Walking Home

James felt so sexy. Every step he took was like the best sex. Sir was so smart and powerful. James wanted to show Sir how sexy he was, but Sir said to wait. So James walked next to Sir, moaning loudly, loving the looks he got.

James didn't know where they were going. James didn't care. He was having sex, looking sexy, and Sir was going to sex him up. What else did James need?

Sir lived in a tall building. James wanted to blow Sir in the elevator, but Sir said wait. James loved obeying Sir. Sir was so smart.

Sir's home was big. Lots of big windows. More than James could count. James imagined that people could see him, even this high up. James liked being sexy for people. James turned from the windows to see Sir; Sir had taken off his pants, and James saw Sir's cock for the first time. It looked delicious. James dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. Sir walked up to James, dick hanging free, and put one hand on James' head.

"James, before I let you blow me, I have something I want to say."