I teach literature at a small college in mid-Michigan. Each semester, I would be assigned a teacher's assistant, one for each class that I teach that semester. Jake was my TA for my 19th Century Literature class. He was a tall, good looking young man in his mid-20's who was working on a master's degree. He was married and had a pretty young wife, who I have met on a few occasions at university events and get-togethers. She was also working on a master's degree, I believe in Philosophy. I found her far more interesting than Jake, who was quiet and basically uncommunicative. He was one as a teaching assistant, but the students often complained about how boring his sessions were. I often talked with him trying to get him to open up about things, but I wasn't very successful in my efforts and Jake pretty much remained a mystery to me.

I was married to a woman who had long ago lost any interest in sex that she had showed during the early years of our marriage. Our relationship was fairly testy at times, and as the years rolled by, we grew further and further apart. We slept in different bedrooms and found that when the sex ended, the desire that I had had for her dwindled and disappeared. We found that we had very little in common. She rarely read, spent her evenings watching mindless sitcoms, and her taste in cinema tended towards romantic comedies. I read and re-read the classics, watched a lot of foreign films with English subtitles, and preferred dramas and war movies. She had her set of friends and I had mine. Increasingly I would attend university functions alone so often that associates thought that we had divorced.

I dallied in extra-marital affairs that were typically acutely passionate, but short-lived, and had taken to meeting other married men for sex. I really can't pinpoint when I became sexually interested in men, but it was years after we had stopped sleeping together. I have always had a thing for pornography and when pornography became omni-present on the internet, I found myself watching heterosexual videos, lusting after the women in those videos, fantasizing about them and masturbating while watching them. Somewhere along the ling my focus changed from the naked women to the penises of the men, and i soon found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to suck one of those thick, large, veiny cocks or suck those egg shaped balls. The fantasies remained fantasies until the advent of craigslist personals. I found scores of ads for local men looking to suck or be sucked, fuck or be fucked by other men. Soon, I found myself responding to the ads and striking up net conversations with men who were looking to have their cocks sucked. I made and broke several meetings with such men, before actually willing myself to actually meet a man.

The first man was several years older than me, heavy set and quite hirsute. We met for coffee at one of the local McDonalds, and sat and chatted at a table near the rear of the restaurant, out of ear shot of other patrons. After finishing our coffees he suggested that we meet in the men's room, but the idea of public sex, where someone could walk in on us and see me blowing him was frightening to me. I told him that I was ready to suck his cock but not in a public place. He explained that his wife was at home, so we couldn't go there, and, of course, i was in the same predicament. He said that if I didn't mind, he had a storage shed that we could use, and I quickly agreed and followed him to the storage complex to his shed. We parked and I stood outside of the shed as he raised the aluminum door. The shed was about six by four feet. There were pieces of furniture strewn about and a propane space heater. We entered and he closed the aluminum door behind us before turning on an overhead fluorescent light. He motioned for me to kneel on the cement floor, unzipped his Levis, and fished his cock out of his turquoise briefs. "Suck my cock," he grunted and I paused, fascinated that I had gotten myself into such a situation. His cock was short and stubby, but had a thick mushroom head. I leaned over and opened my lips, engulfing the head of his cock. "Yeah, suck it, baby." It was a sour tasting thing, but I figured this was what I had been fantasizing about and continued to suck his cock, working my mouth all the way down to the root of his cock and pursing my lips around his shaft on the way up, swirling my tongue round and round his mushroom head and then working my way back down again, working his cock for several minutes in this fashion, before he groaned and then grunted several times before filling my mouth with his cum, which had a musky taste to it. I continued to suck his cock, swallowing the thick load of his creamy cum, before finally licking his cock clean, kissing the head of it. "Mmmmmmm, that was one helluva blowjob." Somehow his pronouncement filled me with an odd kind of pride, like I had been selected as the winner of some award. He told me that he would love to meet me again and that he would contact me on the net. I struggled to my feet, dusted off my Dockers as he raised the aluminum door. We got into our respective vehicles and drove away.

