I woke up alone in the huge bed, in the huge bedroom. "Coffee's ready", Cal boomed from somewhere.
"Coming" was my response.
I looked around for my clothes, but they were not in evidence. I remembered then that we had not even brought my suitcase in from the car. A pale blue silky robe was laid out on the bed. I knew right away that Cal had left this for me. I put it on, thankful that he didn't expect me to walk out naked. I belted the robe and walked into the living room.
Cal was carrying steaming mugs of coffee from the kitchen. He set them appropriately on the coffee table. The seating arrangement was directed by where he put the mugs. One in front of the large chair, the other near the end of sofa. He settled into the chair and said "Good morning, baby".
"Good morning Cal", I replied as I sat down.
He smiled at me. I felt awkward. I had never woken up in a strange man's apartment before.
We both took a sip of coffee then Cal said, "Last night was wonderful".
I stared down at the cup in my hands considering a response. He was right, last night WAS wonderful. I lifted my eyes to meet his.
"Are you embarrassed?" I nodded. "GOOD" he chuckled. "You know that turns me on".
I couldn't help but smile. He seemed to know just the right things to say. He always did.
Cal wore a bulky, black, bathrobe. He looked very relaxed and comfortable as he drank his coffee.
His voice gets deep and kinda whispery when he gives 'direction', and that's how it was when started talking to me.
"Baby, look at me". (I did, right into his eyes intently). "Pull one leg up next to you"
When I did that, my robe parted and my and my filling cock was on full display.
"Yesssssss" He hissed. His voice was deep and even as he continued speaking.
"It is thrilling for me to give you the feeling of a blushing virgin.
You have allowed me to debauch you, to violate you. You loved every minute. You are feeling embarrassed, humiliated, and ashamed. I know you are.
Today we're going to work through that stuff. Life is too short to indulge in shame and guilt."
Cal and I had been friends for over a year now. We met on a gay dating website. Our connection grew through email and phone calls. It started as a lark for me, a flirtation with alternative lifestyle. As we corresponded I experimented with expressing my fantasies. I suppose I was using him at first. A day ago I had jumped on a plane and traveled a thousand miles to meet him. I felt I owed him that. He had been so nice, so accommodating.
He continued with his monologue.
"We made love last night. You are still becoming who you truly are. Take your cock in your hand and listen to me. Stroke yourself gently. Masturbate in front of me. I find you so very attractive and innocent."
My penis had grown impossibly hard, and my breath stuttered. Excitement and lust began to overcome my fear and feelings of humiliation.
Cal smiled at me, it was calming. He said,