Packing in Tight Places Ch. 02

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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 06/10/2023
Created 05/20/2020
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I entered the code to unlock the door to the storage warehouse with trembling fingers and not a little trepidation. After all, strange as it may seem, the last time I was here, a week ago, I was taken roughly from behind. My anal cherry had been popped by a man whose face I had never seen. I came twice from this man's violations, or perhaps I should say, his advances. I did absolutely nothing to resist him, and while he was confident and forceful, his action was not rape. The moment his fingers closed around my stiffening cock, I gave consent in all but word.

The warehouse door opened and I carried in a single box intended for my storage unit. I knew full well that the box was just for appearances. I was ravished the last time I was here and I had admitted to myself that I was here for more.

I wound through dimly-lit corridors toward my storage space, breathing harder than I should carrying so light a burden. I was in a heightened state of excitement. Would I meet the man who had taken my gay virginity again? He had whispered sweet, dirty nothings in my ear as he ploughed my ass; he told me what he would do to me next time. My underwear was saturated with pre-cum from anticipation of the possibilities. I had been pushing a leaky woody around all morning; it was all I could do to hide my boner from my wife.

I turned the last corner and stood before my unit. I set the box down and fitted the key to the padlock before swinging the door wide open, letting light from the corridor flood the shadowy space. I picked up the box and carried it inside the unit.

There, to one side of the door was the old furniture and some toolboxes; the other side was packed almost to the height of the unit with storage totes. Between these piles stood two storage totes. I vividly remembered last Saturday when my unknown lover bent me over those bins and fucked my brains out. I sighed as I recalled, feeling a little surge in my dick as more pre-cum coated the front of my underwear. Everything in the storage unit was the same as when I'd left the place a week ago... but for one small item.

On top of the two totes was a small white rectangle: a business card. The logo for the storage warehouse itself stood off the card in bold black and red. The manager's name was centred on the card in black bold caps. The name was Tyrone. I held the card in my left hand and tapped the name with my right index finger as my mind raced. Had the manager visited my unit sometime this week and left his card, or was this a calling card left here last week by the man who had taken me?

I turned this over and over again in my mind as I reshuffled and sorted the items in my storage space. I hoped that if I was here at the same day of the week and same time of the day that my lover would find me again. I had everything squared away after about fifteen minutes or so. I wondered if I should wait here a while in case he showed up.

When I had been bent in half and taking my first cock up my ass, the man leaned over me and whispered breathily in my ear, promising that he would take me again, use me like his bitch or any common whore and that I would love it. Even remembering his gravelly whisper sent a shiver down my spine and a spasm through my dick. He had said there would be a next time and I believed him.

I thought long and hard about what to do next. I could wait, passively hoping he would show up here or I could follow up on my one clue: the business card. I was full of jangling nerves. It was one thing to wait quietly in my storage unit, and another to dare myself to set out in search of the man who'd taken my ass as his own personal property.

My sensible mind was not in charge of my deliberations; I was thinking with my dick. I pocketed the card and stepped out of my storage unit. I locked it and started walking with shaky legs toward the front office of the storage company. The place was huge and it took me a few minutes to find my way to the office; it was my first time there, as my wife had been the one to come here and fill out the rental agreement. I paled as I thought of my wife and the way I was trying to betray my marriage vows, but my legs kept churning ever closer to the office. The first time had just happened but this time I was actively seeking out an act of infidelity.

When I arrived, I faced a door with a frosted pane of glass lettered "Office". There was a post-it note with a handwritten message stuck to the glass, saying to knock before entering. I did and was rewarded with a shout from within telling me to enter.

The office was shabby. A service counter separated the public from the office space. The walls were sheathed in seventies-style wood paneling. The commercial carpet could have been any colour to begin with, but it was a faded grey now, trampled with dust. There was one window, partially obscured by a tatty set of blinds. Bulletin boards were covered with memos. A swimsuit calendar was turned to a page three months ago; I wondered if the manager liked that particular woman over this month's model. Overhead, a fan spun around lazily. On the desk, there was a computer with a nineties-style monitor and an open laptop beside it. In one corner of the room, by the ceiling, a camera stared down on the room with its shiny black eye.

