Although the door had closed between us, I felt like a whole new world of possibilities had been opened up. I spent a restless night in bed, waking up multiple times from sexy dreams with my cock straining in its cage. Every dream was about a faceless black man who was using me six ways to Sunday. It was one of those dreams where I just knew it was Terry, even though I never saw his face. Each time I calmed down and drift...

It was too good to be true. My daughter, who lived about three hours away, needed someone to house-sit for her for a couple of weeks. I was quasi-retired and able to do what work I did from “home” (read: anywhere I could get an internet connection). My wife had to pull the old nine-to-five grind at a brick-and-mortar business, so that left me to my own devices. It would be a perfect opportunity to indulge in my true passi...