36 comments/ 88744 views/ 18 favorites A Tale of Southern Tail By: LynnGKS Dear Reader: As my regular readers know two of my favorite themes are gay guys and cuckolded husbands. When I write a story about both it is hard to decide whether to list it under Gay Male or Loving Wives. No matter which I choose someone always complains. This time I flipped a coin. My name is Barry Johnson and I'm six years out of college working as a junior partner in a large Pensacola accounting firm. I have a very good salary and a very tough boss. I'm good at what I do, but still, I feel lucky to have this job in the present financial climate. It wasn't easy getting through high school and business school after starting out in my neighborhood. I worked my ass off to get where I am today and I'm still working hard. I was hired to develop a new clientele of small business owners that the firm had never reached before and I think the senior partners like my work. Maybe, just maybe, I can see a senior partnership in my future, if my luck holds out. I have a nice condo in a big complex with a pool. I have no shortage of girl friends, but I'm in no hurry to get married. I have to be careful to make the right choice when I settle down. Just like I had to do, the girl I marry will have to learn to fit in with the crowd I now live and work with. Pick the wrong girl and years of effort can go down the tube in a hurry – a bad marriage is no fun. I think one of our senior partners, Bruce Woods, the guy I report to as my boss, has a marriage that is going bad. Bruce has a penthouse condo in the complex where I live. He's a take-charge executive, a bit arrogant, and he's not the friendliest guy in the world. I have trouble relating to him. He's often in a foul mood, maybe because his marriage is on the rocks and he's chewed me out more than once. And he doesn't treat his beautiful wife, Rachel, very well at parties and around the condo pool. I've never seen them fighting exactly, but Rachel, or Rocky as she likes to be called, always seems unhappy. This weekend I am attending a meeting at the Peabody Hotel in Orlando, updating my knowledge of the recent changes in tax regulations. Sitting in the bar, sipping a Balvenie neat, I begin to think about my family and what I have accomplished. My family has never heard of single malt scotch, much less Balvenie at over a hundred dollars a bottle. But it is a loving family, proud of their son. Mom and Dad are in good health and Dad will be retiring in another few years from his job with the postal service. Unlike my brother and two sisters, I will be in a position to help the folks financially if they need it – payback for all they did for me - keeping me in line and out of trouble when I was growing up – no easy job. I look at my watch. One more meeting and then the day's agenda will be over. I take the escalator up to the mezzanine conference room and take notes on the final lecture of the day. My habit has always been to immediately review my notes – it helps me remember – so after the lecture I sit in an empty conference room reading my notes and adding key points regarding what these new regs will mean for my clients, most of whom are very good at running a small business but very bad at doing their taxes. Almost an hour goes by before I am satisfied that I understand the changes in the law. Then I get up and head to the elevators, walking across the deserted mezzanine. On my way I feel a call of nature and I step into an empty men's room. Sitting on the crapper I hear someone enter the cubicle next to mine and take a seat. He moves his foot over close to the partition and begins to tap it. Jesus! I haven't had a blowjob in a long time and here is a guy who wants to suck my dick! I remembered what had happened to that Senator in the Minneapolis airport but this guy is approaching me so he's probably safe. I tap my foot as he is doing and it is no surprise when a hand appears in the space under the partition making a "come on" gesture. I drop to the floor, spread my knees and slip them under the partition. Leaning my cheek against the cool metal wall, I feel a hand gently massage my testicles. I have big low-hanging balls and I enjoy having them played with. Then, another hand starts to stroke my cock, which is getting hard. Soon I have a throbbing erection, sticking straight up in the air. "Jesus!" I hear a whisper from the other side. "You got a really big one. Damn it's beautiful!" I am uncircumcised and have a thick cock with a big, loose foreskin. The guy plays with it, moving it back and forth over the bulbous head of my cock. Then I feel a warm, wet mouth start to suck me off. Faster and faster he sucks and it feels really good. I hadn't had a blowjob since a girlfriend sucked me off months ago. Guys give better blowjobs than girls anyway and this is an effortless way to relax and get rid of tension. I leaned my chest against the cool metal partition, closed my eyes, and just let that talented cocksucker do his work. He was good - really good! He worked steadily and quietly – his tongue swirling around my dick and under my foreskin as his head pumped rapidly up and down – all the time he was gently massaging my balls. He was a neat cocksucker - not at all sloppy – he swallowed his saliva so none was dripping down on my balls, like with some guys. In a couple of minutes I