You’re a fan of my writing. We’ve been talking for two years about possibly meeting up. You’re married and were too nervous to follow through. But when you finally agreed, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Unfortunately, you couldn’t host, and your wife was tracking your location. The only option was to meet you at work.

I pulled up to an old warehouse on Fort Bliss's main post. No other cars were parked around me, and I wondered if I was in the right place. I messaged, “I’m here,” and nervously waited for your response.

The plain building had a uniform appearance, with perfectly rectangular doors and square windows. I scanned the area, waiting for one of the doors to open.

I revisited our Reddit messages and looked at your photos, reassuring myself it was worth it. You had a lean, V-shaped torso with broad shoulders, a defined chest, and muscular, balanced arms. A toned, strong core with visible abs, and legs proportionate to your upper body, showcasing strength throughout. But beyond the ideal physique was your incredible smile.

Your pictures stirred thoughts of how you’d feel, taste, and whether you’d moan, grunt, or quietly enjoy. Would you make eye contact while I took you in, or close your eyes to savor every moment?

My focus broke when, to my right, a door swung open. I glanced over, hoping it was you and not someone else. This area seemed restricted for civilians like me, and I didn’t want any trouble. You peeked through the small square window in the door, locking eyes with me. A thrill ran through me as I took in the sight of you, finally standing just on the other side of that door. The reality of being here, on this quiet, out-of-the-way stretch of Fort Bliss, made my heart beat a little faster. The hum of military routine surrounded us, contrasting starkly with the charged anticipation that lingered in the air between us.

You kept glancing down the hallway as I approached, cautious but eager. That look you gave me through the narrow glass pane held a mix of nerves and anticipation, just as much as I felt in my own bones. A rush of memories of our conversations flooded my mind—the hundreds of messages, the thoughts we’d only hinted at, and the ways we’d flirted with this very possibility. And now here we were, separated by only a few feet.

I slipped inside and felt the stale air of the empty warehouse surround us, settling with a silence that seemed to hold its breath. There was no need for words in those first moments; we both knew the weight of each second. You were even more striking up close, each feature I’d studied in your photos somehow sharper, more vivid. The lean strength of your frame and the way your lips curved, caught somewhere between a smile and something more serious, were captivating.

We passed an empty warehouse and walked toward a door that led to some offices. The area looked dingy, and I thought it was abandoned until we reached your desk. On one of the shelves was a picture of your family. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me nervous. You noticed and asked if you should put the picture down. The words were trapped in my throat, where they would stay. Once our eyes met, nothing else mattered.

I felt every inch of distance we’d kept until now collapse into nothingness. For a moment, I just let myself take in the sheer presence of you. You stepped closer, and the warmth from your body brushed against mine, subtly, as if testing the waters of this long-imagined connection.

Our eyes remained locked, words unspoken yet powerfully understood. Your hand slid into mine, strong and steady, guiding me towards your throbbing cock. I could feel the warmth of your body, each beat of your pulse, like a slow, resonant rhythm between us. The world faded, leaving just the softness of your touch and the subtle weight of your wedding band against my hand.

In that deserted warehouse, under the hum of fluorescent lights, I slid down to my knees grabbing on each side of your pants pulling it down with me. Your dick was captured by your grey underwear. It was thick and curvy. It looked like a banana ready to be eaten.

I pressed my face against your soft cotton underwear, taking a deep breath to inhale the infused scents of your musk and sporty-scented body soap. Your arousal had soaked through the fabric, and I opened my mouth slightly, eager for a preview of your taste. My eyes rolled back as I gently sucked on the fabric, savoring the bittersweet flavor of your precum. The taste awakened a deep hunger in me, leaving me craving more.

I slid your underwear off as your cock sprung towards me. The tip of your cock glistening with your precum. I lean in to take your cock when you stop me.

You grab the base of your shaft and squeeze upwards, forcing out a generous amount of precum. I’m ready to indulge, but you stop me again. Using your right pointer finger, you collect the precum, spreading it onto your fingertip like toothpaste on a toothbrush. I wonder if you’re going to slide that finger into my mouth.

I look up at you as our eyes meet. I open my mouth, waiting for you to satisfy my hunger for your cum. Instead, you lift your finger and slide it into your own mouth, savoring your precum. You never break eye contact. My mouth remains open, hopeful for a taste, until you slide the same finger you just licked into my mouth.

I quickly lock my mouth on it hoping there is some precum left. There’s is none, however having your big manly hands in my face is such a turn on.

You sit back on to your desk and allow me to take over. Still craving your precum I grabbed your dick with both my hands pulling the skin up towards my face pushing some precum for me to enjoy. I then released it back towards you.

As if your cock wasn’t already thick, I feel you grow with every stride and slurp.

I’m taking the dick sucking slow and sensual when, without warning, you push your massive cock and ram it deep down my throat. You hold me there as tears push out my eyes. You then pull your cock out and I take a huge gasp of air, but my recovery time is just for a few seconds. Trying to catch my breath and with thick saliva hanging from my chin.

You stand up and put one hand under my chin and the other behind my head. Your hard dick goes down my throat and this time you go to town face fucking me. You fuck my mouth so hard, you hit your desk and your families picture falls to the floor. That doesn’t stop you however. Instead you lean over and run on my neck feeling your veiny cock fucking my throat.

You stop for a moment. You weren’t sure if a rim job was for you but it looks like you were going to give it a try. You lift your right leg and place your foot on the chair. Your smooth and round ass it now at my face. You lean towards your desk as your crack opens up and exposes your hairy hole. Then you tell me “eat it.” You didn’t have to tell me twice.

I lean forward and take my first taste. I hear you sigh as you relax. I tugged at your dick like I was pulling a rope to ring a bell. I scoop your hole with my tongue, when you push my face towards your ass. I turn my tongue into a dart as you thrust and fuck yourself with my tongue. “This is going to make me cum” you announce. Followed by “this feels so fucken good”

Before I could turn you around to finish you off, I felt darts of hot cum shooting at my chest. I pull my tongue out of your ass and direct your cock towards my mouth. Your bright red and pulsating head fills my mouth.

Unfortunately, I didn’t make it on time. It looks like all there is left over cum but your cock is still hard. That's when I hear you, breathless, say, “Keep sucking, here comes another load!” And you weren’t lying. I’m thinking it was bigger than the first one. You launch strings of hot creamy cum down my throat. There’s so much of it, I have to cum up for air.

You collapse into your chair as I stand up and wipe my face. 'You weren't kidding with those stories,' you tell me. I thank you and ask you to rate my performance. “20/10, best fucking blowjob. The rimming (pause)... that shit hit the spot.”