“Come in,” he said, in a gruff Mancunian accent.
It was the only accent he could do, so it was his default in these situations. He couldn’t risk someone recording his voice and working out who he was. Why he lived like this, he still didn’t know. His father had been a homophobic arsehole and had been physically abusive when Edward had questioned his sexuality in his late teens. He’d stopped him from going to Oxford, demanding he go to a local university and live at home instead. It had tarnished his university experience, as he hadn’t been allowed to go out after his lectures, so he’d made no friends. The same approach had been taken when he was a trainee solicitor. Once he was fully qualified and earning enough money, he was out the door, but he was twenty-three at that point, and so deeply in the closet he didn’t know any other way to be.
Edward’s mother had known he was gay, even though he’d never confirmed it to her. She’d dropped enough hints that he could talk to her anytime if something was bothering him. Edward hadn’t wanted to burden her with keeping it a secret from his father, though, and have her suffer under his hand because of him.
His father had kept on at him until the day he’d died about Edward needing to carry on the family line, as it was his duty. That wouldn’t be happening now. Not that he couldn’t have kids with another man, but he was about totake on the biggest job in the country and couldn’t think about anything else right now. And in a few years he’d be too old to start a family.
Why he was thinking about his father when he was about to get a good fucking from TwinkTop8, he wasn’t sure. Edward just hoped the guy lived up to his own hype.
“Are you my silver fox sub?” said a gorgeous voice.
Edward hadn’t been sure what to expect, but it hadn’t been such a deep voice. He’d assumed, based on how he looked in his photos, that he’d have a higher pitch. That was a huge stereotype, he knew that, and he should feel bad, but that voice had made his cock swell instantly, causing his inner monologue to be silenced.
“And you must be the twink top,” said Edward.
“You didn’t prep, did you?”
“No sir.”
“You don’t need to call me sir.”
“Do you object if I do?”
“Not at all. Get your clothes off, so I can feel what I’m working with.”
Edward shed everything he was wearing, being careful to fold it up and put it to one side, off the floor. You did not know what could be down there. He wouldn’t be the first person fucked in here tonight, or the last. Best he didn’t think too much about that, though. If someone came in here with a blue light, it would probably make him heave.
His mystery man moved towards him and gripped Edward’s cock hard. He almost came on the spot.
“Packing some nice girth yourself, aren’t you, my little slut boy?”
Edward snorted.
“Yeah, that sounded better in my head,” the guy said with a chuckle. “Get on your knees. I want to eat your hole before I fuck you.”
“You need to stop talking like that, or it’ll be over too quickly.”
“I thought you liked dirty talk, slut boy... no, still doesn’t work.”
“Yeah, I think myboydays are far behind me.”
“Slutmandoesn’t quite have the same ring to it.”
Edward couldn’t help laughing. It wasn’t something he usually did during sex, but then it was rare that any of the guys spoke a word to him, unless it was about how big their cock was.
The guy grunted and gave Edward’s cock another tug and a twist before letting go. The sound of him unbuckling his own belt prompted Edward to get on the rubber mattress, which was on the floor. Such a classy place. He didn’t even want to think about how the public would react to knowing this was what their future prime minister got up to on a Friday night. It would be déjà vu of all the political sex scandals in the nineties, but gayer.
Before he could go into an unhelpful thought spiral about his father again, his cheeks were pulled apart and a warm, wet tongue licked against his hole, causing him to moan. He’d only been rimmed once before, and it had been nothing like this. Most guys he met wanted him to already be prepped before they arrived, and they just fucked him and left. Or they didn’t bother with prep and just suited up and forced their way in, which would feel great but he’d regret it for the following few days. TwinkTop8 had been adamant that Edward didn’t prep himself, as he wanted to do it.
Every hair on his body was standing up as pleasure pulsed through him with each lick of the guy’s tongue. Edward had experienced nothing like it. Being in the pitch black elevated the intensity, with his other senses compensating for his lack of sight. He could smell the the young man’s aftershave. It was a woody and citrus blend, which shouldn’t work as amasculine scent, but it did. The guy might look twinky in his pictures, but he was the dominant one now, and Edward was powerless on his knees with his arse in the air. He resisted touching his aching cock because he knew it would be over the second he did, and Edward desperately wanted to know if the guy fucked as well as he rimmed.
A finger entered him alongside the tongue, and he felt his body relax. He was so ready for this. He was constantly under pressure with his job, and it was hard to switch his brain off from something that was twenty-four seven. To focus only on pleasure instead of politics was just what he needed right now. This guy knew how to stop his brain from spinning, and that was just with his tongue and a finger.
Two slicked-up fingers entered him. Slowly at first, but Edward focussed on his breathing and relaxed his muscles. The guy didn’t waste any time as he thrust them in and out, brushing against his prostate ever so slightly. It was enough to send jolts of pleasure through his body and make his cock throb, but not enough to bring him to the edge. This guy knew exactly what he was doing.
“Please, please, I’m ready,” Edward begged.
“You’ll be ready when I say. I’m not gonna go easy on you once my cock’s inside you. Be patient for a bit longer. You’ll thank me later.”
