MM Hostel Encounter

It was the best holiday of my life, a tour of the historical sites of the United Kingdom, and now into its second week was proving to be the journey I had always dreamed of making. Little did I know even then that I would soon fulfill a different dream that trip as well.
My fiancee and I had toured Northern England and were now well into Scotland, arriving at Glencoe with less money than we might have liked. To economize, we decided to stay at the local hostel. Coming to the U.K., we had expected rain, but the unseasonable weather was disheartening to many travellers and we had no trouble booking beds, albeit in separate dorms. My fiancee had hostelled before, but I had not, and was a little uncomfortable with the idea of bunking down with complete strangers, but our finances would be well served by the inexpensive accommodation.
We booked at midday and took a few things to our respective rooms to lay claim to a bed. Finding my room, I was pleased to see that I was sharing it so far with one other traveller. He was not in at the time, but there was ample evidence of his bed claim. I assumed he was a backpacker and he had obviously found his way into some rain in his travels as his clothes were strung up all over the room, d****d over the sink, window ledge, heater, chairs and so on to dry. The room was ripe with the smell of wet fabric and sweat. An image rippled across my mind of the body that might have produced that sweat scent, worn those clothes, an image of a lithe, well-muscled young man, well-accustomed to the hardships of backpacking. I was slightly aroused by the scent and the images it inspired and recognized this in myself as I claimed a top bunk in the farthest corner of the room, from which I might view the other man's bed discreetly, though I was not plainly thinking that at the time.
I had never had any sexual experience with a man whatsoever, but recently I had become aware by degrees that I was curious about having such an experience, occasionally fantasizing about oral sex with a man when masturbating. In my mind, it was a harmless fantasy that would never come true, but it was a persistent one too.
My fiancee and I left the hostel to explore the local villages and walk some nature trails in the majestic highlands before grabbing some local pub grub. It was a fine day, even the rain held off, but more than a few times the fleeting image of the fantasy backpacker returned to my mind and I found myself less dreading our return to the hostel. I told myself that I would return anyway to a fully-booked room in any case, and that I need not form any fantasies about the young backpacker.
My fiancee and I returned to the hostel and with a deep kiss parted for the night. As I ascended the steps to the men's dorms, I felt a rush of anticipation. I put my key in the lock and opened the door onto a darkened room. A glance around proved a surprising result: unless there were to be late arrivals, only the backpacker and I were sleeping here.
It was getting late, but was not yet the hostel's curfew, and I decided it would be prudent for me to head to bed. When my room-mate arrived, if I was not asleep, I reasoned I could pretend to be and hopefully ignore the whole situation.
Ignoring the situation proved to be less feasible than I thought. I slipped into bed and found myself more fully awake than when I had decided to go to bed. The lingering scent of my dorm-mate's drying clothes, compounded with the trace of his body smells, had worked me into a state of nearly anxious arousal and I was surprised to find that I was fully erect.
I was tempted to relieve myself of that condition when I heard another key fitting in the lock. I quickly turned on my side, so much the better to appear to be sleeping and of course to hide my erection.
A sliver of light from the hallway glared and disappeared as the door closed behind the man entering and I closed my eyes against the light to remain well-adjusted to the darkness of the room. I found that I was intent on seeing what I could and I opened my eyes slightly. The figure moved quietly to his bottom bunk on the other side of the room. In the darkness I could make out his shape to some degree, though little detail. He appeared tall and thin, well-built, and to judge from what I could see of the shape of his head he had longish hair.
In the small confines of the little dorm room, I was soon less concerned with his vague appearance than with the fresh scent of him. There was a faint trace of cigarette smell, such as I had found on my own clothes after returning from the pub, and a strong sting of alcohol. There was a lingering trace of after-shave or cologne, but there was a trace scent of sweat as he began to pull off his clothes and make ready for bed. There was nothing at all offensive about the aroma, not the stink of an unwashed derelict but rather the honest smell of a man after a full day.
His body slipped beneath the sheets of his bed to become an indistinguishable grayish lump in the shadows of the bunk above. I could hear the occasional rasp of sliding sheets and the groan of bed springs as he made himself comfortable and then all was soon silence but for the sound of his restful breathing.
Frustrated and unable to appease my arousal, I gradually drifted off, tired by my own travels.
I don't know how much time passed before I realized again I was fully awake. There was a sound so slight as to be nearly imperceptible at first, a new rasp of sliding on the sheets. It was steady and rhythmic, and very soft at first: sssh-sssh, sssh-sssh, sssh-sssh. With every few minutes the sound became ever so slightly pronounced and I realized with astonishment what I was hearing. It was the sound of the sheets moving as my room-mate rubbed himself, his hand sliding up his cock and down beneath the sheets. Again I was fully erect to realize that my room-mate, inspiration for a fantasy and arousal I could barely admit to myself, was himself masturbating only a few feet from my bed.
He was trying to be quiet about it, but his passion was building and he was gaining desperation. SSH-SSH, SSH-SSH, SSH-SSH! At this point, I was desperate myself. My own hand was on my cock, longing to pull it as my neighbor was, to give some release to this anxious tension. I gave it a quick pull through my briefs and it felt so good that I might have forgotten to keep my breathing in check as I touched myself to the sound of my room-mate's growing passion and the barely discernible view of a pulse-like beating under the grey sheets of his bunk.
Instantly, he stopped. I remained perfectly still, wondering if he had noticed my change in breathing. I tried to breathe naturally as if I was asleep. My cock twitched impatiently and uncooperatively. It seemed like a long time passed as I lay still listening to my dorm-mate listening to me. Then to my surprise, I heard him move.
I could barely see in the darkness, just enough to know that my dorm-mate had propped himself upon on his elbow and seemed to be looking back at me. I could see a bit of pale light reflected in his eyes and wondered if he could also see my eyes open.
"Are you awake?" he asked and I was so startled by this violation of our silent truce of wills that I started almost violently and so removed any opportunity to continue my charade of sleep. My heart pounded as hard as I could ever remember it having done and there was a deep pang of alarm deep inside my chest. His voice was deep and masculine, accented. Scottish, I thought.
I considered bluffing it, pretending further to sleep, but I knew it was pointless and some treacherous part of me did not want to avoid this man.
"Yes," I answered meekly, immediately ashamed of the squeak I'd made. To my own ear, I'd sounded like a girl.
"Did I wake you?" he asked.
"No," I answered, trying to sound more masculine and to my mind at least failing miserably. My damned cock was still arrow-straight and hard.
He moved to sit on the edge of his bed, held the position barely a moment and then stood up and walked over to the bunk I was lying in. He put his hand on the edge of the bed. Now that he was closer, I could almost make out his features in the pale light and I could see he was tall and lean. His scent was in my nose and against my will, I inhaled deeply and appreciatively. My cock was straining to escape my briefs and at this range I knew he had to be able to see the tent it was making on the surface of the white sheet.
"Are you horny?" he asked directly, absurdly.
I should have been indignant, furious, offended. Instead, a desperate "yes" leapt from my throat and from whatever box I had kept it locked inside far deeper within myself. Its escape afforded an almost instantaneous and profound release of pressure and my whole body relaxed a moment with a strange relief. I resigned myself to whatever was about to happen. I was totally aroused.
He was still a moment then he ran a hand under the sheet to touch my bare flesh at the hip. I sighed with my desperate desire and with the sensory overload of his much-anticipated touch. It was like a strange and welcome dream and my body went limp and soft as his hand found the one part of me that was hard, deftly freeing it from its binding briefs.
He began slowly to stroke it, much as he had stroked his own cock and stoked my lust just a few minutes before. I grunted and groaned with each stroke of his hand, my whole body writhing in pleasure, my mind twisting at the idea that it was a man's hand that inspired that writhing, my soul undulating in the glory of a forbidden passion. He was merciless as he continued his work and my body responded fully and quickly. I was completely rapt with this perverse joy and when he whispered to me that he would satisfy my desire if I would satisfy his, I knew that he migh want more from me than I knew how to give and I agreed anyway.
Pleased with my answer, he peeled back the sheet from my body with his other hand and began to kiss and lick my chest and belly while his hand never stopped, gaining momentum as he brought me closer and closer to satisfaction.
It was not long before I knew I was going to come. I could feel the pressure of my boiling semen building toward release. No doubt familiar with the change of a man's breathing before he comes, he shifted his position to stand up straight and out of the line of fire. He continued to work on my cock but now he was gently caressing and kneading my balls too.
It was too much sensation. I arched upward involuntarily, my arms flailing out, my hands gripping the edge of the mattress, desperately holding on to keep myself from transporting completely into another world. I tried to hold back, even now wanting to prolong this unbelievable feeling, and failed. I came in huge spurts, sending string-like blasts of sperm across my belly, my chest, beads of cum even reaching my face and hair. I didn't care in the slightest for anything but the unimaginable pleasure that was centred in my cock but coursed through every inch of my body as the man continued to manipulate my cock.
