Ray's Story

I was naked, on my hands and knees, facing the corner in Master Allan and Master Chas's bedroom. My head is tipped slightly down, my legs apart, bottom pushed out revealing my slightly gaping asshole. My ass didn't always have a slight gape.

I had been given an enema, my ass then fingered and lubed, and I had been told to wait in the corner. I was aching for my hole to be filled, feeling my anus opening and contracting involuntarily. My masters don't like using butt plugs. They don't want me stretched any wider. Tight is right they tell me.

My name is Ray, 43, married to a very loving wife, two nice kids, good job. I'm an average sort of guy. Height, weight, looks, cock size, as I said, nothing special. I'm also not gay, maybe.

At home my sex life was rewarding, my wife takes a more submissive role. It's not boring but I found myself wanting to be the submissive one. I spoke to my wife about it, for her to take the lead. She just laughed, so I dropped it. Here's the thing though. Since turning 40, I've had a powerful urge to suck another man's cock.

It kept nagging away at me, my desire to suck a cock. I watched gay porn which really started to turn me on, scoured the web, even joined a chat group, found out about an adult store not far from my work.

I drove past that store two dozen times before finally working up the courage to enter. The guy behind the counter, older, attractive in a manly way, greying hair welcomed me, slowly took me in with his eyes.

'First time?'

'That obvious?' I answered, feeling my face flush.

'You here for something in particular?' He asked, his tone friendly, unpushy.

'Ah, I thought I would look around,' I replied.

'You want to know how things work?'

I forced myself to stand still, hearing my heart pounding in my chest.

'Ok,' he smiled again. 'Merchandise all out, anything you don't understand or need, just ask. Down the back we've got some private booths, showing different movies. Machines take a quarter. There are seats in there so you can get comfortable.'

'Oh, um ok,' I replied nervously. 'It, it seems pretty quiet in here.'

'Oh, yeah, well people come and go all the time. Names Bruce if you need anything else.'

I mumbled a thanks, made a show of slowly walking up and down the aisles, gave Bruce a shy smile now and then before making my way back to the booths, stopping and realising that I didn't have any coins, dreading going back to ask Bruce for change, thinking that I would just walk out.

Spying the change machine calmed me, holding my courage. I changed ten dollars, entered the booth and looked at the machine. Put my coins in, choose some gay blowjob action and sat down on the low stool. I didn't notice the hole in the wall at first.

What drew my attention to it was the voice on the other side saying that Bruce thinks I'm new to all this, so just take your time. I then watched as a thick long cock was slid through the hole.

It was the first time that I had looked at a cock apart from my own, up close and personal. It was white, cut, with a big pink head, his cock tapering off in thickness only a bit to the base. I guessed it was easy 8 inches long and about a bit more than half that round.

I reached out, it was now or never and wrapped my hand around it, sliding it up and down, amazed at the feel, soft but hard at the same time. He slit was leaking precum. I reached in with my other hand, pulled his balls through the opening, cupping them, gently squeezing, the whole time jacking his cock up and down.

'That's it boy,' I heard the voice say. 'Take it easy, get used to it. You'll know when it's ready for your mouth.'

I didn't want to rush, but I didn't want to wait either. I leaned in, licked up his now free flowing precum, took it in my mouth, the taste sweet, sticky, a slight saltiness. I loved it.

I wanted to suck that cock like the way I like my cock sucked. I took the head into my mouth, heard the low moan, swirled my tongue around it, dug my tongue as deep as I could into the slit, lapping at the juices, chewed on the head gently. I then used two hands on his balls, caressing, tugging gently as I licked up and down the thick hard rod.

I then swallowed him whole, causing myself to gag momentarily, pulled off him, my lips still connected to his cock by a line of spit. I swallowed him again, pumping his fat cock into my mouth, sucking, slurping, increasing my speed and my suction. I heard a slight whimpering wondering where it was coming from until I realised it was me.

My mouth was getting a little sore, but I wasn't going to stop. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying servicing a stranger. My own cock was rock hard, leaking. I heard the grunt, felt the tightening of his balls, his first blast of sticky white goo hitting the back of my mouth. I started to swallow as quickly as I could, trying to match his spurts with my sucking.

There was too much, and I was too inexperienced, cum was dripping from my mouth, down my chin, onto my shirt. I hated wasting any of it. Finally, his last rope of cum emptied into my mouth. I grabbed hold of his cock, pulled my mouth off and pumped him, slowly squeezing that last few drops out, leaning in and sucking them off the tip of his dick.

'That your first time boy?' I was asked.

'Yes, sir,' I replied as I started to wipe the drool and cum from my face and shirt, greedily licking my hands clean.

'I think I could use someone like you. Meet me outside. I'm in the blue BMW. Names Allan.'

'Yes, sir,' I mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

I stood carefully, checked myself as best I could and hurried out of the store ignoring the wave I got from Bruce. I slowed when I got to the carpark, one part of me praying the BMW wouldn't be there, the other part desperately hoping it was.

I saw the quick flash of the headlights, sucked in a gulp of air and headed towards the car, pausing before opening the passenger seat and sliding in.

