Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 13:44:50 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: Encounter with a stranger Authoritarian-Encounters

			 Encounter with a Stranger
				    By
			      Alfredo Garcia

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Last night I drank too much. I only slept an hour and now walk the town in
a hazy stupor and with a monstrous sexual arousal. I feel weak and helpless
and need somebody to take me in their arms, to use me, and perhaps hurt
me. I don't know really what I need, but it is so powerful that I can
barely move.

At this hour the park is empty, and I look for a bench to sit. In the
distance I see one but also a shadowy figure heading towards it.  I
hesitate, as he will reach it before me but something draws me forward. At
bench he stops and watches my approach. It is a powerful man with dark skin
and a broad face, high forehead, mustache, big nose. He could be Turkish,
Indian or perhaps African. A shiver of fear passes through me as he stands
and stares. For a moment I think I should avoid him. I look around and see
no one. We are alone in the park. I do not know what he wants from me, nor
what I want from him, but we attract like a magnets.

A couple of meters from him I stop and look into his eyes that burn with a
strange intensity.  A voice inside me tells me to flee but I do not want to
leave though I shake with fear.  I am first to avert my eyes but then sit
meekly on the end of the bench, and stare into the distance.  He sits at
the other end in silence.  I know that he is looking me and this excites
me. At last he moves close and I feel the heat of his body. I wait for an
endless minute, until he puts an arm on my shoulders and his energy flow
into me. I sit motionless, staring straight ahead and swallow my
saliva. His other hand comes to rest on my knee.  My penis hardens as his
hand slowly moves up my thigh and touches the bulge in my crotch.  "Ah yes"
he purrs as he feel the hardness through my pants. He unbuttons the top of
my shirt, baring my smooth chest. His big, rough and warm hand is caresses
my skin. I swallow again.  His other hand grips me firmly and I let him
control me. The touch of his fingers hardens my nipples. My penis is
swollen and bent in my pants.  Still I do not move a muscle. His tongue is
licks my neck, probing my ear.  He pinches one of my nipples hard making me
wince in pain but I do not resist or flee from him. One of his fingers
caresses my parted lips, then it is inserted into my mouth, playing with my
tongue in silence. I understand and begin to suck and gently lick his
finger. Then he puts two fingers that reach the back of my throat and it
causes me gag.  "NO!" he barks and pushes them in again to let me know I
must accept them.  Then he moves them around inside my mouth exploring its
folds and passages. He nibbles my ear, and I moan with pleasure. Again he
pinches my nipple even harder this time making me cry out.  He smiles then
he tenderly caresses me like a lamb as I lick his fingers.
 I still with my eyes closed, but I guess we're not alone. He whips out his
fingers of my mouth and tell to someone yells go away. I open my eyes, two
men look at us as about 30 feet.  They turn and retreat at his command.
 "Come", he says and grabs me by the hand, and leads me like a child who
might want to run away.  For a moment I think about trying to escape. He
seems to sense it and lets go of my hand and stops. I look into his eyes,
his face reassures me. With the back of one hand he caresses my cheek, then
he offers me his hand. I take it, and we walk together. Just the touch of
him thrills me as my pinched nipples tingle and me penis fills with blood.

He takes me to an old tool shed in the distant corner of the park and
closes the door. It is dark inside and I grope about and steady myself on
the uneven floor. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I find a metal pipe
over my head, I grab it with both hands. He begins to undress me, first the
shirt, then the shoes and socks, I collaborate and raised my legs so he can
remove my pants and underpants until I am quite naked.  He withdraws and I
search about and in the corner I see his silhouette against a small window
crusted with dirt and spider webs. I need his big warm hand on my skin
about I watch as he slowly strips himself revealing his splendid body and
monstrous cock.
 Finally he stands naked and steps behind me as I shake holding anxiously
onto the pipe above my head. I feel the warmth of his skin next to me and
his hot breath on my neck, then the press of his chest on my back, and his
hard cock wedged between my buttocks.  A shiver of pleasure runs through me
as his hands caress my erect nipples, and my throat. I let out a sharp gasp
that might come from a young boy rather than of a man.

Like a child in his arms, I feel his power. I turn my head looking for his
lips, and my boldness is answered with a sharp slap on my ass. I would have
fallen were it not for the pipe that I grip with both hands. I learn that I
must follow and not lead. He is the man, and now I ache to touch his
powerful body and attempt to hug him bit am rebuffed with a stinging
blow. But then he comforts caressing my abdomen and buttocks. He presses
against me hold our breasts together, making our penises tangle. He seeks
my lips and lest my tongue enter his mouth. He sucks my tongue and I sucked
his.  So we are two lovers, pressing our bodies against each other, our
lips, our cocks.  Darkness cloaks the most exquisite sensations. When I do
something he does not like, he withdraws, and with one hand twists my
penis. I cry of pain, his masculinity does not accept another penis. I have
to convince him that my penis is a passive and that never will compete with
his.

