In the middle of December I met a much older guy at his very plush large house. He'd contacted me on a web site for gay men to hook up. He wanted me to enter his home, get myself hard and fuck him from behind, without him seeing who it was who pounding his ass.
I did as I was asked geting ther about ten in the morning. He was already naked and prepped. So already hard from the anticipation, I lowered my jeans and boxers, put on a condom and quite litterally fucked him stupid for over quarter of an hour. Standing up when I was about to cum he closed his eyes and I shot my load all over his face.
I left, giving him my cell number.
At an interview three weeks ago I saw the very same guy. He's married and has two kids. They apparently were at her mothers house for the day, hence him wanting sex at his very nice home.
I got the job once I'd asked him if he had a tattoo of a scorpion on his lower back. When he asked how I knew, I asked him to ring the number he'd been given at his house. My phone rang and the rest they say is history.
I know he's married, but I just help fucking his tight ass after work when everyone else has left for home. It's a job with quite a few perks and one I just know will go well for me.