Date: Tue, 09 Aug 2005 21:24:56 +0000
From: Sam M <swim_43@hotmail.com>
Subject: Working Overtime Part 1 (M/M, BDSM, cons.)

It was early Saturday evening.  My wife and kids were already vacationing,
but I had to complete some work, so I couldn't join them until the following
week.  I had put in a full day already for a Saturday, so I decided to break
off from work to check some email in my private Hotmail account.

I usually just checked off most of the emails there from the various
bisexual and gay lists I was on, but one caught my attention.  This one was
from a gay BDSM site and it was addressed directly to me.  Apparently,
someone had checked out my profile and found out that his likes and mine
were quite similar.  But he liked to dish out what I liked getting, so it
was perfect.

His email explained who he was and where he lived, which turned out to be
just 15 miles from my home and 25 or so from where I worked.  He kindly
provided me with his cell phone number, too.

My heart was pounding as I considered what I was going to do.  There was no
one to check up on me.  I was free to do as I wanted.  And at that time, my
cock told me all that I needed to know.  I picked up my cell and dialed his
number

I could barely hear the phone ringing because of the blood pounding in my
ears.  But soon I heard a voice on the other end of the line.  A deep,
masculine voice, casually answering.  I explained who I was and he seemed
glad to hear me.  He expressed how much he liked my profile and the pictures
there.  I asked if he was available to meet.

"Well, tonight's not good.  I've got things planned.  You will meet me
tomorrow morning, though."

Hmmm, I thought, he didn't ask me to meet, he simply told me that I would be
meeting him.  My cock stirred some more.  I liked where this was going.

"OK.  Just tell me where."

He gave me instructions to meet him at a 8AM Starbucks near his home.  I was
familiar with it, being a caffiene addict.  He said that he'd see me and
hung up without the normal formalities of good bye.

I leaned back in my chair.  My heart was in my throat and I could barely
breathe.  I was excited, nervous, whatever.  But I knew where I'd be
tomorrow morning at 8AM.

The alarm woke me early the next morning.  I went for a quick run to allay
some of my nervousness, then showered, shaved and began preparing for the
day.  With about a half hour to go, I pulled out of my driveway and headed
to the Starbucks where I was to meet my mystery man.

I had a general description of him, and I didn't notice anyone looking like
him when I got there.  I ordered a tall latte and sat where he instructed me
to sit.  I debated whether I should see this thing through and almost left
two or three times.  8AM came and went and I started worrying that he was
not going to meet me.  While I was nervous that I was going to go through
with it, I was now nervous that I would not.

Twenty minutes after, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder.  "Sam."

I looked up.  There was a man, about ten years older than me, in his mid
fifties, but seemingly very fit.  He had short hair, flecked with grey.  His
eyes were brown and expressionless.

"Yes," I replied.

"Come with me."

He turned and walked to the door.  I grabbed my coffee and followed as
quickly as I could, spilling a little on me in my haste.  I trotted to catch
up to him as he walked to a black GMC Yukon.

"Get in."

I heard the automatic door lock unlock, and I opened the car door.  I hopped
into the car dutifully.

He put the key into the ignition, but before turning over the engine, he
turned to face me.

"Let's get some things straight.  I know what you like and you know what I
like, so there should be no problems with getting along, as long as you do
as I say.  If you are uncomfortable with anything we do, let me know by
saying the word 'please'.  I'll stop what I'm doing and we can move on.  Do
you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good.  ANd make sure you remain respectful.  Of me and my things.  Do not
touch anything in my home or in my car unless I tell you to do so."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, you may put your seatbelt on and we can go."

We drove silently for about five minutes.  We stopped at a light.  At that
point he reached over, unbuckled my pants and pulled my cock out.  It made
me nervous to be like that in public, but it was quite a thrill.  It was
even more exciting when he pulled my head towards him and kissed me full on
the lips, holding the back of my neck like a vice.  What was even more
exciting was we were doing this in full daylight, not too far from my house,
where anyone could see.  Pulling back, I noticed the woman in the car next
to us staring.

I remained there, my dick sprouting up almost embarrassingly in the presence
of a fully clothed man.

"I see you liked that.  A bit of an exhibitionist, eh?  That wasn't in your
profile, but I knida figured you were.  Let me see you play with yourself
while we drive.  But don't cum.  Don't ever cum unless I tell you to."

I hestitated for a bit, but then I placed my hand on my cock.  I teased it
up and down, pulling my foreskin over my head and then back down.  With my
left hand, I pulled my balls out and played with them as well.  My cock was
swelling, and I had almost lost sense of where I was.  I didn't realize it,
but we had pulled into a driveway and then parked in front of a backyard
garage.

"You can stop now."

WIth that, I stopped lewdly pulling at myself.

"Follow me."

He hopped out of the car.  I stopped for second wondering what I should do.
He didn't tell me to put my cock back in my pants, so I assumed that I
shouldn't.  After all, he was in charge.  So, I opened the door and followed
him to the side door of his house, my stiff cock bobbing obsenely all the
way.  He opened the door and stepped in.  I, of course, followed, excited
and nervous at what was to transpire.


Yahoo Messenger ID: swimmer_1958