My Neighbor the Dominant Top
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My downward spiral into a submissive bottom slut started late in life. I’m still very much in the closet and outwardly I appear as the perfect suburban husband, father, employee and neighbor. I love my wife and family but I recently found a new hobby that I crave with a passion; I can’t get enough of my neighbor’s big hard cock.
It all started innocently enough. I’m an economics professor at UC San Diego and my office is in one of the older buildings on campus. The basement of my building has several conference rooms used by various student groups. Unless the meeting rooms are in use, the basement is pretty much a ghost town. Students have 24 hour access to use the rooms for studying, but more pertinent to this story, there is a mensroom in the basement that goes virtually unused. It has several urinals and four stalls and rumor has it the remote washroom is a hotspot on campus for guys to exchange oral favors. A recent memo was circulated among the faculty to be on the watch for such deviant behavior and to report any occurrences to the appropriate authorities.
When the one toilet on my floor is occupied, I often take my newspaper and retire to the basement for some quality reading. One day, I noticed some new graffiti scrawled across the stall door advertising an online chat room for guys on campus seeking oral sex. I wasn’t looking for a blowjob, but when I got back to my office, I did logon to see what the site was all about. I was intending to call facilities and have them clean off the graffiti and investigate the online chat room, but I became quickly distracted.
Several guys were online and fishing for takers. I started a chat with one of the trollers, purely intending to do some research on the perverse underground culture apparently running rampant on campus.
The guy’s handle was “facefucker” and it didn’t take long to figure out what he wanted.
“Do you swallow?” he typed in reply to my initial “How’s it hanging?”
Ignoring his vulgarity, I replied, “Are you a student?”
“A grad student if you must know,” he shot back. “Now answer my question.”
Deciding to play along, I replied, “Yes” figuring that was what he wanted to hear.
“Excellent. Can you meet this afternoon?”
Holy shit, this guy wasn’t wasting any time. I had heard the rumors about this kind of behavior around school, but I never knew how aggressive these perverts were. As a member of the faculty, I felt obligated to investigate further and maybe turn this guy over to the authorities. Maybe I couldn’t clean up the whole campus, but I could do my part.
“Sure,” I replied. “Where?”
“Off-campus,” he typed back. “I’m going surfing this afternoon in La Jolla but I’ve got some time now.”
La Jolla was where I lived. I could invite him to my house, find out who the guy was and then call the Campus Cops with the details.
I sent him my address and told him to meet me in my garage at 1pm and use the side door for entry. I figured if things got out of control, I could just hit the remote and open the garage door, instantly diffusing any potential problems.
“Perfect. Hope you are hungry for my 5 day load, cocksucker,” he replied before signing off.
I had no classes scheduled for the afternoon and with the kids in school and my wife at work, I figured I could setup my undercover sting operation, report to the cops, and spend the afternoon working from home.
I pulled into the driveway at 12:45, unlocked the side door to the garage and settled in to wait. Strangely my dick was stirring in my pants as I waited. In horror, I realized my cock was rock hard as I awaited Facefucker’s arrival.
I had never had any homosexual fantasies and was generally disgusted by the thought of gay sex. But somehow, as I waited to bust this degenerate student’s little scheme, I was getting incredibly turned on. As I stroked myself through my trousers, I began to wonder whether I really had a case against this guy. We had chatted online, mutually agreed to meet, and were now scheduled to meet in the privacy of my home. Morally I had every right to be appalled by Facefucker’s behavior, but in reality, I agreed to meet him and more importantly to service him to completion. Shit, in reality there was nothing illegal about our upcoming transaction.
Even as my mind processed this new information, I heard a knock on the side door.
I immediately decided to play dumb and hope he would just go away. Unfortunately, Facefucker wasn’t going to play along. The knob on the unlocked door turned and he stepped confidently into the garage. He was probably mid-twenties, with long dirty blonde hair, maybe 6’2″ with a swimmer’s body. He was wearing a pair of tattered jeans, a polo shirt, and a pair of flip-flops, looking like the quintessential Southern California preppy rich kid.
“Hey cocksucker,” he snarled. “Nice house.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about son,” I weakly replied, deciding on the fly to try and diffuse this unpleasant situation. “Are you breaking into my house?”
“Give me a break, dude,” he laughed. “I’d say fine and let you flake except that tent in your trousers says you want this as bad as I need it.”
Horrifically, the boner in my pants clearly screamed that I was ready for action. And as the only action in my future was me, on my knees, blowing this young stud to completion, it looked like I was going to have to honor my commitment. I am not gay, but it was hard to argue that I wasn’t sexually aroused by the situation.
“OK,” I croaked, finding it hard to believe I was nearing the point of no return on sucking my first cock.
“Good,” he smiled. “I like my cocksuckers naked, on their knees. And I don’t have all day, so fucking strip, man,” he commanded as he walked over and unzipped his Levis.
I was torn, but I was also horny as hell. My wife would kill me, but she’d never find out. I could do this just this one time, chalk it up to a “life” experience, and file it away deep in the recesses of my mind.
I stripped off my shirt and slacks, removed my socks, and stepped out of my boxers, now standing in my naked glory in front of this young man. I’m a runner, logging 30 miles or so a week, so I stay in pretty good shape. My 6″ penis was standing at full attention as I eyed the bulge in Facefucker’s jeans.
“On your knees, bitch,” he instructed, “And fish out my rod.”
Within minutes, I was bobbing up and down on his hard dick, taking all 7.5″ down my throat like a practiced whore as he palmed my head and fucked my face like a man possessed. My dick remained rock hard as he used my throat for his pleasure. Amazingly, I had no difficulty transferring my enjoyment of getting head to the act of giving it. I had the guy moaning with lust in no time.