It was early Saturday evening. My wife and kids were already vacationing, but I had to complete some work, so I couldn't join them until the following week. I had put in a full day already for a Saturday, so I decided to break off from work to check some email in my private Hotmail account.
I usually just checked off most of the emails there from the various bisexual and gay lists I was on, but one caught my attention. This one was from a gay BDSM site and it was addressed directly to me. Apparently, someone had checked out my profile and found out that his likes and mine were quite similar. But he liked to dish out what I liked getting, so it was perfect.
His email explained who he was and where he lived, which turned out to be just 15 miles from my home and 25 or so from where I worked. He kindly provided me with his cell phone number, too.
My heart was pounding as I considered what I was going to do. There was no one to check up on me. I was free to do as I wanted. And at that time, my cock told me all that I needed to know. I picked up my cell and dialed his number
I could barely hear the phone ringing because of the blood pounding in my ears. But soon I heard a voice on the other end of the line. A deep, masculine voice, casually answering. I explained who I was and he seemed glad to hear me. He expressed how much he liked my profile and the pictures there. I asked if he was available to meet.
"Well, tonight's not good. I've got things planned. You will meet me tomorrow morning, though."
Hmmm, I thought, he didn't ask me to meet, he simply told me that I would be meeting him. My cock stirred some more. I liked where this was going.
"OK. Just tell me where."
He gave me instructions to meet him at a 8AM Starbucks near his home. I was familiar with it, being a caffiene addict. He said that he'd see me and hung up without the normal formalities of good bye.
I leaned back in my chair. My heart was in my throat and I could barely breathe. I was excited, nervous, whatever. But I knew where I'd be tomorrow morning at 8AM.
The alarm woke me early the next morning. I went for a quick run to allay some of my nervousness, then showered, shaved and began preparing for the day. With about a half hour to go, I pulled out of my driveway and headed to the Starbucks where I was to meet my mystery man.
I had a general description of him, and I didn't notice anyone looking like him when I got there. I ordered a tall latte and sat where he instructed me to sit. I debated whether I should see this thing through and almost left two or three times. 8AM came and went and I started worrying that he was not going to meet me. While I was nervous that I was going to go through with it, I was now nervous that I would not.
Twenty minutes after, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. "Sam."
I looked up. There was a man, about ten years older than me, in his mid fifties, but seemingly very fit. He had short hair, flecked with grey. His eyes were brown and expressionless.
"Yes," I replied.
"Come with me."
He turned and walked to the door. I grabbed my coffee and followed as quickly as I could, spilling a little on me in my haste. I trotted to catch up to him as he walked to a black GMC Yukon.
"Get in."
I heard the automatic door lock unlock, and I opened the car door. I hopped into the car dutifully.
He put the key into the ignition, but before turning over the engine, he turned to face me.
"Let's get some things straight. I know what you like and you know what I like, so there should be no problems with getting along, as long as you do as I say. If you are uncomfortable with anything we do, let me know by saying the word 'please'. I'll stop what I'm doing and we can move on. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. ANd make sure you remain respectful. Of me and my things. Do not touch anything in my home or in my car unless I tell you to do so."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, you may put your seatbelt on and we can go."
We drove silently for about five minutes. We stopped at a light. At that point he reached over, unbuckled my pants and pulled my cock out. It made me nervous to be like that in public, but it was quite a thrill. It was even more exciting when he pulled my head towards him and kissed me full on the lips, holding the back of my neck like a vice. What was even more exciting was we were doing this in full daylight, not too far from my house, where anyone could see. Pulling back, I noticed the woman in the car next to us staring.
I remained there, my dick sprouting up almost embarrassingly in the presence of a fully clothed man.
"I see you liked that. A bit of an exhibitionist, eh? That wasn't in your profile, but I knida figured you were. Let me see you play with yourself while we drive. But don't cum. Don't ever cum unless I tell you to."
I hestitated for a bit, but then I placed my hand on my cock. I teased it up and down, pulling my foreskin over my head and then back down. With my left hand, I pulled my balls out and played with them as well. My cock was swelling, and I had almost lost sense of where I was. I didn't realize it, but we had pulled into a driveway and then parked in front of a backyard garage.
"You can stop now."
WIth that, I stopped lewdly pulling at myself.
"Follow me."
He hopped out of the car. I stopped for second wondering what I should do. He didn't tell me to put my cock back in my pants, so I assumed that I shouldn't. After all, he was in charge. So, I opened the door and followed him to the side door of his house, my stiff cock bobbing obsenely all the way. He opened the door and stepped in. I, of course, followed, excited and nervous at what was to transpire.
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