A tall, heavy-set man with a grey, receding hairline stepped up to the service counter. He had a large belly but his short sleeves showed strong arms. He had a little stubble and smelled of coffee.

"I'm Tyrone, the manager. Can I help you, Mister?"

I had tried to come up with a plausible reason to come and visit the office as I walked through the corridors, but whatever I came up with deserted me.

"Um," I said.

"Sir?" Tyrone said.

"I, um, wanted to review my contract."

Tyrone's eyes narrowed. "Do you? Is there a problem?"

"Oh, ah, no problem, just... um, my wife signed the contract and I just wanted to..." My words hung in the air.

Tyrone smiled. It was a smarmy, arrogant expression.

"You know what I think? I think you want to review your services with us."

"I do."

"How did you like the servicing you received last Saturday?"

My ears were suddenly hot and I could feel the colour rising in my face. I chickened out. "I... I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, no? Maybe you don't want that kind of service anymore."

The conflict must have been written all over my face. I had no words.

"You do remember last Saturday, don't you?"

I nodded, crimson.

"And here you are back again."

There was a beat. I nodded again. I felt weak in my knees. I was melting in this man's forceful gaze. He maintained that glare until I broke eye contact.

"Maybe I've got the wrong idea," Tyrone said. "Maybe you didn't come here for the reason I think you did. I'll tell you what. I'm going to kick you off this property and tear up your rental agreement unless you tell me what you want right now. What will wifey have to say about that?"

I looked up into his face again. I mumbled something incoherent and Tyrone, clearly not impressed, raised an eyebrow. I stumbled over my words, feeling disoriented, as if I was moving very fast. Finally, I stuttered out an answer in low tones.

"I... I... came to... um... have sex."

"Speak up," Tyrone said.

"I came to have sex." It sounded absurd to be so direct.

Tyrone laughed. "See? All you had to do was say what you wanted. Now, here's how it is. I don't 'have sex'. I fuck. I fuck pussy, I fuck ass, I fuck face. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes," I said timidly.

A section of the counter was cutaway to allow passage between the office and the reception area. Tyrone beckoned me around to his side of the counter. Following my dick, I passed into the office side of the room.

Tyrone was taller and wider than me, but he was given to flab. I remembered his soft belly pressing against my back when he took me previously. I might have been repulsed by him if not for the memory of his dick jabbing me on to ecstasy last week. My cock was watering for him.

"Okay, here are the rules. Your 'service agreement' if you like. I call the shots. I'll do the fucking and you'll be the one who gets fucked. Sometimes, I can get a little verbal, so you might as well be prepared to be called a few names. You will be here when I tell you to be and you'll do what you're told like the little bitch that you are."

I nodded meekly.

"Good. Let's start now. That goatee you have makes your mouth look like a hairy pussy. I'm gonna fuck it. Get on your knees in front of me. Go ahead, you know it's where you belong."

Even as my knees buckled, my cock dribbled and my breathing intensified, I took thought of the camera in the corner. Tyrone saw my eyes dart that way and guessed my concern immediately.

"Don't worry," he said. "That thing hasn't worked in years."

I was immediately relieved, but then my next problem presented itself with a quick zip. On my knees, my face was introduced to its first dick. Tyrone's long shaft was rooted in a nest of brown and grey pubic hair. Two big hairy balls swung to either side of it. The penis itself was perhaps seven inches in its engorged state. The bulbous head of the cock was reddish purple and a blue vein traversed the length of the rod. I could see Tyrone's pulse in the organ's tremors.

"Alright," Tyrone said. "Time to break your mouth in the way I broke your ass in. Open up and watch it with your teeth."

A drop of pre-seminal fluid glistened at the tip of his penis. I was beyond nervous but still my mouth was watering. I looked up at Tyrone and he looked down upon me triumphantly. From this perspective, Tyrone's double chin bunched up in a little pouch. His confidence somehow emboldened me. By the time Tyrone told me to put it in my mouth, I was already leaning in to lick off that tiny pearl of pre-cum. I traced my tongue over the spot and was rewarded with an inoffensive sweet and salty flavour.

"Go on," Tyrone prompted.

