In case you are curious, we celebrated the Eagles' win with me giving a celebratory blow job to Mike and left with a nice warm belly of cum. I couldn't believe how accidentally being outed as a pantyhose-wearing sissy would turn out so well with me finally having my long-desired suck buddy... a guaranteed load without the risk.
He promised he would be beckoning me regularly to drop a load. I assured him I couldn't wait.
In bed Thursday night, I replayed the wild serendipity that had allowed me to be outed as a pantyhose wearing cocksucker. The fact that Mike was turned on by me wearing pantyhose doubled down on the serendipitous nature of the night. Tripled, quite frankly, if you add his nylon fetish was piqued by my wife's regular wearing of them.
God, it was so amazing... I now had someone who knew my secret and was not only not repulsed by it, but excited.
A suck buddy had been the ultimate dream for some time now... a sure thing of cock and cum. Plus, unlike the risk that came with hooking up with strangers, this was way safer.
Perhaps, the biggest surprise of the night after him being agreeable to letting me blow him, was when he rubbed me off and made me come in my underwear and pantyhose.
As I lay there, my wife snoring away, my dick hardened as Mike's big hard dick and his creamy load lingered in my head and mouth. It likely sounds really gay, but I didn't brush my teeth or use mouthwash so I could still taste it.
Eventually, I drifted off smiling at the reality that I had sucked a good friend's big hard cock and hopefully would again very, very soon.
Friday, nothing from Mike. Even though this wasn't surprising, I was disappointed. I had only blown him twice and I was already addicted to that big juicy cock and those large loaded balls. I craved his cock... I craved his cum.
Friday night as I was fucking my wife, I came in her imagining Mike fucking me... which was new. I had always been able to keep my two polar opposite sexual identities separate. When I was fucking my wife I was the man and in control; when I was sucking cock I was the submissive; I didn't think of cock when fucking my wife and I didn't think of my wife while sucking cock. Now... the two seemed to be blurring into each other.
It was Saturday afternoon, coming on two full days since I got cock, and I was out with my wife doing a little shopping. Oddly, I enjoyed just meandering on a Saturday... although it was the day after Black Friday so the malls were fucking nuts.
Shelia was trying on a new pair of jeans when Mike texted: Can you come over? I need some help unloading a big package.
One sentence and my mouth watered and my dick hardened. Unfortunately, I was with my wife. Of course, he could mean an actual package, but I assumed this was safe code to go over and blow him.
When my wife came out, she asked, "What do you think of these jeans?"
"They make me want to bend you over and fuck you," I wickedly said, and then added as I leaned into her ear, "in that tight ass of yours."
"Adam!" she gasped. "Not here."
"What?" I questioned, so horny from one single text booty cock sucking call. "Is it wrong to say I want to fuck my hot tight-assed wife?"
"In a clothing store, yes," she said, not overly impressed by my blunt perversion. Alas, my direct sexual talk didn't turn her on like it used to... unless she had had a few drinks. "And you know I only do that once in a while."
"Well, it has been a while," I countered... although the words meant both since I plugged her ass and since I had been bent over and sodomized.
"You're incorrigible," she said, shaking her head... seemingly her annoyance at my naughty talk had faded.
My phone buzzed again. I checked it: Can you come over soon?
"What?" she asked.
"Mike needs help at his house," I answered... not lying... at least not lying completely.
"Right now?"
"It seems so."
"Well, let me buy these and then I can drop you off," she said. "Then either he can drop you off or I can pick you up after my dinner with the girls."
"You sure?" I asked, feeling a little guilty that I was going to ditch her to go suck cock.
"Yeah, we were almost done here anyway," she said. "Plus, I need to do some shopping without you anyway."
"You do?" I asked.
"Christmas is under a month away," she pointed out.
"Of course, I knew what," I replied, although it was obvious I hadn't put any thought into the most joyous time of the year... or what to get her.
"Don't worry," she said as she headed back to the change room. "I'll make you a list."
"You're the best, honey," I called out, before pulling out my phone to respond to Mike: Sheila is going to drop me off as soon as she pays for some new jeans.
He texted right back: Great. This package won't unload itself.
