I took my orange juice into the living room and began to empty my pockets onto my end table. Keys, wallet...wallet... my wallet had fallen open and I gasped. There...where my id should be...it wasn't. My id!! I remembered the wink... "see you soon" HOLY SHIT! He'd taken my id! He knew where I lived!
As the thought crossed my mind I heard a knock on the door. I paused...no way. thoughts raced through my mind. Do I answer it? Was it him? My heart raced, was I excited? NO I couldn't be excited. I wasn't gay...I didn't want this!
Another knock. Did it sound more assertive? Could a knock be more assertive? My heart fluttered...my ass puckered and flexed. What had he done to me? I really was his bitch. A breeze caught the wet spot on my shorts, cold and wet. Oh it had been so warm. Slowly I eased my way to the door. I felt my cock begin to harden with excitement. Like a kid at Christmas about to see what Santa brought me. A million thoughts ran through my mind. When I opened the door, there he stood. Daddy...the old ma--- fuck it, Daddy stood there. "Hi...are you going to invite me in?"
(to be cont...)
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