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Note: everyone in this story is over eighteen years old.
When Daniel called him, asking him to meet, Arthur thought it was because of the party they were planning. Arthur met Daniel in one of his father’s diners; the place was full, but he saw his friend right away, sitting by the farthest table, drinking coke. Arthur went to him and sat down.
“What happened now?” Arthur asked.
“Come on, bro.” Dan smiled. “I talked to Mari; she’s bringing the green. John will get the drinks. The place is rented. Nothing can go wrong.”
Arthur sighed.
“So why did you call me?”
Dan grimaced. He looked offended at Arthur for a few seconds, then he flashed his white teeth.
“Alright, you got me. Dad needs your help again with his computer.”
“Really?” Arthur said, excited. Dan frowned.
“Why are you so happy about it?”
“Haven’t I told you? Last time I fixed your dad’s computer, I got rich.”
“Jesus…Did you steal from my dad?”
“I would never do that,” Arthur said, looking down. He snickered. “I can go there right now. I brought my bike. Is he home?”
“He’s there,” Dan said, clapping his hand. “See ya, bro. Do not steal from my dad.”
Arthur left the diner with a smile on his face.
He hopped on his bike and went directly to Dan’s home to help Mr. David Jammil with his computer. It took him fifteen minutes to get there. It was a big house, but small compared to what Mr. Jammil could afford. A three-story house with a cool modern design.
The man himself opened the door. Damn. Mr. Jammil was kind of his hero.
Big in height and bulk, the man wasn’t satisfied with just being rich, he needed to look like the strongest, most intimidating male around, putting all others to shame. He looked the embodiment of hard work and exercise, with his shining black hair, tight clothes around the muscles, his protuberant chest and wide shoulders. A boulder of a man. Arthur dreamed in getting old looking like that but knew it would never happen.
He followed Mr. Jammil inside.
“You know the rest of the way?” the big man asked, stopping by the stairs.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Of course, you do. See what you can do about the internet, and if you could make it faster somehow. Anyway, I don’t understand it much, so I’ll trust your judgment. I’ll be in my room upstairs when you’re done. You can knock.” He gave Arthur a reassuring nod, then went up.
Arthur didn’t know why he couldn’t give the money right away, but shrugged.
Mr. Jammil’s home office was a representation of the man himself. Large and well kept. It carried a feeling of being untouchable. The huge table where the laptop was on could fit three laying Arthurs. Feeling a bit weird, he sat down on Mr. Jammil’s master chair. He felt as if he was invading something sacred. The sanctuary of a powerful man.
Shit, he needed to stop being such a fanboy.
He looked at the door for a while, checking to see if it would open, and Mr Jammil would come in screaming at him to leave his fucking chair now. When he was sure Mr. Jammil wasn’t coming, he checked the computer.
Half an hour later, his work was done. The internet was working fine now, and the machine wasn’t so slow anymore.
Arthur thought about going away without saying anything. But he wanted the money…and hear Mr. Jammil thank him and acknowledge him. It made him feel ashamed to admit it, but it was the truth. He went up the stairs.
When he got to Mr. Jammil’s bedroom, the door was half-open, and as he got closer, he heard the voices.
“No, you don’t understand. My son’s friend is in the house. In my office.”
It was Mr. Jammil and he sounded troubled. Worried. Arthur was going to knock, but stopped himself. He eyed the entrance through the small gap, and his breath caught. There was a big bald man with a rounded belly there, shirtless. He was grabbing his own crotch as he looked at Mr. Jammil, kneeling on the bed and holding up his arms towards the guy.
Arthur had no idea what was going on, and yet his heart began to beat faster. He removed himself quickly so he wouldn’t be seen. He still heard the voices.
“I didn’t come all this way so you could turn me down. On your knees, faggot.”
What? He couldn’t be speaking to Mr. Jammil.
“Who’s looking over the diner?” Mr. Jammil’s voice cracked. Arthur had never heard him sound so vulnerable, and began to wonder if he should get in and help somehow. “You’re the manager.”
Arthur acknowledged that the stranger worked for Mr. Jammil in one of his diners. What the hell? If he was the boss, why did he allow the guy to call him faggot? It was outrageous.
“I didn’t come here to meet my boss; I came to meet my cum-dump. Now get on your knees. There you go, I know how you love to be called that. Now, I want you naked. All naked. Take it off.” Arthur closed his eyes, assuring himself he was hearing wrong. But the guy kept talking, bringing him to reality. “Show me that big fat cum-bucket ass. There you go.” Arthur heard the guy spit…He could only imagine where he was canlı bahis şirketleri spitting on. Then there was the smacking sound of tongue…Kisses…And moaning.
