Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 23:32:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete T. <scratch32836@yahoo.com>
Subject: Good Sub

I saw his ad in CL:

"40's BiMWM looking for NSA hookup while at
convention. Total top here, but that doesn't mean my
buddy won't get his, too.  Can get into domination if
you want, but I'll keep you safe and it sane--no pain,
no humiliation, but you'll def know who's in charge here..."

I don't know why, but something about the ad caught my
eye.  I've never been into that whole "leather chaps
and gear/bondage" routine.  But lately, when my wife
and I are going at it (or, more often these days, when
I have to take care of myself in the shower), I keep
getting images of big guys--like the guys on the
football team I used to work with, and later, some of
the burly NCO's in my unit.  At first, flashes of
their builds as they shower (thinking back to when we
all showered up after workouts, or after coming back
from the field').  Then, seeing them getting wood,
standing over me, jackin' it together...or just on me.
 Wierd stuff!  I mean I'm straight, married 17 years,
kids, house in the suburbs and all.  Maybe it's being
the only guy in a house full of females with PMS
(hell, even the dog & cat--and they've been
fixed!)...all that estrogen is rubbing off on me,
messing with my head in a way that even the 2-a-days
on the Bowflex couldn't seem to straighten out.  And
that wet dream last week--hell, I knew it had been too
long since I rubbed on out!  All I know is, I went to
bed frustrated and pissed off, planned on sleeping in;
spent the night tossing and turning; and then wake up
on my belly, boxers (and the bed beneath me, it turned
out) drenched
in jizz.  Usually, you don't remember much about your
dreams--wet or otherwise.  But this one was so vivid,
and so frickin' weird:  I was lying prone, MSG Nelson
pinning me down, my arms and legs spread-eagled, both
of us bare assed naked and wet with sweat. He was
grinding his crotch into my butt crack...I could feel
his boner (he was a big boy, & not just his muscles,
if ya know what I mean--hell, you live with guys and
share showers in the desert for a year, and sooner or
later, nobody has any secrets, what with our peckers
leading the way to the latrine every mornin'.  The
Declaration may read, "all men are created equal", but
that sure isn't true in the Company showers, that's
for damn sure...) Anyway, he's grinding on me (were we
wrestling? practicing ground-fighting?), we're all
naked and slick, and all of a sudden, his prick
connects with my asshole, hangs up there, and
then-wham! He's driving up me on the next thrust!  All
man & a yard wide...and balls-deep into me in one
thrust!

That's the last thing I remember before I woke up
dripping wet & pubes matted with my own jizz, and had
to shower up, change my shorts and the bed sheets,
throw all the "evidence" into the washer and remake
the bed before "the girls" got back from church.

I've never done anything with a guy (well, maybe a
little circle jerk action in HS)--so I've got nothing
to compare it to.  But this dream was so vivid, so
frickin' intense, I swear I was walking funny all
morning.  And I don't remember the last time I've cum
that much--or that intensely!

And now, I just can't seem to get that shit outta my
head.

Sure, I've been cruising the personals on CL for fun
(you would not BELIEVE some of the shit I've seen on
there!).  And every once in a while, some babe'll have
her pics posted there that are actually worth
posting...provides a little inspiration of the next
rubout.  So this morning, I'm cooling-down from my
workout, goofing-off on the PC while sucking down my
second cup of coffee, and I got a wild hair, clicked
on the "m2m" tab, and there was that ad...

So I figure, "What the hell...he's from out of town,
I've got the day to myself (I hate Christmas shopping;
I'd rather fork over the credit card and go for a root
canal without Novocaine, than deal with those
crowds)...I won't know him, he doesn't know me, we're
both normal married guys we'll never see each other
again...might as well get it outta my system..." (you
know, all the usual rationalizations, but, hell, it
works for me).

I dash off a quick response, figuring, he won't be
interested in some middle-aged Dad like me, or he's
just a gamer.  But I give it a try.  Not a minute
later, "You have Mail!" chimes up.  That was fast.  He
must be logged on right now.

"You sound like we have a lot in common. I'm
definitely interested, and have time this morning.
You available?  Got a pic?"

