The Seduction of Roger

I was standing in the apartment of the handsome straight man I had just sucked off, after pursuing him for months at the gym. I decided I had to at least try to make it more than a one-shot deal.

I reached into my pocket and took out a business card from my wallet. "No pressure at all, man," I said. "But if you ever need some NSA stress relief, my number's on this card. Text me whenever."

"NSA?"

I winked. "No strings attached." I held out the business card. After a moment he took it from me.

Frankly I had low expectations. From past experience I knew that men who were enticed into experimentation could get scared and back off in a big way. The best way to make sure that didn't happen, which wasn't easy, was to back off myself and not pressure him. He had my name and number. The ball was in his court.

As neurotic as it sounds, I even changed my gym schedule so our visits wouldn't coincide. This was easy to do, as his schedule was so regular and mine pretty flexible. I simply stopped going on Monday and Thursday afternoons. I wasn't going to give him the opportunity to pretend he didn't know me. In retrospect I was also testing him. If he really wanted to keep something going he now had the means to contact me. If he chose not to take advantage of that, well, at least I would know where I stood.

It was hard at first. I really missed the sight of him. It would have been worse, though, if we had met and he had ignored me, or been polite and frosty. The weeks went by and nothing happened. I began to think of that day in his apartment as a stroke of dumb luck.

Then one afternoon at the office my phone buzzed.

"Where are you? Haven't seen you at gym. Free after work today if you are."

I typed back: "Who is this?" Of course I knew, but I didn't know his name.

"Roger. You came to my place a few weeks ago."

At that moment a work e-mail came in that I had to take care of. It took longer than I thought it would. As I was sifting through files on my laptop my phone buzzed again.

"You still there? Free today?"

I smiled inwardly at his urgency. He'd decided to stray from the straight and narrow path a second time. Who was I to refuse?

"Sure. Same place? What time?"

His apartment door was ajar when I got to the third floor, like the first time. I knocked and went in. He was ready and waiting for me on the couch, sprawled out with both arms extended, naked except for one of his workout tank tops. His cock curved upward from between his legs, semi-hard. As far as I was concerned he was every inch a porn star.

"I can tell you're ready for some head," I said. He gave me a small smile, and spread his knees in invitation.

"Well, I am sure as hell ready for cock." I knelt in front of him and went to work. He seemed to enjoy the blow job as much as the first time. I know I did. After taking him to another groaning, thrashing climax and swallowing his copious seed I cleaned his gradually softening organ with gentle tongue strokes. Then I got up.

"Could I use your bathroom?"

He pointed. "Behind you on the left."

I went in the direction he indicated, walked in and snapped on the light. There were a couple of small hand towels on a rack next to the sink. I ran some warm water, soaked and squeezed one out and brought it back to where he still sat on the couch.

"What are you doing?" he asked, puzzled, as I wiped down his genitals.

"Just relax. I'm a full service operation."

A snort of laughter. "Sweet. I don't have to do anything?"

"Nope."

"Wow. So easy to get serviced by you guys."

Typical straight man attitude. I kept the snark to myself, though. No sense killing this golden goose, at least not for a few more sessions. By now I'd started to think of Roger, who had finally told me his name (I wasn't sure he knew mine yet, despite the business card), as a bit of a project. I knew I had to choose my next words carefully.

"Girlfriend not putting out for you?"

Roger snorted again. "Tell me about it. She just doesn't get it. Won't give me head unless I beg, and even then it's not worth it."

"Not the adventurous type?"

"Not at all."

"I can tell you are, though."

He shrugged, though I saw that he was pleased.

"Ever get sucked at a glory hole?"

"What's that? Oh, you mean like at a bookstore?" He grimaced. "I'd never go to a place like that. What if some psycho bit it off?"

I laughed in spite of myself. "Not likely, guy. Anyway, I'm not talking about a bookstore. Guys set them up at their own places now. Much cleaner and safer."

I paused, then made my pitch. "I have a buddy who's done it for years from his front hallway. Nice guy, clean, healthy. Just has a thing about sucking dick. Very private and discreet. Just come in, get sucked and go. You don't see him, he doesn't see you."

I could tell the wheels were turning in his head. "You know this guy?"

