Thanks to everyone who continues to read my story. If you have tried to pm me recently, I have had to change my email address as I managed to lock myself out of my old one. My apologies if I haven't responded, but at least you know why. This short chapter doesn't have a lot of sexual content. It's more of a build up.
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The walk home from Cecil's house seemed to fly by. I was trying to come to terms that I'd just sucked off a 71 year old man. Not just sucked him either. He had used my head on his girth like a bouncing ball. I realised that despite his gentle and caring nature, he was probably as dominant as Phillip, but in a different way. I had to adjust my jeans as my erection began to feel uncomfortable, especially because I could still feel the wetness of his huge tongue in my anus. His words fluttered in my head. Had I really heard him tell me he was going to fuck me on Monday?
I was sure he had said it, but the whole experience with him had felt like a dream. Only made real by the dried cum that I could still feel on my belly and chest, along with the taste of his penis and cum in my mouth. It reminded me that I had now sucked 4 different cocks in as many weeks. I should have felt disgusted with myself surely? Normal people don't do that do they?
If I was a girl I'd be called a slag or a slut for what I was doing. I should have felt some sort of shame, but I didn't. I shouldn't feel bad for doing something I enjoyed should I? I wasn't hurting anyone and everyone I'd met had enjoyed it too.
In just a few short weeks I'd gone from a normal heterosexual lad who masturbated 3 or so times a week, to a bisexual cocksucking slut who was masturbating up to 5 times a day! God, I'd even created a "special" masturbation routine for when someone or something had excited me more than usual. That along with practicing my hands free technique.
Yes it had to be said. I was a slut and I would have to come to terms with it.
When I arrived home I only had a couple of hours or so before I had to set off for work. It didn't stop me using my newly found masturbation technique to spray my own face and mouth with my cum though. After showering and doing a few chores I left for work.
Phillip seemed to be in a good mood that day and asked me shortly after I arrived if I still wanted to chat. He apologised for not being able to the previous day. I told him I did, so he told me to go straight upstairs once I'd closed up later.
It wouldn't be the same conversation I'd anticipated but I could at least talk to him about Cecil, what I'd been doing at the pool, the creepy guy and there was still Carol to consider. I decided not to tell him about Lewis. I wasn't sure if he'd spoken to Phillip and I didn't want to overstep the mark. In fact, I had quite a lot to talk about really.
The shift passed without anything out of the ordinary happening. Even Phillip seemed to stay away from the shop. It was quite a boring evening, but at least I had time to reflect on things, my erection coming and going as the thoughts flowed.
As I locked the shop at closing time, my erection returned as I began to think about what I was going to tell Phillip. I hoped he would be as turned on to hear what I'd been doing as I was. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in glass of the front door. There was nothing in what I saw that gave away what I had become. Just an ordinary looking young man. I certainly couldn't see anything special or even sexy, but there was no denying the fact that the men I'd met wanted to push their erections into my mouth. Maybe it was because I looked so ordinary that attracted them.
By the time I reached the top of stairs and started to walk towards Phillip's living room I was solid and leaking.
Phillip was seated behind his desk, my file was open in front of him and he looked up as he put his pen down. My erection strained in my trousers. The knowledge that he had been making further entries turned me on so much. His eyes were immediately drawn to my crotch and he smiled.
"So David," he began as he leaned back in his chair. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"
This was unusual. When I'd wanted to talk to him about things previously we'd always sat down on the sofa together. Standing in front if his desk had the feeling of being called to see the Headmaster at school. It made me slightly nervous for some reason and I shifted on my feet as I thought of how I should begin.
He continued to smile at my obvious erection, waiting patiently.
So I began my confession, telling him about my daily morning trips to the swimming pool. Explaining to him that I'd hoped to be seen erect in the communal changing area. Then went on to tell him about Cecil and how we'd become chatty and that he'd seen that I was erect in my trunks. Followed by him introducing me to his friend John. Then how the previous day, I'd purposely made sure Cecil had seen me naked and erect.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about yesterday," I explained.
He remained silent, waiting for me to finish.
So I continued to tell him what had happened that morning with the creepy guy and how I had leaked my precum in front of him, before giving him the details of what had happened later with Cecil.
When I finished I could see the bulge in his trousers and I could feel the damp patch on my groin.
Phillip leaned forwards and began to write in my file. "I think you should get undressed David," he told me without looking up.
