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So during the following week I only thought it fair to drop him an email. I thanked him for allowing me to come to his house and saying after all that time it was finally nice to meet up and I’d wished I hadn’t put it off for so long. Left it at that and if he fancied meeting up again just get in touch.
A few days later I got a reply. Not quite what I was expecting if I’m honest. He was pissed off with me I had cum in his mouth ...and said he thought I was gay! I was dumbstruck, I mean we had corresponded by email like I said for many months and knew quite a lot about each other - well I was being truthful anyway. I said as much in my reply but also threw in for good measure that he had cum in my mouth first (yes, I know that sounds c***dish) and having his tongue in my arse seemed gay to me!
I sent my reply and thought sod him ...and expected that to be the end of it.
A week or so later on a Friday I got another email from him. Basically he was apologising, said he had over reacted and after thinking things over would like to meet me again. He suggested Sunday but couldn’t be at his house ...but at his workplace.
He was in the removals game and had a yard down by the River Thames, alongside car breakers, storage units and the like. Not the most enchanting of places but said he had the keys and no one else would be there.
Avoiding all the potholes in the road leading to his yard’s entrance I was pleased to finally pull in through the gates and park up. I didn’t notice any other cars as I looked round, only the squawking seagulls keeping me company. Then off to the side I saw him motioning to me. There were a couple of 40’ containers, one on top of the other with stairs connecting the two. He went inside as I walked over.
I was now suddenly feeling a bit apprehensive as I gingerly made my way up the metal stairs. I pushed the door open and walked in. It was a grubby place ...second hand furniture, a desk by the window, faded page 3 girls on the walls. He was standing adjacent to the desk with his back to me, I had started to say “Sorry about any misunderstanding the other day...” when he turned around.
First thing I noticed he had his hand on his erect cock, which was out of his flies. “Come here” he barked.
I meekly walked to him and as I stood in front of him he put the other spare hand on my shoulder and ‘encouraged’ me to get down. I didn’t need it spelling out and went about sucking his ...well, it’s got to said blooming lovely cock. From his sighs I knew I was doing ok.
He then asked me to get up, which I did. He began kissing me, rather keenly and as one hand cupped the back of my neck the other was working my belt loose and getting into my boxers on onto my cock. I hadn’t even had the chance to get a semi at this stage!
He was moving my jeans, I thought to give his hand more room but they and my boxers were quickly down to my knees. He now spun me round and bent over the desk. Both hands pulled my pants down now to my ankles and then were onto my cheeks. As I was pushed apart there was his tongue again at my arsehole ...he definitely had a thing for this and I can’t say I was complaining! Lol
I looked out the window into the yard as he buried his face in my bum. The gates were still open, what if somebody walked in I thought. These thoughts quickly came to a stop when he got up and started fingering my arsehole.
Funny were hadn’t had so much as a conversation since I got there.
Now I felt something else there, and as I bent round to look I could see he was swiping my arse with lube. He pushed me back down on to the desktop and felt him close in. His cock was trying to enter me!
During our months of correspondence we had spoken of how far we were prepared to go and I had said I was open to being fucked. He took me at my word!
He was pushing hard into me before I felt myself ‘open’ and he got his cock inside. I can’t say I was enjoying it at that moment, just gritting my teeth really. Thankfully he wasn’t trying to force himself all the way in straightaway, but as I became accustomed to his girth he began fucking me fully. He was lasting longer than he did on our first meeting, which at this point I was wondering if that was a good thing!
His thrusting stopped and I felt him hook an arm under my legs, he spun me round so my back was now on the desk, my legs up in the arm. He grabbed at my jeans between my legs, which were still round my ankles and gripped at them tightly. This had the affect of bringing my ankles close to together, and my legs were obscuring him from my view. With that grip he pushed my legs back, and then once again I felt his erect cock at me. This time it went in a little easier. But this small blessing was outweighed by the fact he now started fucking me harder.
I had to reach behind and put the palm of my hands on the window, since every thrust of his meant my head was hitting the glass. I remember actually not feeling that comfortable and he was certainly fucking me with intent.
Finally though he let my legs fall down, as he withdrew from me. He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me off the desk, I bounced down onto the floor, half sitting with my back up against one of the sofa chairs. He stood in front of me as he grabbed his cock and masturbated himself. From his breathing I could tell he was about to cum. I grimaced and held my mouth tightly shut, I wasn’t quite so keen now to taste him.
The first splash hit my forehead, I then closed my eyes. More hit one of my cheeks and hair. When I thought he’d finished I opened my eyes to see him holding his swollen cock back and up, then hit flicked it in my direction and his final amount of cum landed on my t-shirt.
“You better go now, the boys will be here soon”, I recall him saying, as he started to pull up his trousers.
“Wait, what!? I thought you said...” I muttered as I saw him walk to the other end of the container.
I pulled up my jeans and went back out to the car. On the walk across the yard I could feel some of his cum running, so on getting in first thing I did was find some tissue to wipe it off. Looking in the mirror I could see my glistening forehead, and strings of it in my hair. The fucker!!
