Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2016 16:30:39 +0000
From: Jake Scott <mosap3r3@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Stud part 3

Friday night had consumed my thoughts most of the week. I would find myself
drifting off into a daydream at work - thinking both of my stud fucking me
in the toilets the previous week, and the anticipation of what might come
this Friday coming. When I snapped back to consciousness, and the drab
numbers on my computer screen, I'd have a stiff hardon trying to poke
obscenely through my work trousers. On Tuesday it got too much, and I had
to excuse myself to rush to the gents. I locked the cubicle door and
knocked one out thinking of my motorcycle stud and his thick, meaty cock.

By Wednesday, I figured that I didn't want to masturbate any more that
week. Not before Friday. Yes, I would save myself. Otherwise it might
diminish what I hope would be a very exciting night. The next load of cum
that came out of my cock would be for him. Even when Kim tried to initiate
`cuddling' with me in bed on Wednesday night, I rolled over and told her
"Not tonight, babe. Headache." Oh, how very unoriginal, I know. But hey, if
she wanted to play married couples, she should get used to that response. A
bit mean perhaps, I know... but, hey what could I say? I was saving myself
like a precious little schoolgirl for my stud however way he wanted me.

I told Kim on Friday morning that it had been a tough week at work, and I
would be going out with some of the boys later that night to have a few
drinks and ease some of the stress. Well, it was only partly a lie, I would
certainly be relieving some stress that night, one way or the other. Kim
said it was fine and commented how I hadn't seemed myself most of the week.

"A night out with the boys'll do you good babes."

Yeah, thanks. Part of me wished she would be more of a bitch about
this. Then I wouldn't feel so bad doing what I was going to do. Sneaking
off with hopes of getting a thick cock up my tight bum.

**

The day seemed to last forever. But the closer I got to clocking off time,
the stronger and harder my heart started to beat. Oh God I was
nervous. What was my stud going to do with me... did I even have the guts
to turn up? I mean, there was no doubt that I wanted to, but... what if?
What if this, what if that - so many questions ran around through my mind
all day. My head told me I shouldn't be doing this. I had a girlfriend at
home. What if someone were to see - me waiting there at the station for
another man? What would they think? What would they say? But still, my
heart told me I had to be there. That look in his eyes, the way those blue
eyes and pierced right through my soul. In that moment I had become his,
and I knew I had to be there that night. My heart wanted it, my cock wanted
it, and my increasingly twitching arsehole wanted it more than anything.

So after work I headed back home with the intention of changing clothes. I
knew Kim wouldn't be home yet. She and her best friend Sheila would often
go to the bar local to their place of work on a Friday night for `cocktail
hour', so it gave me the place to myself for now. I didn't know how my stud
wanted me to dress. I guess I was a little preppy in my clothing habits,
but I didn't want him to think me to be too much of a pretty boy. But then
again, maybe that was exactly what he wanted - maybe that's what got him
off, making a preppy little 20-something year old effectively his bitch for
the evening... Eventually I decided on a casual blue polo shirt and some
skinny fit jeans, not too casual, not too formal. I tried to make my hair
as presentable as possible, rubbing some gel in and styling it how I
thought he might like me to look. Then, I poured myself a large double of
whisky. I was definitely going to need some Dutch courage, I
thought. Perhaps that would calm my heart, which was trying to beat its way
through my chest. Finally, I opened the front door and set out.

9.00pm. Finally the hour had arrived. I was on time as I had been
instructed to be. But, where was my stud? I hoped I was standing in the
right place. There sure were a lot of people coming in and out of the
station. As well as plenty milling around as I was, surely waiting for
partners, friends, to take them to where ever they were heading that
night. I stood around meekly, hands nervously in my pockets like a 13 year
old going on his first date, waiting and hoping his crush would arrive and
not stand him up. I waited, waited, waited. 9.15, 9.20, 9.30pm all came and
passed. Still no stud. Oh God, I thought to myself. Maybe I really had made
a fucking idiot of myself. All week I had been anticipating this very
moment, waiting around to see him again, and he hadn't even shown
up. Surely I was just another random fuck for him. I thought of him
probably sticking his fat cock up some blonde bimbo or some other preppy
boy that night, with me just a distant memory floating around in the back
of his head. Just another notch on the bedpost, so to speak.

Deflated and demoralised, I decided I should probably cut my losses and
make my way back home. It was now 9.35pm. Just I started to make my way to
the bus which would take me home, I heard a motorcycle pulling up into the
parking area. I looked up. His motorcycle! Immediately my excited
nervousness rose up inside me again. He hadn't forgotten me after all!

