When it was all over and we were on our way back home, I became sick to my stomach when Charles informed me that we can never repeat couples. I remember feeling like someone who thought they had won the lottery only to have the commission say oops, it seems there was some kind of mistake. That night I was overwhelmed with raw emotions. This stranger had peeled back layers and layers of sexual inhibitions for me. In the days, weeks and months that followed I began to yearn for him. But we never saw Philip and Mercedes again.

About three weeks later, we did Kim and Kevin, then Daniel and Sam, followed by Roger and Sonia. But they were just stand-ins for the real thing. I soon realized that I would never find another Philip, not at the parties we frequented. And after a while, Charles had lost interest in the swinging clubs all together. I was devastated. Here he had turned me on to a world of secret possibilities and he was no longer interested.

That’s when I turned to the Internet. Images of Philip forcefully taking me from behind haunted me. With every stroke of the key, every dip into chat rooms, I longed to find him or his twin.

I lucked out and found a group that fit me just right: Closet freaksdotcom. It’s where I met John, Steve, Eric, Nate and Bruce. I also met Melvin, Calvin, Brian and Juan.

It was cool, easy and most important, discreet. Once you became a member of the club, you type in your zip code and you’re instantly hooked up with people who live within a 300-mile radius. You meet in the chat room. Then, if you start feeling someone’s vibe, you request to go private. After that, you and your new friend go into a private chat room alone and negotiate hooking up. Most of the action happened within days. This thing didn’t drag out for weeks, we were fuckers who were looking to get fucked. You hook up, fuck, then move on. No strings whatsoever.

Bruce’s profile was alluring. He boasted his skills in the bedroom like it was a badge of honor. He was tall, like Philip. I started to get happy. They were the same complexion, similar build and both wore size 13½ shoes.

I just knew I had hit the jackpot once again. Bruce and I agreed to hook up in these abandoned row houses near downtown. The only people who frequented the area were druggies and other undesirables. This was not typically my style, but once in heat, I didn’t mind. I had been creaming all day thinking about my rendezvous.

Bruce asked me to forget the bra and wear crotchless thongs, the kind where the string ran up my ass. So by the time I arrived, it was slippery wet between my thighs and my nipples were hard.

We didn’t waste any time. He looked me up and down then said, “Damn, you’re fine too.”

I followed him to a house near the middle of the row. We glanced around in both directions before he forced his way through the rickety door. The house was small, smelled rank and there were several rotted areas on the floor. Bruce pulled out a flashlight and walked into a back room. I was right on his tail. A rodent scampered across the floor, I jumped. Our heads snapped toward a nearby window with a view of a couple arguing.

“Okay, this looks good,” he said.

I just shrugged. Truth be told, I just needed room to lie on my back and spread my legs. We could’ve fucked in the car, for all I cared.

“This is the shit! My dick is so hard right now,” Bruce teased. He stroked his crotch for good measure.

I was so looking forward to getting the shit fucked out of me. I tugged at my spring trench coat, and he stopped me.

“No, not yet, lemme find us a spot.”

I watched as he walked over to a corner, kicked some debris out of the way, then spread a blanket he had brought.

When that was done, he sat back on the blanket; he used two flashlights to illuminate the room. I shed my coat and stood in front of him wearing stacked-heel boots, my crotchless thong and tassels taped to my nipples.

“Fuck, you are fine, and that body is banging.” He rubbed his crotch again. “Here, turn around, lemme see that ass!”

I turned, but wondered when I’d see some action. I wanted dick in me and I wanted it bad. I didn’t come for a damn fashion show. I had told Charles I’d only be gone two hours.

“Yes, see, that’s what I like, when the string is buried so deep between your cheeks. That shit is a real turn-on. Just stand there for a minute.”

I frowned when I heard what sounded like him beating his meat. When he moaned, I tried to turn around.

“Oh, no! Not yet, wait, just a sec,” he cried. “Shake it for me,” he begged, his deep baritone suddenly replaced by a shrieking sound.

Something didn’t feel right, but still, I jiggled my ass and rubbed my cheeks for good measure.

“Aaaaaah, shit!”

I turned around to see that Bruce had cum all over himself. I was livid. I looked at him, frowning, then stepped closer.

“What’s going on?” I asked. I thought maybe that’s how he got down, you know, needed to release first, then his shit would be rock hard so I could get mine, properly.

“Here, come sit next to me, lemme hold you. That was good,” he said, actually breathing hard.

Twenty minutes later, Bruce’s dick was still limp. I took it into my mouth, what there was of it, and nothing.

“Um, I d

idn’t think you were actually gonna suck it,” he said. “That’s not gonna work. I just needed to believe you were gonna do it, and now that you have, I’m afraid it won’t do a thing.”

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