It's happening again. And this time it feels so different. My doubts remain, but my excitement is clear. I'm walking to meet him again. My heart is pounding, my mouth is dry. It feels different this time. The fear lingers, but it is not the fear of sucking cock; I adored that. It's the fear of being caught. What would my friends say if they knew? But they won't. I know nobody in this area. My secret is safe. I think I'm happy with that. Yeah. Who needs to know about this?
The phone says I'll be there in five minutes. It doesn't say how many minutes before I have a cock in my mouth. Ha! Maybe that's an app I could make. I'll call it CockHunter. Whatever. I better focus so I don't appear too eager. I need to keep some form of respectability. I wouldn't want him to think of me as a total cock whore. Or would I? Sweaty palms now. Oh man, the excitement is killing me. Not long now, just around this corner and oh, yeah, there is his house. Keep calm now. Here we go.
knock, knock.
Here he comes. The footsteps are getting louder. It feels like I'm having a heart attack. My sweaty palms are shaking now. The door opens. Man, those jeans and white teeshirt look tailor-made. Stunning.
"So, here I am... you look great."
"Com in. I wasn't sure you'd come back."
"Yeah, me neither. I still can't quite come to terms with it."
"Yeah. I hear that a lot. We'll fix that."
"Oh, okay. Yeah. If you say so."
"Fancy a drink?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
The beer feels so cold in my hands. Maybe my hands will stop sweating. Oh, it's fresh. Nice. But that's not why I'm here. Will I let him initiate? Another bug gulp. Nice. But I want something nicer.
"You want to jump right into it, don't you?"
My eyes dart between my beer and his eyes. I'm ashamed. He has all the power. He knows what I want more than I do. First button of his jeans. The second and they fall to the floor. I'm hard as a rock now. White boxer briefs and a well-fitted teeshirt might be my new favourite thing in the world. He looks stunning. His briefs are bulging. He's excited. My first step towards him.
"Wait. Finish your beer."
"But... But..."
"Finish your beer. You like what you see?"
"Yeah. I love it."
"You like when I rub my cock through my briefs like this?"
"Better than I like this beer."
"What do you want to do now?"
"I want to get on my knees."
"And do what?"
"You know what."
"I want you to say it."
"I want to get on my knees and suck your cock."
"Is that all?"
"What do you mean?"
"I can get anyone to cuck my cock. Tell me exactly what you are going to do."
"Please. Do we have to do this?"
"Have you been practising?"
My cheeks and ears are burning. He sees it. His smile is seductive. Man, he's gorgeous. He knows I'm embarrassed. But he doesn't know what I'm embarrassed about. Is it better to lie and say I've been practising on other guys, or tell the truth? The truth is that I went to an adult store, bought a cock that most resembled his and have practised on it every single day. I tried to get it deeper every day. I practised the perfect tongue position, how to position my jaw so my teeth didn't touch his shaft. I also practised how my teeth would touch his shaft, if I intended to do that.