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From: Sam M <swim_43@hotmail.com>
Subject: Working Overtime Part 1 (M/M, BDSM, cons.)
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It was early Saturday evening.  My wife and kids were already vacationing, 
but I had to complete some work, so I couldn't join them until the following 
week.  I had put in a full day already for a Saturday, so I decided to break 
off from work to check some email in my private Hotmail account.

I usually just checked off most of the emails there from the various 
bisexual and gay lists I was on, but one caught my attention.  This one was 
from a gay BDSM site and it was addressed directly to me.  Apparently, 
someone had checked out my profile and found out that his likes and mine 
were quite similar.  But he liked to dish out what I liked getting, so it 
was perfect.

His email explained who he was and where he lived, which turned out to be 
just 15 miles from my home and 25 or so from where I worked.  He kindly 
provided me with his cell phone number, too.

My heart was pounding as I considered what I was going to do.  There was no 
one to check up on me.  I was free to do as I wanted.  And at that time, my 
cock told me all that I needed to know.  I picked up my cell and dialed his 
number

I could barely hear the phone ringing because of the blood pounding in my 
ears.  But soon I heard a voice on the other end of the line.  A deep, 
masculine voice, casually answering.  I explained who I was and he seemed 
glad to hear me.  He expressed how much he liked my profile and the pictures 
there.  I asked if he was available to meet.

"Well, tonight's not good.  I've got things planned.  You will meet me 
tomorrow morning, though."

Hmmm, I thought, he didn't ask me to meet, he simply told me that I would be 
meeting him.  My cock stirred some more.  I liked where this was going.

"OK.  Just tell me where."

He gave me instructions to meet him at a 8AM Starbucks near his home.  I was 
familiar with it, being a caffiene addict.  He said that he'd see me and 
hung up without the normal formalities of good bye.

I leaned back in my chair.  My heart was in my throat and I could barely 
breathe.  I was excited, nervous, whatever.  But I knew where I'd be 
tomorrow morning at 8AM.

The alarm woke me early the next morning.  I went for a quick run to allay 
some of my nervousness, then showered, shaved and began preparing for the 
day.  With about a half hour to go, I pulled out of my driveway and headed 
to the Starbucks where I was to meet my mystery man.

I had a general description of him, and I didn't notice anyone looking like 
him when I got there.  I ordered a tall latte and sat where he instructed me 
to sit.  I debated whether I should see this thing through and almost left 
two or three times.  8AM came and went and I started worrying that he was 
not going to meet me.  While I was nervous that I was going to go through 
with it, I was now nervous that I would not.

Twenty minutes after, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder.  "Sam."

I looked up.  There was a man, about ten years older than me, in his mid 
fifties, but seemingly very fit.  He had short hair, flecked with grey.  His 
eyes were brown and expressionless.

"Yes," I replied.

"Come with me."

He turned and walked to the door.  I grabbed my coffee and followed as 
quickly as I could, spilling a little on me in my haste.  I trotted to catch 
up to him as he walked to a black GMC Yukon.

"Get in."

I heard the automatic door lock unlock, and I opened the car door.  I hopped 
into the car dutifully.

He put the key into the ignition, but before turning over the engine, he 
turned to face me.

"Let's get some things straight.  I know what you like and you know what I 
like, so there should be no problems with getting along, as long as you do 
as I say.  If you are uncomfortable with anything we do, let me know by 
saying the word 'please'.  I'll stop what I'm doing and we can move on.  Do 
you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good.  ANd make sure you remain respectful.  Of me and my things.  Do not 
touch anything in my home or in my car unless I tell you to do so."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, you may put your seatbelt on and we can go."

We drove silently for about five minutes.  We stopped at a light.  At that 
point he reached over, unbuckled my pants and pulled my cock out.  It made 
me nervous to be like that in public, but it was quite a thrill.  It was 
even more exciting when he pulled my head towards him and kissed me full on 
the lips, holding the back of my neck like a vice.  What was even more 
exciting was we were doing this in full daylight, not too far from my house, 
where anyone could see.  Pulling back, I noticed the woman in the car next 
to us staring.

I remained there, my dick sprouting up almost embarrassingly in the presence 
of a fully clothed man.

"I see you liked that.  A bit of an exhibitionist, eh?  That wasn't in your 
profile, but I knida figured you were.  Let me see you play with yourself 
while we drive.  But don't cum.  Don't ever cum unless I tell you to."

I hestitated for a bit, but then I placed my hand on my cock.  I teased it 
up and down, pulling my foreskin over my head and then back down.  With my 
left hand, I pulled my balls out and played with them as well.  My cock was 
swelling, and I had almost lost sense of where I was.  I didn't realize it, 
but we had pulled into a driveway and then parked in front of a backyard 
garage.

"You can stop now."

WIth that, I stopped lewdly pulling at myself.

"Follow me."

He hopped out of the car.  I stopped for second wondering what I should do.  
He didn't tell me to put my cock back in my pants, so I assumed that I 
shouldn't.  After all, he was in charge.  So, I opened the door and followed 
him to the side door of his house, my stiff cock bobbing obsenely all the 
way.  He opened the door and stepped in.  I, of course, followed, excited 
and nervous at what was to transpire.









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