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Ever have a secret you wanted to keep private? Sometimes even as you discreetly go about satisfying your secret deviant desires, your hidden world comes crashing down on you.

I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching as I gently tapped on my neighbor’s door. The coast was clear. And I heard my sexy man friend call out for me to come in.

Mr. Johnson was sitting in his recliner wearing a robe under which was the unfettered object of my desire. “There’s my sweet cock loving sissy girl,” he greeted me with his handsome smile.

Doing as expected after many training sessions, I removed my clothes and went to my handsome friend. Kneeling in front of Mr. Johnson, I waited for his instructions before assuming to act freely to satisfy my craving to take his big cock between my soft lips and bring it to life.

Reaching down to run his finger across my lips, I instinctively kissed his middle finger before sucking on it. “Mmm, my baby girl is hungry for cock like always,” his baritone voice igniting the smoldering lust already burning in me.

Mr. Johnson used his free hand to pull the rubber band holding my ponytail and smoothed my long light brown hair over the sides of my face. “Stand up for me, baby. Show me that big, sexy pussy you know I love.”

I blushed and stood up. Turning around so my large bottom was his to enjoy, I looked over my shoulder and smiled. “Is there something back there you like, sir?” I asked sweetly, playing along.

Mr. Johnson ran his large hand over the cheeks of my bum. “Nice, baby. A pussy this nice shouldn’t go to waste.”

I shivered as usual, but I knew he wasn’t going to fuck me. That was not in our agreement.

I had never sucked a cock before I met Mr. Johnson. Never even thought about it. Then destiny arrived out of nowhere.

Mr. Johnson lived 2 houses down from Cindy and me. Although he was always friendly, it wasn’t until a couple of years after we met that I became what he calls his go-to cock sucking sissy.

It all began innocently enough. It happened quite by accident or destiny; who can say. Cindy wanted us to host a New Year’s Eve party, which sounded like fun.

We discussed who to invite and decided to build better relationships with our neighbors. So it was that several couples and Mr. Johnson were ringing in the New Year in our home.

Music played with the TV on mute so we could see when the ball dropped. Alcohol flowed generously, and we set out a bevy of snacks.

When the Times Square ball dropped, there were hugs and kisses all around. Nothing untoward, mind you. It was all friendly, plutonic you might say.

Mr. Johnson, a large, handsome single man, hugged all the women and shook hands with our male guests except me. Taking my hand first, he smiled and thanked me for the invite. “It’s our pleasure, sir,” I smiled. Then he surprised me with a hug, my head on his broad chest, and he squeezed my bottom.

“Mr. Johnson,” I squealed and pulled away. He took my hand and pulled me back to whisper in my ear. “It was just a playful squeeze between friends on that sexy rear end you keep teasing me with.”

Before letting go of my hand, Mr. Johnson gave my bottom a gentle squeeze. “No hard feelings,” he smiled. But he was lying. I felt his cock against my stomach. It was hard and felt big; way bigger than my sad excuse for a dick.

I was flustered to say the least but smiled and politely explained that I hadn’t meant to tease him at all.

“That’s good to know, sweet boy. No real man likes a cock tease.”

I blushed, giggled, and walked away to join my wife.

“I see you have a new boyfriend, Johnny,” she grinned.

“I hope nobody saw that,” I said, ignoring her snarky remark and looking around. Seeing everybody involved in their own partying made me feel better. Then I looked at Mr. Johnson. He raised his glass in a salute of sorts and winked at me.

Cindy said no more, and the weird interaction between Mr. Johnson and me ended. As the guests filed out around 2 AM, we decided to leave the mess until the next day.

Cindy slept in later than I did, as usual, and I put on the coffee maker and began the clean-up.

As I was picking up glasses, I noticed a brown leather wallet wedged in our over-stuffed chair. I pulled it out and saw it was Mr. Johnson’s. I resisted the temptation to see how much money was in it, but the array of 4 plastic photo holders fell open. I was folding it back I couldn’t help but notice a photo of him with a lady friend at the beach. My hands trembled when I saw what looked like a length of hose curled up in his tight Speedo. So transfixed was I, I hardly noticed the female.

The thin white material of his swimsuit outlined the large head and even, or maybe I imagined it, the deep blue of the large vein.

I heard Cindy coming downstairs and hurried to place the photos back in the wallet.

“What’s that, honey?”

