Shut Up and Suck! Ch. 01

Shut Up and Suck! Ch. 01

Note to readers: This story begins the cocksucking adventures of a horny young man whose need for cock and curiosity about an ad he read on a dating site leads him down a dark path of submission to two older men. If curiosity killed the cat, it can also lead to unforeseen consequences for cocksuckers, so beware...and read on!

This story contains scenes with Gay Male Dominance & Submission, cocksucking, gagging, throat fucking, ball sucking, and some cum and piss play.

Be Careful What You Wish For

I suppose the ad in a popular hookup site should have set off more alarm bells in my head, but I was too horny for cock at that point to care. I needed cock—any cock—to satisfy my lust, and I had been poring over explicit personals in the Men Seeking Men section when one ad in particular caught my eye.

It was blunt and to the point.

"Two Men Looking for a Submissive Faggot's Mouth to Use."

Whoa, I said to myself. I was intrigued and pulled up the full text:

"My Buddy and are straight white males in our forties; fit, masculine, with large hairy ball sacks that need draining on a regular basis. We're looking for a cocksucker to use repeatedly. You must be experienced sucking dick with little or no gag reflex. We expect you to swallow what we give you to swallow. No bitching or moaning or the deal is off. If you think you can accommodate our needs, send us your stats with a pic of your nude body. It we're interested, we'll get back to you with contact instructions. Looking to meet this Friday night."

As I read the ad, I could feel my cock start to swell, and images appeared in my mind of two thick meaty cocks with hairy ball sacks swinging in front of my face.

What the hell? Are these guys for real? I thought.

Okay, so they're a bit demanding. This could be fun in a kinky way. But two guys?

I had never sucked off two men at the same time, but I had fantasized about doing so many times, and I was genuinely curious about what it would be like. I thought to myself, you only live once.

Damn I was horny.

I responded to the ad with my age and stats (I'm 27, 5 ft. 9 in., 168 lbs.), and told them I was a fairly experienced cocksucker (true) with good deepthroat skills (not entirely true) who wanted to try taking on two cocks at once (true). I included two pics with my reply—one of my torso showing my well defined abs and lower groin with my cock at rest, and the other a pic of me on all fours with my ass up and head down—a position I had been complimented on by many men before. I had only been fucked in the ass a few times, but most of the guys I hooked up with said they loved my ass, especially when they were looking down on me as I sucked their cock.

I sent the reply off and waited.

About fifteen minutes later I got a ping on my phone indicating I had received a new email. I opened my in-box and saw the reply I was waiting for. My heart raced as I thought to myself, do I really want to open this? What if these guys are psychos and I end up cut into little pieces in some dumpster?

My curiosity and need for cock overruled my fear of the unknown. I opened the reply.

"My buddy and I liked your body pics. If you really are a submissive cocksucker and are willing to do everything we tell you to, send me your cell number and we'll text you Friday evening where and when to meet us. We look forward to using your faggot mouth repeatedly. My name is Riley and my buddy is Decker. Here are some pictures of our dicks you can salivate over before we meet you."

There were two attachments at the bottom of the email: one was a large, thick, veiny cock with a huge hairy ball sack underneath, surrounded by thick black pubic hair. The second pic showed another thick cock, darkish with a purplish pink cockhead nestled in a dirty blonde pubic bush. The balls looked similarly big and heavy. My mouth started to salivate as I looked at the pics.

I took in a deep breath and thought to myself, okay, I'm game if they are.

I sent my reply with my cell phone number and told them how much I'd love to suck both their cocks.

I Meet My 'Dates' Riley and Decker at the Bar

Friday couldn't come fast enough for me. I was distracted at work—I'm a full time trainer at the county gym—and the hours seemed to creep by. After I finished my shift helping a middle-aged woman with her leg, core, and back exercises, I left for home, showered, ate some re-heated pasta that I had made earlier in the week, and waited.

I must have drifted off watching the news when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Riley.

"Be at The Tavern tonight by 9:00 pm. Sit at the bar, order a drink for yourself and wait. Wear a pink shirt so we'll be able to pick you out in the crowd."

I replied that I would be there by nine and would be at the bar as they had specified.

The Tavern was one of the more popular bars in town, and was always packed with people. I didn't know how I was going to identify Riley and Decker, but if I wore pink, I was pretty sure they'd know who I was.

