Undercover Deep Throat

By Tyler Cannon

Published on Oct 22, 2018

Bisexual

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Undercover Deep Throat

One particular day on a Friday evening, Vivian was musky with sweat. Her neck glistened in the light and made George hard in his trousers. She had gazed upon him longingly rather often today, and swished her hips from side to side on purpose when she moved.

Sometimes George stripped her ofher clothes with only his eyes, imagining very dirty thoughts. Despite all Vivian'ssplendor, he longed for something even tighter than his wife's pussy--he longedfor her ass. it was something he had always wanted to try. When he had askedhis wife, she turned him down instantly.

"I don't think I can fit your cock in there,"she'd chuckle, and then give George head because that pleased him 100% of thetime.

Ah,what does it matter, he thought to himself. Viv's a great lay either way. Plus, with the baby coming, soon I'll be a father. George was very proud to say the least. He had been raised by strictparents that valued southern traditions: marry a fine young woman, get herpregnant, and carry on the family name with integrity.

George could remember the way that his father was. The two had a toxic relationship. The thing was that in highschool, his interests were entirely different. Instead of bringing teenagegirls over, George would spend all of his free time amongst his home boys.

One kid in particular happened tobe the very best friend of George, and had been since elementary school. Hisname was Paul, and George could recall the way he looked as though no time hadpassed. Paul had bronzed freckled skin and bright green orbs. His eyes crinkledat the edges whenever he smiled, and as he matured this became one of hissignature features. Though many women found themselves enthralled by Paul inhis later years, he knew at a young age that he tended to lean in the otherdirection.

Anyhow, the two of them were inseparableand hung out so often that they were less like guests to one another's homes,and more like a part of each family respectively. They were together throughanything and everything.

Well, there comes a point in timewhere young lads experiment sexually, and that is just what they did. it didn'thappen right off the bat, but over time, the two would begin to experiment withone another, fondling each other's cocks with calloused, trembling fingers andsucking gently on each other's nipples. They noticed right away how guys'nipples could be just as sensitive as girls'.

The very first night George hadever touched a boy and been touched by one was on a night so cold, the windowswere frozen shut. a blizzard had roared in and placed thousands of citizens on housearrest for about a week. In the meanwhile, George had been forced to stay putat Paul's house for the duration. The two were having a blast playing videogames till the wee hours of the morning, when suddenly there had been a massiveblackout leaving families within a 50 mile radius without heaters. Paul and Georgehad seized up as many sweaters as they could wear without limiting mobility.This was the night that Paul said something that seized George's attention.

"Hey G-George," his teethchattered. "You know we've b-been friends f-f-for years, man, but we'venever even looked at porn together!"

"So?" George shook hishead and chuckled. What was his friend thinking? Besides, was there even enoughlighting for this?

"So watching porn with your homeboy is how you establish t-trusthaha. Plus, we can use candles for light. I have a few magazines under my b-bed."

"W-well," George murmured,blowing puffs of air into his fists. "I guess it is 3 in the morning. Your f-folkshave to be knocked out by now....Alright dude, if you s-say so. F-fuck it, let's look at some now. I'm freezingmy balls off, anyway."

And with that, Paul began to yankat a box beneath his bed. He withdrew a few magazines and tossed others backinto the box muttering to himself, "Nah, not this one," and "Hey,grab that lotion, will you." He motioned to the bottle on top of his deskas he settled on a page with a hot MILF giving head to some lucky guy.

When the two huddled close to thepages to observe the images in only the candlelight, instinctively they huddledclosely, as blood rushed to the skin. The warmth felt undoubtedly good for theboth of them.

Before much time had passed, the twobegan to retain body heat. Paul took off a couple layers of clothing and Georgehad a thought that he had never done something so intimate with anyone--hell, hewas still a virgin--but this was his best friend whom he trusted. He took off alayer and shuddered when the chill of the room reminded him of itsmercilessness.

Paul shifted in his seat and hisarm brushed against George's, providing much needed warmth. Oddly, the motioncaused George's crotch to stir a bit. Weird.

George shifted his eyes back to thepage and saw a young girl suckling on a muscle guy's pecs. It made him hard tosee a guy's tits being sucked. He unthinkingly grabbed his cock through hiscargo shorts.

"This is getting me hard,man," Paul said, rubbing his prick through his jeans. He turned to Georgewith his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and said, "You mind, bro?"

George shook his head no, so Paul tuggedoff his pants, leaving himself in only boxers and socks. He had already removedall other layers. George knew not to look, and yet he couldn't help but gaze uponhis friend in awe. Though they were only 15, Paul was already beginning todevelop abs--6 of them to be exact. His thighs were toned and muscular fromrunning the track at school all the time. Most importantly though, Georgenoticed almost instantly the brown, veiny flesh that had begun to peek out ofthe hole of Paul's boxers.

George's cock jumped a bit and hesqueezed it in response. He removed his own pants then, and shivered moreviolently than before. His nipples were erect in the cold.