I wanted to reply with some wit, but didn't want any sort of evidence that would make my wife suspicious if she, for some reason, read my texts (not that she ever did), so I just responded: Be there as soon as I can.
My wife came out, purchased her jeans and we drove to Mike's house. My dick was hard the entire time even as my brain pointed out the obvious... my wife was driving me to a gay booty call. Yes, a part of me felt guilty, alas my hunger for cock, cum and submission easily overrode that guilt.
"So, how is Mike doing?" Shelia asked.
"Good," I replied.
"Are Mike and Karen still trying to have a kid?"
"They are trying to have a kid?" I asked, this not something he had mentioned once.
She laughed, shook her head and asked, "What do you guys talk about?"
"Sports, sex and food," I replied, "and not always in that order."
"I can only imagine," she smirked, reaching over and giving my dick a squeeze. "Still hard?"
"I'm always hard," I defended, which wasn't really true anymore... but once was.
"Is it because you want to fuck my ass?" she asked coyly and with a bit of flirtation, surprising me.
I lied. As bad as it was, as pathetic as it was, but at this moment if I had to choose between sucking Mike's dick or fucking my wife in the ass I would choose sucking dick. "I'm always hard thinking about fucking you."
"Well, while you were a little inappropriate in the shop, you fucked me extra good last night and maybe if I have just enough to drink, you can slide that dick up my shitter," she wickedly said. A prim and proper woman, she could get intensely naughty in the bedroom or when trying to get me all revved up... which happened rarely the past couple of years, but this was a pleasant surprise.
"You had me at shitter," I replied, as her hand continued to be on my dick and teasing it.
"Although I read somewhere that men are beginning to let their women fuck their ass," she said, instantly making me gasp in shock, although my dick twitched guiltily and uncontrollably in my pants. "It's called pegging and your dick just twitched when I said it."
"W-w-where did you read that?" I stammered in shock, super curious. Being pegged by my wife is my number one unfilled fantasy with her.
"Some online website that Facebook sent me to," she answered.
"What are you doing on your Facebook to get that sort of algorithm?" I questioned, actually quite curious. I knew Facebook used your searches on your phone to promote ads and other similar things. Since I search for pantyhose a fair amount, I get pantyhose company promotions and websites of girls in nylons, for example.
"I don't know," she shrugged while giving my dick a squeeze. "I have been researching the best toys to spice up a sex life."
"Oh!" I said, surprised to hear her doing such a thing. No doubt our sex life had faded in wildness and regularity the past few years, but it was still pretty good... not great, but good.
"Would you let me handcuff you?" She queried.
"Seriously?" I asked, this conversation taking some peculiar and fascinating turns.
"You could blindfold and bind me," she said, rubbing my dick teasingly.
"Where did this come from?" I asked.
"I just want to make sure we keep the fire burning and I know I have allowed the flame to almost burn out," she said.
"Honey, no you haven't," I said, not wanting her to take the full blame for a situation that just seemed to happen over time.
"Three kids in five years kicked the shit out of my body and destroyed my sex drive but I am feeling it come back," she said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Wasn't blowing you in the garage the other day and then riding you like you were a cowboy, didn't give you any hints?"
"I guess it did," I admitted. "I didn't analyze it, but I sure did enjoy it."
"We need to keep the spark alive," she said, sounding a little concerned.
"The spark has always been there," I said, wondering if the diminishing of the spark was what led me to explore my cock sucking side. I don't think so; it was simply a curiosity that had evolved over time.
"I know you have always been locked and loaded," she smiled.
"Always got to be ready," I smiled.
"Well, you will need to be even more ready as my libido has returned and I have been researching new positions," she said, as we reached Mike's house.
"New positions?" I asked, this conversation going so well I almost didn't want it to end... other than I had a big juicy cock with a full ball sac of cum waiting for me on the other side of that front door.
"I'm going to rock your world," she said, giving my dick a squeeze.
"You are going to make me come in my pants," I warned.
"Maybe I should pull this thing out and have a snack," she wickedly said, so unlike her... at least the past few years.
We were in Mike's driveway and hardly secluded, but I likely would have gone along with it if I wasn't wearing pantyhose underneath my jeans. I stammered, "R-r-raincheck." That had always been our code for not right now, but later. A word that had not been used in a while.