I didn’t send him a ‘thank you’ e-mail this time and I never heard from him again.
A few days later I got a reply. Not quite what I was expecting if I’m honest. He was pissed off with me I had cum in his mouth ...and said he thought I was gay! I was dumbstruck, I mean we had corresponded by email like I said for many months and knew quite a lot about each other - well I was being truthful anyway. I said as much in my reply but also threw in for good measure that he had cum in my mouth first (yes, I know that sounds c***dish) and having his tongue in my arse seemed gay to me!
I sent my reply and thought sod him ...and expected that to be the end of it.
A week or so later on a Friday I got another email from him. Basically he was apologising, said he had over reacted and after thinking things over would like to meet me again. He suggested Sunday but couldn’t be at his house ...but at his workplace.
He was in the removals game and had a yard down by the River Thames, alongside car breakers, storage units and the like. Not the most enchanting of places but said he had the keys and no one else would be there.
Avoiding all the potholes in the road leading to his yard’s entrance I was pleased to finally pull in through the gates and park up. I didn’t notice any other cars as I looked round, only the squawking seagulls keeping me company. Then off to the side I saw him motioning to me. There were a couple of 40’ containers, one on top of the other with stairs connecting the two. He went inside as I walked over.
I was now suddenly feeling a bit apprehensive as I gingerly made my way up the metal stairs. I pushed the door open and walked in. It was a grubby place ...second hand furniture, a desk by the window, faded page 3 girls on the walls. He was standing adjacent to the desk with his back to me, I had started to say “Sorry about any misunderstanding the other day...” when he turned around.
First thing I noticed he had his hand on his erect cock, which was out of his flies. “Come here” he barked.
I meekly walked to him and as I stood in front of him he put the other spare hand on my shoulder and ‘encouraged’ me to get down. I didn’t need it spelling out and went about sucking his ...well, it’s got to said blooming lovely cock. From his sighs I knew I was doing ok.
He then asked me to get up, which I did. He began kissing me, rather keenly and as one hand cupped the back of my neck the other was working my belt loose and getting into my boxers on onto my cock. I hadn’t even had the chance to get a semi at this stage!
He was moving my jeans, I thought to give his hand more room but they and my boxers were quickly down to my knees. He now spun me round and bent over the desk. Both hands pulled my pants down now to my ankles and then were onto my cheeks. As I was pushed apart there was his tongue again at my arsehole ...he definitely had a thing for this and I can’t say I was complaining! Lol
I looked out the window into the yard as he buried his face in my bum. The gates were still open, what if somebody walked in I thought. These thoughts quickly came to a stop when he got up and started fingering my arsehole.
Funny were hadn’t had so much as a conversation since I got there.
Now I felt something else there, and as I bent round to look I could see he was swiping my arse with lube. He pushed me back down on to the desktop and felt him close in. His cock was trying to enter me!
During our months of correspondence we had spoken of how far we were prepared to go and I had said I was open to being fucked. He took me at my word!
He was pushing hard into me before I felt myself ‘open’ and he got his cock inside. I can’t say I was enjoying it at that moment, just gritting my teeth really. Thankfully he wasn’t trying to force himself all the way in straightaway, but as I became accustomed to his girth he began fucking me fully. He was lasting longer than he did on our first meeting, which at this point I was wondering if that was a good thing!
His thrusting stopped and I felt him hook an arm under my legs, he spun me round so my back was now on the desk, my legs up in the arm. He grabbed at my jeans between my legs, which were still round my ankles and gripped at them tightly. This had the affect of bringing my ankles close to together, and my legs were obscuring him from my view. With that grip he pushed my legs back, and then once again I felt his erect cock at me. This time it went in a little easier. But this small blessing was outweighed by the fact he now started fucking me harder.
I had to reach behind and put the palm of my hands on the window, since every thrust of his meant my head was hitting the glass. I remember actually not feeling that comfortable and he was certainly fucking me with intent.
Finally though he let my legs fall down, as he withdrew from me. He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me off the desk, I bounced down onto the floor, half sitting with my back up against one of the sofa chairs. He stood in front of me as he grabbed his cock and masturbated himself. From his breathing I could tell he was about to cum. I grimaced and held my mouth tightly shut, I wasn’t quite so keen now to taste him.
The first splash hit my forehead, I then closed my eyes. More hit one of my cheeks and hair. When I thought he’d finished I opened my eyes to see him holding his swollen cock back and up, then hit flicked it in my direction and his final amount of cum landed on my t-shirt.
“You better go now, the boys will be here soon”, I recall him saying, as he started to pull up his trousers.
“Wait, what!? I thought you said...” I muttered as I saw him walk to the other end of the container.
I pulled up my jeans and went back out to the car. On the walk across the yard I could feel some of his cum running, so on getting in first thing I did was find some tissue to wipe it off. Looking in the mirror I could see my glistening forehead, and strings of it in my hair. The fucker!!
I didn’t send him a ‘thank you’ e-mail this time and I never heard from him again.
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