feel my juices start to rise. This guy was fast! My balls lifted up out of his hand and pressed tightly, high in my scrotum and then wham! I start to pump my load into this guy's mouth. It was a heavy load! I hadn't emptied my balls for a while. I just leaned against the partition relaxing and pumping ... relaxing and pumping. He swallowed every bit and didn't lose a drop. Finally, I gave a huge sigh of satisfied relief. "Thanks," he whispered, as he wiped my dick dry with his handkerchief. "I needed that. Damn! You got big balls. That was a big load and it tasted good." I felt his thumb and forefinger start at the base of my cock and milk out all of the semen. Then, delicately, he licked the last drop of creamy cum off the head of my dick. An expert, I thought, now I won't drip cum in my pants. A good cocksucker always remembers to do that. I was breathing hard as I got back up on the seat – no longer needing to take a crap. I pulled my pants up and exited the cubicle moments after he did. He turned to look at me and I got the shock of my life. There was Bruce Woods, senior partner in my firm and the guy I always thought of as "my tough boss." "Oh my God!" Bruce said suddenly. "I didn't know ... I mean ... I ... " Then he dropped his head and stared at the floor, mumbling. "Please Barry! Please don't tell anyone about this." "Let's go down to the bar, Bruce, and get a drink. I think we both need one." The guy that I had always seen as a powerful take-charge executive – the guy, who scared the shit out of me when I thought I had made a mistake, followed me meekly, almost subserviently, down to the bar. Clearly, he was no longer in charge. On the escalator I began thinking about the troubles between Bruce and his wife, Rocky. Now I realized why that beautiful, blond, sexy thirty-five year old wife of his was so unhappy. She wasn't gettin fucked! At least, not gettin fucked enough. Maybe ... well just maybe, I might get lucky. We sat down at a table in the bar next to the water fountain where the hotel staged the famous "parade of the ducks." We both ordered Balvenie. Nothing was said until our drinks came. Then I began the conversation. "You're good at what you do in the office ... " I paused, "and in the men's room too. But there are safer places to suck dicks." He looked down at his drink. Then he mumbled, "You're not gonna tell anybody about this are you?" "I'm not gonna tell anybody, Bruce. You're a talented cocksucker. I haven't had a gay guy service me regularly since college. I enjoy a quality blowjob. I got a feeling you'd like to take care of me. Am I right?" He was still staring at his drink. He said nothing. "Am I right?" I repeated. He looked up like a trapped animal and meekly nodded his head yes. "Shall we drink a toast to a return engagement?" I asked. Finally he looked up at me, slowly, and with a shrug that seemed to say he was helpless, he raised his glass and clinked mine in a toast. "Here's to many happy returns," I said. With that toast I realized that I owned him. All of his arrogance was gone. He was gonna be my private cocksucker. He was mine! And, maybe, so was his wife. In that moment I made up my mind that I was gonna try to fuck her. I was gonna take care of that itch between her toes – her big toes – that was obviously driving her wild. We had a second drink and talked about the new tax regulations. Then we had dinner at one of the hotel restaurants and headed for the elevators. Without a second thought he got off at my floor and followed me to my room. Another drink from the service bar in my room and then, without a word, we undressed. Bruce had a tube of lubricant and he dropped to his knees and began lubricating my dick. He looked up at me as he stroked it and gave me a timid smile. "Damn! Barry, that's maybe the biggest cock I ever saw," he said. "Jesus it's beautiful." He cradled my testicles in his hand. "You got big balls too and they hang low." Then he crawled over to the bed and bent over so his chest rested on the bed and spread his knees so his asshole was available. I almost laughed when I saw his genitals. To say the least, he was not well endowed. I would have been embarrassed to walk into a shower in my old high school if I had equipment that small. Looking at what he had to offer, I thought, it's no wonder that his wife Rocky was unhappy. I stepped up and pressed my lubricated cock against his anal sphincter. Slowly I increased the pressure. I'm thinking okay boss-man; get ready for a big one! "Please be gentle," he said. "I've never had one as big as yours. I don't get fucked very often." I'm thinking gentle hell! After all those times you chewed me out? You're gonna get fucked! Big time fucked! I began to hump my hips a bit to exert pressure on his tight muscular anus. He groaned, more in excitement than in pain. He wasn't a virgin but he was tight. As I increased the pressure I realized that when I broke through his sphincter it was going to hurt him. But I didn't care. He was much tighter than I had expected a gay guy to be. I guess he sucked more than he fucked. His sphincter stretched slowly and he began to groan in real pain. Suddenly the muscle gave way and my thick, well-lubricated cock plunged rapidly deep into his rectum. "Ahhhh Eeee," he cried loudly in a shrill, almost feminine, voice. "Please! Oh God! No! I can't take it!" He cried