“I uh, um, it’s Mr. Johnson’s wallet. It must have fallen out of his pocket. I found it wedged between the seat and side cushion of my chair.”

“Any money in it?”

“I didn’t look, Cin. I only opened it to see whose it was.”

“I’m sure Al will be grateful that you found it.”

“Yeah, no doubt.” But my wife called him Al. I didn’t know his first name until that moment.

“Just don’t let him play with your big ass when you return it, Johnny,” she snickered and left for the kitchen.

I waited until a respectful time to walk down a couple of houses to Mr. Johnson’s to return his wallet.

I rang the doorbell and waited a few seconds when Al opened it. “Johnny, my boy. Come in.”

He wore a robe and was barefoot as I followed him into his neatly furnished home. “Have a seat, son. What brings your sexy self to me today?”

“I found your wallet in my chair, Al,” I said, holding it out.

“He didn’t smile or thank me. Instead, my eyes were met with a stern look from my host. “Johnny, aren’t you getting a bit informal?”

“Pardon me?”

“I didn’t permit you to address me by my given name. Mr. Johnson is more appropriate for one like you.”

“One like me?” I wondered what that meant. “Sorry, Mr. Johnson. I just thought….”

A smile returned to his handsome face. “Okay, Johnny boy, no harm, no foul this time.”

Mr. Johnson stood and walked to me to take his wallet. “Did you go through it, Johnny?”

“Um, no, sir. I mean, yes, sir, but only to find out who it belonged to,” I stuttered, looking up at the big man.

Mr. Johnson stood very close as he examined the contents of his wallet. I couldn’t help but notice his robe parted, and I got a glimpse of a very big cock.

I quickly looked away from that magnificent cock to see Mr. Johnson looking down at me with a knowing grin. “See something you like, Johnny?”

I blushed and stifled a giggle. “No, sir,” I lied.

Chuckling and yet still standing in front of me, Mr. Johnson opened his robe, exposing his beautiful specimen of real manhood. “That little tent in your panty says otherwise, Johnny,” he said, reaching down to cup my cheek.

I tried to put up the good fight. “Sir, I don’t wear panties. I’m a man.”

Mr. Johnson laughed at my stated manhood. He then inched closer until his cock was maybe 6″ from my face. My dick was hard for some reason, and my breathing got heavier. “Mr. Johnson, please don’t,” I whimpered as I stood up to leave.

“Sorry, baby boy. I thought you might have wanted a reward for finding my wallet.”

“That’s not necessary, sir,” I croaked. This whole scene had an aura of sexuality that was both frightening and yet confusing to me. I was uncomfortable with what my body was trying to tell me.

While I may have been confused, Mr. Johnson certainly wasn’t. Taking liberties with me that no man had ever taken, Mr. Johnson used his free hand to grab my large bottom and pulled me close.

All I could do was stare up at his handsome face. His cock was warm. Even through my shirt, I could feel the heat on my tummy.

The hand cupping my face, his thumb traced my lips, and all I could do was stand like a statue, allowing this big handsome man to feel my bottom and make a crude statement. “I know what’s going on inside you, baby,” he whispered. “I’ve unlocked your hidden desire to be a cocksucker; my special cocksucker.”

I heard myself whimper again but had just enough resolve to brush past him and hurry out the door.

Mr. Johnson laughed at my humiliation and called out as I walked out of his house, “You’ll be back, Johnny. Think about what I said, baby.”

‘Yeah, right. My inner cocksucker, my ass,’ I thought. I hurried home.

Little did I know that Mr. Johnson’s seduction game had started, and I’d be the prize when all was said and done.

The rest of the day went by slowly. Cindy was napping as I relaxed in my recliner. My thoughts, as much as they disgusted me, seemed to return to the sight of Mr. Johnson’s cock.

My dick was hard, further making me hate myself for being turned on by his big, beautiful cock. I did what lots of men do when they get an erection. I slipped my hand inside my underpants and stroked my attention-deprived dick.

My dick is what could be called a micro-penis. God must have been angry when he decided before I was born that I would never make a baby. I’m so small down there that Cindy decided our lovemaking would be forever limited to me providing her oral sex while she infrequently jerked me off.

Whenever I was fortunate to get my wife to touch my little dick, she’d jerk on it like she was mad at it. Finally, having more than enough of my complaining about her rough treatment of my privates, she encouraged me to beat off whenever I needed.