Mr. Jammil was moaning. “Please, you can’t do this. My son’s friend is here. He could hear. Please…” But even as he said it, he sounded like a bitch…Arthur cringed as he thought of his big hero like that. There was something wrong here. Mr. Jammil needed help, or something. He couldn’t…He wasn’t… Arthur closed his eyes harder. “Oh god,” Mr. Jammil moaned, making Arthur breathe out a long fucking breath, and giving him a big erection. He saw it first, his shorts growing more and more, pointing forward, before he felt the painful sweetness of his thick shaft full of pumping blood. And Mr. Jammil kept moaning.
“If you don’t want anyone to hear, shut up…”
“I can’t, you have to stop…Shit, your tongue…Up my ass, oh yeah.”
No, this couldn’t be happening. Arthur grabbed himself, squeezing his erection hard in the hopes it would go away. It almost made him moan out loud.
Arthur heard other things. Slaps, and more slurs. Mr. Jammil was degraded and humiliated in every sound and words. And yet, he kept moaning like a well-paid whore. What the fuck? This could not be reality. Arthur was having a nightmare. Mr. Jammil would never do such things.
Mr. Jammil disagreed with him.
His moans began to sound high-pitched all of a sudden.
“Three fingers, old fag. I love hearing you past the breaking point. Do you want my cock now?”
“Hmm. Shit, please. Give me your cock…your big gorgeous cock…Make me your fag…”
“You already are,” the guy said. Mr. Jammil moaned louder.
Even as Arthur kept squeezing his cock, he wondered if he should help Mr. Jammil…he was clearly getting blackmailed by that…that motherfucker who was fucking his hero, making him moan like a bitch, beg for cock.
Arthur was seriously about to jerk off, he was so horny. He couldn’t, though. It was wrong, Mr. Jammil needed him, needed his help.
He leaned in to look through the gap once more.
His eyes widened. Horror. He stood gaping at the most insane thing he had ever seen in his life.
Mr. Jammil was completely naked, prostrated on his bed…Arthur had time to acknowledge how hairy his ass was. Then he looked at the other man. The man was bald and ugly and fat, but he had the biggest cock Arthur had ever seen, and yet Mr. Jammil’s ass was eating it as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
What. The. Fuck.
It was insane, it was ugly, it was hot as fuck.
Arthur cringed at the scene, but he didn’t know if it was out of disgust or pleasure.
Mr. Jammil was smiling now, moaning a bit more gravely now, but still happy that a cock was inside of him. Arthur shook his head.
“Your ass needed a good feeding, cum-dump! I’m gonna fill you good. You’re gonna remember me for the rest of the month,” the guy said.
Was he…talking about cumming inside Mr. Jammil? How could Mr. Jammil allow this to happen?
Arthur was outraged. He looked at his hero… Bouncing back and forth on the huge cock.
Mr. Jammil looked back at his incredible fucker and said:
“Yes, please, fill me out. I’ll never waste your cum, my beautiful king. I love you. I love your cock.”
Arthur wanted to run away. The fact that he couldn’t move, that his cock was so hard it was about to burst out, scared the shit out of him.
He was starting to believe Mr. Jammil might not be a victim here.
But he was so manly; the manliest man Arthur had ever met… he was also Dan’s father!
He would never get fucked in the rear, not willingly.
Yet, he was saying he wanted it, loved it…that he loved the guy! Fuck, that was crazy.
Still, he couldn’t look away. It was fascinating to see that almost mythological monster of a man getting treated like a cheap whore.
It just didn’t fit with Arthur’s reality, and so, he had to watch.
Why?
Why did he let that man do that to him?
Why was Arthur about to cream his pants?
The bald man was slapping Mr. Jammil’s ass, and moaning loudly as if he was orgasming. Mr. Jammil was getting his ass cream-pied. Arthur bit his lip. Mr. Jammil did not deserve to be treated that way…
Arthur tried to catch a glimpse of the cum leaking out of the tight hole. He couldn’t help it.
He was so distracted that he managed to make the door creak.
Mr. Jammil snapped his eyes at him. With horror, Arthur began to walk away, but the bald man was already on the hallway, calling for him. Face burning, Arthur turned around.
“Mr. Jammil wants to speak with you, boy.”
“Uh, you can tell him I already fixed his computer.”
“Tell him yourself. I took what I wanted already. You can go, he’s very docil at the moment.” He had a hateful smile. Arthur found it hard to withstand the pride in his face, the glowing arrogance.
“Nah, I think I better go,” Arthur said.
“Just go talk to him.”
Arthur finally hesitated.
Then, canlı kaçak iddaa he walked towards the bedroom, past the smiling bald man. His humongous cock was still exposed, leaking cum. Arthur turned the other way, ashamed to have been looking at all. He entered the room.
