If you’ve read “eyes opened” you’ll be aware of the situation I’d found myself in. If you haven’t, read it or this won’t make sense. This did by the way, actually happen. All my posts om here are fact, not fiction. It was when he told me to lower his briefs with my teeth, that I hesitated and he obviously picked up on this saying “You’re not relaxed, are you? I know what you’re capable of, Andy used to update me. Have another drink, get your dinner suit off, and by that I mean strip naked and we’ll proceed. I’m going to control you, not in the way Andy did, but in a much more demanding way, believe me.” He took my glass, refilled it, and placed it next to me. As I took a sip he said “You’re still fucking fully dressed. Get your clothes off now, okay?” I put the glass down and obeyed. Right now, I was in a strange place mentally. Andy had taken control of me sexually, but since his death I’d slipped back in to my “Mr Macho” role, seeing several women and being Jack the Lad. The last hour or so had come as a total surprise and I wasn’t sure if it was me any more. Then as I sat down naked, and took another sip, I realised that Stephen (I forgot to mention, he told me his name at the club) had removed his briefs and was sitting down after having poured himself another drink and his cock was enormous! Andy was big, 8 and ½ and thick, but this was even bigger, and rock fucking hard! He saw me looking and said “You like?” I replied that I did. On that, he stood up, walked over to me and with his cock about six inches from my face said “Show me how much!” It suddenly became very natural from that moment. I took his bollocks in my hand, fondling them gently, and leaning forward, rolled his foreskin right back with my lips, caressing his helmet with my tongue. “Stop,” he said, pushing my head off of his rock hard tool. “Stand up!” As I stood, he took hold of my prick and after saying “Come” he turned and lead me away. To the dining room, as it turned out. I followed him (had no choice, he had a very firm grip on my prick) feeling humiliated, yet so turned on. Pulling out a chair he said “Sit!” I obeyed and as I sat he literally rammed his cock in my mouth. He started fucking my mouth and I could tell by the way his speed increased he would come very soon. Suddenly he said, “Make it fucking good, slave!” I sucked for all I was worth and was rewarded as I felt copious dollops of spunk filling my mouth and gushing down my throat. I carried on sucking till I knew I’d drained every last drop. “You are fucking good! No fucking wonder Andy was always singing your praises, Wanker!” “The club’s closed tomorrow, isn’t it?” I replied that it was and he said “Okay. Call a cab, fuck off, and if you want to take this further, and I know you do, be here at twelve tomorrow. Understood?” “It is.” “Oh, and if you turn up tomorrow, you’ll address me as sir at all times, understood? I’m going to bed.” I say there with a mouth full of spunk, a rock hard cock, feeling totally lost. I called the cab, and once I got home, had a desperate wank. I knew I’d have to go tomorrow because my car was parked four hundred yards from his flat. But, would I ring his bell.