Dead Drop Pt. 03

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Disclaimer

This story is fictional as are the characters. Everyone is at least 18 years of age and acting of their own free will.

Background

Mike is a 40-year-old married man who lives in the suburbs. Lately, Mike has been fantasizing about cock more than pussy. He connects with a man who is testing him to ensure that he is a worthy cock sucker.

Mike has been visiting a stranger's house and retrieving shot glasses full of cum from a dead drop in the stranger's mailbox. The stranger likes to watch via his ring camera.

Yesterday, Mike went a step further and went to the stranger's shed in the back yard where he swallowed three loads of cum and jacked off while the stranger watched through a second camera.

We catch up with Mike the next day when the stranger has agreed to let Mike suck his cock for the first time. Mike has been instructed to wear a collar and no underwear on his run over to the stranger's house.

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Mike Starts His New Routine

It was a few minutes after high noon, and I was out on the road taking my usual lunchtime run. I was making the grueling climb that was the first 10 minutes of my usual route. As usual, it was a hot summer day and I was running shirtless, working on my tan. What was unusual, was that today, I was wearing a 2-inch leather collar around my neck, and I was wearing no underwear under my dry weave running shorts. These new requirements were established yesterday by the stranger.

Fortunately, the grueling nature of the initial climb kept me from thinking sex, so my cock had not yet started to fill with blood. It still flopped around inside my running shorts in a manner that made it visible to anyone who happened to look. The collar, however, was completely obvious since I was not wearing a shirt. It bounced against my collar bone with every stride. Wearing a collar and no underwear were the terms I agreed to for a chance to suck the strangers big dick.

Even though I had a new uniform, the run passed by quickly. Fortunately, not many folks were out at noon on a workday. Except for one other woman runner I met out on my course. I wasn't subjected to too much humiliation due to my collar and near full frontal nudity. The woman runner just smirked and shook her head as she passed me going the opposite direction. I was wearing black shorts today, so my cock was less visible than if I had been wearing a lighter color. Still, you could clearly see my cock bouncing in my pants with every stride.

I rounded the turn onto Berkshire, I would be at the stranger's house in less than 10 minutes. My mind started to drift off picturing the stranger sitting with his big cock waiting for me to suck it for him and swallow when he came. Today would be the culmination of two days of tests to prove that I would meet his expectations. I couldn't wait to finally get a chance to quench my urge for cock. As I made my way toward Pleasant Avenue, I couldn't hold back the erection that was starting to show in my running shorts.

I looked down and saw my hard cock tenting my shorts, swinging back and forth with each stride. It was obscene. I increased my pace hoping that physical exertion would deflate my cock. It worked a little, but I was still showing a pretty obvious hard on as I made the turn on to Pleasant Avenue. I bolted down Pleasant Avenue passing a group of stay-at-home moms who were out talking in their front yards while their kids played. I didn't look at them, but I could feel their glares burning all over my body as they watched a collared pervert sporting wood sprint by.

"Put more clothes on, pervert!" one of the women yelled as I passed.

I didn't make eye contact, I just kept running until I was in front of the last house on the left. The white house with blue shutters. I quickly opened the mailbox and took out the shot glass that was waiting for me inside. While I faced the house, I quickly downed the cloudy, white substance and put the glass back in the mailbox. I didn't allow myself the time to feel the full effect of satisfying my fetish. Instead, I dashed passed the garage and into the back yard in case one of the angry mothers had followed me to see where I was going.

Mike Makes it to the Shed

I hustled across the backyard and quickly pulled the door open into the shed. Once inside, I flipped on the light and closed the door. Then, as I was instructed, I stripped off my shoes and socks, then removed my shorts leaving me naked except for my leather collar. I set my shorts on the workbench, when I did, I noticed two shot glasses full of semen waiting there for me. I assumed that the stranger would tell me when I could have them, so I waited for his instruction before I swallowed them.

I assumed my position on my knees with my hands behind my head as I waited for the stranger to arrive. The heat inside the shed was oppressive. Today's high temperature was expected to be ninety degrees with high humidity. It was easily a hundred degrees inside the shed. I knelt on the dirt floor waiting for the stranger to arrive.