"Fine," she sighed, "but make sure you are up when I get home. I plan on having a few drinks and I expect this dick ready to fuck all my holes."
"Jesus, Shelia," I said, so surprised by her sudden naughtiness.
"Now get out of here before I straddle you right here," she said, giving me a kiss and then moving her hand away.
"Love you," I said, still processing the sudden change in her.
"Love you too," she said and I headed out... my dick aching with need.
"And think about that pegging thing," Shelia called out as I walked up the sidewalk. I stopped and turned around in shock at her last words even as she drove away.
Was she serious about pegging me? How could I possibly let her know I was game for that? How would that change the sexual hierarchy dynamics of me being the man? What would she say if she discovered my pantyhose wearing secret? No way I could tell her about my cock sucking life. These questions and so many more spun around in my head and I tried to push them out of my thoughts as I had a cock to suck. I adjusted my dick and went into Mike's house.
It was always unlocked when any of us was invited over. I walked in. Took off my shoes. Took off my socks and put them in my shoes and then realized that there was a slim chance his wife was home or he wasn't alone. So, I grabbed my socks just as he walked in and instructed, "Take off the pants too."
"You're alone?" I asked, even though that was obvious.
"Yeah, Karen is with her mom out shopping for at least a couple of hours," he said, as I took my pants off to reveal I had obeyed him from the first night and was wearing pantyhose and no underwear. As such, my hard dick that started with his text and remained because of my wife's wicked words and hand on my dick was framed perfectly.
"Shelia is out all night now," I said, as I placed my pants on the floor with my shoes.
"So, are you hungry?" he asked, as he cupped his dick.
"Starving," I answered, not even pretending not to be here to be a sissy cock sucking cum dump.
"You're already hard," he pointed out.
I replied, now standing in a shirt and pantyhose, "I know this is weird to say, and I don't want it to change our friendship, but I have been craving your cock since I left Thursday."
"Nice," he nodded. "Let's go to the man cave."
"Sure," I nodded, my mouth watering already and I had not even seen his dick yet.
"Grab your shit in case the wife comes home early," Mike said.
"Yeah, that makes sense," I agreed, reaching down to grab my pants and socks.
"But you know our friendship has changed."
I didn't respond right away as I was hoping he had more to say. I didn't want him to see me now as just some faggot. I still wanted to be able to hang out, chat sports and have barbecues... I just also wanted to be able to blow his big beautiful cock too.
He continued, making me relieved a little, "I don't mean that in a bad way."
"Okay," I said as we went down the stairs.
"It's now we have two separate situations," he said.
"Okay," I repeated.
"Yeah, nothing really changes in regard to our friendship," he continued as he walked to the couch. "We just have an added layer."
"Good," I said, as I reached him and my mouth watered, as I placed my pants and socks on a table, "because I want to be able to suck your cock all the time."
"All the time?" he questioned and reached over and squeezed my dick through the pantyhose.
"I know it's pathetic but I haven't stopped thinking about your dick since Thursday," I said, and then I realized I had already said that upstairs.
"And I see you obeyed my no underwear suggestion."
"Yeah, I always do as I am told," I said, highlighting my natural submissive sissy side.
"And were you actually wearing pantyhose while with your wife today?"
"Yes," I admitted. "I had to."
"Why?" he asked, slowly rubbing my dick.
"Because you told me to and I prayed you would beckon me here to be your cum dump," I answered, purposely highlighting my submissiveness and adding the nasty words.
"Cum dump," he laughed, as he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor.
An action that instantly made my dick twitch in his hand.
I obeyed, dropping to my knees, in a hungry heartbeat.
"Shit, you really are a hungry cock sucker," he said, with a slight chuckle.
"I had my wife drive me over here to suck dick," I pointed out, squeezing his package over his shorts.
"True enough," he laughed.
"I can't explain it, but there is nothing I crave more and enjoy more than sucking cock," I said, as he pulled his shorts down.
"Well? You are going to have an abundance of opportunities to do just that," he said, as his big hard cock presented itself before me.
"God, you have a great fucking dick," I complimented, as I began to stroke it with my left hand.
