I was working on deadline when it happened — my laptop crashed and it wouldn’t restart. Damn, I thought, I need to get this proposal out the door tomorrow morning to a client and here it is, 2 pm.
Fighting a growing panic as I kept trying to reboot it, I remembered the computer repair shop a couple of blocks away and rushed over.
“Hi,” I said to the young guy at the counter. “I’m in a bit of a rush. My laptop crashed and it won’t restart. Would you be able to have a look this afternoon and get it fixed? I’ll pay extra.”
“Depends on what’s wrong with it,” he said. “We’ll have a look and give you a shout. There’ll be a rush fee, though. Just sign this form giving us permission to work on it. Include all your contact info.”
“No problem,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. I headed home feeling hopeful.
As the afternoon wore on and no word came, though, my anxiety started to increase. Then, just before 5 pm, my phone rang. It was the computer shop. My laptop was working, and they were going to do some more tests, but it would be ready by closing time at 6 pm.
Relief swept over me.
About 45 minutes later, I headed back to the shop. There was a different guy behind the counter, though. Older, maybe in his late 40s, a little overweight and balding. Not your typical techie, I thought. Maybe he owns the place.
“Mr. Wilcox?” he said, as I approached the counter.
“Yes,” I replied. “Here to pick up my laptop.”
“It’s working just fine now,” he said with a smile. “Let me just lock up and then we can settle the bill. Don’t want other customers coming in just at closing.”
“Great,” I said. “Thanks for getting it done so quickly. I’d ask what was wrong with it, but I probably wouldn’t understand the answer.”
“Ha, we get that a lot,” he said, as he returned to the counter.
We settled the bill, including the extra $50 rush fee. I put the laptop in my case and was about to leave when he stopped me.
“Hang on a sec,” he said. “When I was doing some tests to make sure everything worked, I was pretty thorough.”
“Okay,” I said. “Great, I’m just glad it works.”
“Well, I had a look at some of your folders and files, including your, um, photos,” he said.
I felt my face flush.
“Yep, I saw the ones of you naked on a bed, including a couple with dildos either shoved up your ass or in your mouth,” he said. “What the fuck is with that?”
“That’s an invasion of my privacy!” I cried.
“Settle the fuck down,” he said. “You signed a form allowing us to do our job. I had to, uh, ‘test’ it.”
My heart sank.
“And those bookmarked videos. Whoa, lots of videos of guys sucking and fucking by the looks of it.”
“Look, can I just go?”
“Oh, and here’s a pro tip for ya,” he said. “Don’t have a folder that says ‘passwords.’ That’s truly idiotic, though more common than you’d think. I had a look there, too. Nice of you to include the websites and user names. It seems you’re a member of a couple of gay dating sites. Quite the profiles you had, I must say. Guy like you get hit on a lot? Can’t imagine so.”
“Look, whatever,” I said. “Thanks for the advice. I need to get home and finish a project.”
“Well, now, here’s the thing, Mr. Wilcox, or can I just call you Pete?” he said, with a sneer on his face. “I put some of the photos and your contacts list on this USB stick and you’re going to do me a big favour or some of the photos get circulated. Follow me.”
“Please, man,” I cried. “I need to get home.”
He held up the USB stick, winked and walked through a door. I dropped my head and slowly followed him. We entered what appeared to be a break room, with a sink and counter, a small fridge, two chairs and a table, and a couple of easy chairs.
He sat in one of the chairs.
“I’ve never had a blowjob from a guy, but today’s your lucky day,” he said. “Think of it as extra payment for the rush job on your computer.”
“Oh, please, I can’t,” I cried. “Look, I’ve never really ever sucked a guy off.”
“What?” he said, a hint of incredulity in his voice. “What about those sites you belong to?”
“I, uh, I just look at the profiles and sometimes exchange messages, but have never actually done anything,” I said quietly.
“You fuckin’ cock tease,” he said. “I am really going to enjoy this. Now, fuckin’ strip your clothes off and crawl the fuck over here.”