"Hahaha, you always get so cold,G-man. Grab my sweater over there." Paul motioned towards the closet andGeorge did as he was told. He pulled the hoody on and zipped it up to justbelow his chest.

When George turned to sit back downagain, he witnessed Paul entirely exposed before him, stoking his cock furiouslywith a strong left hand. His pec bounced up and down and his bicep flexed witheach tug. George's cock throbbed uncomfortably in his briefs. it wanted sobadly to be free.

Almost as if he were in a sort oftrance, George sat back down beside his friend, but he was no longer interestedin the porn in the book. His fingers reached for flesh and found themselves restinggently on Paul's thigh. Paul raised his eyebrows but did not object. His eyesmet George's, and wordlessly, understood. Paul removed his hand from his cock,and guided George's own slowly onto it.

"Ohhh..." Paul sighedlightly at the touch. George pulled on his best friend's dick for many momentsbefore climbing out of the chair and slowly lowering himself onto the floor. Hewas patient, because while he didn't exactly know why he wanted so badly togive Paul head, he did want to besure that this was something Paul wanted too.

On his knees now, George stared atthe magnificent erection that was but inches away from his face. Paul's eyeswere closed as he waited in anticipation. George took his time--he didn't knowif a moment like this would ever happen again. He leaned in slowly, and wrappedhis lips around the head of Paul's cock and started suckling.

"Ahhhh, fuck," Paulmurmured happily. He had never had a guy suck his dick before. Plenty of girls,sure, but this moment was so erotic for him that he begun to leak pre-cum intothe wet, hot mouth of his best friend.

George pulled away from the dickheadand began to tongue at it in every single direction. He licked the slit too,bring paul close to the edge.

"Oh my god, bro...that feels sogood," he said, brows furrowed in ecstasy. George wrapped his lips on onlyone side of Paul's dickhead and suckled and licked. He could feel the way thatthe cock throbbed as he teased it in this way. He thought about how he enjoyedfondling his balls whenever he jerked off, so he used one hand to do so to Paul,and the other to stroke his cock, glistening dickhead still protruding out fromGeorge's lips.

"Oh my god, I'm so fuckingclose..." and at this statement Paul latched his hands onto George's head,pulling raw throat onto rock hard cock. The result was a throat so choked oncock that Paul came deep in his best friend's neck, forcing him to swallow.

He shook as he softened, and Georgewaited patiently as Paul pulled out of his throat.

"Damn dude, I'm not sure what cameover me. I just really wanted you to take my cock."

George wiped his mouth with theback of his hand and looked down at his crotch. He was so wet that it looked likehe had spilled something. He had cum in his briefs.

Yes, that was the first time that Georgehad ever fooled around with another guy, though it hadn't been the last. He hadmany experiences in essence trying to meet new people--especially men--but everythingchanged swiftly when George's father walked in on him blowing Paul one summerafternoon before baseball practice. It hadn't gone very well.

Needless to say, it resulted innever being allowed to see the man that had become like a brother to him, ever again. To ensure this, George wasforced to switch schools in the middle of his junior year. The thing was thatafter years of sucking each other off and giving each other hand jobs, Georgeand Paul had rather come to enjoy their after school activities. In fact, ithad eventually worked its way up to become a daily routine. Though little kidsoften experimented and ultimately meant no harm, Paul and George had agreedthat as young adults they should keep their sex life between them. And they had established at least one rule: nobutt sex. After all, they weren't gay--justreally great friends who didn't mind making each other feel good.

But the day that George's fatherfound out was brutal because the old man had seized Paul by the t-shirt, (mindyou, whilst the teen's cock was still semi-hard and dangling out from hispants) and threw him out onto the front porch steps yelling, "If I ever see your faggot ass around hereagain, I'll kill you!" He thenproceeded to grab George by the throat and best him senseless for his (in hisown words), "faggotry."

When George moved, he thought, Now's my chance to start over. I can go backto preferring pussy, just like I used to.

He finished high school and startedat university down in San Antonio, TX. That was where he met Vivian, curly redlocks and creamy skin--pussy as soft and smooth as honey whiskey. They marriedquickly and moved to north Texas upon graduation. George wasn't quite sure whenlife had started to pass him by, but he knew that he'd have to step up as a manto be a father.

"I'm heading off to work,honey," he called to his wife, who was jogging on an indoor treadmill. Shepaused the machine for a moment and stretched onto her tippy toes to reach George,who was easily half a foot taller than her. He planted a wet kiss onto her lipsand assured her that he would surely be horny after such a long day at theoffice, and that she should prepare her sexy lingerie for tonight. She giggledto herself and told her husband that she would even put on a little makeup.

At the office, George quicklyshifted to work mode and the day went relatively smoothly. Around 3 in theafternoon, he went to the restroom and noticed something unusual. Not only werethe urinals all out of order, but the one and only stall had a big red signthat had the words, "OUT OF ORDER" scrawled in messy handwriting. Thismeant that for the time being, only the 5th floor's stalls were available, andeveryone in George's office knew that that place was disgusting. Rumor had itthe restroom was never cleaned and thatsome men went there to "alleviate the stress of a long day." Georgepondered the situation but a full bladder demanded his attention, so the man tookthe elevator two floors up.

