Confessions of a Smut Author Page 3

  Something about a homosexual man swallowing his cum made him feel dirty.

  Gay.

  Strange.

  Boyd felt if his recipient was heterosexual, and he was willing and every bit of what he considered to be straight, it made the act itself a heterosexual act. Two men simply having fun together. No different, in his feeble mind, than watching a football game or shooting a game of pool in the bar.

  John extended his tongue. The sensation Boyd felt against his balls was more than he was prepared for. It reminded him of Karen, his wife. Her ability to deep throat a cock was second to none, but she was a woman, and having a woman suck him off was far less desirable than a man.

  He groaned as he felt his cock pulse. The thought of his warm cum being dumped into John’s throat excited him. He continued to squeeze John’s head and pump against John’s throat, holding himself deeply in place. Slowly, he pulled the shaft of his cock from John’s mouth, watching each shiny inch present itself as it passed John’s lips.

  John tilted his head rearward and extended his tongue. As the last drop of cum dripped into his willing mouth, Boyd released John’s head from his grasp.

  “Are you sure that’s the first cock you’ve ever sucked?” he asked.

  “Dude, I swear,” John responded as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “I can’t wait till they get here. Holy shit, this is going to be hot. When you kiss your wife, shove your cum covered tongue in her mouth, will ya?” Boyd asked.

  John nodded his head, “You know it.”

  Boyd reached down and grabbed the waist of his jeans, “That’s so fucking hot.”

  “I can’t believe I deep throated you. God you’re hung like a barnyard animal. That was actually a turn on in a weird way. Seeing you shove that big fucker in my mouth. When it popped into my throat, I was scared at first, but it’s all good,” John said as he stood.

  “It was pretty hot, seeing it from up here,” Boyd sighed as he zipped his jeans.

  “I tell you what. When I’m butt fucking Karen later, I’ll think of it being you,” Boyd said.

  “Dude, I don’t know about that. If I let you fuck me in the ass, we’d be queers,” John said over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen to get a beer.

  “Bullshit. John, you’ve known me for years, am I a queer?” Boyd asked.

  John shrugged as he opened the refrigerator door, “Not that I know of.”

  “Precisely,” Boyd said as he nodded his head sharply.

  “But if you fucked me in the ass, I don’t know. It seems like that’d be the turning point,” John said.

  “Bullshit. We ain’t gonna sit around and kiss or try and adopt a baby together. It’s just our wives, they’re boring. We already agreed to it. And we’re just two friends fucking around. You know, having fun,” Boyd assured him.

  “Yeah, I guess so,” John said as he raised the bottle of beer to his lips.

  “Here, let me give you a hand job,” Boyd said as he walked into the kitchen.

  “Seriously?” John asked as he looked down at his watch.

  Boyd nodded his head eagerly.

  “They’ll be here any minute,” John whispered as he looked at his watch.

  “Come on, I’ll let you cum on my face,” Boyd pleaded.

  John placed the bottle on the kitchen counter. As he unzipped his pants, he realized his cock was more ready than he was. Something about cumming on Boyd’s face appealed to him. As Boyd knelt before him and reached for his cock, John looked down and smiled.

  “Put in in your mouth?” John asked.

  Boyd’s hand worked up and down the shaft feverously, “No, dude, a hand job.”

  “Just the tip,” John begged.

  As Boyd rolled his eyes, his mouth opened slightly. Jon arched his back at the thought of Boyd swallowing his cum. As Boyd’s mouth encompassed the tip, John turned to face the door.

  “Did you hear something?” he asked.

  Boyd shook his cock filled mouth from side to side. As Boyd worked his mouth along the shaft of John’s swollen member he imagined the warm cum dripping along his face and onto his lips. The feeling, to him, was one of submission. In life he was a man;s man, and now he felt like the little bitch he always yearned to be.

  Feeling as if he may be a little skittish, John looked down and closed his eyes. As he heard the door open, and the sound of their wives enter the condo, he leaned rearward and pulled his saliva covered cock from Boyd’s mouth.

