Straight Cocksucker: Chapter 3 - 1st Time Anal

by silkstockingslover

Married cocksucker has crazy submissive night including anal.

Thanks: To Robert, Wayne and goamz86 for editing.

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Once you have crossed the imaginary line between straight and gay, once you drop to your knees and fish out a stiff rod from a stranger's pants, once you have had a cock in your mouth, once you've swallowed a load of cum...there is no going back.

Although relatively happily married, to a relatively good woman, I always crave cock.

At first I would feel guilty after I served a stranger, his aftertaste lingering in my mouth long after the deed was done, yet the reality is I no longer believe I am cheating on my wife. I am not getting oral sex, I am not fucking another man or woman, I'm not eating another woman's pussy, I'm simply sucking cock...something I can't do to my wife.

Instead it's simply a secret I don't share with my wife.

So every time I'm away on business, which is often, I'm craving cock.

I had only sucked a few cocks over a few months when I could no longer deny that I loved being a cocksucker.

I was at a downtown hotel, in a city far from home, without a car, when I put an ad up on Craigslist:

Married cocksucker

Looking to come to you, drop to my knees and drain your cock.

I love to swallow.

Age and race doesn't matter...just have a big load of cum for me.

Eager cocksucker.

After an hour without a response, which was a long time, I was getting disappointed when I finally got one.

Hey cocksucker,

I'm eighteen and looking for a faggot to face fuck.

I have a seven inch cock that is made to worship.

I expect a response in five minutes.

P.S: Here is a picture for you to drool over.

I clicked on the attached photo and my mouth instantly watered. It was thin and long and looked completely appetizing.

I read the response a dozen times. The name calling, the blunt expectations, his age and his cock had my own cock busting in my trousers.

I wasn't used to such responses, the arrangements usually an agreement between a guy wanting to shoot a load and a guy wanting to swallow one.

That was what I loved about cocksucking. There was no romance, no mind games, no real names exchanged, just sex. Men saw sex as getting off, nothing more, nothing less and that usually made it incredibly easy to find someone.

I responded:

Hi sir,

You have a gorgeous cock.

I'd love to meet up and be your cocksucker.

Can you host?

After I sent it, a rush of excitement coursed through me, like it usually did when I felt that a meeting was possible. I hadn't sucked cock in a couple of months and was definitely going through withdrawal.

His response came an excruciatingly slow ten minutes later.

Cocksucker

I knew you would love my cock. All you married cocksuckers do. My chemistry teacher devoured it just yesterday after school in his classroom.

I can't host since my parents are home...but I can meet at a gas station with a great corner stall or I can come to you.

But hurry up, I got a party to go to and would like to shoot a load in some married faggot first.

I again read and reread his response. He was still in high school, he still lived with his parents, there were so many red flags that I should have quit then and there. Yet, logic wasn't running my mind at the moment, lust was.

I responded:

Sir,

I don't know the city well. Do you know a safe spot downtown?

A couple minutes later, he responded:

Cocksucker,

Are you at a hotel?

Shit, I sighed. In all my encounters I always went to them, always worried about my true identity somehow being compromised. Yet, with no other opportunities popping up yet, I was incredibly desperate to have a cock in my mouth...feeling like a crack whore waiting for her next fix.

I responded:

Yes, sir.

I wasn't sure I would actually give him my hotel room number but by answering I had definitely opened the door.

A couple of minutes later, I got another response.

Cocksucker,

Hotel and room number now!

I stared at the order. I had never hosted, never even considered hosting. Yet, I was craving cock and somehow his dominant persona was turning me on.

Before I could consider the consequences of such a decision, I texted him the hotel and room number.

As soon as I sent it, I regretted it. I had lost control of the situation.

A minute later, I received a response:

Cocksucker

I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I expect the door slightly ajar and you on your knees.

I was both excited and petrified. I was dying for a cock in my mouth, and yet I was very nervous of my real identity being revealed.

After a quick washroom break, I brushed my teeth, turned off all the lights, opened the door, left the latch open and sat on my knees in a small hallway of my corner suite.

Every minute, I looked at the clock. My mouth watering with anticipation, my mind spinning with trepidation.

Twice I heard the elevator doors open and no one came, but the third time my door opened.

Immediately, he flipped a light switch on and said, "True cocksuckers are not ashamed."

I looked up at him, he looked exactly as I imagined, good looking, young and built. Yet, although I loved sucking cock, I never wanted to see their face. That somehow made it gayer in my head.

"Still in a suit and tie," he smirked, as he walked over to me.

I didn't say a word as I eagerly went to fish his cock out of his jeans.

"So I know you're married, do you also have kids?" He asked, as he looked down and watched me pull out his flaccid cock.

"Two," I admitted, as I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, not wanting any more uncomfortable small talk.

