Blackmail Goes Both Ways
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Blackmail Goes Both Ways
Sometimes opportunity doesn’t really knock; it just lives next door.
Like with most teen boys, my mom had been very strict on not having any girls over at the house when she wasn’t home, be it shopping, a movie, or whatever. And I could live with that. Easily.
So, I had lots of guy friends over. And it wasn’t an issue to my mom since I never seemed to get into trouble. In fact, she didn’t have a problem with any of my friends spending the night any time, even if it was a school night back then, because she knew where I was and didn’t have to worry. She was actually rather pleased that I was so popular with guys from school.
I wonder how proud she would be if she knew the real reason why I never seemed to be without a friend; I gave great head.
And I still do give great blow jobs, just not nearly as often as I used to, and far less than I’d like to, much to my disappointment. Being in college is part of the problem. See, I still live at home with my mom, not that I can’t afford to strike out on my own but because she kinda relies upon me being around and available to help take care of the place for her. So that means a local junior college for my post-secondary education.
Where that causes the problem is that I’m still very closeted for fear it would get back to my mom and really hurt her. My past friends who were happy to indulge my cock sucking hungers in the past had moved on and out of town and state to other, bigger colleges and universities. Me, I still lived in my little hometown where rumors grow faster than crabgrass in June. And that means that I have to keep a low profile.
I had considered joining a Gay and Lesbian group at the college, but I’m sure that would have gotten back to my mom before the ink was dry on the membership form. Besides, most of those kinds of groups are for mutual support and not really a resource for finding dicks to suck on.
So I relied upon few-and-far-between chance encounters to satisfy my cravings for man-meat. About my only “regular” source of dick protein arrived in the form of the gas meter guy who showed up every other month to write gas usage numbers down on paper and drain his juices down my throat.
The meter reader was a nice-looking guy named Stan. He was in his early 30s, with a shaved head and goatee. The tailored shirt of his khaki uniform made his shoulders look nice and broad, and he always wore shorts, showing off his well-muscled legs even in cool weather. I knew which day he was scheduled to arrive so I would make it a point to hang around until he showed up.
I would try to occupy myself with something around the front of the house so he wouldn’t have to knock on the door. After he arrived, I’d come out to meet him and we would exchange some idle chatter while we walked to the side of the house where the meter was. It sat on the side yard of the house where no windows looked out. We would walk around to the side gate where I would unlock it and we’d both walk in and I would lock the gate again behind us. From there we would walk back to the meter, under an awning I had set up and out of sight of any prying eyes.
Stan would slip off anything heavy from his belt and set it on the ground and then start to write down the numbers while I got on my knees in front of him and undid his belt and shorts. They fit loosely and would freely fall to his ankles once undone. He apparently made it a point not to wear and underwear on the days he was to read our meter, so once the shorts dropped, everything was there for my enjoyment.
Once she shorts fell, Stan would step out of them, spreading his stance and giving me an added thrill from being able to freely run my hands all over his legs and lower body while I fellated him. What was also nice was that Stan wasn’t just a blow-and-go kind of guy. He liked me to take my time, enjoying my sucking mouth as much as I enjoyed sucking his thick, tasty meat.
Stan’s dick would quickly become engorged once the shorts were off, but I loved taking his delicious tool in my mouth as soon as possible so I could feel it harden as I started to suck on it. I loved feeling it expand to fullness, the head growing against my tongue like an inflating balloon. Once Stan was rock hard, I would stop sucking his sweet cock long enough to suck his heavy balls one by one, rolling them in my mouth like hard candy while he stroked my hair.
Then I would again take his straining member into my mouth and grab his ass cheeks like huge, thick handles, using his muscular glutes to pull his cock into my mouth, forcing him to fuck my face like the whore I was for his dick. I sucked like an efficient cock-draining machine, pulling him and his massive staff into my mouth while I drove my head towards him, trying hard to force him down my throat.
I would soon feel his body tremble in my hands, literally vibrating with sexual excitement as I drew him closer and closer to climax with each forced thrust into my hungry mouth. My own heart would begin racing as the heat in Stan’s loins built up until his knees started to give and his semen would let loose into the very back of my waiting throat. I’d learned early to not gag but to swallow every delicious drop he, or anyone else, could muster up for my sucking mouth. I’d continue to suck Stan after he came until he was as clean of leftover cum as possible before I’d help him pull his shorts up and we’d both leave the side yard satisfied.