I sighed, and slowly peeled off my clothes, placing them on the counter. I felt humiliated, standing naked in front of this guy. I slowly got down on all fours and crawled towards him.
“That’s it, Petey, bring that virgin little mouth to me,” he said, rising from the chair.
I got to him and looked up. He looked me straight in the eyes as he slowly undid his belt and pants, and then pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. He sat down again, and spread his knees.
“Get to it,” he ordered.
I moved closer. He smelled kind of funky, although not in an unpleasant way weirdly. I put my left hand on one thigh and took his flaccid cock in my right and leaned in. Slowly, I took his cock in my mouth. The texture was different, almost silky. Like nothing I’d experienced. Not at all like the dildos I sucked on to get my rocks off.
“Swirl your tongue around,” he said. “And don’t forget to suck. And play with my balls…gently.”
For the next couple of minutes, I continued swirling my tongue around, licking his piss slit and gently massaging his balls. In no time, he was hard as a rock. Thankfully, it wasn’t a huge cock and I could get all of it in my mouth. Like a pro.
“Looks like practicing on those dildos are paying dividends…for me,” he said with a chuckle. “Now lick the shaft and then work that tongue over my balls.”
I did as I was told. I could feel my own cock starting to stir and get hard. I was enjoying servicing this guy in this scummy little room at a computer repair shop. I felt like a slut. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and started thrusting in and out of my mouth with abandon. I grabbed his legs to hang on as he continued pounding, with spit and drool flying out of my mouth. And then I felt it: the first spray of cum hit my throat, and then another and another and another until he was empty. Instinctively, I swallowed it. It tastes good, I thought to myself. A little salty, but good.
“There, now you’re a real faggot cocksucker,” he said, pulling out. “Well, by the look of things you enjoyed it.”
My cock was still hard. I felt my face redden again.
“Why don’t you go home and jerk off, Petey,” he said, with a chuckle. “Maybe shove something up your ass, too.”
I got dressed and grabbed my laptop. We walked to the front door and he unlocked it. I headed home as quickly as I could.
The next three hours were spent finalizing the proposal. And then I crawled into bed and jerked off into a sock, reliving my unexpected encounter, before falling asleep.
Two days later, my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number. I thought it might be a scammer and almost didn’t answer. But I did.
“Hello,” I said tentatively.
“Hello, Petey. I think you probably know who this is.”
“Yes,” I said, though I actually didn’t know his name.
“We have a special on this month,” he said. “I’ll be over tonight at your place around 7 pm so I can check on your computer, make sure everything is still running okay.”
“No, it’s working just fine,” I said. “Please, just leave me alone.”
“Now, Petey, did you forget about the USB stick?” he asked in an annoying sing-song voice.
Fuck, I thought. In the whirl of events two days ago, I had forgotten to ask for it.
“I’ll make sure everything is okay and give you the stick,” he said, chortling to himself. “See you at 7. No need to give me your address. It’s in our records now.”
On the dot, he showed up. I buzzed him up to my condo and opened the door. I heard the elevator doors open, and out he came striding towards my door.
“Petey!” he bellowed, as he arrived at my door. “How the fuck are you, man?”
“Keep it down,” I hissed, pulling him in and shutting the door.
“Nice place you got here,” he said, as kicked off his shoes, and walked past the kitchen and into the living area, stopping to look in my bedroom.
“Oh, that must be where nothing much happens, except in front of your camera in your little fantasyland! Nice place ya got, though.”
He sat on the couch like he owned the place.
“Aren’t you gonna offer me a drink?” he said. “I like scotch. A double with one ice cube if you’ve got it. Otherwise, you’ll have to head to the liquor store.”
“No, I’ve got scotch,” I replied. I poured him a drink and brought it to him.
He took a sip, and said, “Ahh, that’s good scotch. Now, get your fuckin’ clothes off.”