I also loved the sensation of feeling a cock grow in my mouth. Knowing it was my mouth that was getting him hard, making it grow.

"That's it cocksucker," he groaned, "make it big and hard."

I did exactly that as I slowly swirled my tongue around his mushroom top and bobbed back and forth.

I was uncomfortable knowing he could clearly see me at first, but as soon as his cock was in my mouth my moral integrity disappeared and I indeed became just a cocksucker.

Once it was completely erect in my mouth, I began bobbing.

He groaned, "That's it cocksucker, worship my cock."

And I was. I wanted to take all seven inches in my mouth. Having been a couple of months since I last sucked a cock, it took a while to get back in the rhythm. But like riding a bike, it came back rather naturally.

In my few experiences, I had learned that every guy came differently. Some rocketed their cum into your mouth, while others just had it ooze out of their slit. I also learned some guys come very quickly, under two minutes, while my longest took fifteen. But on average, it took about five minutes from the time I took a cock in my mouth until I was swallowing a stranger's delicious seed.

And most guys don't talk much if at all. Sometimes a 'that feels good' or 'it's been a while' or a courtesy warning, but nothing compared to what this guy did.

"You like my cock, cocksucker?" He asked, pulling his big dick out of my mouth.

My mouth felt empty. I stammered, wanting it back in my mouth, "'Y-y-yes."

He tapped his cock on my lips and I opened, expecting him to put it back in my mouth. Instead he scolded me. "Yes, what, cocksucker, convince me you deserve the privilege of my cock."

His words were ridiculous. But at the moment, I definitely wanted the privilege of sucking his cock. I begged, "Please let this married cocksucker serve you."

"That's better, but look at me when you answer. A real cocksucker has no shame. He knows his real purpose is to be a cum deposit," the eighteen-year-old continued, clearly enjoying the power he had over a man more than twice his age.

I didn't want to look at him, I didn't like putting a face to a cock (no guy no matter how good looking ever turned me on, yet a cock did). Yet, a need to obey, to have his cock back in my mouth, controlled my very being. I answered, looking up from my submissive position on my knees, "Please, sir, can this married cocksucker be your personal cum bucket?"

Just saying the words had my stiff cock screaming for attention, somehow being treated like a cock slut enhanced the entire experience.

"That's better," he nodded approvingly, smiling down at me. "Now slither that tongue down my shaft and suck on my balls."

I had once sucked on another man's balls, but his hair made the act rather unappealing. This time though, the kid was completely shaven like you see in the porn movies, even his bag was completely hair free.

I obeyed, my tongue lazily slithering down his long shaft until I reached his ball sack. I licked his sack briefly before using my lips to find one of his balls and taking it in my mouth. The act was strange and different and although not as satisfying as having his cock in my mouth, the submissive act did turn me on.

He groaned, "That's it, my little cocksucking slut, a good boy knows how to worship the whole package."

"Yes, sir," I replied, showing him my utter submissiveness, as I found the other ball and replicated the attention.

"Are you this big a bitch at home?" He asked.

As I began moving my tongue back up his hard shaft I answered, "Actually, my wife is submissive to me."

"Really?" He chuckled. "What would she say if she saw you know?"

I didn't like small talk, even if to humiliate me. When I was on my cock hunt, I forgot about my wife and focused on finding and serving a cock. But having her mentioned as I pleasured him brought a twinge of guilt. Yet, I answered, "She'd be mortified."

I reached the tip of his mushroom top and saw a bit of pre-cum and licked it as he continued, "I'm assuming she doesn't know that her loving husband is wearing his band of eternal faithfulness as he sucks a stranger's cock."

"No, she doesn't," I admitted, as I took his cock back in my mouth.

"Or that her husband is a complete faggot," he continued.

I hated the term 'faggot'. Somehow being called a cocksucker turned me on and was literally true, yet the term 'faggot' was in my mind way more derogatory...as absurd as that may sound.

I wasn't gay.

I didn't find men sexy or hot.

I didn't want to have my cock sucked by a guy nor did I have any interest at all in fucking a guy.

I also had no interest in being ass fucked, though I had experimented with a few anal toys on myself. To my surprise, with enough lube and patience, the toys didn't hurt, although I had bought relatively small toys.

I just want to suck cock.

I just want to swallow cum.

I just want to be a cocksucker.

He seemed to notice my facial expression at being called a faggot. He asked, "What? Does my cocksucker not like the term 'faggot'."

I took his delicious cock out of my mouth and admitted, "No, sir."

"Why?" He asked, as he traced my lips with the tip of his cock.

"I'm not gay," I answered.

"You're on your knees eagerly serving a complete stranger," he pointed out. "I think that is pretty gay."

I wanted to point out he was getting sucked by a guy which made him gay based on his theory, but it didn't seem like a point worth making. My goal at the moment was to extract his sweet seed from his big ball sack. Instead I explained, "I'm a cocksucker yes, but that's it."