I put on some jeans, my new blue sneakers, and a pink polo shirt I usually wore with shorts in the summer. Since it was a bit chilly at night, I brought a fleece pullover as well, but planned not to put it on unless I really needed it. I wanted to be visible to my 'dates.'

Since The Tavern was only a few blocks from my apartment, I decided to walk.

I got to the bar about quarter to nine. I sat down and ordered a beer on tap from the bar tender.

As I was waiting for my beer, I scanned the place. There were lots of people—singles, groups of two, three, or more—but no one obviously stuck out as my 'dates.' The bar tender placed my beer mug in front of me and I took a few sips.

I started watching a football game on one of the many TV screens peppered around the bar. After several minutes of sipping beer and watching television, one of the bar tenders placed a shot of whisky and a note in front of me.

"This is from the two gentlemen over at the corner table, the booth against the back wall," he indicated their location by raising his chin in the direction of the table.

I turned and looked in the far corner of the bar and saw two men in their mid-forties in a booth raising their glasses to me. I raised my hand in thanks for the whiskey, then opened the note.

"Okay cocksucker. We're here and ready to meet you. Drink the whiskey we sent over, then come and join us in the corner booth."

I quickly downed the shot of whiskey, grabbed my beer and walked over to the corner booth.

"Hi guys," I said casually.

"Why don't you pull up a seat," said the first man, who I guessed was Riley. He was about 45, with short black hair and a trimmed, thick black beard. He was wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, well-worn jeans, and black boots. He had forearms like a bear and large, meaty hands. His eyes were a deep brown and framed by thick black eyebrows.

I sat down across from him next to the second guy, Decker, who was in his early 40s I guessed, with a blonde buzz cut. He looked like a construction worker with large shoulders and a deep tan. He was clean shaven except for a thick, Robert Redford '70s style mustache and sideburns. I got the sense that he wasn't much of a talker.

Although they were sitting in the booth, I guessed that both men had to be at least 6 foot tall or more.

"I'm Riley, and this is my buddy Decker," he gestured with his right hand to his friend, who gave me a nod as I turned my face towards him.

Riley smiled at me. "You must be our cocksucker," he said matter-of-factly.

"Um, yes...I guess so. I'm Danny. Pleased to meet you." I sounded awkward, not knowing what to say to these two men. Riley's casual use of the word cocksucker in such a crowded place also threw me off a bit.

"Likewise. Have you ever done a two-on-one Danny?" asked Riley.

"Uhh...no, but I've thought about it a lot and wanted to try it," I replied, sheepishly.

"Good. We're sort of masters of the art of two-on-one. Decker and I are roommates so we've got a lot of experience bringing young faggots like you back to our place to use for the night. Are you still interested?"

I gulped hard and stammered.

"Ye...yes! I want to do this!"

"Good boy. We can be a bit...demanding...but you'll learn about that later. Let's all finish our beers and I'll order another round of whiskey so we can all get comfortable with one another."

Riley signaled to the waitress for another round of shots.

I sat, drinking my beer, feeling the warm buzz of alcohol starting to envelop me.

The two men sat silently also drinking their beers. Riley kept looking over at me, evaluating whether or not I was worth the time, I guessed.

The next round of shots arrived. I took mine and raised it along with Riley and Decker.

Riley said, "Here's to a whole lot of fun tonight, Danny."

I downed the shot and thought to myself, fun for you, yes. Fun for me? That remains to be seen.

I was clearly nervous.

Riley picked up my vibe. "Look, I can see you've got some trepidation, not knowing us. But we're both hardworking blue collar guys that just love to get our rocks off with younger guys. If I sound gruff and order you to do things, that's because it turns me on and hopefully, also the guy whose mouth is latched on to my dick. So relax, we won't do anything to hurt you. In fact I think you might really love what we have planned for you."

His words did put me at ease. Or maybe it was the alcohol. At any rate, I have to say I was a bit turned on by the thought of being ordered around by these two studs.

Riley Sizes up My Cocksucking Skills in the Toilet

After a few more minutes of drinking our beers, Riley and Decker drained their mugs, and I did the same, following their lead

Riley's eyes bored into mine as he gave me a serious look.

