It Started With A Story

5

It was three in the morning when I began to act out my plan.

I slowly sat up as to not awaken Michael. He was laying on his back arms circling his head. At some point during the night he had removed his shirt. His luscious chest was revealed to me. Those godforsaken basketball shorts were on though.

I slithered slowly on the bed and undid the knot. Now the hard part, those god dam underwear layers.

Long story short, twenty minutes later, a lot of patience. and I managed to get his shorts and two pairs of underwear around his hips. I was so horny, so ready to finally be able to play with him. Show him I could pleasure him. I reached inside and moaned softly.

Fuck the skin was so smooth but dam was he hard. Long and thick oh and warm, so very warm.

I pulled him out slowly gazing at it. How could something grow this big, it was so exquisite. Wait, did I just call a dick exquisite. I must be crazy.

I reached inside searching and palmed his heavy round balls pulling them out as well. The head of his dick was big and angry. I had to relieve him, I had to help him right?

I leaned in and without a thought just engulfed the head. I figured if he awakens he wouldn't stop me now. What man wakes up to a blow job angry?

I sucked the head so happy to finally have him in my mouth. He was to big for me to do much so I focused on just sucking the head and fondling his balls.

A few moments of this and Michael's hips slowly began to move. I moaned as I sucked him putting more energy into it. My hands were pumping and my suckling was becoming frenzied until I noticed his hips had stopped pumping towards me.

I peeked up to see him looking at me angrily. His hand flew down grabbing my hair and pulling me off his dick.

He got up leaving the bedroom, I sat there in confusion for a moment before going after him.

I was surprised to see him with my clothes, shoes, phone. and keys.

"What are you...."

"Be quiet."

You know when someone yells at you, you yell back, you can see their anger. But when someone angry says something in such a calm clear voice it frightens you.

You realize they aren't angry, their seething mad.

"I've called a cab for you. By the time your dressed I expect it should be here with you in it going home."

"But..."

"Quiet."

My mouth snapped shut, angrily I walked over snatching my clothes and dressed quickly. I grabbed my wallet and phone as he opened the door letting me out and following me.

True to his word there was a cab downstairs. He opened the door for me and gave the cabbie more then enough to cover the fare. He left without another word.

When I finally arrived home it was going on five in the morning. I walked in going to my room. I had finally laid down after a quick shower when I noticed a message on my phone. Opening it I saw a message from Michael.

Michael: Are you home?

Me: What's it 2 u?

He didn't respond for ten minutes.

Me: Yes I'm home

Michael: I'm glad you got home safe, good night.

Me: Why did you kick me out?

Michael: You are unable to follow simple directions. I've told you when I want you to have me you will. I told you I want you to earn it, instead you took what you wanted.

Me: I was trying to make you feel good, I was trying to pleasure you. I was doing what you wanted

Michael : No, you were doing what YOU wanted.

Me: What happens now?

Michael: I go to sleep, you wait until I call for you.

Me: Why do you have to be so dam confusing?

Michael: I'm not the men in your stories. I'm not going to act the way you think
and do as you want when you want it. But most importantly because I want to.

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