God, I crave dick. I mean, I hate that I did, I really fucking hate it.
Yes, all I can think about is sucking a big juicy hard cock.
I love it throbbing in my mouth.
I love it pulsating as it erupts, shooting a warm blow down my throat.
I love being on my knees.
I love being called a cocksucker.
I love being called a faggot.
I love the thrill of walking into a stranger's room, dropping to my knees, fishing out his dick and finding out what I was about to suck. I was always excited to find out if he would just be a quiet guy who let me blow him or a verbal one who humiliated me.
I hated that the more verbal the guy was, the nastier the talk; the more the name-calling occurred, the harder my dick throbbed and my mind became a mindless submissive sissy.
Now I should note while I love sucking cock, enjoy being verbally debased by strangers and constantly crave creamy loads of cum, I am also happily married.
My wife is still very beautiful. My wife still blows me although nowhere near as much as she did in our younger days and I can't remember the last time she swallowed. We still fuck once a week, give or take, and we still really love each other. Of course, that should be enough... love. Love... sadly, it isn't. Why? Well, she doesn't have a dick and while I enjoy the taste of her pussy (I love making her come with my tongue), there's just something that draws me in and shifts me for a manly man to submissive cum dump, willing to do anything for cock.
To make things more complicated, I also like to wear panties and pantyhose. Now, I am not gay... like I said I have a wife and still love her and love having sex with her. I don't want some boyfriend, I don't want to divorce my wife, I just want to be able to suck a cock way more often than I do now. I also want to be able to wear panties and pantyhose freely. Yet, although my wife wears them for me and knows my fetish for nylons, she doesn't know I like to wear them nor does she know I have sucked over 20 different dicks, swallowed come, taken a couple of facials and twice even taken it up the ass... I mean how do you even have that conversation anyway,
What I really needed and wanted was a suck buddy. A guy I knew would let me come over to his home, drop to my knees, suck his cock, swallow his load, and still be buddies. Of course, in erotica that's easy. Any guy will let anybody suck his dick, but in the real world how do you have that conversation that wouldn't in some way impact the friendship?
As such, I only got to suck dick when I wasn't in my home community, which was every month or two, but nowhere near often enough to satisfy my constant hunger for a big, juicy, hard, loaded cock.
I also only wear panties and pantyhose under my suits or back at the hotel room when I am on the road.
Yet, it had been over five weeks since I had dick, and I was really going fucking crazy.
It had been five weeks since I had worn panties and pantyhose and really wanted to feel the silky sensation of nylons on my legs.
So, I said fuck it and decided to take a risk. It wasn't a big one since I made sure to cover myself well, but I decided to wear a pair of pink panties and beige silky, sheer pantyhose under my jeans as I went to my good friend Mike's house for the Thanksgiving football game. I wore my Eagles football jersey that was long enough to hide my woman's clothing if by some chance they showed over my jeans.
I kind of like the secret idea that beneath this muscular man was a secret sissy. I should also highlight I hated the words, sissy or faggots, unless I was horny and wanted a dick... in those cases, I loved the idea of being a sissy, a faggot, a cocksucker, a cum dump... I know, pretty pathetic. I told myself that all the fucking time, especially when l was back in the hotel room with a load in my stomach or the very rare time I had allowed a man to bend me over and hammer my asshole.
Usually, it was four of us watching football every Thursday and often on Sundays, but due to Thanksgiving it ended up being just me and Mike watching in his man cave basement.
Usually, I would be spending Thanksgiving with my wife and family, but they were all in Detroit visiting my wife's ill mother, and I had to stay for work. Mike's wife, which ended up being serendipitous, was working a double shift at the hospital as a nurse... as such we had the house to ourselves.
As we watched the game, our Eagles were up fourteen to three at the half. I was feeling a secret sexual exuberance. Knowing I was wearing panties and pantyhose with my best friend beside me was kind of fun. Now, of course, I had no intention of his ever finding out about my girly sissy tendencies, or him ever becoming a suck buddy, but he was a good-looking guy and had a nice big dick. I wasn't some pervert, we played sports together, and as such, I had seen it many times... way before I ever discovered my lust for dick.