"If you say so," he shrugged, although his tone implied he didn't remotely buy my explanation, as he slid his cock back in my mouth.

Hoping the talking was done, I finally shifted to hungry cocksucker mode, which was fast back and forth bobbing, eventually attempting to take all his cock in my mouth.

Although strange, and in retrospect kind of gay I suppose, I liked the rare feeling of deep throating a cock and feeling his balls hitting my chin.

"I'm pretty sure you're a faggot," he said, after a couple of minutes of hungry cocksucking.

I ignored his words, focusing entirely on the yummy load I was confident was soon going to spray down my throat.

Yet, suddenly he pulled out and ordered, "Go lay on the bed on your back with your head leaning over the edge of the bed."

"Really?" I asked.

"Now, cocksucker," he demanded, snapping his fingers and pointing to the bed.

Still dying to get him off, and seeing no other solution, I stood up, walked the few feet to the bed, got on it, laid on my back and shuffled myself so my head was leaning over the edge as I looked at him upside down.

He walked to me and shoved his cock in my mouth. On my knees, I was relatively in control of the blow job, but in this position, I was simply a mouth for him to fuck and fuck it he did.

Slobbering sounds echoed in the small room, as he face fucked me. Surprisingly it was incredibly sexually stimulating to be just used for his personal pleasure. All seven inches slammed into my mouth, as his ball sack slapped my nose.

He grunted, "Pull out your cock, old man."

At 42, I hardly considered myself old, but compared to his eighteen years, I suppose I was.

Also, although I always ended up jerking off as I reminisced about the cock I had just sucked once I was again alone, I had never pulled my cock out in front of another man.

Yet, like everything else in this strange evening, I obeyed the cocky eighteen year old high school student.

I awkwardly fished my completely erect five inch cock out of my pants.

"I figured it would be hard," he said, "real faggots get hard serving other men."

Mindlessly, I began stroking my cock, so incredibly, undeniably turned on by being treated like a bitch.

"No playing with yourself, faggot," he scolded. "Just let your tiny pecker salute me as I fuck your faggot face."

I reluctantly obeyed, desperate to come now that my cock was out.

"Ready for my cum?" He finally asked a minute later, this crazy surreal sexual submission coming to an end.

Strangely, I had mixed feelings. Indeed I was eager to feel his cum slide down my throat, finally getting the drug I craved. Yet, I felt a rush of disappointment at the thought that this wild cocksucking experience was almost ever. Without a doubt, it had been the most sexual charged, exciting cocksucking experience I had ever had.

I moaned on his cock, the hard fast face-fucking not allowing me the opportunity to actually use words to answer.

He continued slamming his cock in my mouth like it was a pussy for a couple more minutes, the blood rushing to my head before he suddenly grunted, pulled out and shot a stream of cum directly in-between my eyes.

I was doubly shocked. First, I had never been given a facial. Second, I was shocked at how hot the cum was as it splattered on my face.

A second rope of cum hit my forehead before he moved his cock above me, and I stared at his balls, as a never ending dripping of cum seemed to drop onto me like a leaking faucet. My cheeks, above my lips, a bit in my mouth and my chin all hot white sticky evidence of his orgasm as I became his cum canvas.

Each drop was like a brief burn of shame as the hot cum coated me. It didn't actually burn, but it was indeed hot, something I had never considered before.

It wasn't hot when it sprayed in my mouth and my own cum on my hands, belly or legs never felt hot, yet there was no other way to describe it.

As I pondered this, he slid his cock back in my mouth and ordered, "Retrieve any last remnants, cocksucker."

I swirled my tongue, searching like an archeologist hunting for lost treasure.

When he finally pulled out, he instructed, as he pulled his pants back up, "You will wear my special gift on your face all night."

"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, again surprised by his words.

"I gave you a gift and you will wear it with pride all night," he repeated.

Sitting up, my face burning with sudden shame, I replied, "But I need to go out and have dinner yet."

"You may want to order in," he shrugged.

I didn't have any intention of obeying him, so I nodded, "Okay."

"Good faggot," he nodded. "Now order your food."

"Now?" I asked, again mortified, as my still erect cock aimed at him.

"Yes," he nodded, as he handed me the room service menu.

Feeling like a child obeying his father, I skimmed the menu, picked up the phone and ordered a steak.

"Do you want to suck my cock again?" He asked, while he was on his phone texting.

As soon as the offer was given, my mouth began watering, Pavlov's theory clearly at work. I admitted, "Yes."

"I may be back later tonight," he said. "I expect you to stay awake and be ready to serve me until 2am."

"But I have a meeting at nine," I pointed out.

"Do you want my cock again?" He asked, his tone implying he was annoyed.