  I read what I had written. As long as the characters were having fun, I guessed it was alright. I leaned away from the monitor and attempted to decide what a wife would think if she came back from shopping and believed her husband was either sucking her girlfriend’s husbands cock or having his cock sucked by her girlfriend’s husband. I looked down and pressed the keys.

  “Boyd, what the fuck is going on?” Karen shouted.

  As Boyd stood and wiped the saliva from his mouth, he attempted to provide a reasonably acceptable response, “Well, we were bored, and there were no football games on, so I decided to let John cum on my face. He didn’t want to jack-off, so I told him I’d suck his cock, why?”

  “Oh my fucking God. You were sucking his cock, weren’t you?” Karen squealed.

  Incapable of even mustering a scream, Susan dropped her sack of groceries on the floor and raised her hands to her mouth.

  “Yeah, so? We’re not gay or anything.” Boyd shrugged.

  I stared at the screen. It seemed like what would probably happen, but it appeared to be a scene not so entertaining from a reader’s standpoint. I erased the response of the wives and started over.

  “Boyd, are you sucking John’s cock?” Karen asked as she looked over the edge of the counter.

  Boyd, with his mouth full of John’s cock, couldn’t dispute the facts. John’s cock, after all, was buried into his very capable throat. Although he’d never admit it to John, he had been sucking off men for two decades. The advertisements he had ran on Craigslist stating he wanted to suck the cocks of straight men had provided him a long list of dicks to gag on. Incapable of arguing what was currently happening, he opted to continue sucking and simply let his wife watch.

  As he forced his face in the direction of John’s hips, Boyd’s eyes began to water.

  Karen turned to face Susan. Susan, knowing John had been prone to allowing men to suck his cock for years, shrugged her shoulders and lowered the sack of groceries to the floor. Karen peered over the counter toward her cock swallowing husband and smiled.

  “God that’s hot. Suck his cock, Boyd. Suck that motherfucker like you’re a little cum slurping whore,” she bellowed.

  As Karen slowly walked around the end of the counter and toward where the men were, Susan followed. As Karen came within arm’s reach of her husband, she grabbed the back of his head in her hand and began to force his mouth against John’s cock. Boyd gagged as she forced it deeper and deeper into his throat. The thought of making her husband suck a cock caused her to become terribly aroused. As she continued to work her husband’s face against John’s throbbing member, drool dripped from his chin and onto the floor.

  “Suck it you filthy bastard. Suck it good,” Karen grunted.

  As she pulled the hair on the back of Boyd’s head, his mouth cleared the tip and he gasped for breath. Now kneeling behind him with her hands against his head, Karen began to feel as if she was finally in charge of something in their sex life. The thought of it began to cause her to feel powerful and extremely aroused. She worked Boyd’s mouth against John’s thick rod like a jackhammer. As her husband slobbered and gagged against John’s massive cock, she smiled.

  “Gag on it you whore,” she said as she continued to force Boyd’s head against John’s ten inches of manhood.

  Boyd, fueled by the thought of his wife’s acceptance and involvement, eagerly slobbered, sucked, and slurped.

  John, secretly knowing his wife was going to willfully accept his part in the charade, bu
cked his hips against Boyd’s face.

  Karen reached into her dress and pulled her panties to her knees. As she fumbled with the fabric against her now rather sweaty skin, she turned to face Susan, who was simply standing and watching the event, “Get in her and suck my pussy, you skinny little bitch.”

  Susan’s eyes widened and she swallowed heavily, “What? Huh? Karen, seriously?”

  Karen stood and pulled her panties free from her conservative two inch heels and pointed at the floor between her feet, “Yes, I’m serious. Lay down here, on your back. I want to fuck your fake fat lips.”

  Surprised Karen had noticed her collagen injections, but excited at the thought of having Karen’s pussy against her mouth, Susan flopped onto the floor as if she’d been shot and quickly rolled onto her back. Karen lowered her soaking wet pussy against Susan’s mouth and began to grind her ass into the sides of Susan’s face.

