Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2018 01:43:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bran Martin <branmartin53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Meeting SIR, Part I

I met SIR through an gay online website years ago and we began a friendly
conversation. While the relationship was long-distance, spanning just about
the entire continent, there was always a sense that something special might
happen. SIR had been very clear that he was HIV-positive and that the only
way he fucked was raw. That was intimidating, but also alluring and helped
make me feel closer to the SIR and the power and potential he had.

There had been a lot of chit chat that ebbed and flowed with the schedules
and busy lives, but one day i learned I would have an opportunity to travel
to the area where SIR lived. i had to think it out a bit, but saw that a
few free days could be arranged. i sent an email to SIR to let him know and
ask if HE might be willing to meet. There wasn?t an immediate response and
i began to think no meeting would probably take place, until one day when i
saw a reply in my email inbox. SIR was not only delighted, but said HE had
something very special planned for the me. SIR said he would provide more
information once i was in town and free.

i tried not to think about the trip too much, but that was a losing
proposition. Thoughts turned to all the implications. While i had been with
some men, i still had limited experience even at my age. i had never been
in an actual Dominant/submissive situation and had also never been
knowingly intimate with someone POZ. i knew that the risk of becoming POZ
myself was relatively low, particularly since we would only be together for
a few days, but there was still that chance. Revealingly, when i thought of
the situation, i would get aroused and hard. i suppose the body doesn?t
lie.

i finally left for the trip. While it was a business trip, i was able to
take a few days off at the end for personal time, so i flew out with
colleagues, but would fly back alone. i had to try to focus on the business
I was ostensibly on, but also knew there was some serious business beyond
that. Once in the hotel, i emailed SIR that I was in town. HE replied
quickly, sent me his cell number and told me to text HIM. We exchanged some
texts. i told HIM where i was staying and that I expected to be free by
early to mid-afternoon on Friday. HE texted back asking if I could meet
early Friday evening. i replied in the affirmative and he said HE would
send me some more information as Friday drew closer.

On Thursday evening i received another text from SIR. It asked me to meet
him at a local hotel at 6 pm on Friday.˙ I have to say i was a bit
disappointed. i was hoping SIR and I would meet at his place or at least at
a bar or restaurant and spend some time together. i didn?t want to meet at
a random hotel and began to wonder if maybe HE hadn?t told me quite all the
story about HIS personal life and whom HE lived with. i looked up the hotel
and it didn?t get the best reviews. It was located in a well-known gay
neighborhood which gave it its strongest ratings, but otherwise, it was
considered a bit worn and in need of upkeep. ˙Still, i replied saying i
would be there and could barely focus at the final meetings as we wrapped
up our Friday business.

Once the meetings were over, i went to my hotel to check out and move to
the new hotel. i texted SIR at about 3:30 and HE replied saying HE had
already checked in and had HIS key, but that HE has some business to take
care of and would meet me there later. HE told me to make myself at home
and to don?t be surprised if some of HIS friends dropped by before HE
arrived. i didn?t know what to think about that, but thought perhaps HE
wanted me to meet some friends and we would go to dinner together. HE also
told me to take a few doses of Cialis so I could be ready for later. i felt
a bit better about the situation, swallowed three pills and caught a cab to
the new hotel.

The reviews were about right as the hotel looked like a 1950s era building,
but it had some nice quirky, kitschy d‚cor. I was more impressed with
the room. It was billed as a ?suite? and featured two rooms; one with a
couch and several chairs and tv. The front room led into the bedroom. The
bedroom had a nice king bed with more chairs and a bathroom in the
corner. The layout was nice and i thought how amazing being in the bed with
SIR might be. i was surprised to see an ice chest packed with beer on ice
in the front room. It must have been a case at least and i thought SIR must
drink a lot as there is no way i am drinking a 12 pack tonight. i texted
SIR that i had checked in and HE promptly texted back for me to shower and
change into some nice underwear.

It was now after 5:30. i felt refreshed from the shower, sort of sexy in my
underwear and the Cialis was kicking in which made me a bit swollen. It was
exciting to think in a few minutes i would finally meet SIR. i was back in
the bedroom and heard the door unlock, but the man who walked in didn?t
look like SIR?s photos. While SIR was burly and bearded, and so was this
man, the face and facial hair were different and this guy looked a bit
younger, more of a ?biker? type. i said ?hello? but in a questioning way
and the stranger replied ?I?m here for the blowjob?. i sat up on the bed
and said ?i think you have the wrong room?, but just then i received a text
from SIR. ?MY friend just arrived. Treat him right.? My heart flip flopped
and i wasn?t sure what to think. Is this a test of my loyalty? Is this one
of SIR?s good friends that i will have dinner with later?