The most recent opportunity to suck off Stan the Meter Man was only a week ago, but I was yearning for the feel of a dick in my throat just has badly as if it had been a month since my last experience. The thought of waiting another seven weeks or so for an oral semen injection was downright depressing.
I was sitting on the porch with my mom late one evening when she decided to go in and go to bed. I was sitting in the deepening darkness when our neighbor kid Richard wandered over. I was only 2 years older than he, but I still thought of him as a “kid”. I’d watched Richard grow up over the years, a reasonably nice boy who had just graduated from high school, all full of himself and ready to take on the world now that he was “officially” an adult. He had a medium build, not muscular but not skinny, with a shock of blond hair and fair skin sprinkled with pale freckles that made an appearance in conjunction with sunburns and suntans.
“Hey, Donny,” he called out as he approached.
“Hey, Rich,” I answered in kind. “What’s up?”
“Is your mom up?” he asked.
“No, she just went inside to go to bed early.”
Rich nodded, looking around like he was a little nervous.
“Something on your mind?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah,” he answered, hands stuffed in his pockets and shuffling his feet. “I, uh, didn’t want to alarm your mom, but I think I smell gas on the side of your house.”
I stood up quickly. “How bad?”
“Oh, not bad,” Richard replied, hands up in a calming gesture. “But, uh, you might want to check it out.”
I stepped down from the porch and fished in my pocket for the key as I walked over to the side gate with Richard in tow. “I don’t smell any gas,” I said as I opened the gate.
We walked through the gate and into the side yard. I was sniffing hard, drawing air as deep as I could through my nose to see if I could smell even the smallest sample of gas as I walked over to the meter.
“I don’t smell anything,” I said again to Richard as he stepped up near me.
“Do you think we can we be seen here?” he asked conspiratorially, his face nearly in mine.
“No -- what’s up, Rich?” I asked with an attitude that hovered somewhere between fear and pissed off.
“I know,” Richard replied in a low whisper.
“Know what?” I hissed back.
“You and the meter guy,” he said smugly. “I know you like tube steak.”
Man, my heart stopped. It was dark and I couldn’t see much of anything but I looked around my little thrown-together sex den trying to find some weakness, some place I had not yet found that needed to be sealed to protect my secret. A secret that was apparently now out. I felt deflated, scared.
“And?” I ventured cautiously, looking at Richard as best I could in the darkness and trying to size up where he was going with this.
“I want in on your action,” Richard answered. “I think I’d like some of that done on me. Maybe have you suck me whenever I want, you know?”
His Gangsta act was almost comical. For a few moments I had visions of blackmail, of some evil plot. Now it was looking like I was just dealing with a horny 18 year-old who thought he could call the shots. Still, I wasn’t sure if Richard was going to keep things quiet whichever way this encounter might pan out.
“And if I say no?” I asked.
“Then I might have to share your little gay secret, I reckon,” answered the smug-acting boy.
“I see.”
“You are gay, aren’t ya?” Richard asked flatly.
“I dunno,” I said sarcastically, “let’s think this out. I don’t date girls and I suck dicks. Do the math, Rich.”
“Oh… yeah,” Richard said in a low voice, as if he actually had to work on processing the thought. “I guess.”
“Drop ‘em.” I growled.
“What?”
“Your pants, you friggin’ moron,” I said. “If you’ve tried to back me into a wall to get a blow job, then you’d better get that thing out so I can suck it.”
Richard started to fumble around in the dark trying to get his belt and pants undone. He was in such an excited hurry that nothing was really getting accomplished. I went to my knees and pushed Richard’s hands away and calmly undid everything for him. I worked his pants down his legs to his knees. As I slid my hands back up his exposed legs I could feel goose pimples rise all over the skin of his thighs.
“You’re really gonna do this?” asked Richard. Now he was the one who was nervous.
I took hold of the waistband of his briefs and pulled those down his legs until they joined his pants at his knees. I slid my hands up Richard’s thighs once more, but made the journey with my fingers on the softer, more sensitive flesh on the inside of his legs. I quickly had him shivering all over.
“You thinking of changing your mind?” I asked as my hands reached Richard’s testicles and cupped them. His nervousness had his scrotum drawn up tight.
“Uh… no,” replied Richard weakly.
“You gonna tell me how you found out that I like to suck dick?” I asked as I massaged Richard’s ball sack until it started to loosen.