Finally I collapsed on the bed as he reduced and changed his strokes so as not to overload me further. This incredible orgasm felt better than any pleasure I could ever have endured to have given myself. He gives me the coming down time I need, and I sense even through my quivering, that my lover (as I have already begun to think of this previously unknown male) is very pleased with his work. He crooked his head down to my chest and belly and lapped up the puddles of cum gently, provocatively, licking my body clean, slowly working his tongue down to my cock. This too he licks clean and the sensation is once more so overpowering that I know that I could not have stood it if he spent much time down there with that talented tongue.
When he was finished, his hands slid back up my torso to my shoulders and down to my arms. His grip was strong and he pulled me up and around until I was sitting on the edge of my bunk. He continued to pull until I hopped off the bunk and we stood face to face. My briefs, pulled out of the way for his work before, fell to the floor and I stepped out of them willingly. I don't know what surprised me more then: his sudden long, lingering kiss or the fact that I responded to it so fully. He licked my cum-drops off my chin and cheek and stood back, taking me by the hand and leading me over to his bunk.
I knew now that it was his turn for satisfaction. I felt a surge of panic, yet it receded as my lover stripped off his own shorts and lay on the bed, giving me a view of what I wanted most to see, what I had been anticipating all day. His cock was perhaps a little shorter than mine, though now fully erect. I looked over his whole body now for the first time. His arms and legs, his abdomen, all rippled tightly with muscles, though he was not bulky by any means; my own shoulders were much wider even if I was substantially less fit and softer. His chest was lightly covered in dark hair, a narrow trail of hair connected to his navel and the bushiness around his cock. He was beautiful, which was a way I had never thought of another male before.
He reclined on his bed, his pillow bunched up against the headboard to prop his head up, his arms up around his head so I could see him all the better. His hairy pits were exposed and his manly odour rose to my nostrils. He looked amused at my appreciative inspection of him and of the obvious effect he had on me. I was aroused; I was amazed that I was hard again already.
But it was his turn to be pleased and I could not understand why I so wanted to please him. I did not dwell on it either. I dropped to my knees beside his bed and put my hands on him, letting them roam willy-nilly over arms and legs, into fingers and toes while I began to kiss his chest, even nipping gently at his nipples. Now it was he who was writhing under my ministrations. I ran my tongue over him in little circles, through the hair of his chest and the nearer armpit I could reach, savouring the salty taste and scent of him until I could barely stand it. He was moaning and it was a moment before I realized that one of my hands had reached his groin area, almost as if it had an impatient will of its own. Fingers twirled in his pubes, felt the roundness of his balls and tested the hardness of the cock as my tongue and lips began to pull lower and lower down his body toward my daring hand. I followed the road of hair like a map, from the forest on his chest to the depth of his navel while my hand caressed his cock gently, letting the flat of my palm touch where it would. When my face reached his pubic hair, I was nearly intoxicated by the scent, so different from the smell of the rest of his body, even more compelling. I hungered and ached for him and my hand tightened on his cock and I heard him gasp with pleasure. I began to stroke him now as he had me, only I was nuzzling the base of his cock with my nose and mouth too, smelling and tasting him eagerly. I licked his balls and sucked them gently into my mouth before probing further down, pressing my nose and my tongue under his balls to absorb the effects of his ass crack. The earthy smell, the salty flavour of his sweat, held me licking and breathing I don't know how long while I listened to his moans keeping time to the rhythm of my handiwork.
God, I was so aroused and hungry for him that I could not stand it anymore! There was only one more sensation to be gained from this, I thought to myself, and I intended to experience it to the full and satisfy my strange craving for another man's cock. My hand and mouth traded places. I began to feel his balls once more before working my fingers down to the crack of his ass, gently probing the edges of his cheeks as my mouth introduced itself to its first cock. I licked from the base of it to its tip and was rewarded with the sound of a sharp moan from my lover and the salty taste of his pre-cum. My own cock twitched with arousal. It was so good! I wanted more and I knew how to get it. I enjoyed the same feeling of power my lover had no doubt felt over me as I practised my new skills on him.
This is what I wanted and needed to do. I continued to caress his balls and ass as I sucked him, bobbing my virgin mouth up and down over his beautiful cock, now sliding a spare hand over my own cock as I pleasured my lover. His hands were in my hair now, squeezing clumps of it in time to my movements as I took him in and out of my mouth, winding my tongue around and around his cock as I moved, wringing as much of his flavour from him as I could. He was breathing hard and fast and I knew with complete exhilaration and exultation that my lover was close to coming.
At some point I realized that I was no longer in control after all. He had taken back the pacing of my movements. The bobbing of my head, the twisting of my tongue, the kneading of his balls, even the jerking of my own cock was now directed by the spasmodic clenching of his fingers in my hair. I knew that I served him completely, serving no purpose but to pleasure him completely and though I felt as if I should be ashamed of this submissiveness I didn't care at all. I wanted him to use me this way for his pleasure. I was truly on my knees before him. I could not believe how aroused I was now, even though some part of me feared the moment I was working for as much as I desired it.
I didn't have much more time to anticipate his climax, but just in case there was still any question of whether or not I had completely submitted to a man I had not even formally been introduced to, he removed all doubt. He had repositioned himself somewhat and now his legs were up over my shoulders and I had his ass cheeks cupped in my hands at the very edge of the bunk as I sucked his cock with enthusiasm. I knew he was going to come soon and I was not sure if I would be able to handle it. He may have sensed it, or he maybe he was just being polite or perhaps he just wanted me to know how very much I had become his in just a few minutes time.
"I'm so close," he said between breaths. "I want to come in your mouth... squeeze my ass... if it's okay."
I went over the edge. It was what he wanted and now I wanted it more than he did. I squeezed his ass with both hands and with his hands still clasping my head by the hair, he threw his head back and took control of my mouth thrusts over his cock. I was dizzy with the sensation and excitement as under his complete control I bobbed madly over his cock. I was still squeezing his ass cheeks repeatedly as if in this wordless way I could beg him to fill my virgin cock-hungry cunt-mouth with his man juice, his sperm, his cum. I could hear the change in the rhythm of his breathing and it was only seconds away.
And then he came, with groans and grunts and moans, and I was grunting too as I felt his cock spasm once, twice, three times before I could feel the thick cum filling it. I was not a deep-throater and he was fully in my mouth as he came. I never stopped thrusting, never stopped twisting my tongue around his cock as it savoured the wonderful salt-bitter flavour of his orgasm. His body was twisting and shaking and trembling beneath me as I sucked every drop of his cum from his magnificent cock. It was wonderful. Finally he stopped me with his hands, holding my head in place over his throbbing cock, enjoying the warmth of my mouth but overstimulated by my continuing need.
And my need was considerable. I thought I might come without even touching myself, so great was the urgency once more for release.
He recognized my desperation. He sat up, once more taking hold of me, this time by the shoulders and pushing me gently backward so that I was lying face up on the carpeted dorm room floor. Then he sat back on the edge of the bed and told me to please myself this time. I could not resist his command and began to jerk myself off before my lover. As I did so, he leaned forward and pulled my legs up toward him so that my feet were up on the bunk beside him. He was rubbing my legs and telling me what a good little cocksucker I had turned out to be. Had I liked the taste of his cum, he asked me. Yes, I told him, breathed it to him really since I was deep into the passion of my situation. I had never imagined such excitement before as I masturbated at the command of a man I had never met before today.
"You just can't get enough cum, can you?" he asked. I was moaning, completely lost in ardour. I could not come right away despite the build-up, so spent was I from my first thorough ejaculation, but as I revelled in the realization of having satisfied my long-held dream of sucking another man's cock and in having been a cock-slave for a much younger man for a night, I could feel my orgasm building and I knew he could tell.
It was as if he was reading my mind, for I was thinking how much I wanted my mouth full of fresh cum again and how that would drive me wild through another mind-blowing orgasm, but I knew he could not serve again so quickly and I needed release now. One last time for the night, he took command of me to my submissive shame and glee. "Take it all, cumsucker!" he directed as bolted to his feet, pulling my legs up with him and curling them up over my head so that my cock, which I was now beating frantically, was directly above my face and only inches away. "Open up, cumsucker!" he said. "I want you to cum in your own mouth now!" It was too much to resist! My mouth was open on demand and my body was wracked with the onslaught of orgasm as I swallowed burst after burst of my own semen, licking my lips as my lover gently lowered my legs to the floor.
I was spent. Or so I thought. For as I discovered, my lover was quite young indeed, barely more than twenty, and able to perform again very soon thereafter. Rarely in his travels had he found so willing a cocksucker he said and he was determined to use the time to his advantage. By sunrise I had come once more... and swallowed my young lover's semen another three times.
Yes, indeed, I recommend travel to anyone who would wish to fulfill their dreams and broaden their horizons!


