from mine. Cora made me shave mine but his were hairy and manly. Mine were diminutive while his were big and hung low even shoved through the hole as they were. Lastly, and most importantly, his produced what he claimed was a cup of cum, while I was being compelled to abstain so just I could make more than a dribble.

They commanded me to give them attention. Crouching lower I got my mouth down there underneath and immediately started licking them all over. They were spectacular, especially the way they rose and fell in response to my tongue.

When I felt I'd lavished them sufficiently I returned my focus to the shaft. Feeling something on my face I wiped my cheek only to discover that his faucet had dripped several gobs on me. I stared at the wet on my hand, then licked it as a taste of things to cum. It WAS sweet. Why was mine so bitter in comparison?

I ran my tongue along the side to wet it. To me it didn't seem wet enough but I had a plan. Reaching down I brought the shot glass up, pouring some of the sweet nectar along his long shaft leaving it slick and ready to suck. I bit. I nibbled. I kissed. And I enjoyed imbibing the collected pre-cum. Then I did it all again planning to repeat the process over and over.

I was just approaching the ridge, which like last time, was slathered with a layer of dick froth, when Mike lost his patience. "Just suck it already!"

I was going to suck it in my own time. But my wife had used those exact words with me so many times now that I reacted with a conditioned response. As part of my training I had licked her finger when commanded to suck it. I had licked her clit when ordered to suck it. I had nursed her vibrator when decreed. And most recently had sucked her bung as directed. And she always said, "Just suck it already." I knew she was training me but the way she paired her words with sexual rewards meant that I just didn't care.

Without thinking I automatically plunged my mouth over the slimy knob sucking feverishly. I put the whole end in my mouth then forced myself to go lower. On the other side of the door Mike was making the excited noises of an impending orgasm. I moved my hand to the base of his shaft so I would be able to pull it from my mouth with the first creamy jet. I most wanted to see it shoot a cup of spew across the room as promised, and this time I had no intention of missing it.

I pushed his cock as far back in my mouth as I could. Maybe four inches, but you have to remember it was real thick. It made me gag so I went back to the head, slurping and twirling.

And then it began. His eight inch log stretched out a couple inches longer, swelling too. I scootched the stool a bit to the side so I could dodge the stream. I tasted and felt a small seepage, the first sign.

Mike was grinding and thrusting and groaning and then he said the magic words again, "Just suck it!"

The first two splats bounced off the roof of my mouth landing on my tongue and spreading within my oral cavity. I was supposed to have pulled off but the words made me stay just a moment longer until I got control of my mind.

I pulled partway off when he shouted again, "Just suck it!" Again I hesitated and took yet another cum burst that I didn't want. Not that I minded. I just wanted to see it fly. To see a cup of cum.

Finally I fought my conditioning. I pulled off, ducking to the side. But not quick enough. Great splats plastered my face and my shirt as clearly as if I'd been hit with a shotgun blast.

I only managed to make one of the last ropes go past my face. It landed behind me, easily five feet back. The rest fell into my lap.

Then he was done and his mouth was down by the gloryhole. "You straight married cocksuckers are always the most enthusiastic. I want you to be my regular. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday. according to your wife's schedule."

Shocked, I swallowed some cum the wrong way. With my throat not sounding right I croaked when I spoke, glad that I didn't sound like myself, "What makes you think you know her schedule?"

"Those are the days you email me, like clockwork. It's a classic 12 hour nurses schedule." Relieved, I relaxed.

But he continued, "Except when she works a second day unexpectedly. That's when you email me only when you notice there's no car in my driveway." I couldn't control my coughing.

"Isn't that right, Ethan?" I just couldn't stop the cum that had gone down the wrong pipe from making me cough uncontrollably.

"So, Ethan. You're a real good cocksucker. And it's so convenient, for both of us, with you being right across the street. And I'm thinking with you being under the thumb of that pretty little wife of yours that you'll do whatever I say to keep me from sharing all your emails with her."

Finally I could talk, "I'm not Ethan."

"In the email I sent Ethan it said to tap four times. Everyone else taps two."

"Mike, don't do it. I'm begging you. I'll suck you off when I can. But that's it. Just don't tell."

"Don't worry. I won't. As long as you suck me off WHENEVER I say."

"But I don't want to be forced to suck you off."

He flung the door open, standing there with his large soft cock hanging out. "But you ARE going to suck me off. It's not like you have a lot of choice." He stepped forward and started hitting me in the face with his slimy cock, "But... I'M... the... one... who... decides... that... you... are... going... to... suck... my... cock."

Just then the sound of throat clearing from the doorway caught our attention, "He's my husband and if anyone is going to decide that he does or does not suck a cock it'll be me."

She glared at Mike angrily, "I come home to the sight of my front door wide open in the middle of the night and when I see the light coming from your garage with your side door wide open too I fear the worst. Instead I discover my neighbor trying to coerce my dear husband into doing what he clearly doesn't want to do."

"The evidence is all there. You lured him to your lair and you tricked him into doing the deed the one time. But that's not good enough for you. Now you're trying to blackmail him. Well, you can't blackmail a guy when his wife already knows."

She just wouldn't stop yelling, "Well, Mikey, blackmail is illegal and you can go to jail for what you tried. Unless..."

Here she turned to me, talking sweetly, "What did his cum taste like?"

I was totally thrown off balance, "Um, it was alright." She raised one eyebrow in disbelief. "Ok, it was better than mine." She wanted more truth. "Good. It was sweet."

"And did you like sucking that big beautiful cock?" I could tell what she wanted to hear. And Mike still had more dirt on me that she didn't know about. "If you want me to then I liked it."

She resumed her angry outburst at Mike, "Here's the deal Mike. I've been trying to get Ethan to the place where I might convince him to suck a cock for me. I guess he was further along in his training than I thought. I created this monster so this is partly my fault. But he's mine!"

Then she softened as she shifted gears, "I might be in the mood to make him suck your cock at most once a month. You come over when I tell you to and I'll forget about what you did."

Cora took me home where she explained, "You couldn't know this but I've been secretly training you to serve me. I wanted you to be submissive to my pussy and eventually be a cocksucker for me. It's not your fault. But now that I know it all worked and you're ready you're going to submit to me one hundred percent. No more fighting back."

If I admitted that I knew all along what she was trying. That this was really my fault, then I'd be in trouble. So I pretended that she had fooled me and I agreed to submit.

When she was asleep I emailed Mike, "I'll come over and suck you off three times a week but you can't tell her any more than she knows."

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