Chapter 8

Not only was I not disappointed, I was super turned on, and hornier than ever.

Toby had used his time in the bedroom to put some clothes on. When I say clothes, I mean the sexiest, most seductive and enticing underwear I had ever seen. Needless to say, it wasn’t male underwear, but extremely provocative female lingerie. Up top, he wore a red and black lace bodice, while on his legs were black stockings. The best part was the skimpy black mesh panties. His flaccid cock was clearly visible. He stood, hands on hips. ‘What do you think, gorgeous?’

My mouth had gone dry, all I could do was stare at the magnificent specimen of queerness in front of me.

The effect it had on me was instantly noticeable, my cock was flexing involuntarily.

He turned his back to me and dropped the dressing gown to the floor. Then, he slowly and enticingly bent over to display his glorious, mesh-covered arse. I had never wanted to fuck someone so badly at that precise moment. As if that wasn’t enough, he then hooked his thumbs in his panties and slowly eased them down to expose his beautiful round arse and his tempting crack. His hands moved over his smooth cheeks, before pulling them apart. Such a glorious sight.

He dropped his panties to the floor and walked over to the large rug in front of the fireplace.

He stood again, hands on hips, shimmying his hips from side to side and doing a grind and bump. His limp cock jiggled about, as if begging for attention.

I stood and moved over to where Toby stood, my stiff dick sticking out and waving to and fro.

Toby’s eyes fixed on my cock. ‘Oh, that is a beautiful cock, my lovely. Why don’t you stick it inside me?’

Toby was down on the rug, on his back with his legs in the air, before I could say a word. His hands were on his cheeks, pulling them open again.

‘Come on, gorgeous, don’t keep a girl waiting. I want that magnificent cock up my pussy.’

I was spellbound, I just gawped at the mesmerising vision before me. I was so new to this whole gay life situation, and yet here I was, with a beautiful man, offering me his body.

Toby broke my reverie. He pointed to the table, ‘Get the KY, and a cushion.’ I grabbed the tube of lubricant from the table, then picked up a cushion from the smaller sofa behind me. What was the cushion for? Was he uncomfortable on the floor? I handed him both. He raised his back up from the rug and slipped the cushion under his arse. Then he smeared the gel inside his hole with his finger.

He handed me the tube, ‘Now you.’ I did as I was told, smearing the clear gel all over my rigid dick.

Toby, once again, raised his legs and pulled his arse cheeks apart.

‘Come on then, beautiful boy, slip it in.’

Discarding the gel tube, I knelt between his raised legs and shuffled forwards, cock in hand, until my dick was touching his hole. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down, over his arsehole.