Straight No More: Getting Ahead

Straight No More: Getting Ahead

Summary: Straight man's interview includes taking cock in both holes.

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Straight No More: Getting Ahead

This was the biggest opportunity of my career. A shot at joining the most respectable law firm in Seattle. I had already gone through two preliminary interviews and today was the big day.

I felt very confident I would get the job.

The interview lasted over two hours, and by the time it was done I no longer felt as confident. The interview went well, yet a lot of their questions were a bit strange. For example:

-Are you willing to do whatever it takes to close a deal?

The question itself was obvious, of course.

Yet the follow up question had me slightly perplexed.

- On that note, are you willing to do things that may upset your wife if she found out?

The question was strange and I joked that I often upset my wife.

One of the partners, Mark, an Italian, pointed out, as if to clarify the oddity of the question, "It's just that you must understand that what happens at the firm, stays at the firm."

Jim, one of the two black partners, added, his tone ominous, "Especially concerning our after work meetings."

"Yes, especially those," Mark agreed.

A few more questions and they asked me to step outside for a few minutes as I tried to wrap my head around the strange questions and peculiar tone that accompanied them.

A few minutes became half an hour which at first had me thinking the longer they talked the better, then I realized that the longer they talked the more likely they had questions about me.

Finally, as my anxiety grew, Mark came out and asked, "Can you stick around for a while?"

"Of course," I nodded, willing to sleep over if I had to.

"Great," Mark nodded. "Sarah here will give you a tour while we finish up some last minute issues."

"Okay," I nodded, as a busty blonde walked out of the office.

"Come with me, Simon," she offered, leading the way in a tight leather skirt and black seamed pantyhose, the kind you never see anymore.

Half an hour later, introduced to a ton of people whose names I wouldn't remember, including two more partners, Arron and Bobby, I was back where we started.

I was brought back into the big interview room where Mark, Jim and now, the head of the firm, Oliver, were sitting.

Oliver greeted me jovially, "My boys here say you are a perfect candidate for the firm."

"That is great, sir," I nodded, thrilled to hear those words.

"This is a very close knit family here, Simon, there are no sirs here," he explained, before adding again ominously, "although at our after work meetings you may meet a few sirs."

Both Mark and Jim broke into laughter at an inside joke I didn't understand.

"Okay, Oliver," I nodded.

"Great," Oliver announced. "Now, Sarah will have a contract for you to sign tomorrow, but first I insist you come and join us for some relaxation."

"Of course," I agreed without hesitation.

"Excellent," Oliver nodded. "Boys, take Simon with you and I will meet you there in a while."

I was curious where we were going, but I just followed along, happy to be close to being hired. When we got downstairs, a car was waiting for us. I asked, "We have a driver?"

"It's better for discretion," Jim answered, which really only confused me more. But not wanting to look like a novice, I just went along with it.

Fifteen minutes later we were pulling up to a place called Steamworks. It wasn't a restaurant like I thought we would be going to, but I thought it may be a strip club...ironically I was kind of right.

Jim stressed as we walked into the building, "Just be casual, Simon."

"Of course," I laughed, casually, even though his words were again ominous.

Inside, I realized it was indeed a club...seemingly an exclusive strip club, as Jim nodded to the Brad Pitt lookalike at the entrance who greeted, "Welcome back, Jim, Mark. And who is the new recruit?"

"Simon, he may be our newest associate," Mark replied, before adding, "just add him to our monthly."

Jim added, "If all plays out as expected here."

Again his tone was ominous, as if I still had a test to a strip club.

"Welcome, Simon," the ridiculously good looking guy said, not that U was remotely interested in men at the time, I just could tell when a guy was good looking.

"Thanks," I nodded, the treatment very strange.

"You will leave here a different man," he added, again adding to the strange undertones that this day was filled with.

Jim laughed, "That's the truth."

Mark said, "Let's go hit the sauna."

"Sauna?" I asked, "I didn't bring any trunks."

"It's a men's only club," Jim laughed, "you don't need any trunks."

