Disclaimer: Even though this story can be appreciated on it's own it will make more sense to read "CURIOUS WM 30" first. If you do not understand man to man sex or worse, loath it, please pick another story and don't waste your time. If you can offer insight or constructive criticism please do! I welcome any honest attempts to help me write better or understand this topic and will answer any sincere email.
"Karl, can you pickup the dry cleaning today?"
"What, dear?"
"Aren't you listening? You seem distracted."
"It's nothing, dear. What did you say?"
"I need you to pick up the dry cleaning today, can you do that?"
"Of course, dear. I'll get it this morning after I do the breakfast dishes and make the beds." We've been sleeping in separate beds in separate rooms for some time now because she says I snore, maybe that's why we don't have sex any more than we do.
"Please don't forget."
"Yes, dear." I said as I cleared the table and rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dish washer. I had just twenty minutes before I could leave for Phil's.
Before I answered Phil's ad my days were filled with meaningless errands. My small body shop had been acquired by a large medical firm intent on owning the entire block. They will too, the city is behind them. They're the largest employer in the area and no matter what they say when money talks councilmen listen. It wasn't so bad. I was just fifteen months from my sixty-second birthday so I took early retirement and spent my free time on the internet. That's how I became interested seriously in man to man sex. I met Phil through a personal ad in a local paper and that's why I was distracted. I couldn't tell Martha, of course, but today I had a reason to be excited about the day!
It had been two days since I had Phil's dick in my mouth and I missed the contrast between the velvety softness of his glans and hardness of his shaft just before he exploded in my mouth. I needed him, maybe more that he needed me!
At precisely nine, I walked into Phil's office. An attractive young woman was seated behind the desk. She looked the part of an efficient office assistant. Hair drawn back, not a pony tail exactly, but gathered behind her head by her neck. Her plain white blouse was buttoned up to her neck and her glasses were the wire rimmed kind that made her look like a teacher or librarian. What make-up she wore was subdued, maybe non-existent!
"May I help you?" She asked sweetly, a little too sweetly, almost syrupy.
"I have a nine o'clock appointment." I informed her.
"With Phil?" She smiled, looking directly into my confused eyes.
I was a little surprised. No, I was a lot surprised. How much did she know? If she knew our code word what else had he told her?
She stood in the doorway and announced coyly, "Phil, your nine o'clock is here."
"Show him in, Angela. And then why don't you get yourself some coffee, I don't want to be disturbed for any reason, is that clear?"
"Yes, Phil. I'll be in the coffee shop; you can call me when your consultation is over." She nodded to me, "This way please."
As I brushed by I felt her breasts on my arm, I swear they felt like her nipples were hard!
"Have a seat." Phil offered. I sat in the same chair that I used on Saturday. I heard the door close and after a short, silent wait Phil went to the outer office and locked it.
"Karl, I hope you don't mind," he announced almost apologetically as he returned, "I'd like to spice up our scene a little. If you don't mind, of course."
"Tell me what it is, Phil. If it turns you on maybe it will turn me on too."
"I want to be 'in charge', if you will. I want to be the Master and you to be my obedient slut slave. And I'd like you to be naked when you do me. Is that too much to ask?"
"Not at all, Phil. Is that all you want to change?"
"There is one more thing, Karl. When you are serving me, when you are sucking me I need you to show me how much my cock means to you. If you are not already hard I'd like you to be stroking your cock; you shouldn't cum or anything just keep yourself hard while you suck me, like you are really turned on by my cock."
"That won't be hard at all, Phil; I am turned on by your cock. I can't stop thinking about it! Your cock is exciting; I'm hard right now just waiting for you to let me suck you! If you'll let me strip I'll show you what just thinking about sucking your amazing cock does for me!"
"O.K. Then just stand behind that chair and beg me to let you take your clothes off."
I stood behind the chair by the window with the sun bearing down like a spotlight, "Master Phil, may I please take off my clothes and pleasure your beautiful penis?" It was a little awkward but I did want to please him.
"You may strip slowly slave and tease yourself while I watch."
I turned my back to him and faced the window as I tried to be as seductive as possible while I stripped. I felt a little foolish doing a bump and grind but when I was finally naked my penis stood straight out. I faced him and put my hands behind my head. With my feet slightly spread my 'package' was fully exposed and accurately gauged my level of excitement!
"If you want it, come and get it!"
I licked my lips. I knew that very soon I would be sucking cock again, a real cock, his cock. I dropped to my knees and licked my lips again. Phil smiled and rubbed his crotch as I crawled across the room on my hands and knees and knelt at his feet.
I raised my head and gently nuzzled his crotch with my face. "Please sir, may I unbuckle your belt?" I begged.
Phil allowed me to stimulate his package with my face before finally granting permission. "You may."
I nuzzled him again and kissed his package while I kneaded his ass and felt his cock growing harder. "May I unzip your trousers, please?"
"You may."
My fingers groped his crotch and squeezed his penis as my lips kissed his excited package. "May I unbutton your trousers?"