I enveloped the head of his cock and swished my tongue over it. Tyrone exhaled a sigh of pleasure. I quickly learned how to use my lips to protect his sensitive organ from my teeth. I took in more of his dick and began to swirl my tongue around the shaft the way my wife used to do it for me. I managed to get nearly his whole cock in my mouth before my gag reflex intervened. I discovered that as I absorbed more of his cock, the impulse was to make a seal with my lips around its girth and apply suction even as I continued to massage its length with my tongue.

"Damn, that's good, you little bitch. This isn't your first time?"

I stopped only long enough to confirm that it was my first blowjob.

"Well, you're good, a natural-born cocksucker. I was going to pull out and ravage your ass now, but if this is your first time, I will just have to teach you how to take a load of cum."

Tyrone held my head in both his hands and began to push his cock in and out of my mouth. I couldn't keep up with this pace, and I didn't try. I just kept the suction on and my tongue dancing over his rod. I felt myself relaxing into the role of cocksucker. I had known that if I followed up on my quest to find my male lover of last Saturday there was a chance I might find a dick in my mouth, so I was not completely taken my surprise.

I felt a small spurt of pre-cum on my tongue and enjoyed its flavour and texture. I was surprised how much I liked it. With his pre-ejaculatory juices in my mouth, Tyrone probably felt like he was fucking a silk fist.

The old man continued face-fucking me for ten minutes or so until I sensed his whole body tensing up in front of me. He grunted loudly and that was my only warning that he was coming. I felt an enormous burst in my mouth, followed by another and another. All the while, he never stopped fucking my face like the pussy he said it resembled. I couldn't contain all the cum in my mouth and what I didn't swallow, I wore in a slippery sheen on my cheeks and around my lips, moustache and beard. It dripped off my face in long strands and fell in my lap where it mixed with my own cum, for when Tyrone ejaculated in my mouth, I once more blew a load in my pants. I squirmed in my excitement, but I didn't stop lapping at Tyrone's dick. After I had licked it sufficiently clean, Tyrone pulled his pecker out of my face. I was still kneeling before him when he looked down on me. The sweat stood on his brow and he sighed loudly.

"Get used to that taste, cocksucker, because you'll be tasting it a lot."

I stood up, conscious of the wet spot in the front of my sweatpants. Tyrone saw it.

"Well, look at you: coming from sucking dick. Did you know you were a faggot or is this a new discovery for you?"

I didn't have a religious upbringing to teach me to hate gays, but even so, being called a faggot hit me hard. How could I deny it? I had been jerked off by another man and enjoyed it. I had been fucked up the arse and loved it. I had come from sucking another man's dick. Faggot wasn't a kind word, but if it's a descriptor based on those characteristics, I certainly fit the bill.

"It doesn't matter," Tyrone said. "You'll get used to it. Damn, I have to say that seeing you standing there with a wet spot above your cock and my juices around your mouth is making me hot again. Come here."

I obeyed mindlessly. I was in a heightened state of arousal which had not been dissipated by the force of my orgasm. Older, fat, balding, whatever, I still wanted him. He had the same idea and reached out to untie my sweat pants. He tugged them down around my legs as he had the week before. He turned me around to face his desk and when he applied pressure, he bent me in half over it.

"Tell me you want it," Tyrone said.

I didn't hesitate. "Yes, please I want it."

"What do you want?"

"Your cock up my ass. I want you to fuck me. Please!"

Tyrone reached around my waist and put a hand beneath the front of my underwear. It came out with globs of my semen pooling in his palm and webbing his fingers. He leaned over my back and put the wet hand in front of me.

"Spit in it," Tyrone said.

I added my saliva to the slime in his hand. I knew that he was going to use my juices as a lube the same way he did last week. He yanked my underwear down out of his way. A moment later I could feel his fingers rubbing some of the sperm and saliva into my anal sphincter. The next few seconds must have entailed Tyrone greasing his own pole for entry.

There was no word of warning, nor a tentative approach like last time. Tyrone simply rammed his cock up my bunghole. I let out a little cry, not so much of pain as surprise at this new fullness. He began to saw back and forth inside me, eliciting my moans of pleasure. Next, Tyrone did one of my favourite things from his repertoire: He leaned over my back, pressing his big belly against my shirt, and began to lick and suck at my neck. He whispered that I was a good little whore for him; that I would be his toy for as long as he wanted me. He called me names, like bitch and fairy and faggot, and all I could do was continue to moan. I felt completely submissive to this dominant, forceful man and I enjoyed it. I began to push back, meeting his thrusts. Soon we were both groaning with delight. Our build-up to another orgasm had begun.

