I’m on my knees. I’m naked aside from the blindfold. I’m so horny with anticipation. 

I’ve been like this for a while now. It’s ok, I’m patient. I know he’s there, I heard him enter the apartment, he knows he can take his time getting ready.

I hear the door open, then close. I hear footsteps as they cross the room. I hear a chair dragged a short distance and adjusted. Then silence. He’s looking at me, isn’t he? He must be taking his time, enjoying the view. 

I lean back, place my left hand on the floor behind me, spread my legs a little, press my crotch forward to try and give him a good show.

“Very nice,” he says in a deep, masculine voice. I do my best to place it, but I can’t. I don’t think this is someone I know. That’s probably for the best.

“Come over here,” he tells me, and I do as I’m told. I reach out and slowly bend forward until my hands touch the floor in front of me, and crawl forward until I feel the gentle touch of his hand on the top of my head. I find his feet with my hands. They’re spread well apart so I can kneel between them.

I move my hands up the sides of his muscular legs, up his powerful hips and ass, his stomach where my fingertips meet, then I bring them slowly down until I find the neatly trimmed pubic hair framing his cock. I’m careful not to go any further just yet, instead I detour around his thighs to reach his balls. I hold each ball in a thumb and forefinger and gently rub them back and forth, which draws a satisfied, “ahhhh,” sound from him.

I keep that up with my left hand, while my right slides up and I finally touch his cock. He’s already hard. I wrap my fingers around the shaft, and I’m shocked to find I can barely close them. I’ve never had a cock this thick before.

I slide my hand up the shaft. It takes longer than expected to reach his circumcised head. It’s longer than any cock I’ve ever had too, but I’ve been able to practise on toys about this size, so I should be fine.

My left hand adjusts slightly to fondle both balls at once, while my right slowly strokes the top third of his shaft, while I wait for him to give the order. He takes his time, sitting there silently, seemingly enjoying the touch of my hands.

Finally he tells me, “OK, you can start now.”

I grin to myself as I move my head forward and plant a kiss on the tip, then I hold my head over his cock, I hawk up some saliva and let it splash onto the tip. I coat my palm in it and use it to stroke my hand up and down his full length a couple of times. Then I make an ‘O’ with my mouth, and lower my head until my lips touch it.

I slide my lips gradually down his shaft, taking him inside, inch by inch. My hand settles at the base and my lips slowly come to meet it.

His tip is filling up my throat now. I can handle it, but I gag and gulp to let him know how big he is. He strokes my hair, and softly, kindly says, “Good job. Good slut.”

Then I get to work. I bob my head slowly, sliding my lips up and down about the top two thirds of his length, changing direction when his tip touches my throat or my lips. I jerk the rest with my right hand, while my left keeps stimulating his balls.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, “God you’re…… fuck……. You’re good at that.”

I smile inwardly at his praise as I speed up, my head gradually getting faster and faster, my lips sliding rapidly over the skin of his shaft now. My right hand stops jerking and just holds him in place as I get a little carless and take more and more of him inside on my downward strokes.

My left hand lets go of his balls and slips down to rub his taint. He leans back in response and I have the space to slip a finger up his ass crack to press on his anus.

“Oh god, I’m almost there,” he breathes. I keep working, keep sucking, speed up marginally. My right hand is cradling his balls now, and I can feel them tense up. A moment later my mouth is filling with his hot, salty cum. I relax and stop moving, just let him fill me up.

He soon stops pumping, and I slip his cock out of my mouth and take a moment to swallow. Once my mouth is empty, I stick my tongue out and lick up and down the shaft, gathering every loose drop I can find while he breathes heavily. Once I’ve licked every inch of surface, I sit back on my ankles and smile upwards in his direction.

Without a word, he slides back the chair, stands up, and walks across the room. He opens the door, steps out and closes it after him.

I climb carefully to my feet and grope awkwardly in front of me until I find the chair and sit and wait patiently until I hear him leave through the front door. I remove my blindfold and look around the room, my eyes quickly adjusting to the light. I get up and open the drawer behind me, and fetch my phone just as a text comes through from him. It says, “That was amazing. Can we do it again?”

I smile to myself, and reply, “Of course. Same time next week?”