In the past four months, I’ve never needed to buzz into his building. The apartment tower is in the student ghetto, and there’s always a group of students coming in or out speaking Cantonese or Mandarin. Only wealthy kids from overseas live here, because it’s a huge ripoff. Each unit has five locking rooms and a shared kitchen, but the rent on each room is the same as a full apartment elsewhere.
Once I’m in the elevator, I take a deep breath and sigh. It’s tough to say goodbye.
I first met him in January. It was after midnight, and I was leaving a party. On the way home, I parked in a Sobey’s parking lot. While my windows frosted in the cold winter air, I messaged his blank profile. He sent a cock pic, full of thick black hair. But it was late. I gave up and moved on, but after a few minutes he realized he was more horny than tired and invited me over.
The young Asian student who answered the door was tall and thin. With his fingers to his lips, he motioned for me to be silent and pointed the way down the dark hall to the fifth room. We tip toed down the hallway, and silently ushered me into his tiny bathroom. There, I crouched down, squatting on the tiles. As my boots melted into a muddy puddle, I sucked him off for the first time.
He must have liked it because I was in his building again only two days later. This time, instead of letting me inside, he took my hand and led me to the concrete stairwell across the hall. The heavy metal door slammed shut and echoed on the concrete walls as he embraced me and leaned in for a kiss.
Did I mention he was tall? I craned my neck to reach him. When our lips met, he wriggled his tongue delicately through mine. I welcomed it and immediately I felt my pants bulge. I stood on my toe tips, face turned upwards. Our hands raced over each other’s bodies and soon we were pressed up against each other, kissing and grinding.
When a loud bang echoed through the stairwell, our time ended. Once again, I ended up hidden in his bathroom floor, with my coat and boots in a heap beside me. “Tell me how much you want my cum,” he demanded.
“Master, please. I want it so bad.” I begged.
“Master? Yeah, call me master. I like it. Open your mouth.” With that, he fed me his load again.
I became his slave that day.
My master was a gentle one. When we chatted on Grindr, he often asked me what I wanted to do. “I am here for your pleasure, master. All I ask is to taste your sweet load again.”
“Good. Can you come this morning?”
Every time I walked into his bedroom, I looked longingly at the bed. “Master,” I inquired. “Why can’t we use the bed?”
He was already holding the bathroom door open for me, waiting expectantly. “My roommate might come back.” There was only one double bed in his room.
As slave, our relationship was changed. With my coaxing, he realized he could do more depraved things to me. “Lay down on the floor,” he ordered, and I excitedly rested my head and back on the cold and dusty tiles. I watched has he pulled off his pants and and squatted over my face. “Eat my ass hole, slave” he said, as I sucked on his puckered hole and pulled him lower onto my face. Master enjoyed my tongue dancing over his slightly hairy hole. I tried to stroke his dick too, but he preferred it left alone, at least while I was licking his ass.
After each encounter, I would leave with my mouth full of his load. It was delicate and sweet, and I began to crave it.
Now it is April’s end. I wore pants today but shorts would have been a better choice, As the elevator doors open, I walk out into the hallway for the last time. Tomorrow, my young Master will return to the farthest point on other side of the world. With a heavy heart, I text him that I am here, and wait in the hallway. I don’t even know his name.
When he answers the door, he beams at me. “Hello,” he says brightly. I’ve never heard his voice above a whisper before.
He’s completely relaxed. He closes the door and locks it as I tip toe my way down the hall. I go into his darkened bathroom, as I have done many times before.
“Come on out, slave.” He walks past it and announces. “Today there’s nobody else here. We can use the bed.”
“Master, thank you. that’s great!” I exclaim. With trepidation, I enter forbidden area of his small room, and meet him between the bed and his desk. He embraces me, and I rise up on my toes again. Usually when we kiss, it is a merely a prelude. Now, we have endless time. He slowly pulls down my pants, and I make my way into his, stroking his cock. I enjoy feeling it slide effortlessly inside its beautiful blanket of foreskin. Before long, our pants are at our ankles, and we grind against each other. My own penis falls naturally beneath his balls, and he squeezes it between his legs.
“You like that?” He says, and moves his body, stroking my dick with his own crotch, as his own slides against my belly. “Mmmm hmmm” is the only thing I can utter before he forces his tongue into my mouth.
He pulls me down onto the bed, and way lay sideways, still kissing as well kick off our pants. I hear my phone clatter on the floor and break open, but I don’t even care. At least we won’t be disturbed.
He lays on his back and pulls me on top of him, gripping my shoulders. “Lick my asshole, slave” he orders, shoving me down.
I comply and slide off the bed, pulling his body closer to the edge. He lifts his knees into the air revealing his tight brown asshole. In the afternoon sunlight I can see it, covered in short black hairs and I give it a solid lick with my tongue, going right up until I am mouthing his balls. Then I begin to make out and suck on his puckered hole. He moans appreciatively.
Eventually I can’t help but make my way to to his dick again, and as I suck it he presses it up into my throat and moans in pleasure. He pulls me up to him, and we are kissing again. My cock is hard now and I slip into the slick crack of his asshole.
As we kiss, I realize that I am humping him. For the first time in my life, I feel like I badly want to fuck another man. My mind races. Shit, do I have condoms? Yes, in my bag, but how old are they? Oh no, when I get tested their going to have to ask me ask the questions they usually skip over. But do I want my first time to be today, right now? I am ready, Master. I am here for your pleasure.
My thoughts are interrupted and he makes the decision for me. “You want me to cum in your mouth, slave?”
“Yes, Master. I want it so bad, please feed me your sweet load.” I utter it automatically. As he pushes my face down crotch, I feel some sadness and relief. I will not top today.
I wrap my mouth around his member, and his hand moves madly, jerking himself and slamming against my lips.
“Put your mouth to it.” I press my face down, feeling it’s tip press against my throat and skip inside just as it pulses. I feel him cumming, gushing up thickly in my esophagus, and I have to pull off a little and swallow to keep from choking. It seems to be more than ever. I taste it’s sweetness and then slowly suck on his member, working out every last drop as he softens. He strokes my head and softly tells me, “I keep it four days for you.”
“Thank-you master. It was so good. I’m really going to miss you.”
After we get dressed he helps me find the pieces of my phone. The back cover just fell off, and when I turn it on again it still works.
“I hope you have a safe trip back,” I tell him.
“Yes, thank you.”
I move to leave, then turn to him. My throat is tight, hurting with the sadness of good-bye. Our eyes meet, and we embrace, and lock our lips in a kiss for the last time.
Then I turn and leave, without looking back, so he won’t see the tears.