'Glad you could make it,' Allan said with a half-smile.

Allan was about 50, tall, big, solid, from my time looking online I guess you would call him a bear. He was bald, clean shaven, with soft blue eyes that gave him an intelligent, commanding presence.

'What's your name?' Allan said as he rubbed my thigh, slowly moving his hand up to cup my cock thru my pants. 'Still hard,' he added with a smirk.

'My, my name, my name is Ray,' I stammered out, unsure what I should do as Allan's rubbing became a little harder.

'Get it out,' Allan said. 'You've already seen mine.'

I looked around, the carpark was dimly lit, still I was worried that someone would see something.

'It's ok, no one's going to take any notice,' Allan said reassuringly but with authority.

I slowly unzipped, my cock springing out, head covered with sticky precum.

'That's a nice cock,' Alan said. 'Why don't you stroke it while I'll tell you how we can help each other.'

I started fisting my cock, up and down, not believing I was doing such a thing in front of another man.

'Ssshh, that's ok,' Alan said on hearing my quiet whimper. 'Close your eyes, you moan like a little girl. I like it,' Alan said as I felt his hand reach around my neck, turn my head and pull me closer to him.

The kiss was more erotic than I could believe, within ten seconds I was sucking on Alan's tongue, pumping my cock harder, and yes, whimpering like a little slut.

Alan pulled away, smiled at me.

'Ray, what we, when I say we, I mean my partner Chas and me. You'll like Chas, tall, slim, elegant, Southern European, beautiful brown skin and a very handy cock. Recently our last boy had to move away. Well not a boy, a grown man. So, we are in the market for a replacement. I visited today as I'm on the lookout,' Allan said with a small laugh.

'Yes, yes sir, I understand,' I replied meekly, still slowly fisting my leaking cock.

'Good. What we are looking for is someone to submit to us. We aren't looking for someone to fall in love with. No, we want someone to provide holes for us. No questions, no reluctance. And you know Ray; we've always found married guys to suck cock the best. You are married, aren't you?'

'Yes, yes, I'm married,' I managed to stammer out, my cock boiling.

'Good boy. We will take you slow, and we are very understanding. We don't want to get in the way of your job; marriage and family always comes first. We are very understanding if you are understanding as to what your role is. Does that sound good? Two guys filling those soft holes of yours, dumping loads of sticky cum into your bottom and belly.'

I grunted a yes, cum flying out of my cock, rope after rope. I've never seen so much in my life. Allan gave a laugh, reached across, scooped up some of my spunk from my shirt, fed it to me.

'That's it, don't waste any,' Alan said with another laugh.

I've never tasted my own cum, well a bit when kissing my wife after a blowjob. But never actually felt the texture, the raw taste. I liked it. No. I loved it. Allan kept feeding me what he could scoop up. I swallowed the last load when Allan told me to open my mouth. I did, felt his wad of spit hit the back of my tongue, swallowed and thanked him.

'Good boy,' Allan said, almost paternally.

'Now, I'm going to give you my number. In three days, you call. If you don't, no harm, no foul. But I want you to wait the full three days. Think things over. Of course, after you start you can stop at any time. No photos, videos, no threats. It's not the way we operate.'

'Yes, sir,' I stammered. 'Sir, can I ask one more thing?'

'Yes,' Alan replied with an amused look. 'What is it?'

'Can, can you kiss me once more.'

'Of course I can baby.'

Alan smiled, pulled me close and brought his lips to mine.

For three days I changed my mind a million times. On the third day though, like the cock hungry slut I knew I wanted to be, I rang Allan. He said he was delighted I'd called, and we planned to meet a day from today, Friday afternoon, at his home.

I arrived early, scoped the place out. It was a brand-new apartment building close to the centre of town. I walked up and down for fifteen minutes, finally getting the courage to enter. If the doorman thought there was something strange, he certainly didn't show it.

I rode the lift to the tenth floor, found Allan's apartment and rang the bell. Allan opened the door wearing a long silk dressing gown, a glass of whisky I thought in his hand.

'Glad you could make it, come in,' Allan said as he pushed the door open.

I entered, Allan closed the door behind me, turned to me and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue invading. I moaned as I sucked on it.

'Now, I want you to take your clothes off and leave them just there,' Allan said pointing to a small side table. 'You will do that each time you visit. When you are ready follow the hallway. We'll be in the lounge. Good boy,' Allan said with a rub across the front of my pants.

I undressed slowly, taking in the expensive surroundings. Beautiful artwork, parquetry floor, a glimpse of the view through the hallway. I stripped off, started slowly walking down the hallway, stopping as I stood at the entrance of an open plan lounge, deep rugs on the floor, large coffee table and oversized lounges.

I noticed a kitchen off to the side next to a dining table. Looking back, I saw Allan facing me, also the head of a black-haired man sitting opposite Allan.

'Come on in, don't be shy,' Allan said waving to me.