out loudly putting his hands back and pushing weakly against my hips. But there was no holding me back now. My hips forced my lubricated cock deeper and deeper into his rectum as I slipped rapidly through his very tight anus. I had fucked at least half a dozen gay guys in college and Bruce had easily the tightest asshole I had ever experienced. There was still a good four inches of shaft left when I felt the head of my cock press firmly against his prostate. I'm thinking boss-man you're gonna take it all. I pulled back a little and then pumped my hips again - really hard - and Bruce groaned loudly and clutched the bed covers tightly as the head of my cock pushed roughly over and past his prostate. Then I started to fuck him with a regular, steady rhythm. He buried his face in the bed covers and continued to groan as I fucked him. But I think my cock, massaging his prostate with each thrust, was starting to get to him, because his groans changed from sounds of pain to sounds of pleasure. After a couple of minutes he said, "Oh yes, Barry! Fuck me! I can take it now." I looked down and saw that his little pecker had gotten rock hard. It was standing straight out and bouncing up and down as I fucked him. My dick stroking his prostate was obviously getting to him. I picked up the pace and began pounding his prostate hard. His asshole was starting to loosen up now. I began to enjoy this user-friendly asshole and after about ten minutes he had an orgasm, pumping his small load onto the floor as his asshole contracted weakly on my cock. When I finished him off, his asshole was nice and soft and loose, like a well-used pussy, with my cum dripping out of it and running down on his balls. By the time the seminar was over, two days later, Bruce had been thoroughly fucked and I had shown him how I liked my dick sucked, with him on his knees and me holding his head to control his rhythm. I enjoyed grabbing his head when I pumped my load and pulling him close so I could fuck him in the mouth back to his tonsils, and feel the muscles of his throat grabbing the head of my dick as he swallowed my cum. He was an experienced cocksucker and he never gagged. For the next two months, my boss stopped by my condo several times a week to service me. Mostly he blew me, but sometimes I fucked him. His asshole was loosening up. He told me over and over how much he enjoyed giving me pleasure and how big and beautiful my uncircumcised cock was. He kept saying he'd never seen a cock as big as mine. He was very meek, without a touch of his former arrogance or ill temper. Our relationship in the office remained the same, almost. He tried not to behave differently, but when one guy is sucking off another guy regularly, a special relationship does develop. It was fun sometimes in the privacy of his office to slowly unzip my fly and watch his eyes stare at my pants. I would pull my dick out and stroke it slowly and feel a sense of power when the poor bastard dropped to his knees to suck me off. He was a big, powerful executive but he could never resist my thick, uncircumcised cock. About two months after Bruce started blowing me, his mother needed an operation – gall bladder, I think – and he headed for St. Louis to be with her for a week. That Friday afternoon I saw Rocky at the pool and we had a couple of drinks together. I looked at her body in that bikini and wondered what it would be like to fuck her. Maybe this was the time. If she wasn't getting laid enough, it might be easy pussy. "Why don't we have dinner tonight?" I asked. Rocky smiled and nodded. "That's a good idea," she said. We went to dinner at a small out of the way restaurant. Dinner was good and I ordered a couple of cordials afterwards. There was a small dance floor with canned music just off the dining room, so I asked her if she wanted to dance. She was a good dancer. She just molded her body against mine, with her pussy riding my thigh. Not vulgar, you understand, but nice and soft and sexy. I think the lady was horny – looking to get laid, as they say. After a couple of dances, I led her out to the dark parking lot, holding her arm. When we got to my car I turned her gently and pulled her close, She lifted her face up to mine and I kissed her. It was a warm, romantic kiss and when we finished I kissed her again – hotter this time - and moved my hand down to her ass to pull her close. I had an erection and I knew she felt it because of the way she rubbed against me. We were silent on the drive home, but when she opened the door of her condo she turned to me and smiled. "You're coming in, I hope," she said. "I'm coming in." We didn't even stop to mix a drink – just went into the bedroom and started to undress. She stripped down to heels, hose, and garter belt. Thank God no panty hose! Then she posed and smiled – holding her shoulders back to show off a beautiful pair of creamy white tits, with only a slight mid-thirties sag. She had a magnificent body. Five six, about 115 pounds, big firm tits with large nipples and a thick, hairy beaver at the apex of fabulous legs. Her skin was bronzed from the sun except where a tiny bikini left her breasts and butt creamy white - just a strip of white skin above her beaver stretching around to the twin white triangles on her ass. Her body was well tanned from her time at the pool and her creamy sun-protected skin