Married Man Is Turned Out

Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed Part 1, I was excited to get so much feedback!

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Connor's wife had just left for the day, and he sat down at his desk with a million thoughts racing through his head. What was he doing? Twice now he'd gone over to his new neighbors house and fucked around with another guy. He'd never once before even checked a guy out, and in the past 48 hours he'd felt a cock, had his cocked sucked, sucked a cock, and had his ass eaten and fingered. It felt surreal that only two days ago he'd been, what? Straight? He was still straight, but he couldn't deny that these hookups had felt incredible. The feeling of Brad's finger on his prostate had been... indescribable. His cock was hard now just thinking about it.

Connor realized he hadn't even logged into work yet, he was just staring at a black computer screen. He logged in but almost immediately his phone buzzed. It was a text from Brad.

"I saw your wife left, come over ;)" It read. Connor swallowed. He knew he shouldn't. He had work to do, Sara might have forgotten something and have turned around to get it. If she came back and he wasn't there what would he say? Brad's previous text had mentioned setting up gym equipment. Fuck, he couldn't wait. He stood up, his hard cock pushing straight out in his sweat pants. He couldn't go outside like this. He went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He tried to think of something else to calm himself down, but his mind kept going to Brad's basement... what was waiting for him there. He decided to grab a jacket and carry it in front of him...

Outside he checked both ways for anyone coming down the road or sidewalk, but it was quiet. He quickly walked across to Brad's door and knocked. It opened on Brad's grinning face.

"That didn't take long." Brad said, but didn't open the door wide. He was standing there shirtless again, and seeing the man's hairy chest sent a thrill through Connor.

"Yea... can I come in?" Connor asked.

"You want to suck my cock again?" Brad asked. Connor's cheeks flushed, he looked across his shoulder quickly to see if anyone was coming. It was still clear.

"Jesus, let me in, man." Connor whispered.

"You're so cute when you're nervous." Brad laughed and swung the door open wide. Connor quickly stepped in with relief. Brad shut the door and stepped close to Connor. "So, do you want to suck my cock again?"

"Yeah..." Connor said quietly.

"Maybe try some other stuff too?" Brad asked.

"Yeah..." Connor repeated, unable to meet Brad's gaze.

Brad reached out and grabbed Connor's chin, lifting it until their eyes met. "There we go, there's no need to be shy... I've already been inside you."

Connor swallowed, and didn't respond. His heart was pounding, and his cock was standing straight out from his sweat pants. Brad reached out, grabbed it through the fabric and began stroking. Connor moaned, feeling relief at the touch he'd been thinking of all morning.

"Mmmmm, already so excited. I think somebody's addicted." Brad said wickedly.

"I..." Connor moaned, but stopped. He was staring into Brad's eyes as the older man worked his cock.

"It's ok... I know this is all new for you. Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you." Brad nearly whispered as he came closer. Their lips met and Connor felt his head go woozy. Brad's tongue was in his mouth and they were making out. Brad's other hand went to Connor's ass and began squeezing and kneading his buttcheek. Connor melted into Brad's embrace, and kissed back even more fiercely. He didn't know how long they stayed like that. Brad's tongue invading his mouth, stroking his cock and playing with his ass had him on fire. He didn't want the feeling to end. Then Brad pulled away.

"You are so sexy." Brad said, and Connor blushed again. He felt so turned on hearing that from another man, he could tell how badly Brad wanted him and it felt like nothing he'd known before. "Let's go downstairs."

Brad took his hand and led him down to the basement, and then to the love seat. He removed his own shorts, and Connor saw Brad's cock was stiff and ready. Brad sat down on the love seat, and stared up at Connor.

"What are you waiting for?" Brad asked. "Don't you want to suck my cock?"

Without a second thought Connor collapsed to his knees in front of him, grabbed his cock and began kissing it. His lips on the hot, thick meat felt amazing, he wanted to lick and worship every inch. He began stroking it and stuck out his tongue to lick the head. Brad's precum was salty and delicious like he remembered, and he traced his tongue all over the head of his cock. Brad moaned and Connor felt that same thrill as before. He felt so submissive, but powerful too. He wanted to make Brad feel good, wanted to please him with his mouth. He continued licking and kissing with his eyes closed, his whole universe was this cockhead, making it slick, and warm and leaky. His own cock was leaking and rigid in his boxers, and he dropped one hand to rub at it. He moaned with Brad's cock against his lips.

