Hi again. Part 2 of my fetish/fantasy story! I'm writing this having just submitted Chapter 1 to the editors, so I guess it is going to be written regardless of what people have said about the first one. I have had a re-read of part one and I think it is okay -- probably not your quick 'stroke' story, but a nice build up and background for the next Chapter. Thus, I hope to get 'into it' a little quicker this time.
Anyway, hope someone out there is enjoying a good cum when they read my stories.
Not So -- New Experiences.
My crusty chest and stomach was almost comical as I woke from a satisfied slumber. When I bent to get up from the bed, flakes of dry cum littered the floor like snow. The phone rang relentlessly in the background and when the name 'Matt' entered my mind, my senses immediately went to my cock. It tingled as I began to recount every last detail about the play time I'd had with him the night before. Would he call so soon?
My cock thickened as, naked, I swung into the lounge area to grab the handset, just as I thought it was about to ring out.
Left hand on the receiver and right hand on my now stiff cock, I cleared my throat and, somewhat huskily asked, 'Hello, who is it?'
'Hey there mate, it's me, Matt. You got a minute?'
Matt! His voice made me remember the taste of his mouth last night. The tip of his cock. His cum. His breath on my shoulder as I lurched when I came.
But then doubt crept in. He wanted a 'minute'. Had he rung to tell me he regretted it? Had his wife found out? Did he realise he wasn't Bi? Gay? Was he scared about being gay? Was I gay?...
He very quickly reassured me, 'Hey, you there mate? Everything's okay, I just wanted to...'
'Oh, hey Matt. I'm good. How you going mate?' I was relieved that everything was okay and instantly my cock hardened in my hand. Matt...
'Look,' he continued, 'If you're feeling like me you're on top of the world this morning. Do you? Do you feel like me? Coz, if not...'
'No, no... I do Matt, I do' I professed to him, 'I feel fucking outstanding this morning. Or, to put it bluntly mate, I'm felling hard as a rock right now.'
'Oh you randy bastard.' He replied. (Randy... that uniquely British word!) 'Hey look, I wanted you to know that I'm at work now but I wondered when you're free next?' Christ! He was keen to go again. My cock grew as hard as it can get and I slowly began to jack it gently, edging closer to immediate gratification.
'Um, wow!! Yes, look, I have no plans for the next, oh, month or two...' I left it hanging there for him to take it. He did.
'Well, if I play my cards right, I think I can convince the missus to give me another leave pass for the night tonight. That's if you want? Would that be too soon?' he enquired. My cock teetered on the edge and I had to let it go at that moment, immediately putting my mind ahead to tonight. Tonight! He was coming over again tonight. I wanted to save it for him and began to wonder whether we might go further tonight?
'Okay.' I replied. 'Shall I dress for you to come straight over to mine, or will we meet at the pub first?' Had he remembered my comment to dress for him next time?
He offered a sexy laugh and said, 'I'll see you at yours at about 6:30 and, yes, you can dress for me to come straight to yours.' He had remembered.
'Okay, I'll see you then.' And I hung up before he could change his mind.
This 'thing' we had seemed to have gathered an enormous amount of momentum in a very short period of time. For me, and I think Matt, it was about a connection in a city where there were so many people who were not connected. It was like the kissing last night... I wasn't absolutely 'Gay' (even today I see myself as continuously and curiously Bi) but it seemed right to kiss -- passionately. That, for me, was the connection. To be able to communicate to someone on a deeply personal level was what I really wanted looking back on it now. The 'play' was great, sensational, but in retrospect, I desperately wanted the connection with someone -- male or female, it didn't matter. Still doesn't today!
I can't for the life of me remember why but I wasn't working that day -- and I'm pretty sure it was a Thursday and that I wasn't working on Friday either. So, guided by my hard cock, I headed into the shower to freshen up and shave my cock and balls smooth. I had to manoeuvre my shaving around my rock hard dick the entire time and it wouldn't go down until much later when I was making breakfast.
I soon decided to get some things for our play date that night. I had told Matt I was going to dress for him so I figured I'd go 'right out there' for him in that department. I took off later that morning and went to Marks and Spencer in the city. I bought a set of stunning lacy panties and an A-cup bra in black and even braved the throngs of leering women nearby to grab a pair of black crotch less pantyhose. My cock was constantly hard throughout and, yet again, I drew some stares from sales people.
I went to the chemist and bought some more lubricant and, on the way to my flat, I rushed in to a 2
nd
hand clothing store and very nervously mumbled to the woman I needed a dress for a cocktail party and couldn't wait. She somewhat nervously pointed out a black, sleek, strappy number that might 'fit you' and I took it. With both of us looking at the floor as I offered her the money for it, I awkwardly took my dress in a bag without waiting for the change and exited, red faced yet smiling. Fuck it, I'd never see her again would I?