contrasted with a bronze, firm belly. She had beautiful blond hair but she was a not a natural blond – her "cuffs didn't match her collar" as they say. Blonds had always turned me on since I was in college. She had the kind of beaver that I loved – thick, curly, lush, and brunet – just the kind I liked to rub my face in when I took a firm clit into my mouth. I could tell she was turned on - almost trembling with eagerness. I wondered, as I looked at that body how any guy could sleep with her and not fuck her. Bruce was losing a lot by leaving that pussy un-serviced, but his loss was my gain. The bitch was as horny as a mountain goat! Rocky laid down in the middle of the room on a thick rug and spread her legs wide, knees up in the air. I could tell she was ready to fuck because her pussy was dripping wet and her big inner pussy lips were hanging out and spread apart. It was obvious that she had been looking forward to this fuck all evening and that really turned me on. I'd eat that pussy later – now was the time for fucking. I liked to fuck a gal on the floor because her ass couldn't get away by sinking down in the bed and I could pound her pussy hard and deep. "God you're big!" Rocky said as I crawled between her legs with my dick hard as a rock and sticking straight out. Her husband had been saying the same thing over and over since the first time he sucked me off in that men's room. She reached down and guided me into her, groaning as I pumped my hips and shoved it in deep. I supported my weight on my hands and started to pound that eager pussy. I wasn't gonna be gentle or take my time – I'd been thinking about fucking this bitch for weeks. I was working hard and fast. I needed to cum. We both started to sweat and our bodies made loud slapping noises as we fucked. She dropped her feet to the floor to get better leverage and began pumping her ass and grunting like a slut. She obviously hadn't been fucked for a long time. I could feel my low hanging balls slapping her in the ass as I fucked her. I looked down at those big, creamy white tits rolling around on her chest like two water filled balloons. Her eyes were clenched tight, her back was arched, and her face was a mask of desire and lust. She was deep in a private fantasy of some kind. I felt my orgasm coming just moments away, but she beat me to it. Her body shuddered and trembled. I felt her pussy start to contract on my dick like a strong hand and she made lewd, grunting sounds of pleasure. I lost all control and began pumping my load into her – deep. It was a big load. The last time I had pumped it had been right up her husband's ass. But this pussy was a whole lot better! I collapsed on her, breathing heavily and then, worried about my weight pressing down on her, I rolled off beside her on the rug. "Damn! That was good pussy," I said. She giggled. "The feeling is mutual," she said. "I haven't been fucked like that for ... for a long, long time." We got in bed and enjoyed a leisurely fuck and a long deep sleep. The next morning, Saturday, I woke up with a piss hard on and fucked her right away. Then we lay in bed late, drinking mimosas – half orange juice and half Champaign – expensive French Champaign. We got half drunk. She started playing with my dick – telling me how big it was. She got me hard and then reached over to the bedside table and got a big, black vibrator from the drawer. "Look at this," she said, holding up the vibrator next to my cock. She laughed. "You're thicker and longer than my vibrator and this is a big two battery job!" She was right, but it made me wonder why she liked that particular vibrator. A Tale of Southern Tail Rocky was fascinated with my thick, loose foreskin. She kept pulling it back to reveal the large bulbous head of my cock, bending over and licking it and then pulling my foreskin back up to cover it. Then she pulled me up so my dick was between her tits – the contrast between her milky white tits and my dark cock turned me on. After a few minutes of this I had had more than enough teasing, but no way was I going to settle for a tit-fuck. I spread her legs and fucked her the way she obviously needed to be fucked. Then we headed for the big double shower where four nozzles blasted our naked bodies from all directions. When we got out of the shower we played around and ran through the penthouse naked, laughing like children. We finally went back to bed for some serious sex. Sunday was a repeat of Saturday. In bed till almost noon fucking and playing around – then to the shower for more fun and then naked all day around the house. Sunday night she asked me to fuck her on the rug again like the first night. She seemed really turned on and simply went wild, moaning and groaning and pumping her ass. I couldn't understand why she was so much more turned on when I fucked her on the floor, so I asked her about it. She seemed very shy and reluctant to talk about it. But after a couple of drinks I finally got her talking about her sexual feelings when we fucked on the rug. She talked fast and her speech was slurred as the story finally rolled out. "It's my private fantasy. A big chest is pressing down on my face and I look up at a dark body with strong muscles - he's a ... you know ... and, well my fantasy is that I'm getting raped by a guy who came into the house to do some work and it feels so good that