The Ring (Pt. 3)
Kevin was all I could think about for days.
I could barely get work done in the office, certainly not at home. Any time I had free was exclusively for gay porn, and only to remember my time with him. I'd be sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner with my wife, or next to her on the couch barely listening to her talk. It was like quiet mumbling in the background. I was too busy thinking of Kevin. Thinking of him giving me some of the best head I had ever received, and him riding my cock. Riding me with more skill and enjoyment than anything I had experienced. His hole, so tight and warm, but also so goddamn inviting. Better than any pussy. And the kissing. Holy shit, the kissing. I had more passion in that time with him than I could remember. It's all I could see when I closed my eyes. All I could dream of. All I could remember. His calm but direct command that my wedding ring stay on, and how I sucked my own cum off my ring finger after he placed it from his dripping hole. I'd play with my ring, and remembered the taste.
I was so excited when Kevin got ahold of me and wanted to meet again. There was no way I was going to turn it down. He asked that I try and find a way to stay overnight. That wasn't too big a problem. I had the occasional business meeting out of town before, and while it was extremely cliche to use in this scenario, it did the job. I packed a bag for my "trip" and headed out. I made a beeline right to Kevin's front door. He opened the door with a smile said to come in. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed me and gently pushed me up against it, immediately kissing me. "Thank god!" I thought. I had been missing his lips for days, his mouth against mine, our tongues wrestling. The best kisser from any point in my life. No girl made me feel like this. As we kissed, we moved to the couch, were we fell. Our hands were all over each other. Up each other's shirts, down our pants to rub and grab each other's ass. Kevin eventually pulled his head away "We really don't need the clothes still, do we?" he said with a grin. I shook no and we began to feverishly undress. Within moments we were naked, now rolling around skin to skin, free to explore every inch of each other. We could feel our hard dicks pressing against each other. Kevin then stood up slowly. His hard cock passed right by my face, and I made a subtle motion. It was a small attempt to get my mouth on it. My lips parted just a little. It may have been obvious, I wasn't sure. He reached and gave me his hand. "Let's get more comfortable." He took me down the hall, into his bedroom, and gently pushed me to the bed before getting on top of me and returning to kissing.
He was kissing my neck, nibbling slightly on my ears, which drove me crazy. I could help but moan just a little and arch my back. He eventually rolled me over so I was on top of him, and I began to return the favor. As I got to his neck though, he slowly starting to push me down. "Kiss my body, all over my chest." My eyes lit up and I started to do what he requested. As I started moving down, I got to his nipples "suck them" he told me, and I did. Not hard, but it must have been good, because he groaned. I continued my path of kissing down his stomach. This whole time, I could feel his hard cock drag along my chest. Eventually I got down to where his cock was just below my chin. "Okay, now you're going to start learning" he said, lifting himself up on his forearms. "You're going to suck my dick." I was nervous, but also okay. I wanted his cock. I didn't really get to enjoy it last time, but I would now. "Keep moving down. Get my cock by your mouth, and open it." I did as he said. "Take your tongue and enjoy it. Nice and slow." I lift his cock and ran my tongue along his shaft. I had watched enough porn to know that technique. I also licked the top of his ball sack, where it meets the dick. He leaned back and moaned just a little bit "This is going to be great."
"Now go up to the tip, and flick it. I want there to be spit on it." I did what he said and ran my tongue up his cock to his swollen head. I could taste his cock. It was unlike anything I could describe. And I think there might have been...was it pre-cum? It was! "Now open your mouth just a little and start to take it in. And while it's a blowjob, suck a little." I opened my mouth and took him into my mouth, maybe an inch or so. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed more in. I got spots in my watering eyes and gagged, pulling back. He gave a moment before doing it again, and again I gagged. Kevin chuckled. "Does your wife suck your dick?" He held my head to where there was just a bit between my lips. I shook no, a mumbled out the same. "You're going to start doing what your wife should be doing, and doing it better." He pushed my head down again, this time holding me down as I gagged. I tried pushing against him and the bed, put he had a good hold. He finally let go and I looked up, catching my breath as drool poured out of my mouth and tears ran down my face. "Are you leaving, or staying?" he said to me, more direct than before. I thought for a second. Then I said yes, though somewhere in me I wondered if it was a good idea. "Good boy." He said before repositioning me and pushing his cock back between my lips. He puts his hands on the back of my head again. "We need to work on that gag reflex."
