Straight for Me

He put a video into the VCR, and as the pot hit my brain, I began to undress. Jerry sat on the armchair in the bay window, and opened his pants. I gazed at the huge lump under Jerry’s white BVD’s. He was big, I was gonna need another toke or two on that weed. The video was standard issue straight porn. A very buxom blonde was splayed out on the bed, her head hanging off the side of the mattress. She was deep-throating a slightly overweight man with tattoos on his arms. I swayed to the sleazy music, unconsciously dancing to the soundtrack coming from the television.

“Oh. Ya, Billy! You seemed kinda quiet at the bar, but now I see you’re really a little cock-teasing whore, ain’t ya?” I dropped my shirt, rubbing my silky white chest, my fingers brushing across my pink nipples. Jerry had pulled his pants down around his ankles, and his cock strained at the thin knit fabric of his briefs. “Keep dancing, Billy-boy. Come over and dance in my lap!” He said.

I was getting really high, and really turned on with his big powerful body sprawled out in front of me. His hairy legs spread apart as he released his breathtaking dick for me to see. He was at least nine inches, maybe a little more. Thick as a beer bottle at the base, it tapered gently to the uncut end like a torpedo. I revealed my body as seductively as I could, as he held his giant member in his meaty paws. He pulled back his foreskin and the shiny head of his cock was revealed, both fists wrapped around the throbbing shaft. 

I dropped to my knees in front of him and put my mouth on his piss hole, Jerry’s slippery pre-cum sliding across my lips. He grabbed me by the head and pulled me onto his dick with one smooth move. He moaned, throwing his head back and thrusting his hips forward, as his meaty shaft occupied my mouth. It seemed like slow-motion, it just kept going deeper, farther, pushing on my tongue, hitting the back of my throat, wedging firmly in my neck. My mouth was stretched to the limit; I felt my lips burning as his hot poker swelled up in my mouth.

I gagged and pulled myself off his penis. “Bite off more than you can chew?” He chuckled, as he gazed intently at the scene flickering on the television. I sucked his enormous ramrod back into my mouth, meeting his thrusts, driving him deep down my throat. His breathing became heavy, his chest heaved from his frame, his nipples dark and erect. I rubbed my hands on his hairy belly, shiny with perspiration in the dim evening light coming in the window. 

“Shit, man, take it! Suck my fat dick, you fairy son-of-a-bitch!” He moaned. Jerry bucked wildly under me as my head bobbed on his cock. He grabbed my hair and violently pulled my face into his groin, his manhood erupting in my mouth as his cum flowed from his engorged balls, up his dick, exploding in my throat. He shot several heavy loads into me. It filled my mouth and shot out my nose as I choked on the thick creamy wad. He drenched me, his jizz leaking from my lips and running down my neck in thick ropes. I gagged down as much as I could and swallowed. Exhausted, I placed my head in his warm, moist pubes, my cheek lying in pearly pools of his cum. Jerry shuddered and went still. 

“Billy, that was fuckin’ great. You are one hell of a cocksucker, that’s for sure!” He said, his hand resting on my head, pulling me into his dark, wet pubic hairs. “ You like the taste of cum, huh? You fuckin’ sucked it outta me like a goddamn Hoover, buddy!” 

The video played on, and Jerry continued watching. The blonde had turned around so her big fat butt was hanging off the side of the bed. The tattooed man was violently pumping her up the ass, almost knocking her over with every thrust. Jerry stroked my golden hair, the first display of intimacy he had shown all night. I felt like a contented kitten, petted and purring in his lap. I stayed there, breathing in the heady aroma of sex, cum and sweat from Jerry’s hairy crotch. His dick began to harden up. The image of the woman getting rammed up the shithole was turning him on again. Suddenly he pushed me aside, and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run, and soon realized he was showering. I wiped the congealed beads of cum from my face with his fragrant BVD’s. The video ended. I dressed quickly in the silent darkness, shoved Jerry’s briefs into my pocket and left the apartment. One uncomfortable farewell scene avoided. 

The following week I passed the Pub on my way to the subway. Jerry was there, sitting in the window at the bar. I tried to escape his view, but he saw me and crooked his finger at me as if to say “Get in here, Now!” I wanted to avoid him, go the other way, but I was powerless to resist the big dominant man. I entered the bar and sat next to Jerry. He glared at me for a second, then ordered two more beers and we sat in silence until he was through. He left the bar, and I followed with no words spoken.

We got to Jerry’s apartment, and he opened the door. The room was essentially unchanged. The dishes in the sink looked like the same dishes from last week. The futon was unmade and tousled. It smelled like smoke and man. I stepped aside as he closed the door behind us. 

Suddenly, I felt a fiery sting on my face as the back of his hand cracked across my cheek. He slapped me to the floor; I kneeled trembling at his feet, waiting for another blow.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Who fuckin’ told you to leave? You ever run out on me again and I’ll fuckin’ kill you, you lousy goddam cum-sucking bitch!” He shouted, “Now strip down and behave yourself like a good little fag boy, and maybe I’ll let you have another taste of my dick.”

He began to undress as he crossed the room to the television. He hadn’t stripped last time so I sensed this was going to be...well, not romantic, but different. He was completely naked except for his thick white athletic socks. I was glad he left them on, they were sexy and manly looking. He popped a video into the VCR, the same crappy flick as last week. It was cued to the scene where the blonde was getting shafted, and he stood in front of the screen for a few seconds jerking himself.