I stared at the reply on my phone, not quite sure how to feel. We'd been flirting lewdly for half an hour or so, I was desperately horny, my stiff cock throbbing painfully in my hand.
"I think there's been a misunderstanding," the text said. "I'm a guy."
"Oh..." I replied. "Well now I feel stupid, I was sure your ad was in the girls looking for guys section."
For context, I was in the process of going through a divorce, and I hadn't had sex in over a year. I'd started looking through personal ads on a site I found and this had honestly been the first promising response. I went back and read the ad, and felt stupider still. It was indeed posted in the wrong section, but the offers for anal play seemed so much more obviously gay than they'd seemed when I first replied.
"I guess that means I won't get to play with that beautiful cock of yours today after all. I was so looking forward to milking it dry with my fingers inside you," he texted me.
Jesus... I wanted my cock played with so bad. I stared at my phone, trying to decide what the best response would be.
Eventually I settled on, "I'm still really horny, maybe you could still convince me." I held my breath as my heart pounded loudly in my ears. Do I really mean that? Am I considering this?
I'd thought about it in the past actually. I'd discovered how pleasant fingering my ass was years ago, and anal play excited me. I had responded to this ad thinking I'd be trying pegging, but... letting a man fuck my ass wouldn't feel any less good... right?
"Oh really? That sounds like you already want to say yes, you're just scared to admit it out loud. Don't worry baby, I can make you feel better than you've ever felt before. Nobody needs to know about it. And if you want to stop at any time, we will stop immediately, I promise."
"Send me the address. If I don't come through now, I'll chicken out."
5 minutes later, I pulled into his driveway. I was practically hyperventilating and I was shaking. I was terrified. Excited, horny, but terrified. I texted him to let him know I was outside, and got out of my car. He met me at the gate and led me into his home, down a corridor, and into his bedroom.
"Nice to finally meet you in person Dave," he said to me. He was taller than me. Not by much, but enough that I had to look up at his face from how close I was to him. He leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth. For some reason I hadn't expected it and, instinctively, I pulled back but he grabbed my head and held me in place while his tongue invaded my mouth. His slight stubble felt rough and unfamiliar. I'd never kissed a man before. I felt a little dizzy.
He stopped kissing me and looked me in my eyes. "In this room, right now, you belong to me. You're my little fucktoy. I'm your master. Do you understand?"
"Yes," my voice croaked out. Speaking was a struggle, so overwhelmed were my senses in that moment.
He slapped my face. Not hard, just hard enough. "Yes what slut?"
"Yes master," I said, a little louder.
"Good. Now get on your knees slut, and take my cock, that cock you've been fantasizing about on the drive over, and show me what a good little whore you can be."