“I, uh, saw you,” he said.
“Uh, huh,” I said in return as I grasped Richard’s prick with one of my hands while still working on his testicles. “Saw me how?”
“Oh, wow,” Richard moaned softly. “There’s a gap in the fence… by the shrub.”
“Go on,” I prompted as I started to flick my tongue on the head of Richard’s growing member, tasting his salty pre-cum that was already oozing from the slit.
“Jesus,” Richard sighed, trying to find the strength to think while I teased his hardened tool. “It was by accident. It’ll be easy to fix.”
“Good,” I answered softly, and then I opened my mouth wide and took Richard’s young dick all the way into my mouth, immediately making him shake all over as if an earthquake had suddenly struck.
“Holy fuck,” Richard groaned. “Oh, fuck.”
I figured that this was likely the first real blow job Richard had ever received, so I decided that I had better go slow on him or it’d be over before either of us were ready. I didn’t stroke his member with my mouth. Instead, I remained still and mentally pictured him as I felt out his penis as it rested in my mouth.
Richard’s dick was not too thick, and with my lips all the way to his pubes I guessed it was probably only about six inches in length, tops. The head was angled sharply and was slightly smaller than the shaft. He smelled recently bathed, and tasted nice enough. He wasn’t the longest or thickest that I had ever had in my mouth, but he was in my mouth and that is what mattered the most at the moment.
I began a back and forth movement, slowly sliding my mouth along the length of the young neighbor’s staff and sensing out every vein and nuance of his cock flesh. I increased the pressure with my tongue as I increased the suction. But that was for going slow.
I eased up on the suction and pressure when I increased the tempo of my oral pumping, focusing on making Richard last a little longer. I alternated my rhythm like that between tight-and-slow and light-and-fast, always working Richard a little closer to an orgasm with each rotation of sensation I was giving him. And I was enjoying it, too!
“Oh, fuck, Donny,” Richard croaked. “That’s so fucking good.”
I still alternated my cock sucking rhythm between slow and fast, but each sample of my methods on Richard’s meat stick was shorter in duration. I was teasing his young prick for all it was worth, torturing him with pleasure for his sloppy attempt at sexual blackmail. Finally, I let him have it with both barrels; I drew hard on my throat like a vacuum cleaner while I pummeled his shaft with fast, short strokes of my mouth .The sudden intensity brought Richard to climax in seconds.
“Holy fuck!” Richard squealed as if he had been kicked in the nuts.
And for all intents he had been. His balls compressed momentarily in my hand as his prick swelled just that much more in my thrusting mouth right before his cock head opened and a flood of young, sweet semen flowed like a rushing river into my mouth.
“Fuuuuck!” cried Richard in a voice strained by pleasure.
To my pleasant surprise, the eruption of Richard’s cum in my mouth was actually more than I could handle, and it didn’t seem to want to stop. I swallowed, I choked, I felt his semen escaping from my mouth, but I didn’t stop sucking until Richard pushed my head off of his still squirting dick. A few last splatters of sperm landed on my face just as Richard dropped to his knees before me.
Richard was holding his dick in his hands and panting like a marathon runner. I ran my hand over my face and mouth to wipe any remaining cum away, only to find that it had dripped onto my shirt as well.
“When we do this again,” I said, kind of surprised, “I guess I’m going to need a bib.”
“Shit, Donny,” Richard whispered, “that was fucking awesome!”
“Good,” I said, “because now you owe me.”
“Wha- what do you mean?” Richard asked uneasily.
“I get to suck you off any time I want,” I answered, now the smug one.
“Aren’t you worried that I’ll tell everyone you’re gay because you like to suck dicks?” Richard asked, trying to take the ball back into his court.
“Aren’t you worried that I’ll respond by telling everyone that you’re gay because you like having a guy suck your dick?” I asked in kind. “Blackmail goes both ways, dude.”
Richard fell silent for a minute, then I heard him chuckle.
“That was fucking amazing, Donny,” he sighed.
And I had to admit that, despite the fucked-up circumstances that got it all started, I liked it, too. The best part? Now I had young, hard cock just next door, attached to a horny teenager that would likely drop by on a near-daily basis, eager for another awesome blow job. Stan the Meter Guy would still get his cock serviced, but now I had something to fill the void between his visits.
“Your dick, my mouth, any time,” I said. “Any questions?”
“Just one,” said Richard with a weak chuckle. “When can we do this again?”
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