"Okay here's how it's going to work cocksucker," he said. "We are going to head down to the toilet now and I'm going to try out the merchandise. If I like what I see, and you've got the skills, we'll take you to our place and use you like a cheap alley whore well into the night. If you don't meet our expectations, we'll let you know and you'll be free to go."

I was stunned for a moment. No one had ever talked to me before so bluntly about sex.

Did they think I was a cheap slut to be used as they pleased? I thought to myself.

I stammered. "Umm...okay that sounds fine. Don't you want to go somewhere more private though?"

Riley smiled at me. "If you want our cocks tonight, you'll do as you're told. Otherwise we're done here."

I burst out, sounding a bit desperate. "No, that's not what I meant...I umm...never mind...okay let's go...just tell me what you want me to do."

Riley smiled, knowing his threat to withhold their cocks had worked. He got up from his side of the booth. Following his lead, I did the same from my side of the table, and Decker slid out of the booth behind me. The three of us made our way to the back of the bar with Riley in the lead. We headed towards a swinging black door over which hung a sign reading "Toilets."

I was aware of several men staring at us—two large middle-aged men leading a smaller, twenty-something kid towards the back of the bar. I wondered if they had any idea what was going on.

I followed Riley down a dimly lit hall and saw the sign to the men's room on the left. Decker had his hand at my back, gently prodding me down the dark hallway. Riley opened the door, stepped in, and held the door for me and Decker. It was a fairly large and well-lit bathroom with several urinals on one side, a bank of sinks in the middle, and several stalls divided by gray metal walls. No one was in the bathroom. Riley walked up to the largest stall at the end, the one for handicapped people, and stepped inside. I followed him with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Decker stepped behind me and I heard him lock the metal door with a loud 'snap.'

Riley looked at me. "Pull your pants and underwear down."

It was an order, not a request.

I sheepishly unbuttoned my jeans, opened the fly, and slid my hands down the insides of my underwear, slowly peeling off my clothes so my pubic bush was visible. I paused for a second.

"Keep going."

I slid my jeans and underwear all the way down to my ankles and stood there, naked from the waist down. Despite my nervousness, my cock was already at half-mast and engorging with blood.

"Turn around. Let me see your ass."

I slowly turned around, a bit awkwardly since my pants and underwear were now around my ankles.

"Nice legs and ass. You look like you work out a lot."

I nodded anxiously, but I was proud of my taut, lithe body. "Yes. I work out all the time and train people at the local gym."

"Good. Keep that up. I like to use a cocksucker who's in shape. Now turn around and face me."

I turned to face Riley, shuffling my feet a little with my pants acting as binders on my ankles.

"Get on your knees."

The moment of truth, I thought. I kneeled down on the hard tiled floor at Riley's feet. He was wearing dark work boots, Redwings I think. Everything smelled like piss in the stall, but I was so hungry for cock I focused, laser-like, on Riley's bulge.

"Let's see what you can do with that mouth."

Riley was smiling as he slowly unzipped his pants. He opened the fly, and started fishing out his cock and balls from the white briefs he was wearing. His cock was already half-hard and nestled in a thick dark bush. It looked huge and veiny. He pulled his ball sack out and it hung there, proud and full and ready for milking.

"Open up, bitch."

I was salivating I was so hungry for cock. I opened my mouth wide and Riley guided the pink cockhead towards my lips. His cock was about seven inches long already. It was also thick with blue veins visible on the underside. I took in his musk and my own cock got harder as I inhaled his scent. He pushed the tip of his cock past my lips. I could taste sweat and a hint of piss. I loved it. I held the cock there, savoring the musky, manly flavors I so craved. He was oozing pre-cum, which I felt dripping slowly at the back of my tongue and sliding down my throat.

"You like that cocksucker?" Riley asked.

I nodded my head vigorously, carefully keeping his cockhead in my mouth.

"Good. Look up at me while my dick is in your mouth."

I tilted my head slightly upwards so I could look up into Riley's eyes, keeping his cock in my mouth with gentle suction.

"Now I'm going to test your sucking and throating skills. If you pass the test, Decker and I will give you the ride of your life tonight. Fair enough?

"Yesh...Wiwee"...I sputtered, holding his thick cock in my mouth while trying to pronounce his name.

