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Friday Night Plans: Faith

Friday night worked out far better than I could have ever dreamed.

My best friend, Jen, and her new boyfriend, Charlie, were scheduled to arrive promptly at seven. We had met the week previous to discuss my idea. Fortunately, they were both very into it.

When my fiancée, Louis, showed them in I practically ran to them saying, "Oh, Jen, you're such a lucky devil! He's quite a specimen."

I put a hand on Charlie's chiseled chest, feeling his sculpted form. On a spectrum of masculinity, Charlie was at the end most distant from Louis.

We made small talk while Louis fetched us drinks. I had trained him well, yes, but tonight would be the test to see just how far I could push him. We had been together for over three years and I began nearly immediately after our first date to exert my influence over the poor boy. Something about his slender form and fey voice sparked an idea. I gave him access to the honeypot only once but had been reminding him of how sweet it was ever since.

Now I was rolling the dice and hoping for a big payoff. I wanted to take Louis to the next level of our relationship.

Looking right at Jen, gathering my courage, I stated rather loudly, "Charlie, here, is what I'd consider a real man. Not like the wimp with which I've been saddled."

"Now wait just a darned minute," Louis whined. He tried to get up and I shot him a look that put him right back in his seat. I had made my dissatisfaction with his cock size known for the last three months and knew letting this cat out of the bag before Jen and Charlie would put Louis into a tailspin.

"Undoubtedly Charlie is a superb cocksman, possessing the proper equipment. Alas, Louis just doesn't have the goods." I laughed long and hard, joined by Jen and Charlie.

Looking at my poor, dejected fiancée I asked, "You don't honestly think you can measure up, do you? Should we get out a ruler? Perhaps a demonstration is in order." I reached down to Charlie's belt buckle, undoing it with my shaking hands. I unleashed his cock and had to stifle a gasp. Jen had told me that he was big but I had idea what a monster he held in his pants.

I began stroking him, reveling in his size. He looked nearly as long and thick as my arm. There was no denying that he dwarfed Louis. What my fiancée had in his pants didn't even look like a prick, compared to what I had in my hands.

A hand behind his back, I led Charlie by the cock towards Louis who sat slack jawed across the room. "Do you see what a real man can be, Louis? Do you see the beauty of his cock? The fullness of it? The girth? This is what every woman wants; what she needs. Isn't it lovely?"

And then I knew that my bet was going to pay off. For a faint second, almost imperceptivity, he nodded. I felt my pulse race and swallowed hard in an attempt to calm my nerves.

"It looks delicious, doesn't it? It's heavenly, the kind of cock that needs to be shown appreciation. We should thank it for even existing, falling down to our knees in praise of a world that could grant us such beauty. Don't you think? Shouldn't we thank Charlie for his gift to us?" I brought the bigger man closer to my little fiancée.

I saw his fingers twitch, his tongue race across his lips, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. And, finally, he raised his hand--slowly, cautiously as if Charlie's trouser snake were the real thing, venomous and ready to strike. His fingers touched the velvet head of Charlie's cock and Louis visibly shuddered.

"Yes, that's right. That's a good boy. Doesn't it feel good?" I asked.

Louis couldn't take his eyes off the other man's cock. I had been subtly (and not so much) training him for this moment for quite a while. For instance, we frequently took in a number of adult films each week. I'd gone from purely hetero porn to films peppered with bisexual males to completely guy-on-guy films. Louis grumbled about these changes as they happened but never looked away. Now he was living out one of those porn scenarios I loved so much; the weaker male submitting to the will of the stronger one.

"Yes, that's right," I said. "Doesn't it feel good?"

He nodded.

"If it feels that good in your hand, just imagine how it will be in your mouth. Think about the velvet smoothness of his prick on your tongue," Jen added.

"That sounds like a delightful idea, don't you think?" I asked.

He nodded again, his eyes glassy as if entranced. He continued stroking and I knew he needed just a little motivation to move to the next step. I raised an eyebrow to Charlie. He wrapped his big hands through Louis's tawny hair and pulled my fiancée in close.

Louis opened his mouth, instinctively, and took Charlie inside. "That's it," I said, "Take it. Take his cock."

He moaned, muffled by Charlie's meat. Charlie pulled Louis in even closer, giving him more. I was afraid it'd be too much for Louis to take, so quickly out of the gate.

He moaned again. Charlie pulled him even closer and Louis's eyes grew wide. I knew that he would choke soon and that we needed to handle that delicately. There was nothing quite as hot as a man gagging on another bloke's cock and I felt like I was on the edge of orgams, waiting in anticipation of that glorious noise. But, at the same time, we had to make sure Louis knew this was okay, that it was a natural response to having a man enter his throat.

There... the slight gag... It puts me over the edge and I feel a mini-tremble tickle me inside. Quickly I recover and say, "There, there, that's very nice. That's good, yes? You love that, don't you?"