He's staying at a big-name chain convention hotel
right near here.  Nice place--not the super luxury,
but solid, upscale business class  nonetheless.  Must
be respectable.  And damn! His pic looked good.  Not
big, necessarily, but still pretty tight at our age.

I didn't have a pic, but since I was in my skivvy
shorts and just finished working out, that wasn't
anything a quick mirror shot with the cell phone cam
couldn't fix.  Not great, but enough to show him I'm
not some fat old geezer.  A quick synch, click
"reply", attach & send.

Again, I've got mail right back.

"I definitely think we're a match!  Got a number I can
call?  Let's do this, man."

Oh, what the hell!  "In for a penny, in for a pound"
as my late Mum used to say.  So I hit him back with my
cell--the personal one with the "number only"
voicemail greeting, not the business one--I'm no fool.

It's like barely off the PC when I hear the mobile
ringing in the bedroom.  I jump up and run to get it
to answer ('cause you never know when the hospital is
calling, and those nurses can be so bitchy if they get
voicemail for the on-call guy).  And that's when I
realize I've sprouted a woody!  Where the hell did
that come from!  I readjust myself with one hand,
while I flip the phone up and to my ear with the
other.  That's better--but only a bit.

"Hey...it's Jack.  This Pete?"

"Huh?  Who?   Oh yeah, sorry about that--didn't figure
you were gonna call that fast!"

The guy sounds pretty normal--no flamer, that's for
sure.  Deep voice, can't quite place the accent.

"Yeah, well, I don't believe in waiting around or
wasting time.  If I've got a goal in mind, I go after
it.  What are you into, Pete?"

"Into?  I'm not sure...I mean...I dunno.  What do you
want to do?  I don't have a whole lot of experience in
this stuff...never done anything like THIS before,
that's for sure. . ."

Shit!  I'm babblin' like a frickin' schoolgirl!  Oh
well, I guess it's pretty much out there now.

"But you've been thinking about it a lot, right?"

"Yeah, you got that right!"

Did I just admit that to a total stranger?  I mean, I
haven't even admitted that to myself...until now.
He's right on the money, though.  What is it about
this guy that got me to do that, anyway?

"You're married, right, Pete?  Me too.  But every once
in a while, when I'm outta town, I like to play around
a bit.  And with another guy, it's
different...fun...sex-play, no-strings-attached.  Not
like it is with the women.  So, you want to come over
and mess around?"

"Ah, yeah--I'd like that, I guess.  What are we going
to do, anyway?"

"You ever been dominated, submitted to another guy,
Pete?  Role play can be hot--'make believe' for big
boys.  Kinda like 'playing Army'...except the guns're
between our legs..."

"Uh, no--I haven't.  I don't think I could keep a
straight face.  I've never really thought much of that
whole 'S&M' business.  I'm not into pain or
humiliation."

"I'm not either, Pete.  It's all about giving up
control, putting yourself and your experience in the
other guy's hands.  Symbolic surrender, not physical
pain.  It's amazing how intense it can be!  And hell,
if you're really not into it, we can always just strip
down to our briefs and have some fun the old fashioned
way.  Wanna come over?"

"Well, I just got done working out...gotta shower and
shave and all...may take me about an hour to get
there."

"That's cool.  I still have to get breakfast yet.  Why
don't you get cleaned up (and you know what I mean by
that, don't you, boy?), and I'll meet you down in the
lobby at 11'"

"Ok, sure--11 it is...lobby...How will I know you?"

"Don't worry...I'll find you.  What will you be
wearing?"

"Ah, I guess (looking over my closet) khaki's, light
blue button down...I've got a moustache..."

"This is an upscale hotel, Pete.  Why don't you wear a
tie and blazer, too."

"Yessir, tie & blazer.  Will do, sir."

("Sir"'  Wherethehell did THAT come from?  I'm
Southern and ex-military and all, but at my level, I'd
pretty much given up all that "sir-ing".  But it just
seemed like a natural, somehow.)

"Oh, and can you bring some lube?  I've got rubbers,
but you'll have to bring the lube if you want it."

"Sure I can bring some lube."  (What's that about?  I
just use hotel hand lotion when I'm jerking off on a
road trip.)