"I'll be right there, bitch," said the voice from the ring camera, "You've followed my instructions exactly as I provided them. I will join you shortly to give you what you've been waiting to receive."

I was sweating profusely as I breathed in the hot, stale air inside the shed. Even though I was kneeling on a hard dirt floor, I was sporting a major hard on as I thought about finally getting a chance to suck the stranger's big, uncut cock. The wait seemed to last hours, but it was maybe five minutes before I heard the hinges on the shed door squeak and was momentarily blinded by the bright sunlight as a figure entered the shed with me.

The stranger entered the shed wearing a pair of swim trunks and a Jimmy Buffet t-shirt. He had blonde hair that he wore in a buzz cut. He was maybe 5'10" tall but he was very muscular, maybe 200 pounds of muscle. His shoulders were broader than mine and his legs were very muscular and defined. He was a powerful looking man who looked to be about 30 years old. He was carrying a small wooden box in his hands that he set on the workbench. Then he turned to address me.

"Well look at you, all naked and ready to be a good cocksucker," he said smiling.

He pulled over a stool from the work bench and sat down. He sat there looking at me on my knees. As he sat on the stool, his cock was at eye level for me. It became clear that I was going to be on my knees for a while.

"Why don't we get you started with a little more of what you desire to satisfy your fetish," he said, smiling as he grabbed one of the shot glasses off the bench.

He handed it to me and said please enjoy this while I watch.

I took the shot glass and looked him in the eye as I put the glass to my lips. It had obviously been sitting in the warm shed for a while. The aroma was overpowering but I still was going to swallow it to feed my growing fetish. I tipped my head back and let the white glob fall into my mouth. I swallowed it and licked the inside of the glass and handed it back to the stranger.

"You are a greedy little cum slut aren't you," he scoffed, "You already had a treat at the mailbox, and you swallowed this one down like this stuff grows on trees. It's a good thing my big balls make a lot of this stuff, or we'd have to find a few more guys to keep you from running out."

With two loads in my stomach and the stranger sitting in front of me, my libido was through the roof. I couldn't wait to see his big cock up close and personal. I put my hands back behind my head and waited to worship his big cock.

The Stranger Finally Brings the Goods

"We should probably get this show on the road," the stranger said, pulling off his t-shirt and displaying his large shoulders and pecs. His chest was hairless.

The stranger stepped off the chair and pulled off his swim trunks revealing his massive, shaved, uncut cock. My mouth dropped open as I saw the thick piece of meat hanging from his muscled pelvis. Underneath his big cock were a set of big hairless balls that swung as he moved around to take his seat back on the stool.

"I think you should start by sucking my balls and letting my cock rest on your face," the stranger said, "Once you get them nice and warmed up, I'll be able to produce lots of cum for you."

I crawled forward in the dirt and took his left testicle in my mouth. The stranger moved his cock, so it was resting on the middle of my face. It was long enough that it extended over my head. I moaned as I took his ball in my mouth and sucked it. The aroma of his sweaty sex was intoxicating.

After a while, I moved over to take his right testicle in my mouth. I was so ready to worship his cock after two days proving myself to be worthy. When I turned my head so I could address his ball sack, I could feel the collar rubbing on my neck reminding me that I was wearing it as a symbol of my submission.

"You are so anxious, aren't you," the younger man scoffed, "I can't understand how a married guy could ever build up this kind of thirst for cock and cum."

I was in my own world, working each of his balls into my mouth as he requested. I tried to take them both at once, but they wouldn't fit due to their massive size. Three of four minutes passed and the stranger's balls were glistening with my saliva.

"You've warmed them up nicely, slut," the stranger said, "I think you deserve another reward. Why don't you sit back on your haunches and open your mouth for me."

I did as the stranger asked, I sat back on my haunches and opened my mouth. I assumed he was going to stand up and face fuck me, but he paused.

"Why don't you tip your head back for me," the stranger requested.

I tipped my head back with my mouth open. I watched as he picked up the second shot glass and poured the big white glob that it contained into my mouth. I swallowed it down and then licked the glass as he held it for me.