I wish I could have said no, I wished I could have been strong-willed, yet I answered as I assume he expected, "Yes."

"Good," he nodded, going to the door. "I'll email you if I'm coming and I promise my next load I will shoot inside you."

I couldn't help but laugh at the pun.

"And like I said, cocksucker, don't you dare wash my special gift off your face."

"Yes, sir," I nodded, knowing I was going to obey and wear this coat of shame just for the hopeful opportunity to suck him again.

"And you should probably put that tiny pecker away too," he said. "Of course, it should go without saying but I'll say it anyway, you are not to touch yourself either."

"Of course, sir," I nodded, knowing if I did shoot my load, I would instantly no longer be horny and thus no longer submissive...yet this feeling of submission felt so good, so natural...I didn't want it to end.

"Later faggot," he said, before adding one last shot, "you should probably call your wife and kids."

Once he was gone, I did put my cock away and went to the washroom to see what my face looked like.

Staring in the mirror I was aghast. Is that how much cum I usually swallowed? White gobs were everywhere: my hair, forehead, between my eyes, cheeks and a hanging gob rested on my chin. I looked like a complete whore.

I'm not going to lie, being used like a slut, the evidence literally written all over my face, turned me on. I wanted to jerk off, yet felt compelled to obey the teenager who I just realized I couldn't name.

As I stared at my cum coated face, I wondered how I was ever going to answer the door when room service showed up.

I returned to the main room, grabbed my cell phone and called my wife. We chatted about my flight, the kids, her work day and what I planned to do tonight. The conversation was normal and generic like they usually are, life itself being, for the most part, normal and generic. Yet, a greater shame filled me as we chatted because of my obedience to an eighteen year old and the evidence now drying on my face.

Yet as guilty as I felt, I couldn't convince myself to disobey, to wash my face, the possibility of having his cock in my mouth and this time depositing his load down my throat controlling me.

I chatted briefly with my kids too, before there was a knock at the door. I said goodbye and went to open the door.

I opened it with my head down and a male voice asked, "May I come in."

"Of course," I nodded, keeping my head down.

He walked past me and to the table and put the tray down. He pulled out an invoice to be signed and I quickly signed it without making eye contact. I must have looked like a complete prick, but better than being seen with cum all over my face.

"Thanks sir," he politely responded. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Immediately I wanted to say you can shove your cock in my face, but of course I didn't. Yet, wanting to give him the idea that such a possibility existed, I finally looked up and made contact.

"No, that will be all," I said.

His facial expression changed and it was obvious he hadn't originally seen my cum coated face, but he sure did now. "Well, enjoy your meal."

"Ohhhh, I will," I replied, acting like the cocksucker I was. I couldn't believe I was acting this way, but my hunger for cum was driving my every action. I prayed he would fish out his cock and shove it in my mouth. Alas, that was not what happened.

"Have a great evening, sir," he finished, clearly uncomfortable with the past few seconds. He probably saw me as some perverted faggot and not simply a cocksucker.

"You too," I nodded and he left.

The door closed, instant shame cascaded through me at the behaviour I just exhibited. I need to be completely discreet and yet here I was offering sex to a stranger. 'Fuck!' I cursed to myself as I sat down and ate wondering how I was going to deal with my internal lust.

I ate dinner, watched sports highlights, all the while checking my email every few minutes.

I received a new email just as I finished dinner, but it was a new offer from another stranger that was too generic to respond to even if I wasn't bound to my hotel room waiting for the potential return of the teenage boy.

When I saw another message, I got a rush of excitement, yet as I clicked on it, I felt a wave of disappointment when it wasn't from him.

Ironically, the email was an interesting response from a man who was looking for a cocksucker in a downtown hotel. Usually, I would quickly respond to such an email, hotel rooms the safest location, and being downtown it may be in walking distance.

Yet, I didn't, somehow compelled to wait for the teenager to maybe reply.

Another half hour later with no response from the teenager, I decided to respond to the email, my hunger for cum driving me nuts and sensing there was a very good chance that the teenager was not returning.

I emailed:

Hi sir,

Would love to come to you, drop to my knees in the dark and suck your cock.

I love to swallow!

I also like being called names if that turns you in.

Once sent, I kept my Gmail open so I could see any responses, the excitement of sucking another cock and receiving the load of cum I was still craving and was had been denied earlier driving me.

A few minutes later he responded with the hotel and a rush went up my spine. It was the same hotel I was staying at...that had never happened before.

I quickly responded, wanting to look eager and hoping to have his cock in my mouth ASAP.

Hi sir,

I'm very close by.

I can be there ASAP!!

What room number?

Apparently he was as eager to get sucked as I was to suck as he responded seconds later.

Come now!

Room 721

I texted back:

Be there in ten.

He was two floors above me and I could have been there in two, but I didn't want to look like I was in the same hotel already.