At halftime we went and grabbed a couple more beers, some chips and other snacks. We were returning to the mancave in the basement when I stumbled on the bottom stair and fell to ground with chips going everywhere...luckily he was carrying the beer.
So, I was on my knees picking up the chips from the carpet when Mike said in a bewildered voice, "Are you wearing pantyhose?"
My eyes went wide as I sat there on all fours bent over just like I was last time I got railed from behind. Shit, I thought to myself. I quickly got onto just my knees to hide the pantyhose and stammered, "Y-y-yeah."
Mike looked at me with an indescribable facial expression. It wasn't disgust per se, if I had to remotely try to describe it I guess it was confused curiosity. After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, he asked using just one word, "Why?"
I stood up and let the chips sit on the floor and try to come up with an answer that would make sense. Finally, I replied rather generically, "I don't know. I just do it sometimes."
"So, you often wear pantyhose?"
"I wouldn't say often," I replied, thinking it had been weeks since I last did.
"Well, how often do you wear pantyhose?" he asked, seemingly genuinely interested in my perverse clothing choices.
"Not that often," I answered, and after a pause, "usually only when I'm on the road."
"So, why are you wearing them today?"
I sighed slightly... the conversation was going much better than expected, but still every answer felt like a potential trap. "I just haven't been on the road for a while and I was really feeling in the mood to wear them."
"You were in the mood to wear pantyhose?" he asked with a confused look on his face. It really sounded like he was trying to process all this information.
"Yeah, I know it sounds weird or gay or whatever, but I've always liked pantyhose," I explained.
"Well, Sheila does wear them a lot," he said, mentioning my wife.
"Yeah, she does that for me," I responded, slightly surprised that he noticed that my wife wore pantyhose a lot. I mean, she did pretty much every day for me, especially when we were out in public or in the bedroom, but still, I didn't think my buddy noticed.
"That's cool," he said. I wondered if he meant cool that I was wearing them or that my wife always wore them was cool... of course, it seemed likely it was my wife and not me wearing them that he thought was cool.
"Yeah," I said as I got back on my knees, making sure to keep the jersey down enough to hide the embarrassment and continue picking up the chips I dropped.
Mike walked around, making sure not to step on any of the chips and returned to the couch just as the game was starting back up.
Once all the chips were back in the bowl, I returned to the couch, trying to act like nothing was weird at all. Also, being a guy, I started to eat chips from the container and that were just on the floor. It was way longer than the five-second rule but whatever. My wife would've been mortified, of course, she would probably be more mortified to learn I was wearing panties and pantyhose.
For a couple of minutes, while we ran offensive plays, going three and out, there was no talking... just two of us watching the game like we always have.
I was surprised when he said out of the blue, "Take your socks off."
"What?" I asked him, even though I had clearly heard him.
"Take your socks off, I wanna see those pantyhose feet," he said, surprising me completely.
"You do?" I questioned, rather confused.
"Yeah, stop making it weird, just do it," he said, looking a little annoyed at my responses.
"Okay," I said a little sheepishly and yet also a little excitedly. The truth was I loved feet in nylons. I loved my wife's feet in nylons or, truth be told, any woman in the world's feet in nylons. I also admired my feet in silky sheer nylons. I know it sounds pathetic, but I found it sexy.
I bent down and took my socks off and placed them on the side of the couch.
"Put your feet on the coffee table," he instructed.
I couldn't explain it, but he seemed intrigued that I was wearing pantyhose. Quite surprised by his reaction, I eagerly obeyed, happy he was not kicking me out of his house... I placed my stocking clad feet on the coffee table.
I expected him to say something next, but he didn't and returned his attention back to the game where our defence had the Cowboys on third down at their 37.
The Cowboys got the first down on a 22-yard pass and Mike cursed, "Motherfucker."
