I liked the effect my ‘costume’ was having on him. I decided I’d leave it on while we started. In this kind of situation I knew that it would be a while before he got to touch me anyway and it was pretty exhilarating to be part satyr. When we walked into my apartment I think he was a little surprised at the surroundings.
I was lucky enough to not have roommates to deal with. The family had plenty of money from way back and Mom didn’t think my dealing with non-witches looking over my shoulder all the time was the kind of life lesson I needed. Bless her heart. Because of that, I was able to keep an apartment that didn’t look like a college crap-house. No posters on the wall curling down around thumbtacks marred my walls. There were a few pieces of art hanging. The furniture matched and was clean. There weren’t dishes in the sink. There were candles everywhere. It was impressive for an 18 year old and it went to work on Calvus immediately.
“Michael, take your shoes off at the door. When you are done come take mine off for me.” I’d already sat down on the sofa and put my feet up. He did as he was told. He didn’t manage to hide the cringe when I called him by his birth name, though. That one hit the mark. “Now, strip down to your underwear.”
And he did. I was very turned on by all of this. I’d never played this kind of scene out during sex. Normally my taking over was in meetings or work groups for classes. It was a bit of a defense mechanism in those situations. This was different, though. This felt good. It felt good to have this guy standing in front of me in nothing but a jock strap rubbing his dick. He evidently thought that’s what underwear were. I was glad.
“Did I tell you to touch your cock? Take your hands off of it.” Having watched a lot of porn was finally paying off. “Kneel on the floor but don’t come any closer to me. I want to see what you’ll look like if you get to suck my dick.”