Sometimes she’d watch, insisting that I recycle my thin sperm. So it was not an issue when she woke and came into the living room to see me stroking myself with my hand in my pants.

“Don’t stop on my account, babe. But I think you should take your pants off.”

My wife sat on the couch and wiggled her finger for me to join her. She stopped me when I stood. “No baby, I want you to crawl to me and use your talented mouth on me while you tug on your tiny boner.”

While I was enjoying my wife’s pussy and slowly stroking my dick and caressing my little balls, the phone rang. Cin picked up the cordless beside her. “Al, what’s up?”

My attention wavered when I heard who called. Cin pulled my head back to her sexy peach of a pussy. “Johnny? I’m afraid he’s busy. No, he’s not doing chores unless you call it a chore when he tugs on his boner while using his very talented mouth on me.”

My wife loves humiliating me. It’s a weird turn-on that she had no trouble getting me to admit.

“Uh huh. Really? Well, that gives Johnny and me something to talk about. No, I’m not going to tell him that. You tell him.”

Handing me the phone, she permitted me to stop slurping on her leaking pussy.

“Yes sir?” I asked.

“No, I never mentioned that to her,” I answered honestly when he asked me if I told Cindy how big his cock is. “Um, no sir, Mr. Johnson,” I lied when he asked if I had thought about his big, beautiful cock.

“No sir. I have the week off and no plans. Um, I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Mr. Johnson. Yes sir, okay, I’ll be there tomorrow at 9 sharp.”

I handed the phone back to Cindy, who had been rubbing her clitoris while I spoke with Mr. Johnson. “He uh, says he needs help tomorrow moving some stuff around to make room for his new furniture.”

Cindy giggled. “Al told me his robe opened; he caught you staring at his cock, Johnny. Are you sure you’re going over to move furniture?”

“Mmm hmm,” I hummed in her pussy.

Cindy ground out her orgasm on my face just before I filled my hand with my own climax. I had no shame as she watched as I licked my spooge from my hand. I’d done it for a few years now. It was no longer the special event it was at first.

“Al tells me you were turned on seeing his cock, Johnny. Are you going homo on me?”

“That’s a lie,” I insisted. “And no. I am not going homo. And his big cock didn’t turn me on.”

“But it is big, you say?”

I fucked up my answer. “Oh gosh, Cin, it’s huge,” I gushed.

My wife laughed and left me on my knees, my sorry little penis disappearing back to its minuscule self.

Ever been conflicted by 2 different emotions? As I walked to Mr. Johnson’s house, I both dreaded it and wondered if I’d see his cock again. My dick twitched at the memory.

I needn’t have worried. When I knocked, Mr. Johnson yelled for me to come in.

I wiped my feet on the doormat and entered. “I, me, Johnny, Mr. Johnson,” I announced my on-time arrival.

“Good boy,” he said, coming out of his bedroom wearing a towel. Yes, he was wearing only a towel, but he had it slung over his shoulders. His cock swung to and fro as he walked over to greet me. The movement was mesmerizing, almost hypnotic.

“I was just out of the shower, sweetheart. Glad you caught me in my birthday suit, I see,” he grinned.

My eyes traveled from his cock up his nearly perfect body. Mr. Johnson had 6-pack abs and a broad chest, his hair still wet from his shower. He was everything I was not. My eyes devoured his body as I wished mine was like his.

I knew he was trying to seduce me into being his cocksucker. I knew it, and at that moment, I decided I liked his efforts. Not that I was gonna drop to my knees anytime soon for him to acknowledge his triumphant of making me his cocksucker.

He stood tall and proud as I admired his masculine body. “Well, you’re certainly well-built,” I managed to say in a hushed voice. My dick was hard, and I knew Mr. Johnson could sense it. But as I said, I was enjoying his fruitless efforts to seduce me. But I could tease him back. No harm, no foul, right?

“I’ve seen bigger,” I lied.

Mr. Johnson did not expect my comment. He looked surprised but recovered quickly. “I bet you have, baby,” he smiled, coming close.

I let him gather me in his arms. His hands went to hold my big bottom. My hands went to hold his tight ass cheeks. I could feel his cock beginning to stiffen between us.

Mr. Johnson bent down to whisper in my ear. “I bet you’ve seen a lot of big cocks, pretty baby. You’re making mine hard on purpose, aren’t you, you little tease?”

