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Subject: {ASSM} Crossing the Line (MM-oral)
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This is the ninth story in my "post a flash fiction a day for a month" 
challenge and was originally posted at 
http://bawdybloke.com/flash-fiction-crossing-line/ ... Feedback always 
welcome ;-)

He couldn't believe he was doing it.

A line was being crossed, and one from which he could never return from.

It was liberating as well as scary. He looked across at the familiar 
stranger: they had never met but thanks to the Internet forum they were 
old friends. "It's fine," Rick, the University graduate soothed as he 
picked up the two towels. "It'll be great."

His hands wavered as they pushed open the door to the changing area, and 
his heart danced as he saw sight of the toned, naked flesh.

Was this what he wanted? Would his wife ever find out? His escort had 
promised him not, and that he should enjoy a few hours of depravity, as 
well as sating a long held sexual interest they both shared.

The towel covered his waist, as they emerged into the corridor. "Let's 
do this," his voice muttered, to Rick's delight and they entered a small 
room, with a large seat.

Rick watched, as he tentatively closed the door, and took a deep breath; 
his anxiety wavered, his resolve dipped. One look at the naked man, sat 
patiently on the steps, reignited his fantasies.

The lightly chiselled muscles, the cheeky expression of expectancy and 
the blonde locks of ruffled hair: he looked like any guy off the street, 
but that was his allure. He could be anyone, but Rick was "the one."

The one, who the devoted husband would experiment with; the one whose 
erecting cock, blessed with ridged veins and a bulging purple head, was 
aching to be kissed. The one who had guided him to his first visit to a 
gay sauna.

His eyes fixed on Rick's cock, as he dropped to his knees to admire it; 
he had never been this close to another man before, and moved his head 
slowly to kiss the tip of his dick.

His own arousal soared; this was him sucking another man's cock, and he 
could not resist, swirling his tongue over the engorged prick and 
allowing the cock to slide to his gag reflex.

He had lost many evenings with this fantasy: dreaming about the soft 
firmness in his mouth as his tongue worked its magic on the shaft. He 
had spent weeks reading good oral technique, he had practised on his 
wife's dildo and he had watched hundreds of videos; but they paled into 
insignificance, as he impaled his mouth on the stranger's cock.

His own cock strained; his perineum flowed with arousal, twitching as he 
fellated the nude, sweaty, horny body; he ignored the pain in his knees 
on the tiled floor or the feeling of rigidity in his jaw. He delighted 
in the burning shame in the pit of his stomach, savouring every groan, 
shiver and sigh from the exhilarated man.

He knew what would happen, they had discussed it. As Rick's loins 
twitched and Rick's balls bumped against his chin, he sucked, squeezing 
the tip between the suction of his inexperienced mouth, to draw the cum 
onto his tongue, like the "cum slut" he wanted to be.

Rick gasped, holding onto the seat as waves of cum filled the mouth of 
the gay virgin; he licked his lips and smiled at the satisfied man.

He couldn't believe he had finally done it.

-- 
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