"Thank you, sir," I said quietly.

"How do you feel, slut," the stranger asked, "If I'm not mistaken, I've provided you with three loads to feed your fetish already and we're just getting started."

I couldn't believe how horny I was after swallowing all that cum. I hadn't even sucked his cock yet and he was feeding my fetish in a way I couldn't have imagined. I reached down, reflexively, and started to stroke my cock. I was very close to blowing my load.

"Is my little pervert going to cum?" the stranger asked, laughing, "It's ok, you've shown that your libido is stronger than your post-orgasm shame. If you need to let your little cock cum, go ahead."

I wasn't fazed by the cock-size insult. I was too deep into my own lust for it to register. I felt my balls start to release and I knew I was about to cum.

"I'm going to cum, sir," I moaned urgently, and I pointed my cock downward toward the dirt.

I spasmed wildly as I released rope after rope of cum onto the shed's dirt floor. The orgasm was so strong I had to brace myself with one hand on the ground while the other continued to stroke my cock to sustain my orgasm.

"It looks like all that cum made you blow your top," the stranger laughed, "When you're done shaking, I think it's time for you to get to work on my cock."

Mike Finally Sucks Cock

With one hand still on my cock, I used my other hand to push myself off the ground and get myself in position to take the stranger's cock in my mouth. I savored the tip of his cock, letting my tongue work its way all around the hooded tip. I looked into the eyes of the stranger as I worshipped his cock on my knees. He watched me with a grin on his face and his hands on either side of my head.

"Look at my little pervert, all naked and collared sucking his master's cock," the stranger scoffed.

"How are your deepthroat skills, cunt?" the stranger asked, "Ever had eight inches down your throat?"

The stranger stood up from the stool with my head in his hands and started to take strokes into my mouth. The large head of his cock started to bang against the entry to my throat causing me to cough a little. I had never sucked a cock before, so I didn't really know what to expect. I'm not sure the stranger knew that I lacked experience, he was fucking my face like I was a well-travelled whore.

"I love fucking married guys with my big cock," the stranger chided, "You've got captive pussy at home, but here you are sneaking around, wearing a collar, just so you can suck my big dick."

I was starting to wonder if I had bitten off more than I could chew. The stranger clearly fucked a lot of guys with his big dick. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to live up to his expectations. The blonde man was going deeper into my throat now and his body was starting to become covered with sweat. Even though my post orgasm shame had set in, the erotic nature of what I was experiencing kept me fully in the game.

"Are you ready for more cum?" the stranger bellowed, "I cum quick the first couple times."

He thrust his hips forward and his thick, hooded cock head pierced the entrance to my throat. I instantly gagged causing him to pull back.

"C'mon slut, don't gag now, I'm about to cum," he scoffed, "You can't feed from my balls if you don't let me in your throat."

"Fuckin' take it, slut," he growled, "Make your wife proud and be good at something for once. Worship a my real man cock and make me cum!"

I was along for the ride at this point, the young stranger was using my head for his pleasure. My cock was back at full strength because I was so turned on by what was happening.

"Swallow, you desperate fag!" he hollered, and his legs started to spasm.

"OH....Fuck!" he bellowed as I felt a warm blast hit the back of my throat.

I stayed latched on his cock while he delivered the object of my fetish. I swallowed over and over as his cock blasted rope after rope into my mouth. My hand was on my own cock again stroking myself into a frenzy.

While the stranger continued to pump cum into my mouth my second orgasm of the session hit, causing me to spasm while the stranger's cock was still in my mouth.

I was reeling with lust as I enjoyed the satisfaction of swallowing more cum while I came at the same time. It was surreal. I felt like such a deviant slut who was driven to climax simply by swallowing another man's semen. The stranger had my head clamped in his hands as he continued to pump his cock into my face even after his orgasm subsided. After two orgasm and the five-mile run I had just completed in the heat, I was starting to feel a little lightheaded.

"Did swallowing my cum give my little slut another orgasm?" the stranger laughed, "You better save some of your own cum for your wife, or she is going to get suspicious."

