Shut Up and Suck! Ch. 01
Note to readers: This story begins the cocksucking adventures of a horny young man whose need for cock and curiosity about an ad he read on a dating site leads him down a dark path of submission to two older men. If curiosity killed the cat, it can also lead to unforeseen consequences for cocksuckers, so beware...and read on!
This story contains scenes with Gay Male Dominance & Submission, cocksucking, gagging, throat fucking, ball sucking, and some cum and piss play.
Be Careful What You Wish For
I suppose the ad in a popular hookup site should have set off more alarm bells in my head, but I was too horny for cock at that point to care. I needed cock—any cock—to satisfy my lust, and I had been poring over explicit personals in the Men Seeking Men section when one ad in particular caught my eye.
It was blunt and to the point.
"
Two Men Looking for a Submissive Faggot's Mouth to Use."
Whoa,
I said to myself. I was intrigued and pulled up the full text:
"
My Buddy and are straight white males in our forties; fit, masculine, with large hairy ball sacks that need draining on a regular basis. We're looking for a cocksucker to use repeatedly. You must be experienced sucking dick with little or no gag reflex. We expect you to swallow what we give you to swallow. No bitching or moaning or the deal is off. If you think you can accommodate our needs, send us your stats with a pic of your nude body. It we're interested, we'll get back to you with contact instructions. Looking to meet this Friday night.
"
As I read the ad, I could feel my cock start to swell, and images appeared in my mind of two thick meaty cocks with hairy ball sacks swinging in front of my face.
What the hell
?
Are these guys for real?
I thought.
Okay, so they're a bit demanding. This could be fun in a kinky way. But two guys?
I had never sucked off two men at the same time, but I had fantasized about doing so many times, and I was genuinely curious about what it would be like. I thought to myself,
you only live once.
Damn I was horny.
I responded to the ad with my age and stats (I'm 27, 5 ft. 9 in., 168 lbs.), and told them I was a fairly experienced cocksucker (true) with good deepthroat skills (not entirely true) who wanted to try taking on two cocks at once (true). I included two pics with my reply—one of my torso showing my well defined abs and lower groin with my cock at rest, and the other a pic of me on all fours with my ass up and head down—a position I had been complimented on by many men before. I had only been fucked in the ass a few times, but most of the guys I hooked up with said they loved my ass, especially when they were looking down on me as I sucked their cock.
I sent the reply off and waited.
About fifteen minutes later I got a ping on my phone indicating I had received a new email. I opened my in-box and saw the reply I was waiting for. My heart raced as I thought to myself,
do I really want to open this? What if these guys are psychos and I end up cut into little pieces in some dumpster?
My curiosity and need for cock overruled my fear of the unknown. I opened the reply.
"My buddy and I liked your body pics. If you really are a submissive cocksucker and are willing to do everything we tell you to, send me your cell number and we'll text you Friday evening where and when to meet us. We look forward to using your faggot mouth repeatedly. My name is Riley and my buddy is Decker. Here are some pictures of our dicks you can salivate over before we meet you."
There were two attachments at the bottom of the email: one was a large, thick, veiny cock with a huge hairy ball sack underneath, surrounded by thick black pubic hair. The second pic showed another thick cock, darkish with a purplish pink cockhead nestled in a dirty blonde pubic bush. The balls looked similarly big and heavy. My mouth started to salivate as I looked at the pics.
I took in a deep breath and thought to myself,
okay, I'm game if they are.
I sent my reply with my cell phone number and told them how much I'd love to suck both their cocks.
I Meet My 'Dates' Riley and Decker at the Bar
Friday couldn't come fast enough for me. I was distracted at work—I'm a full time trainer at the county gym—and the hours seemed to creep by. After I finished my shift helping a middle-aged woman with her leg, core, and back exercises, I left for home, showered, ate some re-heated pasta that I had made earlier in the week, and waited.
I must have drifted off watching the news when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Riley.
"Be at The Tavern tonight by 9:00 pm. Sit at the bar, order a drink for yourself and wait. Wear a pink shirt so we'll be able to pick you out in the crowd."
I replied that I would be there by nine and would be at the bar as they had specified.
The Tavern was one of the more popular bars in town, and was always packed with people. I didn't know how I was going to identify Riley and Decker, but if I wore pink, I was pretty sure they'd know who I was.
I put on some jeans, my new blue sneakers, and a pink polo shirt I usually wore with shorts in the summer. Since it was a bit chilly at night, I brought a fleece pullover as well, but planned not to put it on unless I really needed it. I wanted to be visible to my 'dates.'
Since The Tavern was only a few blocks from my apartment, I decided to walk.
I got to the bar about quarter to nine. I sat down and ordered a beer on tap from the bar tender.
As I was waiting for my beer, I scanned the place. There were lots of people—singles, groups of two, three, or more—but no one obviously stuck out as my 'dates.' The bar tender placed my beer mug in front of me and I took a few sips.
I started watching a football game on one of the many TV screens peppered around the bar. After several minutes of sipping beer and watching television, one of the bar tenders placed a shot of whisky and a note in front of me.
"This is from the two gentlemen over at the corner table, the booth against the back wall," he indicated their location by raising his chin in the direction of the table.
I turned and looked in the far corner of the bar and saw two men in their mid-forties in a booth raising their glasses to me. I raised my hand in thanks for the whiskey, then opened the note.