"Good.  See you at 11.  Don't be late."

Click.  Dead air.  Looks like I'm committed now.

Or maybe I should be committed--as in "Baker Act-ed"!

No time to waste.  3 S's on the double.  Trimmed the
pubes, shaved the sack and crack (just feels more
sensitive that way); skip the pit-wipe, leaves a messy
aftertaste; easy on the aftershave, pop the Cialis
(not gonna let "performance anxiety" mess this up--no
boner means I'm the bitch, right?), brush the teeth,
dress, and out the door.  Even stuck a soapy finger up
my tail once or twice, 'cause you never know when ya
might get a good rim job, now
do we?).  Nothin' up there, by the way, but I made
sure to rinse up real well after, and wash that finger
really well too. Don't want a "yuck moment"

I get to his hotel, no problem.  Even get into the
lobby with a few minutes to kill.  Don't want to look
like I don't belong there...he was right about the
jacket & tie, by the way.  Now I look like any number
of other guys in the lobby on their way out to the
convention center.  Must be a show in town or
something.  I sit down, grab a paper, and try  to act
inconspicuous.

My cell rings--11 on the dot.  Man, this guy is anal!
I get my phone to my ear on the third ring.

"You down in the lobby?"

"Yessir, I sure am.  Where are you?  Shall I come up?"

"No need, I see you."  Click.

I see a guy walking up.  Is that him?   About my
height, maybe a few pounds less, a few years younger,
looks early 40's, but in good shape.  Tight.   This
isa man who works out regularly, and always has. Short
haircut, looks amateurish, done-at-home--would be buzz
cut, if it were thicker.  Crisp blue jeans, clean
white tee, open shirt--weekend layered look stuff.
Something about his walk, carriage.  Swagger? Nah, not
really. Confidence.   He looks like a guy who's not
used to taking shit from anybody, somehow. I wonder if
he's military...or a cop.

"Pete?  I'm Jack."

I shake the hand he holds out.  Firm grip...two
businessmen meeting up to go over a proposal.  But
this is like no meeting I've ever taken before, that's
ferdamnsure!

"I see you didn't have any problems finding my hotel.
You made good time." His touch on my left shoulder
ushers me towards the elevators, around the corner,
away from the lobby and the front desk.

"Yessir, I know these hotels pretty well.  My work has
me in and out of this area fairly regularly.  You here
for the convention?"

"Yeah, ITISEC.  This is going to be my only day off,
so I thought I'd make the best of it.  I must say, I'm
not disappointed..."

We're at the elevators.  He's pushed the button,
stepped back, and I can see he's eyeballing me
up-n-down, pretty intently.  I return the favor.

"So, you still think you wanna go through with this?
No pressure, but here's your chance to back out, if
you want to."

"Not just 'yes', but 'HELL YES'!  I mean, no, I don't
want to back out...no way, sir!  Oh, and you're not a
cop, are you?"

Cocky grin.  "Good boy!  I think we're gonna have a
great time."

Our elevator's here; there's his hand again, this time
in the small of my back, right above my beltline, just
above my butt, ushering me in.

"And no, I'm not a cop.  I work around cops and
military a lot, but I'm not a cop myself."

(He didn't say "...and I'm not military...".  I wonder
if this guy is military--Canadian, from the sound of
his accent?  That would sure explain a lot.)

We're at what I take it is his room door.  Key card in
and out, lock clicks, he opens the door and again
ushers me past him, into the room.  I enter, and
immediately notice that's it's very neat; one king
bed; all the bed covers stripped off, folded up neatly
and on the floor in the corner; laptop open on the
desk, a pack of Trojan Magnums in plain sight. Nothing
on the bed but the bottom sheet and all the pillows.
Fresh towels on the bedside table.  I hear
him put the "Do Not Disturb" card in the key slot,
close, latch and chain the door.

"So, let's get started, shall we?"

I turn around to face him, kinda expecting him to
close with me, hug me or something like that.  But no.

"Go ahead and strip down to your underwear.  You can
put your clothes on that chair".