I wanted to protest...I don't get naked with other men usually, yet I didn't want to lose out on my dream job because I was seen as a prude. "Oh, okay," I nodded, pretending to be all right with the awkward situation...still unaware of what kind of club this was. I assumed at the time it was a YMCA type of place.

The attendant gave us towels and I followed along down a long hallway that had a bunch of rooms, a few closed, others open. Glancing inside I realized these were not normal rooms but private rooms like you would see at a strip club...but this wasn't a strip club...suddenly the light bulb went on inside my head. I was in a gay club. A chill went up my spine at all the ominous comments and anxiety began to hit me at the prospect that they expected me to perform some sort of sex act.

We reached the lockers and Mark and Jim both began undressing while I stood there unsure what to do.

Jim, shirt off, said, although it sounded like an order, "Get undressed, Simon. Otherwise the sauna isn't overly comfortable.

I laughed, again trying to be casual when in reality I was freaking out, "Yes, I guess I would stick out like a sore thumb."

"Oh," Jim added, "you already stick out."

I began taking off my tie as the other two began dropping their trousers. I had seen many men naked before, as I had played college football and worked out at the gym almost daily, yet somehow this was different. I mean, I have seen men naked often, yet never even gave a second thought to it. For example, I have seen my good friend Barry naked a thousand times at the gym, yet I couldn't tell you if he has a big or small cock. Yet, as I finished taking off my dress shirt, Jim tugged off his underwear and I was staring at his massive black cock.

I quickly looked away not wanting to give any remote hints that I was anything but 100 percent straight. I finished undressing, never looking towards either of them, as I heard locker doors open and close.

Jim said, "You can put your clothes in locker seventy-three, Simon."

"Okay thanks," I nodded, looking up and seeing him looking directly at me now only in my underwear.

Mark said, as if sensing my trepidation, "Don't worry, Simon, no one here bites."

"Unless you ask them to," Jim added with a laugh.

I couldn't help it, I glanced down again to see his flaccid cock dangling between his legs, which seemed bigger flaccid than mine was erect.

"No worries," I shrugged, as I took off my underwear to reveal to them, if they were looking, a very small, shrivelled up cock.

I put my clothes in the locker, and followed them out of the locker room and shower area to a steam room. It was massive. You could stand or sit and it even had a large television in it. When I glanced to see what was on, expecting sports highlights, I gasped as I saw a white guy taking black cocks in both his mouth and ass. I immediately looked away even as my own cock began to grow against my will.

I begged for it to behave itself, getting an erection in front of a group of men, was definitely not what I wanted...especially at a gay club. A couple men were sitting relaxing, and seemed to be watching us. I continued to follow Mark and Jim as they walked across the steam room.

I gasped a second time as I saw an older man, easily in his sixties, sucking a much younger man's cock. I had never seen a live sex act not involving myself ever...never mind a gay one.

Jim said, "Hey, Calvin."

"Hey Jim," Calvin nodded enjoying the blow job, "Whose the fresh meat?"

"Our newest potential hiring," Jim answered, before adding, "if he passes the last part of the interview."

Calvin laughed, as the old man never stopped bobbing on his cock, "Well, you do have a very through hiring process."

I couldn't believe I was watching this old man suck cock, seemingly not remotely embarrassed to have others watching while he did it; I also couldn't help but feel excessive trepidation at their discussion and the implications I assumed went with it.

Calvin added, now looking at me, "Looks like your new recruit is excited about completing his oral interview."

My face went beet red at the obvious implication and the reality that my cock was almost completely hard.

Jim looked down at my crotch and smiled, but didn't say anything.

I followed along through the sauna and saw there were also glory holes to the one side. Most were empty but one young man was sucking on a cock.

Shockingly, frustratingly, my own cock was now completely stiff...even though the idea of sucking cock was repulsive and the idea of being sucked by a guy definitely felt like cheating on my wife.

Mark and Jim both finally sat down in a somewhat secluded area and Mark began, "Simon, do you believe in loyalty?"

"Of course," I said, still standing, unsure what to do.