"I can't believe you actually left your wife to suck my dick," he said, as I stroked his dick and licked his cock head.
"Yeah, I know it sounds pathetic, but once my cock sucker brain turns on, it is all I want," I added, as I swirled my tongue around his thick mushroom tip.
"Would you choose my cock over your wife's pussy?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess I would," I admitted, after a very brief pondering... although I had already accepted that truth to myself, but didn't want to make it so obvious. "In fact, she offered to blow me when we were in your driveway, but I wanted this dick in my mouth and I also didn't want her to know I was wearing pantyhose."
"You are fucking with me," he gasped, as I continued to focus just on his fat cock head... oddly enjoying this conversation.
"Nope, all true. I want to obey you and be your suck buddy," I answered, knowing it was pathetic and gay to choose cock over getting mine sucked... but that was the reality of how I felt at this moment.
"And future fuck buddy," he added.
"Yeah, if we plan it right you can bend me over and fuck the shit out of me," I hastily said, having purchased the items needed to make sure my back door was clean for a sanitary sodomy.
"Jesus, I still can't believe you're such a sissy," he said, as I moved down and took one of his balls in my mouth. "Oh yeah, suck on those balls."
I admitted, feeling so safe to just say what I wanted, after worshipping one ball, "I'll do anything you say, Mike. I want to be your sissy, faggot, cum dump."
I then found his other ball and replicated the ball-worshipping.
"Holy fuck," Mike said with a chuckle.
Once I finished getting his ball sac all warmed up for that load I craved, I slithered my tongue back up his shaft and said, cupping his balls, "I'm serious. I crave cock pretty much twenty-four seven and will do anything to extract this creamy load."
"Shit, you sure you're not completely a faggot," he said, before he slid his cock in my mouth and began fucking my mouth.
I couldn't answer him, but the question did bounce around my head as he face fucked me. In the end, when a dick was available, I was a complete faggot... but I also still loved my wife, admired women, and liked to fuck. I was undoubtedly bisexual. I also didn't find a man attractive, just a cock... pretty much any cock.
"God, you have a great mouth," he said, as he pumped two-thirds of his cock in my mouth. Wanting to feel his big heavy balls bouncing off my chin, I reached around, grabbed his ass cheeks, and pulled him deep into my mouth. "You hungry fucking faggot, you want all this cock?"
He pulled out as saliva dripped off his dick, "You want this cock?" he repeated.
"Yes, I want your cock so bad," I replied with a hungry lust you can't fake.
"Suck it," he ordered.
I obeyed without hesitation as I devoured his cock and bobbed like a porn star slut. It was weird, but on my knees with a cock in my mouth just felt like home.
"Oh yeah, fuck you suck cock good," he groaned as I bobbed back and forth eagerly. While I was taking my time while we were talking, I now wanted that load. I wanted it bad. After another dozen bobs or so, he ordered, "Rub your dick while you suck me."
My dick was begging for attention inside the pantyhose and I immediately obeyed, rubbing my dick with my right hand while I massaged his balls with my left and not slowing down at all on my hungry dick smoking. It was some pretty impressive multitasking.
"Oh yeah, don't stop," he groaned, which excited me as his moans implied his load was going to be filling my mouth soon.
I rubbed my dick; I massaged his ball sac; I sucked his dick.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
"Fuck, it's Karen," he sighed, pulling out of my mouth.
I felt a wash of disappointment as my mouth was suddenly empty... especially when I was so close to extracting that creamy salty seed I so desperately craved.
He walked a few steps, grabbed his phone and walked back to me as he answered, "Hey, honey."
I wasn't sure what to do. Did he want me to resume sucking him while he talked to his wife? The thought added to the hotness of this perverse situation.
"Yeah, Adam just got here a few minutes ago," he said as he tapped his dick against my lips.
Taking that as a pretty obvious answer to my inner pondering, I opened up and took the big hard fat cock back in my mouth.
"Yeah, we are just having a snack first," he answered, which was a little wicked since the snack was his cock.
I bobbed, but slower, assuming he didn't want to come while on the phone with his wife.
"Sure, I don't see why not," he said, as I resumed rubbing my cock while slowly sucking his dick. He then added, "I'll work him over good."