"Good. Now you said you could deepthroat so I'm going to see if you meet my standards."

Riley placed his huge right hand at the back of my head, and pushed my skull down slowly on his cock. I could feel the cockhead at the entrance to my throat. I gagged slightly, willing myself to relax and open up for him. He kept pushing my head down steadily but relentlessly until I felt my lips touching his thick black pubic hair. My hands instinctively reached up to provide leverage on his thighs in case I started to choke.

"Uh-uh...no hands cocksucker. Decker, hold him."

I felt Decker from behind me grab my wrists and fold them down behind my back where he held them in the strong grip of one of his hands.

"That's it cocksucker. Keep the dick in your throat. I'm lubricating it with my pre-cum and then I'm going to throat fuck you."

I tried not to panic as I held the cock in my throat for 10 seconds...20 seconds...30 seconds. I thought I was going to pass out for lack of air.

"Unnnhhhh" I gasped as Riley grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head off his cock. There was an audible 'pop' sound as the cockhead left the tight seal of my throat. A long string of thick saliva stretched from the tip of his cock to my lips. I noisily gulped down a lungful of oxygen. The sound of my gasping for air echoed loudly in the bathroom.

Riley was smirking as we heard the bathroom door open while I was inhaling. Someone had entered and I could hear their footsteps on the tile as they walked over to the urinals.

I was mortified to think a complete stranger had probably heard my throat noises on this big cock that I was servicing on my knees.

Riley looked down at me and matter-of-factly said, "Don't mind him cocksucker. We use this toilet all the time to test out our mouth whores, don't we Decker?"

Decker responded, evidently amused as well, "Yep. This is kind of our interview room for cocksuckers." Both men chuckled softly.

We could hear the man loudly pissing into the bowl of the urinal. He sounded like a horse from where I was kneeling.

I whispered to the men, "Shouldn't we wait until the bathroom is empty again?"

Riley smiled down at me. "Not necessary cocksucker. Now shut up and suck."

With that he thrust his cock back in my mouth and down my throat.

"Glug...glug...glug...." Throat noises echoed in the bathroom as another patron walked through the door and over to the urinals to relieve himself. Riley started to move his hips, pistoning his cock into my now well-lubricated throat. He had both hands on the sides of my head, holding me firmly in place so he could fuck my throat more deliberately. Decker held my wrists tightly with one hand, and with the other hand I could feel his middle finger start probing my asshole. He pushed his finger up my anus. I squealed in surprise, and both men chuckled again.

They were clearly a team act.

The man at the urinal was pissing loudly while whistling to himself, apparently oblivious to the gurgling noises my throat was making in response to Riley's relentless throat fucking.

Despite--or perhaps because of--the humiliation, my cock was throbbing with excitement and I was as hard as a diamond. Riley kept pumping his hips and his cock roughly went into and out of my throat. He was using my mouth and throat like a wet cunt, rapidly pushing his rod in and out, in and out. I got into a rhythm of breathing in air as the cock pulled out of my throat. Decker kept diddling my asshole with his finger, mirroring Riley's thrusts with thrusts of his own. My hands were pinned to my back so I stayed there on my knees and took both the cock and finger in my holes.

Riley pumped my throat for another ten minutes like that, but it seemed like an eternity for me as I was concentrating on breathing when he would let me and relaxing my throat when his dick filled my esophagus. Saliva was dripping down my chin onto the floor.

All of a sudden his cock felt like it was twitching and his heavy ball sack started to tighten and move towards the base of his groin.

Time for the gravy, I thought to myself.

Almost on cue, Riley started bucking like a stallion. He grunted loudly as the first blasts of jizz came out of his thick cock like a cannon. Cum rounds were plastering the back of my throat and instantly I felt the heavy semen load rapidly filling the back of my mouth.

This guy comes like a horse, I thought to myself.

I focused on keeping my lips sealed around his cock and told myself I would not let a single drop escape the reservoir of my mouth. My lips were the Hoover Dam to his spunk load.

Semen kept filling my mouth. I did a quick half swallow to make room for more of his jizz.

"Ahh...get it all cocksucker. You're gonna swallow everything we give you so keep the dick in your mouth. No spilling or you'll lick it up off this nasty floor. This is your first test. You do this right, and we may use you some more tonight."