Again I saw stars. Again I felt his cock reach back and trigger my choking and gagging. Each time he let me go, thick wads of drool and mucus poured from my mouth. "You'll get used to it." He stepped away for a moment and told me to get off the bed and on my knees. I swung my legs off the bed, but wondered how much more I could stand of this. I was new to sucking dick, and Kevin suddenly was not the same person who rode me before. But I did want more with a man. I mean, if I learned with him, we could do so much together! I decide to do as he asked and get on my knees. He had a towel he tossed on the bed. I was hoping it was for the next time I had my spitty slime rollout of my mouth. "Start sucking, like before." I opened my mouth and slowly took an inch or two in, moving it in and out, hesitantly rubbing my tongue over it inside. Then there they were, his hands, he shoved his cock into my throat again, more forceful. So many more tears, so much gagging, and that thick spit spurting out from between my lips and his cock. One hand let go, thankfully, reducing some of the pressure. He let go, and strands of spit hung between my lips and his dick. As I looked up, there was a click sound.
"Smile!" he said, as I stared into his phone. He turned it around to show me the picture. It was impossibly perfect. Me, having just looked up for a breath, his cock pulling away with all those strands of goo. I could feel my face run white. "You married guys are all the same. I show a bit of sex with a man, ride all your cocks, and then get you right here. Right we're you need to be." He looked back at his phone, "and this is a good one. Imagine if your wife sees this!" I said there was no way. He open part of that towel and threw my phone to my knees. "Your password sucks" he smirked, before telling me my wife's number. He knew it. "You're going to as instructed, when instructed. If not, she gets this picture. Now grab my cock." I took it, shaking in terror of the situation I put myself in. "Not your right hand, your left. I want another pic, and your wedding ring will be in it. I did what he said, and he took another shot.
"We've got all night, right?" Kevin said to me. "Excellent, because we really need to work on your throat." We opened that towel up fully and there were what looked like leather cuffs and what I had seen watching porn before. It was a mouth ring. He was going to make sure I couldn't push away. "Your throat is mine tonight, so open wide."
I could feel the strap tighten around my head, the ring held my mouth open, spit was already dripping out. He bound my hands behind my back with those leather cuffs. "I told you you'd learn, and now you don't really have a choice." I let out a little cry as he came up to me, put those hands on my head, and started to fuck my throat. I gagged and cried. There was no stopping it. And there was no stopping the pictures he kept taking. There was truly no going back.
And the night had only just started.
Fuck.
I could barely get work done in the office, certainly not at home. Any time I had free was exclusively for gay porn, and only to remember my time with him. I'd be sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner with my wife, or next to her on the couch barely listening to her talk. It was like quiet mumbling in the background. I was too busy thinking of Kevin. Thinking of him giving me some of the best head I had ever received, and him riding my cock. Riding me with more skill and enjoyment than anything I had experienced. His hole, so tight and warm, but also so goddamn inviting. Better than any pussy. And the kissing. Holy shit, the kissing. I had more passion in that time with him than I could remember. It's all I could see when I closed my eyes. All I could dream of. All I could remember. His calm but direct command that my wedding ring stay on, and how I sucked my own cum off my ring finger after he placed it from his dripping hole. I'd play with my ring, and remembered the taste.
I was so excited when Kevin got ahold of me and wanted to meet again. There was no way I was going to turn it down. He asked that I try and find a way to stay overnight. That wasn't too big a problem. I had the occasional business meeting out of town before, and while it was extremely cliche to use in this scenario, it did the job. I packed a bag for my "trip" and headed out. I made a beeline right to Kevin's front door. He opened the door with a smile said to come in. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed me and gently pushed me up against it, immediately kissing me. "Thank god!" I thought. I had been missing his lips for days, his mouth against mine, our tongues wrestling. The best kisser from any point in my life. No girl made me feel like this. As we kissed, we moved to the couch, were we fell. Our hands were all over each other. Up each other's shirts, down our pants to rub and grab each other's ass. Kevin eventually pulled his head away "We really don't need the clothes still, do we?" he said with a grin. I shook no and we began to feverishly undress. Within moments we were naked, now rolling around skin to skin, free to explore every inch of each other. We could feel our hard dicks pressing against each other. Kevin then stood up slowly. His hard cock passed right by my face, and I made a subtle motion. It was a small attempt to get my mouth on it. My lips parted just a little. It may have been obvious, I wasn't sure. He reached and gave me his hand. "Let's get more comfortable." He took me down the hall, into his bedroom, and gently pushed me to the bed before getting on top of me and returning to kissing.
