A gay sex story: Jacking Off Another Guy Pt. 08
We never know all the repercussions when we perform a certain act. Exposing ourselves to new and very different experiences may start a chain of events that, like a brush fire can change the landscape. One never knows when that “A ha” moment is coming or why. There is nothing you can do to prepare for that, no precautions you can take, not unless you can see the future.
johnnie makes for interesting study. His wife plants a seed that has him jacking off some other guy for her amusement. Against his will but for the sake of love, he does it for her. That seed took root and johnnie discovered that playing with another man’s cock wasn’t so bad. So, allegedly for her, he does it again and again. Soon, just playing with a nice cock isn’t enough for either of the three of them. What johnnie once did for his wife becomes less of a chore but rather the fulfillment of, heretofore, unknown desires.
Very quickly, johnnie realizes that there is more to life than pussy. Placing his gratification in the hands of a superior man, johnnie responds eagerly to the demands placed on him. One can easily see how once performing a simple task had a major impact on him.
Way back when my wife first coerced me into masturbating her co-worker Keith, I had no idea that that single act would awaken a submissive gene in me. Maybe Keith saw it in me right away. Maybe submission to him was my way to deal with the humiliation I felt when playing with his cock. Maybe the disrespect and contempt he had for me as man, made me strive to please him. Who knows? The first time I opened the door naked and welcomed Keith into our home and our lives, my erection was evidence that the purpose of his visit aroused me.
Tall and handsome, ruggedly masculine, Keith was the ideal man my wife could have selected to introduce me to gay sex. I suspect she knew that. Keith knew it too. If, upon his arrival my smaller erection wasn’t proof enough, the obvious excitement I had when masturbating his wonderful cock told him all he needed to know about me. Keith immediately treated me like his personal servant. Still, the hunger I had to please him surprised us both, Cin and me.
I had never felt about anyone the way I felt about my man. I did not love him but I did desire his company. I did and still do admire him and yet, I feared him. My fear wasn’t based on physical violence. His spankings were so erotic. No, my fear was that I would displease him and he would withhold from me his permission to suck his cock.
Although my love of his cock surprised me, my wife and Keith were not surprised. Somehow, they knew the homosexual attraction in me was strong.
I believe in Cindy and trust her whole heartedly. I do not think she had a secret agenda, one in which she used my love for her to fuck Keith. We still have sex regularly. And yes, much of our sexual activity revolves us reliving me serving and servicing Keith’s magnificent cock during a masturbatory story time. She loves seeing me on my knees asking my man for permission to take his wonderful cock between my lips with my own stiff dick saluting the real man. Hard with lust, my erection was but the white flag of surrender to Keith’s superiority.
Cin and I grew closer together, first by our story time mutual masturbation. Then, by our shared experiences with Keith. The evening I willfully lay over his lap in my new panties and allowed him to spank me in front of my wife was sort of a watershed moment in our lives.
In my man’s eyes, I was not a man. How could he see me as a man? Keith saw me only as his compliant cock sucker. Could a male like me who would wear panties for a real man and let him take his pleasure in my mouth and my wife’s body ever be considered a man? I think not.
Even Cin began to treat me differently after witnessing my acceptance of the discipline Keith meted out. Though no less loving, Cin started to treat me like she would another woman, encouraging me to get in touch with my feminine side for my man. I no longer saw the same man in the mirror looking back at me either. I couldn’t consider myself a man after that spanking. I didn’t understand the changes I was going through. I just knew that I was morphing into something that I found gratifying.
Yes, what I was becoming suited me but I had some nagging troubles. The changes in me were not subtle, nor were they gradual. I wondered if I should continue down the path I was on. I was either unable to change course or unwilling. Time would tell.
No one forced me to do anything. I accepted my role, first as Keith’s provider of hand jobs as he toyed with my naked wife. Though I was uncomfortable with my hands on his beautiful cock at first, within 2 minutes of caressing and gently urging the sperm from his big balls I felt more than at ease with the sensual task I was performing.
When I replay that first evening, I want to be disgusted with myself. I want to but my instant erection at the mental image of me with that cock in my hands contradicts the efforts I make to distance myself from that kneeling attentive submissive I am for Keith. That plus the fact that I could not deny the intense orgasm I achieved when Keith stood over me and dribbled the last of his sperm on my dick sending me hurrying down the rabbit hole.
My initial reluctance to open my mouth to welcome Keith’s cock evaporated. Quickly becoming an obsession, I still find it difficult to comprehend my slavish desire to be his cock sucker. Doing it for my wife, what once was my reasoning, is now a lie. I tried without success to convince myself it was for her. In my heart I knew I’d never stop craving the gratification I got when I welcomed Keith’s big beautiful cock in my mouth.
After much rationalizing, I was finally able to push the troubling doubts aside. Instead of rebelling against the changes I was experiencing, I became emotionally invested in pursuing them.
I was no longer naked when at home. My wife wanted me to wear only my panties for her as much as I did for me. I became her lesbian lover and Keith’s gay cock sucker. I had become a submissive half-assed homosexual for Keith and a panty boy lesbian for my wife. It all was quite thrilling.
Silly me. I still harbored the idea that I could quit any time before our activities went too far. I fooled myself into believing that as soon as I was asked or directed to perform some act or allow myself to be used in such a way that I thought inappropriate, I could just stop.
Again, silly me. I had unwittingly and, with only a one-way ticket, climbed aboard a high-speed train to sissy town.
A week after Keith turned me into a quivering mass of thankful cock sucker by spanking the remaining masculinity out of me, I was preparing for his weekly visit.
I was excited. I deliberately pushed aside the weakening resistance in me to embrace what some might call my feminine personae. I reasoned that it was only for Cindy and Keith but there was absolutely no denying the thrill it gave me.