Just thinking about him in his jeans and a crisp, white shirt kept me semi-erect all afternoon. At this rate I knew I'd be too horned up to stay home tonight. What I need is a hot man in my bed for a few hours, longer if I'm really lucky.
I thought I woke up because James' beautiful dickhead was touching my lips, but then I became aware that Brent was deep inside me. In fact, I probably woke up because of some little sniff from some little brown bottle that James had, as he introduced me to poppers: "Just a little, baby. Damn. I might actually be smitten with you."
Back in the mid 90s, phone chat lines were the rage and as a young 20 something, I picked up a sexy older guy and sucked and fucked his big dick in the garden of his house.
I got up on the bed and on my knees and that was the
last time I really had any say in the matter. He cuffed me, and had me bend
over facing the wall. The next fifteen or so minutes were filled with him
playing with my balls.
Well this was more like it, someone who knew what he wanted. We chatted for a few more minutes and I gave him the address, I went to the kitchen window to watch for him arriving, so I could get the door open with no noise. A few moments later I saw a guy hurrying along the road head down towards our flats, I went to the door and picked up the entry phone handset, I heard him walk up to the door.
'Come in quietly, go straight through to the sitting room' I half whispered. The stranger I had only spoken to online, nodded and followed the light down the corridor into the sitting room.
This fictional story is about a slave who is expected to do everything for master. Fail at a task and punishment will follow as the slave was about to find out.