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Friendly Favours
It was a real rough patch we were in. My wife, Sharon, had experienced a difficult pregnancy which had caused her to take leave of work well before giving birth. My own work hours had been cut for the factory since production orders were scarce at the moment. Now we had an extra mouth to feed and grateful as we were for our daughter's health, we weren't making ends meet. Cash was scarce, our credit was maxed out and the cupboards were bare. I was looking for extra hours and a second job, but nothing was turning up. We were in a bind and both of us were stressed.
The stress was showing on me at work I suppose. I had shared some of my problems with a casual friend of mine named Lee, my regular ride to and from work and with whom I went out for a beer... when I had enjoyed the money to afford it. I tried not to drive my friends crazy whining about my problems, but the stress was showing. I was quieter than normal and probably a little depressed. I am normally an optimist, but things were wearing me down.
One such day, while I was bogged down in my worries, Lee carried the conversation during our ride home. Now, Lee was a bachelor, a little older than me, financially secure and able to do pretty much everything he had time for. We didn't have much in common that way at the moment. My mind was so much on my troubles that I don't even remember what he was talking about before he went quiet for a few minutes. He definitely surprised me when he suddenly blurted out that he might have a way for me to improve my cash flow until I found something better or things picked up at work enough to get me the hours I needed.
I was eager to embrace the hope he offered, but he looked nervous about making his suggestion. He asked me if I was expected at home at the normal time and I said no, since it happened that Sharon and the baby were staying at her mother's place out-of-town for a few days. He nodded. "Let's talk about it over a drink."
We stopped at a bar we visited occasionally after work. He bought me a beer and we sat down at a quiet booth in the corner.
We had a beer over small talk and when the server brought us our seconds, Lee was ready to get to it.
"How long have we known each other?" he asked.
I guessed it had been about three or four years. "In that time, have you ever known me to be in a relationship?"
It had never come up, I lied; I thought that it was odd that a decent-looking man with money, a nice house and car, all paid for, didn't even have a girlfriend, or a glimmer of interest in anyone.