What did that mean? There was no way she knew about this, was there? I continued sucking him, I kept rubbing myself, but suddenly I was awash with anxiety.
"Yes, I'll make sure he, I mean we, unload everything," he said, as he put his free hand on the back of my hand and began slowly face fucking me... the innuendo to his wife wickedly delicious.
After a few more slow strokes, his entire dick tickling my tonsils and his balls gently slapping my chin, he said, "Sounds good. Take your time." A few smooth strokes later, he added, "Be sure to text when you are on your way home."
After a couple more strokes, he finished, "Love you too."
He then tossed his phone on the couch, placed his hands on both sides of my head and said, "That was fucking hot."
"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned in response, wanting him to know I thought so too, but couldn't say so with words since his cock was now pumping in my mouth aggressively... his loaded balls bouncing off my chin with each deep thrust.
"Fuck, I love having a cock sucking cum dump at my disposal," he said, after about twenty rough deep thrusts, as I focused on breathing through my nose and not gagging on his glorious cock... gagging always ruining the mood of the moment while my own orgasm was rising.
"Get ready, man, here it comes," Mike warned, before seconds later unloading his warm, creamy seed into my mouth and smoothly sliding down my stomach. God, I loved cum. "Fuck," he grunted as he kept pumping his dick, although at a slower pace.
Once he unloaded every drop of his cum in me, he pulled out and said, "That was great."
"Agreed," I said, remaining on my knees and admiring the hard cock before me as I rubbed my cock about to come.
"Come for me, sissy," Mike ordered.
"So close," I admitted.
"Come if you want this cock again," he said. "If you want to be my cock sucking, dick taking, cum swallowing fuck toy."
"Ooooooooh, fuck," I grunted, as I spewed my load inside my pantyhose.
"Good girl," he purred, as I kept coming. A minute later, he said, "Stay undressed and let's go move the workout machine."
"All right," I said, getting off my knees as he pulled his sweats up and his delicious candy stick disappeared.
"Don't worry, I have another load for you before Karen gets home," he said, as my look of pathetic disappointment must have been obvious on my face.
"Sounds good," I said, unsure what else to say.
We moved the workout machine which was definitely a two-man job; in fact, we could have used a third person. Then we went to the garage and brought in all the Christmas boxes, 14 of them, into the house.
We went back downstairs, he opened two beers, handed me one and asked, "How did you start sucking cock?"
"Crazy as it sounds, it had never even once popped into my head until a couple of years ago," I answered, actually liking the opportunity to discuss this with someone. It had been such a sordid, shameful secret for the past two years and it was freeing to have someone to talk to about it.
"What triggered it?" he asked, as we stood at his bar and talked about me becoming a cock sucker the same way we talked football, hockey and baseball.
"I can't say it was any one thing or moment," I responded, as I had asked myself this question hundreds of times... especially on my curious early history before I actually took that first cock in my mouth and swallowed that first addicting load. "But at some point, when I was watching porn, I was watching the dicks more than the woman sucking and fucking them."
"I can't imagine," he said.
"I couldn't either, but before I knew it, I was wondering what it would feel like to be on my knees, sucking a cock and swallowing a load," I continued my bizarre descent to cock sucking.
"And your first cock?"
"A stranger at a hotel," I said. "I walked in, dropped to my knees, sucked his cock, swallowed his load and left. The guy never said a word."
"Wild."
"Yeah, walking back to my hotel, I felt pathetic... disgusted with myself... and told myself I would never do it again."
"And?"
"Well, next time I was in a new city I ended up sucking a cock or two," I answered, the cycle of desperation to suck and disgust at my weakness always fighting inside me... alas, my hunger always won.
"For some reason, I find that kind of hot," he said.
"Really?" I asked.
He looked at my dick, which was no longer fully erect, but had never become completely flaccid during the moving of items. "Yeah, I mean, I am not gay or anything, but dick does look hot in pantyhose."
"I think so too," I agreed, as he moved his hand to my dick.
"It's weird, but I like the idea of touching your dick through the pantyhose, but I have no interest in feeling it outside the pantyhose," he said.
