I guess I know why he chose me. At first, I was reluctant to admit that I liked guys and especially guys that would pound me hard. I was ashamed of it. Living life as a closeted gay, never knowing if the guys at the gym were hitting on me or not was a constant struggle. Trying to dress in a straight-way and also keeping a facade at work was exhausting. So I didn't know what to expect when he invited me over.
We'd been messaging each other online, although I never sent him a face picture. I make sure to post nice torso pictures showing my pale abs, and my tribal tattoos, and sometimes I would send a short video of me playing with myself and stroking my cock over my white briefs just to tease guys. Most of the guys were too small for my taste and some would be good for a quick fuck on a Friday night.
It was Saturday around five pm, I was watching some netflix when I got his messages.
"Hey, wanna meet tonight? "
"I got a nice place, discreet."
"We could have a good time."
He sent a picture of his hand holding his cock over some black shorts. He had a great body and some tattoos. I noticed he was wearing a black harness, so I guessed he was onto bdsm. In my mind this meant been fucked by a bunch of old leather daddies and I wasn't really into that so I answered.
"not really into leather, sorry".
As a cocky guy who gets lots of messages I thought I could find some other guy that night. But then he said
"I want you, not some other guy."
"Just you and me, no bdsm."
He seemed so persistent and weirdly romantic, I didn't know what to answer. Then he said
"If you change your mind come to this address at 7pm."
I didn't answer that last message and continued watching my series. But then my curiosity got the better of me, it couldn't be so bad right? It's just one guy, he seemed hot. The episode ended as I closed the computer and hit the shower. Hot water dripped my tall frame, I washed my blonde short hair and made sure to clean my ass. As I touched in that place I was getting kind of excited, but I refrained from jerking off. Got dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and headed to the address.
It was a nice red door, with a golden 45 number on it. The neighbourhood looked normal. I got kind of restless. What if he is a creep? At least I could beat him, if he is one guy. Even that possibility was building up my excitement as I was walking towards the door. I took my phone out and typed...
"im outside"
The door opened and I saw a handsome tall man, in a nice grey shirt and pants. For a moment, I was scared I got the wrong address. He had green eyes, dark hair and I could see his shirt hugging his muscles. I could tell by the wrinkles on his eyes he was a few years older than me. He said:
"Hi, you're here"
"Come in." with a deep voice and smiled.
I said 'hi' nervously and put my phone away as I entered the house.
It looked like a long white corridor with different rooms, the doors had different colors and numbers. I was too shy to ask questions, luckily he started talking.
"Follow me"
"There isn't anyone here at this time, it's too early."
"My room is number 14."
I kept walking next to him, he spoke in a very calm and casual way so I felt comfortable right away.
Once we reached the door he looked at me and told me:
"I have to tell something before we enter."
"Ok..." I said kind of nervous but ready to just go for it.
"I like to play rough and I like to be in control." He said in calm manner.
My cock was getting hard just by his words but I didn't want to jump on him just yet.
"That's OK..." I admitted and I saw him smile softly.
"Good"
"But just in case I get too carried away, this is the safe word."
His finger pointed to the number on the door.
"Fourteen?" I said puzzled.
"Yes, in case you want me to stop or slow down you yell this number. Can you do that?"
"Sure." I said but I wasn't sure at all. I was just too excited.
I looked inside the room, and saw a bed and a few bags. There was a chair in the middle of the room. It looked nice and clean, with a soft dim light on. We stepped into the room and right away, he changed into a different person.
"Get on your knees"
He said close to my ear with a soft but firm voice. I was kind of confused, but I did as he told me. Accepting that I was just going to let him guide the situation. Standing behind me, he started caressing my chest, pinching my nipples. My hard cock was already showing over my pants. He was taking his time, teasing me. Pinching my nipples harder I let a few moans out.
"Ahh... fuck..." I let out.
"That's a good boy" he said.
"Don't hold back, you can scream all you want."
I was starting to get into it.
"Come on, get up boy".
I got up panting, and following him with my eyes. I wasn't moving until he told me to. He walked over to the table that had a few bags.
"Strip"
"Leave the socks and underwear on" he said casually as he opened one of the bags.
I was curious to know what was in them.
"Go on. Do it"
He urged me.