"I like to be on my own," he explained. "But I have my needs like anyone else. I just look for the casual."

I didn't see where this was going and sipped my beer.

"Fact is, sometimes I think it's just easier to pay for occasional sex instead of making monthly payments on a relationship."

We both laughed. At the moment, I was trying to make those payments myself.

"Alright, I'll get to the point. I'm saying that I would pay you to blow me."

I nearly choked.

"Whether it would be a one-off, occasional, or on a regular basis would be up to you. No strings, cash on delivery. Simple as that."

I felt myself flush, turning red and feeling waves of heat wash over me. I was not gay and if I understood what Lee was saying he wasn't necessarily either. He just wanted someone–anyone–to take care of his needs and he was willing to pay for a blow job–or regular blow jobs.

I might have been offended, probably should have been, but we were friends and besides, the way Lee brought it up it sounded like it could be a good arrangement and I was shocked to realize that I was considering it. I weighed it in my mind in pretty simple terms with the strange clarity that alcohol can occasionally, and only fleetingly, bring. Right now, it was either my family with empty mouths or his cock in my mouth.

After a long time, or so it seemed, Lee spoke again. "Look, pal, no offence. I was just looking to help you and me both with what we want. You don't want to, no pressure, forget I ever said anything."

My mouth was dry and I had to down my beer to speak. If I have one good trait it is that I can make a decision quickly. "Lee, I'll try it. I need the money and God knows I would rather do this than see things get so desperate that my wife should go out and do it with strangers."

There, it was said and Lee nodded, pleased. "When do you want me–to do it?" I asked.

"Well," he said, "if your wife's not expecting you at home... if you don't have anything better to do, why not now?"

I nodded, wondering if he meant he wanted to take me into the rest room and hoping not though the idea sent a strange thrill through me. God knows I needed the money badly enough I couldn't afford to argue about it. I didn't need to worry though. Lee finished his beer and we left. It was about a five minute drive to his place, though it seemed longer. In a way I was glad we were going to do this now, because if I had time to come down from the beer buzz and really think about this I was sure I'd lose my nerve.

Lee's place was nice. A three bedroom bungalow on a spacious wooded lot, nicely furnished. He kept it neat for a bachelor. A large-screen television and a surround-sound stereo system dominated his recreation room. Very nice.

"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the sofa, while getting us each another beer from his well-stocked bar. There wasn't much to talk about, so he switched on the TV and we drank our beers. When we were both finished, he got up and grabbed me another. He was plying me with what Dad used to call "Dutch courage" and I was grateful for it. I was feeling pretty relaxed and almost comfortable with the whole arrangement, and it was almost disturbing to realize that somewhere inside me I was anticipating the act I was about to perform (or attempt to perform) with excitement.

Lee told me to make myself at home while he took a shower. He suggested that if there was nothing interesting on TV that maybe I should look through his movie collection in the bottom cabinet of his entertainment unit and he left the room to take his shower.

