Our meeting left him a bit speechless and in shock. My boy found himself in a similar predicament for a third time, and the fantasy he dreamt about for decades was REALLY about to happen. I showed My boy a photo of the young, supple male adorned with a cock ring who would soon arrive. The eager participant arrived, and I immediately arranged their bodies so My boy could take the forbidden fruit into his hands and guide it into his mouth. The scene continued, and bodies were repositioned, groans filling the air. It was a wonderfully orchestrated, perverse scenario I will soon not forget.
On his way out, I instructed My boy to orgasm by masturbation when he returned home. No instruction was needed as he knows how I prefer he dispose of the mess.
“How did it taste this time?” I asked.
“Not much taste. And i was surprised it was not gooey but watery. i fantasized Your Voice calling me a cock slut, whore, and filthy. I reimagined lightly stroking his thighs and Your hand on the back of my head. i returned to the sensation of You taking off my blind fold to force me to come to grips with what i was doing. And i came feeling the table top against my cheek, the weight pinning me down, and the violation. You are VERY good at what You do Master. Thank You.”