He undressed down to his underwear, and I dropped to my knees to begin mouthing his cock through his tight boxers. His hands were all over my arse, and I remember him grabbing at my belt as he hurried to get me out of my trousers. Our lips connected and he pulled me close. I walked in to his bedroom and he closed the door behind me. He led me upstairs to his room, where he had lit a scented candle to soften the mood and remove the teenage boy smell from his room. He was shorter than I thought, and it looked like he, or his Mother, was a hoarder.
He opened the door, and right from the word go, things were not what I was expecting. We exchanged some pics, and 30 minutes later, I was parking up outside the Recruiter’s house. When pushed, I expanded – I’m a bottom looking for some NSF. My monosyllabic response (the type that I have come to hate receiving) was simply “fun”.
It was one Sunday afternoon when this 20-something ‘power top’ popped up on the big G asking me what I was looking for.