Jim clarified, "We mean utter loyalty."

"Sure," I said, although my tone was more a question than an answer.

Mark continued, "You see, our firm is very busy and we often don't see our wives enough...but we still have needs that must be taken care of."

"Okay," I said, unsure whether he was explaining why we were here or what he expected from me.

Jim asked, "Have you ever sucked cock before?"

Even though the question shouldn't have come as a surprise with all that had led up to it, still I was stunned as I stammered, "P-p-pardon?"

"I'll take that as a no," Jim chuckled, amused.

Mark explained, "You see Simon, as he began to explain, we believe in creating a very close knit group, one where trust and loyalty overrides everything else."

Just then a rather flamboyant young man walked in, dropped to his knees and took Jim's cock in his mouth without a word.

Jim continued, as if he wasn't getting his cock sucked by a young man, "So we need to see how far you are willing to go to show your utter loyalty to your new associates."

I heard 'new associates' and understood instantly that if I wanted to join this prestigious firm, I would have to submit sexually. Although I had never even remotely considered man on man sex, my cock was undeniably stiff as I witnessed the gay sex acts that had confronted me...which only confused me more.

I asked, even though I knew the answer, "You want me to suck your cock?"

"Well, that will be part of your duties," Jim nodded.

"Part?" I asked, my shock and awkwardness clearly amusing him.

"Yes, as the newest member you would provide sexual release for all our elder associates when requested," Jim informed me, the cascade of expectations hitting me like Niagara Falls crashing down on me.

Matt added, seemingly playing good cop to Jim's bad cop, "It's not as extreme as Jim makes it sound."

"I'm not sure I understand," I said, even as I continued glancing down at the man bobbing on Jim's big cock. I couldn't fathom how anyone could take that much in their mouth. Many girls gagged on my average six inch cock.

Jim, as if reading my mind, said, "It's okay, I don't expect you to take all nine inches in your mouth the first time." After a pause, he added, "They do say, though, that practice makes perfect."

"I'm not gay," I clarified.

"Neither are we," Jim replied. "We each have beautiful wives."

"My wife wouldn't understand," I pointed out, desperate to get the job and not have to suck cock.

Mark countered, "We don't tell our wives of our Steamworks excursions, and most men here are not gay."

"Really?" I asked, trying to comprehend how that could possibly be true.

"What happens at the Steamworks, at the office or on trip stays at the Steamworks, at the office or wherever we go," Jim added.

"There are a few types of men who come here. One, the guy who adamantly declares he is straight, but loves to suck cock."

"That doesn't even make any sense," I countered.

"It shouldn't," he nodded, "I once thought the same thing. Yet, there are many who fit this description. They won't kiss a guy, they won't allow themselves to be sucked and they definitely won't do anal, yet they love sucking cock," as Mark continued his explanation.

Jim then continued, "You'd be surprised how many men actually fit this description. I'm sure you will meet Adam later today, he is a regular."

"Yes, Adam is the perfect example," Mark continued, flowing freely from Jim as if they were the same person. "Adam is an accountant, married and has five children, yet he is also the best cocksucker here."

"I can't fathom such a person," I said.

"And when you meet him, you would never think he loves nothing better than a cock in his mouth," Jim added.

Mark continued, "The second type is the flamboyant, obviously gay type who loves to suck and be fucked, like our boy Cody here. Isn't that right Cody?"

Cody allowed Jim's stiff cock to slip out of his mouth, shiny with his saliva, as he turned to me and said, his voice so stereotypically gay he could be the poster boy for the movement, "Yes, nothing better than cock in my two fuck holes."

I stared at him, stunned by the phrase 'fuck holes', as he glanced at my cock. "Did I get you that hard?"

I stammered, uncomfortably, "N-n-no."

He moved from Jim and knelt in front of me, grabbing my cock. His voice disconcertingly high, he asked, "Will I be your first cocksucker?"

I was about to protest, when my cock disappeared in his mouth. My eyes went big at the thought of a clearly gay man sucking my cock while men I admired and wanted to work with watched. I also couldn't believe how good his mouth much better than my wife or any other woman who had ever given me a blow job.