Again, I did as ordered. Thank goodness, I’d had the presence of mind to draw the blinds before he came. I stood there, naked in front of him again. He looked me up and down.
“Not much to look at, I must say,” he said. “What are you, late 50s, early 60s? I gather there’s no Mrs. Petey or any women in your life, are there?”
I didn’t say anything. I just wanted to get it over with and get the USB stick. He stood up and walked into my bedroom. I followed. He told me to undress him.
He was at least six inches taller than me and I could feel his hot breath as I untucked and unbuttoned his shirt. When I finished, he put his drink down, and pulled his shirt off and threw it on the chair. He picked up his drink and took another sip.
I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and lifted his left foot. I took his sock off, and he did the same with his right foot. Then he climbed onto the bed, leaned up against the headboard, spread his leg and patted the mattress.
“You know what to do,” he said.
I climbed up between his legs, leaned in and took his cock in my mouth again. I started swirling my tongue and sucking, like he had instructed at the shop. I used one hand to massage his balls. He started getting hard as I continued working on his cock.
“Tweak my nipples,” he ordered.
I placed one hand on his thigh for balance and used the other to gently twist his nipples, going back and forth. He continued sipping on his drink, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Rub my chest.”
I did as told, gently rubbing my hand around. In no time, he was hard. He put the drink on the nightstand and pushed me aside, and climbed off the bed.
“Get on your stomach,” he ordered, standing over me.
“Wait, what? No fucking way!”
He slapped my face and pushed me face down on my bed. He climbed back on the bed and got on top of me, pinning me down. He started rubbing his hard cock along my ass crack.
“I am going to take that virgin ass of yours,” he said quietly. “You know you want it. Those pictures tell it all. Those videos tell it all. And I saw how hard your cock was when you were sucking mine. Tell me to fuck you. No wait, beg me to fuck you.”
My face was still stinging, and this guy was bigger than me. Given the situation, I just didn’t want it to get worse.
“Please fuck me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“What? I can’t hear you. What did you say?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, a little louder. “Please fuck me.”
He moved back slightly and spit on my ass a few times. Then he settled back down on top of me, rubbing his cock up and down my crack again. Then he rose slightly, and I felt it at my entrance. He slowly began putting it in. As it passed my prostrate, my body shivered with pleasure. I moaned instinctively.
“I knew it,” he said. “You’re a little bottom bitch, aren’t you? Maybe you won’t be such a cock tease anymore.”
He pushed until he was all the way in, filling me up. It felt better than any dildo. I could feel his heat. He began fucking me, slowly, and I started moaning again. My cock was also now hard. He put his left arm across my neck and picked up the pace. He then shoved his right hand underneath me and twisted my right nipple. I yelped. He kept fucking me, in and out.
“Fuck, bitch, you are tighter than any cunt I’ve ever fucked. You are going to take my seed up your fucking virgin ass!”
He then raised himself above me, bracing himself with his arms on either side of me. He grunted loudly and gave a final thrust. I felt his warm cum spurting up my ass. He collapsed on me. He was sweating now, and I could feel it dripping onto me.
He lay on top of me for a while, as his cock begin to soften. Finally, he pulled out and rolled over on his back.
“Fuck, that was so good, it’d almost make me start playing for the other team,” he said, with a laugh. “Almost, though. I prefer cunts. Mind if I use your shower?”
He got off the bed and went into the bathroom without waiting for an answer.
I just lay there on my stomach, not moving. In the course of a few days and I had sucked a real cock and been fucked. And I liked it. I liked a bigger man taking control. I rolled over onto my back and started stroking myself as I felt cum start to leak out of my ass. In no time, I exploded, coming all over my stomach and chest. I closed my eyes. I was spent.
The moment was broken when he returned, still drying himself off. He looked down at me with a self-satisfied smile. He got dressed quickly and just as he was leaving said: “I’ll leave the USB stick on the kitchen counter. Don’t think I’ll need it anymore.”
And with that, he left.