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By *w19 OP Man
2 weeks ago
Twickenham |
The instructions were simple: leave your shoes at the door, walk straight ahead, face the wall and close your eyes.
I kicked off my trainers and pushed open the door. The room was spacious, a double bed to one side and a small sofa opposite, but I barely glanced at them. My pulse raced, a jittery mix of nerves and anticipation as I walked to the far wall, turned, and closed my eyes.
After what felt like a lifetime but was probably only a few minutes a floorboard creaked, the door clicked shut, and footsteps came closer.
‘Lift your arms,’ a low voice instructed.
Fingers brushed my skin, gathering the fabric of my tee shirt and peeling it off slowly over my head. Cool air prickled across my bare skin.
‘I’m going to blindfold you now.’
A soft, silky mask covered my eyes, tied tight at the back against my short ginger hair. The last trace of light vanished. With the darkness came sharpened senses: the faint shift of air as he moved, the sound of his breathing, the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.
Hands found me in the dark, exploring slowly. They traced the line of my arms, paused at my sides, then drifted down to my waist. Each touch lingered, careful yet deliberate, as if charting a map.
He reached forward, running his palms over my hair-less belly and chest. Gently caressing my nipples. My cock was now hard.
Then a feeling of warmth. A body, close behind, pressing just enough to remind me of its presence, the feeling of his clothing against my bare skin. His breath fanned the back of my neck, steady at first, then heavier. My skin tightened in anticipation, each nerve alive, waiting.
“Hands behind your back,” he said.
I obeyed, fingers lacing together, my chest open, vulnerable. I felt the nearness of him, the movement as he undid a button and unzipped his flies, then the feeling of skin against my hands. His cock starting to harden pressing against me as my hands began to explore.
His hands moved down to the waistband of my tight grey fleece shorts, gently taking hold and slowly edging them down over my bum and bulge until they were loose enough to drop to the floor.
He bent down and lifted each leg in turn freeing it from the shorts and peeling off my white sports socks before gently placing my foot down on the wooden floor.
I was now stood there in just my underwear, the soft black cotton barely able to contain my raging hard-on.
‘Turn around.’ His breath warm on my face now. I guessed he was a little taller than me, but even blindfolded I sensed he was larger than my skinny frame.
His hands traced the outline of my cock, cupping my balls through the soft cotton. He reached in, wrapping his large palm around my throbbing cock. I could feel precum, as the wet patch on my pants grew. His breathing increased, heavier and persistent as he squeezed.
He slowly inched my briefs down allowing them to drop to the floor. As before lifting each leg gently to free it from my underwear. I was now completely naked. He ran his hands up the inside of my legs making me shudder, stopping just as he got to my balls.
‘Turn around and bend over.’
He parted my cheeks, running two fingers the length of my crack, gently teasing me. He spat on his fingers and gently pressed one against my hole, as his finger explored deeper.
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