Chapter 1 – Chapter 1

I had just wrapped up my first year in college, and as I was loading up my car I reflected on one major takeaway from the year: I needed to find a summer job. Quickly. I spent the previous summer lounging by the pool and my parents had warned me about needing to earn some spending money. At the time, I didn't fully appreciate how expensive going out and partying could be. I definitely wasn't going to make that same mistake twice.

"Sterling Electronics has a Help Wanted sign in the window," my Dad suggested as I sat down to dinner on my first night home. I had driven by that store countless times and thought nothing of it. Back in its hey day it was apparently the place to go for televisions, stereos, and any other electronic devices available at the time. As the years went by and big box stores started to pop up, this locally owned shop didn't stand a chance. They still had a showroom, but they couldn't compete with the deep discounts offered by the chain outlets. They managed to eke out a meager living with their repair business. Most of the service calls were for older sets, whose heavy picture tubes were matched with even heavier cabinetry, so Sterling Electronics would try to perform the repair at the owner's house; if needed, they would return with an additional worker to haul it in to the shop.

I didn't know what I could possibly offer them, but I figured it couldn't hurt to make an inquiry. It would sure as hell beat working in a fast food restaurant, which is where most of my friends were ending up. Much to my surprise, they decided to give me a shot. The training was quick: swap out one of five electronic boards based on what wasn't working; if that didn't address the issue, bring it in to the shop. The pay wasn't going to be great, but I figured it would be enough to meet my needs. Plus my 19-year-old brain pictured me running into lonely housewives craving extra services.

A month and a half into my employment, my 19-year-old brain couldn't have been more disappointed. There were housewives, sure, and they may have been lonely, but none of them showed an interest in doing anything other than paying the invoice once my work was done. As I parked in front of my last stop for the day, I figured this visit would be more of the same. I grabbed a main board and my tool bag from the back of the van and walked up the stairs towards the small Cape Code house. The door opened before I could ring the doorbell. A man in his mid-40s stood in the open doorway. He had short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sleight build. His gym shorts and shirt fit loosely on him, so much so that he was practically swimming in them.

"Hi, Sterling Electronics," I announced, stating the painfully obvious.

"Come in, the television is over here." I followed him into the front room where a large console television sat lifeless against the wall. I put my tool bag and main board down on the carpet and picked up the remote.

"It's Collin, yes?" I asked as I pushed the power button on the remote. A wide shelving unit lined the wall adjacent to the television, and it displayed photo after photo of Collin and a woman who I assumed was his wife; she had long dark hair, pale skin, and was very curvy. Whether accurate or not, the photos showed her to be a woman who embraced those curves: her tits, hips and ass were prominently displayed in each.

"Yeah, Collin. I don't know what the deal is. It just stopped working completely a few days ago," he answered as he sat on the sofa in front of a bay window.

"No worries, I'll get you back up and running in no time." I grabbed the side of the television and dragged it away from the wall. I really hoped that this board swap out would do the trick because the television was a total beast that I didn't want to load it into the van. I grabbed a screwdriver out of my bag and knelt behind the set and started to remove the screws from the back panel. As I made my way around the set, I noticed a pile of VHS tapes scattered on the carpet between the television and the shelving unit.

It was probably a good thing that I was hidden behind the set, because I doubt I would have had much of a poker face. Splayed out next to me was a collection of porn videos. Although it initially seemed like they were haphazardly piled on the floor, I noticed they were arranged so either the entire cover or the title was on display, as if they were meant to be seen. I set the back of the television to the side and started disconnecting the leads from the board as I stared at the video boxes. "Sausage Party". "Handsome Ransom." "Feeding Frenzy." "Bride, Groom, and Best Man." "Spit-Roasted Hubby." Every one of them advertised guy-on-guy action, and the photos on the covers were making my cock hard.

"How bad is it?" Collin called out, snapping me out of my daze. Without realizing it, I had almost finished installing the new board. I connected the last few leads and reattached the back of the cabinet. I adjusted my hard-on in my shorts and moved out from behind the set.

"Hopefully, you're good to go," I said as I picked up the universal remote. I walked towards Collin as I pressed the power button for the VCR, hit play, and then turned on the television.

"…it, suck that big cock like a good boy…" a woman's voice echoed from the speaker. The picture tube eventually warmed up and came to life. A woman in a red patent leather dominatrix outfit was holding a leash; on the other end was a naked man, on his knees, his hands cuffed behind his back. His mouth was expertly working over a long black cock, the entire length surprisingly disappearing down his throat with each thrust.

"You love his cock down your throat, don't you?" she asked. All he could muster in response was a nod as the man started to thrust his hips back and forth, fucking his throat.

"Looks good," I said, being purposefully vague: was I talking about the working television, or that beautiful cock being worshiped?

"Yeah, it looks great," came Collin's equally vague response. I sat down on the couch next to him and started to write out the invoice. I may not have found a lonely housewife yet, but I may have struck gold and found a horny husband.