"This is where you belong, on your knees, pleasuring the men who dwarf you. The men superior to you. You were born to suck cock, darling, and I'm going to make sure you get a steady diet from here now on."

His eyes widened, not from choking but from surprise and, I smiled, from delight. Jen patted his head, quieting him even as he continued to suck her boyfriend's cock. Charlie worked Louis's head back and forth along his tremendous tool, fucking his face with glee.

Charlie moaned, practically growling. Jen quietly asked, "Are you good?"

"Fuck yes," he hissed. "I'm gonna blow soon."

Jen and I grinned at one another. I put my hand on Charlie's balls and felt how tight they were (though they still managed to slap against my hand as he continued to fuck Louis's face). While I was bent over I whispered into Louis's ear: "Did you hear that darling? Your first load of cum. I want you to drink down every drop. Don't waste it. It's a gift."

Charlie grunted, long and loudly. I put my hand over his, holding him deep in Louis's mouth. Watching Louis's throat working, guzzling down Charlie's cum, made me feel hot, yes, but more than that, I felt triumphant. My dream was coming true. I had turned Louis from my fiancée to my cuckold. My little bitch, drinking his first load from another man.

Charlie wasn't my lover, true, but finding another man... or men... that could satisfy me the way Charlie satisfied Jen wouldn't be too difficult. Not with my natural assets.

I watched Charlie take out his spit-slick cock from Louis's mouth. My fiancée’s lips had turned a bright shade of red from all the friction, like he was wearing lipstick. Perhaps someday...

"You did very well, darling. Very good for your first cock. Tidy up while Jen, Charlie and I are out for the evening. And when I return... I feel certain that I'll have another fat cock for you to suck. Doesn't that sound good?"

He met my eyes and, without a hint of deception, he nodded his head. "Yes, Faith," he said, his voice raspy from cocksucking.

"Good boy," I said. I gave him a final glance before shutting the door. He remained on his knees. Waiting for cock. Wanting cock. He'd get his new desire tonight and my victory would be complete.

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Friday Night Plans: Louis

Friday night wasn't supposed to turn out the way it did.

My fiancée’s best friend, Jen, came over with her new boyfriend. We were supposed to go out for dinner and some gambling at the new casino downtown. Instead, we never left the house.

"Oh, Jen, you lucky devil!" cooed Faith with her lilting British accent when I led Jen and her boyfriend, Charlie, into the living room. Faith was on her feet and over to them in seconds flat. "He is a fine specimen," she said, looking up into Charlie's rugged face.

Charlie towered over the girls and I. Well over six feet tall, he told Faith about his work as a personal trainer as I excused myself to pour us all a round of drinks. By the time I came back with the tray of drinks, the ice tinkling in the glasses, Faith had her arm around Charlie's and her hand on his chest.

"That's just smashing!" she exclaimed, laughing with Charlie and Jen.

I served up the drinks. The three of them chatted together, and I felt like an interloper, like they were putting on a play and I was an unwanted audience. The play starred Faith, my girlfriend for three years and my fiancée for three months. She hung off of every word from Charlie. I kept looking at Jen to see if she betrayed any jealousy but, to the contrary, she seemed delighted by Faith's rapt attention.

She looked at Jen and said, "Now, he's what I would consider a real man." Her eyes flicked to me for a second, "not like what I've been saddled with."

I couldn't take any more. "Wait just a second," I said, getting up. I had a feeling I knew what was coming and wanted to put a stop to it before Faith could open her mouth again.

"I mean, after all, I'm sure Charlie has a proper cock, and not the nubbin that my Louis has," she said, laughing uproariously. She quickly joined by Jen and even Charlie chuckled at her remark.

The worst thing is that Faith wasn't lying. I had been cursed with a small penis. Yet, this was the first time Faith had ever said anything disparaging about it. She had taken pains to assure me that I was a good lover. I was stunned.

Looking at me she said, "What, Louis, do you honestly think you can measure up? I think there's only one way to find out." I went white as she reached to his belt and undid it. Unbuttoning his pants, she quickly slid down his zipper before fishing out his half-hard cock. Even partially flaccid, it dwarfed mine.

Her hand looked so small and delicate as she held his tremendous prick in her palm, gripping her fingers around as much of it as she could hold, and beginning to gently stroke him. Jen giggled and looked on in awe as my fiancée brought Charlie's cock to full mast.

Putting her hand behind his back and continuing to stroke, Faith moved Charlie toward me, his cock seeming to fill my vision.

"You see, Louis, this is what a real man is like. Surely you have to appreciate it. See how beautiful his cock is? The fullness of it? The girth? Isn't it lovely?"

Somewhere deep inside of me, I heard myself answer yes. It was lovely. It was entirely different than anything I had ever seen before. Sure, I'd watched porn with Faith and seen some of the monstrous freaks that populate those movies but I'd never seen such a beast a mere two feet from my face. Is this what a man (a "real man" as Faith said) was supposed to look like?

