The taxi ride home didn’t take long at all. I rode in the front as the driver was hot. I’d say 40, had a great physique, looked Eastern European, and smiled a lot.
When we reached my apartment block, I realised my phone had lots it power. Dead.
“I am so sorry, buddy; the phone is dead. I’ll run up and get my card.”
“I’ve heard that one before. I’ll come up with you; I need my fare. I have family to feed.”
He followed me in, and we took the lift. I was still very horny from the sock fun and alcohol.
We arrived at my door, and I invited him in. He closed the door behind him and started to unbuckle his belt.
Without saying anything, I got on my knees. Had Jake ordered me a special taxi, or had I just had the most amazing luck?
I pulled down his trousers, and he was wearing old school white C.K. Y-Fronts. I kissed the moving bulge, and they were pulled down within seconds.
“Suck me, English slut.” I put the head of his cock in my mouth. He’d obviously been driving all day and was salty and sweaty.
Masculine and full of precum already, it was divine. I worked my tongue and lips over his cock head, and he held my head.
I was stroking his strong thighs and calves as I was sucking and noticed his brown loafers.
“Let’s take this in the bedroom,” and I got up and led him to the bedroom, and I pushed him down on the bed.
I pulled off a shoe and buried my face in a very large, sweaty navy-blue sock. The material was so worn out around the undersides of the toes that they were almost transparent.
“What are you doing slut?’ I laughed and replied, “What I do best.”
I took a deep inhale and licked and sucked his socked foot while he groaned. He quickly kicked off his other shoe and pushed it with force in my face.
“Dirty slut, lick my feet,” he growled. I started licking the damp patches, tasting his different sweat. I thought, must be a long shift.
I sucked and chewed on the toes and heels and then went back to sucking his cock.
He was harder than ever and now kicked his CK’s off his socked feet.
He got on top of me and fucked my face. God, he had a nice thick cock. A thick, dark-skinned 7 inches that oozed so much precum I thought he had come.
This went on for several minutes until, when it was right down my throat he spoke in a Romanian accent “Cumming slut”.
My throat relished the river of his hot, thick, creamy Juice that tasted of rhubarb and salt.
He pulled out of my mouth and held my chin. “Fuk, I needed it. Better than fair, thank you.” " You're welcome,” I replied. He got dressed and left—no goodbye or anything. I lay there. I let out a massive laugh.
I need to start a diary! With that, I whipped out Dylan’s socks, stuffed one in my mouth, half the other, and kicked off my suit trousers.
My cock had leaked so much precum from the evening’s antics that it was so juicy down there. I was already hard as rock from the hunk of a Taxi driver that within a minute of sucking the sweaty sock in my mouth and inhaling the smell under my nose with the other, I exploded a fountain everywhere.
My legs were shaking, and it just kept cumming.
After the explosion, I fell asleep. The cum had stained my suit, which I took to the dry cleaners in the week with pride and a huge grin.
The next few days at work were kind of the usual, except I moved into my new office.
It was nice. Nothing like Dylan’s, smaller but still with a bigger desk than my old one, a new laptop and desktop with two screens, a great coffeemaker, and most importantly, a leather sofa and coffee table.
Rachel and I popped into a supermarket and bought a large ficus for the floor to add greenery to the other stark white office.
I had a view over the car park and one wall was smoked glass with a blind looking into the office.
“I doubt you’ll speak to me anymore, Jake”
“No, only when I have to”
“Don’t look like that, I’m only joking, Rachel.” She smiled.
I caught up on the usual stuff and was looking forward to getting home, sprucing up the flat, and seeing Matty.
I’d booked dinner for two at the Ivy in town, yes, Bournemouth now has one, so I could wine and dine him, even though we have got past that stage!
Perhaps I’ll ask him if that’s his preference and give him the choice?
So around 7, after a quick shower, I called him.
Not surprisingly, he didn’t want to go to the Ivy and would prefer a Mexican or Chinese that we could wear Jeans and a T-shirt and not have to wear a jacket to get in. I felt a bit of a fool. Trying to impress him when I didn’t have to.
I rebooked the Chinese meal and poured a glass of wine.
Flat cleaned for Saturday night, new fresh bedding, and it smelt clean in the flat.
