I had no idea what to expect as I waited for my first client, a mix of anticipation and terror coursing through me. This was no longer just a fantasy; it was real, and I was committed to seeing it through. I knew nothing about the man I was to meet—not even his name. All I had was an address and instructions to comply with his requests.
Arriving at the address, I found no one there. Unsure of what to do, I sat on a nearby bench, the weight of my decision settling heavily within me. The minutes stretched on, feeling like an eternity as I grappled with the reality of my situation.
Suddenly, a priest entered the room. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this scenario. I must be in the wrong place, I thought. I’m not religious, and the idea of a priest, who is supposed to be celibate, seemed impossible. I stood up, ready to leave, but he revealed that he had sent for me.
For the first time, I truly looked at him. He was strikingly handsome, one of the most attractive men I had ever seen. His eyes held a depth of desire that left me speechless. I managed to whisper, “I’m here to take care of you,” and his pleased expression confirmed his approval.
Before I knew it, I was on my knees, face to face with the largest uncut cock I had ever seen. As an American, uncut cocks were unfamiliar to me, but this one was mesmerizing. I took him into my mouth, and he guided me, his hand on the back of my head, growling, “Good boy,” as I choked on his size.
In that moment, pleasing him became my sole purpose. The next half hour was a blur of intense sensation and overwhelming desire. I felt every inch of him as he thrust into me, his words of praise pushing me to the edge. I came undone, my own release spilling over my fist, followed by his, covering me completely.
As he kissed me, I couldn’t help but hope for another encounter. I would do anything to experience that connection again.
Stag Homme
Expectations THE AMERICANS Vol. 2
I had no idea what to expect as I waited for my first client, a mix of anticipation and terror coursing through me. This was no longer just a fantasy; it was real, and I was committed to seeing it through. I knew nothing about the man I was to meet—not even his name. All I had was an address and instructions to comply with his requests.
Arriving at the address, I found no one there. Unsure of what to do, I sat on a nearby bench, the weight of my decision settling heavily within me. The minutes stretched on, feeling like an eternity as I grappled with the reality of my situation.
Suddenly, a priest entered the room. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this scenario. I must be in the wrong place, I thought. I’m not religious, and the idea of a priest, who is supposed to be celibate, seemed impossible. I stood up, ready to leave, but he revealed that he had sent for me.
For the first time, I truly looked at him. He was strikingly handsome, one of the most attractive men I had ever seen. His eyes held a depth of desire that left me speechless. I managed to whisper, “I’m here to take care of you,” and his pleased expression confirmed his approval.
Before I knew it, I was on my knees, face to face with the largest uncut cock I had ever seen. As an American, uncut cocks were unfamiliar to me, but this one was mesmerizing. I took him into my mouth, and he guided me, his hand on the back of my head, growling, “Good boy,” as I choked on his size.
In that moment, pleasing him became my sole purpose. The next half hour was a blur of intense sensation and overwhelming desire. I felt every inch of him as he thrust into me, his words of praise pushing me to the edge. I came undone, my own release spilling over my fist, followed by his, covering me completely.
As he kissed me, I couldn’t help but hope for another encounter. I would do anything to experience that connection again.