it's turning me on and I start to pump my hips and I imagine that when he feels me turn on he laughs at me and calls me a horny bitch and a whore and he fucks me harder." "And I'm working hard for my orgasm and ... and ... Oh my God! It's so good! And then I start to come and I feel my pussy grab on to a big, oversized cock just like yours and squeeze it and ... and ... well when I come with that big thing inside of me it's so good I can't describe it. I mean I've fucked guys in college but none of them had a really big dick and none of them made me come like you do." Then she paused, breathing heavily, and whispered, "And I've never told anybody about my rape fantasy until now. I've been too embarrassed and ashamed. It's ... well, it's not a very nice thing for a woman to think about – especially a southern woman." Then Rocky dropped her head down to hide her face. She had been babbling on breathlessly and I think she was embarrassed at what she had had told me. I'd always wondered whether or not Southern women really had that classic rape fantasy but I had never heard a woman describe it before and hearing her talk about it really turned me on. Now I understood her vibrator. I had to work all day Monday but that night when she stripped I pulled her down on the floor roughly and started to fuck her hard. She buried her face in my chest and I knew she was getting into that rape fantasy again, so I started calling her a whore and a slut and when I did she began to grunt like an animal and yell and pump her ass so hard I thought I might hurt her, but when her orgasm came it was a really big, noisy one and lasted a long time. Afterwards, she thanked me for the way I "raped" her and I cradled her gently in my arms and kissed her tenderly. "You really know how to please a woman," she whispered. "Does Bruce fuck you?" I asked. "Not very often," she answered. "And not very well. Certainly not like you just did, and besides, he's ... well he's ... you know ... he's ... not ... very big." I thought about that little pecker of his bouncing up and down when I fucked him. It was what my big brother used to call a "needle dick" that wouldn't do a woman much good. Obviously my brother had been right. "Have you been out with other guys?" I asked. "In college a few, but after I married Bruce I really never have had much of a chance. You're the first guy to come on to me. When you invited me out I started thinking right away about fucking you. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to invite you in, strip, and spread my legs for you." I rolled on my side and got up on my elbow. Then I began to play with the big tit closest to me. I leaned over and kissed her nipple softly. "Have you figured out why Bruce doesn't fuck you very often?" I asked. She paused in thought. "I think so." And ...?" I asked. "Well," she paused again, confused, as if trying to figure out whether to tell me something. Then she continued. "It's because he's ... well he's ... " she stopped with that. "Because he's gay?" I completed the sentence for her. "How did you know?" Rocky asked in genuine surprise. "I found out two months ago at that tax seminar in Orlando." "How did you find out? I mean, I would think he's always very careful," Rocky said. As I told her the story her eyes got as big as saucers. Then she laughed. She laughed so much she couldn't talk and she almost choked. Finally she asked, "What did he say when he saw that you were the guy he had just sucked off?" "What could he say? He just begged me not to tell anybody." Rocky shook her head as in disbelief. "Jesus! And since then has he ... I mean have you ... have you ... done anything? You know." "He's been blowin me regular and I been fuckin him some." "Jesus!" Rocky said. "I have been worrying about what might happen if Bruce found out about us. But, hell, I mean, that doesn't matter now, does it." "Sooner or later we'll have to tell him. We can't just sneak around," I said. "But you're right. It doesn't matter. There's nothing he can do about. I'll still have to let him suck my dick, you understand, but he can't make us stop fucking. If he wants to stay in the closet, that is." Rocky started to laugh. "Oh my God! I'd love to see him with your big cock in his mouth - or bent over with that big thing up his ass and that tiny thing of his getting hard. He gets hard so he really must enjoy it. Right?" "He really enjoys it a lot. He just bends over and takes it like a woman. When he gets on his knees to blow me I grab his head and fuck him in the mouth with my dick all the way back between his tonsils. When he swallows my cum his throat muscles massage my dick just like a pussy having an orgasm." Rocky laughed again – a loud musical laugh. "I'd like to see that," she said, still laughing. "Does he know that you have figured out that he's gay?" I asked. She paused a moment in thought. "I'm not sure, but I think he suspects I know," she said. Then she chuckled. "But I've been wondering why he's been treating you so nice lately. Quite a change you know. Now I understand." Rocky got to her feet and pulled me up off the rug. I couldn't take my eyes off those big, jiggling tits as she moved. She kicked off the spikes that she always wore when she ran around the condo naked. "Let's get in bed and fuck some more. My ass always takes a beating on that hard floor – not that