"Yep. He's sucked me off lots of times."

"Cute?"

I shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Never seen him except what I can see behind the hole."

"Sounds weird to me. Doesn't he care what I look like?"

"I'd vouch for you, but like I said, it's not that big of a deal. The main thing is your cock. He'd love it, and the size of your load. And you'd love him. I guarantee it."

He shook his head. "I'd have to think about it."

I wasn't fazed. "No problem. Next time I get together with him I'll let you know. You can meet me there."

"And what would you do?"

"Any number of things. Watch you get sucked. Take turns with my buddy sucking you. Take my turn at the hole. Believe me, sharing one is pretty hot."

He didn't say anything to that. But he hadn't said "no."

So I played it cool for the next couple of weeks, keeping to my new schedule, not trying to see him or contact him. He had to get horny enough to want to contact me.

Then an opportunity opened up that forced my hand. My glory hole buddy, Andy, wasn't always available because he had a roommate who didn't know about his predilection for anonymous cock. He had to wait for the guy to travel for work, which fortunately he did fairly often. So one Monday morning I got an e-mail.

"Roommate away all this week. Can put up GH if you want. Let me know."

I replied and asked Andy if he, first, would be interested in a new customer, and second, might be up for entertaining me and my buddy at the same time. At first he was hesitant. For a cock slut Andy was actually pretty selective, which is how he had avoided any diseases or neighbors getting suspicious about comings and goings at his house.

I sang Roger's praises, talked up his body, his cock, and most of all his discretion, which I thought I could pretty much count on. Finally Andy was persuaded. I'd go over after work the next day, and I'd bring my buddy along if he agreed, which was a pretty big if.

I wrote Roger a text giving him the news, being careful to put at the end, "No pressure. Only if you're still interested. Dan." I pressed the "send" button and went about my business, trying to keep my expectations low. If worst came to worst I'd still get great head from Andy, whose oral skills exceeded mine, which is saying a lot.

Still, all that morning I checked my phone every few minutes to make sure I hadn't missed his message, until one of my co-workers made a snarky remark about it. Actually they were right. I was wasting time waiting for a flaky trick to come through. I put my phone away and tried to concentrate on my job. I decided to go to lunch early, then work out.

By the time I was finished up at the gym around two o'clock there was still no message from Roger. More than likely meant he wasn't going to join me at the glory hole. Although I always enjoyed Andy's blow jobs, somehow today the prospect didn't seem nearly as exciting. I texted Andy and told him I wasn't sure I was going to make it, that I'd let him know by the end of the day.

I was wrapping things up late that afternoon and about to head out when my phone buzzed.

"You still going over to your buddy's place today? What time you going to be there?"

My excitement was mingled with annoyance that he had waited so long to touch base. Better late than never, though.

"Let me make sure he can still do it."

Fortunately Andy answered and was still up for the doubleheader, so to speak. After multiple exchanges of texts with both him and Roger separately, most of them while stopped in rush hour traffic, I finally got everything lined up. I would get there first, then Roger would join us—if he could. He wasn't absolutely sure but he would try.

Straight men. Still, this one was worth the trouble.

"What underwear are you wearing today?" I texted Roger at a traffic light.

"Why?"

"I hope you have those blue ones on. Andy loves guys in sexy underwear."

No reply. I decided not to push it. I was almost at the turnoff for Andy's house, which was in a far north suburb. I concentrated on driving the rest of the way without rear ending someone in front of me.

At last I stopped and parked in front of his modest house in a newish subdivision. I felt the familiar tingle of excitement rise in me as I walked up to the front steps. As always I rang the front doorbell to let him know I was there before walking in.

I stepped into a small front room, dimly lit by one lamp, that Andy had turned into an office/library. One doorway led into the rest of the house, which I had never seen. Andy had removed the door that had originally been hung there. His home glory hole consisted of a sturdy temporary wall, not quite as tall as the doorway itself, cut to fit snugly into the opening and fastened to the sides of the door frame. The glory hole cut into the center of the wall was shaped like a tall oval to accommodate guys of varying heights. At the top Andy had fastened two cabinet handles, turned so that someone at the glory hole could stretch his arms above his head and grab on to them. I had found out the first time I tried them that the sensation of being spread eagled and fully exposed while your cock was being sucked by an unseen mouth on the other side of the hole was a mind-blowing sensation. It was that kind of experience that I wanted Roger to have today. I could only hope he wouldn't chicken out.