When he entered, it wasn't actuallytoo bad. Aside from a few used paper towels and such, the floors did not appearto be much more untidy than the 3rd floor restroom. He hurried to a stall totake a piss, and after a few moments, he noticed a great hole in the wallacross from the toilet. Huh. Maybe they needto fix the stalls in here too. But as he fazed more closely, he realizedthat it led into another stall.

Curious, George got down on oneknee to peek through the hole, but was interrupted by a massive black cockpeeping its hard head through the opening. It brushed passed his face and lipsbefore he even realized what had happened.

"Suck, it you faggotslut," muttered a deep, heavy voice from the other side of the wall. Thecock throbbed enticingly as the voice spoke, and George did not know what tothink. He instinctively looked around to make sure no one was watching beforeremembering he was in the privacy of a stall. Then, the middle aged man placedhis hands on either side of the hole with the erect dick. He leaned in,savoring this moment. God, he hadn't seen any dick besides his own sincemarrying Vivian. Would sucking a cockreally be cheating on her? Hethought of many things before the voice spoke again, the massive cock throbbingsimultaneously: "Don't make me tell you again to suck this dick, boy. I know yo' ass heard me."

George's crotch hardened at the waythat the stranger talked to him. It's notlike he knows who I am...." Thought the man then, and he leaned forward toplant a quick kiss on the cock.

"Uhhhn, that'sright. Get up on that dick, boy," came the voice again. George obeyed like agood boy, and began suckling at the dickhead. He worked his hands around therest of the cock and felt the flesh grow longer and harder as he tugged at it.He pulled more and more of the member into his mouth until its head threatenedto invade his throat.

George hadquickly grown harder than he had been in quite a long time--perhaps since hisyouth. He removed his hands from the dick and plunged it deep into his throat,whilst simultaneously unbuttoning his own pants and pulling his member free. Hestroked it in rhythm to his head motions; as he bobbed up and down the voicetrembled and the cock exploded into George's mouth, leaving hot, sticky, andsalty cum in the back of his throat. This brought George over the edgesimultaneously, and he shot his load onto the wall in front of him, shaking.The black cock began its hasty retreat from George's mouth and then the hole inthe wall. George could hear the sound of jeans being zipped back up and thestall opening and shutting quickly. Whoever it was didn't bother washing theirhands, and the sound of a heavy door swishing closed informed George that hewas alone. What had just happened was now over as quickly as it had begun.

When hearrived home that night, Vivian was dressed in red, see-through lingerie, makeupdone up like a sex icon. George did not tell her about what had happened, ofcourse. Instead, he planted wet, erotic kisses on his wife until his cock washard again, and then he slipped himself into her bare pussy and began to fuckaway all of his doubts and faggotry.

She moanedblissfully into the air and clenched on his dick so tightly that George groanedand pumped his wife full of his seed. They sank into the sheets and drifted offeffortlessly together, George dreaming about the hole in the wall and a familiarbrown cock burying itself deep into his throat.

The nextmorning came quickly, and the sun was so bright through the blinds that Georgehad to blink a few times before his eyes adjusted. "Good morning, handsome,"called the redheaded woman in the sheets beside him. She kissed his shoulderand rolled onto him, straddling his sides. She began to shrug the sheets off ofherself and George leaned in to kiss her lips and suckle her breasts. Stillnaked and sticky from the night before, the man pushed himself into hersuddenly, and she moaned into the air. George adored his wife's need for cock.She never objected when he needed to fuck, and she always took whatever he hadto give. He pumped her for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, afterher third or fourth orgasm, he filled pussy with the warmth of his cum.

After the twoof them showered, Vivian said, "Oh honey, look! Can't you see the baby bump?"and then proceeded to rub her swelling belly happily. George wrapped his armsaround her and crooned into her ear before dressing for work. They had a lightbreakfast and parted ways around 8 o' clock in the morning. George knew that hecouldn't go back to the restroom on the 5th floor...but it was all hecould think about. The anonymity of it was perfect and exactly what he needed.

He tried toget work done, but despite fucking his wife twice within the past twelve hours,he was easily as hard as steel. He shifted his dick through his pantsdiscreetly before hurrying off to the bathroom. To his dismay, the only one onhis floor was still out of order. He'd use the fourth floor if only it weren'tunisex. Too many people used it and caused it to be a terrible place tomasturbate. Plus, there was always a line. Finethen... Fuck it, I'll just...go to the 5th floor and be quick.

But when he took the elevator, alarge black man stood in it, leaning against the wall with colossal arms acrosshis chest. He stepped over a bit to make room for George before murmuring,"Which floor?"

George's heartstopped and his dick twitched. It was him.Had to be. George couldn't forget the silkiness of such a deep, masculine voice. "F-five," he stuttered. And the large man pushed a button, the doors closing shutbehind them.

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