I tried to distract myself from the purpose of my visit to Lee's home with channel-surfing through the hundreds of stations he received that I'd never heard of, but nothing really caught my fancy. I decided to take a look at his movie collection after all. There were about fifty DVDs lined up on the shelf of the entertainment unit, well-known movies for the most part, the same sort of stuff most people would have. Then I remembered that Lee had made a point of mentioning that his movies were in the bottom cabinet of the unit. My interest was piqued; if he kept them out of sight, these were probably movies to inspire in this situation.

I opened the cabinet and sure enough there was a small stack of DVDs and videocassettes there. Well, well, I thought through the warmth of my beer-induced haze, what have we here? They were porno films of course, what else? But this was a real variety pack: teenage girls, mature women, interracial, all-girl and yes, just as I expected, bi-sexual and gay titles. I was not too shocked by the cover images of men groping, mounting and sucking each other; back in college, I'd had a gay roommate who left this sort of thing lying around his room all the time. It had never really offended me, nor did it ever arouse me–until now.

Definitely, as I looked at the covers of these gay porn DVDs I was finding myself aroused. My cock was hard in my pants. It was bewildering to me. I was not gay, or at least I had never thought I could be; I'd never wasted a thought on it before. Standing here with a boner as I looked at gay erotica in the house of a man I was going to suck off for money, I was beginning to wonder. I shrugged. The beer was keeping me calm enough to straighten my thoughts out (so to speak): I'd never craved cock or found men attractive. My arousal came from the taboo nature of what I was about to do. I loved my wife and I loved pussy.

Thinking of my wife was another matter. After four years of marriage, I was about to cheat on my wife for the first time and it was going to be with another man.

Shut up, I told myself. I was doing this for the money to feed her and the baby. If I could actually get any pleasure out of it, I should because I damn well deserved it.

With that thought, I slipped a DVD out of a case labelled "Bag Lunches" (I had to snicker at the title), which showed a mosaic of miniature scenes in which young men licked each others' balls, sucked each others' cocks and let fresh cum ooze off their chins.

The disc started to play and I settled down to watch from the sofa. There was no story, it was just sequence after sequence of men giving men blow jobs. I watched it with growing excitement but also with an eye for technique. I was totally absorbed in my viewing and suffering from a raging hard-on when Lee returned.

"Picked out a training video, huh?" he asked with a laugh.

I laughed back nervously. I was incredibly horny.

Lee was wearing just a housecoat. He'd had a shave and a good washing up, and even from here he smelled pretty good with a dab of aftershave. He grabbed us each a beer, dimmed the lights and sat down on the sofa beside me as casually as if he was joining me to watch the news.

On the screen, a new sequence started. A young man, maybe twenty, was soon under a desk sucking on the large cock of an older fellow who was apparently supposed to be his boss. It was a hot scene, and with all that was happening on the screen and with all I knew was about to happen in this room, I was sweating. My cock was straining against my jeans and I was shifting constantly to make myself more comfortable. The k** on the screen seemed to be enjoying the blow job he was giving as much as the older fellow who was receiving it. To my astonishment, I was growing eager to blow Lee.

It took me a few minutes, but I worked up the nerve to look over at him. He was watching the movie and it was getting him hot too. By the light of the television's glare, I could easily see Lee's hard-on bulging up the fabric of his housecoat and even as I was looking it started to poke through between the opening of the coat. Lee knew I was looking. He suddenly yanked the housecoat open and there it was in all its glory, the first fully erect cock I'd ever seen on another man in real life.

There was a thick bush of hair around the base of his cock, the balls were hairy too. It was cut and I'd guess it was about a seven-incher, throbbing a bit and pointing up toward his navel, a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Lucky for him, I thought; my own cock had soaked pre-cum right through my jeans.

"Well?" he asked, "what do you think?"

I couldn't stop staring. "It's beautiful," I stammered and slurred, more from excitement than the beer.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked.

I didn't take a second to think. "Yes." Strangely though, I made no effort to move at all, and after a moment, Lee took the beer out of my hand, put it up on the sofa table behind us and guided my hand to his cock. He released my hand. I needed no more urging and he groaned at my touch. I began by simply grabbing it gently, to get the feel of this foreign cock. I began to slowly traipse my fingers around it, over its length to its helmeted head, back down the shaft to the spongy balls so much like my own and into the clumps of pubic hair which I wound into my fingers playfully.

Through all of this he moaned his enjoyment and the sound excited me, especially intermingled as it was with the sounds of pleasure emanating from the TV as the younger man now deep-throated the older.

I leaned in now to use both hands, caressing the insides of his thighs and his belly as well as his cock. His moans were like music to my ears, but I was moaning too. My face was now inches away from the cock I was playing with and its scent was wafting up to my nostrils. He had just washed of course, but Lee was perspiring and his groin area now exuded a tangy, musky aroma that was just blowing my mind with overload of arousal. I was very eager to go to work on him with my mouth now and by God I was going to enjoy this after all.

"Is it your first time?" Lee asked.

I exhaled deeply to answer in a husky whisper, "Yes."

"Good," he said. "That makes it worth more to me... say, a hundred dollars?"

I'd almost forgotten about the money. "Sure," I answered quickly. Somehow, the idea of doing this for money made it dirtier, sexier, a bigger turn-on. I was becoming a cock-sucking whore for cash and let me tell you I sure wouldn't have expected this end of my day when I got up this morning.

I leaned in closer to begin the work I'd been contracted for. I was already gently caressing his hardened cock and balls with my hands, feeling and kneading very lightly, and now I began to ever so slowly run my tongue over the inside of his thighs, savouring the taste of his fresh-washed skin and enjoying the groans of pleasure I was eliciting from my customer. I continued at this for several minutes, slowly working up the nerve to put my mouth on a cock for the first time, but also making sure that my client was getting his money's worth.