Mark, as if reading my mind, explained, "Men give way better blow jobs than women, just as women, I assume, eat pussy way better than men."

Jim chimed in, "Yes, like who the fuck cares where the g-spot is."

I wanted to talk, to pull my cock out of this guy's mouth, yet whatever he was doing by creating extra saliva was making the pleasure so intense all I could do was enjoy it.

Just then, a middle aged man came in and asked, as casual as if he was asking someone if they wanted to play pool, "Does anyone here want their cock sucked?"

"We were just talking about you, Adam," Mark said.

"All good things, I hope," he responded, looking exactly like an stereotypical as that sounds.

"Telling our new potential associate about the straight cocksucker theory," Mark explained.

Adam chuckled loudly, his pot belly shaking, "You and your straight cocksucker theory."

"Do you allow anyone to suck you off?" Mark asked.

"Just my wife," he answered, before adding with another belly laugh, "on my birthday or when she is really drunk."

"And you don't give or receive in the ass?" Mark continued.

"God, no," he said disgusted.

"But you love a nice cock in your mouth?" Mark questioned.

"Nothing better," Adam agreed without a hint of shame.

"And you love to swallow load after load of cum," Mark added, looking at me.

"It tastes better than wine," he nodded, moving to Mark and adding, "on that note, I think I will retrieve my first load of the day."

Jim joked, "Getting a late start today?"

Adam, strangely comfortable with the reality that he was a cocksucker, quipped as he dropped to his knees, "I'm surprised I'm not shaking from going through withdrawal."

Jim added, witty as usual, as Adam took Mark's cock in his mouth, "Well, go and get a withdrawal."

I watched Adam suck Mark as Mark explained, acting natural, "Adam won the cocksucking showdown last year."

I moaned, not in reaction to Mark's words, but the amazing sensations this cocksucker was giving me.

"Better than your wife?" Jim asked.

"God, yesssss," I admitted, my balls beginning to boil.

"He will swallow or take it on his face, the real faggots are cum crazed cum buckets," Jim added.

His words somehow made the dirty act naughtier and I grunted as I spewed my cum down his throat a few seconds later. My wife didn't swallow, so the opportunity to get a blow job to completion for the first time since college was too good an offer to refuse.

He kept bobbing, not slowing down at all, until every last drop of my cum was in his belly.

Finally, he allowed my cock to slip out of his mouth and he looked up at me and said, all high pitched and sincere, "Thanks."

"You're welcome," I absurdly replied.

He turned back to Jim but Jim said, "Maybe later, it's time for our new recruit to finish his interview with a little bit, well actually a lot, of dictation."

Everyone laughed as I stood there realizing all that stood between me and my dream job was sucking a black cock.

Just then I heard voices behind me, "Did we miss the sealing of the deal?"

I looked behind me to see the other two partners I had met briefly during my tour.

Jim said, "Your timing is impeccable."

Bobby, a ridiculously good looking guy, said, "Thank God, I will no longer be low cocksucker on the totem pole."

Jim quipped, "Don't worry, Bobby, I won't let that mouth of yours get neglected."

Arron, the other black partner, complained, "Why do you always get to break in the new cocksucker?"

Being called a cocksucker was a huge slap in the face and Mark apologized, "It's okay Simon, we're all is not meant as a derogatory term."

Oddly, that seemed to help. I wasn't gay...I was just doing what I had to do to get ahead...pun women have had to do their whole existence.

Jim answered Arron's question, "First come, first serve."

I watched the very straight looking Adam bob on Mark's cock and thought 'well, I guess I could be a straight cocksucker.'

"Come on, Simon, join the team," Jim offered, pointing his big cock at me.

Silently, I moved the few feet to him, tentatively dropped to my knees and was staring at his big cock, which looked even bigger when it was directly in front of me. 'It's just lke sucking a lollipop...a live lollipop', I thought to myself.

"Don't worry, it won't bite," Jim joked.

