Chapter 2

As I arrived he said, “I like your attitude, Tad.” The bastard caressed my face like I was a girl, or a kitten. “You have a sexy body too.” Having said that, with me on hands and knees, he hugged my head to his abdomen with strong arms as he ran one hand down my side then under me to touch my impotent dick.

As soon as he squeezed it my unfaithful member betrayed me by responding to his fondling. “I knew you would like me, Tad. I like you too.” His other hand roamed further afield, “I love the feel of your cock in my hand. And your buns are so smooth and hairless.” He made me feel handsome.

I didn’t think a man like him could admire my smaller penis, but it was obvious that he was passionately enjoying my dick with his rough fingers. More than that, this big manly stud was lusting over my thin frame in a way no woman ever had. My nervous tension left me and I relaxed just a little, sinking into his muscular embrace.

Pleasantly held, but nevertheless trapped there in his arms, I felt the heat from his big cock as it firmed up, pressing into my chest. It liked me too. Then it grew until it was stabbing the underside of my jaw. I sensed the length of it spanning from my neck to where his molten balls touched my sternum. How big would it have to be to cross that distance?

It was just curiosity that compelled me to see it. Then again, somehow I NEEDED to stare at it in all its imagined magnificence. But I couldn’t move or I would lose the feeling of his hands exploring wherever they went. His hands liked me and should never stop massaging my cock and balls or reaching into hidden and private places.

Clay was touching my body for his enjoyment the same way I relished in Poppie’s for mine – and I actually liked being the object of another person’s lust for a change. As a participant in that experience it felt important that I should drive his lust higher. But how?

I lifted my hands, which had been lightly supporting me on the floor, and hugged his torso. I don’t know why that felt like the right thing to do but it must’ve been wrong since he didn’t respond at all. Next, I tentatively pulled one hand back so I could gingerly place it on his impressive balls. Clay encouraged me with a short moan.

So I gave in to the urges and used both hands to enthusiastically rub those big nuts. He really showed his appreciation with animalistic vocalizations. But then he leaned back in his chair, abandoning my naked body to the cold air of the room.

Suddenly, before me a towering monolithic obelisk jutted straight up toward the ceiling taking my breath away. Huge and foreboding it obscured my vision to the point that I saw nothing else.

I sat back on my haunches, gawking openmouthed and unable to say a word. Long seconds passed until the pillar fell over, bonking me on the nose. Well, in reality Clay had clubbed me with it. “Dude, wake up. I’ve been calling your name for a minute. I’ve never seen anyone, man or woman, so under my cockspell. Now come to your senses, it’s time to show me what you can do.”

I didn’t really hear the words. Dazed, I just nodded. Some more time went by. “Tad, Tad, look at me.” I tore my gaze away to look in his steel blue eyes. His voice was gentle, “Baby, it’s time.”

Why did it thrill me to be called by such a feminine pet name? Why did his beastly cock no longer scare me? How did I forget my lady one flight of stairs below?

I glanced from his face to the thick appendage with the criss-cross roadmap of bulging veins “It’ll never fit.”

“It always fits. It bends and so will you.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself.”

“Maybe just a handjob?”

“Now would that satisfy my needs? Or would I just have to search for true relief somewhere else?”

Beaten, I bowed to the task of submitting to this man to save my wife. That’s what I told myself. I dove in, inhaling deeply to absorb any masculine odors I might discover. It may have smelled faintly of soap but I just knew those hidden magic chemicals must have been filling my lungs with each inhalation. And they touched me – inside somewhere.

Gently Clay guided my head so my lips would touch the very base of his giant pole. If I had been asked just yesterday I would have said it was a wholly gross act. Yet my lips glid along the remarkably soft flesh easily. His voice was just as tender as before, “That’s right, Tad. You’re doing so well. Keep it up. Now ever so lightly let your lips trace their way up to my crown.” With unyielding hands he moved my lips up the side and when the ridge of his mushroom made first contact he started moving me back down.

He knew my thoughts, “Don’t be disappointed, Tad. You’ll get your first taste soon enough.” Then cryptically, he asked, “What will it do to you, Tad?”

After that he pushed my lips all over his sack, rolling them around and mashing them into my face but always complimenting me on my skills even though it was him doing all the work. Surely they were moist from the shower and no other reason.

