My black, Top Experience - Sex Stories

My black, Top Experience

Mark, or Markie to his friends, was showing me round the third house of the afternoon and making a good job of it too. He worked for Masters and Barn, a local estate agent, and I had asked for him specifically when I had booked the three appointments.

Why? Because I had been attracted to him last week when he had shown me Lincoln Mews. And despite the age difference, or perhaps because of it, I felt he was attracted to me too.

My name is Andy. a fortyfive year old secondary school teacher specialising in physical education in a sixth form boys college. I like to work my students hard, get them sweating and exhausted before encouraging them into the shower. As they are all over eighteen and technically adults, I had no qualms about joining them for a long, hot shower at the end of a session. But that is a story for another day.

Markie was a tall slim, twenty four year old, fresh out of Uni. He had specialised in Sports Science, specifically male team ball games like rugby, football and soccer. He was six foot two, fit and toned and, my special weakness, he was black.

We had hit it off instantly and he responded to my casual flirting as I complimented him on his muscled physique and good looks, the cut of his suit (tight in all the right places, and some wrong ones) and his captivating smile.

Fuck, I wanted him,

Whenever he got close enough for me to smell his cologne, deodorant or hair gell, I got instantly hard. Scent did something to me. Any smells ...

... could do it. The smell of the locker room was a good one and a dirty used jock could get me leaking in an instant, so it was no surprise that being around Markie had me hard as wood.

"Hey, are we gonna see the master bedroom," I asked with a raise of my eyebrows.

"Or you gonna save that for your special clients?"

"Hey Mr Andy, you know you get a kick out of seeing another guys bed. You just wanna get in there and snuggle down don't you."

Markie grinned as he spoke. He couldn't be persuaded to drop the "Mr" title but was clearly getting more and more comfortable with me. and I was enjoying it more and more too.

"You are one of my special clients," he retorted with another grin.

"I'm giving you the deluxe package. Anything you want you just have to ask for it."

He smirked at me, almost daring me to carry on. And that's just what I did.

"Markie, you know there's only one package I'm interested in, and that's what you're hiding between your legs." I smirked back at him and moved closer, getting another whiff of his man odour.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were scared of me." I raised my eyebrows enquiringly.

"And if I didn't know better," he immediately quipped back," I'd say you were flirting with me, again, and you aren't interested in any of the houses I've shown you this afternoon. You just wanna get into my pants. Right?"

He chuckled as I lowered my eyes and blushed slightly.

"Mm. You got me," I said, looking up as I batted my ...