He makes his way all around me as I hold on to the pipe above my head. His
hands explore my arms, legs, penis, testicles and face. His fingers press
into the crack of my ass, and then enter my mouth.  He forces a finger to
the back of my mouth gathering saliva to penetrate my anus to stroke my
prostate. My penis is leaking precum, his other hand twisting my nipples,
and I cannot stop moaning. When I'm about to cum, he pulls his fingers and
forces me knees. His cock hard and dripping, slashing my cheeks, I take it
in my hands, kiss, caress it, lick it.  The length of it in my mouth
pressed to the bottom of my throat, gagging me. He holds my head till my
panic fades and stays there quietly penetrating my throat. Then slowly he
starts to fuck my mouth.  I breathe with difficulty, but I've learned, and
his entire penis presses again and again in my throat, lubricated with
saliva and mucus. I come alive and caress his balls as and his body odor
permeates my nostrils.  I want him to cum to taste him, to drink him down.
I sense he is about to cum, but at that moment he pull his penis from my
throat, and turns me. I feel his cock touching my anus, and then, little by
little, he slowly begins penetration. His penis is wet from my mouth, but
it hurts, and I think he will not be able to get it into me, I'm too tight
for his cock. I make one last effort and I open as much as I can, and I
feel like my sphincter finally relent, and gradually his penis begins the
long slow entry into my body. Sunk deep as it can go, he is still but I
feel his breathing against my ear, and our skins are glued by sweat. I
inhale and silently smile in the dark.  The hangover is already far away
and kind of bliss has taken its place. He kisses my neck, and now gently
caresses me sweetly, my legs, my chest, my testicles, my erect penis. With
his fingers he feeds me the precum that flows from my penis. I lick it
thirstily and beg for more as I contract my ass around his cock. A sharp
slap on my buttocks, and he begins one interminably slow in-out, while
twisting my nipples. Where does come the pleasure that engulfs me?  As he
slowly thrusts into me, I feel full, complete, desired, loved, and
accepted. I surrender to this immensely pleasurable sensation that
overpowers my soul. Within me moves another body, a body that gives me
pleasure as I give pleasure to him. He rules over me, takes possession of
me.  My anus, accepts, cherishes, and gives pleasure to the erect and
excited shaft that will give sharp and brutal explosion of orgasm.  When I
think that he is going to cum, its motion stops, I feel he is trying to
delay his orgasm. At the edge of the abyss, I collaborate with and stay
completely still, the smallest contraction in my anus, would cast him down.
He is breathing hard, rhythmically, and I smile back happily in the
dark. Now he whispers in my ear words of love.  I compress my sphincter,
and he responds with a slap on my buttocks. I turn my head looking his
lips. I kiss him, he kisses me, our tongues caressing, and again his hard
tongue presses between my lips. My mouth now mimics my ass, and he fucks me
now by mouth as his cock hard and hot stands still inside me, filling me
completely. His hands begin slowly masturbating me, taking me to the edge,
while continuing shelling exciting words in my ear.  I want the time
prolonged indefinitely, but I make the mistake of compressing my sphincter,
and the pleasure machine starts up increasingly faster, stronger, more
intense.  I will cum without anyone touching me, spewing my semen in
violent spurts that arch through the air from my rampant cock and spray
over the ground.  Yes, yes, it comes in waves and I emit agonizing cry of
pleasure as I empty myself.  My lover thrusts hard into me, and his orgasm
joins the last spasms of my own, helping to empty the whole.  His cry,
hoarse and strong, merges with mine sharp and weak. Dazed but still
conjoined we sink to the floor.

We lie together silent still. His cock inside me, we listen to the fall of
rain on the roof of the shed. I turn my face looking his kisses.  He pulls
his cock abruptly out of my body and I have a sudden fear I will lose
him. But no, he does not rise and leave but turns me and raising my legs he
enters me again.  My eyes, now adjusted to the dark, see his face serious
but beautiful. I smile, I caress him, pinching his nipples, wrap my legs
around his waist to incite him more.  Gradually it returns the battle, this
time more relaxed, lying on the ground, kisses and hugs, words of love,
moans, sobs and tears, the two bodies with the same single purpose,
pleasure, pleasure, pleasure deep, strenuous, such happiness in the
darkness so perfectly aligned.  We both cum in wrenching orgasmic upheaval,
bursting forth in a synchronized surges.

I fall asleep and wake alone in the shed. I dress myself, I open the door,
I do not see anyone. It has stopped raining, but the leaves of the plants
are wet and shine, and the smell of oleander and wet earth is everywhere.



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