Sure enough, I received an e-mail from him that same night, seeing if I could meet him at the storage unit the following morning. I readily agreed. After that, we met regularly, always the same scenario, my kneeling on the shad concrete floor and him standing in front of me as I sucked his cock to completion. We typically met 3-4 times a week. He never offered to reciprocate and I never requested that he do so. This continued for a couple of years. The last time that we met, after I had blown him and my mouth was full of his cum, he told me that he and his wife were moving to Montana. Apparently, he had been left some land there and they were relocating out of Michigan. "I'm going to miss your blowjobs, that's for sure." I knelt there wondering what the future had in store for me. He reached over and touched my face. I looked up at him. "How about another one for the road?" And with that, I began sucking his limp cock. It took him several minutes to achieve another erection, and almost thirty minutes of increasingly intense sucking on my part before he came again, the load, far more watery than the first. With that we parted company.

Over the course of the next few years, i met several guys, most of them other married men whose wives either weren't having sex with them or refused to suck their cocks. I had no such compunction. I sucked dick their homes when their wives were away, sometimes in the very bedroom where they slept together and on several occasions with photos of their wives watching me sucking their husbands. I knelt and sucked while they alternately stood or sat. i sat for some as they stood. I lay between their legs in the beds they shared with their wives, licking their balls and sucking there cocks. The dicks alternated between stubby short ones and long thick ones, straight ones and bent ones, cut ones and uncut ones, white ones, brown ones, black ones and on a couple of occasions, yellow ones. Some of the men wanted to fuck me, but I had no interest in that and feared the possibility of AIDS too much to submit to anal sex. Other ones were looking for me to rim them and again I had no interest in licking anyone's asshole.

When craigslist personals were shut down in the early part of 2018, my sexual life took a huge hit. I continued to suck a few regulars, but over time, one by one, they dropped off and there were no new ones to replace them.

One day, Jake met with me in my office to discuss the upcoming midterm exam. Always quiet, on this afternoon, Jake appeared distant, almost lost. I asked him if there was anything wrong. He turned his head away from me and stifled a sob. "Jake, what's wrong? Is everything okay at home?" I asked, now quite concerned. Jake began sobbing and only little by little did I get him to tell me what was troubling him. Apparently, his wife had left him for the arms of another man, a professor at the university, a real asshole. I was shocked. I had always felt that their marriage was a strong one, even though they were quite different. But for her to run off with an asshole twenty years her elder? That just didn't make any sense to me. "What made her take up with that prick?" I asked. Jake was sobbing so hard it was difficult to make out what he was saying. The gist of it was that she found him boring and apparently a poor lover. I urged him not to take this to heart. That she would either return to him, or that he was young and good looking and that soon he'd have a string of women going out with him. "But I'll never have another one like her," he sobbed. I tried to comfort him, but he was inconsolable. I told him to go home and get some rest, that I would complete writing the essay questions for the midterm exam. He walked out of my office bent over, his eyes red-rimmed, a defeated man.

I worked until ten that night. I had completed the exam questions. Before leaving the office, i called Jake's cell to make sure that he was okay. It rang several times before connecting me with his voice mail. I was concerned and decided to stop by his apartment to make sure he was okay.

I knocked on his door. There was no answer. I knocked again, louder this time, but still no response. "Jake? Is everything okay?" I asked, my level of concern growing. I heard footsteps within his apartment and he slowly opened the door. He was dressed in a wife beater t-shirt and s pair of sleep shorts, the barely concealed an obvious erection. He yawned and I could see he had been sleeping. I apologized for my intrusion but told him that I was moored about him. He managed a smile and asked me in. My eyes were focused on the large bulge in his shorts. I followed him in and he sat on the divan and I sat on overstuffed chair opposite him. I was shocked at the apparent size of his penis. It was larger than any I'd encountered over the years that I'd been sucking cock, larger even than the horse-cocked porn stars who flaunted their wares in the porn videos that streamed endlessly on the internet. Instinctively, I felt my cock becoming erect. I tried to think of something other than the size of his cock, but like an electromagnet my gaze repeatedly returned to his crotch, my desire to suck him growing by leaps and bounds. I'd never even thought about Jake in that way prior to having seen his barely covered large erection, and now, moments later, his cock and my desire to suck it were all I could think of, all I wanted to do.