Finally, the waiting was too much for Lee. He groaned and grabbed my head, not too roughly though, and said, "C'mon, suck it, man!"

He positioned my head so that my mouth was right over his cock and it was pointing right up at it, stretching and straining to get inside. Even in the dimness, I could see it quite well by the light of the TV. It was cut, about six to six and a half inches, very like mine, and there was a shininess to the tip where it was leaking pre-cum. I was mixed in my feelings, I wanted to and was afraid to suck his cock. But the fact remained that I was hired to do a job.

I took the base of his cock in both hands, shut my eyes and closed my mouth gently over the soft head of a cock for the first time in my life. For the moment that was all I did, but it was enough to make Lee inhale sharply with the pleasure of it. I was careful to make sure that my lips were protecting him from my teeth and after I got used to the strange sensation of having a cock in my mouth, I began to play with it. I wound my tongue around it to get its taste, knowing full well that it would send wave after wave of intense erotic pleasure shooting through Lee's nerves. I continued to do this for several minutes, gauging how much of it Lee could take by the sound of his moans and groans. He was definitely enjoying it.

I began to slowly bob my head up and down over his groin, taking in more and more of his cock gradually over a few minutes, never letting up on the work with my tongue, winding it around and around the sensitive areas, occasionally flicking it hard over the tip. The taste of his pre-cum was salty and bitter, but not unpleasantly. Quite the opposite, in fact: it was unexpectedly good.

I was uncomfortable leaning over his cock from the other side of the sofa. Without leaving my work unattended, I slid off the sofa onto the floor and positioned myself on my knees between his legs. As I sucked now at his cock, I had the freedom to use my hands. His cock was sticking through the opening of his housecoat. Now I took the opportunity to use my hands to slowly pull the loops of the housecoat sash loose and open the garment up. Lee was co-operative, sitting up a little so I could pull the coat down over his arms. He was naked now and my hands were free to rove over his entire body.

I was feeling a man's body for the first time, letting my fingers explore fully the familiar, yet unfamiliar form of another male. He was a little hairier than I was and I enjoyed traipsing my fingers across his hairy chest and belly. It was exciting me a great deal, my cock was rock-hard and begging for attention, but I could not spare a hand for its relief. I was so hot I thought I'd die.

Lee noticed I was sweating and started to pull my sweater up over my head. I let him, pausing for only an instant in my duties to free myself from the constrictive garment but I resumed my ministrations immediately. I should have felt a lot cooler without a top on, but I was burning up with the excitement and passion of the situation. I was hot for cock! I was totally turned on, more than I had been in years. Now if I could only get out of these jeans, I thought.

My excitement showed not only by the woody in my pants, but by my performance on Lee. He was groaning heavily now as my hands caressed and fondled his balls and thighs, occasionally grabbing the base of his cock as well and my head bobbed over his cock with real speed now. I was not able to deep-throat or anything at this stage, but his six-inch length was not more than I could pleasure. Most of him was in my mouth, more than enough to give him pleasure.

I was sucking him like an eager whore. "God," he groaned, "you're soooo gooooood". He was massaging my head with his fingers. His groans and caresses only made me work harder at it. I knew he was going to come soon and I wasn't sure how I'd handle that situation, but it was like he read my mind. "I know it's your first time, but I want to come in your mouth... There's another fifty in it for you if you take my cum down your throat." God, that did it, being treated like a crack-whore cocksucker in an alleyway was turning me on even more than I was already. Now I wanted to make him come hard in my mouth and I turned on the speed, kneading his balls gently with my hands as I now sucked his cock fast and hard, increasing the pressure of my suction, never slowing my tongue a bit. On the television behind me, the older man groaned the obvious sound of his release.

A moment later, I could hear the same sound from Lee. "God, I'm coming!" He was sitting up a bit now, fully tensed for his orgasm and a second later my mouth was flooded by pulsing bursts of semen, the taste overloaded my senses and my own cock was throbbing, but without release. Load after load seemed to fill my mouth and slip down my throat as he groaned in pleasure.

He pulled my head off his cock by the hair to stop me from sucking it further. He couldn't take it anymore, too sensitive. I knelt before him, looking up into his eyes, and we shared a moment of total understanding. He knew that I had enjoyed the blow job every bit as much as he had, but for the release he'd had at the end.

He let me go. "Lie back and pull those pants off, k**," he commanded. "There's a twenty in it for you if I see your hard cock now."

I obeyed, struggling to open my belt and get the pants down. In a moment pants and briefs were around my ankles and I was laying back with my cock standing at full mast before me, fully exposed in my arousal.

His voice was husky as he told me to jerk off for him for another twenty, and twenty more if I swallowed my own cum. I certainly needed no urging. I positioned myself in front of him with my legs up on the couch on either side of him so that I could jerk off as close to him as possible. By now though I could not restrain myself. I had to have release and I pulled at myself frantically. It was only seconds until I felt my orgasm building. I positioned myself quickly with my feet on either side of the sofa cushion that Lee was sitting on and forced my body up higher so that my cock was well above my head and aimed at my face. I opened my mouth and took my own load all over my face, catching most of it in my mouth and on my tongue. It was a mega-wad I'd sucked out of Lee, but I'm younger than him and my first-timer excitement produced an even greater blast. I had thick strings of cum all over me, on my face, in my hair, on my chest. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life.

We both lay there for a time, recovering. I thought that I might feel shame at what I had done, but I did not. After all, when all was said and done, I did it for my family. I took no shame in having enjoyed it either, viewing that as part of my just recompense.
"Man," Lee said at last, "that was incredible. I ought to offer you a contract!"

