"Hey faggot. I need to unload. Be ready in 20 minutes!"
Getting these types of texts always make my dick hard. This time it was from a Man who stops by once or twice a month, usually late morning. I love being told instead of asked. It's a reminder that what I'm doing doesn't matter. I'm just a faggot. Servicing him is what is important.
I did get ready. Cleaned my ass out and took a quick shower. I didn't bother putting clothes back on since I needed to be naked. Left the door open. Started a porn video playing. I usually put some vanilla straight porn on. If I know the Man likes something else I'll accomodate his tastes the best I can. I made sure condoms and lube were out. Also that a clean washcloth was easily available in the bathroom. I put the wrist restraints on and knelt in the playroom waiting for him.
Now the waiting begins. My ears strain for any sound of his arrival. Finally I hear him coming up the stairs. He finds me, head bowed, hands behind my back, kneeling by the bed. I don't look up and he doesn't greet me. I hear him disrobe and I feel him move near me.
"Kiss it"
The first thing I see of him is his cock. As I lean forward to kiss the head of it I notice he smells clean. I can't wait to taste him. I plant a lingering kiss on the tip and then sit back. My eyes still on his cock.
"Begin"
Getting these types of texts always make my dick hard. This time it was from a Man who stops by once or twice a month, usually late morning. I love being told instead of asked. It's a reminder that what I'm doing doesn't matter. I'm just a faggot. Servicing him is what is important.
I did get ready. Cleaned my ass out and took a quick shower. I didn't bother putting clothes back on since I needed to be naked. Left the door open. Started a porn video playing. I usually put some vanilla straight porn on. If I know the Man likes something else I'll accomodate his tastes the best I can. I made sure condoms and lube were out. Also that a clean washcloth was easily available in the bathroom. I put the wrist restraints on and knelt in the playroom waiting for him.
Now the waiting begins. My ears strain for any sound of his arrival. Finally I hear him coming up the stairs. He finds me, head bowed, hands behind my back, kneeling by the bed. I don't look up and he doesn't greet me. I hear him disrobe and I feel him move near me.
"Kiss it"
The first thing I see of him is his cock. As I lean forward to kiss the head of it I notice he smells clean. I can't wait to taste him. I plant a lingering kiss on the tip and then sit back. My eyes still on his cock.
"Begin"