Mike reached for the chips and seemed to take a good look at my feet, but didn't say anything. I was paralyzed with disbelief at what was happening while also unsure of what was happening. It felt like I was in high school again, trying to figure out if a girl liked me or if she was just being nice.
After a couple incompletions and a stopped running play, the Cowboys were about to kick the ball away when Mike said, "For some reason, I kind of expected your toenails to be painted red."
I wasn't sure what to say to that. In truth, I loved toenails painted red; in fact that was the colour I had been very tempted to get my nails painted when I got a pedicure with my wife just a couple weeks ago. I even joked with my wife and she said, 'I dare you', of course, I didn't have the balls to go through with it.
I was looking at him trying to figure out what to say. He said, "Yes, yes, yes."
I turned to see that for once we hadn't used the lame-ass fair catch rule and our returner was running the ball back getting all the way to the Cowboy 35 before he was pushed out the bounds.
"Nice return," I said, like I would have before the revelation.
"Yeah, we needed that. We can't let the Cowboys get back in this game," he said.
"Agreed," I nodded, as I moved my toes a bit, although I wasn't sure why. My wife knew that when she wiggled her toes in her stockings, I always got excited... was I trying to be a girl for him? Was I trying to turn him on?
The game went to commercial and he asked, "So, are you gay?"
"No, no, no," I quickly responded defensively. "I just wear pantyhose sometimes." After a pause, I added, "And panties. Shit, why did I tell you that?"
Mike laughed and then questioned, "Are they pink?"
I didn't say anything for a moment before I finally responded sheepishly and almost in a whisper, "Yes."
"Nice," he said, which confused me even more. After a moment, he said, "You know I never really had a nylon thing until I saw Shelia in them all the time."
"Oh?" I asked, a little surprised that he was talking about my wife again. I mean, his wife was a knockout.
"Yeah," he said, "I mean Karen almost never wears them although I have got her to buy a couple pairs for the bedroom."
"Nice," I replied, and added. I wanted to make it clear I wasn't gay. "My wife has a ton of lingerie and garter-belts, nylons and so forth."
"That's cool."
"I can't complain."
The game came back on, and the conversation ended, which was a little disappointing since it was getting pretty interesting, even if it was equally awkward.
The Eagles moved the ball to the Cowboys nine yard line, but unfortunately, couldn't get into the end zone and had to settle for three.
"So," he said, looking at me with the look of curiosity, and a little tentative as well, "if you're not gay, but you like to wear girls' clothing, I have to ask, have you ever sucked dick?"
My eyes went wide... this I had not expected. Yet, my reaction and the fact my face probably went deep red answered the question without speaking the answer.
"Huh?" he said, looking at me with an unreadable facial expression. He wasn't disgusted, that is for sure, but there is something else in his eyes. I just could not figure out what it was.
"Mike, I can explain," I said, even though I hadn't yet admitted I suck dick.
"So, do you only suck dick when you are on the road?" he asked.
Knowing it was too late, knowing it was obvious I sucked dick, there was no point beating around the bush per se, so I answered, "Yeah, just when I'm on the road."
"So, you have no buddy here to suck?" Mike asked.
"A suck buddy?" I asked incredulously... the exact thing I was g fantacising having.
"Yeah," he said.
"No, I have never had a suck buddy," I answered.
"But you would like to have one?"
"Are you asking what I think you are asking?"
"Do you want to blow me?" Mike bluntly asked.
There it was... the question.
I was ninety percent sure this was sincere and not a trap... but what if it was a trap? What if he was trying to humiliate me?
"Um, I...."
"Stand up and take off your pants," he ordered.
Loving to obey, my mind shifted into my submissive state and I stood up and unbuckled my belt. I could feel my hand shaking as I then unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down.
"I see you are hard thinking of sucking my dick," Mike said, as he stood up and moved his hand to my crotch and gave it a squeeze.
In the moment, and now sure he was into this, I replied, "There is nothing that gets me harder than sucking dick."
"Even more than fucking a pussy?" he asked, as he moved his hand up and down my throbbing dick.