We both laughed, but I knew that from now on I would be willing to suck this man's cock for even the smallest fee. Lee was as good as his word. He got up, went to his wallet and counted out my money. Strictly speaking, I had given him services that added up to a hundred and ninety dollars. He gave me two hundred. I asked him how I was supposed to make change. Not surprisingly, he had an idea about that and a few minutes later I had given another man a handjob to orgasm for the first time.

It seemed like the second job was going to work out just fine.

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Chapter 2: Hazard Pay

Things went on that way for a while. Lee would continue to give me a ride to and from work every day and my wife became accustomed to me doing what she thought were odd jobs around Lee's house to help raise some extra cash while we were feeling the pinch trying to make ends meet. Little did she suspect the true nature of the odd jobs I was doing for Lee, or to what lengths I had gone to augment our income.

The length I had gone to in fact was about six and a half inches and the income (not counting the money) was usually down my throat. Yes, for the sake of money, I was giving my co-worker and friend regular blow jobs, sometimes twice or even three times in one day. In this way I was bringing home about two hundred extra dollars a week.

I had become accustomed to the routine. The day would be filled with the drudgery of factory work but sweetened with a strange anticipation as well as I had begun to look forward to my sessions with Lee, which usually ended with me swallowing my own cum for Lee after swallowing his a couple of times. I seemed to be highly aroused by the taboo nature of the act and the utter submission to the pleasuring of another. I tried not to let it bother me too much that I was enjoying this strange form of adultery. It had begun, and remained, a selfless sacrifice for my wife and newborn daughter. If I could enjoy the perversion of being another man's cock-sucking whore for cash, I figured that I deserved that much for myself at least.

So things went on for a period of months, but things change of course. I started to get more hours at work again as the factory picked itself up after a long slump and my wife's parental leave ended and she returned to work, commanding her former full wage once again. Our need for the money was no longer quite so desperate as it had been before. But Lee was still there and he was still willing to pay for me to give him head, and I told myself that I was only doing it to improve the financial condition of my young family. I continued to visit with Lee and suck his cock almost daily for fees, wondering how I could bring myself to quit this strangely pleasurable activity to which I realized I was becoming addicted.

Yes, somehow I had gotten in touch with a fetishistic side of myself that got off on total submission to another person, or should I say, to a man. I was not gay, at least not as I understood the term. I was not attracted to men, did not look at them with lust. I was very into women and quite satisfied with my wife and our sex life together. But my sessions with Lee had taught me a forbidden pleasure I could not fully understand.

But if I needed to prove to myself that I was becoming addicted to being Lee's cock-sucking whore, I got the proof when he received word that his only brother had died. Lee was named the executor of his will and had to leave town for a couple of weeks to make funeral arrangements and put the estate in order. Lee's absence might have been thought a holiday for me, but instead, I found myself longing for his cock. Not for Lee himself, mind you, though I liked him well enough as a friend. No, I felt empty without the thrill of pleasuring his cock. A few nights after Lee began his leave of absence, I even started dreaming about sucking him. On one potentially embarrassing occasion (even more embarrassing if I had not been able to conceal the evidence from my wife, Sharon), I even had an orgasm from one of these dreams. I had experienced my first "wet dream" since being a teenager, and it was inspired by a dream of performing oral sex on a man. It was then that I realized the depth of the change to my sexual nature, because I never even gave a thought to the loss of my extra income. I realized that I had fallen into a pattern of sexual obsession and unhealthy behaviour and I resolved to quit my "second job". I would tell Lee as soon as he returned to work.

Of course, the day soon came when Lee resumed his job. He arrived at work a bit late that day. (I had been taking the bus to work during his leave.) I was working at my station when he showed up and I gave a welcoming nod when I saw him look at me while setting up his station. We had the same lunch break, so I decided that I would tell him what I had decided then.

Noon came and we got to the lunch room at about the same time. The lunches were staggered in the workplace and we were the only two guys in our area scheduled to go for break at this time. I needed to get some change out of my locker for one of the vending machines in the break room, so I stepped through the adjoining locker room door, telling Lee I'd be right back. I was dialling the combination on my locker door and rehearsing in my mind how I would tell him that I was ending our little business arrangement, when Lee came around a bank of lockers to stand by me. I gave him a smile and asked him how he was doing after the funeral and all and he said he was doing okay now. I told him I was glad. He seemed tense though and I didn't think this would be the best time to bring up the matter.

Apparently, Lee had a different idea.

He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. As he began thumbing through a wad of bills, my jaw dropped. He was counting out twenties and I could see that he had hundreds of dollars in his hand. He didn't say anything, but he motioned to me to follow him. I was perplexed by this and, after closing my locker door, followed him around the bank of lockers without comprehending.

When we got around the corner near the shower enclosures, he suddenly ducked through the curtains into one, grabbing my arm and pulling me into it with him. I was standing inside a shower unit with a man. That had never happened before. I still didn't see what he wanted. It was an odd venue for a private conversation...

Lee held up the wad of cash, probably two hundred bucks at least, and quietly tucked it into the breast pocket of my coveralls and looked at me with the strangest look of desperate need I had ever seen. Only then did I understand what he wanted.

Good God, he wanted me to do it here? What if we were caught in the act? I felt a surge of panic rising from deep within me. I could just imagine how that would go over with the guys we worked with!

Lee could see my astonishment all over my face. He smiled reassuringly and confidently, tapped the stash of bills he'd shoved into my breast pocket and said, "Hazard pay", and then put his hands on my shoulders and gently but firmly pushed me down to my knees in front of him.

