Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2011 18:17:53 -0700
From: Richard Barber <eyemrich1@msn.com>
Subject: Dialing Master Mike

Dialing Master Mike

WRONG NUMBER, but the right connection.

BY Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@msn.com


This is an erotic story about Man-to-man love and sexual contact.  If you
are under legal age in your state or country, stop reading now, and if this
type of love story offends you, discontinue.


I had just come home from work after an exhausting day.  I was looking
forward to my long weekend holiday, and I had to call my new friend before
it got any later.  I was ordered to call Mike earlier, but the traffic was
exceptionally heavy because of the 4th of July travelers.

I had met Mike last week over the Internet and went to his place to spend
an exciting but demanding sexual adventure.  Mike and I had communicated
first by a gay Internet connection, and found Mike to be more of a Master
and top than I had planned.  I really didn't mind, and found it a change
from my regular boring sex life.  I always like to be in control, but after
meeting Mike, I found myself being his slave instead of the other way
around.

 I was not heavy into S-M type sex but this was different in several ways.
First of all, I discovered Mike to be a real `hunk of a stud'.  He told me
he was presently a policeman for the local city. He also had spent part of
his life as a forest ranger during his college years. Mike was very well
built, to say the least: a 6 foot 6 inches of solid man, with dark hair and
about 10 inches of uncircumcised cock.  Not only did he have a fantastic
head of hair, but his chest was covered with a mass of hair as well.

 He was just an all around hot sexy man.  No one would ever suspect that
Mike loved to have sex with men as well as his harem of girls, which were
ready at a drop their panties anytime, to satisfy his needs.  Mike said he
found his sexual life with men was more satisfying that any woman he had
ever encountered.  I assumed the reason to be that men understand another
man's feelings and sexual desires better, and could usually handle the more
exhausting and demanding commands from another man during a heavy sexual
encounter.

I fixed myself a cool drink, set down at the phone and quickly looked up
Mike's phone number in my `little black book' of hot men I knew, and wanted
to know better.  I was a bit nervous about this because Mike had given me
strict instruction to call him directly at 6 pm yet here it was already
6:30.  I dialed the phone and waited anxiously for him to answer.  It rang
1, 2 then 3 times before a man's voice answered the phone.

"Hello?" came the deep voice on the phone.

"Hello Mike?  Sir, I am terribly sorry for the late call, but the traffic
was really bad tonight, and I was late getting home.  I know this is a poor
way for your new sex slave to start out, but I will make it up to you Sir."
I continued to rattle on.

"I enjoyed our first encounter and promise I will get you off as many times
as you wish, Sir.  I enjoyed worshiping your godly body and eating your
tasty ass hole: and especially enjoyed sucking on that 10 inch
uncircumcised cock, and drinking down all 3 loads of your wonderful
cum. Please sir, forgive me.  I am here to please you and need you again,
sir."

I found myself saying as I was now groveling before my master. My sudden
burst of humbleness even surprised me, and I did find myself blurting out
things I had never said to another person. I waited for an answer but there
was a sudden silence.  I thought that perhaps I should wait until Mike
spoke to me. Then a voice came back to me.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like this?  Who are you
anyway?" The voice angrily said to me.

"I am so sorry, Sir.  I beg your forgiveness.  I am Dick, your sex slave
for tonight.  I know I was to call you at 6 and I ask your humble
forgiveness.  I am ready to come by and serve you well.  Please forgive me
Sir. "Then I waited before he spoke once again.

"So you think you are my sex slave huh?  If so, what do you think I should
do with you tonight?"  He spoke firmly, but not as angry as before.

"Sir.  I am willing to do anything I can to please your desires.  I will
suck your cock for as long as you like, Rim and eat your beautiful asshole
and tongue fuck you long and hard.  Then I will drain your sweet warm cum
from your magnificent cock until you are tired of my mouth." I continued.

"Sex slave huh?  You like sucking cock and eating ass, do you cock sucker?
He said.  "Do you want to suck my cock and eat my musky ass hole?"

