Chapter 2: Crossing the Line

His first interactions were tentative, a simple “hi” or “what’s up.” But he quickly found that there were plenty of men in his area looking for the same thing he was—discretion and exploration. He started arranging meetings, always careful to choose places where he wouldn’t be recognized.

The first few encounters were awkward, Nate fumbling with his words and his actions. But he quickly learned what he liked and what he didn’t. He found that he didn’t enjoy having his own penis touched or sucked; instead, he craved the feeling of serving another man, of being on his knees, of focusing on another’s pleasure. It was a revelation, a sense of rightness that he had never experienced before.

This is what I’m meant to do, he thought, as he knelt before a stranger, taking the man’s cock into his mouth. This is who I am.

His meetings went from occasional to frequent, each one leaving him hungry for more. He found himself obsessing over cock—the size, the shape, the taste. He would find himself daydreaming about it at work, at home, even while playing with his kids. It was a constant, throbbing need that demanded to be satisfied.

I need it, he would think, his cock aching and hard. I need to serve, to suck, to please.

It was during one of his late-night scrolling sessions that he came across Alex’s profile. Alex was half Nate’s age, but there was something in his eyes, a confidence that bordered on arrogance. He was unapologetically dominant, his preferences laid out in clear, concise language. Nate was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

Their messages were brief, Alex quickly taking control. He didn’t ask Nate what he wanted, instead telling him what he was going to do. Nate found the commands exhilarating, his cock rock hard as he read the words.

Alex: You’ll show up at my apartment naked. Kneel on the front mat. Wait for me to answer the door.

Nate’s breath hitched, his heart pounding. It was a cold night in late November, but he didn’t hesitate. He wanted this, needed it.

What if someone sees me? he thought, as he stripped down in his car, parked a few blocks away from Alex’s apartment. What if I get caught?

But the fear only served to heighten his arousal. He was rock hard as he made his way to Alex’s door, the cold air biting at his skin. He knelt on the mat, his body trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement.

This is crazy, he thought, as he waited, his cock aching and hard between his legs. I’m crazy. But I can’t stop. I don’t want to.

He heard footsteps on the other side of the door, and his breath hitched. The door swung open, and there was Alex, standing tall and confident, a smirk on his lips.

“Well, look what we have here,” Alex said, his voice a low growl. “A eager little sub, ready to serve.”

Nate’s cock twitched at the words, a shiver running down his spine. He was ready, more than ready. He was home.