Three is the Charm

One| Room 707

Abby

He’d promised himself he’ll never do this again. Abby pulled the masquerade mask securely around his face. The tussles resembling a cat’s whiskers brushed his cheeks as he walked. A reminder of the fine line between reality and fantasy he was walking.

Music drifted from concealed speakers above. It thumbed in his chest adding to the excitement that churned through his veins. The corridor he walked down was semi-dark illuminated by dimmed lights that played off the deep red walls. It was a dark and sensual world he had no choice but feel the need to be part of. Even though he’d promised himself he’ll never come here. Here he was giving into it. The craving he could not quench. It ruled him, this need, burning a delicious sensation that tightened his balls and left his c**k leaking just thinking about strange dark hands moving up his thighs as he pushed his ass up to receive.

Abby slowed his breathing. His groin felt tight and heavy as he walked down the corridor. He didn’t know what to expect tonight and yet he was already ready. Tuned up and hard in anticipation. He wondered who would be coming to his room tonight for a bit of the private play the establishment offered.

He shook his head. He didn’t need to know. Frankly he didn’t care. As long as he could wrap his hands around hard c**k and fill his mouth until he felt whoever came tonight’s c*m hit the back of his throat.

Anyway, him knowing was not part of the rules. Anonymity was the name of the game in The House.  The House was a private establishment that catered to people seeking some excitement and very private entertainment. There was no prostitution. No. A person signed on because he or she sought something that was illicit, discrete and out of this world. The rules were simple; you sign up anonymously on their website, specify your preferences – top or bottom if gay, and then pay the rental fee. After a few minutes if there was space available, you get a room number. Once a date has been set, you show up and your mystery man arrives. There was no chit-chats or cuddling, definitely no romance.    

Not that he was looking for any of that, Abby thought as he walked the last few steps to room 707. He swiped his card and walked in. A few lamps were turned on throwing the king sized bed into shadow.

There’s no need to be seen here. Just a night of good hard f*****g, Abby thought.

Moving quickly Abby removed all of his clothes, neatly folding them onto a settee at the bottom of the bed. He removed everything except the cat mask. He moved to the bedside table and reached for the customary lube, dildo vibrator and condoms.  He laid them on the bed.

He’d done this so many times he didn’t miss a step. Laying on the bed, he slowly reached for the vibrator. He felt its weight and smoothness in his hand. He usually preferred to be fully aroused before the mystery man arrived. He’d been disappointed many times in the past when the men didn’t even bother to get him ready or touch him the right way.

Now he didn’t leave his satisfaction to chance. No. He knew what he wanted.

His movements fluid and languid, Abby closed his eyes slowly gliding his hands down his slim body. Feeling the springy hairs on his arms and torso. He caressed his flat n*****s biting his bottom lip as they came to life. Abby imagined that someone was there, watching and commanding him to touch himself. He spread his legs to let him see what he had to offer. Abby’s hand slowly dropped to his butt cheeks and spread them. Heat bloomed where he touched himself. He groaned hearing an appreciative gasp fill the room. Abby didn’t know if he’d imagined it or not. All he knew was that he was on fire. He needed, he wanted to feel the fullness that will make him tip over. Grabbing the vibrator he tilted it to his hole, inserting it as far as the rim of muscle that clamped on it in anticipation. He turned on the vibrator, leaving it on a low setting. He wasn’t ready to come yet. He felt the vibrations all the way to his hard c**k. He reached for it. Smoothing his hands on it, grasping and choking the head. Slick moisture seeped through the slit. He fingered it, spreading it around the head. Abby whimpered at the sensitivity there. His balls tightened and heat gathered in his stomach. He was about to come.

Before he could scream out his release he felt big hands clamp roughly down on his thighs, spreading them farther.

Abby’s heart kicked in his chest. A moment of panic gripped him as whoever owned those hands crawled up over him, naked and hard. He was big, very big. His muscles contracted around him, making him feel very small. His chest rested deliciously upon his. Abby tried to turn his face to see him.

“Don’t move,” his husky voice rasped close to his ear. He closed his lips over Abby’s earlobe, leaving a tantalizing bite that had Abby’s hips thrusting up and brushing against the mysterious man’s long and hard c**k. He wasn’t disappointing there, Abby thought. He was thick and warm, and Abby couldn’t wait to suck him into his mouth. He moved against him, moaning his desire.

“I said don’t move,” he said again. His beard scratched his skin heightening his already sensitive body. Abby felt his thigh wedge between his, placing the mysterious man’s pelvis directly on his. His heat was all around him. And he smelled so intoxicating; like a strong man that was capable of anything. The kind of man that existed only in books and dreams.

Abby wished he could see him. The man was a dream. He buried his nose between his muscled shoulder and neck. At his move the mysterious man held him tighter, grinding their pelvis together. The friction almost tipped Abby over. For a minute Abby couldn’t breathe. His c**k was squeezed between their bodies. The vibrator sunk a bit further into his ass. He needed to come. A moan started in his throat.

“You started without me. That usually calls for punishment, but you’re looking very hot right now,” he said fitting an elastic band under Abby’s head. He stretched it around his ears and over the mask to cover his eyes with a thick soft cloth.

Anonymity, Abby remembered. Maybe his mysterious man was one of those straight men who sometimes gave into their hidden desires. Well, it didn’t matter. He felt too good for him to care. For tonight he was going to forget who he was. Here no one existed. Not even Baile, because on top of him was a man who made him feel so good he wanted to forget his name.