The cum was dried on my face now, as I looked in the mirror. It was only obvious if you were looking for it.

I took the stairs, not wanting to end up on an elevator with someone who may notice the cum, then waited a couple of minutes before walking to the door that was slightly ajar.

I entered the dark room and saw a pillow on the floor. This man was a gentleman. He walked to me, looking to be rather built, as I lowered myself on my knees.

When he was standing directly in front of me, I tugged his sweats down, he wasn't wearing underwear and took his semi-erect cock in my mouth.

As always, I was in awe with the difference in cocks. Like snowflakes, no two are ever alike. Unlike, the teenager, this one was a lot smaller in length, but thicker. It stretched my mouth, but because it was only five inches or so, it was easy to swallow whole.

He groaned as I began slowly bobbing on his quickly fully erect cock.

Sometimes I like to start slow, savour the cock in my mouth for a while before shifting to eager cocksucking, but this time I needed a load and I needed it now.

I bobbed back and forth, deep throating his cock with each forward bob.

His breathing got heavy rather quickly and he warned in under two minutes, "I'm going to come."

Like a good cocksucker, I continued bobbing at the same eager pace, as eager to swallow his load as he was to shoot it.

A few bobs later, I finally received the delicious load of cum I had been craving all night. I swallowed every drop and was thankful it was a big salty load.

He groaned, obviously not used to having someone swallowing, "Sooo good."

I continued to slowly bob back and forth, both because I loved the feeling of a cock in my mouth and because I wanted to extract every last drop of his seed.

Finally, I allowed his cock to leave my mouth and I said, like I usually did after servicing a stranger, "Thank you." It seemed absurd to thank someone for coming down my throat, but I was thankful.

He whispered, "No, thank you."

I stood up and walked out, his cum aftertaste lingering. I returned to my room and, like the addict I was, I immediately checked my email hoping for a response from the teenager.

There wasn't one, which again sent a wave of disappointment through me. Usually, getting a load in me was enough to satisfy my hunger, but the possibility of that dominant teenager using me again somehow kept me starving.

I glanced at the clock, starting to get tired, the three hour flight and time change beginning to catch up to me.

I went and brushed my teeth again and when I returned to my bed I saw I had a new message...from him.

Cocksucker,

A buddy of mine could use a mouth to deposit a load.

Do you want me to send him over?

Although this was crazy, a stranger I sucked offering my mouth to others, I still was hungry for more. Plus, I assumed he would be young too which only enhanced my eagerness.

I replied:

Hi sir,

Please send him over if he is of legal age.

A minute later, he replied:

Cocksucker,

I assumed that would be the answer. That is why I already told him your room number. He should be there any minute.

P.S.: I believe he is bringing a female friend to watch.

I stared in paralysis at the email. First at his assumption, but more so at the reality another stranger was on his way over and bringing a girl to watch.

This had officially gotten out of hand. Yes, I wanted another cock in my mouth; yes, I wanted another load down my throat; no, I didn't want someone watching.

Before I had any time to consider my serious predicament there was a knock at the door.

I considered pretending I wasn't in, yet the reality was my mouth was watering already and my addiction to cocksucking was again controlling me.

I stood up, shut off the lights, leaving the television on and went to the door.

I peeked through the hole and saw a young man there with a redheaded female who was very cute. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

"Are you the cocksucker?" The stranger asked, still in the hallway.

I nodded, shame burning through me at a high school girl witnessing this gay act.

"Are you going to blow me in the hallway or let us in?" The teenager asked.

I asked, "Are you both eighteen?"

"Yep," he said.

The girl added with a giggle, "As of a few days ago."

"Come in," I said, as the elevator dinged implying others were about to witness my humiliation.

They followed me in and she closed the door. She asked, "So you really like sucking high school boys' cock?"

I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I really had no answer to the question.

"Knees, cocksucker," the guy said.

Wanting the humiliation to end, yet undeniably hungry for more cock, I wordlessly walked to him and dropped to my knees

"Zack said you were an eager faggot," he laughed as he pulled his already hard cock out.

It was smaller in length, under six inches, but wider in girth than the dominant teen, whose name I finally learned was Zack.

Trying to forget I had an audience, I opened up and took the cock in my mouth and began bobbing hungrily, praying this would be another quick deposit.

He groaned, "That's it old man, show my girlfriend how to really suck cock."

The girl protested, "I don't mind sucking cock, I just don't want you coming in my mouth."

"Carrie here says cum tastes disgusting, is that true?" He asked, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could answer.

Already perceived as a complete cocksucker I admitted, "No, I love the taste."

"You want to swallow my cum?" He asked.

"Yes," I nodded, staring at his cock, craving what I knew it could give me.

