Chapter 3

Once I was sure he caught my stare as I tried to look away. While I pretended to be looking over paperwork for the next day, I thought I saw a half smile on Earl's face at having caught me admiring his tight abs along with the package below. Feeling a little grungy from the day out in the sun, I decided to clean up a little myself and took a shower. The hot water cascading over my shoulders felt great. Feeling much better, I stepped from the shower and toweled off, wrapping the soft fluffy cloth around my waist and walking back in the bedroom. Earl was lying nude across the bed reading a magazine. I walked over to the bed and picked up the remote. Earl indicated he wasn't watching anything in particular so I surfed until the remote settled on a pay station. It was an adult flick, soft porn, but porn none the less. I relaxed on the bed and watched a scene or two before it just timed out. I suppose it was a tease to get you to order because the screen indicated to continue watching you had to press the orange order button. "Fuck," I exclaimed "just when it was getting good." Earl set the magazine down on his chest and looked over. "Order it if you like," he suggested. I reflected for a second, thinking about whether to make the purchase or turn in for the night. "Or do you want the real thing?" Earl inquired looking at me. "The real thing?" I questioned back. "You mean, go back downstairs?" Earl set the magazine aside, sat up on the side of the bed. "No, no I didn't mean that. I've seen you looking. We both know what you really want." "What do you mean?" I shot back. "You know exactly what I mean," he answered back, standing up and taking his d*ck in his hand. "You've been checking me out ever since I got here, and now we're gonna' let you have it." I wanted to blurt out he was wrong. He was crazy as hell. It was him walking around naked all the time. I wasn't gay. I wasn't into guys. I was married. Happily married! But here I was speechless. Staring at his c*ck he was stroking with his hand, pumping it back and forth, hardening before my eyes. "Come over here Willie. Sit over here," he motioned pointing to the side of my bed. I sat frozen in place. I wasn't about to move. He was wrong. I wasn't like that. I would never do what he was asking. My eyes watching him stroke his c*ck, his other hand still pointing to the spot on the side of the bed. I looked up from his d*ck. His eyes looking straight back into mine. "It's okay Will," Earl broke the silence. "It's just us. No one else will know. Not your wife, no one that works with you. Just us two. I know you're curious. I know you want to do it." I was determined not to move, even as I felt myself sliding to the side of the bed, my legs slipping over the side. My face just inches away as he continued to slide his hand across the long shaft of his c*ck. "Go ahead, take a nice long look son. That's what you been wanting to do," Earl said softly. He let go of his d*ck and it swayed, bobbed, defying gravity as it hung there. I couldn't say anything as I just stared at it. I'd never seen another man's penis up close. Earl realized the state I was in, the hold he had. Unable to make the first move, he broke the silence, "Go ahead boy. Touch it. You can feel it." It was as if I was in a trance. I reached out with my right hand and rested it on his warm shaft, my fingers closing around it. I couldn't believe how soft, how warm it was. "That's right Will, stroke it, stroke my c*ck," Earl encouraged me as I began to slide my hand back and forth on his hard shaft. It got harder and harder under my touch, rising, stiffening. . Earl stepped closer to me and rested his hand on the back of my neck. "Kiss it Willie. Kiss my c*ck." I couldn't move my head. I wasn't gay. It was one thing to touch him. I had to draw a line at sucking him off. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it. I wanted to turn away, to stop, but I found myself still transfixed. Still stroking his c*ck. Earl's finger reached down and rested on my lips. His finger pushing against my lips, pushing until his finger entered my mouth. In a matter of seconds, I found myself sucking on his finger. His finger exploring my mouth. "You have such a pretty mouth Will. I want you to kiss my c*ck. Let me feel your pretty lips on my d*ck," he coaxed. I felt his hand pressuring behind my neck, pulling my head closer and closer until my lips touched his c*ck, warm on my lips. My mouth now touching his d*ck. It seemed so surreal. This wasn't me. It was someone else as I felt my lips slide across the head, planting kisses on the crown, on the side of his hard c*ck. Then without any further encouragement I let his d*ck slide into my mouth, through my parted lips. I was sucking a c*ck. I never imagined I would ever do what I was doing but here I was. Sucking a c*ck of a man I had just met the day before. Then he instructed me how to please him. What he liked as I began to lose my inhibitions.