said hopefully.

He just smiled as he hurriedly dressed and opened the cubicle to leave with a quiet, “Thanks.”

I heard him walk, then stop. He returned and pushed the door gently and whispered, “Here same time tomorrow,” before walking out saying loudly, “I’m coming Karen.”

I was shaking with residual fear from the initial encounter and excitement from speed and intensity of the session. I shakily left and thought about his thick cock all the way home.

I was squeaky clean and excited as I walked through the park the next afternoon then immediately horrified to find the toilet closed. It was a drizzling Sunday afternoon and there was little shelter. I huddled under a tree as the only person in the park, and waited! The appointed meet was at 3.30pm but he wasn’t there. I was getting pretty damp and very miserable by 4.00pm and decided I had been dumped, or more likely his home arrangements had prevented him from getting out. As I left through the park gates a taxi drew up and I spotted him leaping from the door to shout. He hadn’t paid the driver as we stood and he told me he had very little time so I bundled him back into the cab and gave my home address.

“Ryan,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Damon,” he responded as he shook, his wedding ring seeming to glint even on this dull day.

I quietly thought, “You don’t get much straighter than this guy.”

It took but a few moments to get to my flat and we were inside as fast as I could drag him. He had already told me he had around one hour.

He told me he had been happily married for nine years and though he had sometimes looked at effeminate guys on television or in the street and wondered just what it would be like to do it, he had never acted on the impulse. The sight of my raging cock had been the catalyst and now he wanted more of me. The feeling was definitely mutual. I wanted this guy naked and was stripping him as we spoke. I made him stand while I drank in the view. He was Brad Pitt/Tom Cruise and any other good looking stud you could put into the mix. I stripped too and stood facing him, my slightly taller, paler, hairless skin and fair hair being in complete contrast to him.

He was on me again. His lips found mine and he started to kiss, the way men always do with women. His mouth covered mine completely and his tongue had a mind of its own. When it wasn’t trying to find my tonsils, it would slip out, lick my cheeks, lick my ears and then drop down to kiss my nipples. He had no fear of handling my cock, in fact I think he found this additional piece of equipment a great novelty as he handled and wanked all the time he kissed me. His own cock was a solid, heavy, thick piece of flesh pressing against my thigh and in that moment, I was so pleased that I was going to get to share it with his wife.

He dropped again to do what he had done the previous day, kiss the sides and the tip. I gently pushed as he did so and the head slipped in. He jolted back, looked up at me and then, as though making a split second decision, wrapped his mouth around it