Friday was hectic at work, but made infinitely better by Miguel’s lunch time message:

Miguel: having left over lasagne and couldn’t stop thinking of you. How is your Friday going?

Eeeee so good

Jonathan: trying to not think about you, or I’ll never get any work done. I’m currently laying underfloor heating. My muscles are really aching and I’m looking forward to a lie in tomorrow.

I imagined having a lie in held tight in Miguel’s strong arms and then my face flushed as my imagination turned lewd.

What if I was wrapped tight in some rope, that had been lovingly prepared and then tied by Miguel?

Or his strong body was still pinning me down and fucking me senseless from the night before, our hot sweat and breath mixing as we rut like wild animals.

Fuck I may have to have a work wank... No way, that is a terrible idea.

Miguel: a lie in sounds great, not for me though, I’m off to a wedding first thing tomorrow morning.

Jonathan: guess you’re not going out on a hot date tonight then.

Miguel: Hahahahahahaha! No, not tonight.

My hands started to tremble, not tonight? Alright, play it cool, he means me, please say he means me!

Jonathan: Oh? So when is your hot date then?

Miguel: Tuesday

Yes! I’m his hot date!

Wait it is me right?

Jonathan: we’re still going to the gym?

Miguel: of course, and this time I was going to take you out for that drink after.

Jonathan: that would be wonderfu...

“Hey Jonny, are you ever going to get that pipe down?” Yelled my colleague Joshua.

“Sorry just answering some messages.”

“Oh crap look at your face, your flirting! Who is she?” Yelled Joshua, then dropped his voice lower, “sorry, I mean he?”

I smiled shyly, Joshua was one of very few people who knew I was gay. Guess it’s the result of hanging out with burly men a lot, I haven’t come out to many people.

“He’s from my rugby club.”

Patting me on the shoulder, Joshua said in a worried tone, “oh Jonny please say its not another unrequited love with a straight guy?”

I dropped my eyes, that was how Joshua found out. He stopped one of my crushes from beating the hell out of me, when they caught me checking them out.

“No it's not like that, he likes me, and flirts with me and has definitely seen me watching him.” I looked down shyly and said in barely a whisper, “We even kissed, ridiculously briefly.”

Still gently patting me on the shoulder, Joshua replied, “I’m really happy for you, I really hope this one works out.”

“Me too, he is perfect.”

“What are you guys doing? I want to go out tonight, and none of us are going anywhere if this isn’t sorted.” Came Stan’s voice from the doorway.

We had worked together for years, and I know the big gruff man has a kind heart, but I have to say I’m very nervous about how he would react to me being gay.

“Nothing important, I’ll get this sorted.” I said and put my phone back in my pocket.

It wasn’t until an hour later when I stopped for a cuppa, that I saw I never sent my last message!

Oh shit! I left him hanging after he sent such a forward message!

Miguel: of course, and this time I was going to take you out for that drink after.

Jonathan: that would be wonderful. Sorry for the slow reply, got hassled to finish by the guys and failed to press send.

There was nothing but silence from my phone.

Damn it! It was going so well!

For over two hours I tried to work, but really was listening intently for the sound of my phone. Still nothing!

Then finally at regular people’s end of day, 3 hours later, my phone dinged.

Miguel: don’t worry about replying slowly, as just demonstrated, we all get busy.

I breathed a sigh of relief and finally concentrated on my work enough to get finished.

When I eventually dragged my butt home, I washed the dirt off and flopped on the sofa with zero intention of getting up.

Getting out my phone I couldn’t stop smiling as I messaged Miguel.

Jonathan: so if your hot date isn’t until we meet on Tuesday, what are you up to tonight?

Miguel: not a lot, at a hotel up north ready to go to my cousin’s wedding tomorrow, currently watching TV. What are you doing?

Jonathan: just had a shower, now laying on my sofa like a slug. Tiring day.

Miguel: what makes you slug like? Are you still wrapped in your towel?

Huh?!

Did he just ask what I’m wearing?

Yes!

Jonathan: it’s too hot for a towel.

Erm nope, that is too much! *delete*

Jonathan: nah, I’m just laying flat out on my stomach in my joggers.

Miguel: so you’re topless?

I was glad he couldn’t see me, I must be beet red!

Jonathan: yeah, for all the good it would do anyone.

My phone rang with a video call and I answered with trembling fingers.

“Hello?”