I stripped down to a red jockstrap that I usually wore on these visits and left the rest of my clothes on the chair that Andy thoughtfully provided. His concern for his guests was almost comical. Beside the chair he had placed some hand towels and wipes on a nearby desk so his visitors could clean themselves up afterward. He had anonymous sexual service down to an art. The only thing missing was free coffee.

As I finished undressing I heard movement from behind the partition. "Hey, man," Andy said. His voice was soft and pleasant. "How are you doing?"

"Good," I replied. "About to be even better, I hope."

He chuckled. "Hoping the same. Been looking forward to tasting your cock again."

Dressed only in my jock I moved toward the hole, my cock straining inside the elastic pouch. I paused in front of the hole so Andy could see what I was wearing. Through the hole I could see him kneeling, ready and waiting.

"Oh man, I love your jockstrap," he said, poking his finger through the hole and tickling my cock through the fabric. "Let me taste that pouch."

This was part of Andy's ritual and I obliged, stepping closer and pressing my crotch, still covered, against the hole. I felt his hot breath tickling my skin, then his lips grasping my shaft through the fabric, caressing the shaft and head of my dick, which grew rock hard in response.

We kept up this foreplay for a few moments as my breathing quickened and deepened. The stretched pouch of my jock grew wet with my precum and his spit. Finally I couldn't take the teasing any more, and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my strap. Slowly I drew it down my thighs until my erect cock popped out of the confining fabric of the pouch and jutted through the hole in all its proud, straining glory.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Andy whispered, but even then he didn't take it into his mouth all at once. Instead he continued to tease me, blowing on my organ, tickling the head with the tip of his tongue, taking the shaft gently with his lips and wetting it gradually, then moving slowly up and down until I was frantic with need.

"Suck it now," I pleaded.

He chuckled. "You got it," he replied, and all of a sudden took me all the way in, his lips pressed against my pubes. I threw back my head with a shouted "Oh yeah!" I broke away just long enough to peel my jockstrap off. Now totally naked, I grabbed the overhead handles.

Andy, as usual, had brought his A game. He varied the pressure and the pace of his sucking, sometimes taking me down to the root and massaging the head of my cock with his throat muscles, other times keeping only the head in his mouth and gently rolling his tongue around it and into my piss slit, lapping up the precum. Between these he'd blow me with steady strokes, stopping only when my thrusting, moaning body told him I was getting close to cumming.

After a few minutes of this I was a whimpering basket case, totally at his mercy, my legs turning rubbery, only my hands on the overhead grips keeping me from collapsing in a heap on the floor. Despite the air conditioning I was sweating. I heard myself begging him to let me cum, then begging him not to let me cum, not just yet.

Just as I felt as if I couldn't take one second more of this sweet torture I heard a knock on the front door behind me. After a second it swung open and I felt a rush of warm air on my bare backside. Still gripping the handles I looked over my shoulder at the figure silhouetted in the doorway. It was Roger. I'd totally forgotten about him.

"Shut the door," I told him. He complied, but hung back, looking at me without saying anything. I turned back to the matter at hand. Andy was so engrossed in his sucking that he hadn't heard the door open. I figured Roger might as well get a look at the experience.

I looked down and watched Andy's lips slide in and out of sight as he continued to work on my cock. I couldn't hold out much longer before I shot my load. I turned again. To my delight Roger was leaning against the door, removing his shoes. Apparently he liked what he was seeing.

"Leave your underwear on," I said to him. "My buddy's here," I told Andy.

Andy let go of my dick, gasping a little from his labors. "Cool," he said. "Is he ready?"

I looked around one more time. Roger had stripped down to his underwear, which I was tickled to see were the blue briefs I'd given him. I gestured as I stepped away from the glory hole. "Your turn, man. C'mon."

He still looked a bit nervous but obediently stepped up and stood in front of the hole. Andy's fingers snaked out through the opening and caressed Roger's bulge. "Nice," I heard him say. "Come closer."

