Please! I'll Suck Your Cock! Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Please! I'll Suck Your Cock! Ch. 01

... local community college where I studied communications, hoping one day to start a career as a public relations specialist. Although I've been submitting applications every week and trying to establish a network of contacts, I haven't had any luck yet. So for the last year and a half I've been working at a local Pizza restaurant—both serving and delivering pizzas-taking any shifts I can get. It's not much, but it pays the rent.

I don't currently have a girlfriend so I'm constantly horny, and I watch a lot of porn on the days when I'm off work. I particularly love to watch cock sucking videos. The nastier the better. As much as I like having my cock sucked (and I've only enjoyed that a few times from girlfriends), I also imagine being on the receiving end. In my mind I can feel the velvety soft cockhead as it enters my mouth and the guy I'm sucking puts his hands on the back of my head to take control. I guess you could say I'm Bi as I also fantasize a lot about eating pussy and having women suck my cock.

If you lived here in Southern California you'd know what I mean when I say we are surrounded by sexuality. There are beautiful women everywhere you look and I can see why so many porn movies are made here. Hell, the San Fernando Valley was at one time the porn capital of the world. Like I said, I watch a lot of that porn. You can see girls, boys, older women, married women, you name it in these films. If there is a kink, they've got it on film or even made a series out ...

... of it. It gets me off and I love to watch the porn stars—girls or boys, do their thing to please any number of hard cocks. So the thought of sucking cock definitely turned me on. I just didn't imagine myself doing it under duress.

I never thought I'd be the star of my own personal porn story, though, about a rookie cocksucker who finds himself over his head financially and succumbs to the baser instincts of his fellow man.

Anyway, a few weeks ago I lost my job at the Pizza place a few blocks from where I live as the owner had to close the restaurant temporarily during the Covid pandemic. I figured I could easily find another job to tide me over financially until they reopened the restaurant, but so far nothing had panned out and I was on the hook to pay my monthly rent. The bottom line is, I didn't have enough savings to cover the rent this month.

Mr. Ray Carver, our building's Superintendent, made his usual rounds at the end of the month to collect everyone's rent. Everybody in the apartment complex knows and likes Mr. Carver. He is a big Black guy in his mid-50s, built like a football player with a slight paunch in his gut but you can tell back in the day he was built like a Mack truck. He has an easy way about him and is always friendly and helpful to the residents in our complex. On this occasion--for the first time since I had moved out on my own--I wasn't able to hand over my rent check. The landlord who owned the building had a reputation for evicting people ...