He was blocking most of the early morning sun, his arms crossed and his sneering grin, clear to see. I craned my neck to look up at the large figure of a man in a satellite-repair company uniform. 'Wh-who.?' Rubbing my eyes in disbelief, the embarrassment yet to dawn on me, 'Who.Why are you in my room?' I said as the dark blue mass in front of me started to come into focus. 'Does he know how much you'd like to 'suck his cock'.' The deep voice boomed at me once again with a slight chuckle of mockery. Trying to adjust to the light, I could just make out a dark blue blur standing at the foot of my bed. 'And who is Mr Hitchins I wonder?' The deep, rumbling voice broke my reverie and my eyes shot open. Each time bringing myself to the point of release, then stopping, the thrill of coming so close, driving me on. My hand caressed my own hard cock through the satiny sheets covering my body. 'Oh Mr Hitchins, I want to suck your big cock.' I said, rolling around under my sheets, oblivious to the cold world outside.