"God damn you are a natural born cock slut." Brad groaned.

Connor looked up, and realized how he must look to the older man. He'd eagerly dropped to his knees and was worshiping his cock like his life depended on it. He didn't care, he stared into Brad's eyes as he continued to stroke and lick. The connection between them was electric.

"Take it in your mouth now." Brad commanded. Connor wanted to so badly, he opened his mouth and felt the rigid cock slide in on his tongue. He pushed until it hit the back of his throat, and bobbed up and down like that, trying to keep his mouth as tight as possible for Brad's cock. Brad's groans made him feel proud of how he was doing, he wanted to make the older man cum like he had, make his cock explode.

Brad leaned over slightly and lifted the remote. Connor continued to bob up and down as Brad fiddled with the remote, and soon he heard porn turned on. Men's voices quickly turned to grunts, and the slapping of flesh. Connor felt so naughty, slobbering on this man's cock while he watched porn.

Brad looked down at him again, "Good boy, just wanted to get a little inspiration for us."

"Mmmmmhmmmm." Connor said as Brad continued to groan.

"Yea keep going, you're making daddy's cock feel so good." Brad said, placing his hands on the sides of Connor's head. He sped up slightly, fucking Connors mouth. Connor tried hard not to gag as the head of Brad's cock punched at the back of his throat. He was taking less than half of Brad's cock, he couldn't imagine swallowing all of it but he desperately wanted to. He wanted to hear the noise Brad would make with his cock completely swallowed in his throat. He pushed as far as he could, his eyes began watering, then pulled back. He tried this again and again until he started coughing. He pulled back, ropes of saliva stretching then snapping from Brad's cock to his mouth. He wiped at his face, and coughed some more.

"Mmmmm so eager to throat me huh? We'll get there." Brad said grinning with a wicked glint in his eyes. "Lick my balls some more while I find the right spot."

Connor complied, dragging his tongue along Brad's balls, feeling the weight of them on his tongue. Digging his tongue in the space between Brad's thigh and groin, then going back to lapping at his sac. Brad stroked while he fiddled with the remote some more.

"Here it is, strip baby, let's do some acting." Brad said, and pulled Connor to his feet. As quickly as he could Connor pulled off his shirt, then pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, and took off his socks. Brad grabbed him by the shoulders and brought him around to the side of the couch. "Look at the TV."

Connor looked, and on the TV was one of the videos they had watched his first night here. A large well muscled man had a smaller man in a similar position to the one they were in. The smaller man was bent over the arm of the couch, and the large man was knelt down behind him, licking and slurping at his ass. The smaller man's eyes were closed, his face pushed into the couch cushions, moaning in ecstasy as the larger man rimmed him. He felt Brad's arms encircle him, and his hard cock pressed against Connor's ass. He shivered at the feeling, Brad's cock felt massive against his ass, the heat of it between his butt cheeks made him shudder.

"Want to try that position?" Brad whispered in his ear. His hand began stroking Connor's leaking cock, and he moaned and pushed his ass back against Brad's hot meat.

"Yes..." Connor cried out in a low tone. Brad's other hand reached up and began teasing Connor's nipple. He pushed his crotch against Connor's ass in return, Connor felt the man's pubes grinding against his lower back. He let out another moan. His senses were overwhelmed and he closed his eyes and leaned against Brad.

"Say... yes daddy." Brad whispered in his ear, then darted his tongue into Connor's ear canal.

"Ooooh fuck." Connor said. He nearly came, the combined pleasure he was feeling was so intense, but Brad seemed to sense this and slowed down his stroking. He still licked and teased at Connor's ear. "Fuck yes." Connor repeated.

"Say yes daddy." Brad said more firmly this time and pinched Connor's nipple.

"Yes daddy." Connor heard himself say, he couldn't believe what he was doing. That he was feeling this way, swooning while he was assaulted like this. Still he ground his ass against Brad's cock, feeling its saliva slickness gliding across his ass.

"Good boy." Brad said. Suddenly he pushed Connor forward, and Connor's face hit the couch cushions. His ass was jutting out, his cock pressed against the armrest. He nearly squealed as Brad buried his face between his cheeks. It was as amazing as he remembered. He opened his eyes and saw the same scene playing out on the TV still. It felt surreal, watching the same thing happen on TV. He imagined what it would look like to watch footage of Brad eating his ass. He writhed as he felt Brad's tongue pushing and then entering into his hole.

