I met him here, on tuamo.net.

I confess that at first glance, he didn't catch my attention. It took one message, clear and forceful, to grab my attention: "I want to serve you." We exchanged numbers. During the week, we talked a bit. We live in the same city. I let him know that I'm experimenting with all this.

With each conversation, my member became extremely hard. I doubted at times, to which he added: "You are safer than us," denoting the differentiation between masters and slaves. Each conversation was a masterclass where morbidness and desire dripped everywhere. Without wanting to, we coincided on several things, in an inverse way, but we coincided. "Concave and convex," as he would later say. So much morbidness couldn't be repressed on WhatsApp, and so we agreed to meet on Saturday, May 28th at 10 am at his house.

I arrived punctually. I called him. He didn't answer. I told myself I'd wait 20 minutes and leave. At that moment, something told me: "Go up," so I did. I took the elevator to the 6th floor. There was a certain smell in the air, emanating from the interior that I had been using for four days, urine, pre-cum, semen, all mixed, seasoning the fabric of my underwear. The phone rang, it was him, he had just gotten up.

I was already getting angry. How is it that he sets up a meeting with me and only gets up now? He opened the security door, then the door to his apartment, and I entered. My almost-anger turned to total anger when I saw his roommate/ex-master. The guy barely even saw me, only said a faint "Hello," took his things, and left.

I only accepted a coffee. I rejected the juice and everything else he offered. We went down some stairs, I sat in an armchair, and we started talking from a distance, because the kid needed to get himself together a bit. Honestly, I don't know what kept me there, if it was the map of Paris on the table to my left or the idea of going back home without them even sucking my cock. I don't know. At that moment, he appeared, wearing a green shirt with some worn-out spots on the right shoulder and a jockstrap. My cock got hard instantly.

We continued talking, and at that moment, I ordered him to take off my shoes. There was a bit of a struggle to untie them. He took them off.

- "I can lick them"

- "Yes"

He set out to devour my feet as if he had an ice cream in front of him. He licked every wrinkle, every fold, his tongue passed over each of my toes. At that moment, I took off my pants and brought him closer to my cock.

- "How delicious it smells... it smells and tastes like everything you told me... Urine, semen, pre-cum, all together..."

- "Do you like it? What does it smell like?"

- "Like a man"

He continued to indulge in the fabric of my underwear for a moment, until I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to abuse that mouth. It was time for the underwear to fly.

- "Suck"

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