Cock Worship- The Bet (Part 2)

 Two words described my situation. They were words I heard every week. Those two words led my life in a direction that I could never have imagined. Jeff made up the words and when he said, “Cock worship” I knew I was his to use.

Jeff and I have been the best of friends for the past 15 years. People say we’re opposite sides of a coin. He’s 31, hefty, bald, bearded, a cigar-smoker, quiet, and has had few girlfriends. I on the other-hand am 31, thin, blonde hair, a non-smoker, no facial hair, quick-witted, and enjoy frequent dating and sex…with women. Our relationship pretty much consisted of guy things: sports, movies, games, bullshitting, bragging, and just having fun. Of course all of that changed last January. On a whim we had made a bet. I got cocky and bragged a whole lot before the bet was finished. To teach me a lesson, Jeff decided that if he won I was going to have to suck his dick. He did win…and he got what we wanted.

One blowjob shouldn’t change a person’s life…but it changed mine. I’d never sucked a man’s cock before and I went at it with a bit too much gusto. And because Jeff had never received a blowjob before he decided he liked it…a lot. So naturally he wanted more. In fact, as Jeff commonly does, he got darn right greedy very fast. He held the bet over my head with simple logic. His logic was: as long as I continued servicing him whenever he wanted he wouldn’t tell anyone about our little bet. However, the second I refused anything he asked for he was planning on telling everyone about what I had done. Since Jeff and I have the same friends, and since Jeff knows my family, and more importantly Laura, my girlfriend, I was pulled along with his demands. I wasn’t forced to change any part of my life, but Jeff made it clear that whenever he needed to have his cock serviced…he came first (literally).

Over the next several weeks after our bet, Jeff began to train me. It started out with three to four blowjobs a week. This began to increase to eight or nine. Eventually I was made to set Tuesday and Friday nights aside just for him. See Jeff was still a virgin and this was the first action that he’d had his entire life. The fact that it came from his friend was overshadowed by how good he felt getting it. So Jeff laid down the rules and I followed them. Laura wasn’t pleased about my being increasingly away from her but I managed to come up with new excuses each week. The last thing I wanted her to know was that her boyfriend was busy sucking off his close friend.

For my training Jeff instructed me in the ways he liked to have his cock sucked. Usually this would begin with me stripping off his clothes while he sat on my couch. I’d then spend long amounts of time licking his hairy chest and hefty belly and working my way down to his balls. Jeff’s crotch is covered in a thick mass of pubic hair and he has the largest balls I’ve ever seen. They pack quite a punch believe me. He often told me that he liked looking down at me with his huge ball sack dangling in my mouth. It made him feel powerful. Normally Jeff would smoke a cigar while I took care of business, giving me orders and directions as he saw fit. Then after his dick had grown hard he’d stand up so I was on my knees in front of him. Jeff would look down into my eyes, smile, and say to me, “I think it’s time for some cock worship.” This was his fun way of letting me know that even though I had a girlfriend and a life, it all now was second to the needs of his cock. I was a slave to that cock. After hearing Jeff demand the cock worship I would then suck his dick until he came. Sometimes he would pull out and shoot his load in my face. Other times he would thrust deep into my mouth and make me swallow every drop. And on days when Jeff was angry or displeased with me he would shoot his load all over his belly, pubic hair, and balls. I would then spend the next hour licking him clean. Either way Jeff chose was quite an experience. His balls were so big that a normal ejaculation would be incredible. But since I was, as Jeff said, “in training”, he had a special technique he would practice. On days when he didn’t come over Jeff would masturbate two or three times, but never to completion. Then when it was time for me to engage in some cock worship I would get an intense jolt of some of the hottest thickest cum I could ever imagine. No matter how much I tried, I was never prepared for the first blast of the night. Sometimes even the second shot was of porn-star caliber.

Over the next few weeks I became accustomed to my new role. There were even times when I enjoyed it. There was something secretive and forbidden that really got me excited. Of course, Jeff was enjoying himself all of the time and he began to make our time together more and more about me worshipping his cock. The times where I did something that made him angry also brought about a stiff punishment. These moments repulsed me, enticed me, and changed me completely.

Once Jeff, I, and several friends had been out at a Mexican restaurant with our girlfriends. Actually, everyone had a girlfriend except Jeff. As guys are prone to do lots of teasing occurred about the “single man in our party”. It was all in fun and Jeff laughed along with everyone else. Regrettably I joined in poking plenty of fun at him. That evening after everyone had left and I had dropped off Laura, Jeff met me back at my apartment. “Did you have fun tonight?” He said. “Well, I hope so because now I’m going to have some of my own fun.” I spent the next two hours buried under my bed sheets with Jeff’s cock in my mouth the entire time. Jeff lay comfortably smoking cigars and watching some of my porno tapes while I was beneath. Hard or soft, I was not allowed to remove his dick from my mouth. Jeff’s “fun” came because after the healthy Mexican food he was subject to some of the worst gas ever. With his cock in my mouth I had only one option for air. I could hear Jeff’s laughter as he let blast-after-blast rip. “Maybe next time you won’t be such a smart ass at my expense, Mitch.” He said. “Boy if only the guys could see you and your big mouth now. My cock crammed in your mouth and you curled up under the sheets smelling my stank ass farts! This bet just keeps getting better and better!”

A second time Jeff came over for a week when Laura was out of town. I waited on him hand-and-foot the entire time and I did my best to keep him happy. I sure didn’t want to spend any more time under the sheets. Things were going well except for the fact that I continually trounced Jeff at all of the video games we played. Jeff’s payback was that he decided not to shower for the week. His cock and balls built up a strong odor. I knew this because I probably spent more time between his legs than anything else. Jeff told me that he liked having his cock in my mouth whether I was blowing him or not. So he would sit on the couch naked, smoking cigars, playing games (by himself) or watching hockey games. I was in Jeff’s favorite position, on my knees in front of him. I could see nothing because I was buried into his crotch as his free hand gently held me in place or gave me a patronizing pat on the head. A few times Laura had called and left messages on the answering machine. Jeff would chuckle and say, “Hey Mitch do you want to come up and talk to her?” I would mumble a response from below. Jeff’s reply was always the same, “I can’t understand you. So just keep on sucking!”

Now most people in my situation would have bailed. Heck, many wouldn’t have been dumb enough to make the bet in the first place. But, after almost two months of Jeff’s “training” I was learning quite a bit about myself. I discovered my submissive nature and how much I enjoyed servicing Jeff and his cock. The more dominant Jeff became the more I found myself eager for his next visit…and possibly my next punishment. Of course, I must have been easy to read because Jeff made my third punishment a true surprise.

Jeff had arrived at my condo directly from work on a Friday afternoon. He walked up the stairs slowly loosening his tie. I opened the door for him and he came into my apartment. “Hey Mitch. Ready for a good time?”

I was truly ready for a good time but I tried to downplay it. “Well if you want to just play some video games that’d be fine with me.”

Jeff smiled. “After the day I had at work? Not a chance. You’re gonna be wearing the skin off your knees by the end of the night.” He dropped his suit jacket on the couch and pulled out his shirt. “I’m so freaking pent up I feel like a damn volcano. So come on over here and help me cut loose some of this tension.”

I walked over and slowly kneeled down in front of him. “Man, you and this damn bet. Won’t you ever get tired of me giving you head?”