As work ended and I was on my way home, and I received a text.
I heard you're good with wood.
It was from a number that wasn't saved in my phone. The text was followed by three dots to show that the other person was still typing. A photo of a large pile of treated wood followed.
This is Jim, by the way.
I quickly replied. Yes I am. What do you need done?
Was working on this bench, but I gave up. Can you give me a hand?
I'd love to. When?
I'd say tonight but I'm sure you're busy.
I found myself really wanting to see him. My schedule is clear.
Perfect. Let's say 8PM.
I drove home a little faster and jumped in the shower to get the smell of smoke off me. I also quickly masturbated so I could have plenty of time to recuperate before seeing Jim. I wasn't sure if I would be doing anything sexual, but I didn't want to cum too fast if we did. I focused a lot of my cleaning around my cock and ass, not leaving anything up to chance.
After getting dressed, I made my way to Jim's. The front porch light had burnt out. It was pitch black out by the time I got there.
"Come on in, boy. Nice to see you," Jim greeted me. He had a beer in his hand and had been cleaning up from dinner. I couldn't help but look around at the beauty of the home.
While looking around, a corner room caught my attention. A red leather chair sat in the middle of a room that had been painted completely black.
"Do you want to see the room?" Jim asked.
"If you want to show me," I hesitantly responded. We both started to walk towards the room.
"There's only two rules for that specific room."
"Okay. What are they?" I asked curiously.
"Good boys are to be completely naked at all times, and I am the boss. Do you agree to those rules?" Jim's tone turned immediately authoritative, and I wanted to do nothing but obey.
"Okay," I said.
"No, no. Not like that. Try answering again."
It only took my head a second to register what he wanted. "Yes sir," I corrected myself.
"That's better. Now strip." His voice was demanding.
I immediately dropped my shorts. The shirt followed. As I reached the doorway, I removed my socks and stood there, waiting for the next command. Jim had gone inside the room. He watched me, waiting for me to enter.
My cock had been pushing, pulsing, and begging to come out of my underwear. I'm sure Jim could see my heart beating faster and faster as my cock grew harder and harder.
I took a breath and dropped the final piece of clothing. My underwear. I stepped forward.
Jim stopped me in the center of the room. It was dimly lit but still bright enough to see each of our perfect bodies well enough. Jim's rough hands traced my entire body. He touched my chest and teased his way down my abs to my cock but never touched it.
Instead, Jim's hands found their way to my ass. He gave it a squeeze, feeling the firmness I'm damn proud of. A single finger ran along the outer ring of my hole. Pre-cum dripped as Jim got close.
He guided me to my knees. Without being told, I started to unbutton Jim's pants. A flaccid six inches of cock fell out in front of my face. My mouth began to water like a dog wanting a bone.
As Jim stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside, he pulled off his shirt. "Show me what a good boy you can be." Jim's voice was deeper than usual. More husky.
I guided Jim's cock into my mouth with both hands. He began to grow, reaching his full nine inches with only a few strokes of my tongue.
