1. A SLAVE'S LIFE


    Date: 3/6/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    A SLAVE'S LIFE. There was something wrong when I woke up. I usually snap awake and go from deep sl**p to full consciousness without any intervening period. I know a lot of young guys like me like to just lie there and would stay in bed all day, but I'm a morning person, I'm wide awake, and ready to go. There was something else different, too - I didn't have my usual morning hard-on. When I say that I don't lie there like a lot of guys my age, that isn't quite true - the first thing I have to do is get rid of my erection, and I think wanking when you first wake up is one of the best things a man can do for himself: I'm at my brightest and best, and my thoughts can run riot as I stroke my cock and fondle my balls. I rarely even have to play with my tits in the morning to keep myself hard, so I've got both hands free to concentrate on my tackle as I wank. But this morning was different - I was slow and lethargic. I knew I was awake, but somehow my brain wasn't functioning properly. And as I reached down for my cock, it was flaccid, just lying there between my thighs like a warm, moist slug. Then other sensations started to come to me - for one thing, I'd still got a T-shirt on, and I always sl**p naked. I'd obviously taken my shorts off, though, as I could feel my cock against my thighs. What the fuck had happened to me? And there was something else curious, too - my body was starting to report all kinds of little differences between what I was used to and "here" - the smell ...
    of the bed, for example: there wasn't my own man scent all around me. I moved my knees up and down experimentally, to waft air from the bed over my face, and there wasn't that familiar smell of sweat, dried cum and general body odor that I usually get. And the sheets felt differently - hell, that was it.... I usually sl**p under a duvet, and now this felt like a rough, scratchy blanked on top of me. I f***ed myself to try to remember what I'd been doing the night before. Had I picked up a woman and gone back to her place? I reached around, hoping to feel a warm body for a clue, but I seemed to be alone. Thank Christ for that! The last time this had happened I'd had way too much to drink after the match (I play in the club's first team), picked up a woman, gone back to her place, fucked her, fallen asl**p, then couldn't even remember her name in the morning - in fact, I couldn't even remember that I was with a woman, and it was only when she came in with coffee for me and I almost jumped out of my skin in surprise that I vaguely remembered what had happened. She was really pissed off, and spread the word around that I was just a casual fucker, only interested in sex and not a "proper relationship" - well, that was true, of course, but it didn't do me any good with most of the girls who hang around the club and it took me a long time to get my next "date". Actually, it's not too bad for picking up casual dates at my club - since they built the gym we've had a string of nubile ...
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