  Karen moaned with pleasure and continued to force her husband’s head against John’s cock. With her hands full of her Boyd’s curly locks, she pushed and pulled his head until John began to groan. Well aware John was a matter of seconds from reaching climax, she bucked her hips against Susan’s face and gave her husband simple yet stern instructions.

  “If you swallow an ounce of his cum, I’ll tell every one of your friends about this, do you understand me?” she shouted.

  Boyd grunted as the slobber dripped from his chin.

  John groaned and looked up at the ceiling.

  Karen pulled Boyd’s head from John’s cock and wrapped her lips around the tip. As she began to deep throat John’s cock with the talent of a Las Vegas prostitute, John grasped her head in his hands. After taking his cock balls deep into her mouth for half a dozen strokes, she pulled her mouth from the tip and stroked his cock as she extended her tongue. John looked down at her tongue excitedly. Her eyes met his. After another stroke, John erupted into her mouth. As soon as she felt the warm cum in her mouth, she stroked his stiff dick with more force. Boyd, confused, aroused, and disappointed, watched as his wife’s mouth filled with more cum than he’d ever seen. As the last drop dripped from the tip of John’s cock, Karen turned to face Boyd.

  “Shove your tongue deeper, you skinny little whore,” she screamed as she pressed her pussy against the muffled grunts coming from Susan’s mouth.

  “Open your mouth,” she mumbled as she turned to face Boyd.

  Not knowing what else to do but comply, Boyd opened his mouth. As he did, Karen leaned his direction and grabbed the back of his hair. Pulling down on his hair, she tilted his head rearward. As she leaned over his face, she slowly dribbled the cum from her mouth into his. As he accepted it gratefully, she closed her eyes and groaned.

  Now having an orgasm from deep within her being, Karen raised her hand in the air between her husband’s face and her chest, “Don’t swallow it.”

  Karen finished smearing her wetness onto Susan’s face. Slowly she began to straighten her knees and raise herself from the floor. As he ass rose from Susan’s face she looked down and smiled at Susan’s glistening lips.

  Now standing, Karen pointed down at Susan and turned toward her husband, “Spit it on her face, and then have your little friend John lick it off.”

  Susan, gasping for her next breath, blinked her eyes and attempted to sit up. As she opened her eyes and began to wipe her face, Karen grabbed her wrist and held it firmly, “Lay there you skinny little whore. You know you want this.”

  Boyd tilted his head forward and dribbled the mouthful of cum onto Susan’s face. As the huge pool of cum ran from Susan’s cheeks and down her chin, Karen pointed at John.

  He needed no further direction. Willing and ready, he dropped to his knees and slurped the cum from his wife’s face. As he licked his lips and savored each drop, Karen reached into Susan’s dress, moved her panties aside, and began to finger her aggressively.

  I stopped typing and reviewed what I had written. I chuckled at the thought of the scene being realistic. It seemed somewhat unrealistic, but erotic nonetheless. I decided my women readers should love it. I grinned at the thought of an event such as what I typed happening, and came to the realization it probably had happened somewhere at some point in time. As I scanned the screen for typographical errors, I noticed my cock was hard as a rock. Surprised, satisfied, and much in need of a break, I pushed myself from my desk and picked up my phone. As always, it was in silent mode as I worked.

  Distractions seemed to be just that, distracting.

  A text message from new Cheryl was waiting. I eagerly opened it, only to learn there were three total. I read them in received order.

  Hey. How’s your day?

  Wanna meet for lunch?

  Sometime? It doesn’t have to be today. Hope you’re okay.

  I placed the phone on my desk beside the keyboard. There was nothing about new Cheryl that should have caused me any sort of alarm - short of her name - but something prevented me from proceeding with her in a manner close to what I would have expected myself to. Although I had not been with another woman since the death of my wife, I would have guessed when the time came I would proceed at a normal pace. For some reason, I seemed disinterested in new Cheryl unless she was sitting in front of me with her tits hanging out.