He was kissing my neck, nibbling slightly on my ears, which drove me crazy. I could help but moan just a little and arch my back. He eventually rolled me over so I was on top of him, and I began to return the favor. As I got to his neck though, he slowly starting to push me down. "Kiss my body, all over my chest." My eyes lit up and I started to do what he requested. As I started moving down, I got to his nipples "suck them" he told me, and I did. Not hard, but it must have been good, because he groaned. I continued my path of kissing down his stomach. This whole time, I could feel his hard cock drag along my chest. Eventually I got down to where his cock was just below my chin. "Okay, now you're going to start learning" he said, lifting himself up on his forearms. "You're going to suck my dick." I was nervous, but also okay. I wanted his cock. I didn't really get to enjoy it last time, but I would now. "Keep moving down. Get my cock by your mouth, and open it." I did as he said. "Take your tongue and enjoy it. Nice and slow." I lift his cock and ran my tongue along his shaft. I had watched enough porn to know that technique. I also licked the top of his ball sack, where it meets the dick. He leaned back and moaned just a little bit "This is going to be great."
"Now go up to the tip, and flick it. I want there to be spit on it." I did what he said and ran my tongue up his cock to his swollen head. I could taste his cock. It was unlike anything I could describe. And I think there might have been...was it pre-cum? It was! "Now open your mouth just a little and start to take it in. And while it's a blowjob, suck a little." I opened my mouth and took him into my mouth, maybe an inch or so. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed more in. I got spots in my watering eyes and gagged, pulling back. He gave a moment before doing it again, and again I gagged. Kevin chuckled. "Does your wife suck your dick?" He held my head to where there was just a bit between my lips. I shook no, a mumbled out the same. "You're going to start doing what your wife should be doing, and doing it better." He pushed my head down again, this time holding me down as I gagged. I tried pushing against him and the bed, put he had a good hold. He finally let go and I looked up, catching my breath as drool poured out of my mouth and tears ran down my face. "Are you leaving, or staying?" he said to me, more direct than before. I thought for a second. Then I said yes, though somewhere in me I wondered if it was a good idea. "Good boy." He said before repositioning me and pushing his cock back between my lips. He puts his hands on the back of my head again. "We need to work on that gag reflex."
Again I saw stars. Again I felt his cock reach back and trigger my choking and gagging. Each time he let me go, thick wads of drool and mucus poured from my mouth. "You'll get used to it." He stepped away for a moment and told me to get off the bed and on my knees. I swung my legs off the bed, but wondered how much more I could stand of this. I was new to sucking dick, and Kevin suddenly was not the same person who rode me before. But I did want more with a man. I mean, if I learned with him, we could do so much together! I decide to do as he asked and get on my knees. He had a towel he tossed on the bed. I was hoping it was for the next time I had my spitty slime rollout of my mouth. "Start sucking, like before." I opened my mouth and slowly took an inch or two in, moving it in and out, hesitantly rubbing my tongue over it inside. Then there they were, his hands, he shoved his cock into my throat again, more forceful. So many more tears, so much gagging, and that thick spit spurting out from between my lips and his cock. One hand let go, thankfully, reducing some of the pressure. He let go, and strands of spit hung between my lips and his dick. As I looked up, there was a click sound.
"Smile!" he said, as I stared into his phone. He turned it around to show me the picture. It was impossibly perfect. Me, having just looked up for a breath, his cock pulling away with all those strands of goo. I could feel my face run white. "You married guys are all the same. I show a bit of sex with a man, ride all your cocks, and then get you right here. Right we're you need to be." He looked back at his phone, "and this is a good one. Imagine if your wife sees this!" I said there was no way. He open part of that towel and threw my phone to my knees. "Your password sucks" he smirked, before telling me my wife's number. He knew it. "You're going to as instructed, when instructed. If not, she gets this picture. Now grab my cock." I took it, shaking in terror of the situation I put myself in. "Not your right hand, your left. I want another pic, and your wedding ring will be in it. I did what he said, and he took another shot.
"We've got all night, right?" Kevin said to me. "Excellent, because we really need to work on your throat." We opened that towel up fully and there were what looked like leather cuffs and what I had seen watching porn before. It was a mouth ring. He was going to make sure I couldn't push away. "Your throat is mine tonight, so open wide."
I could feel the strap tighten around my head, the ring held my mouth open, spit was already dripping out. He bound my hands behind my back with those leather cuffs. "I told you you'd learn, and now you don't really have a choice." I let out a little cry as he came up to me, put those hands on my head, and started to fuck my throat. I gagged and cried. There was no stopping it. And there was no stopping the pictures he kept taking. There was truly no going back.
And the night had only just started.
Fuck.
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