TwinkTop8:Do you want me to split you open with my thick cock? Have you barely able to walk after I wreck your hole?
SilverFoxSubDL:Fuck. Yes, I can be your little cum slut!
Milo was hard as a rock on the bus, and the constant vibration of the engine was doing nothing to calm things down. The bus was at Warren Street, so he could get off here and walk to Kings Cross and meet this anonymous guy in a dark room, or go to the other guy’s flat, who had shared his address and a face picture. His brain knew what he should do. His cock, driven by the vodka, had other ideas, but he was sticking to the plan. He didn’t want to close the door on the silver-fox sub, though, so he sent another message.
TwinkTop8:Is The Back Room where you usually meet guys?
SilverFoxSubDL:I know it’s weird, but I need anonymity and discretion. There’s no wife and kids or anything like that, but I’m not out and I need to keep things DL because of my job.
TwinkTop8:I need to get home tonight as I’ve had a few drinks and I want to be fully alert when I rail you. Can we keep in touch? I don’t live far from King’s Cross.
SilverFoxSubDL:Of course. It’s a shame, as I’m already prepped and stretched for you. Can you at least show me what that eight-inch cock looks like so I know what I’m missing out on.
TwinkTop8:[sends cock pics]
SilverFoxSubDL:Fuck! I could ride that beast for hours. You want to hear something funny?
TwinkTop8:Always!
SilverFoxSubDL:Your cock is the same size as the difference between our heights!
Milo looked at his profile and saw the silver fox was six feet two, so he was right. Milo wasn’t sure what point he was making, but he couldn’t help but smile.
SilverFoxSubDL:A short, younger guy with a gigantic cock taking control is my biggest turn-on.
Milo groaned in frustration, but he’d decided. Tonight wasn’t the night for taking a risk. He just wanted to get laid and fuck out months of frustration. He said goodnight to silver fox and confirmed the breed-me guy, who was thankfully still online. That would have been a bitch if he’d suddenly ghosted Milo.
Once he was in Holloway, he hopped off the bus and used the map on his phone to walk to the street the guy’s flat was on. He lived in one of the newer blocks, and as soon as he pressed the buzzer, the door clicked open. That was trusting, but maybe the guy was just horny. Hopefully they could skip the small talk and get straight to it. Milo didn’t want to get home too late. His body would automatically wake up at six o’clock regardless of when he went to bed. Milo knocked on the door, and a few seconds later it opened. At least the guy looked exactly like his pictures. That was a promising start.
“You’ve got to be fucking joking!” said the guy.
“Excuse me?” asked Milo, his heart sinking.
“You’re a short arse. You said you were a top.”
“I am a top.”
“Yeah right. Get fucked!”
The guy slammed the door in his face. Milo was bombarded with a mix of emotions, from fury to shame. His height was on his profile, so it wasn’t his fault if people didn’t read. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to him, although never so rudely and brutally. He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t be doing that here. He made his way back out onto the street and started walking back towards the high street. A bus going back to Camden would be along soon. It looked like he’d made the wrong decision tonight. He pulled out his phone and reopened the app, only to discover his silver fox was offline. Fuck. His. Life!
CHAPTER 2
EDWARD
“The Right Honourable Edward Chivington for you, Prime Minister.”
“Thank you, Louis. Eddie, come in, take a seat.”
The PM was one of only a few people who still called him Eddie. Not that he didn’t like the name, but when he’d entered politics, several people had suggested Eddie sounded a bit too common so he should drop the nickname. In those days, other people easily persuaded him. If it had happened now, he would have told them to piss off. The prime minister and Edward’s mother had been best friends, so she’d known him in his former life– politics was a small world– but his mum had been gone for fifteen years now, so had never seen her best friend become prime minister. She’d been in the role for just over eight years now, and he had a feeling he knew what this meeting was about. He took a seat in the lounge area of her office, and she handed him a neat whiskey. It was evening, so he didn’t feel guilty about drinking it. Besides, it had been a hectic week with the party conference, but now they were back in London and regular parliamentary business resumed next week.
“I’ll get straight to the point, Eddie. I’m done. Ready to call it quits.”
“I thought you might say that, Liv.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him for shortening her name, which he rarely did when they were in a professional setting. It was what his mum had called her.
“The plan is to step down in the new year. My ten-year anniversary as party leader is in February, so that seems as good a time as any. That will give you just over a year to make your mark before the general election and avoid the public grumbling for too long that you’re an unelected PM.”