"And you better not either," Arron quipped from behind.

I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and took his cock between my lips.

"There you go," Jim moaned, as the first couple inches of his cock went into my mouth.

I have since read a plethora of stories about straight men who become cocksuckers and, unlike most of those, my mouth didn't water when I first saw cock, I didn't eagerly want to try it and I didn't immediately feel like sucking cock was natural...what I did feel was awkward. His cock was super hard and much thicker than I anticipated...nothing like a lollipop. I slowly moved back and forth taking only the first inch or two in my mouth, the mushroom top feeling strange between my lips.

Jim instructed, after a couple minutes, when I was scared to take more into my mouth, scared I would gag on his cock, "Just relax, Simon, and slowly take more in."

I obeyed, realizing at this pace I would probably never get him off. I began slowly bobbing back and forth, taking a bit more in my mouth each time.

"That's it, cocksucker," Jim groaned, "I think you will make a very good addition to the firm."
The idea that I was about to join the firm excited me, and oddly as I began to bob back and forth, I began to relax.

I was getting almost half his cock in my mouth when I heard Oliver's voice, "You fuckers started without me."

"We left his other hole for you," Jim quipped.

My eyes went wide. Sucking cock was one thing, I was beginning to enjoy it, and they made it seem so casual that it didn't really seem wrong...just a very extreme type of male bonding. Yet, taking a cock in the ass, that seemed to cross every possible line.

"On all fours, Simon," Oliver ordered, not asking my thoughts on the situation.

I took Jim's cock out of my mouth and looked back, my eyes giving away my utter fear of what was expected.

Oliver smiled, "It's okay, Simon, we will get your ass nice and ready for me."

"I've never done this before," I said, instead of the more logical response, which should have been 'hell no!'

"Don't worry, once you get used to it, you'll love it," Oliver said, before ordering me, his tone very firm, "On all fours, Simon."

I didn't want to, I was petrified at how much it may hurt, yet I had already sucked a cock, so it seemed one more taboo act was trivial in regards to the bigger picture of my career. I silently got on all fours as instructed.

Bobby moved behind me and poured lube down my ass crack. He said, "Just relax, I'm going to gape your ass a bit to prepare it for cock."

"Okaaay," I tentatively replied, although I tensed up instead.

I felt his finger rub around my butt hole and then his finger slipped inside. I groaned, surprised by the strange feel of having a finger inside me.

Jim ordered, standing "Finish what you started."

He shoved his cock in my mouth and I began sucking which was oddly a nice distraction from the finger violating my back door.

Bobby wiggled it inside me and then warned a minute later, "Here comes a second finger."

I whimpered as he widened my ass. Jim said, "Just relax, Simon, I'm going to take control now."

I had no choice as he began slowly moving his cock in and out of my mouth. Somehow, this turned me on, my cock growing again. I felt shame that I was getting hard from my face getting fucked while I was simultaneously being fingered.

Bobby spread his fingers in my ass, while Jim began pumping his cock faster into my mouth, about half his cock sliding between my lips. A minute later, Jim grunted, "I'm about to come."

I prepared to swallow and was surprised by a few things when he came...he didn't shoot it deep in me, but rather it poured out of his cock; the taste I expected to be disgusting based on my wife's overdramatic reaction the one time she swallowed before we got married was pleasant and rather non-descript; lastly, and most shocking, as he pulled out once he was completely done filling my mouth with cum, I felt a brief sense of disappointment...I wanted more.

Meanwhile, this feeling was short lived as Arron pulled his fingers out of me and Oliver asked, "Ready to seal the deal, Simon?"

"Yes, sir," I answered, now more curious than petrified about taking a cock in my ass. As I looked behind me, Arron was sucking Oliver's cock.

Oliver smiled, pulled his thankfully small, thin cock, out of Arron's mouth, moved behind me and rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks.

Meanwhile. I was presented with my second black cock, as Arron offered me his cock, which was smaller than Jim's seven inch cock.

Like in the stories I would read after my submission, this was when I became a hungry cocksucker. My mouth watered and I eagerly opened up to take his cock between my lips.