I don't enjoy getting raped you understand." We enjoyed a nice, slow, leisurely fuck – the kind that I enjoyed all that week. This was spectacular pussy and she was a well-satisfied, well-fucked woman, a week later when Bruce returned on Sunday afternoon. Her whole attitude toward life had changed. That afternoon he and Rocky were poolside. I shared a drink with them. His mother tolerated the surgery well and was on her way to recovery. When it was time to go upstairs Bruce said to Rocky, "I'm going up to Barry's condo. I want to catch up on what's been happening at the office while I've been gone." Rocky gave me a knowing smile and winked. That very morning she had looked up at me following our usual morning fuck and told me that the next place my dick would be was in her husband's mouth. She was right. Bruce couldn't wait to get down on his knees and blow me. I fucked Rocky in secret for almost two months, trying to figure out how to tell her husband. Then late one Friday afternoon, while Rocky was upstairs, Bruce and I had a long talk, poolside, sitting at a table under an umbrella. We had several drinks and as it got dark the talk gradually moved from work to personal. I asked about Rocky. "Rocky has been feeling a lot better in the last few weeks," Bruce said. "I've noticed," I replied. He nodded. "Her attitude is a lot more cheerful and positive." "Why do you think that is?" I asked. "I have no idea," Bruce said, "but I'm glad for her. She was so depressed. Now she's full of life." Well, I had to tell him sometime. We needed to have a long conversation about his wife and now seemed as good a time as any. He'd had a few drinks and he was loose. Besides, I had him by the balls and he knew it. No reason to beat around the bush. I hit him with it straight. "Bruce, I've been fucking your wife for almost two months. I started when you were in St. Louis. That's why she feels better. You weren't fucking her at all. Every woman needs to get laid, at least a little. A neglected pussy is a horny pussy." He looked at me sharply, his mouth open to say something. There was a brief flash of anger and his old arrogance and, then, he looked down at the ground and closed his eyes. He began breathing heavily and I could see in his head the picture of me fucking his wife playing like a porn video, with the size of my dick exaggerated in his mind. He had told me how big I was so often that now he must be thinking of his wife's pleasure, as she humped her hips to meet the pounding I was giving her in his imagination. Finally he looked up and spoke softly, "I knew that someday, someone would start fucking her. I knew she'd need it. It had to happen, but I didn't think it would be you. Maybe it's better that you're the one – no one would ever suspect you of all people. Does she know about us?" "Yes she does," I answered. "I figured she knew I was gay and in the closet," he said. He spoke like a man defeated, surrendering, changing. "When I married Rocky," he continued, "I had hoped that I could get along with just a little gay sex on the side – you know, every now and then. And I did that at first, but I couldn't keep it up. You've see me ... seen how much I need it ... seen me sometimes almost beg you for it. It's just gotten worse as the years have gone by. All you have to do is unzip your fly and I'm on my knees." "I don't fuck Rocky at all anymore. Actually I was lucky to meet you. At first I felt trapped but then I realized how much I needed what you gave me. I had been taking more and more risks in men's rooms and ... well ... disease or discovery – one or the other - was inevitable if I kept up what I was doing." He sat quietly, eyes closed, in deep thought. After a moment I asked, "What do you plan to do now?" "I have no idea!" Bruce said shaking his head from side to side in frustration. "You've seen the other three senior partners. Straight and intolerant! I don't dare come out of the closet. And the way our partnership is set up – you know as well as I do – I can't get out without a big financial loss for several more years." "What about a divorce?" I asked. "I'll look after Rocky you know. Rocky and I have become very close these past two months." "I can't do that either - maybe in two or three years. But then if they saw you taking care of her – I mean YOU of all people – those damn bigots! This is the South! I mean, a white woman dating the token black guy in the firm. Jesus! You gotta make Senior Partner to be safe or go out on your own and even then ... well ... you know!" "I like her Bruce and she likes me. We're gonna keep on fuckin. She needs it. You know that don't you?" "I know what your needs are," I said. " I'll take care of you when you need it. You don't have to suck off strangers in men's rooms. I have no plans for the next few years." Bruce chuckled and shook his head from side to side, as he so often did. "Can you take care of us both?" I nodded. "Bruce, you've seen my balls. In fact you've played with 'em, licked the sweat off 'em, always telling me how big they are. I can take care of you both. In fact, I've been taking care of you both for the last two months." Bruce again gave that nervous chuckle. "You know that I'm no bigot, but maybe what everybody says is true about ... well ... you know ... about black studs and southern women." "So you're not gonna change anything for