"Oh yes sir.  I especially like sucking your big cock.  It is so wonderful,
especially when you unload that cum into my mouth and down my throat, Sir"
I said. "And just the thought of eating your ass again is such a turn on."

"Okay, punk!  So, you are willing to let me stick my fat cock up your tight
ass hole and fuck the shit out of you until I have pumped my hot fucking
cum load into your fuck shoot.  Then after I pull my juicy wet cock out of
your ass, you will lick off the remaining cum from my semi-limp shaft? Will
you get me hard again, suck my next load into you hot mouth, and swallow
every drop of my sperm? Right, cock sucker?"

"Yes sir.  I am yours to command.  I will be honored to let you fuck my
virgin ass and pump you hot load into my willing fuck shoot.  I need your
cock in any way I can get it Sir.  I desire you and want to please you.
Please sir.  I need your cock up my ass. Sir."  I found myself saying and
was now so aroused that I had to drop my pants and was starting to rum the
pre-cum juices around the head of my cock and slowly jacking off.  This man
was hot and I knew I needed him again.  He sure knew how to get me turned
on, even by phone.

"Once again punk.  Whom the fuck do you think you are talking to, cock
sucker?  Am I your master, and you are my cock slave?" he asks.

"Yes Sir. I am talking to my Master.  I am you cock slave, your punk boy; I
am here and ready to serve my master. Sir. "  I quickly stated to him.

There was a silence once again and then I had a frightening thought.  Oh,
my god.  Did I dial the wrong number?  No, it was Mike's phone number.
Perhaps he had given me a wrong number or just didn't want to talk to me
now that he had already used me.  Then I quietly ask.

"This is Mike, isn't it? I said waiting for an answer.

"Yes, this is Mike, but I think you have dialed a different `Mike' than you
thought." Then there was a short silence and the voice said to me.

"I am Mike, the man you hired last month to do some carpenter work for you
in your house.  Mike the carpenter.  Remember?" he said.  Then he continues
as I sat there in shock.  "But don't hang up, cock sucker.  I know who you
are, Dick, and you shall continue to call me Sir!"

I sat there in complete shock and awe.  I now realized I had called the
wrong Mike.  I thought to myself." That was a stupid mistake", yet I didn't
hang up.  I was not sure what to do, so I waited for his next move. My
memory flashed back to this Mike, the carpenter.  He was such a hot blond
god.  I remembered him very well, that was the reason I wrote his phone
number in my phone book.  I wanted to get up the nerve to call him sometime
and invite him over for beer.

Mike, the carpenter, had worked here for 2 days building some cabinets for
me in my garage.  I was so stimulated by his body and his personality.
Although I desired him, I saw his wedding band, and I tried to cancel him
out of my mind.  I had been making a complete fool out of myself to this
blond hair, blue-eyed god.  I knew I should hang up, but was frozen with
embarrassment and desire.  I waited for his next move.

"You still there, Dick?"  He said to me.

"Yes, Mike, I am still here, but I must apologize for the stupid blunder
and the fool I have made of myself.  I..." I was starting to apologize when
he suddenly interrupted me.

"That's `SIR' when you talk to me, you fucking cock sucker.  That's SIR,
and don't you forget it!" he continued in a commanding tone.

" Now here is what we are going to do: My wife is out of town for the rest
of this week, and you are going to get your fucking hot ass over here and
serve your new master. Do you hear me? You have my home address from the
business card I left you. I only live a few blocks from you, so I will
expect you here within the hour and no excuses.  You will be ready to serve
me in all the ways you mentioned to me over the phone, and then I have a
few more ideas of my own. Did you understand that? Punk?  Get your ass over
here. Now!"  Mike said, then he hung up the phone.

I was still in shock, but hoped into some tight jeans and torn t-shirt.  I
got into my car and headed out to serve my new master.

Story by Richard Barber
Word Count, 1774

8/9/2003