The weeks following the final class were a mix of confusion and disappointment. I struggled to get the image of Leo's cock deep in my pelvis out of my head. I watched guys all around me, wondering how far their cocks would reach into the depths of my arse.
I would see a muscular guy walk past and just imagine bending him over the bonnet of a nearby car and burying my face deep in his cleft.
At the same time, I decided to try and explore things further with my girlfriend. She got back from her work trip the week after the final class.
I put a heap of effort into setting a romantic scene for her first night home. I cooked a nice dinner, had some music playing and some wine. We of course moved into the bedroom before too long, but my attempts at anal seduction fell flat.
I followed the routine from the class almost exactly. The massage worked a treat, and she practically melted in my hands. However, as soon as my mouth got even close to her arse, she rolled over with a disgusted look on her face.
"What are you doing?" she cried. "That's disgusting!"
I blushed furiously, and apologised profusely, my erection melting faster than a snowball on a hot grill.
I struggled to get hard again, eventually fucking to a disappointing orgasm and we went to bed with an awkward energy.
A week later, after constant fighting and tension, she had gone to stay with her friend for 'some time out', both of us knowing that we were finished, even though neither wanted to admit it.
It was only a few days later that I found myself at a loss, wandering through the big, soulless shopping centre near my house. It was a Saturday, and I had no plans. I had come to replace some of the cooking gear that she'd taken with her but found it hard to work up the energy to decide what I wanted.
Dejected, I sat in the food court, a cheap burger and fries in front of me, looking around at all the hot guys.
It was the smell that hit me first. The faintest whiff of desire carried to me by the draft of an air conditioner. The scent was unmistakeable. The tangy pheromone lit up my nervous system. I felt my cock jump and my arse clench as I looked around for the source of that aroma.
I knew it could only have come from one man, and sure enough, as I turned to look behind me, I locked eyes with Leo, sitting at the table just behind me, eating lunch with a hot blonde woman.
He stared at me openly, a slight smile gracing his lips. He held my gaze as he put a chip slowly into his mouth, chewing it deliberately.
He didn't break his conversation with the woman he was with, but I couldn't quite catch what they were saying amongst the din of the food court.
Amazed, I watched as one hand dropped down into his crotch, grabbing onto his bulge with a firm squeeze.
His eyes were lit with a naked desire. Their fire burned deep inside me.
Without thought, I got up from my seat, leaving my uneaten food behind. As I walked past his chair, I ran a single finger along his back, unnoticed by the woman he was with.
Without further acknowledgement I continued past him, walking slowly towards the toilets.
With a certainty, I knew he would follow me. My mind raced, wondering what I was going to do. I certainly didn't want to get caught fucking in a busy food court toilet!
I looked around to assess my options, and my eyes landed on a slightly ajar door, with the words 'Staff Only' in large letters.
I walked straight towards it, trying to portray a sense of confidence that I did not feel. As long as I looked like I was supposed to be somewhere, I reasoned, no one would question me.
As I reached the door and grabbed the handle, I resisted the strong temptation to look back over my shoulder and confirm he was following. Instead, I walked straight into the room, a sense of uncertainty in the pit of my stomach.
I looked at the small, dim room that I had entered. Mops and cleaning supplies lined the walls, and a long bench ran along the length of one side.
My cock was hard; it's power over-riding the anxiety deep inside me. I undid my belt and lowered my pants down to my thighs. Bending over the bench, I leaned down on my elbows, my naked arse exposed and vulnerable.
I had never felt this sense of submission before. I offered myself up, waiting to be taken. My cock dripped as I imagined him entering, owning me. I was past denying this part of myself now. I knew what I wanted, and waited with excitement.
I held my breath as the door slowly creaked open, resisting the urge to stand up and cover my nakedness. I forced a long, slow exhalation, and parted my legs a little further as I waited to see his face peek around the door.
Relief flooded through me as I locked onto his familiar gaze. He took stock of the situation almost immediately, stepping into the room quickly and closing the door behind him. The lock slid home with a sense of finality.
He walked straight over to me, slapping my arse with a stinging whack, before grabbing it and squeezing. The fingers of his large hand extended between my legs, and his thumb slid over one buttock as he palmed my pelvis.
"Oh, I've been dreaming of this arse." Leo said, huskily. With his thumb he pressed against my hole. "I've been dreaming of this tight little ring squeezing down on my cock every fucken night! Then when I saw you here, I just knew I had to fuck you today."
I moaned softly as his hand massaged my arse.
"I know you've been wanting it too, haven't you?" he continued, his free hand unbuckling his belt, and undoing his fly. His hard cock suddenly released from the elastic of his underwear. Clear fluid already glistened over the head as it slowly emerged from his foreskin.
"You've never felt pleasure like you did with me. Either before or since. You've been longing for it again. Pining. But now, I'm here, and I'm going to make your knees weak!"
I was speechless, entranced. His hand held me, but something else had me paralysed. The tension between us was like a living, breathing thing. My body was electrified.
"You want me, don't you?" he said, his voice low and gravely. "You want me to fuck you. I can smell it on you, oozing through your skin. But I want to hear you say it."
I barely managed a moan as his fingers brushed against the back of my balls. "Mmmhhmm!" I mumbled, my eyes closed.
"I want you to say it. Say you want me." He insisted.
"Mmmm, fuck, I want you." I moaned. As the words passed my lips, I felt a tension leave me. My muscles relaxed as I settled into submission. I was under his spell. I was his.
He knelt behind me, his cock waving around as he got to his knees. I felt his faced press into my arse. I whimpered softly as his tongue probed between my tight cheeks.
I tried to part my legs further to give him better access, but my thighs were held by the waistband of my jeans. Leo leaned back a little, slipping off my shoes and stripping the tight denim from me. As my underwear soon followed, I bent over before him, naked from the waist down, legs spread wide.