a couple of years?" I asked. "I don't see how I can change anything," he said. "I have to stay in my place with Rocky. Those partners watch each other like hawks. I can't do anything suspicious or risk a separation that my partners might find out about." My mind raced. I was surprised he wanted to keep living with Rocky. I had figured that when I told him we were fucking, he'd move out or get a separation or let her move out or something. Anything except keep living they way we were. I didn't plan to sneak around. But Bruce didn't want any change in where his partners thought he was living or who he was living with. Okay, it was his choice but it called for a change in my plans – a change in our sleeping arrangements. Bruce might not like it but he really had no choice, if he wanted to keep Rocky living in the penthouse. Maybe it would work after all. Well, now was the time to lay it on the line. "I'm gonna be spending a lot of time in your penthouse, Bruce. I want you to move your things into the guest room. I'll move some of my things into your master bedroom with Rocky. That'll be our sleeping arrangement for the time being." "But ... but ... she's my wife!" He stammered helplessly. "She may be your wife, Bruce, but she's my woman now. I'm giving her what she needs – what you can't give her – orgasms. As long as she gets them she's gonna be happy." The poor bastard just sat there and nodded as I gave him orders. I watched the manhood drain out of him as he sat there, head bowed, in passive obedience. "I ... I don't know if I can ... you know ... take that," he stammered. "Well Bruce, we're gonna find that out this evening. Rocky and I are not gonna hide anymore. You and I are going up there in a few minutes and I'm gonna take your wife into the master bedroom and tell her about this conversation. Tell her about our new sleeping arrangements. Then I'm gonna fuck her – fuck her the way she likes, and you can sit in the living room and listen to us do it." "You can sit there, sipping your Balvenie, and thinking about that big, black cock you like to suck pounding in and out of your wife's wet pussy while she grunts and pumps her ass like a slut working for the orgasm that you can't give her." It was a tough thing to say but I thought it was necessary, even though I had no idea how he would react. Bruce just sat with his head down. I could see the picture I had painted rushing through his brain – crushing his manhood. He was going to be forced to listen to us fuck, sitting helplessly outside a closed door. Bruce sat there crushed, emasculated, but when I looked at his groin I saw the effect my words had had on him - he had an erection! Jesus! Dominating him was turning him on. I had heard that some gay guys were like that, but I'd never met one. Here I was cutting off his balls and the poor bastard was getting a hard on! Then I discovered something else. To my surprise, I was enjoying his sexual arousal. Jesus! I'm no pervert, but I never felt this thrill before! It was power! I remembered years of not having any power - years of deferring to the MAN – long years of saying, "Yes sir" and "No sir" and "Right away sir. And even with my job at the firm I had been deferring to THIS man." Well, I thought, deferring is over now! If it turns him on to hear me talk about fucking his wife, I'll talk some more. I'm gonna get rid of any remaining arrogance and any remaining thoughts of mistreating Rocky. I'm gonna get him ready for our new sleeping arrangements. "Bruce, do you want to hear the details about me fuckin your wife these past two months?" I asked. He closed his eyes a let out a big sigh. Then he looked down at his groin and saw that his erection was clearly visible. Then he saw me staring at it and dropped his gaze in shame and humiliation. He knew I was aware of his arousal. Finally he nodded his head weakly, unable to look me in the eye. I let him have it – the full treatment. "It started the Friday you left for St. Louis," I began. "I figured Rocky was horny because you were suckin my dick instead of fuckin her. You know, Bruce, a neglected pussy is an available pussy. So I invited her out to dinner. She was very pleased to go out with me. I took her to a place where we would not be seen by anyone we knew. After dinner we danced and she put her pussy on my thigh and rubbed me with it. Your wife wanted to fuck, Bruce – she wanted to fuck real bad. I had figured it would be easy pussy and it was." "We went back to your place and without saying a word, she just stripped down naked and posed for me like a whore - in spike heels, hose, and garter belt – so I could admire that beautiful sun-protected white skin and blond hair." "I had learned in college how much fun it was to fuck blonds and I also had learned how some blonds liked to fuck black studs. You know Bruce, some women are like that and Rocky happens to be one of them. White dicks are just too small for some of these horny gals. You've seen that big, black vibrator of hers!" "I fucked her on that shag rug in your bedroom. She went wild and had a big orgasm and then I fucked her in your bed. Bruce, there's a feeling of power when you fuck another man's wife in his own bed. Feel her pussy grab your dick when you give her an orgasm – especially if the other guy can't give her one." He was trembling with embarrassment and humiliation. He