We were quiet for a few moments and then he explained that she'd simply up and left him for this other man almost two weeks ago. At first, he panicked as he didn't know what had happened. She refused to take his calls, refused to see him. The shock of coming home to a half-empty apartment, with her things gone, had rattled him. He couldn't envision a life without her. He couldn't imagine going on with life. After several attempts to contact her had failed, she finally answered her cell and agreed to meet him at the apartment that they had shared. It was then that she advised him that she had grown to loathe his embrace, that she felt nothing when he made love to her, and that she couldn't and wouldn't continue acting as if it were nothing. He begged her to return, but she was vehement in her refusal. In the end she left him, telling him that they were done, and that he ought to "accept it, get over it, and get on with your life." He had watched as she walked out the door, watched her lovely rounded bottom as it said left and right as she walked out of his life.

I didn't know what to say. What does one say when a colleague wrenchingly opens his heart in such a manner? I stared at the floor, struggling to say something, anything meaningful; afraid to life my eyes to that incredible erection that raged beneath the thin covering of his shorts, the crotch of which was stretched out grotesquely in a futile attempt to hide his tumescence.

"I miss her, Gus, I miss her flashing dark eyes, I miss the way she would stamp her foot when she'd get mad, I miss the curve of her ass, the swell of her breasts, the softness of her mouth as she would suck my dick when we'd wake up in the mornings. I miss her awful cooking, even the coffee that she'd burn so it would be undrinkable. I don't know what I'm going to do without her."

I tried to reassure him, that things have a way of working out. "Why don't I believe that, Gus?" I told him that she must have been crazy to tell him he was a lousy lover, gesturing towards his erection, I added, "Lots of women would kill for a cock like yours." He sheepishly looked down at his erection. "Sorry, I can't get the damn thing to go down when I'm thinking of her." I kidded him that he was a stud, but he shook his head, "I've always been a lousy fuck. I never could keep a girlfriend. After a few weeks, they would be gone, and whenever I got them to explain why, it was always the same thing, I was a lousy lay." I looked at him and chortled, "How can you be a lousy lay with a horse cock like that? Gimme a break." Jake answered, "No. It's true. I fuck too slowly, I never could fuck them fast like they like it. And my dick is so big that it hurts them." He paused and then, "Jenny had this way of sucking my dick that was like velvet heaven. I always had a helluva time humming while fucking her, but when she would suck me, I would shoot off like a volcano." When he said volcano, i almost came in my pants.

"So you haven't cum since she left?" He looked at me, "No and I really need a release."

"Why don't you beat off?" I asked.

"It's not the same thing, Gus, not the same thing as having her soft lips sucking my cock, feeling her throat close up around me, her tongue wrapped around my cock."

That was it. I couldn't listen to another word. "If you like, I could suck your cock." I didn't realize that I'd actually spoken the words until I saw him staring at me in surprise. The thought had become real. Jake said nothing, but he rubbed the front of his shorts before pulling them down and then completely off. He stood and his cock swung to and fro, up and down, left and right as he stepped over toward me, his ball sac swinging in tandem, his balls heavy with unspilled cum. I slipped off of the easy chair and down to my knees, mesmerized by the thick serpent before me. I kissed the head of his cock, and then licked round and round his great cock head before working the tip of my tongue inside his piss slit and then darted the tip of my tongue in and out of his piss slit as he moaned and groaned in pleasure. I wrapped my lips around his massive tool, my jaws stretched out, my tongue tracing the thick veins that stood out on his cock. My mouth sank lower and lower on his cock, but the damn thing was far larger and thicker than any cock I'd ever sucked, and I could only get it maybe half way down before the head of his cock was bulging against the back of my throat. He pushed further and I could feel his cock head bounding against my tonsils, as I tried to breathe through my nostrils, my mouth and throat sealed shut by the velvety smooth, iron ridged thickness that i now had lodged deep inside of my throat. Jake began fucking my throat, his hands pressed on the back of my head as he cock dug deeper and deeper inside of me. The longer he fucked, the deeper his cock sank inside of my throat. He'd half pull it out and then slam it ever deeper, his strokes becoming shorter, more rapid, harder, until I heard him gasp, before spraying the inside of my gullet with his seed. Volley after volley of thick, coddled cream, until his cum spilled down my throat, coated my tongue, filled my sinuses, dripped down the corners of my mouth and even dripped out of my nostrils. I had sucked a lot of cum but nothing like this. Slowly he removed his now semi-flaccid cock from my gullet. As he pulled it out, I sucked the head of his cock, sucking down a few more dribbles of his cum before his cock exited my mouth with an audible pop.