“Sir, I have no idea what you mean,” I smiled coyly. My right hand moved from his ass, and I pulled back some to let his erection grow. “My hand found his cock, and I grasped it. Looking up at my seducer, I smiled coyly again. “Did I do this to you, Mr. Johnson?”

He squeezed my bottom and growled, “You did, you sexy bitch. Now what are you going to do about it?”

I pulled away and laughed. “Watch you jerk off, stud,” I told him. “I want to watch you jack off that big sexy cock.”

I sat transfixed in a chair watching as he came close. “You cock teasing little sissy. You want to see a real man jerk off? Then watch. I’ll be thinking how soft and sweet your lips will feel on my cock soon, baby,” he said as he grabbed his cock with one hand and held his balls with the other and began slowly masturbating less than a foot from me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off that gorgeous cock. If Mr. Johnson and I were playing a seduction game, it occurred to me that he was winning. My hand slipped inside my pants to stroke my raging erection as I watched Mr. Johnson smile his encouragement appreciating what he had done to me. “Play with your little dick, baby doll. Show your man how excited his cock makes his sexy boy.”

Mr. Johnson inched closer. So close I could smell his sexy aroma. My breathing was labored. I wanted so much to touch him, but my steely resolved kept my hands in check, with one in my pants.

The room was silent. The air filled with sexuality. The large clear drop of nectar formed at the slit of his beautiful cock head did nothing to lower the temperature in the room.

I licked my dry lips, watching closely as Mr. Johnson used his thumb to collect that seeping cock honey. Our eyes locked as he brought his shiny thumb to my lips.

I was unable to resist. I licked his thumb and let him push it into my mouth. Mr. Johnson took his hand from his balls and continued to masturbate in my face. I watched patiently as he collected more cock honey for me. Again, he fucked my willing mouth with his zesty-flavored thumb.

What happened next may have been natural for Mr. Johnson but new to me. He used a free hand to pull my face to his big churning balls from the back of my head. I found myself kissing and licking his scrotum as if I’d done this all my life.

“That’s my sweet cocksucker,” he moaned.

Hearing what he said brought me to my senses. I pulled back, jumped up, much to Mr. Johnson’s surprise, and fled his house in a panic. I’d almost become his cocksucker.

“How’d your day with Al go, hon?”

I couldn’t tell my wife what happened. She’d never look at me the same. “Oh, it was fine,” I fibbed.

“Good, because he called just before you got home and said he wants you back tomorrow, ready to work again. Oh, and Al said he appreciated your efforts today.”

“I can’t tomorrow,” I lied again.

“And why not? I thought you two were getting along great, and you need a friend, Johnny. I want you to help him tomorrow. For me. Please….”

She didn’t know what she was asking, but I never told Cindy no. Others can. She won’t take no for an answer from me. I sighed. “Okay, I’ll go because you want me to.”

A quiet afternoon and evening ensued without conversation about Mr. Johnson or his Johnson for that matter. But believe me when I tell you, that big beautiful cock was never far from my thoughts.

The next morning dawned sunny and bright. Just the Southern California morning that holds so much promise.

Then I remembered. I’d overslept, and it was already almost 9. I brushed my teeth, hurried into my clothes, and made haste so as not to be too late. I remember Mr. Johnson likes me to be on time.

No, in case you’re wondering, I hadn’t realized how quickly he assumed power over me nor how easily I accepted his dominance.

I knocked, and Mr. Johnson hollered for me to come in. “I’m back here, Johnny,” he called out from his bedroom.

Like yesterday, Mr. Johnson was naked. I thought he might be getting dressed, but instead, he asked me to help him change the sheets on his bed.

“This is what he wanted my help with,” I thought to myself. “I doubt it.”

“I’ll make coffee,” he told me. “You finish up here.”

“But you haven’t stripped the old sheets off, Mr. Johnson,” I whined.

“Good eye, baby. Start there. Put the dirty sheets and pillowcases in the hamper in the corner.”

“Yes sir,” I sighed.

Removing the old sheets, I couldn’t help but notice the crusty spots of dried semen and wondered who he slept with. Call me sick, but I sniffed the crusty cum before crumbling the sheet up and placing it in the hamper like I was instructed.

I made the bed and went to join my companion and tormentor in the kitchen.

“Done already, baby? I’d like you to come over more often. Us single guys can use a woman’s touch around the home if you know what I mean.”

“Mr. Johnson, I’m not a woman and you…..”