He brought me up to the frenulum then stopped there, frozen in time, “Tad?”

I replied, “What, Clay?” And mouthing the words made my lips caress that special spot.

“Give it a kiss when you’re ready.”

I didn’t want to do it: to admit it. I was afraid to let my tongue out. But I couldn’t bear to stay still with only the tiniest of contact between the grand sexual organ and me.

So I gave it a little peck. Really, my lips barely moved.

“Oh, Tad. Any second now you’re going to become a beautiful man. That’s what it’s going to do to you – transform you. Into my kind of man.” I felt like Clay knew more about being a man than anyone I’d ever met.

He made it sound so appealing. With a puckering sound I kissed the gnarly tube yet again, a little more assertively this time as if to confess that the first kiss was no accident. I was ready to become his kind of man. Anyhow, being any kind of man would be better than being the person who always lost the girl.

Clay sat up straighter in his chair while repositioning the angle of his cock and my head. I was looking down at the big knob which was now ready to plunge into my mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest. I bet Clay felt my heartbeat on his legs too. A single drop of fluid appeared as I watched and suddenly I panicked. I was on the wrong end of a poison spear and needed to escape.

I squirmed and twisted away as I pushed against Clay’s thighs. I think the only reason I got away was because he let me. I fell back, landing on my ass, naked balls and embarrassing erection fully revealed to the eyes of this man with the much better equipment.

I covered my groin, still unable to remove my eyes from his. But his voice addressed me calmly, “You have sexy lips, Tad. I like ’em full and plump like yours. In fact, you both have plump lips. So does the woman down in the apartment at the end of the hall. But she’s too needy. Always wanting to cuddle after she blows me. And she gets her feelings hurt if I just rush her out the door. It’s because she lives alone.”

He’d lived here barely a week. Was there anyone he wouldn’t use?

“But you don’t live alone. You and Poppy have each other to run back to after sucking me off.”

I was horrified. “You didn’t? So she…?”

“Naw. She hasn’t been up here yet. I ran into her in the laundry room once. But you’re right here, right now. Why don’t you pick up where you left off?”

I was relieved until I thought about how secluded the laundry room was. What did they talk about? What had he been wearing? Was that the day she’d surprised me with a randy interlude the moment I’d come home? My only hope was to sate his lust and follow through on our agreement. Once I finished here he would leave us alone.

Clay sounded angry, “Tad! Wake up! Now get over here and finish what you started?” I didn’t want to antagonize him.

I scrambled back up on my hands and knees with my excited dick bouncing below me. But also, Clay climbed off the chair to kneel upright before me with his turgid member once again poised to ravage me. Calloused hands grasped my jaw, “No, don’t open all the way. Just let your sexy lips open a little, all natural like. I’ll do the work at first.”

The leaky tip touched me, wetting me with his juices. I was surprised at the sweetness that snuck inside. “I’m gonna push now. You just let it.”

And he did just as he promised. Clay held me still as he parted my lips with the manly tool. They separated easily spreading over the bulbous gland and I tasted more of his secretions. “Watch the teeth, Tad. Open your jaw but not your lips.”

I was confused but I tried anyway as Clay became impatient, “Close your lips, slut. Tighter.” Then he started moving the smooth goo-slicked head in and out noisily. But as soon as any more of the stiff cock tried to gain access its dryness impeded his efforts. “Haven’t you ever had a blowjob? You gotta build up some saliva to ease the way.”

I pulled off and with a loud sucking sound gathered some spit in my mouth. Clay chuckled, “Criminy! You really have never had a blowjob. You don’t get ready like you’re gonna spit a lugi. Just let it accumulate so you can work it all over with your tongue while your lips spread it down the shaft.”

He jammed the big wet head back into my mouth as far as the slick end would allow. As soon as he hit a dry patch he started giving me directions, “Remember, let the saliva gather like your mouth is watering for a delicious meal. Good. Now when I go deeper push the spit out with your tongue. OK, now spread it down with your lips.”

It was a lot to do along with all the overwhelming sensations of a cock going into my mouth for the first time. I never knew a cock would have such soft skin. Or that I would feel every bump and ridge as they passed my lips. That it would fill me so completely even when only the tip was inside, and then that more could be forced in, that my mouth would stretch to allow it.