I know that I should feel guilty. But the truth is that I'm an asshole. Always have been always will be. I can't help it if people fall for my nice guy persona. I can't stop people from believing every word that comes out of my mouth. I can only let people believe what they want to believe, and twist that to my advantage. So as I strip for my boss in his office, all thoughts of my wife fly out the window. In my brain the only thing begging for attention is my cock. There are no bratty kids to worry about, no nagging wife, and certainly no rush to get home.

"Come here." He says. I never could resist a husky voice, and his is as deep as they come. It sends shivers down my spine, knowing the things his throat can do.

I listen, now fully clad in only my pants, and wait for him to wrap his arms around me, pulling my body flush against his. Feeling his hard length against my thigh I shudder. This feeling is why I can't stop. It's why I came back for more after the first time, and why I keep coming back. The beat of his heart against my chest and the hard muscle pressed against mine makes me wonder how I ever received pleasure from anyone but him.

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls my lips to his. He slides his tongue into my mouth and I allow him to explore before sucking on it. I feel his hands run up and down my torso and moan.

But maybe it's best to go back to the beginning. Just to explain how I got to this point in my life, cheating on my wife. It's not going to be pretty. It's mostly sex, drugs and more sex. But don't worry, I won't scar you. Much.

The first time I saw Eli Williams the first thing I wanted to do was drop on my knees and suck him off. I wanted him to choke me with his big cock and come all over my lips, my eyes, and my face. My head was filled with images of him pulling my pants down and fucking me on top of his desk. That was the first time I realized I might be gay. I was only thirteen years old.

Eli was my science teacher.

I didn't do anything but stare during the day and fuck myself on my fingers at night. The fantasies I came up with frightened me a bit. The innocent boy I once was was now gone. I had taken to jerking off in the bathroom, locker room, the back of the bus, anywhere that I could just to get off quietly. And then, I walked into Mr. Williams' prep period.

I was just supposed to help grade some papers, the usual. But that day he started asking questions. 'You're too quiet' he said, 'I don't know anything about you like the others'. Hearing his husky voice in an empty classroom was definitely one of my fantasies. I couldn't repress a shudder, in fact I encouraged it. I stood up from my seat and went over to him, pushing him back in his seat.

'You could change that,' I whispered in his ear, 'make me scream as loud as you want.' When he didn't push me away, I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. Taking tentative licks I moved my body so that I was basically under the desk. I then licked him from base to tip, sucking on his head. Just as he moaned the door opened. I could feel him pulling at my hair to stop, but I wasn't ready, so I didn't budge. I had decided if we were going to get in trouble, minds as well get something out of it.

'Mr. Williams I finished the test I had to make up.' A voice said. I slowed my ministrations and heard my teacher clear his voice.

''Yes, well, just leave it here'. After that person left, more kept coming in and out as I continued to suck his cock right under their noses. I was so turned on I started to palm myself through my jeans, enjoying the rough fabric preventing me from coming. As the number of people increased, the deeper I went and the hoarser my teacher's voice became. He finally told the last person to lock the door, before pulling me by my hair off his cock.

'You have been very bad.' He said. Forcing my mouth back down, he thrust into my mouth. I couldn't take it anymore and shoved my free hand down my pants as he guided my head and fucked my mouth.

After we both came, I promptly left. Now that I had had him, I didn't want him. I started to see him as unattractive. His hair had a few grays and his mouth was outlined in frown lines. As I walked home I remembered that he was only in his late twenties. Did he always look like that, or was I overreacting? I had never expected that to happen, so I was rightfully a little freaked.

That night as I was coming, I thought about Caleb, this guy I've seen around at the high school. I thought about his cropped blond hair and sparkling green eyes. I imagined him taking me under the bleachers during a game, or in the locker room. I thought about how fucked I was.