Written by Davey

Fact
28 Mar 2018


I was shaking like a leaf as we walked back to his flat, we were of similar height and build but he had a louche confidence and worldly look to him. I was kind of in awe, We went in and he motioned to a door just off what I guessed was a bedroom. Loo if you need it he said, "Yes, er thanks," I didn't need to but was kind of spellbound and compliant without even a sniff of substance yet! Besides it meant I had a chance to compose myself and think, guilt crept up on me. I thought about the gf for a moment. She had sensed I had been off a bit and keeping my distance from her over the last ten days or so. Essentially the course of my correspondence with Tom. We had had regular sex before that (anything for a quiet life). But Tom had said if I wanted to meet I had to abstain from sex and masturbation (second one much harder guys!) "I want you gagging for it bitch" was his exact message. I knew she was planning something for later tonight "Do you have to go to 5 aside after work?" I have a special treat for you etc etc. Fucking bitch, why couldn't she just leave me alone. I'd had an argument with her just the other day cos she was randy and wanted some. I'd let her suck me for a minute then pulled out. Her eyes asked the question and I'd said "well, I just can't get hard for fat birds". It was mean and untrue (she wasn't fat) but worked. I didn't hear a peep for 24 hours. Apart from sobbing, pathetic. Back in the loo I was a bit scared to, what if I went in the room and there were like 10 guys in there... or someone I knew... or or if I just lost my bottle. I stripped off, I'd come this far. I'd brought a small sports bag to put my clothes in and to prop up the football story and popped my clothes and shoes inside. So now just dressed in a skintight pair of stripey silk boxers from when I was about 17 I stepped out into the hallway.

"I'm in here" came his voice, sounding impatient, I dropped the bag and pushed open the door to what must have been his office. Light chinked through the blinds and lit me up but only he could see me, and as I had hoped they opened very wide. He was standing with his back against an old desk, a tumbler of something in his hand and a cigar blazing in his mouth. "Well well well, that will do nicely". I had my hands down in front across my waist area and looked coyly back like a naughty schoolgirl "Thank you sir" was all I could manage. "Come here" he beckoned and I obeyed. He put down his drink (I wasn't offered one) and with his free hand ran it up and down my chest, tummy and groin which he gripped. Mmmmmm, he said, "Show me" I flipped my rock hard cock out of the fly along with the packed ballbag. "Ah sweet" he said "Suck". "Yes sir" I replied and knelt before him on both knees. I pulled the zipper open on his trousers and reached inside for his cock. It came out but wasn't fully hard. I was a little relieved as there was a lot of it. My eyes flashed up at him, "Do you want a fucking invitation bitch?" I pulled the skin back and exposed the shiny bulbous head, flat and wide like a serpent. I licked it, once, breathing hot, sucking, forcing more and more in. He relaxed his position, legs inching apart balls swaying under my chin. I kissed them tenderly and he gripped my hair. "Sssssssssssuuuucckkk boy" he slapped my cheek with his cock and I opened my mouth so he could slide it in and out, over and over. Getting bigger and bigger, pulsating with fat veins and ridges. Rammed against my cheek then into my throat, I wasn't used to this and gagged, he eased off and let me work it with my tongue for a bit then started fucking my mouth again. "I am going to bend you over that desk and you hard boy", "Those panties are getting ripped off and I am gonna keep em in my desk drawer understand?" "Mmmgghhgghh" "Understand?" He pulled his cock out and I was able to speak "Yes sir, thank you sir". I kissed and licked his cock, balls and scrotum a bit longer then he bade me stand up,.


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