I was interrupted with a swat to my bottom by his large hand. “You were late today, sweetie. I don’t tolerate tardiness.”

Caught off guard, I did what came to mind. “I apologize, sir. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Mr. Johnson smiled. “Okay, baby. But next time you’ll get a bare-bottom spanking.”

He stared at me as he sipped his coffee. “So, I understand you’re off all week?”

“Um, yes, sir.”

“Great. Do you know how to use my coffee maker?”

“It’s a Mr. Coffee. Yes. We have one. I make coffee for me and Cindy most mornings. Why do you ask?”

“Because to make up for being late today, tomorrow be here at 8 AM sharp. Make coffee for both of us before 8:30.”

“Mr. Johnson, I didn’t know I was supposed to come over tomorrow,” I said in weak protest.

He set his coffee mug down and took me by the hand, leading me to his living room. “Johnny,” he said in a soothing baritone. “We have some unfinished business that we need to discuss. Sit down.”

Mr. Johnson stood between my feet, his cock very close. Taking my hand, he placed it on his stiffening member. “Hold it, get to know it, make it hard for you, Johnny.”

He held my wrist until he saw that I wasn’t going to fight him. In fact, holding his cock was new and, dare I say, exciting. As it grew, I gently stroked it. I looked at my neighbor. His eyes were on mine, a smile on his face. “You have soft hands, baby. Soft hands made to hold and play with a real man’s cock.”

“Thank you,” I said huskily. I was getting more turned on by the second.

Emboldened by his compliment, I used my free hand to cradle his balls. “Is this what you want from me, sir?” I asked quietly, watching his cock grow to a full 8″ of thick, hot manhood.

“You know what I want, baby. I know what you need too. Do what comes natural for one like you, Johnny. Do what feels right for you.”

Still holding and gently jacking his wonderful cock, I moved forward and planted my face on his balls. Opening wide, I was unable to get them in my mouth and resigned myself to licking and kissing his big ball sac.

I felt his hand on my head again. He pulled the rubber band from my shoulder-length hair. “I want you to wear your hair down when you come to me, baby doll. Understand?”

I pulled my mouth off his balls. Looking him in the eye, I surrendered fully to this real man. “Ye sir. I understand.”

Then, with his cock in my hand, I stood and used his cock to turn him. Mr. Johnson understood immediately what I needed from him. He sat and spread his knees, giving me room to kneel.

“So, you’re ready to be my cocksucker, baby girl?”

“Please let me, Mr. Johnson.”

“Stand up, boy. How badly do you need to become my cocksucker?”

“Very much, Mr. Johnson. I want to be your cocksucker, please.”

“You need to understand what I expect if I give you the privilege of being my sweet sissy cocksucker. You’ll do as I say when I say without complaint or hesitation.”

“I promise, sir. I will do and be what you want me to be and do.”

“All my good cocksuckers are naked. Strip.”

His eyes never left me as I hurried to take off my clothes. I was in a deep submissive haze and wanted very much to please this handsome man.

Mr. Johnson chuckled when he saw my boner. All 2 3/4″ standing straight. “Turn around, Johnny. Let me see that fat pussy of yours.”

He did as I was told and stood quiet as Mr. Johnson caressed my bottom and talked to me. “You once tried to tell me you’re a man. Baby, you may be a male, but you can never be a man, not a real man. That tiny clit and this fat pussy, your big fat nipples, all that makes you a sweet sissy. More woman than man, you were born to serve and be served by real men. You understand that, don’t you?”

I shivered, loving the way his hand felt on my bottom. “I do now, sir.”

“And from now on, you belong to me. Oh, you can stay married, and maybe someday soon the three of us will share your bed. Cindy must be aching for a real man with a cock, don’t you think, honey?”

“I know she doesn’t let me have sex with my dick anymore, sir.”

“So, you agree that Cindy needs a real man just as you need a real man?”

“I do, agree, sir,” I moaned as his finger traced between my buttocks.

“And another thing, baby girl, you must never cum without asking me for permission. This is most important that you obey that demand. Even if your wife wants to watch you pull on your tiny dick, you tell her you must call me to ask if you can cum for her amusement.”

I was nearly in tears. I trembled with sexual desire and the need to be what my man told me I was born to be. “Sir, may I please become your cocksucker now?”

“Let’s see what you can do with a cock bitch,” he growled, turning me to face him and allowing me to kneel between his legs.

 

The End.

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