Blue collar Master, white collar slave

was crazy. Completely insane. I was chasing, or being chased depending

on how you looked at it, a man whom I had never really met, never really

talked to with the unspoken purpose of getting laid. He now wanted me to

go down a very deserted looking alley where the most probably scenario

was me getting mugged - if I was lucky. But like most cocks, mine had a

will of its own and soon I was walking out of the deli, depositing my

uneaten sandwich in the nearest garbage can and proceeding down the

alley. It was completely deserted and as I went further and further

along, the sounds of the city retreated and were replaced by an

improbable silence. When I reached the abandoned auto shop, which looked

as if it had gone out of business in the fifties, I was having second

thoughts. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Just as I turned to leave I heard a voice: "Didn't think a pencil pusher

like you had the balls to really turn up." The voice was deep and warm

and a little gravelly. It touched my crotch something awful and as I

turned my erection became embarrassingly obvious. I saw him look down at

it and blushed, but it did not go away.

He motioned me inside the derelict shop and I followed willingly. Now

that he had spoken the danger, at least the obvious danger of getting

mugged, had somehow gone out of the situation. It had been replaced by

an almost palpable sexual tension. Up until a few minutes before I might

have been on a wild goose chase, hunting for a fuck that wasn't there.

Now it was obvious that something sexual was indeed in the air. I was

just about to start with a clever nothingness and move on to suggest

that we meet after work when he grabbed my neck, gently but very firmly,

and drew me in for an overpowering kiss. I was caught completely by

surprise and raised my hands only to be surprised again as his free hand

found my crotch and grabbed this too. Again his grip was gentle but oh