"I understand," I said, enjoying his hand slowly caressing my immediately hardening dick through my cum stained pantyhose.
"You do?" he asked as he continued rubbing my dick.
"I understand in the way I understand that each of us has hidden sexual curiosities. For me, sucking cock and even getting fucked isn't inherently gay."
"How so?" he asked, clearly struggling with his own inner sexuality. Like me, he wanted to understand his curiosity or desire to touch a dick.
"Well, for me it is not about the man attached to the dick, it's about the dick and the load in his balls," I said. "At least for me."
"I guess me too," he said, "although I have no interest in sucking a dick and definitely no interest in getting fucked, but looking at your dick over the pantyhose and feeling it through the silky sheer nylons makes me want to feel your cock twitch and cum."
"I get it," I said. "I really do. I struggled through those feelings for a long time."
"So, how isn't it gay?" he asked, trying to understand his own feelings.
"Well, I just want dick and cum. I still love women. I still find women sexually attractive and appealing. I still love my wife. I still enjoy fucking my wife."
"But you rather suck my cock than fuck your wife," he reminded me.
"Yeah, that is more complicated," I sighed, although with a moan as his hand felt really good on my pantyhose-clad dick. I then added, "But I don't want to kiss you or fuck you, I just want to suck your cock and enjoy my feminine side for a few minutes."
"And get my load," he added.
"Exactly!" I nodded as I moved my hand to his crotch. "But then once I have swallowed that load, I want to go back to being a man."
"So, you're a sissy girl when on your knees?"
"Or a faggot, cum dump, cock sucking sissy or whatever name pops into your head as I blow you," I continued, my dick actually twitching at my own derogatory words about myself.
"So, you like the name-calling?" he asked. As we both touched each other's now completely erect dicks.
"When on my knees or getting fucked, all masculinity seems to escape me," I answered.
"Shit, I would never imagine that from you," he said.
"Would you imagine me being an eager cock sucker you can dump a load into anytime before it happened?" I asked, really wanting his dick back in my mouth.
"No, I definitely had not," he laughed. He then asked, "Ever given a foot job?"
"I've received them, but never gave one," I replied, Shelia having given me a fair amount over the years. In fact, I have watched a few of those ignore sex videos (where a woman gives a hand job or foot job while on her phone or reading a book) and realized my wife may have started that concept a decade ago. More than once, she would be reading a magazine or watching television while I fucked her nylon-clad feet. It was a little annoying that she wasn't really involved, but it was also hot to be able to just fuck her silky sheer soles like a free use plaything.
"I never have," he said.
"I can give you one," I offered, having never once pondered what it would feel like to be the vessel of pleasure in a foot job scenario... until now.
"Yeah, let's do that," he said.
I got onto the floor, lay on my back and lifted my feet up perhaps too eagerly. The idea of having his cock between my pantyhose feet suddenly very exciting.
"Shit, you are one eager cock slut," he chuckled just as my feet made contact with his hard dick.
"When I'm in pantyhose I am a submissive cock and cum slut," I replied, my cock twitching in my pantyhose at both my words and the sudden sensation of a cock between my feet.
"You like being my slut?" he asked, as he put his hands on my feet and began to slowly fuck them.
"I live being your slut," I admitted without hesitation...the fact I had a friend who knew my perversion and not only wasn't disgusted, but turned on... was an ultimate win.
"You like being my cum dump?" he questioned, as his dick slid back and forth between my silky sheer feet. It wasn't as sexually stimulating as having it in my mouth, but the fact that he was clearly enjoying it was a turn-on.
"Yes, I love being your sissy cum dump," I concurred, loving his ability to get nasty in the heat of the moment.
"My fucking faggot to use as I please," he continued, as he really pumped his dick between the soles of my feet.
I really never could understand why I loved being called a faggot so much, but it was the derogatory name that turned me on the most. "Yes, I want to be your cock sucking, foot pumping and ass taking cum dump faggot," I listed off with pathetic admission.
"Oh fuck, this feels so good," he groaned as he furiously fucked my feet, and I couldn't help but wonder what his dick would feel like pounding me from behind.
"Yeah, come on your faggot's feet and all over his sissy stockings," I added, although they were not stockings, but I liked the alliteration.
