Unless you’ve read my previous posts, (This is true, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 etc) this won’t make much sense, but briefly, I was your typical womanising macho man, living with ladies, seeing several ladies and the at the age of thirty eight I met a gay guy who literally took control of both my mind and body, and for around five years, I was his dedicated cock sucking pleaser. Sadly, he died in a car accident and whilst I tried to find someone to replace him, nobody really measured up, so I put it down to being part of life’s experience’s and went back to being Mr Macho, minding clubs, pubs and the odd pop star etc. Then one night, I was on the door of a club in North West London, fairly quiet night when I noticed a guy keeping looking at me. Didn’t give it much thought, then around 0130 in the morning, he came over and said “It’s Andy’s friend, isn’t it?” I looked at him and he didn’t look familiar, so couldn’t place him but replied that if he meant Andy who was no longer with us, then yes, I was. He smiled and then said. “You don’t remember me but we were both at the funeral. I’ve seen some fabulous pictures of you.” This took me back a bit. I looked round to make sure no-one else was in earshot. “Don’t worry, he said, I’m very discrete.” Just then I got a shout from inside the club, at the same time as a guy came charging through the door, knocking me flying in the process. Not knowing what was off, I grabbed him, he punched me in the side of the head, I reciprocated and held him till Freddy, the manager came running out. “He ran a tab then fucked off without paying.” To save going in to detail, we sorted it out, the club was near closing, I had a nasty bruise on the side of my face and the guy I’d been talking to offered to y me a drink, returning with a large scotch a few minutes later. Turned out his name was Dennis .He said “That looks nasty. I live less than five minutes away, why not pop over when you finish and let me clean it up for you?” I looked at him, not sure what to make of that. Was I being chatted up? I’d never fancied guys, it was just that Andy had a massive cock and took control of me, turning me on incredibly. “Come on, he continued, you can relax, unwind and I’ve got a bottle of single malt. You can get a cab home afterwards.” I looked at him. He was in his fifties, around five eight, and looked in good shape, wearing just a Fred Perry and slacks. “Fuck it, I thought, why not! He bought me yet another drink, and then after giving me his address, he left. The club closed about twenty minutes later and I checked my car was locked before heading to his place, which was literally less than five minutes away. He lived in a maisonette, first floor and as I rang the bell, the buzzer sounded on the answer phone and I stepped in, looked up the stairs and got a massive sense of Déjà vu. He was standing at the top of the stairs, and whist not naked as Andy had been in the habit of doing, he had a pair of white briefs on that didn’t hide his massive erection at all. “Come up, he called. Hope you don’t mind my getting myself comfortable.” As I walked in to his lounge, he handed me a glass with what looked like a quadruple (at least) scotch in it. He produced a first aid box and after telling me to sit down, he proceeded to clean up my face. I was constantly aware of the massive bulge in his briefs about six inches from my face, a couple of times even closer. He’d obviously noticed because he suddenly said “D’you want to see it?” By now, I’d done around half a bottle of scotch and as in a “What the fuck” frame of mind. “Yes.” “Say please!” “Yes , please.” Standing right in front of me he then said “Okay, get my briefs off.” As I hooked my fingers in the sides to lowee them, he said “With your teeth!” I was now so turned on. Andy had been the only one to literally grip my mind like this. I was supposed to be visiting a girl on the way home but all thoughts of her went out of the window. I lowered my head and starting easing his briefs down with my teeth. As his cock sprang out, he said “Gently wanker, take your time or I’ll have to thrash your arse.!