He slid his cock back in my mouth and I continued bobbing hungrily, for some strange reason, to show Carrie how a real cocksucker sucks. It was ludicrous, but I wanted to please him, to be better than his pretty girlfriend.

"Fuck Carrie, he's taking it all in his mouth," he said, likely something she didn't do.

"He's really going to town," she replied, her voice so close to me now I assumed she was right beside me.

I continued my fast paced bobbing, wanting to taste his cum, wanting this awkwardness to end, yet also turned on at being better than his girlfriend.

Suddenly, I felt hands on my head and she ordered, "Fuck the faggot's face."

The teenager obeyed and soon I was making porn star like slobbering sounds as my mouth was fucked roughly.

"Shit, the faggot doesn't gag at all," Carrie said in awe, clearly not able herself to do what I was doing.

"Maybe I'll have him teach you," he groaned.

"Maybe you can fuck his cunt instead of mine," she countered.

My eyes wet wide. I was a cocksucker yes, but I didn't do anal.

"Does cocksucker give up his ass too?" she asked.

I couldn't answer though as my mouth was full of cock and he wasn't slowing down.

"Here it comes," he declared a moment later before depositing his heavy load in my mouth.

I swallowed his load even as he continued fucking my face.

"You take it all too," Carrie said, shocked. "You really are a much better cocksucker than me." She let go of my head and a few seconds later the teen pulled his cock out.

He pulled up his pants and asked, "Want to eat my girlfriend's cunt?"

The offer shocked me. She was hot and young, and yet the thought of eating another woman's pussy felt like cheating...while as I already mentioned sucking cock didn't to me. That said, I didn't want to offend the pretty girl.

She hiked up her skirt, sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs, as she asked, looking super sexy, "What do you think cocksucker? Are you a cunt licker too?"

I stammered, the teenager's cunt only hidden by her red thong, "I-I-I don't eat pussy."

She laughed, "You must be one great husband."

I just wanted them to leave, this easily being the most humiliating evening of my life...even though it was oddly the most exciting as well.

"Last chance to munch on teen cunt," the guy said.

"I'd love to," I said, "but oddly I feel like that is cheating."

"And sucking my boyfriend's cock wasn't?" She asked, pulling her thong to the side to show me her completely shaved cunt, unlike my wife's hairy hole.

I explained, "Right, because my wife doesn't have a cock."

"Fucking hilarious," he laughed, "a married cocksucker with morals."

"So you will suck cock but not eat cunt?" She asked, clearly amused as her finger slid inside her pussy.

"Yes," I admitted, my face burning in shame, even as I watched her finger herself.

She moaned, "Last chance for some teen pussy, cocksucker."

Although it was tempting, having never licked a shaved pussy, I couldn't cheat on my wife.

When I didn't move, she shrugged and said, "Whatever, cocksucker. I never planned to actually let you eat me anyway."

The guy laughed, "Let's leave the cocksucker to jerk off or whatever faggots do to get off."

"Sure, baby," she said, standing up, bending in front of me and shoving her finger in my mouth. "Just so you know what you could have tasted."

Her taste was surprisingly sweet, unlike my wife's fishlike taste. Just as quickly as her fingers were in my mouth, they were gone.

Both laughed as they walked out of my room, leaving me alone.

I stood up, went to the door and locked it, deciding I was done for the evening and maybe forever.

Suddenly exhausted, I went to my bed and saw I had three new messages. Two were from Zack and the other was from the guy I sucked upstairs.

I clicked on Zack's:

Cocksucker

I hope you enjoyed the gift I sent you. It should help kill the time until I come over around 2am.

I sighed as I looked at the clock, it was just after midnight.

I clicked on the other message from Zack:

Do you want my cock again? I need to know if I should bother coming over and giving you another load.

I sighed. I had just decided that I was done, I couldn't handle anymore humiliation tonight, yet suddenly I wasn't so sure.

I loved his cock and loved his dominant persona. For him, I wanted to be a faggot, an obedient cocksucker.

I took a deep breath and responded:

Hi sir,

Yes, I'd love to serve you again.

Cocksucker

After I hit send, I instantly regretted it, knowing it was almost two hours away and I was completely wiped.

I clicked on the other message:

Thanks for the blow job, I forgot how good it could feel.

I responded back:

Are you still staying here tomorrow? I'd love to blow you again.

After clicking send, I shook my head. I definitely had an addiction problem. I couldn't say no to cock.

I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I was jarred awake by knocking on my door.

Groggily, I glanced at the clock and saw it was 2:25. I got up and went to the door. I peeked through the keyhole to see an annoyed looking Zack.

I opened the door and said, "Sorry, I must have fallen asleep."

"Oh, I know just how to wake you up," he smirked, walking past me and into my room.

I closed the door and followed him in, trying to wake up.

"Knees, cocksucker," he ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed.

As usual, I obeyed, dropping to my knees in front of him.

