After spending so long missing the cocks I used to be able to suck at a local Glory-Hole (unfortunately boarded-up, shortly after finding it) and summer having passed, so fun in the woods not really an option. Was trying to occupy my craving for cock online, including a couple of meet-up sites (that I had used during summer for meets in woods) had used it for a few visits to another’s home, but only after quite few messages and had been months ago. I was just craving some cock fun, so at work browsed through a dating site for some excitement and got message from a new bloke, offering meet that day at his home and not far from my work. I was so eager for some cock fun that within a few messages I had arranged an extended lunch break and agreed to his instructions on how the visit would go, he gave me his street address the number of his house would be given when I was parked in the street.

I left work and drove to local supermarket to buy a pair of hold-up stockings, that I had been instructed to be wearing on arriving at his home. I bought a few other things, so not to look strange just buying stockings….though that was probably his intention as I had told him I was at work. Then using the public toilets put on the stockings….love the feel of wearing stockings, but intensified by the risk of wearing them now outside and putting them on in a toilet to meet a stranger in his house.

I walked back to my car, loving the feel of the stockings, wondering if anyone knew and getting excited by it. I drove to the address he had given excited, semi erected though anxious as I didn’t know this bloke and had only messaged for the first time a couple of hours ago. But I followed the instructions I had been given, parked in the middle of the street and sent a message to say I was parked. Almost instantly he replied with the house number and reminding me of the instructions I had agreed to.

‘You will arrive wearing stockings. As you are at work I will allow hold-up stockings on this occasion. When you arrive message me and I will give you my house number. Knock at the door, when I answer you will not speak, you will follow me into living room. You will strip off to your stockings then kneel in front of me, without saying a word. Or you will be told to fuck off. Understood!’ I had agreed.

I knocked at the door that was opened immediately and left open as he walked back into the room to the left of the front door. He was over 6 foot tall and look like he had a fit body, though was difficult to see as he wore a long black towelling dressing gown and had immediately turned his back on me. I followed him as instructed, closing the door behind me. Walking into the room he had lead me, he stood in the centre of the room in front of an couch, behind was a table and chairs were I began to strip. He did not even turn to check I was doing as instructed, just stood motionless waiting for me.

I was naked apart from hold-up stockings in a strangers home, anything could happen and no-one knew I was here, but my lust for cock had me continue.

I knelt in front of him, no words had been spoken. He looked down at me smiling and then removed the dressing gown throwing it on the couch behind him. He did have a fit body, not slim but obviously kept himself fit….but what instantly got my attention was his amazing cock. Only semi hard and hanging it was at least 6 inches and thick already. He took his gorgeous cock in his hand and slapped it against my face, rubbing it against my face, but not my mouth where I wanted it. I began to reach for his cock and that was then his first words.

“Keep your fucking hands behind your back slut.”

I did as instructed as he continued to rub his growing cock on my face, harder and harder it grew until it must have been 8 inches of thick throbbing flesh. Removing his hand from his cock he stood full erect in front of me, his hand then gripping my head and pulled me forward and I opened my mouth and began sucking…..

Will continue…