Love Thy Neighbors, Part 6

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LOVE THY NEIGHBORS, PART 06
This is part 6 of a series of stories called Love Thy Neighbors

WRONG NUMBER, But the right connection.

Dialing Master Mike.

I had just come home from work after an exhausting day. I was looking forward to my long weekend holiday, and I had to call my new friend before it got any later. I was ordered to call Mike earlier, but the traffic was exceptionally heavy because of the 4th of July travelers.

I had met Mike last week over the Internet and went to his place to spend an exciting but demanding sexual adventure. Mike and I had communicated first by a gay Internet connection, and found Mike to be more of a Master and top than I had planned. I really didn't mind, and found it a change from my regular boring sex life. I always like to be in control, but after meeting Mike, I found myself being his slave instead of the other way around. I was not really heavy into S-M type sex but this was different in several ways. First of all, I discovered Mike to be a real `hunk of a stud'. He told me he was presently a policeman for the local city. He also had spent part of his life as a forest ranger during his college years. Mike was very well built, to say the least: a 6 foot 6 inches of solid man, with dark hair and about 10 inches of uncircumcised cock. Not only did he have a fantastic head of hair, but his chest was covered with a mass of hair as well. He was just an all around hot sexy man. No one would ever suspect that Mike loved to have sex with men as well as his harem of girls, that were ready at a drop their pants anytime, to satisfy his needs. Mike said he found his sexual life with men was more satisfying that any woman he had ever encountered. I assumed the reason to be that men understand another man's feelings and sexual desires better, and could usually handle the more exhausting and demanding commands from another man during a heavy sexual encounter.

I fixed myself a cool drink, set down at the phone and quickly looked up Mike's phone number in my `little black book' of hot men I knew, and wanted to know better. I was a bit nervous about this because Mike had given me strict instruction to call him directly at 6 pm yet here it was already 6:30. I dialed the phone and waited anxiously for him to answer. It rang 1, 2 then 3 times before a man's voice answered the phone.

"Hello?" came the deep voice on the phone.

"Hello Mike? Sir, I am terribly sorry for the late call, but the traffic was really bad tonight, and I was late getting home. I know this is a poor way for your new sex slave to start out, but I will make it up to you Sir." I continued to rattle on. " I enjoyed our first encounter and promise I will get you off as many times as you wish, Sir. I enjoyed worshiping your godly body and eating your tasty ass hole: and especially enjoyed sucking on that 10 inch uncircumcised cock, and drinking down all 3 loads of your wonderful cum. Please sir, forgive me. I am here to please you and need you again, sir." I found myself saying as I was now groveling before my master. My sudden burst of humbleness even surprised me, and I did find myself blurting out things I had never said to another person. I waited for an answer but there was a sudden silence. I thought perhaps I should wait until Mike spoke to me. Then a voice came back to me.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like this? Who are you anyway?" The voice angrily said to me.

"I am so sorry, Sir. I beg your forgiveness. I am Dick, your sex slave for tonight. I know I was to call you at 6 and I ask your humble forgiveness. I am ready to come by and serve you well. Please forgive me Sir. " Then I waited before he spoke once again.

"So you think you are my sex slave huh? If so, what do you think I should do with you tonight?" He spoke firmly, but not as angry as before.

"Sir. I am willing to do anything I can to please your desires. I will suck your cock for as long as you like, Rim and eat your beautiful asshole and tongue fuck you long and hard. Then I will drain your sweet warm cum from your magnificent cock until you are tired of my mouth." I continued.

"Sex slave huh? You like sucking cock and eating ass, do you cock sucker? He said. "Do you want to suck my cock and eat my musky ass hole?"


"Oh yes sir. I especially like sucking your big cock. It is so wonderful, especially when you unload that cum into my mouth and down my throat, Sir"
I said. "And just the though of eating your ass again is such a turn on."

"Ok, punk! So, you are willing to let me stick my fat cock up your tight ass hole and fuck the shit out of you until I have pumped my hot fucking cum load into your fuck shoot? Then after I pull my juicy wet cock out of your ass, you will lick off the remaining cum from my semi-limp shaft? Will you get me hard again and suck my next load into you hot mouth and swallow every drop of my sperm? Right, cock sucker?"

"Yes sir. I am yours to command. I will be honored to let you fuck my virgin ass and pump you hot load into my willing fuck shoot. I need your cock in any way I can get it Sir. I desire you and want to please you. Please sir. I need your cock up my ass. Sir." I found myself saying and was now so aroused that I had to drop my pants and was starting to rum the pre-cum juices around the head of my cock and slowly jacking off. This man was hot and I knew I needed him again. He sure knew how to get me turned on, even by phone.

"Once again punk. Whom the fuck do you think you are talking to, cock sucker? Am I your master, and you are my cock slave?" he ask.

"Yes Sir. I am talking to my Master. I am you cock slave, your punk boy; I am here and ready to serve my master. Sir. " I quickly stated to him.

There was a silence once again and then I had a frightening thought. Oh, My god. Did I dial the wrong number? No, it was Mike's phone number. Perhaps he had given me a wrong number or just didn't want to talk to me now that he had already used me. Then I quietly ask.

"This is Mike, isn't it? I said waiting for an answer.

"Yes, this is Mike, but I think you have dialed a different `Mike' than you thought." Then there was a short silence and the voice said to me. " I am Mike, the man you hired last month to do some carpenter work for you in your house. Mike the carpenter. Remember?" he said. Then he continues as I sat there in shock. "But don't hang up, cock sucker. I know who you are, Dick, and you shall continue to call me Sir!"

I sat there in complete shock and awe. I now realized I had called the wrong Mike. I thought to myself." That was a stupid mistake", yet I didn't hang up. I was not sure what to do, so I waited for his next move. My memory flashed back to this Mike, the carpenter. He was such a hot blond god. I remembered him very well, that was the reason I wrote his phone number in my phone book. I wanted to get up the nerve to call him sometime and invite him over for beer.

Mike, the carpenter, had worked here for 2 days building some cabinets for me in my garage. I was so stimulated by his body and his personality. Although I desired him, I saw his wedding band, and I tried to cancel him out of my mind. I had been making a complete fool out of myself to this blond hair, blue-eyed god. I knew I should hang up, but was frozen with embarrassment and desire. I waited for his next move.

"You still there, Dick?" He said to me.

"Yes, Mike, I am still here, but I must apologize for the stupid blunder and the fool I have made of myself. I." I was starting to apologize when he suddenly interrupted me.

"That's `SIR' when you talk to me, you fucking cock sucker. That's SIR, and don't you forget it!" he continued in a commanding tone.

" Now here is what we are going to do: My wife is out of town for the rest of this week, and you are going to get your fucking hot ass over here and serve your new master. Do you hear me? You have my home address from the business card I left you. I only live a few blocks from you, so I will expect you here within the hour and no excuses. You will be ready to serve me in all the ways you mentioned to me over the phone, and then I have a few more ideas of my own. Did you understand that? Punk? Get your ass over here. Now!" Mike said, then he hung up the phone.

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