"Doesn't it just look delicious, Louis? I don't know about you but it looks heavenly to me. So good that I just want to show Charlie how much I appreciate such a thing of beauty. Don't you?" She brought him closer, her hand still working him, taking her several seconds to make her way from the base of his cock to the tip.

The purple head with its soft skin. I wanted to touch it, to feel it. Yet, I didn't know where these feelings were coming from. Was I still in shock from Faith's words and actions? Or was there something else going on? Had I longed for so many years for a big cock of my own that, when I finally saw one on someone else, I needed to touch it?

While my mind raced, my body seemed to take matters into their own hands, so to speak. Before I knew it, my hand was reaching out, tentatively, touching the head of Charlie's cock.

A jolt shot through me, as if he were electrified. However, rather than being stunned, this seemed to wake me up. I looked up at him, into his eyes. He nodded at me, as if giving me permission. My fingers went back to his cock.

"Yes, that's right. Doesn't it feel good?" Faith asked.

I nodded.

"It feels wonderful in your hand, but it's so much better in your mouth," Jen chimed in.

"Oh, that sounds like a delightful idea, don't you think, Louis?" Faith asked.

I nodded again, almost hypnotized by the sensations I felt as I stroked Charlie's cock lightly, trailing my fingertips along the veined surface.

He was alien to me. What Charlie had barely resembled the thing between my legs that strained against my underwear. Yes, it was beautiful. But what was it that Jen said? Better in my mouth? Could anything be better than this was?

I felt Faith's fingers entwine in my hair and pull me forward, closer to Charlie's cock. I found my mouth opening. "Yes, that's it," she said, "take it."

I had to open wide to fit his head past my lips. I tasted the tang of his precum on my tongue. Faith pushed my head farther, making Charlie's tool fill my mouth even more. "There, there, that's very nice. That's good, yes? You love that, don't you?"

I had to admit it, yes, I did. I felt compelled to show this man my appreciation. I was a pretender to my gender. Like Faith said, Charlie was a real man. I knew in my heart that I hadn't pleased her. We hadn't had sex in months. When we were intimate, it was only oral. She could make me orgasm in a matter of minutes with a few flicks of her tongue while I lavished between her legs for hours. "My little lesbian," is what she called me.

Did Faith know something about me that I didn't? The cock in my mouth seemed to prove that she did. Why hadn't I stormed out of the room? Why had I slid from my seat to my knees with such ease? As if to answer, Faith leaned close to my ear and whispered, "This is where you belong, on your knees, pleasuring the men who dwarf you. The men superior to you and your nubbin. You were born to suck cock, darling, and I'm going to make sure you get a steady diet from here on out."

My eyes widened at her words and Jen patted my head, quieting me even as I swirled my tongue around Charlie's cock. Faith moved my head back and forth, pushing and pulling, my hair fast in her hand.

We must have made quite a sight; Charlie standing proud with his pants down with Jen and Faith on either side of him and me kneeling in front, my head moving back and forth along the length of his mighty tool.

He moaned and I heard Jen whisper, "Are you good, honey?"

"Shit, yes," he said in his deep baritone. "This faggot sure knows how to work my dick."

Jen and Faith laughed at this and I felt mortified. But, somewhere, I felt a little proud of the good job I was doing.

Jen reached down and put her hand on Charlie's balls. They swung pendulously, occasionally bumping my chin. "Oh, his balls are tight," she exclaimed. "He's getting close!"

Faith leaned close again, "Did you hear that, darling? Your first load of cum. You're going to drink down every drop, do you understand? This is a gift from Charlie to you. Don't waste it."

I tried to imagine what this was going to be like, feeling him spurt into my mouth. I'd done it to Faith a few times when we were dating before she told me that she didn't like the taste and that I was to always tell her before I was going to orgasm, so I wondered how bad the flavor would be.

Before I had a chance to think about this too much, Charlie grunted and my mouth was flooded with his cum. The force of it surprised me almost as much as the flavor. It wasn't bad at all. It tasted like fresh tomatoes. Faith held my head in place as Charlie pumped all of his seed into my waiting... wanting?... mouth.

I did as she said, not wasting a drop, even licking his cock clean. I won't lie. I was hesitant to stop sucking and licking, not only because I had secretly found enjoyment in it but also because I didn't know how else Faith would humiliate me that night.

"Very good, darling. You did very well for your first cock," she said, gently stroking my back. "Now, you just tidy up while Jen, Charlie and I go out. When we return, well...," she said looking to Jen and Charlie, "I'm sure we'll have another cock for you to suck. After all, Charlie is Jen's man. It's not fair to her. And it's not fair to me to not have a real man, now, is it?"

I knew that it wasn't fair to her. I nodded.

"Good boy," she said. Charlie had already done up his pants and was waiting with Jen at the door. Faith grabbed her wrap and left with them, leaving me still on my knees, the taste of cum still in my mouth, and hungry for more.

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