A gay sex stories: This Can’t Be Happening Ch. 25 My journey continues.
As always I’d thank everyone who has read, commented, voted or added as a favourite. This chapter represents a turning point for me and I hope I’ve captured it in words for you. All names and locations have been altered to maintain anonymity.
I immediately began to blush at the prospect of having to admit what I’d done in front of a complete stranger. My eyes involuntarily moved towards the man.
“Eyes forward David,” Phillip repeated. “I won’t tell you again. Answer the question.”
I nodded my head and told him it was. The combination of collar and cockstrap seemed to somehow emphasise my embarrassment, making me feel even more submissive. This was the second time Lewis had told Phillip what we’d done together. I was beginning to think there was more to their relationship other than just work, but Phillip didn’t give me time to contemplate further.
“That’s not all is it David,” he probed. “What else did your best friend have you do for him?” He emphasised the words ‘best friend’ as if to give them importance.
So I admitted wearing lipstick and lingerie for him. Having to say it out loud made it feel more shameful than the act itself. As if I was airing a dirty secret. The stranger stayed silent, but I could feel his eyes on me. My erection leaked. The cockstrap had the effect of making my cock feel harder than usual, intensifying the sensation. It forced my balls forward too, making them stand proud of my groin to display my genitals more prominently.
Phillip smiled. “So you dressed like a girl for your best friend’s cock.” It was a statement, but the impact of the words made my face turn a deep shade of red. “Is that all?” he asked teasingly. He knew what had happened, but he was going to make me tell him in front of the unknown man.
I shook my head as my cock twitched and spat yet more precum from the tip. My nipples hardened. The intensity of my shame increased. I tried to focus on Phillip, the urge to look at the other man was beginning to overwhelm me.
“Well?” he asked, waiting.
I faltered. To openly admit I had swallowed Lewis’s urine was deeply humiliating. An admission that I was ashamed of. A truly disgusting act, yet my cock began to stream. The atmosphere felt heavy and I began to fall in on myself.
“He pissed in my mouth Mr Chambers,” I said quietly, but the words rang loud in my ears.
Phillip smiled again. “Yes, you drank your best friends piss, but Mr Ali tells me you helped him too,” he continued. “Held his cock so he could take a piss. Then gave you the choice to shake it or clean it with your mouth when he’d finished. Is that true?”
I nodded my head. I was trying to imagine what the unknown man must be thinking. My erection had a numbness to it, yet felt hyper sensitive at the same time. I could feel every throb and was now drooling precum.
“Which did you choose David?”
I looked down at my nipples, then at my cock and answered him. My glans looked a deep shiny red. The skin looked so tight, like a balloon about to burst and I could hear the dripping of my fluid on the carpet.
“And is that all or have you sucked any other cocks this week?”
Did he know about coach? He couldn’t. There was no way. I hadn’t told anyone. Whatever the case, I told him what had happened with coach while watching him stroke the bulge in his trousers. Then told him what had happened with my neighbours and the postman. I tried to focus on Phillip but the fact I was making such shameful admissions in front of a complete stranger made it almost unbearable.
There was nowhere to hide for me. The man was witnessing my fetish for exhibitionism and humiliation in full flow.
“You have been busy David,” he smiled sarcastically. “I’ve said it before. You’re turning into a slut.”
In my faltering peripheral vision, I noticed the stranger move but kept my eyes fixed on the bulge in Phillip’s trousers.
“From what I can see he’s enjoying it too Phil,” the stranger spoke for the first time. He had an accent but I couldn’t place it. Mediterranean perhaps? Maybe Middle Eastern. I wasn’t sure.
Still staring at Phillip’s bulge.
“So let me get this right,” the stranger continued. “It’s taken you less than 2 months to get him to what I’m looking at right now?”
Phillip laughed and when I looked at his face, I could see pride written all over it. “Oh you’re giving me too much credit,” he grinned at me. “The only thing I’ve done is given him the opportunity to explore and experiment. To be himself. What you’re looking at has all been driven by David really.”
He looked across to the stranger, still smiling. “I won’t deny I manipulated the situation when I caught him stealing and we’ve talked about that since it happened. I wanted his mouth on my prick the day he came for his interview. I saw an opportunity and took it.”
He paused, letting his words sink in. “Imagine my surprise when he chose to take punishment and his prick stayed rock fucking hard all the way through,” he said, still looking at the man. “And just as he is now, he pissed precum like a fucking tap. Lets just call it a very happy accident.”
“And he drank your spunk from the get go?” the stranger’s voice again. What was that accent?
“Yep,” Phillip looked at me. “He took to cocksucking like a duck to water. A natural. I’d have never have guessed it was his first time. I even told him as much when I dropped him home. Isn’t that right David?”
He knew me so well. He knew what this was doing to me and I guessed the stranger did too. It was clear he’d read my file and I imagined them both discussing me as the stranger saw the words Phillip had written.
“Yes Mr Chambers.”
This was headspace I enjoyed most of all. Exposed and erect. Humiliated. Being talked about. Graphic language. Being ogled like an object. Forced to admit my fetish and I still hadn’t really seen the stranger, even though all I had to do was turn my head.
I stared down at my nipples. They were so hard and sensitive that I could feel the air in the room on them. My cock was now a numb, throbbing, wet mess. Harder and more swollen than I’d ever seen or felt it. My arms were beginning to ache but I refused to let them fall to my side. I revelled in the exposure this position gave me. It showed anyone who looked that I was hairless from the neck down.
Men were supposed to have hair on their genitals. On their legs and arms. On their armpits. But I was proud to be hairless, yet humiliated by it at the same time. Moreover, having men see me like that turned me on so much. I never lost the thrill of knowing my whole body could be seen completely and unhindered by hair.
“I wasn’t aware he’d fucked anyone though,” Phillip stated. “We’ll be discussing that later David.”
I was pretty much gone by then and could only nod my head. They continued talking but the words became background noise. I loved it when that happened. Lost in the moment, only catching snippets of the conversation or single words. My whole body throbbed in time with my erection.
The stranger was suddenly at my side. His hands on my waist were warm and dry, but the skin was hard. His grip strong as he turned me to face him for the first time.