like something from a dream he'd had, the notion that he'd been there before grew, then recognition crashed with the force of a truck.

Silvio hadn't been with a guy in how many weeks? The last had been a couple in the burbs who liked to act out their fantasies with unsuspecting workers. He'd been picked for a job by one of them and told that there was some painting and debris to clear. He'd ended up getting serviced after cutting up a fallen tree in the backyard, invited in for a drink, given a tour of the house "this trunk belonged to my mother" the guy was going on. "I bought this in Switzerland, my favorite piece is from Nepal" blah blah "and this is my bedroom."

Things were coming to a plateau when the dominant male came bursting into the room calling his partner a bitch and dirty whore, saying that he was the dom and what right did he have to service without asking. Silvio rolled off not realizing that he'd been marked as their obscure pawn. He exclaimed that he didn't know as though the pictures around the house wouldn't have brought things into question had his intentions been honest. Clothes went on quickly and feet moved faster, there was a tussle, a close view of the floor and the illusive truth of if he'd been pushed or tripped. Out the front door he turned to the right then left with a stupid look on his face. "What the fuck just happened!"

Birds were singing, the sun was bright and a car pulled into a garage. There was a gardener across the street racking leaves who waved and gave a big pleasing smile when their eyes met. He paused briefly as though he wanted to say something but decided to continue working. Silvio turned from the door, which opened behind him. He should have been half way off the porch. "I'm really sorry about this. I didn't expect him home" the smaller man was telling him as he tossed out a few dollars and closed the door adding a "thanks." Silvio scooped up his take and hid in an alley on the side of the house. After a moment he didn't hear anything he'd expected, no shouting, no fighting, no breaking glass coming from any of the rooms.

"Thanks?" Silvio questioned with his heart thumping. He eased himself over a fence then into the back yard hurting the bottom of his foot before getting on a shoe. He peeked into the bedroom window, saw only shadows, then he looked again giving his eyes time to focus and search the room. The smaller man kneeled on the floor face down ass up sniffing the dominant male's feet who had his back to the glass. The guy on all fours met his eyes, smirked and made a show of what he did next. Silvio found something about it both disturbing and powerful. "This is really fucked,” he mumbled leaning against the side of the house. He ran up the street to a bus stop but saw that he'd just missed the 63. He'd ignored the other voice in his head begging him to go back.

Silvio remembered the skilled submission, the pressure on his cock from the all too brief blowjob, the way he had been told that all he need do was relax. The tongue formed circles around the sensitive spots, in fact they had all become sensitive spots when it came to man sex, unfortunately he