It bothered me that he kept bringing my wife into the picture. Just mentioning her drove my post-orgasm shame into the rafters. I had finally sucked my first cock to completion, and it made me cum when I did. My fetish was very strong indeed, and it was clear that the stranger knew it.

"I have time to feed you one more time," the stranger said, "but I'm going to need a minute to recover."

I sat back on my haunches, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. As I looked down, I saw my cum all over my thighs and all over the ground around me. I looked up at the stranger and he was also covered in sweat. His big dick had a strand of cum hanging from the tip.

"Clean my cock, bitch," the stranger said, holding his cock out so I could suck the remaining cum from the tip and the shaft.

I leaned forward and sucked the hooded tip of his cock. Then I reached up and squeezed his cock from the base to tip to push out any cum that remained in his long shaft. I sucked it out and then took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. When he pulled out it was shiny but clean.

The Stranger has a Surprise

"Thank you, bitch," he commented, "While we're waiting, I brought you a little surprise from my cellar."

He reached over to the workbench and grabbed the wooden box he carried in with him when he first entered the shed. He pulled it closer to himself and then opened the box. From my angle, I couldn't see what was inside until he pulled out another shot glass.

"I like to save my loads in the refrigerator just in case I get an eager cum slut like you," the stranger explained, "These are still a little cold, you might find them refreshing with how hot it is in here."

He handed me another shot glass. It was still a little cold even though it had been in the hot shed for about 10 minutes. I looked at the stranger and put the glass to my lips, then I tipped my head back waiting for the white glob to fall into my mouth. But since it was so cold, it was so viscous it didn't pour out. It kind of tumbled in a firm blob into my mouth. The flavor was very powerful, probably because it had been sitting in the fridge for a few days and some of the water had evaporated.

"How many have you had, cunt?" he asked laughing.

I coughed and looked back at him, my eyes watering a little. I replied, "One at the mailbox, two more while I sucked on your balls, then the load you just fed me from your cock, now this cold one makes five I think."

"Well here, then, let's make it a half dozen," the blonde man said as he reached into the wooden box and pulled out another glass and handed it to me.

I took the glass and brought it to my lips. The aroma of this sample was much stronger than any of the others. I paused for a moment as my body reacted involuntarily. I had a very strong fetish, but this was starting to become excessive. Not to mention the fact that my post-orgasm shame was at its peak, and I knew that the stranger still expected me to suck out one more load.

"If you don't want it, we don't have to do this anymore," the young stranger said, "I have plenty of people who want to feed from this big dick."

I started to fear that I would lose my opportunity to be a regular cocksucker for this man. I took the sample and tipped it back waiting for the cold goo to tumble into my mouth. The taste was even stronger than the aroma. I gagged a little as it went down, but I managed to keep it down.

"How does that feel, slut, you look a little peaked," the stranger scoffed, "I have seven left in here, some of them are over a week old however, I don't know how good they will taste. I tell you what though, watching you gulp down my cum bank makes me hard as a rock."

I looked down at his cock and saw the pink head peeking out from under the hood. He was even harder than he was the first time I sucked him. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth again.

Mike Worships a Second Time

As I worked the stranger's cock from tip and down his shaft, the 6 loads of cum in my stomach had me feeling their effects. My libido was off the charts, but my stomach was taking issue with the nearly 8 ounces of cum that were rolling around in there.

"You're a tall guy with a great body," the stranger mentioned, "Maybe when you're finished sucking my dick, you'll be in the mood to get fucked."

I pulled off his cock and said, "I've never been fucked, I just have the urge to swallow cum."

"Never been fucked!" he laughed, "We're gonna have to change that."

I continued to worship the young stranger's big cock while he continued to banter.

"So, you just suck cock, that's it?" he asked.

"You're the first cock I've ever sucked," I answered, then took his cock back into my mouth all the way to my throat.

"I'm your first?" he said, laughing as if he didn't believe it, "Wow, you're getting a crash course, dude. You've swallowed more cum in the last 10 minutes than most faggots do in a month! It's a good thing you found me. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's producing semen. In fact, it's been a minute, why don't we give you another dose."