"Fuck... ooooh..." he moaned as the older mans' tongue wriggled inside of him. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into the couch. He felt like he was going to explode, the tickling sensation of Brad's tongue inside of him was so amazing. He humped against the arm rest, grinding his cock feebly as Brad continued his frenzied assault. Brad's hand circled his cock and pumped slowly, as he continued licking at his hole. Then he felt Brad start to kiss around his hole, then out to his cheeks.

"Mmmm your boy pussy tastes so good baby." Brad said.

"Boy pussy?" Connor asked dumbly as his head cleared a bit.

"Mmmmmhmm." Brad said. His non-stroking hand rose up and Connor felt a finger pressing against his ring, causing him to arch back a bit. "You won't have an asshole after this baby, you'll have a perfect boy pussy for taking cocks."

Connor moaned as the digit pressed inside of, then past his ring. He felt so dirty, Brad was looking at his asshole, teasing it, calling it a pussy... His face burned with embarrassment, but he felt so turned on hearing these demeaning words.

"You like daddy talking about your pussy?" Brad asked, then went back to kissing Connor's ass cheek. He felt the older man nuzzling and suckling at his ass cheek, as the finger sunk deeper and pressed into his prostate.

"Fuck yes!" Connor said. "Don't stop."

"Don't worry baby, daddy won't stop." Brad laughed. "I'm gonna have you like that boy on the TV soon."

Connor opened his eyes. On the screen the larger man was standing behind the prone man. His ass was still jutting up and the larger man was lining his cock up against his glistening hole. Connor watched in disbelief as the huge cock slipped inside of the man. It looked so easy. There was no way Brad could fuck him was there? He moaned again as Brad's finger went all the way inside of him, stretching his hole painfully.

"Don't worry baby, I'm not gonna fuck you today." Brad said, then went back to nuzzling at Connor's cheek. He continued to slowly stroke Connor's cock where it dangled, as his finger went slowly in and out of his hole.

Connor found himself watching the small man on the screen's face, the pure bliss on it as he was entered and fucked. He figured he must have a similar look on his own face, his body felt so incredible. He was thrusting as best he could against Brad's finger, wanting more of this incredible sensation. Then he felt Brad's face lower, and Brad began to lick at his balls, then up and down his hanging cock as he continued to finger him. Connor wriggled and moaned, and felt Brad pull his cock up and backwards toward his face. Brad's lips were kissing the underneath of his cockhead, then suddenly he felt his cock engulfed in his mouth. Brad's head expertly took his entire length, and his finger began pressing urgently against Connor's prostate.

"Oooooooooh." Connor mewled as he felt his orgasm coming. He buried his face again, and just gave into the sensation of his cock in Brad's throat and the finger burying itself inside him. He let out a low whine as he began to cum, and felt his cock erupting inside Brad's warm willing mouth. He tried to thrust but the position he was in made it impossible, he just let Brad's mouth milk him as he shot burst after burst of cum. Brad's pace slowed, but he continued rubbing his finger against Connor's prostate and to slowly work his cock with his mouth. Eventually he let Connor's cock slide out of his mouth, then pulled his finger from Connor's ass. Connor winced in a bit of pain as the finger slipped free.

"Fuck that was hot, the noises you made were such a turn on." Brad said. Connor was exhausted, he was panting but couldn't drag himself from the couch. Brad was squeezing his ass with one hand. "Here let me cum while I look at your pretty hole."

Oh my god, Connor thought. That was so fucking dirty, what am I doing? But he didn't try to get up, just laid there as he heard Brad stroking his own cock, and pulling his left but cheek aside. His thumb grazed against Connor's hole and he shuddered at the touch.

"Mmmm such a dirty little slut, letting me lick and suck your dirty hole. You like daddy eating your ass?" Brad asked.

Connor's stomach sank, he wanted to leave again... this was so embarrassing now, he imagined what a sight he was, bent over this couch like... like a slut.

"Tell daddy you like it baby." Brad said.

"I... I liked it." Connor admitted.

"Was it the best you've ever had?" Brad asked, he sounded short of breath, his own orgasm approaching as he stroked madly at his cock.

