You know what? I'm just an average guy. 5'7", 156, I keep myself healthy and my BMI at a very reasonable number. I've been happily married for 8 years and although we have no children, it's not because we haven't tried.
Cindy and I are educated, have mundane jobs, great friends, and a nice home.
Happy? I'd guess we're as happy as the next couple. I mean we're not giddy, overly ecstatic or anything like that. I want to say we're normal. But really, what is normal?
If you saw me a couple years ago, you'd probably just walk on by hardly noticing anything unusual about me. Just another face in the crowd.
But I'm not just another face.
I have a secret.
I'm willing to bet that we all have heard the rantings of guys and the ball breaking names used every day by everyday people. You know, motherfucker, faggot, cock sucker, names like those.
Today, if one of my friends calls me a cock sucker, I take no offense. Inwardly, I smile. They have no idea how right they are. That's my secret.
Let me set the record straight, right off from jump street, I'm not gay. Like I said, I'm married. We have a good sex life. But my wife does not have a cock and every now and then, I feel the urge to suck one. But not just any cock. I am faithful to only one.
Fortunately for me, I have a special friend. No, he's not part of our social circle of friends. I'm not sure Cindy would understand what he and I have, so I keep quiet about his existence. I met him one day at the racetrack, the horse track. He is my secret Svengali.
I noticed him looking at me as if he knew me. When he approached, I asked if we had met. "Only in your dreams," he said smiling.
There was and is something captivating about him. He could talk an Arab into buying sand.
We talked about stuff, this and that, and before I knew it, he had me following him to his car. In no time at all, he talked me out of my clothes and my face in his lap, sucking my first cock.
I learned that day that a good cock sucker is always naked when he's doing his thing. It's just proper etiquette and shows respect to the man's who allows you to service him.
We both enjoyed our little sojourn enough that he had me give him my phone number and told me I was now his on-call cock sucker. It was and is an arrangement that suits us both.
But hearing myself referred to as cock sucker made me shiver and my dick hard. I liked it. It was an acknowledgement of sorts; a title I had just earned. I masturbated once on the way home and again that evening in the shower.
For the purpose of maintaining anonymity, I'll call him James. Like me, James is married, has two kids and a pretty wife on whom he dotes. But every now and then, James needs his cock sucked, a task his wife would rather not perform.
Unlike Cindy, James' wife Connie knows all about me. I've met her on many occasions when I answer James' call.
One would think that Connie would take issue that her husband has a personal cock sucker. Like I said, she prefers to leave that to me.
Connie and James have a vanilla relationship, equal partners in every aspect of their lives. But James has a dominant side. He easily projects strength and leadership. James is always in control and is very charismatic. Connie knows that and understands how it came to be that I willingly became James' blow-job queen. It is James who decides whether I am to have my needs met, fulfilled. After all, it was James who discovered the need I had to suck his cock.
Typically, when James has summoned me and has deigned to give me access to his manhood, Connie will send the children off to bed or to spend a weekend with their grandparents.
It's a short drive to James's house. Less than 5 miles separates me from his cock. There are nights when my craving to be on my knees for him keeps me awake. I resist the temptation to sneak over there. It has been made clear to me that one uninvited appearance will be my last.
So, I wait until I am called.
When the call does come, the garage door will be left up as they wait for me to announce my entrance. Once I arrive, I park on the street, enter through the garage. Closing that door, I must remove all my clothing. When I am completely naked, I knock of the door that leads from the garage to their kitchen.
Sometimes they'll make me wait if only to demonstrate their dominion over me. They both know I find that arousing. What? You wouldn't find yourself standing naked in someone's garage, waiting for them to let you in so you can suck a cock, sexually stimulating? Well, excuse the hell out of me.
When I'm permitted entrance, my erect dick points me in the right direction.
There's no rush. James is never in a hurry for me to gobble his cock as soon as I arrive. The waiting game is as much a power trip for him as it is me finding my sub space. I join the couple in their living room where Connie and James are seated and fully dressed.
"There's our cock sucker," I'm greeted by Connie.
I feel no shame, only arousal.
I kneel on the floor facing them. Once in a while, Connie will place some newspapers on the floor which allows me to sit. Otherwise, I've been directed to keep my ass hole off their carpet.
I respect that. They have two small children who play on the floors.
Kneeling or sitting, we exchange pleasantries, discussing our work week, the weather, my wife Cindy. It the normal conversation between people who genuinely care for each other.
When James is ready, and only then, am I permitted to approach him and ask if I may remove his trousers.
Connie watches, enjoying the fact that she is able to see her husband getting a blow job which she does not have to provide. Connie remains clothed. In private sessions, James explained that under no circumstance am I to see his wife undressed.
Once I have his trousers off, James sits back down. His cock is a bit bigger than average. He says it's because it's regularly sucked by yours truly. James knows how to motivate me.
He and his wife will sometimes chat among themselves as I use my hands to bring his cock to life. If it's a Sunday afternoon, James might have a football game on the TV.
The whole thing is surreal as you might imagine. But I have been summoned so many times over the months, that surreal has become the norm.
I've actually seen Connie out of the corner of my eye as she folds clothes while I'm sucking James off. I'm merely a commodity to them, one easily replaced should I disappoint or disrespect one or both.
It's knowing that I'm dispensable that keeps me humble, grateful for the opportunity to be able to satisfy my cravings with so fine and discrete a couple.
I play with James' cock until he nods that he is ready for me to begin. My erection leaks and Connie has provided me with more newspaper to absorb my discharge and keeping her carpet clean.
I get a perverse thrill when, after James has pumped his load in my mouth and I have slurped the last vestiges of his sperm, I'm immediately thanked and sent on my way. Gathering the damp newspapers I've soiled, I head for the garage, place the newspapers in the recycling bin, dress, and go home.
Both James and Connie know and understand that being so casually dismissed with my own need to cum yet unfulfilled makes it all that much more arousing for me. Not that they give a damn about that. My orgasm must be achieved at a location other than their home in a manner they care little about.
I am James' cock sucker. Nothing more and nothing less when his special ring tone alerts me that my talents are required.
I didn't know whether to be insulted or not. One day when I arrived and was undressing in the garage, I saw that James had left a bag with a note attached, addressed to me. "johnnie, if you wish to remain anonymous, put the mask on before you knock."
I pulled out a batman mask. It covered my eyes and most of my nose, just like the movie batman. It even had the pointy ears.
I pulled the tight covering over my head and adjusted it so I could see without impediment.
My knock was answered almost immediately which was highly unusual.
My dick was hard in spite of how foolish I felt wearing that stupid mask.
I took my place on my knees in front of James.
"Sir," I began. "Why do you have me wearing this mask?"