I stood there by the station entrance, people passing in and out beside me,
but my eyes were firmly on him. He parked up his bike and got off. Slowly,
calmly and assuredly, he started making his way towards the station
entrance. He walked towards where I was waiting without ever really
acknowledging me. But, he kept continuing up to me. I stood nervously, not
knowing what was expected of me. Should I greet him? Should I just stand
here and wait for him to approach me? Eventually he stopped about a metre
away from me. He didn't say anything. I gulped, and he just smirked and
cast his eyes up and down my body, like a pirate eyeing his stolen
bounty. He was as I had remembered him - black leather jacket encasing his
clearly muscly torso confined behind a white t-shirt - one of those shirts
with buttons at the top in the front, deliberately undone no doubt,
revealing just enough of his slightly hairy and sweaty chest to get the
girls' panties wet, and for guys like me, our cocks twitching on first
sight. He had more hair on his face than last time, like he hadn't shaved
all week. Still, it just made him look all the more manly and studly to
me. And further down, his tight faded jeans revealed clearly a thick cock,
struggling to be contained in his pants. And even further down, black
leather biker boots completed his studly outfit. Wow, I thought inside.

"So, you came did you?" he enquired in his soft but firm and masculine
tone.

"Um, yes." I replied meekly.

He smirked again.

"You scrub up well..." he cut off and his eyes told me that he wanted to
know my name.

"Ben" I helped him.

"Ah, Ben. You scrub up well. Ben." Again he flashed me that crooked smile
of his.

I looked at him, his eyes looking straight into mine. I got nervous and
looked down at his boots. He took a step closer towards me, and raised his
leather gloved hand to my chin. With one finger he pushed and raised my
chin up so that I was eye to eye with those piercing blues once again.

"And how do I look, Ben?"

He was close enough now that I could feel his warm breath with his words.

"Do you like what you see?"

I gulped again, nervously.

"Um... yes."

He grinned wickedly. Here we were in the most public of places, barely a
foot apart, me telling him effectively that I thought he was a hot fucking
stud of a man.

"Don't worry Ben. I'm not going to kiss you here."

Part of me did want him to kiss me here. When I was in his presence, in his
aura I felt so electrified, so charged with energy, but also he must have
sensed my nervousness of meeting him in such a public place with so many
people around.

"You're not ready for that yet," he continued.

"We both need a drink" he summised.

With that, he started walking. I stopped for a minute, and then realised I
was supposed to follow.

As we walked along, he pulled out a cigarette and offered me one. I didn't
really smoke. I mean, Kim would go crazy if she caught me smoking. But I
guess Kim wasn't here. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her I suppose. I
obliged and he lit mine before lighting his own.

"Mark" he suddenly said.

I looked at him quizically, wondering what he was talking about.

"My name's Mark."

"Oh," I said.

"You wanted to ask earlier, but were too shy" he informed me about myself
correctly.

Mark sharply took a right and we headed off the busier main street full
with loud bars bursting with Friday night revellers, onto a quiet and
fairly deserted side street. I say side street, to be honest it was more of
an alley way.  I took another puff from my cigarette, and plucked up the
courage to speak to him.

"Um, where are we heading Mark?"

He didn't answer for a while, just continued walking. Then he stopped
suddenly. I stopped beside him and he turned and again stepped close to me,
head on, totally invading any personal space. Again, his eyes surveyed me,
analysing me for thoughts and emotion.

"Ben. I wanted to take you somewhere I think you'll... I think you'll
like. You'll fit in."

My eyes narrowed as I tried to figure out exactly what he was trying to
say.

"You see, I could have taken you into any of those bars along that street
if all we wanted was a drink, couldn't I?" he asked.

"I suppose..."

"But, Ben. There's somewhere that I think you need to visit. You'll..." he
paused and thought about his words for a second before continuing "You
might be alarmed at first, but ... do you trust me Ben?"

His eyes again started reading my face, and his gloved hand gripped my bare
arm below the sleeve. He moved ever so closer to my lips, without actually
kissing me. I then realised that it was me who was moving forward to
initiate the kiss. Here in this dark alley just off the main throughway of
town.

"Good" he said.

With that, he grabbed my hand and led me to a metal side door just to our
left. Mark pressed at a door buzzer with his other hand, and there was a
loud *click* as the metal door was unlocked from the inside. Mark pushed
the door open for me, and put his hand on my bum as he ushered me through
the doorway.