I resisted having a wank as I thought I’d cum better tomorrow night for Matty if I got lucky.
Matty insisted that I came to his house first as he wanted to show me something.
I got a taxi to his and knocked at his door at 7 pm.
He opened the door, and I felt a pang of guilt as he greeted me with an amazing kiss, and at a hundred miles an hour, the antics of the week hit me like a steam train.
He had a new navy T-shirt on, tight jeans that hugged and showed off everywhere they should, and Adidas trainers. Yum…
We kissed in his hall, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the lounge.
It was almost finished! “ I know a plasterer and a decorator that owed me. I know it needs furniture; what do you think? The transformation was remarkable. Newly plastered and painted walls. Wood burner in the fireplace and flooring yet to be done.
“Jake, I would love you to furnish the house on a tight budget, give it your flair, like in your apartment; you have great taste.” “I’d be flattered, Matty.” “Deal,” and he kissed me again.
Wow, this guy really likes me, I thought, and I've had two encounters this week. “Sure, no problem. Is it furniture you’d like to take with you to your next project?” Yes, but let’s not talk about that now.” He pulled me up close to him and whispered I’m starving; shall we go and eat?” Sure, but can we have a quick drink first? He smiled, and I followed him to the kitchen. There was chilled white in the fridge.
My nerves had gone after the first large glass, so I poured a second and looked at him. I caught him checking me out.
“Been thinking about you a lot this week.”
“Do you fancy spending the night? “Sure, I walked over, casual like, and put down my wine glass. I held him round his waist and looked him in the eyes.
He leaned into kiss me, and then I felt it. My heart started racing. Oh my god, not again. I was falling. Surely not this quick. The kiss was more gentle and passionate than before.
Wow, Matty said. That was a really nice kiss. So passionate, funny. I thought the same, I said.
Let’s go have that Chinese. I called a cab, which arrived in minutes. You guessed it, it was him.
We both got in the back, and I said: “The Fountain, Chinese, Holdenhurst Rd, please.” “Sure he replied, How are you doing?” Oh, all good, and you?” Yes, fine, handsome,” he replied.
“This is Matty”
“Hi Matty, I am David.” “ Hi David, nice-looking kids. His rosary and a picture of his wife and two kids were pinned to the inside of the sun visor that was folded down.
That shut him up, I thought.
We arrived within 5 minutes, and he gave me his card when I paid by debit card. “Here is my card, in case you need me again. Thanks I replied.
We will need a ride home in a few hours if you're working? Said Matty
Sure, give me a call.
The restaurant is above a Tesco Express and is decorated in a typical upmarket Chinese restaurant style, although it did remind me of a James Bond Movie due to a huge circular fish tank with huge Carp and the amazingly model-like hostess. Absolutely stunning, and the Decor, ambience, and food matched.
It was packed mostly with couples and businessmen, with the few odd families dotted about. Not your typical Chinese restaurant, well except London.
We were shown to our table and ordered some wine whilst we looked at the menu. Large round circular tables with tablecloths that draped over the table edges.
Here was my chance; I quickly looked around. No one was looking at us, and I pretended to drop something and dived under the table.
I went straight for one of Mattys feet and undid his trainer. I held the trainer to my nose, and my face was melting.
I licked the inside of the sole, and then went to his socked foot and gently he pushed it on my face.
So risky, but it made me so hard. I licked and kissed, breathing in the sexually toxic, sweaty Matty scent that id grown to love. It was hypnotic.
I saw him undo his zip and, with some effort, pull out his gorgeous leaking cock. No hesitation, and I shoved it slowly in my hungry mouth. Fuk. I started to taste what I love when I heard Matty say “No sorry, we’re not ready to order yet.” Oh, I quickly reversed back into my seat and left Matty to put his leaking meat away.
Matty winked and asked if I fancied Pork Balls.. We both laughed when I said later ye
Are you okay, Jake? You look a bit off. I’m okay, just eaten a bit too much. Would you mind if we walked home instead? I think the fresh air would do me good. Sure, Jake, no problem. YES, I thought.
However, if this is gonna be a relationship as I was hoping it would be, did I have to tell the truth about Dylan?