"Yeah, sadly," I admitted.
"Well, wifey almost never blows me and I could use a sure thing cock sucker," he said, giving my dick one more firm squeeze before he moved his hands to my shoulders.
I didn't need any push as I allowed myself to be guided to my knees before him.
My eyes were now directly at his crotch area.
"Go ahead, and fish it out, Adam," he ordered.
This was the most nervous I had been since that very first time My hand trembled as I moved to his sweats... his bulge very noticeable.
As I pulled them down and saw he was in boxers, he cursed, "Fuck!"
I looked to see Dallas had just got a touchdown. "Damn it," I cursed too, having no idea what had transpired since the field goal... as the opportunity of cock took over.
He pulled his boxers down and said, "Show me what you can do."
"I can't believe we are doing this," I said, as I reached for his dick and stroked his seven-inch dick.
"Have you fantasized about this before?" he asked, as he moved his dick to my lips.
"Yes," I admitted.
"Then show me," he said. "I haven't had a guy blow me in years."
Before I could respond to that, he slid his dick between my lips... as he did, I moaned. Just the reality I had a dick in my mouth made me instantly horny.
"Shit, Adam," he laughed slightly as I began bobbing. "You really love cock."
For some reason, I needed to tell him I did, as I backed off his hard delicious dick and admitted, "Yeah, I love cock and yours is fucking so big and juicy."
"Juicy," he repeated, as I resumed sucking his cock.
"Mmmmmmm," I responded, not wanting to stop sucking his cock anymore.
"Oh yeah, suck my dick," he groaned, clearly enjoying my mouth wrapped around his dick.
Then for a couple of minutes, I just sucked his dick. I remained on my knees as he seemed to be watching the game as his only words were "How the fuck did you drop that?"
Deciding I wanted this to last as long as possible, yet also wanting his load, I backed off his dick and moved to his shaved balls and took one in my mouth.
"Shit, Adam, you really are a good cock sucker," Adam said.
"Thanks," I weirdly said, just as weirdly appreciating the compliment. While this could and should have been weird, yet somehow it wasn't and felt quite natural.
After another dozen hungry bobs, he pulled out of my mouth, sat down and ordered, "Come suck me as I watch the game."
"Okay," I said, crawling the couple of feet like the submissive cock sucker I was.
"No, come onto the couch, bend over so I can squeeze that pantyhose ass," he said.
"Okay," I repeated, feeling such a fascinated sense of awe that I was sucking Mike's cock and he was not just enjoying it but fascinated by my pantyhose.
"Yeah, you look sexy in those," he said, as I crawled onto the couch.
"Thanks," I said again, flattered by his words as I bent over sideways on the couch and took his cock back in my mouth.
"Oh yeah, suck it, Adam," he groaned, as I devoured his big hard cock
And I felt his hand reach over and caress my ass.
I couldn't believe this was happening... not just that I was sucking my buddies' cock, but he was turned on by what I was wearing... it oddly made me feel like a sexy sissy... and I like it.
"Next time you come to suck my dick I don't want any panties on my little cock slut," he said, with a soft moan as his hands moved around my silky ass.
I rush of adrenaline coursed through me at sucking his cock, being called a slut, having his hands rub my ass and the promise that there would be a second time. Yet, I didn't want to take his hard cock out of my mouth as I really wanted his load, so I moaned, "Mmmmmmmmmmm."
"Yeah, you want to be my pantyhose-wearing sissy cock sucker?" he asked, as I was now bobbing aggressively on his cock.
I had to answer, I wanted him to know I liked the name-calling, and that in the heat of the moment I was a cock hungry submissive slut. I backed off his cock but moved my hand to stroke it as I responded, looking up at him with lust in my eyes, "I want to be your sissy suck buddy, your friend faggot cum dump, and your pantyhose pussy fuck tooooy." It was then that I realized what I had said.
"You take it in the ass?" he asked, this somehow surprising him more than all the other revelations so far today.