I went rock hard instantly and it was as if my brain went on vacation as my actions were ordered from my groin area. Now kneeling before Lee, my hands scrambled up to his belt and I quickly, almost desperately undid the buckle, opened his fly and pulled at the elastic band of his briefs to free his already swollen member, which at this range practically sprung up to hit me in the face. My resolution to give up sucking Lee's cock for money was completely forgotten as my mouth opened to take it in.

Lee gave a groan of pure ecstasy. I was sucking him already with real gusto. I was terribly excited myself to be doing this again and to be doing it here, at work, in a room that anyone could walk into any second and hear what was going on. It felt so good to have his cock back in my mouth, I could hardly believe it.

We had been at this just a couple of minutes when I heard the locker room door swing open and a couple of guys wander in, discussing last night's hockey game. One of them walked over to the urinals, complaining about how lousy the goaltender of the home team had been and the other one shouted back his agreement, as it seemed to me, from just the other side of the shower curtain!

I stopped sucking, knowing full well that the curtain could hide the sight of Lee and me, but not necessarily the sound of what we were doing, especially at close range. I knew it was unlikely that anyone was going to take a shower this time of day. Even with staggered shift starts, no shift in the plant ended at this time, and few employees used the shower anyway, especially in wintertime. Still, there was a chance that someone standing only a few feet away might tear the curtain aside and expose me in my cock-whore submission before Lee. I was petrified.

Again, Lee seemed to have other ideas. His cock was still in my mouth, and now he wrapped his hands quietly around my head and began to push his erection in and out, fucking my mouth needily. He was obviously too hot to stop what he was doing and I was helpless to stop him if I wanted to remain silent. The men in the locker room were still talking, the man at the urinal had flushed and washed his hands and was now opening his own locker. Presumably they had come to the locker room on some small errand or, like me, expecting to get change for the vending machines. Their chatter barely covered the slurping sounds that escaped the vigorous mouth-fucking going on just the other side of the curtain from their conversation.

I was so focussed on taking Lee without choking or gagging, maintaining complete silence, and listening for any sound from the workers in the locker room to suggest I might be discovered, that it took a moment for me to realize that there was another sound, low but noticeable, and it was coming from inside the shower. It was the tongue of Lee's open belt buckle, frantically tapping against the buckle itself, like a quiet, deep-voiced bell, as Lee bucked his hips against my pleasure-giving head. It was getting louder by the second as his bucking intensified and his body built toward a powerful orgasm. I reached up with my right hand and flattened the buckle and its offending part against his leg as quietly as I could and prayed that we had not been heard. But that prayer might yet have been in vain, because I could hear Lee starting to breathe harder, surely loud enough to be noticed. Even as he fucked my face, I could not close my eyes and I stared up toward Lee, pleading at him vainly for silence and stillness. He was well past noticing though. I had learned the signs, and I knew well that he was going to cum very soon.

In the locker room, I heard the guys laugh at a joke about one of the other players in last night's game and the metallic clang of a locker door slammed shut. The lock was closed and the men could be heard walking away toward the exit. And not a moment too soon. Lee let out a moan that seemed all too loud to me and I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, flooding my taste buds with his bitter, salty cum. At just the same moment, the locker room door swung shut and I could hear the voices fading out into the lunch room and I knew we had not been noticed.

Lee released my head and I dutifully finished licking his cock to completion, cleaning it up and swallowing every last drop of the bitter ejaculate I loved so much to savour. Then I looked up at him and saw the satisfied look he always had after I swallowed him. I bolted to my feet and stared at him in anger. I wanted to yell at him for subjecting us to the risk of exposure and ridicule and who knows but that we would not have been fired or even arrested, but I dared not yell for fear of attracting the attention of the men in the lunch room.

Lee didn't seem worried at all. Quite the opposite, he looked very pleased with himself. And he was still very much in charge of the situation. He pushed himself against me, pinning me against the tiled shower wall and holding me there with his powerful left arm. With his right hand, he reached up to the zipper of my coveralls and pulled it down to the bottom with a swift yank. I was astonished as he reached down into my briefs with his right hand and touched my cock for the first time ever.

I gasped. No other man's hand had ever touched my cock. No woman had ever forcefully taken me into hand like this either. Lee kept me pinned against the tiles, while he pulled my cock free of my briefs and coveralls and began wanking me hard and at full speed. I was not surprised that I had kept my hard-on despite the fear of discovery. I was almost always erect around Lee these days. I felt my eyes roll back and close as my senses were overwhelmed with the powerful sensations centred in my penis as Lee stroked me to a quick and powerful orgasm. I groaned loudly, and came in his hand. My cum in his hand acted as a lubricant and allowed his hand to move even faster over my cock and the sensation was mind-blowing. I slipped down the wall back to my knees, my cock sliding out of his grasp as I went down.

Lee smiled down at me and held his hand out for me to lick my own cum off of. I was like a dog licking the hand of his master. The image occurred to both of us, I'm sure, and we were both getting off on it. When I had cleaned all of my sperm off his hand and swallowed it for him, we zipped ourselves up, washed up and left the washroom as discreetly as possible.

It was definitely the most interesting lunch break I'd ever taken. I wasn't even hungry anymore.

After work, Lee and I resumed the habit of going home together and I made another twenty-five bucks blowing him at his house before he took me home.

I had gotten into this for the money. Now I was hiding behind the money as an excuse for what I was doing. I knew now that I would be willing to do this for Lee for free for as long as he would let me. The question was, did Lee know that? If not, I was sure that he soon would know, and then what would happen?

As Lee drove away after dropping me off at home, I wondered what would happen next in my strange, unlooked for, but oddly satisfying career as a submissive cock-slave whore for cash.



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