I was transferred to the international division and I went on a world tour to meet the local area managers and get a feeling for the operations. Not everything is on paper. It was a tough two week schedule, starting in the Far East and ending in London where I was now stationed. I found so many strangers and men of all persuasions awaken my alter ego. In Amsterdam I met a Turkish fellow, dark, hairy, definitely an Alpha male and I made myself available to him. It was a none night stand but it sent me into overdrive. I needed more, I could no longer hold it in. I was 35, since a kid I had dreamed of it, dreams of dark alleys, shoved up against a wall and used, of cab drivers diverting their route into a dark underground parking garage forcing me over the hood of the cab. Always the same dream, now I was going to travel, I could bring my dream to life. It started with that night in Amsterdam.
Day light brought out he junior executive in me, the meeting, the planning, the customers. Tough when needed, diplomatic when needed. I impressed my superiors. But at night I wore a different costume, looking for that encounter, to fulfill my dreams. It happened, but it was unexpected. It happened in London. I met the guy at a pub, I was alone and he came over. We chatted a bit and he suggested we go to his place for some fucking and sucking. I sized him up, he wasn’t that tall really, and he was thin, my dream was for a big heavy man with hair on his back and chest, and a horse cock if there ever was one. But I went.
He was polite on the way there, I didn’t leave for three days. I got fucked off the bat, for good measure. Tied by a collar and a chain to a ring over bed, I had no choice in the matter. It was everything you can imagine, but without any say of your own. Some of it nasty for sure, licking his asshole. Some of it breaking in, his cock forced down my throat over my gag reflex. Some of it was pleasurable, a long fuck. Three days before I was released to go home. Three days off the radar, people looking for me, family members contacted, work. I had to make up an excuse that I got sick from some Indian food and stayed with a friend in his flat.
My memories of my childhood dreams drive me, maybe it is too much to expect that a cabbie takes you into an abandoned building, but the next best thing will do. A stranger with no morals, looking to enforce his authority, to look up to before sucking his dick, another Turk, that would do.
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