"Oh yeah, tell me what you want," he ordered with a desperate groan which told me he was close to coming again.
"I want you to fuck my feet and come all over me," I answered. I had taken facials, but I had never just been cum all over and now I desperately wanted to feel that happen.
"Oh yeah, I'm going to dump a load all over you," he groaned, obviously close. So close, in fact, that just a couple more pumps between my nylon-clad feet and I was receiving big wads of cum being shot all over me. The first landed directly on my face, then my shirt, my crotch area and my pantyhose leg.
"Yes, come all over me," I encouraged with a pathetic moan as the warm cum hit me.
"Fuck," he grunted as he finished unloading.
Then like the cum craving faggot I was, I got onto my knees and sucked any slow swimmers out of his cock.
"Shit, you really are a little cum faggot," he said, as I bobbed.
"Mmmmmmmm," I responded, enjoying the cock back in my mouth.
About a minute later, he pulled out, just as his phone rang.
For some reason, I remained on my knees as he answered it, "Hey, babe."
He walked back over to me and gestured I stand up. I did.
He then began rubbing my still very hard cock through the pantyhose.
"Okay, I'll see you soon," he said, as he masturbated me in the most surreal yet hottest way possible.
"No, I'll drop him off as soon as we finish unloading," he said wickedly.
"Yeah, love you too," he said, before he finished the call and tossed his phone on the sofa. "Now come for me, faggot. Come while you wear my cum; come while you imagine being my regular cock sucker; cum while you imagine my big dick pounding that asshole of yours."
Already hard, already desperate to come, and turned on by his nasty words, I was about to come in just thirty seconds.
"Oh yeah," was all I could say as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sexy hand job.
"Come now, faggot, come in your pantyhose, come as my sissy slut cum dump," he listed off, each one making my cock throb before I grunted and spewed my load all inside my pantyhose... again.
"Shit," he said, as he moved his hand away as soon as my cum began exploding out of me.
"Thanks," I oddly said, as my body continued to shake a little from the standing orgasm.
"Keep that cum on your face and clothes until you get home," he said.
"Okay," I obeyed, finding that kind of hot and knowing no one would see my walk of shame... although, truth be told, I didn't feel any shame at all. If anything, I felt a sense of pride in my pantyhose and being covered in cum.
Twenty minutes later he was dropping me off. The entire drive we talked sports, ignoring my face had cum on it.
"See you at church tomorrow," he said.
"Yeah," I nodded, as we both went to the same church, both because our wives made us... in return we were allowed to hang out most Sundays to watch football... although since our team played Sunday, we had no plans to hang.
"Maybe a blow job in the church bathroom," he added.
"Jesus!" I gasped, then realized the irony of what I said.
"You can still worship," he joked.
"At the altar of cock," I joked back, going along with it.
Five minutes later, I was in my office, only in my pantyhose, rubbing my cock while I watched porn. I didn't last three minutes as I replayed today and the two loads I took... plus, the idea of blowing him at church was so deliciously perverse.
That night, my wife woke me up drunk and horny by sitting on my face... something she had never done before. After I got her off with my tongue, she begged me to fuck her ass... which, of course, I did.
I eventually came on her face and the entire time I couldn't help but wonder what Mike's dick would feel like pounding my ass.
Fuck....
.....
Dressed in dress pants, dress shirt and a tie; of course, underneath I was commando with pantyhose... which wasn't easy with my wife in the room getting dressed too. I actually had to go to the washroom, take off my pants and put the pantyhose on.
So unbeknownst to my wife, we were both wearing pantyhose. She looked amazing in a red blouse, a black pleated skirt and black pantyhose. She looked hot and showed no evidence she was hungover or had been sodomized just six hours earlier... although she did say she planned on coming home and taking a nap after church.
At church, we split up like we always did. She went to gossip with the ladies, which I always joked wasn't very Christian of them, while the men chatted sports and food.
Mike said to me, "As soon as the second song starts, come to the bathroom."
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Yeah, I need to unload," he said.
"Okay," I replied, having thought he was kidding yesterday. That said, even though there was no way I should leave my wife in a pew, go to the washroom and suck dick, my mouth instantly watered, my dick began to rise and all I could think about was his cock.