Miguel’s rich voice came through the speaker and I could see his handsome face with a boring hotel painting in the background, “hi kitty, would you turn over for me?”

Without thinking I flipped onto my back and let out a little whimper as my back hit the sofa.

Then froze, oh shit... Is he a...? No don’t get excited yet, he might not be a Dom.

“Good boy, that is a much better view for me. Your cute little nipples are hard as rocks right now.”

I looked down and saw he was right, then tilted the phone so he got a better view, “even before they rubbed against the sofa they were hard from being out in the air.”

“You really are wonderfully sensitive.”

I could feel my heart racing. Oh man, is this really happening?

“You would be amazed how sensitive I am all over right now.”

Miguel smiled at me like a wolf sizing up a rabbit, “show me how sensitive you are.”

Eeee so good! Or is this going too far? Stuff it, I don’t care.

I put my hand to my chest and gently tweaked my own left nipple, it instantly flushed red.

Sighing softly I asked, “are you sensitive too?”

Miguel’s charming voice was like honey as he replied, “my chest isn’t, but another part of me is feeling real sensitive right now.”

Oh fuck yes!

“Same here, but then you always make me feel sensitive.”

“I wish I wasn’t busy tomorrow, so I could come and make you really sensitive.” A sexy smile spread across his dark features and he asked, “how would you like a little fun now?”

Yes! Wait how?

I didn’t want my lack of experience to put him off, so I said as if I had any idea what he meant, “I would like that.”

“Oh my adorable kitty, you flush a beautiful red when you’re embarrassed. I would like to see you more red. Put your phone so I can see all of you, and you had best do everything I tell you or I’ll punish you on Tuesday.”

Fuck the sound of his eloquent deep voice was so delightfully threatening. Those are the words of a Dom, aren’t they? Please say he is a Dom.

“Yes Miguel, I’ll be good.” I said meekly and set my phone up on the coffee table next to me.

“That is a beautiful view, although it is interrupted by your joggers, take them off.”

My hands were trembling with excitement, I felt so exposed.

Lifting my butt up I whimpered lightly as my weight shifted onto my bruise, while I slid my joggers down to my ankles.

Released from it’s soft confinement, my cock pinged up and wobbled in the warm air; while I very un-sexily kicked off my trousers with my feet.

Looking round at my phone I saw Miguel’s dark eyes watching my every move and my mouth went dry.

“Very good Jonathan, I see you are enjoying yourself already.”

I wanted to put my hands over my crotch, it was so embarrassing. But if I did that, he would definitely know I’m completely inexperienced. Instead I kept my hands to my sides and nodded meekly.

“How about you show me how you usually enjoy yourself, like a good kitty.”

Do what now!? Err OK, I can do this.

I shyly said, “yes Miguel.”

It was only one word off from the ‘yes master’ I wanted to say.

Slowly with a shaking hand, I firmly took hold of my rock solid member.

Oh fuck, it doesn’t normally feel this good, is it because he is watching me?

I started to stroke up and down and a soft moan left my lips.

Startled by my own erotic sound, I meekly turned my head to look over at Miguel. He was watching me intently with his beautiful dark eyes. I had never seen such lust on a burly man’s face before.

Fuck yes! He is enjoying watching me!

In a deep husky tone he said, “is that how you usually pleasure yourself?”

My mind was already muddled by the sensation of my cock and his dark glare, making his question utterly baffling. I moaned back, “yes.”

“Really? Then does that mean you don’t play with your rear?”

My eyes went wide with embarrassed understanding. “I do, I have a... A you know a...”

Fuck this is so embarrassing!

“You have a butt plug or a dildo?” He said in a rich teasing tone that gave me goosebumps.

“Mmm hmm, I have a butt plug upstairs.” My ears were so full of hot blood they hurt.

“Looks like we are going up stairs then.”

I swallowed loudly, “you want me to use it? In front of you?”

The smile on Miguel’s face turned dangerous as he asked, “do you want to do it alone?”

Oh fuck he is sexy! I don’t care if he isn’t a Dom, he is so erotically domineering he is perfect.

“No I want to do it in front of you... it’s just...” shit I can’t say I’ve never done anything like this before, think brain think... “I’m not clean... you know... down there.”

“Oh, so you want to give me two shows, do you?

“What?! Err what?”

“Go up stairs and follow my orders perfectly.”

“Yes Miguel.”