as he dressed, my eyes feasting on the site of his spread arse when he reached to pull on his trousers.

I dressed myself, both of us in silence, still awestruck at what had just happened. When we were both clothed he stood and was about to leave. He turned to me and came close to my face. "Mark, you know you can't tell anyone about this...not a word you understand?" he said severely. I thought perhaps he was angry, he sounded so stern, perhaps he realised just how very wrong what had just happened was. Then his face broke into a grin- "Same time next week?" With a quick kiss, he guided me out of the door, explaining he would follow in a few moments to avoid any suspicion. He slapped my arse firmly as I left.

I wore an enormous smile for the rest of the day, I walked home brightly and excitedly, I could hardly believe what had happened in the cupboard; a wanking fantasy come true. He could not wait for the next time, would Mr.Carlaisle keep his promise? Could this have just been one beautiful dream? I thought to myself...but no, it had happened, it was very, very real...the cum still oozing out of my tight hole was testimony to that.