"Good," he said, before the others arrived and we shifted from talking about me blowing him to today's football schedule.
Fifteen minutes later, I was vaguely singing the first hymn, while holding my wife's hand and thinking about cock. Big, hard cock. Big loaded balls. A creamy load of cum.
The song ended and as the next one began, I excused myself. Shelia was slightly surprised but likely didn't think much of it.
The service always started with a couple of songs, announcements, updates and recognitions and then a couple more songs before the sermon began. So, we had about 15 minutes, give or take.
I reached the bathroom and Mike was already there and we headed to the last stall. He asked, "Hungry?"
"Always," I answered, as I followed him. I added, "I can't believe we are doing this here."
"You did say anytime and anyplace," he pointed out, as I locked the door.
"That I did," I agreed.
"Are you wearing pantyhose?" he asked.
"Of course," I answered.
"Pull your pants down and sit on the toilet," he ordered.
"Okay," I said, both giddy with excitement to get that cock in my mouth and nervous to be doing so in such a public place.
Once I was on the toilet, he slid his dick right in my mouth and I immediately began bobbing. This time it wasn't about a slow build-up, it was about a quick cum dump. I devoured his cock like a porn star slut as he said, "Shit, you really are hungry."
Usually, I would have backed off to say something submissive and sissy-like but this time I just kept worshipping his glorious dick.
"Oh yeah, this is way better than singing in church," he added.
I couldn't disagree. This was way, way, way better than singing in church.
Suddenly, the door opened and Mike quickly pulled out and stood up on the sides of the toilet. His dick now dangling above me.
My eyes went wide at the risk of getting caught.
Mike seemed slightly less worried as he tapped his dick on my forehead.
When I looked up, he slid it in my mouth and began ever so slowly fucking my face.
I sat there and got slowly face fucked as I listened to someone piss in a urinal... luckily quite a bit away from us.
He then washed his hands and exited.
As soon as Mike knew we were alone again, he pulled out, got off the toilet and ordered, "Stand up and bend over the toilet."
"Really?" I asked, perplexed.
"Just do it," he ordered.
"Okay," I agreed, stressed about almost getting caught and yet still wanting his cum.
Once I did, placing my hands on the much more sanitary lid, he said, "Put your legs together."
I did. Was he going to try fucking me in the ass here? Shit, I wouldn't say no, but I was not remotely prepped or lubed properly for his dick.
Then I felt his dick move between my legs and he began to fuck himself between my nylon-clad legs, his dick head rubbing my balls as he pushed forward. This was not a sexual situation I had ever imagined, yet its pure perversion was kinky as fuck. It also felt kind of cool.
"Next time I have you bent over, this dick is going to be in your ass," he said, as he furiously pumped his dick.
"I hope so," I heard myself moan at the idea.
"I've always wanted to try this," he groaned as he kept fucking my inner legs.
"Well, I'm your faggot to use as you wish," I said, this being the third straight different way I took his load: a regular blow job, a foot job and now whatever you would call this."
"I'm getting close," he said. "Where do you want my load?"
"Please can I swallow it?" I asked, craving a full creamy load I only got once yesterday.
After a few more pumps he urgently said, "Now!"
I quickly spun around as he backed up, dropped to my knees in a church bathroom stall and devoured his cock which twitched and unloaded in my mouth in a couple of seconds.
I eagerly swallowed it all and once he was done, he said, all business as he put his junk away, "I'll go back first, you wait a couple of minutes."
"Yeah, sure," I said, as I got off my knees and sat on the closed toilet seat.
"Later," he nodded and left.
I pushed the door closed and locked it. I sat there for a couple of minutes processing the wild risk we had just both taken... this had gotten dangerous quickly. That said, the risk of getting caught was also very exciting.
God, I was already getting addicted to Mike's dick, domination and cum.
I shook my head as I pulled up my pants, noticing my dick was unsurprisingly rock hard. I washed my hands and headed back to the service feeling like such a sissy slut going there and back to my wife with cum breath.
Yet, what also popped back into my head as I walked towards my wife was the promise of my upcoming sodomy.
The end
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