I slowly walked into the lounge, being told to stand between the two lounges. It was the first time I caught sight off Chas. He was what I could only describe as incredibly handsome, tanned skin, hair brushed back, an aristocratic nose, dressed in a silk gown, open at the front, a long thick uncut cock on display.

'Hello,' Chas said patting the lounge next to me. 'You must be Ray.'

'Yes, sir,' I stammered as I moved towards him.

'Take your hands away, I want to see your cock,' Chas said quietly.

I had been cupping myself out of nervousness. I dropped my hands, my cock half hard.

'That's a nice cock,' Chas said. 'Please don't cover it up again.'

I perched next to Chas, stealing looks at his cock, hoping he wouldn't notice.

'You're looking,' Chas said smiling. 'It's ok. Why don't you kneel and take a closer look?'

I dropped to my knees in front of Chas's magnificent long, thick tool, licking my lips by reflex. The cock was a gorgeous caramel colour, long, thick, the head meaty, I could just see his slit as it pushed up through his foreskin. A long dense vein ran the length. It was, in a word, beautiful.

'Slide the foreskin back, get your tongue in there. I understand you like the taste of precum.'

'Yes, sir,' I answered, reaching my hand out.

'One more thing,' Chas said, causing me to pause. 'It's Master Chas and Master Allan.'

'I'm, I'm sorry sir, sorry Master Chas.'

'It's ok boy, there is a lot to get used to,' Master Chas said, running his hair through my hair like I was a puppy.

Even Master Chas's voice drove me wild. Not Spanish but similar, rich and smooth. Much like his cock. I slid my hand around him, I was drooling, uncontrollably making mewing noises as I tenderly jacked his cock, pulling his foreskin back, seeing the leaking slit, the pool that had gathered.

I had my first taste. I was in heaven. I greedily but slowly devoured every drop, working my tongue around his foreskin, worshipping his beautiful manhood.

'Good job, boy,' Master Chas said. 'Now up on the table, all fours.'

I climbed up onto the table, hands and knees, Master Allan positioning my legs apart. The heavy wooden table was a perfect height. Both my bottom and mouth for at cock level when the two Masters stood.

I was panting by then, drool running out of my mouth, whimpering quietly. My own cock rock hard. Master Chas gave a little laugh.

'Listen to him, poor thing is on heat,' he said as he told me to open wide and slid his cock into my mouth.

'Today we are going to go slow and easy,' Master Chas said as I sucked on his piece of heaven. Take as much in as you can, enjoy it, worship it like the good little slut you are.'

I moaned in reply. Behind me, I could feel my ass cheeks being opened, felt a warm wad of spit on my ass, then a tongue entering me. Never in my life could I believe anything would feel so good.

'He's tight,' Master Allan said pulling his mouth away. 'But very tasty. I'm going to eat this little slut's ass out,' he continued, diving his tongue back in.

I moaned, I grunted as Master Allan continued to lick and eat me out, each slurp, each suck on my anus sending me to a new level of exctasy. I had to concentrate on Master Chas's dick, sucking, slurping, running my tongue around his heavy, smooth balls, taking him back into my mouth, deep throating as far as I could. I was leaking spit and precum from my mouth, my own cock was like a leaky faucet.

Master Allan stopped licking, his tongue replaced by one, then two fingers. I was being opened, stretched, as he expertly moved his fingers wider apart. Soon I could feel three fingers inside me.

I moaned like a little bitch. Master Chas now had my head in his hands, fucking my mouth like a pussy, using me like the cum hungry slut I was. Behind Master Allan had curled two fingers in and up, finding my prostrate, manipulating it. I couldn't control myself, my cum flew from my cock, thick rope after rope, splashing all over the table.

Behind Master Allan was laughing quietly, saying that's a good slut, good boy coming for daddy like that. I could sense Master Chas's cock tightening, his first blasts of his sweet delicious cum splattering the back of my throat. I tried to suck hard, intime with his spurts, intent on catching every drop. There was so much, cum started to run out from around my lips, dripping down my face.

Master Chas was done, sliding his cock out, offering up his balls for me to lick a mixture of spit and cum from them. I bathed his glorious sack, moving on to his cock and cleaning it thoroughly.

Master Chas sat down, smiled at me and said I had done well but that I had made quite the mess. I immediately apologised and moved off the table, kneeling, licking my mess from the cum splattered table.

Master Allan came round and sat next to Master Chas, watching me, slowly jacking his own magnificent piece of meat, finally calling me over, me dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth.

Master Allan and Master Chas were kissing as I sucked and slurped, licked and moaned, finally being rewarded with a massive dose of sticky white goo. I managed to swallow Master Allan's entire load, holding up my full mouth for him to see before tipping my head back and letting his seed slowly roll down my throat.

'Well, look who is learning,' Master Chas said, his comment filling me with pride.

'Enough for today. You've got a wife and family to go home to,' Master Allan finally said. 'Get dressed and let yourself out. Next time won't be the same. You've got lots to learn.'

'I thanked both Masters and headed for the door. I could hear them talking, making plans for dinner, already dismissing me from their lives until the next time. I didn't mind. I would serve them whenever and however they liked.