As I began bobbing on Arron's cock, I felt Oliver's cock slowly put pressure on my rosebud. After a brief resistance, I felt his cock slowly slide inside me. I expected a major pain, but instead just felt a slight burn...a constant reminder I was being sodomized.

I heard Bobby say, "Shit, I need my cock sucked."

I was stunned to hear Jim say, "Bring that white thing here."

I would have loved to see Jim take a cock in his mouth, it seemed more impossible to imagine than anything else, but did prove their theory of utter trust.

Instead, I focused on the two cocks inside me.

Oliver continued slowly pushing forward until he declared, "All in, Simon."

As his cock lingered deep inside me, I couldn't deny I wanted to feel him fucking me. I wanted to know what it felt to be fucked. I took Arron's cock out of my mouth and said, sounding completely unlike me, "Please, fuck me, sir."

"He is quite the submissive," Arron acknowledged, as he shoved his cock back in my mouth.

I had never considered myself submissive, yet at this moment it was a rather appropriate description. I was enjoying pleasing the cock in my mouth and I wanted to feel myself get fucked.

"You are going to be a great addition to the firm, Simon," Oliver said, as he obliged my request.

He began slowly fucking me, the slight burn not going away, and yet an undeniable pleasure beginning to build unlike anything I had ever felt before. Meanwhile, like Jim, Arron began fucking my face, although with much more speed and aggression than Jim had. I began making loud slobbering sounds as I tried to not gag on the cock fucking my face. All seven inches eventually filled me as I felt his balls hit my chin. Oddly, I was proud that I could take all his cock in my mouth and wanted to taste his cum.

Oliver continued to slowly fuck me, the pleasure continuing to increase, my own cock now rock hard and begging for attention.

For a couple minutes, I was just a vessel of pleasure, on all fours, as two cocks slid in and out of me, until Arron grunted and without warning came in my mouth. Unlike the first load I swallowed, this one was what I had expected as I felt it spray into the back of my throat. He kept fucking my face until every drop of his seed was deposited into my belly.

When he pulled out, suddenly horny as hell, I begged, "Harder, sir, please fuck me harder."

Arron quipped, "I think we may have created a monster."

"A cock monster," I ridiculously added, before begging, "More cock please." I couldn't believe my hunger, my insatiable desire to have more cock in my mouth.

Mark said, "Straight cocksucker theory hits again."

"Except he is getting his ass reamed," Bobby added, as Oliver shifted from slowly fucking me to indeed reaming my ass.

"Holy fuuuuuck," I screamed, a sharp burn coursing through me as Oliver's cock went deeper in me than before.

"Still want to be fucked harder?" Bobby asked, as Jim bobbed furiously on his cock.

"Yessss," I moaned through gritted teeth, wanting the return of the pleasure the ass fucking was bringing me.

Suddenly a wrinkled cock was in front of me, the same old man I had seen sucking cock earlier. It wasn't the cock I wanted, but it was a cock, so I opened up and took the shrivelled cock in my mouth.

As it slowly grew in my mouth, I felt a sense of pride at the reality it was me getting him stiff. The burn in my ass again dulled as an increasing pleasure again building.

"Such a tight ass." Oliver groaned.

"And a great mouth," the older stranger grunted, as I easily deep throated his now hard five inch cock. The feeling of deep-throating a cock was exhilarating and I bobbed hungrily like a slutty coed.

My deep-throat, fast-paced cocksucking had the old man breathing heavy in only a couple of minutes and soon he deposited a small load of cum in my mouth, I caught it all and waited till he pulled out to swallow the entire load.

Focusing on the pleasure from behind, I continued, "God, I can't believe how good this feels.

"What does?" Oliver asked.

"Getting ass-fucked," I admitted, such words out of my mouth a couple hours ago having been an impossibility.

"Are you willing to be a cocksucker and ass-slut for all of us?" Oliver asked, slamming his whole body into me creating an unfathomable pleasure.