"That's $129.99," I said as I gave him his copy of the invoice.

"Swallow his cum for me, slut," the woman's voice said. I stared at the screen and watched the man drain his balls into the kneeling man's mouth. I didn't know which man I was more jealous of. It had been six weeks since a cock came in my mouth, so if anything I was leaning towards the man on his knees.

"Here you go." Collin handed me the check. We were both staring at the screen as the woman positioned the man on all fours before waving another cock into frame. She started to pour lube all over his head and shaft when I decided to take a chance.

"You know, this is my last stop of the day," I said as I placed my hand on his crotch, my palm resting on his erection. "I have nowhere to be if you'd like some…company."

Collin responded by placing his hand behind my head and pulling my lips to his. The video had us both too turned on to start with gentle kisses. They were sloppy and passionate, out tongues intertwining as my palm rubbed his shaft through his shorts. I pulled away just long enough so I could pull his shirt off over his head. I slipped my hand down the front of his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his slender shaft. I started to slowly stroke him, my thumb rubbing over the ridge of his cock head. I gave him a parting kiss on the lips before I traced my tongue down his chest and to his nipples. I playfully tugged on both of them with my teeth, his hands running through my hair.

My tongue made its way down his stomach to his abdomen. I flashed him a smile and pulled his shorts off. I grabbed his hips and slid him forward to the very edge of the sofa, spreading his legs wide. I lowered my head between his legs and ran my tongue across the tip of his head.

"Ohhhhh yes," he moaned, arching his hips up towards me. My tongue traced a weaving path down the underside of his head, down his shaft, continuing lower and lower…across his balls…stopping at his ass. I flicked the tip of my tongue around his opening as he gripped a cheek with each hand, spreading them for me. My tongue dove inside of his hole, exploring tentatively at first, teasing his ass with a gentle tongue fucking.

"Mmmm fuck…" he sighed as I wiggled my tongue deeper inside of him. He spread his cheeks even wider, opening himself to me. I buried my face in him, pushing my tongue in as deeply as I could, slipping it in and out of him as his balls rested on my head.

Those beautiful, smooth balls.

I pulled my tongue out of his hole and traced its way to his balls, licking them at first, then sucking them both into my mouth. My tongue continued its dance across his nut sack as I sucked them, savoring every inch of them. I popped them out of my mouth and ran my tongue back up the underside of his shaft. We made eye contact as I grabbed the base of his cock, his shaft, slick with precum, pointed to the ceiling. I maintained eye contact as I took him into my mouth, slowly lowering my lips, taking more and more of him in. He groaned as he felt the head of his cock press against the back of my throat and then down it as I deep throated him. My eyes never left his as I bobbed my head up and down, his cock filling my mouth with the salty taste of his precum. I started to move my head up and down faster as I gently worked a finger into his ass.

"Fuck yes!" he yelled as I pushed my middle finger all the way inside of him, probing deeply. He grabbed the back of my head and moved it up and down faster and faster, my finger pushing in and out. His body stiffened and he lay rigid and motionless for a moment…until he started cumming. His cock jerked and spasmed as it shot thick ropes of salty cum into my mouth. I grabbed the base of his shaft with my free hand and jerked him as he continued to pump spurt after spurt of warm, savory jizz down my throat. I swallowed hungrily, drinking his cum with the fervor of someone who happened upon an oasis in the desert. His seemingly endless supply of cum stopped pumping into my mouth, and I pulled away from him, licking some droplets of semen from my lips. I stood up in front of him and took off my shorts and boxers, my raging hard on standing at attention.

"Your turn," he smiled as he knelt in front of me. He grabbed my thick shaft with his hand and started to suck, barely placing half of my head in his mouth. Gently kissing…licking…sucking my head as his other hand massaged my balls. My instinct was to start to thrust my hips, but I resisted. I wanted his mouth and his hands to direct the action. And that direction was positively torturous! It was as if he could sense that I wanted to fuck his mouth, so he went slow, taking just a little more of my cock in his mouth as his tongue flicked side to side on the underside of my head.

I heard the sound of a car door closing; as I looked out the bay window I saw the woman in the photos walking up the stairs. She looked at us and smiled as she opened the front door. Collin didn't skip a beat; his mouth continued its slow, passionate magic on my cock.

"I see you have the television working," she said as she entered the room and looked at the screen. The video had switched to a new scene: this time it was a man in thigh-highs and heels getting spit roasted as a woman watched and pleasured herself.

The photos on the shelves didn't do her curves justice. She was voluptuous, to say the least. I stared at her as she walked over to us, Collin utterly oblivious to her presence. She positioned herself behind Collin, turning to face me. She gave a wry smile before pulling her massive breasts out of the top of her dress. She leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue sliding across my lips. I reached my hands forward and squeezed her breasts as we kissed. I pinched and tugged on her nipples as our tongues darted in and out of our mouths, all the while Collin's continued his masterful blowjob.