The stranger said he was told this is the right room and i said ?Sorry for
the mistake. Yes, it is the right room.?

?Good? replied the stranger. ?I have a four-day load and need a mouth to
work it out.?

He walked to me and unzipped and pulled out a modestly thick and nicely
hung cut cock that had already started to swell. i sat on the end of the
bed facing the door with my head right about the height of where his cock
was. i had only sucked four cocks in my life up to this point and was far
from an expert, so started slow, trying to make sure my teeth avoided any
scraping and making sure he felt my moist mouth and tongue, along with my
soft lips.

?Hmm, fuck yeah? moaned the stranger. ?Work that cock cocksucker?.

Wow, my head was spinning. Here I am giving head to a complete stranger. i
didn?t see this coming on this trip or in my life.

He got bigger and thicker and i started to gag a bit, so i pulled my head
off a bit to recover, my eyes watering just a bit. As I did, i saw our door
open again and another man walk in. Again, that man also didn?t look like
SIR. He and i made eye contact, but he stayed in the front room. i thought
perhaps the guy getting head?s partner had arrived and hopefully SIR would
follow soon.

i went back to working on the stranger?s cock. i have to say as it blushed
and became veinier that it was a beautiful cock and it made me feel better
to be sucking on it. The Cialis had also kicked in and i was rock hard. The
stranger had his fingers on my head and started to move his hips and i
could feel he was getting close. He continued to moan and call out ?fuck
yeah? and my lips and mouth essentially just hung on for the ride. i heard
a low grunt and started to taste sperm in my mouth. It was the first time a
man had cum in my mouth. i knew it was expected of me to swallow, so i
dutifully did, almost gagging a bit as several tablespoons of cum slid down
my throat. i slipped my mouth off his cock and my eyes went back to his
still semi-swollen, saliva coated cock.

?Clean that cock boy!? said the man who i suppose was no longer a complete
stranger.

?Of course, i am sorry. Let me get a warm washcloth? i replied.

?With your mouth boy!? was the reply.

i slumped a bit, accepting my position, held his cock gently and while
looking in his hazel eyes, gently cleaned his cock with my lips and
tongue. The stranger didn?t say much, but slipped his ebbing cock back into
his pants, zipped up and turned and walked back toward the door. i was
surprised to see him not only heading out the door, but to now see three
men in the front room watching me and sipping beer.

The second guy who had walked in now walked toward me. He was clean shaven
and looked like a middle-age businessman who might be married and living in
the suburbs and who had just gotten off work. He walked to the bed,
unzipped and pulled out a smaller, cut cock. The situation was starting to
dawn on me. This was a test and I doubted that these were men we would be
having dinner with. i slipped my right hand under his balls, looked him in
the eyes and began to suck. He flinched a bit and seemed uneasy, but his
cock obviously enjoyed the feel of my mouth as it swelled quickly. Being
smaller, it was easier not to gag and after already sucking one cock for
about ten minutes, it didn?t take me too long to get into the groove. The
man?s eyes rolled back a bit and in just a few seconds I felt another flow
of cum in my mouth. i swallowed and cleaned him with my mouth. He said
?thanks man?, zipped up and walked away quickly. Another man approached and
the noise from the front room got louder as more men crowded the room and
the beer was consumed. i stayed on the bed, fully erect, and accepting that
i was going to be the cocksucker for this room and my body was showing i
loved it.

My phone buzzed with another text. ?You are doing well. SIR is
proud. Nobody fucks you. Understand! We are saving that for SIR?.

The third man unzipped and i began to kiss, lick and swallow another cock.

i ultimately lost count of how many cocks I sucked that night. It went for
a few hours and I suppose it numbered up to 20 men. SIR finally arrived and
no more men arrived. HE and i were able to spend the late-part of the
evening alone together. HE held me, complemented me on my work and told me
i made HIM proud. i learned that SIR knew i was a novice and as he told me,
he only wanted expert cock suckers working on his cock, so he had to bring
me up to speed. HE also let me know that he wanted to see if i was truly
submissive as i had suggested in our chats and emails. HE also said that
this might come in handy later on as he sometimes needed some extra cash or
to repay favors and having a good cocksucker was handy for a SIR. Finally,
SIR said that i needed to accept my true nature and the experience of being
a gang-bang cocksucker was something i should have had a long time
ago. "Embrace it. Own it. This is who you are."

Author can be contacted at Branmartin53@yahoo.com