"Yessss," I eagerly agreed, knowing that this past half hour had changed my life entirely.

"Even Jim's beast?" Oliver joked.

"I want them allllll," I declared, my cock dying to burst.

"You're hired," Oliver declared as he filled my ass with cum.

My own body twitched and I came without having my cock touched, shooting a load all over the floor.

"Shit, he just came from getting ass-fucked," Jim declared, having obviously finished getting Bobby off.

The so-called straight Adam, who must have taken Mark's load, asked, "He was a virgin before today?"

"As straight as they come," Jim said, laughing at his pun.

As Oliver pulled out, my orgasm still tingling inside me, I asked Mark, curious where I fit in now (I wasn't a straight cocksucker, having loved a cock in my ass and I wasn't a flamboyant gay man) "so what other types of people come here?"

"If you stay on all fours much longer, I'm going to really fuck your ass," Jim warned.

My knees sore, I stood up, stretched and joked, "I think I'd better take the other guys in my ass first."

Mark continued his conversation about types of men. "There are bisexual men who love fucking men and women, giving and receiving, there are closet gays who are straight in public but come here to suck cock and get fucked and there are straight men who are curious who come here to cross a line they were scared to do for years."

"I'm none of them," I said, sitting down as cum leaked out of my ass.

"Neither are any of us," Mark acknowledged. "We're another type. One that understands sex, with a man or a woman, is simply an ends to a means."

"How so?" I asked, feeling shame suddenly for all I had done. It was one thing to suck cock to get a job, it was another have enjoyed it as much as I did.

"We have high stress jobs and sexual release is critical," Mark explained, "and here we can come and let go."

"Or come and blow," Jim quipped.

I laughed, but admitted, "I just...I...."

"You enjoyed it." Mark finished. And added, reading my mind completely, "and now you're feeling guilty at enjoying it, thus questioning your sexuality."

I nodded.

"We have all felt that way at first," Mark comforted, "Isn't that right, boys?"

"Yep," they all answered.

"That said, as time goes on, we all became comfortable with our sexuality and the reality that sex isn't strictly men and women but any configuration that brings pleasure and sexual release," Oliver added, as he snapped his fingers and Bobby quickly dropped to his knees and took his boss's cock in his mouth.

Jim announced, "Enough touchy feely, bullshit. Let's finish initiating our newest associate."

My eyes went big as I asked, "That wasn't it?"

"That was the final interview," Oliver explained, "the initiation is a full scale orgy."

"Oh my," I said, my cock growing as I stared at all the hard cocks surrounding me.

"Get over here," Arron ordered, stroking his black cock.

I, accepting my new duel life, moved to him, dropped to my knees, and took his cock in my mouth.

The final initiation, I learned, was taking every partner's load on my face. A picture with over half a dozen loads all over my face was taken as leverage in case I ever broke confidentiality.

Yet, as I took the cock of a complete stranger in my ass, while sucking on another stranger, I knew I would never break confidentiality...instead I knew that a new sexual hunger had been created. I wouldn't just be a cocksucker for my colleagues, I would regularly come to Steamworks to suck cock and take cock in my ass...I wasn't a straight cocksucker like Adam...I had become a truly bisexual man who could still fuck his wife and eat her pussy...while, conversely also loving a cock in my mouth or ass.

As the stranger came down my throat and pulled out, I wanted more cock...more cum. Thankfully, at Steamworks there was never a shortage of cocks, big and small, black and white, young and old, to feed my new hunger. My mouth wasn't empty a minute when a chubby, middle-aged man offered me his small cock. I opened my mouth, took it in and continued my double-ended servicing of cock.


The job was everything I imagined it to be...and the fringe benefits of daily cock and cum made it a dream job.

When not in court, I was at Steamworks were I ended almost daily and particularly on special days including:

Bear hump, where I was used as a submissive cum slut for older hairy men who seemed to understand perfectly my desire to serve.

Lights out, where things went dark and often turned into a strangers' orgy.

Fall to your knees, a special Sunday service where I spent hours worshipping the glory of God's creation...COCK!!!


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