Tyrone wasn't the kind of man to fake pleasure for another's psychological benefit, so I know he was enjoying my tight asshole. As for what I was feeling... I was awash with sentiment and sensation. I felt terrible guilt for betraying my wife, but I was never more sexually satisfied in my life than I'd been in this past week. Once more, the man stimulated my pleasure-giving prostate and soon, I was close to blowing another wad.

Tyrone leaned over me again and nibbled at my earlobe. He whispered in my ear.

"Since you mentioned your wife filled out the original service agreement, I should tell you... I've had all three of her holes every Wednesday afternoon since she rented the unit." Which would mean about six months.

Tyrone groaned loudly and sprayed his load in my bowels, and as I processed what he told me, I envisioned my beautiful wife blowing this superior cock; imagined her grinding her pussy against Tyrone's dick; pictured her bent over this desk while he fucked her ass, a privilege she had never allowed me. And with the visualizations, I came harder than I ever had in my life.

Tyrone was still inside me, still laying over my back. He wiped his sweaty face on my shirt and whispered in my ear again. "Did you just come from imagining your wife, your sweetheart, your one true love giving me her ass? Are you a sissy?"

I sighed at the designation. My idea of a real man would have done everything differently. He would have resisted this male intruder. He would have commanded his wife's loyalty. He would have knocked Tyrone's block off for seducing his wife. Instead, I had to admit I was not that man; I was turning into a sissy, a namby-pamby, and I felt fulfilled and strangely excited.

Tyrone removed his bulk from my back. I imagined how I looked to him, with my pants and underwear down and my shirt rolled up from my ass, which by now was leaking some of the surplus of semen he had deposited inside me. The front of the desk was sprayed with my cum.

"So it's your wife on Wednesday afternoons and you on Saturday mornings," Tyrone said. "How do you feel about that, sissy?"

I tried to gather myself up with dignity but there was nothing for it. How could I blame my wife for being seduced by this man when the same thing had happened to me? I knew Tyrone wanted an answer to his question, so I pulled up my briefs and my sweats and straightened out my shirt.

"As long as you keep fucking me, I don't care what you do with her, so long as she isn't hurt."

"Total submission," Tyrone said with a whistle. "You just accept that I can give her something you can't. Don't take my word for it. I have video to prove it. Here, we'll watch it. A sissy like you will likely bust a nut again when you see your wife fucked by a real man, right here in this room."

I looked at him quizzically. "You said the camera didn't work."

"Yeah, I lied." Tyrone laughed. "Don't worry about learning your wife's secret. I'm going to show her your video too. I doubt she'll want to leave you over it, but I'll bet when she sees what a submissive sissy you are, she might bring home lovers to do her and plough your ass. And if not, you can always come here while she entertains. How does that sound?"

I had to admit it sounded pretty good to me.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

Hmm....I am confused. I read storys about BBC in a similar vein, and while they aren't my "cup of tea", they usually produce an extremely stiff erection and, more often than not, an explosive orgasm. No different here, but Tyrone was not identified as having a BBC yet the description of his behavior was indicitive of the usual big, black guy, taking a weaker sissy, using him for his pleasure and often times taking the guys wife, too. Is Tyrone a black guy? The name seems to indicate so. If not, perhaps subtly introduce that aspect to your sequel, nothing quite as exciting as the description of a Big, Black Cock, oozing sweet cream, as big around as your forearm, pink head pulsing with pleasure, waiting to be sucked dry by a submissive sissy!

Cocksucker666Cocksucker666over 3 years ago
Desperate

Please can you write the next chapter as soon as possible I love it!

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 4 years ago
Great story

Another chapter, please.

drmweaver705drmweaver705almost 4 years agoAuthor
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Hi, 63lsmith: Was it the writing that disappointed you or the content of the story? I appreciate your honest feedback.

63lsmith63lsmithalmost 4 years ago
A 3 star read

Yesno mistake only 3 stars.

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