"Still hungry?" He asked.

"Yes," I admitted, my mouth instantly watering, my addiction overwhelming me.

"I hear you suck cock but not pussy," he said, pulling his pants down and off.

"Yes," I nodded, too tired to be embarrassed.

"So you only do things that you can't do with your wife?" He asked, to clarify, pulling his underwear down to reveal his nice long cock.

"Yes," I again answered, no longer trying to explain, just wanting to suck.

"Get naked," he ordered.

"I'd rather not," I replied, reaching for his cock.

"If you want this cock again, you will get naked now," he firmly instructed, moving his cock away from my hungry lips.

As this night had already proved, I would do anything for cock, especially his cock, and so I stood up and got undressed.

"Good, cocksucker," he smirked, as I again obeyed.

Once I was naked, he ordered, "Back on your knees."

I quickly obeyed, sensing I was soon going to have his delicious cock back in my mouth.

"Go ahead cocksucker, you look like you're starving," he said.

I didn't need to be told twice. I leaned forward and took his cock back in my mouth.

"Get it nice and hard," he groaned.

It was already semi-erect and it didn't take long to have it fully hard.

"So just to clarify, you only do things you can't do with your wife?" He asked, a couple of minutes into the cocksucking.

"Yes," I replied, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

"And you love my cock, don't you?" He smirked, looking down at me.

"Yes," I again admitted.

"Stand up," he ordered.

I did, curious how he planned to use my mouth after the unique upside down thing last time.

He surprised me, pushing me to the bed, and bending me over. I stammered, "W-w-what are you doing?"

"Keeping to your values," he chuckled, as he moved behind me.

"Please, not my ass," I begged, quickly understanding his intentions.

His cock poked between my ass cheeks. He said, "Your wife can't do this to you. Although, I suppose she could fuck you with a strap-on, you'd probably like that."

Honestly, I had fantasized about that. Although I had never been ass fucked, I had experimented with a variety of anal toys and wondered what it would be like to be pegged by my wife.

"Don't move, I'm going to grab the lube from my jean pockets. I think you'll enjoy it much better that way," he instructed.

Oddly, I didn't move. I remained bent over. I didn't want to be ass fucked, yet I couldn't move, somehow feeling I must obey.

A few seconds later, I felt warm liquid between my ass cheeks. Somehow, this too turned me on.

"Now I'm not going to fuck your ass unless you beg me to," he surprised me, as he rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks.

This surprised me. I expected him to just take my ass, make me his bitch and I was willing to let him do it. Yet, now he wanted to hear me say I wanted it, and that only added to the complete humiliation.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass, cocksucker, make you officially a faggot?" He questioned, as his cockhead poked my asshole.

Although part of me didn't want him to, this was so much more than just cocksucking, a bigger part of me was willing to do whatever he wanted me to...lust overriding logic.

After a brief hesitation, I answered, "Yes, please fuck my ass."

"Your man cunt?" He questioned, as the mushroom top pushed forward trying to break through my very tight ass.

"Yessss, my man cunnnnt," I grimaced as his cock broke through my last layer of resistance.

The inevitable burn cascaded through me as my anal cherry was taken by a high school student.

"This is the tightest cunt I've ever filled," he groaned, as he continued to slowly slither his snake deeper into my virgin rectum.

"Fuuuuck," I whimpered.

"Don't worry faggot," he comforted, before promising, "once you get used to a cock in that cunt of yours you'll be begging for me to fuck you like the faggot cock slut you are."

Oddly, I was hoping he was right, as at the moment all I felt was burning, even as, unexplainably, my cock was rock hard pressed against the bed.

"All in," he declared, not moving as seven inches of cock rested deep inside me.

"Thank God,"' I weakly quipped, confident there was no way I could take another millimetre in me.

"Luckily, I'm not thick like my buddy, Jimmy, who you sucked earlier. In ass-fucking girth is way more damaging than length," he explained, as if he was an expert at ass fucking, which he may have been based on his complete confidence.

"Kkkk," I nodded.

"Get used to the cock in your cunt, faggot," he instructed, like I had a choice.

Strangely, the pain began to subside and I felt a sudden urge to have him fuck me the longer his cock rested deep inside me. I can't remotely explain it, but I wanted to feel his cock moving inside me. I was surprised when I heard myself say, "Please fuck me."

"Pardon? Only real faggots request to be ass fucked," he smugly responded, with an 'I told you so' tone.

I didn't think I was a faggot, a term I thought offensive to gay men, but I was apparently more than just a cocksucker. Yet, deciding semantics wasn't really relevant now, I admitted, like he wanted me to, "Yes, sir, I'm your faggot?"

Hearing the words he obviously wanted to hear, he began pulling his cock out.

I groaned as he began slowly fucking me, allowing my ass to get used to being fucked.

