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Chapter 9

Sabastian

Ihad to have beendesperate when I walked into Cameron’s hotel room.I didn’t know if that was his real name, but then I’d given him my middle name, a name no one knew me as.All my followers knew me as Sabastian.

After Cameron confessed about having a crush on Sabastian, I felt uneasy about his intentions, although he made them clear to me—he wanted me in his bed.He didn’t specify whether it was under or over him.I went by instincts although they might have been a little rusty because I couldn’t remember the last time I had a lover.

And Robby didn’t count.That was a spur of the moment thing with too much wine, too little restraint, and too many romantic movies.We woke the next morning, took a look at each other naked in the same bed, and bolted from each other.It took weeks to forget that brief un- pleasant encounter.

I didn’t know what I expected from Cameron, I just didn’t want to be involved with a man who someday would become uneasy about how I put myself out in the media for others to criticize or adore.I had to get used to being in the public eye, and that took some time doing.

I was sure that would disturb anyone, especially if they guarded their privacy.I didn’t want to take the chance of admitting who I was, because this man was so damned handsome beyond my imagination, and for him to be interested in me, well, that stroked my ego and made my cock weep with anticipation of seeing him, and that was why I stood at his door filled with the eagerness of a teenage boy, and the apprehension of a young man who had too many bad dates.

Nevertheless, I felt safe around him, more so than I had before with any other men I’d dated.This man appeared to be a man of means if he had access to over a thousand dollar a night suite at a hotel in the richest area of Houston where millionaires were a dime a dozen.

Who spent that kind of money on a stranger whom he didn’t know.The only thing was he obviously wanted to fuck and not have a stimulating conversation as he’d previously said.Maybe he was weird,I thought.

I could do weird.

Nevertheless, we both wanted the same thing.To be in someone’s arms we liked, to be inside someone we were attracted to, and to be with someone we thought we could have a relationship with and fall in love.That’s what it was all about.Love.Finding that true connection where it would eventually turn into mutual love and respect.

However, I had been put off because he had been obsessed with me.Not the me in front of him, but the Sabastian who pretended for the camera.I toyed with the idea of telling him that it was me whom he’d seen on the social media sites, but I didn’t want to ruin my night with questions.

I had been attracted to the man when I locked eyes with him, when I strolled over to tell him why I refused his drink.When I showed up at his hotel door, I still had to convince myself I wanted to do more than talk.And I had all these questions about why me?

It could have been worse as it had been in the past, I told myself before I rang his bell.I could have been fucking in a car or limo with a stranger, but instead this man secured a hotel room and perhaps it was, as he had stated, “We can talk.We don’t have to end up in bed.We can get to know each other first,” he’d said, convincing me that this had been all he wanted.

In my eagerness and hunger, I didn’t wait for conversation, I went to my knees like the unsophisticated, inexperienced out of my league impulsive fool I turned out to be.I couldn’t wait to be seduced.I couldn’t wait to get to know him first.

I should have paused and found out if he wanted a blowjob.But like a young eager dude I went all in.I wasn’t ready for prime time.I wasn’t ready for the big time.I was too damn eager, and no man wanted someone who threw themselves on him, especially one who could go on to the next boy willing to do anything for a rich dude like him.

I acted desperate.I didn’t think about the long game.

I was looking for a connection between us, and I found it.That was why I went to my knees the minute I saw he was naked under that robe, because I fell into an age old trap—being too willing.I’d forgotten the old adage— the race is not for the quickest, but to the steady and patient man.

It could have been worse if I’d made the wrong decision.This man who was older was in good shape.Taller and he appeared stronger than me, and if he wanted he could have overpowered me, tied me up and done things to me against my will.I had heard stories from my friends about how I should be careful with men I didn’t know.

At this point I didn’t care.It was something about him, and I trusted this man.I wanted him and that was why I didn’t wait for any confessions or apologies, I went to my knees and took his cut cock into my mouth, and sucked and jerked.It had been a while since I’d done this and I wasn’t sure he’d respond the way I expected, but he gave me more than I expected.He shot his load in my mouth sooner that I wanted.I wanted to savor his body.Before I could lick his balls and play with his hole, his cum was dripping from my mouth.

That was when he invited me to go to bed with him.I’d been pleasantly surprised and frankly misread him.When you were in your twenties you thought that any man over the age of thirty or thirty-five would have a hard time getting a hard on.I guessed I’d fallen into believing that gossip.I didn’t know what I didn’t know and went along with what my friends had said.These were friends like Robby, and what he didn’t know you could fill an empty underground well.

What I learned about Cam, thirty-five or forty was the new thirty.He had patience with me because I realized too late was he had been tight because he was a top.In my eagerness to please him, maybe he wanted to please me.He thought I enjoyed sucking cock which I did, but not everyone and on the first date if you could call it that.

He was a handsome man and I thought he would have a hard time getting his length hard, but as soon as I captured that wonderful cock in my mouth, my dick wanted him, I wanted him.I sucked him down my throat, held on to his hard thighs, and when I felt precum drizzle down my throat, I pulled away and sucked his balls as I rolled them in my mouth with him jerking his needy cock after moaning from the loss of my warm mouth.

With his balls in my mouth, my tongue moved and I felt him tighten his thighs and I knew he was ready for me.I pulled away and spat on my fingers and inserted it inside his hole.He was so tight I knew he hadn’t had a man in a long time.It never occurred to me then he would want to fuck me.I thought he needed me to fuck him and like that he wouldn’t soon forget me.I didn’t know where and how far this relationship would go, but I was all in at this point.I’d make away to see him if I had to travel wherever to be with him.

What I didn’t expect was—he was interested in me, not for that one night, but for more nights when he asked me to go home with him.When my head caught up to the reality of what was happening, and I realized then I wasn’t in a position to be free.I had a new job and I couldn’t take off an hour more, less tell them I couldn’t be ready to work that Monday.

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