Chapter 11

It was a sultry night in mid October, and Jim found himself alone at a bar. Kris had set this up; she’d had him create a profile on a dating app, specifically seeking a man who would be willing to play along with their game. He’d arranged to meet this stranger, a man named Carl, for a drink. Kris and Carl had chatted and she told Jim he might be the one. Jim was nervous but excited, his heart racing as he entered the dimly lit bar.

He spotted Carl sitting at the end of the counter; he was a tall, muscular man with a hint of a stubble and an intense gaze. Jim approached him, his palms sweating slightly. “You must be Jim,” Carl said, standing up and extending his hand. “Kris told me all about you.”

Jim nodded, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he shook Carl’s hand. “She did, huh?” he said, trying to sound casual. “Well, she’s an amazing woman. I’m willing to do anything for her.”

Carl smirked, and there was a gleam of mischief in his eye. “So I’ve heard. She told me you two like to play games. I think I might enjoy this one.”

Jim ordered a drink to steady his nerves, and they made small talk for a while, but it was clear they were both anticipating something more. Carl suggested they move to a more private area, and they headed to the bathroom together.

As they entered the empty bathroom, Jim felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. Carl took charge, closing the door behind them and pushing Jim into the handicap stall. He leaned in close, his breath hot on Jim’s ear. “I hear you like to be dominated,” he whispered. “Let’s see if you can take what I’m about to give you.”

Jim shuddered at his words and nodded, his heart pounding. He was not sure he wanted this; however, he wanted to please Kris and give her what she craved. Even though he was completely uncomfortable in this situation, he kept thinking about what Kris wanted.

Carl kissed him then, hard and demanding, his tongue pushing into Jim’s mouth. Jim moaned, surprised at the intensity of his own reaction. He’d never kissed a man before, and the feel of Carl’s soft lips and the scratch of his stubble sent a shock through his body.

Carl pulled away, a satisfied smile on his face. “That’s it,” he said, stroking Jim’s cheek gently. “You’re going to be a good little cock sucker for me, aren’t you?”

Jim nodded again, unable to speak, as Carl’s hands pushed gently on his shoulders. Jim undid Carl’s belt and unzipped his pants, his trembling hands pulling out Carl’s hardening cock.

Carl closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him. He could feel Jim’s hot breath on his balls as Jim’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock, the warmth of his mouth engulfing him. Jim sucked tentatively at first, teasing him and working up courage, then with more intensity, his head bobbing up and down.

Carl leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on the incredible feeling of Jim’s mouth. Jim’s free hand reached up to cup and squeeze his balls gently, massaging them as he sucked, his tongue flicking and teasing.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Carl muttered, his hips bucking gently as he tried to push his cock deeper into Jim’s mouth. Jim’s fingers tightened on his balls, guiding the movement, and his mouth worked excitedly, knowing how much pressure to apply and when to back off based on Carl’s reactions.

Jim sucked and teased, bringing Carl closer and closer to the edge. Carl could feel his orgasm building, his entire body tingling with pleasure. He knew it was going to be intense, and he wanted to prolong the feeling, but Jim was merciless, his mouth working feverishly.

Carl gasped as he felt his release building, his legs shaking. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice hoarse.

Jim moaned in response, the vibrations sending Carl over the edge. He came hard, his hips jerking as he shot his load into Carl’s mouth and on his face. Jim swallowed, sucking every last drop from him, then slowly released Carl’s sensitive cock from his mouth, licking his lips. Jim then used his fingers to gather the cum on his face and swallow that also. Kris’s training being so ingrained now that he did not even think about it.

Carl opened his eyes, panting slightly as he processed what had just happened. Carl grinned at him, his face glowing with satisfaction. “You’re quite the cock sucker, Jim,” he said, patting his cheek playfully. “Kris is one lucky lady, I look forward to meeting her.”

Jim smiled back, feeling a mix of pride and embarrassment. He knew Kris would have been thrilled to see this, and the thought excited him. He adjusted his clothing as Carl left the stall.

As they walked out, Jim failed to notice Kris sitting at a booth in the corner.