This is my first attempt at writing erotic stories, so please feel free to give feedback etc at lordakkarin@hotmail.com
This series of stories are about a guy who has different sexual encounters with people met on Craigslist over a period of time.
THE FIRST ENCOUNTER
The Advertisement text:
35yo white male, home alone for the weekend, looking for someone to come over and work his ass.
The Story:
It was mid summer. Outside it humid and 30 degrees. It was a long day because I was up at 4am to drop my boyfriend Alex off at the airport. I went to work directly after. When I got to the office, there was almost no-one. The cleaners were just finishing up. I walked past a black guy, putting away the cleaning trolley in the maintenance room. I could not help wondering what would happen if I were to follow him into the room; I had been so horny all week since posting the add on Craigslist.
I had been communicating with numerous guys, but as with most of these sites, it was just messaging to and fro, without anything concrete really happening. I was looking forward to Alex departing for the long weekend; four days of planned sexual bliss - if only I could find some guys online who were willing to actually meet up and not just talk.
I could imagine this black dude, all sweaty from the night's cleaning and maintenance work, closing the door behind us. In my mind's eye he would not be wearing any underwear, so when he took off the overall he would already be naked and fully erect. He would pin me against the wall, pull down my pants and shove his big cock up my ass...
But that was only a fleeting thought; I could not do something like this at work. If I got caught, I would be in a hell of a lot of trouble, and I really did not want that. "Good morning." I smiled and walked past, going directly to my desk, switching on the computer and started to catch up on e-mail.
The day turned out to be very long, with me looking at my profile inbox every now and again on my phone to see if someone has answered my add. For most of the day there was nothing, but at 3pm there was a message. I saw your message on Craigslist. I live very close to you; want me to come over? My heart immediately started beating faster, and I could feel a movement in my cock; if I did not say yes to this reply I would probably not get another one tonight, and I desperately needed to be fucked. And yet, I did not answer immediately - all of a sudden I was nervous and not sure if I wanted to go through with this. I put the phone down and tried to concentrate on work. To no avail. All I could think of was that reply and what I wanted to do. I got up, walked to the coffee machine and make myself a strong coffee. Maybe that would clear my mind. I thought about going to the bathrooms to jack off, thinking that it would get rid of the horniness, and that I would loose the urge to meet up with someone. In stead I decided to go outside and walk around the block. On my way out, I walked past the same black dude that was cleaning this morning; and I felt the urge to fuck well up immediately again. Fuck this, I thought. I'm going to reply to that add and find out more about the guy on the other side. I took my phone out of my pocket and started typing a reply. Hi, tell me more about yourself?
When the reply came, my heart started racing faster and I could feel my cock growing. It read All you need to know is that I have a 21 inch cock, and I want to plant it deep in your ass. Let me know.
I replied again, but no more answers were forthcoming. I obviously had a choice; meet this guy, or I would not hear from him again. There would be no messaging to and fro. If I did not want to meet up, he would not be communicating with me again. In a moment of absolute loss of control I texted him. Yes, come over. I will leave the door unlocked. Come to the main bedroom. I will be waiting.
When I got back at my desk, the reply came. OK, see you at 8. Put on a blindfold and be on all fours on the bed with your ass in the air. Oh, and don't bother cleaning your ass out. I will do that for you. Needless to say the the last 90 minutes of work was a total write-off. I lost all concentration.
When I got home I had a quick shower. Normally when preparing for a meeting like this I would go through a rigorous process of making sure my ass was clean. I would be very embarrassed if someone were to come over and fuck me, only to find shit on his cock. A lot of guys were not into that, and to tell the truth, I have never even considered that someone would want to fuck me when I have not cleaned out. But this guy obviously did not mind, and it sounded like he actually liked it.
It was 7:30. Only 30 more minutes to go. I put on some porn in the living room - I always think this sets the scene nicely for the person coming through the front door - and switched off the lights. The only light the guy would have to find his way to the room was the light eminating from the TV. I would only have one candle burning in the bedroom. I was starting to feel nervous again, so I went to the kitchen and poured half a glass of Vodka. I drank it down in one go. The warm feeling of the alcohol working it's way through my system immediately relaxed me. It was almost time.
I threw some towels on the bed, making sure that there were enough so that we did not mess on the bed; especially since it seemed that there would be shit involved.
I put on some dance music in the background and got naked. I tied a scarf around my head, making sure I did could not see through it. Then I got on the bed, on all fours, my ass facing the door. And waited.
After about 10 minutes I heard the front door open. I heard footsteps on the wooden floor, coming towards the bedroom. The footsteps stopped and I heard the sound of a belt buckle being released and shoes being taken off. This guy did not waste time; he was coming into the room ready for action. I heard the sound of bare feet on the wooden floor, and then the bedroom door, which I have left open partially, opened all the way. He was in the room with me. But nothing happened. He did not speak, he did not come closer. I did not hear a sound at all. This made me even more horny.
My cock started to leak pre-cum. This guy, whom I have never met or spoken to was standing at my bedroom door, naked, probably with a hard cock, looking at me blindfolded on the bed. When was he going to come over and start doing something? It went on for five minutes. And then I suddenly felt a hand on my hard cock. I did not hear him approach; the room was carpeted, and over the soft dance music I did not hear his footsteps on the soft carpet. He pulled my cock to the back, between my legs and gripped my balls at the base. I felt his hand tighten, slowly milking the pre-cum out of me. He rubbed his finger all over the tip of my cock. It drove me crazy. I wanted to know what his cock looked like, but I knew I was not going to see it. Tonight I would only be feeling it. It also occurred to me that I did not know what this guy's race was; I did not really care, but I was just curious.
Suddenly I felt the guy giving my cock head, which was still wet with precum, a long warm lick. From the top of my cock right down to the bottom at my balls. He spit on my cock and I could feel his warm split running down my cock shaft, over my balls and down my inside leg. Then he took my cock in his mouth and started to suck it slowly, using his tongue to stimulate my cock head. I wanted to go crazy.
This went on for quite a while, but then suddenly stopped. A deep voice said "Now I'm going to fucking rape your mancunt"...
...to be continued
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