sat quietly, staring down at the erection bulging in his pants, knowing that I saw it, and knowing that I enjoyed seeing him aroused by hearing things that would have enraged any normal man. But for Bruce, it was a newfound pleasure, more powerful than any he had ever known before. He probably never knew he would react this way until now. Certainly I didn't. Slowly his right hand moved down and grasped his bulging trousers, squeezing his dick slowly. We both knew that his sexual attraction for my body rendered him helpless – now hearing about me fucking his wife was exciting him so much that he would be masturbating as soon as he could with that picture in his head. If we hadn't been outside he would probably be doing it now, even with me watching. Make him ask for it again, I thought – this is fun! "Bruce, do you want me to keep telling you about me fucking your wife?" He just sat there slowly squeezing his dick and said nothing. "I'll stop if you don't want to hear any more." He took in a quick breath, looked up at me in alarm, and, trembling, said, "No Barry. Please don't stop. Tell me all of it – everything you did to her. I want to hear it." It was hard not to laugh at the poor, helpless bastard, but I kept my cool. He wanted to be dominated and dominating this poor gay cuckold was more fun that I could have ever imagined. And watching him tremble and ask for more domination made it even better. "Well Bruce, we stayed naked that whole weekend. I think we fucked in every room of your penthouse. We drank your expensive Champaign with orange juice and stayed half drunk most of the time. We were in that big double shower of yours several times a day washing off cum and pussy juice – there was a lot of that on both of our bodies." "She told me you didn't fuck her and she said you had a little dick that wouldn't do her much good if you did. She showed me her big vibrator and said it was smaller than my dick." A Tale of Southern Tail "And we talked about sex. She laughed when I told her how I found out that you were gay and how your little pecker got hard when I fucked you and how you bent over and took it like a woman and ejaculated on the floor." I didn't think it was possible for him to be even more humiliated than he already was, but this last remark really hit him hard – he closed his eyes and shuddered. I couldn't help myself – I chuckled. I could see his mind picturing Rocky laughing at him when she heard about him getting fucked in the ass and ejaculating. "And Bruce, she also told me about her sexual fantasies. All of them were fun to hear about but there was one that was the best of all. You'll like this! Her favorite fantasy was about getting raped by a big black stud with an enormous cock. She told me how it turned her on when he raped her – how she pumped her ass and begged him to fuck her harder." "And Bruce, when I fucked her on the floor in your bedroom she had that fantasy for real and she really enjoyed it. You got a horny, hot wife Bruce. She needs to get fucked and I'm gonna fuck her for you. I'm gonna fuck her a lot." "Time to go upstairs, Bruce. Time for you to get used to our new sleeping arrangements. Time for you to hear noises that you haven't heard recently – like the sound of your wife having an orgasm. Are you ready?" His transformation was now complete – from arrogant, dominant executive to a helpless, gelded cuckold who would lie alone in bed trembling and playing with his little dick and masturbating as he thought about his wife in the next room spreading her legs for me. Bruce looked up with a submissive expression and nodded feebly, still playing with the erection that bulged in his pants. He made no effort now to conceal what he was doing. He was crushed and powerless and he was as ready as he was ever going to be for what was going to happen next. My mind flashed forward over the next couple of hours. I saw myself fucking his wife in his own bed, while he just sat in the living room playing with his dick and jacking off. He'd be outside a closed door, listening to his wife groan with pleasure. And he'd see her in his imagination pumping her ass, spreading her legs wide, sweating and grunting. Maybe I'd fuck her on the floor this first time – she made more noise that way and he could hear her beg me to fuck her harder. Maybe later this weekend I'd take him into the guest bedroom and fuck him – and, maybe, leave the door ajar so Rocky could peek in if she walked by. She had laughed when I described how her husband's little pecker got rock hard and bounced up and down when I fucked him. "I'd like to see that," she had said with a giggle. Maybe she'll stand there and watch him take it like a woman and giggle when he lets out that final grunt of ecstasy and squirts his little load on the floor. This poor bastard was sitting there playing with his dick and living, what for him, was a brand new fantasy. But it was in fact a very old one - the tawdry, classic, male fantasy of the Old South – what every southern gentleman was afraid his wife might do if she ever got the chance – the chance to take a really big, black cock deep. For Bruce it was no longer a fantasy – it was about to happen for real! And it was turning him on more than anything had ever turned him on in his entire life, because he knew how much he was going to enjoy it – again and again and again!