His wife placed her hands on my hips and started to rock hers back and forth, her pussy pushing against the back of Collin's head, forcing his mouth up and down my shaft. She thrust harder and harder, fucking me with her husband's mouth, as more and more of my cock slipped inside of him.

"Oh fuck yes…" I moaned as she moved faster and faster, making Collin gag on my dick. I couldn't hold out any longer and my cock exploded, erupting a massive amount of cum into Collin's mouth. His wife kept pumping away with her hips, forcing Collin's head up and down my shaft as my orgasm continued. The sensation was so intense that my legs grew weak and I collapsed on the couch. Collin slumped onto the edge of the couch, his head resting on my thigh. His wife stood in front of the couch, her massive tits on full display to anyone who may be outside.

"Collin, baby, get his cock hard for me," she ordered as her fingers twisted and tugged on her nipples. He didn't need to be told twice. His lips wrapped around my head and he lowered his mouth all the way down my soft shaft until his lips reached my abdomen. He slowly raised his mouth back up to my head, applying more suction than I thought humanly possible. He swirled his tongue around my head – clockwise, then counter-clockwise – before his lips made their way back down to my abdomen. My cock started to gradually come back to life in his gifted mouth. I was staring at his wife, who was sucking on her tits as she watched her husband blow me. I wasn't sure who was getting off more: me thanks to his oral skills, or her from watching him. I felt his finger play with my asshole, which was all my cock needed to jump to full attention. I wanted him to fuck my ass and make me cum, but he had completed his task. He pulled away and sat on the couch, my cock glistening with his spit.

"Mmmm…good boy, Collin!" she cooed as she lifted her dress up over her wide hips. I reached forward and ran my fingers through her thick bush and across her lips. Her pussy was so wet it was practically dripping, and her heat made my cock even harder. She looked at Collin as she straddled me and lowered herself onto my dick.

"Ooohhhh yes…fuck me, fuck me hard," she moaned as she started to hop up and down on me, her eyes locked on Collin. I grabbed her big round ass and thrust against her, plunging by cock as deep inside her as I could. She placed her hand behind my head and pulled me into her cleavage, practically smothering me with her enormous tits. The sofa bounced against the wall as we fucked harder and harder. Her body started to tremble, subtly at first, but growing to the point where her whole body was shaking.

"Oh god!!! Yes!!!!" she shouted as she started to orgasm, her pussy juices squirting and drenching my body and the sofa. I grunted as I started to cum, my balls emptying deep inside of her.

"Fuck, baby, that was amazing!" she said as she tried to catch her breath. She rolled off of me and onto the couch. She opened her legs wide and motioned for Collin to come over. He crawled between her legs and knew exactly what she wanted. I stood back and watched as Collin, on all fours, lapped up her creampie. They both started moaning as he slipped his tongue into her and let my cum pour into his mouth.

"His cum tastes so fucking good," he whispered as he swallowed my load. I was getting so turned on that I couldn't remain just a bystander. I got down on the floor and placed my hands on his ass cheeks. I spread them wide and plunged my tongue inside of him. He rocked his body back and forth, fucking my tongue. I slipped my tongue out and continued giving him a rimjob, my tongue flickering and dancing all around his hole. I was about to reach for his cock when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and his wife was smiling at me.

"There's something in the end table I think you could use," she smiled, her fingers gently running through Collin's hair. I opened the end table's drawer and found a bottle of lube. I popped open the cap and poured it on my head and shaft, using my hand to slather it all over my cock, which had grown rock hard again from eating Collin's ass. I knelt behind him and pressed the tip of my head against his hole. I rubbed it around and around, pushing just the smallest bit of my head in him. He was moaning and begging me to fuck him, but I kept holding back…teasing him by pushing in just a little deeper…then just a little deeper. I pushed the head completely in and then grabbed his hips. His wife and I smiled at each other as I thrust all the way in.

"Ughhhh fuck!!!" he groaned as my hips slapped against his ass. Collin's ass felt amazing – tight, but loose enough that it couldn't take a really good pounding. I reached a hand down and started jerking his cock, my hand slick from rubbing the lube all over my shaft. He clenched his ass, tightening it around my dick as I fucked him harder and harder.

"God, I'm going to cum!" I moaned, as Collin's sexyass brought me to my third orgasm. My balls ached as they pumped out ropes of thick, hot jizz into his ass. I jerked his cock faster and faster, craving his load. As his body started to tense up, I cupped my free hand and put it in front of his cock. His shaft throbbed as my hand caught spurt after spurt of delicious cum. I squeezed out the last drop from his dick and raised my hand to my mouth, his jizz swirling around in my palm. I opened my mouth and poured it in, gulping down his salty load. I licked my hand clean and we all sat back in the couch, completely exhausted.

Once my breathing – and heart rate – settled down, I leaned forward and took the check off the coffee table.

"This one," I said as I tore it up, "is on the house!"