Mr. Jammil was fastening his pants; he had pulled himself together, albeit a little wide in the eyes…He looked at Arthur.
“I don’t know what you think, Arthur. But I can explain. Please.” He pointed to a large chair beside the book stand.
Arthur sat down, and after a moment’s silence, he said:
“Uh… The computer’s fine.”
“Arthur,” Mr. Jammil sighed. “What did you…how much did you…”
“I just came and saw you…the last bit, I mean, you were…” Arthur had no words and no guts to explain. But Mr. Jammil shook his head.
“I’m so sorry. You don’t understand, Arthur.”
“Were you blackmailed?” Arthur asked.
Something lit up in his eyes.
“Blackmailed. That’s it. Thank you for understanding.” Mr. Jammil looked for his shirt.
“What does he have on you?”
He stopped, looked at Arthur for a split second.
“Drugs…” he said. He didn’t sound much sure about it. Arthur crooked his head a bit.
“Drugs?”
“Yeah, but I can’t say more. Sorry, Arthur. I just need you to…please…don’t say anything. Here, I’ll pay you for the computer.”
“So, the guy just come here and…” Arthur said. “And he gets his way with you whenever he wants. He makes you beg, and say you love him?” Arthur still couldn’t wrap his mind around what he had seen. Mr. Jammil’s hairy ass filled with cock and cum. Was the guy’s cum still inside? Of course, it was. Arthur was having an uncontrollable hard-on thinking about it, even though he knew it was wrong. Mr. Jammil was being blackmailed. He was a victim.
“Yes. That’s what he does. But I must…comply. I must protect me and Daniel. You understand that, don’t you?”
Arthur looked at him, dressing his shirt. He began to button it up. A tower of a man. A boulder. A mountain. Hair surrounding his whole body. An epitome of masculinity.
“I’m gonna tell Daniel,” Arthur said.
He shocked himself, but Mr. Jammil seemed even more abashed. He stared wide eyed.
“What?” he said.
Arthur almost apologized. What the hell was he thinking? Mr. Jammil was his friend’s dad, a great man, always been nice to Arthur. He did not deserve any of it. But Arthur said it again.
“I’m gonna tell Daniel.”
“Why? Arthur, I had to do it! Why are you doing this?”
“I’m…blackmailing you too,” he said. He was almost shitting his pants, but he had to look confident and speak clearly. He inhaled. “I will tell Daniel, unless…”
“Unless what?” Mr. Jammil said, still stunned. His eyes were expectant. He was probably expecting Arthur to ask for money. That was probably what Arthur shoud ask for.
“You do what I say.”
Arthur felt bad for him. He looked completely shocked. But he breathed slowly and nodded. The guy must have been used to obeying.
“What do you want?” he said, his eyes gleaming. It seemed like interest, but Arthur thought it was probably hatred for what he was doing. He didn’t want to be hated by Mr. Jammil, such a good guy…
“Get naked again.”
“Shit,” Mr. Jammil said, then took off his shirt, slowly. His hairy chest and belly were filled with red hand prints and a few bites. Then he began to remove the pants. His cock jumped out when he pushed down his underwear.
Arthur stared at his hard cock, imagining the anguish he must be feeling, and the shame. He was truly sorry for doing that to Mr. Jammil, to whom he felt so much respect.
“I want you to suck my cock,” he tried to sound demanding, but to his ears, he was more like a child.
“Arthur! You’re my son’s friend…How can you do this?” Mr. Jammil sounded outraged, almost unbelieving, as he fell down to his knees.
“Just do it,” Arthur said, avoiding eye contact. He was really ashamed. But the hunger was bigger, the need to exploit this opportunity of doing something very wicked. It was totally insane. Arthur had never even thought about guys that way, and now, all he wanted was to make Mr. Fucking-huge Jammil suck his cock, which was throbbing through a painful erection.
Arthur saw the older man come and kneel in front of him. Mr. Jammil opened his legs and the pants with trembling hands.
“I can smell it already,” Mr. Jammil said. “You have a strong smell.” Arthur didn’t know what to say to that. He couldn’t imagine the torture he was putting Mr. Jammil through. His pants were removed, then the underwear, and his average-sized cock was out and about.
The moment Mr. Jammil took it in his palm, Arthur sighed and looked directly at his eyes…He had a strong well-shaped jaw, his lips were moist wet. He was staring at the cock as if in reverence.
What if he hurt Arthur for forcing him to do that? He wouldn’t, would he? Arthur bit his lip, but waited. He wondered how much Mr. Jammil hated him for doing this.
He was staring at canlı kaçak bahis the cock for way too long. Arthur had no idea what he was thinking. It must be horrible to him. Again, Arthur felt a pang of guilt in his guts.
