My first venture into writing. Partly true, partly fantasy.
It would be remiss of me not to thank wankerholic42 for the inspiration to start writing and also the encouragement to publish.
Any errors or "glitches" in the text or layout are all down to me.
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"What the fuck am I doing here?" I asked myself. Panicking as I stood outside the large terraced house. Hand again poised to knock. Looking up and down the street. Thankfully quiet. "Either do it or go," I thought.
The door opened. Derek? Must be Derek. Looked like him from the pictures we'd shared on FabSwingers. "You must be Simon?" he said.
"Yes. Yes, I am," I mumbled. The homeowner was even bigger than I'd expected. Towering over me. A huge guy.
"You wanna come in?" he asked in a deep masculine voice. Stepping aside to show me the hallway.
"Yes. Thank you," I replied and stepped over the threshold. "Fuck. I'm doing this," I thought.
"We're in here," said Derek, pointing to the living room. I stepped into a spacious, Victorian living room. Bay window, armchair, long curtains, fireplace, two sofas, rug in the centre of the room.
"Hiya," I heard. A chirpy female voice. Moving further into the room I saw Carol. Must be Carol. Seated on one of the sofas. Auburn hair, glasses, green top and skirt. "We were wondering whether you'd come. I saw you on the doorstep so we thought we'd help you decide," she said, smiling. "We get a lot of no-shows so I'm glad you came. Can I get you anything?" she asked, half lifting her full curvy figure from her seat.
"No. Thank you," I said, nervously rooted to the spot - not sure whether to shake her hand or offer a peck on the cheek. How do you greet people you've never met but are going to have sex with?
Derek moved into the room, closing the door behind him and slumped his huge frame into the armchair. White T-shirt and grey jogging pants.
"Come and make yourself comfortable," he said. "Let's have a chat eh?"
I headed to the empty sofa facing his chair and perched on the edge of the seat.
"Have you done anything like this before?" he asked.
"No. First time. Well...not the first time.. but the first time doing something like this. If you know what I mean?" I replied.
"Sort of," he chuckled. "You said in your messages - and thanks for the pictures by the way - very hot - that you wanted to 'suck cock again - and be dominated'?"
"Yes," I replied.
"And you liked the look of us from our pictures? Or you wouldn't be here - obviously," he responded.
I looked over at Carol and then back to him. "Yes. I like the look of you both."
"Good," he said, sitting forward, His shaven head glistening from the light through the window behind him. God, he was a big, powerful man. "So, are we doing this?"
I gulped. Shaking. Physically shaking. I glanced at the smiling Carol, settling herself into the sofa. "Do it or go. Do it or go," I thought. "Yes. That's what I want to do," I mustered.
"Excellent. Strip and kneel there," commanded Derek, settling back in his chair and pointing to the rug.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I thought. "This is happening."
I stood and removed my tie. Dropping it onto the sofa behind me. I then unbuttoned my white shirt and half-heartedley folded it and placed it with the tie. I sat down again to untie my shoes and remove my socks. My hands shook as Carol and Derek casually watched on.
I stood and unbuckled my belt and dropped my trousers. Placing those behind me I took a step towards the middle of the room.
"Ah, ah. Strip," said Derek.
I paused and realised he meant fully naked. I turned and slid down my boxer shorts. Tossing them onto my other clothes. "Nice," commented Derek. "Pictures don't do that ass justice."
I turned to face him. My slim naked body was exposed to them both.
"Now you can kneel," he said.
I took a couple of steps and knelt naked in the centre of their living room rug.
My host stood and peeled off his white t-shirt and flung down his grey jogging pants. Stepping out of them he stood over me.
6 foot 2? 6 foot 3? His massive frame carried a lot of weight. Some fat but also a lot of muscle! Broad shoulders and thick, powerful arms. A large chest and rounded stomach. Covering his entire body was a layer of dark, wispy hair. From his hairy chest and arms down to his robust legs, his body was raw physicality. A perfect combination of size, power, and masculinity. Just what I'd set out to find.
And now - his thick manhood hung proudly before me. Large veins along its length. Powerful and virile. His balls hung low and heavy. Just like the pictures he'd sent. But even more impressive than his pictures! A shiver of excitement and fear ran through me at the sight of his impressive but scary package. He was the embodiment of masculinity, his massive cock and balls a symbol of raw sexual prowess. I had submitted myself to him already.
Carol got up. Her large breasts, full and plump, under her loose top. Each movement she made sent ripples through them. Her hips were just as generous, round and voluptuous. She reached for a glass of white wine, flopped back down on the sofa - her ringside seat - and sipped as Derek approached me.
As he did, I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and grasp his impressive member, wanting to feel its weight and warmth in my hand.
"No hands," he said. I immediately lowered them. "Put them behind your back." I complied immediately.
Carol chuckled. "He's very eager."