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By *rgeo OP Man
6 days ago
WOLVERHAMPTON |
For some reason, the lift did not take people to the very top floor. One had to get out at the seventeenth floor and walk up to the eighteenth. I assumed it must have been a cheaper way of installing the lift, by not having the pulley mechanism rising out from the roof. The stairway was narrow and I wondered how a delivery man with a large parcel would feel. I could imagine him just ringing the intercom and leaving the parcel at the main entrance, an easy target for a passing thief. The whole place was quite shabby and bare. I felt claustrophobic just walking up the one flight of stairs.
The door at the top opened out into a large lobby. Six identical white doorways for the six different flats. His door was open and he beckoned me to come inside. He was wearing shorts only and had his lanky, greasy hair tied up in a ponytail. As I turned to enter I looked out of the lobby window and could see the view across the northern part of the town, into the fields and countryside beyond the suburbs, and the hills of the next county about forty miles away. Being so high, I suddenly felt vulnerable and nervous, imagining a fire breaking out in a flat below and having to dash down the narrow stairs to find an escape.
The hallway was bare, floorboards underfoot, no carpeting, no pictures, no furniture. The doors off the hallway were closed except for the end door which led into what I guess must have been his main living room, with a grubby sofa and an unmade double bed. There was a table with a TV and nothing much else. Carrier bags were packed under the bed. There were crumbs and bits of fluff on the small piece of carpet that acted as a mat between the sofa and his bed. The window above his bed had their curtains drawn. A smaller window in the corner looked out on to the same view I had seen from the lobby. The same queasy feeling came over me of being at the mercy of the building.
Really, I was only ever at the mercy of my cock. It has gotten me into quite a few uncomfortable situations over the fifty-odd years since my puberty. And this year, now approaching my seventieth birthday, it was a bumper year - an annus mirabilis of strange moments with other men.
I had absolutely no uneasiness about the man I had come to visit. He was a very gentle, passive, submissive guy. He wanted to please and to be told what to do. When he was in the mood for it, he wanted to be used and abused by as many men as possible - and this afternoon he was in the mood. I knew other men might appear at the door too, that was the plan, and I was hoping that at least one more guy would turn up. That would take the pressure off me.
He wanted to undress me straightaway, to get my cock out in order to service it, but I told him to wait. I said he could stroke it through my trousers. Then the intercom buzzed and another man was waiting to be let in. We stopped to chat for a few minutes as the other guy made the journey to the top floor. Nothing of consequence passed between us. I was wondering what sort of a chap the newcomer would be: how old, how hot, how clean? When he appeared it was actually quite reassuring. He was an average-looking middle aged man, a bit heavy, but well-dressed and presentable. The filthy state of the flat seemed to make no visible impression upon him and he was straight into the role he had come to play, that of dominant master.
I let the new chap take control, allowed him to do all the talking and to guide all our actions. The only thing I baulked at was to suck either of their cocks. Otherwise, I went along with everything. There was no kissing involved and most of it was centred around the submissive guy playing with our cocks. Mine remained at half-mast throughout the whole procedure, but neither of them were bothered by that. After a while, I backed away and sat down upon the sofa, removing my trousers and pants completely, which until then had been around my ankles. I wanked while watching them and ejaculated on my stomach. The sub was told to clean me up with his tongue.
A few weeks later, I sent the submissive guy a message, asking to see him alone and explaining that I wanted to come in and find him lying blindfolded on the floor so that I could beat myself off and drip spunk over him. I awaited his response.
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