“Go on,” Arthur said. He grabbed his shaft, and rubbed forcefully on his lips. “Suck it.”
Mr. Jammil looked pleadingly at him. He opened his lips and put out his tongue, and licked.
“God,” Mr. Jammil said, tasting it. “Young cock.”
Arthur didn’t know what he meant. All he could think about was how good the the tongue felt on the head of his cock. It was so wrong of him. Mr. Jammil did not deserve that treatment, but Arthur kept doing worse and worse. He didn’t even know he was capable of those things until now.
Mr. Jammil looked at his eyes while he put the head inside. His lips made a smack sound, making a sweet suction on the top that made Arthur tremble with pleasure.
“That’s right, you like my mouth, don’t you?” Mr. Jammil said, viciously. “My strong manly mouth.”
“Shut up and suck, old faggot.” Arthur gasped after the words came out. He looked down to apologize right away, but Mr. Jammil was obeying him. And Arthur stared at his precious cock getting sucked until the base of the shaft, and Mr. Jammil’s nose disappearing on his blond muzzle below.
He was a horrible horrible friend. He enjoyed making the old man suck his cock, someone who was already dealing with being another man’s bitch, and Arthur only joined the wagon. He enjoyed that smooth mouth that was already used to sucking cock, and he enjoyed making Mr. Jammil even more of a cocksucker. What kind of man was he?
Even as Mr. Jammil seemed to enjoy rounding his tongue around the top of the prick, licking the cum and savoring it, Arthur wanted to apologize for making him do such a thing. But Arthur only thought of his own pleasure. He grabbed the man by the hair.
“Yes, that’s it, Arthur. Do your best.” Poor guy, Arthur thought. Must be used to getting blackmailed, and already knows how to behaved. Arthur’s idol was a very well-trained bitch. “Arthur, your cock taste so good, please…be violent. Do whatever you want. I can take it.”
Arthur slapped him. He was shocked. Part of him still couldn’t believe he was treating that man in such a way. But Mr. Jammil moaned and turned his face up.
“Harder, baby, harder.”
Arthur was impressed with himself as he slapped Mr. Jammil, heavy handed. Even his hand was burning, but Mr. Jammil filled his mouth with the hard meat with much more eagerness.
“Goddamn,” Mr. Jammil said. “I wonder how good you smell when you don’t shower, it would be so good. I would love to clean you up.”
Arthur shook his head, unable to believe the man was being sincere. He must have been trained.
“You’re just a bitch,” he said, hitting his cock on the eager face. “I can’t believe it, but you are. Poor Dan.” At the mention of his friend, Arthur felt another pang of guilt. He kept hitting the cock on Mr. Jammil’s familiar face. He was ready to cum, and that made him remember something. “Is the the other guy’s cum still inside of you?”
“Yeah,” Mr. Jammil smiled. “It’s dripping on the ground as we speak.”
“Go to the bed, I wanna see it.”
Mr. Jammil chuckled, which made Arthur blush. But he hopped on the bed with his ass turned towards Arthur and prostrated himself. And there it was, a huge hairy ass with a loosen hole, wet with cum. Arthur was disgusted with himself when he realized he wanted to suck that cum straight from the ass. He held himself. He asked for a condom and was instructed to where to find one. He put it on his cock, and began to push inside.
It was so easy, and yet so good. Warmth. His cock throbbing. All the sensations hit him. He didn’t lose the gasp that Mr. Jammil let out. He slammed his cock all the way in, enjoying the mild friction. There was still cum leaking, forced to come out when Arthur pulled his junk. Then he slammed in again.
Arthur smiled when he realized Mr. Jammil was enjoying himself, moaning while beating his meat. Then he remembered that he was just making a situation worse, taking advantage of a good man. He was fucking him but still felt bad about it. Yeah, he was about to cum. He felt his balls tighten and his cock tense up, and he pushed his body on, forcing Mr. Jammil to fall on the bed.
Arthur didn’t want to cum in the condom, so removed his cock quickly, took out the condom and came on the buttcheeks, long streams of jizz all over the tight round ass. He began to spread the cum all over with his cock.
Realization hit him hard. He stopped, and got out of the bed, putting his cock in. Mr. Jammil smiled up at him, then he knelt on the bed.
“What is it, Arthur?”
“This is insane,” he said sincerely. It was like he had been under a spell and now was waking up. There was a tired pain in his crotch from the incredible orgasm. “I’m so sorry for what I did to you, Mr. Jammil… I don’t even know what to say. I don’t wanna blackmail you…I don’t know why I did it.”
Mr. Jammil was too happy about it. “You did great, Arthur.” He was kneeling there, naked, looking completely comfortable showing off his perfect male body. His cock was hard and pointing upwards. Arthur didn’t even find men attractive and still appreciated that man.
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