Jake smiled at me, and then with a sense of relief in his voice, he said, "I never had a clue that you do that." My eyes were watery and now my voice was hoarse as if I'd spent a couple of hours yelling at a basketball game. "I started a few years back, but haven't sucked cock in almost a year now." He patted my head and thanked me, adding, "You have no idea how much I needed that." I smiled, "From the gallon of cum that you filled me with, I think I could've guessed." Jake laughed. It was nice to hear him laugh. "I never had a guy suck me off before. That was really nice." I joked, "A mouth is a mouth, right?" He smiled again, still, "Yeah, I guess so, but Gus, that was really nice." I was still kneeling before him, his cock now fully flaccid, still longer than mine was hard. "If I had a gold star, I would give you one." That made me laugh.

I struggled to stand up, wobbly from the wooziness of having been oxygen deprived during the act. "It's late. I better go." He shook his head. "Stay. . . please?" I called my wife and let her know that I was spending the evening in my office, completing the exams. She couldn't have cared less. It wasn't my first lie and it certainly wouldn't be my last one. He took my hand and I followed him into his bedroom. He was only wearing his wife beater, which he quickly shucked off and I quickly disrobed and we got under the covers together. My cock was rock hard. I ducked under the sheets and began sucking his temporarily soft cock, my oral ministrations working his cock into a state of semi-tumescence before his cock became rigid again, a twelve inch billy club, a remarkable thing of exquisite beauty, a bludgeoning weapon, a totem of adoration. This time though, once he was fully erect, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and reached over to the nightstand where he had a tube of KY Jelly. "It's the only way I could ver enter her," he explained before slathering the gel into my anus. I realized he was going to fuck me and I feared that he would split me in two, that there was no way that my anus and rectum could ever accommodate the thickness of his cock. But before I could think this through, I felt the massive head of his cock pressing against my anal opening. He slowly pushed forward and it felt like my asshole was being ripped open, as he slowly, inexorably pressed forward. I was on my side with my left buttock lying on the bed and my right knee pulled upward, allowing him better access to me. I felt his thickness entering me, setting fire to the ring of my sphincter, the walls of my rectum, ever pushing forward, until it felt that his cock head was lodged deep, deep inside of my guts, an alien invader, yet part of me. Once he was fully in, he began fucking me, slowly at first, and then harder and harder until the friction of his cock inside of me caused me to cum, again and again, without my ever having touched my cock. His massive balls were now slapping against my sweaty ass, a drumbeat of lust. He continued pounding me until he came deep, deep inside of my, his cum washing the walls of my rectum with his seed. When he withdrew his cock from me, the fullness receded and the fire returned.

I reached back and touched my fingers to my anus and could feel the stickiness there, a cocktail of sweat and cum and blood and shit. He got out of bed and said that he was going to wash up. I joined him in the shower as we washed the stain of sin off of us, then toweled each other dry and returned to his bed, sleeping spoon fashion, his cock pressed between the cheeks of my ass. We awoke the following morning, made love again, showered and then I drove him to the university.

Since then we've spent several nights together and countless afternoons where I fellate him in my office or over in the stacks in the university library where he has a locked cubicle with venetian blinds concealing our sexual crimes from the students and scholars using the library for legitimate reasons. My wife thinks that I'm having an affair, and in a way she's right. She has no clue that the affair is with Jake, whom she has met at events, whom she found to be a bit of a bore.

Jake is over the loss of his wife. In many ways, I have taken her place in his life and in his bed. Me? I feel safe in his arms, natural in his bed, fulfilled as he fills me with his cum. I don't know what the future holds in store for us. I guess none of us ever know that. I never imagined that I would serve as another man's woman, but as long as he rocks my world his his cock, I can live with that and so can Jake.