The email arrived. Steve licked his lips in anticipation. "Love your pic," it read, "Would really like to suck your cock." Steve smiled, felt his cock harden. He replied to the email, told the guy his address and what time to be there.
Once the guy had replied, Steve showered. He looked down at his seven inch cock and smiled, he began to rub it, felt it growing hard in his hand and then he jacked it, slow and steady. Pleasure rose through his wet body. He ran his free hand over his stomach and chest, feeling every muscle, rubbing his nipples, first the left, then the right and finally he reached behind and began to kneed his arse cheeks. He groped at his arse, felt the tight muscle of it, ran a finger over the hole, ran the same finger over his hip, across the top of his pubes, up the centre of his stomach and up to his lips. With a quick lick he tasted himself on the finger, sucked it into his mouth and drew it slowly down his own chin. His other hand, firmly wrapped around his cock continued to move along the thick shaft, twisting slightly as it went up and down.
From the other room he heard the phone ring. Fuck he though, who's that?. He got out of the shower, wrapped himself in a towel and went into the lounge. "Hello?"
"Steve? It's Melissa, what you up to?"
"I was just taking a shower."
"Really? Sorry to disturb you, do you fancy hanging out?"
"I already have plans this evening."
"Oh, you said at work earlier you were free."
"Some thing's come up."
"I bet it has," Melissa said with a giggle.
"Don't be funny, Lissa," Steve said in a mock stern voice. "Anyhow, I have to go."
"OK, see you at work tomorrow."
"Take care."
"You too."
Steve put the phone down, his hard-on had faded. He had once had a thing for Melissa, but since discovering men that had fizzled out. Sure, he still fantasised about her, the thought of her giant tits and close shaved pussy still made him cum, but oh! If only she had a cock, a big fat cock to fuck him with, for him to suck...she would be the ultimate fantasy. But no, for now all Steve wanted was to get sucked by a stranger. Most of his evenings now were taken up by getting his cock sucked, sucking others cocks or being fucked hard in the arse. It had become an obsession since that first time some four months ago, gradually creeping from once a week to pretty much as often as he could get it, and the internet had sure paved the way to that! Steve dressed and then sat and watched television for a while.
The doorbell rang. Steve felt his cock harden in anticipation. He stood and walked over to the door. He peered through the spy hole and saw, to his great disapointment, Melissa standing there. He opened the door. "Lissa... I thought I told you I was busy..."
"I know, just thought I'd see if I could tempt you around to coming for a few pints with me and Matt?"
"Nah, you're cool. I'm just going to stay in, I've got..." he paused, thought quickly, "my cousin coming over. Yeah."
"Oh, OK.. well... I tried!" As Melissa turned around a black man blocked her path. "Hello..." she said slightly taken aback at the unexpected body.
"Hi," the black man said.
Melissa turned to Steve, "cousin....?"