Roger pressed his still covered junk through the hole so that Andy could give him the same treatment he had given me. I stood back and watched, still a bit unsure what his reaction would be. A moment later I saw his eyes close and his mouth open in a soft sigh. When Roger raised his arms and gripped the sides of the door frame I knew we had him.

Andy continued his preliminaries a while longer before I saw his fingers come through the hole again, hooking themselves under the waistband of Roger's underwear and trying to push it downward. I saw my chance. I got behind my straight buddy, put my hands under his waistband and slowly, sensually pushed his briefs down his thighs until his leaking cock sprang out, fully erect.

"Nice cock!" I heard Andy exclaim. The head of Roger's organ disappeared into his mouth as I knelt on the floor, relieving him fully of his underwear. I stood back and watched Roger get blown, enjoying the sight of my buddy's broad shoulders and muscular back, butt cheeks clenching and unclenching as he thrust into the glory hole, fucking Andy's face. Clearly he had gotten over whatever qualms he might have had about getting his cock sucked by an unseen stranger. Even better, he seemed totally cool with being watched.

His head was thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open. A faint groan issued from his throat. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"Feel good?"

He nodded, eyes still closed, totally into this novel way of getting pleasured. I decided to test the limits of his new vulnerability. I got directly behind him, pressing my erection into his buttocks, wrapping my arms around him and placing a hand on each of his meaty pectorals. To my pleased surprise his head fell back onto my shoulder as he surrendered to my embrace.

"Getting close," he said. I wanted this to last a bit longer, so I backed up and pulled him away from Andy's mouth. "Let me have a turn," I said. I knelt and took his organ, wet with precum and Andy's spit, into my own mouth. I figured Andy wouldn't mind. By now he probably needed a rest from his very generous labors. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him peering through the hole as I worked on Roger, making sure to stay right in front of the opening so Andy would get the best view.

"Suck him, man," he said. "So fucking hot."

I was happy to oblige, pulling at Roger's heavy full balls as I slid my mouth back and forth on his rod, long ropes of my spit falling from his shaft to the floor. Soon I felt Roger's hands tighten on my shoulders. He was getting close to shooting again.

"Give him back to me, man," Andy hissed urgently.

It was only fair that he should get to swallow Roger's load, since he had done most of the work. I lifted myself off, got to my feet and turned Roger toward the glory hole. Andy's eager tongue beckoned him. In a moment Roger's cock was through and his body pressed against the wall again. He did not resist when I enfolded him from behind again, enjoying the sticky heat of contact, drinking in the scent of his arousal.

I heard the delicious squishy obscene noises of Andy's lips and tongue at work below as he stepped up the pace. The muscles in Roger's forearms stood out as he gripped the handles on the wall. I felt his entire body tensing and knew it couldn't be long.

"Make as much noise as you want, buddy," I said into his ear. "He loves moaners."

By now Roger's eyes were closed and his breath was coming in quick gasps. His head fell back against my shoulder. A second he later he let out a loud "Aaah!" He grabbed onto my hands on his chest with viselike strength as his body began to twist and writhe in my arms. His teeth gritted in a snarl as he emitted a stream of strangled grunts, alternating with cries of "Fuck!" I knew he was dumping what must be an enormous load into Andy's eager mouth below, and envied my buddy.

Our naked dance at the glory hole continued for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a minute or so. Then all of a sudden Roger's body went limp against mine, catching me by surprise. With our arms still locked together we staggered backward from the hole, me fighting to keep my balance. Fortunately Roger loosened his grip before we both went over onto the floor. He stood, head hanging down, his entire body heaving with the force of his release, the last remnants of his load dribbling out of his softening cock onto the floor. At last he moved aside, still trying to collect himself. This was my chance. I stepped up to the hole and put my cock through. I hadn't cum yet, of course, and was in a fever of excitement over witnessing Roger's huge orgasm.

Andy was seriously juiced by taking Roger's cum down his throat and was more than ready for a second helping of sperm. It probably took less than a minute before I raised my head and howled, gripping the handles for dear life, as what felt like a quart of cum came rushing up from my balls and exploded out the head of my dick into Andy's hot, slippery mouth.