Although the burn was still there, it was beginning to dissipate as a strange new pleasure, very different from when doing the fucking, began to emerge.

He seemed to constantly be able to read my mind as he said, "You're beginning to enjoy it aren't you, faggot."

"Yes, sir," I mindlessly replied.

He didn't speed up as I'd expected though, as I began to want him to. My whimpers became moans and the longer he kept slowly fucking me the more I wanted it harder.

Finally, I begged, "Please, fuck my ass harder."

"Like I would a dirty ass slut?" He questioned.

"Yes, please make me your ass slut," I moaned, wanting to be used, fuck, banged, hammered, or whatever other term one may imagine.

"But I thought you only sucked cock," he pointed out, still continuing the slow pace.

"I was before you turned me into an ass slut," I admitted, no longer sure what I was, but knowing what I wanted.

Suddenly, he slammed into me hard, somehow reaching new depths. I screamed, "Fuuuuuck."

He pulled back out slowly and slammed back into me. He continued these contrasting slow and fast strokes, which enhanced the pleasure, re-stimulated the pain and only made me want to be fucked harder.

"More, pleassssse," I begged, "fuck the shit out of your ass slut."

"You want that cunt of yours pounded hard?" He questioned.

"Yes, hammer my cunt with that big sledgehammer of yours," I replied, as I got more and more frustrated by his teasing.

"Bounce back on my cock," he ordered, as he pulled out and sat down on a chair at the table.

I quickly moved to him, like a bitch in heat, bent my ass in front of his missile and tried to get it back inside. It was awkward and frustrating as I tried to get the correct angle. After a few failed attempts to impale myself on his stiff dick, I finally hit pay dirt as his cock easily slid back into my wanton hole.

"Now fuck yourself, faggot," he ordered, once I had filled myself with his cock.

I obeyed, beginning to ride his cock. The pain was gone and only undeniable pleasure remained. I sounded like a squealing pig with each backwards bounce as I slammed my ass back onto him.

"Such an eager faggot," he said, as my own focus now was on fucking myself.

As I continued filling my ass with his cock, I couldn't help but notice my own hard cock flailing all over the place, my own balls beginning to boil.

"Where do you want my cum?" He asked, his own breathing getting heavier too.

"My ass sir," I quickly replied, wanting to know that it felt like to be filled with cum.

"As you wish," he grunted a few seconds later and I felt his hot seed rocket inside my pussy.

I groaned, "Yes, fill my cunt with your cummmmmmm," as I kept fucking myself, milking his cock with my tight ass, the feeling of being filled with cum another naughty, but undeniably satisfying, moment.

"You're a faggot now," he quipped.

I admitted, as I began stroking my cock while still fucking myself, "I love being a faggggggot."

"Come my whore, come with a cock in your ass," he ordered, as he grabbed my hips, lifted up and dropped me on his lap. This new position had his cock somehow reach new depths again.

It took seconds to obey his order as being used as a slut was the ultimate turn on and I began spraying my cum everywhere, while sitting on his lap with his cock buried inside me.

"I think that officially makes you a faggot," he quipped, clearly amused.

It was hard to argue as I had come sitting on a teenager's lap with his cock lodged deep up my ass.

"You're one good fuck," he complimented, "better than most bitches I bang."

"Thanks," I weakly said, somehow flattered by the compliment.

"Get off me," he said, a moment later and as I stood up, my legs weak, cum leaking out of my ass, complete and utter shame cascaded through me.

My orgasm complete, no longer horny and being controlled by my cock, I was mortified of everything I had done today, everything I had risked, all for cock.

He stood up and got dressed. "Feeling guilty?" He asked.

"A little," I admitted, still surprised how he always knew what I was thinking.

"Don't be," he shrugged, "you finally, after all these years, accepted what and who you are."

"I'm more confused than ever," I said, which was true. Yet, I wasn't sure I needed to have this conversation with a teenager.

"You'll figure it out," he said, all philosophical, "you can't hide your true sexuality forever and now that the cat is out of the bag so to speak, you're going to want it again."

I prayed he was wrong, but based on my hunger to suck cock, I'm guessing he wasn't wrong.

"Well it was fun," he shrugged and walked out of my hotel room.

Exhausted, I collapsed on my bed even as cum continued to trickle out of my ass.

As I drifted into slumber, I prayed he was wrong, that this was a onetime thing, yet of course once the genie is out of the lamp it is impossible to put him back in it.

Epilogue

I sucked off my upstairs hotel neighbour the next evening once more and emailed Zack to offer him another evening of complete obedience, but he didn't respond back, leaving me wanting.

I'm not sure I'm a faggot, I still hate that term.

But I definitely am no longer just a cocksucker...so what does that make me?

The end

Link: https://www.literotica.com/s/straight-cocksucker-1st-time-anal