Text me ASAP telling me how much you love my cock, Master DerrylI
read the brief note a dozen times before typing in the number after his name. I wondered if I didn’t text back would he really do anything with his evidence. I couldn’t change it. Thus, I replied to his order, although in reality, the image of his big cock still in my head, my mouth with the lingering aftertaste of his seed…I would have done it anyways…the threat of blackmail was just a nice excuse to justify to my slowly crumbling moral side that I had no choice. So I declared my dedication to him as his cocksucker hoping I would soon again be allowed to service him.
Master Darryll
I can’t believe I am saying this but I can’t stop thinking of your cock. Its girth, length and beauty are forever imprinted in my mind. I loved being on my knees, I loved your cock in my mouth and I loved the small amount of cum I tasted (wishing I could have swallowed it all).
Thank you for seeing through my façade of straightness and making me a cocksucker for life.
I clicked send and immediately gasped at what I had written. Although it felt true, I already wanted to feel his cock in my mouth again, I couldn’t believe I had written such a declaration. Yet, more evidence of my gay transgression.
Like a girl waiting by the phone for the guy to call, I waited in my car for a response. After a few minutes, as I replayed my submission in my mind, my cock getting hard again, I decided to drive home.
I noticed, as I began driving, that his Mercedes was still in the parking lot and wondered how he planned to get back to pick it up.
A text came back but there was no word response, just a picture of his fully erect cock. Like Pavlov’s dog theory, my mouth instantly watered and my cock instantly began to grow. I couldn’t believe how much one man, one cock, one accidental moment could change everything. I chuckled to myself, I had become an accidental cocksucker.
It wasn’t until a week later, a week riddled with anxiety at why he hadn’t texted me (was I not good enough of a cocksucker?), that I saw him again, even though I stopped every day at the truck stop.
I was grading papers in my office, half an hour before I was to lecture, when I heard his deep voice, “Hi, Professor Dick.”
I looked up, my cock instantly hardening, my face instantly reddening, my mouth constantly watering, as I stammered, “H-h-hi.”
What happened next and how my journey to complete cocksucker to not onlyDarryll but many other black men, a few white men and a she-male, is a whole other story…or stories, truth be told.
The end…