"Just a couple of times," I admitted, as I slowly jerked his hard, wet from my saliva cock.
"Shit," he said, looking at me. "So, I can fuck you too?"
"I'll be your suck buddy or you your fuck buddy," I said. "I really love being called names and doing as I am told."
"So you like being called cock sucker, and sissy and faggot?" he asked.
"And fuck toy, cum dump or whatever other name you want to call me," I answered, sounding pathetic, but also feeling rather freeing to just say so submissive truths.
"Well, suck buddy, show me how much you want my cum in that cock sucking mouth," he moaned, as I really bobbed on his cock as he resumed rubbing my pantyhose-clad ass.
I moaned again on his dick as I devoured his cock as best I could and sensed he was getting close to coming in my mouth.
"Oh yes, faster, fuck toy, I want to come in that hungry cock sucking mouth," Mike groaned.
I sucked his cock like this was the last cock I was ever going to suck and within another dozen or so bobs he grunted, "Here it comes."
I didn't slow down as I extracted every drop of his cum as his dick twitched and he spewed a massive load sliding down my throat.
"Fuck," he groaned as I suck all his nut out of him.
I didn't stop sucking him for another minute when he slapped my ass and said, "Fuck, that was amazing."
"Thanks for the load," I said, as I sat up.
"Shit, I missed a touchdown," he said, looking at the television.
"Sorry," I apologized.
"Stay in just the pantyhose," he said, as he moved his hand to my crotch and started slowly rubbing my hard dick.
"Okay," I moaned softly, surprised by his touch.
"So, sucking dick gets you hard?" he asked.
"Yeah, I know it is weird, but it does," I admitted.
"Do you let guys suck you?"
"A few times we have done 69's and I have had a couple rub my dick through the pantyhose with their hands or feet," I answered, giving more information than he had requested.
"You want to come?' he asked, surprising me yet again.
"Yeah," I answered, my dick throbbing in my panties and pantyhose.
"I'm not a cock sucker, but I can do this," he said, as he began rubbing my cock faster.
"Oh yeah," I groaned, as it felt really good... weird how someone else rubbing or stroking your dick always felt better than when you did it yourself.
"Yeah, come for me, sissy, come in your panties," he encouraged.
"Shit, I can't believe this is happening," I moaned.
"Well, not only are you my cock sucking cum dump from now on, but I plan to fuck that ass of yours regularly," he assured.
"I'll always be available," I promised, and then added, "I always wanted to have a suck buddy."
"And a fuck buddy," he added, as he really rubbed my dick.
"Yes, and a fuck buddy," I moaned, as I was about to come.
"Now come for me, sissy, come like the cock sucking faggot you are," he ordered.
"Ooooooh, fuck," I grunted and soaked my panties with my load... the name calling bringing me over the edge.
He rubbed for just a couple more seconds before he moved his hand away.
As I sat there in my own cum, I wasn't sure what to do next. Yet, his last order was to stay in my pantyhose, so I did.
"Nice," he said, his attention back to the game as we made a deep pass for a completion.
"Fuck, yeah," I said, it sounding more forced after all that had just occurred.
"You know, nothing else changes," he said.
"I hope so."
"I mean it," he said. "You're one of my best friends. I don't want to change that."
"Me either," I said.
"But I also want to be able to call you up to dump a load in you and I always expect you in pantyhose when you come over," he said.
"What about the other guys?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Either you will come over so I can come in your mouth or in your ass or you can stay after they leave."
"How about both?" I suggested.
"Even better," he laughed. "By the way, the name calling, I don't usually do that."
"I love it," I said.
"But only when you're horny?" he asked.
"Yeah, only then," I nodded.
"Well, except when my cock is in your mouth or in that ass I can't wait to fuck, you are Adam, but when I'm fucking one of your holes, you are now Amanda," he said.
"Amanda," I replied. "I like that."
"I bet you do, bitch," he said, then turned his attention to the television as we were first and goal.
Well, as I sat there in my cum-coated panties I couldn't help but think I had a lot to be thankful for.
The end
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