"Yes... I've never... cum like that." Connor said. He couldn't believe he was admitting this, his cheeks burned, he felt hot and ashamed.

"Fuck yes..." Brad said, "Let daddy paint your hole with his cum."

Brad groaned, then Connor felt something hot spray his ass. It was on his ass cheeks, his asshole, it began dripping down his balls and thighs.

"Good slut." Brad breathed as he finished. Connor lay there dumbly for another moment, then pushed himself up, his arms feeling weak and shaky.

"Let me get something." Brad said. He stepped away to the bar, then came back with a towel. He knelt down then began wiping Connor's ass. Connor felt so embarrassed, the way Brad cleaned him was somehow almost as humiliating as everything else.

"Ooh sorry baby I gave you a little hickey on your ass." Brad laughed. Connor felt so ashamed, he had to keep that hidden from Sara. Oh god, Sara... Then he felt Brad grabbing at his butt cheeks again, and something being pressed against his hole. He jumped and yelped at the sensation, but Brad pinned him against the couch with his other arm. Something slipped a bit painfully into him, but then Brad let go of him and stepped away.

"What was that?" Connor asked, turning to face him.

"A butt plug, just a little one." Brad said, smiling. He reached out cupped his hands around Connor's butt, pulling their crotches together. Connor felt embarrassed at this contact, after the heat of the moment had passed he felt out of place and guilty.

"I don't...." Connor started, but faltered.

"It'll help your hole stretch a little bit, get it ready for new pleasures." Brad whispered. Connor shuddered at that, and pulled away.

"I should get back, I need to do some work." He stepped into his boxers and sweatpants and pulled them up. Brad walked over to the other side of the basement while he finished dressing.

"That's alright, I actually do have some gym equipment to put together. The squat rack needs to go up. Maybe we can work out together?" Brad said.

"Yea maybe." Connor said, pulling his shirt over his head. He walked towards the stairs.

"See you later, take that plug out if it gets too uncomfortable." Brad said.

"Ok, bye" Connor said miserably, and headed up the stairs. The feeling of the plug in his ass making him feel ridiculous as he took each step.

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Connor came home to a bunch of unanswered work messages, and realized he'd missed a meeting. Fuck! He can't let things slip like this, what was he doing? He quickly typed back some apologies, saying he'd overslept and wasn't feeling well. It wasn't something he usually did, so he didn't think they'd suspect anything was up. His adrenaline let him focus, he responded to a few emails and then began working in earnest.

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After lunch Connor was texting with Sara, she was checking in on him and telling him about her budget meeting that morning. It felt refreshingly normal, until he got a message from Brad. It was a picture of him using his newly built squat rack. He was only wearing tight boxers, his massive bulge was on full display. Connor couldn't stop staring at it, he remembered the feeling of that cock in his mouth and began to get hard. The message said "Hey, want to come work out?"

"Can't, too much work to do," He quickly sent back.

"Bring your computer :) I've got Wi-Fi. Nothing like getting the blood pumping to increase productivity."

The blood was pumping all right... but not where he needed it to. He felt like he had no choice, he knew what his body wanted to do. Connor was trying to talk himself out of it, but in his mind he was already over at Brad's, back in the basement.

He left, computer in hand, heart pounding, and stiff cock pointing the way to Brad's front door. Guilt and shame were pushed to the back of his mind, he needed to feel more of the older man's touch, his experienced lips, his strong hands, and mostly his huge cock. Before he knew it he was on Brad's porch for the second time that day. Someone drove by while he waited after knocking. He didn't dare look, couldn't imagine making eye contact, hoping it wasn't one of their neighbors that Sara talked to.

Brad came to the door in just his boxers, and let Connor come in.

"Alright, working from here this afternoon I guess," Brad said.

"Yea," Connor replied shyly.

"How much do you squat?" Brad asked, heading down the basement stairs.

"I don't know, one thirty five?"

"Oh, we're gonna have to work on that, gotta get those glutes bigger, juice up that booty."

"Yea..." Connor flushed at the way Brad talked about him. He followed Brad over to the still mostly empty space to the right, where he'd assembled the squat rack.

Brad set a forty-five pound plate on each end of the rack and stepped back.

"Come on, I'll spot you."

Connor stepped under the bar and lifted the weight up. He felt Brad coming up behind him, and then felt his hands on his sides. He jumped at the touch.