  Making out with her in the car was a guilty pleasure. At the time, had she acted in manner a little more provocatively, I would have fucked her senseless in the parking lot. She seemed to be more interested in simply making out, and we certainly did a good job of doing it. After an hour of kissing, squeezing and sucking her tits, and her stroking my stiff cock through my Levi’s, I was an emotional wreck, sexually speaking. On the way home after leaving her, I couldn’t stop thinking of the what-if’s. Two days later, however, I seemed to care much less regarding where she was or what she was doing.

  I began to wonder if she were in front of me how my thoughts would change. As I began to daydream, I saved my work on the male-male story, and named a new folder in my short stories file; The Preacher’s Daughter. In a matter of seconds, I was typing away.

  In clear contrast to her parent’s wishes, she had driven to his apartment in the lower east side of downtown. As she parked the car outside, she began to wonder just what may be in store for her once she got inside. After locking the car, she began to walk across the street with her phone in her hand, attempting to send a quick text message as she approached the entrance.

  On my way up.

  She sent the message and opened the front door of the century old warehouse which had been restored into living quarters. Although the elevator wasn’t her preferred form of travel, it seemed to be her only choice. After getting in and pressing the button for the eleventh floor, she sighed and closed her eyes. Her phone dinging, indicating a text message, caused her to open her eyes and forget the last six floors of rise. As she opened the message screen on her phone, she smiled.

  Leave your panties in the car.

  As fate would have it, she had worn a dress. After stepping out of the elevator, she stood in the hallway and pulled off her panties. As she stuffed them into her purse, she began to become aroused. With each step down the hallway, she became more and more aroused. Glancing at the numbers on the doorways as she passed each respective apartment, her heart rate increased with each passing doorway. As she looked up at the door marked 1136, she exhaled and knocked on the door.

  Much to her surprise, when the door opened, he stood before her with a blindfold, leather bindings for her wrists, and a leather whip in his left hand. He raised his right index finger to his lip.

  “Shhh. Not a word,” he whispered.

  Her heart raced. As she felt herself oozing down her inner thighs, he reached out and grasped her wrist. As he tugged her through the threshold of the door, she dropped her purse onto the floor of the entrance. Almost immediately after shutting the door and locking it, he slipped the blindfold over her eyes. Now standing blind to his further approach, she felt helpless to what he may offer her.
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  Helpless and simply smitten.

  Secretly, for as long as she’d been able to remember, she had longed for a man to take control of her sexually. As she attempted to blink her eyes against the material covering the upper portion of her face, she shivered as she realized she was unable to open them.

  As he led her by the wrist through the house, she wondered where he may take her. To a dungeon, she thought? Possibly he would take her to some room of pain; similar to what she read about in the books she so enjoyed. After a few dozen steps, he silently grasped her other wrist and bound them together. Now standing before him blindfolded and bound by the wrists, she truly felt helpless.

  Helpless and quite ready for the next step.

  As she felt his hands against her thighs, she hoped for what may be next. As he lifted her dress, she swallowed heavily. Wondering how he might get the dress past her bound hands, she received the answer as he stopped with the dress around her neck and draped over her shoulders.

  She felt his hand against her back twisting the dress. Before she could speak, she felt the dress tightening around her neck. Partially scared, and more aroused, she touched her knees together. As her inner thighs touched, she became more aware of just how aroused she really was. Feeling as if she should be fighting for breath, she was surprised she wasn’t more alarmed by the situation; after all they hadn’t known each other for more than three days.

  Now pulling her down to her knees by the dress, he gave his command.

  “Open your mouth.”

  I stopped typing and admired what I had written. Simply. I used the word all too much. I highlighted it and made a mental note to go back and change it later. I glanced at my phone. After turning up the music slightly and taking a sip of coffee, I reached for the phone and opened the text message screen.

  Nothing.

  I started to place the phone back onto the desk and hesitated.

  Don’t do it, Shawn. You’re not ready.