Jees, you'd think he was a doctor or something!  But I
just do it.  I go over to the chair, and before I sit
down to take off my shoes, I reach into my coat and
pull out the bottle of AstroGlide I brought, and put
it right out there next to his condoms.

"Good man--you must've been a Boy Scout, Pete!"

"Yessir, I was at that."

Wedding ring, watch, cell phone off, put'em in the
shoe.  Socks off--those long, brown, knee-length
"executive hose"--a real pain to take off and put on,
but that's all that was clean this morning.  Fold'em
neatly over the chair arm.

Stand up, take off the blazer, turn around, my back to
him as I fold it over the back of the chair.  Open the
belt and pants, slip the belt out of the loops...now
why the hell did I do that'  I never do that at home!
Pop the top button, slide down the tie, un-knot it.
Tie goes next to the socks...and belt...keep all the
loose stuff together in case I gotta grab & run.
Shirt next, unbuttoning the cuffs, shrug out of it,
fold it.  It goes next to the jacket.  Nothing but the
Dockers now.  I skin them down off my hips, bend over
to step outta them.  I must be giving him one hell of
a view of my ass in the jockeys! I'm usually a boxers
guy--especially in this heat.  I wonder why I grabbed
the tighty-whities
today?

I straighten up, fold my khaki's, place them over the
back of the chair, real neat-like.  I feel like I'm on
active duty somehow...gotta keep the quarters neat for
inspection.

I turn around, in my fresh white tee shirt and new
white Jockey pouch briefs, feeling like a high school
freshman undressing for the first time in a locker
room.  I almost fold my hands in front of my
crotch--but hell, I've got nothing to be embarrassed
about.  We're both guys, I'm in pretty good shape (but
I regret that dessert last night right about
now...suck it in, boy...).  I've stood around barracks
and locker rooms in my skivvies with the guys for
hours.  Why should I feel self-conscious now?  Hands
at my sides...try to look natural, relaxed.  Yeha,
"fake it 'til you make it", I always say. I look
across the room.  Jack hasn't really moved, but he has
lost his overshirt.  Let me revise my earlier
assessment:  This guy is TIGHT!  It's like the tee and
jeans are sprayed on, without looking artificially so.
 I catch his eye.

"Lose the tee shirt.  I'll leave your shorts on for
now."  I comply, no questions.  It's like I'm
following orders on the range..."safety on...clear
your weapons..."  And he delivers the order in about
the same way.  Flatly, firmly, matter-of-fact.  He
expects the order to be obeyed.  And somehow, I don't
challenge...or even question.

I comply.

Is this what "Dom/Sub" is all about?

"Stand over here...let's get a look at you."

I take a few steps to the center of the room, about 2
or 3 feet from the side of the room, to where he
pointed.  It just seems natural to assume "Parade
Rest" position...even after all these years.  He walks
around me in a tight circle, coming back in front of
me from my left.  He's standing about a foot in front
of me, his erect nipples rising under his tee.  Jack
reaches up, real casually, with both hands, and gives
my nipples a little tug, both of'em simultaneously.  I
gasp, startled, looking up into his face--like, "what
the hell?!"

"Keep your eyes down!"

"That's right, just keep looking down, right like you
are."

All I see right now is his flat tee-encased belly and
the top of his blue jeans.  Damn, that's one hell of a
bulge he's got growing there!  I mean, his profile
said "Cock size:  Above average"--I don't think he was
kidding.  I see his hands come up again, each back to
one of my nipples, gently stroking, mounding them into
erection.

"Your nipples sensitive, boy?"

"Yeah, I guess they are", I mutter in amazement...I
never realized they were, but they sure are today.

"I can't hear you, boy!"  Not shouting like a DI, but
firm, authoritative just the same.

"Sir, yes sir, my nipples are very sensitive right
now, sir!"  Not shouting my answer like a terrified
plebe, but speaking clearly, firmly, eyes downcast the
whole time.  I'm used to making and keeping eye
contact. But not now.  All I see is his hands on my
pecs and nips, stroking and tweaking, rubbing the fur
and flicking my nips.  That, and his crotch, now
straining to burst his zipper.

"Yeah, I can see that", he says, tweaking my nips one
last time and reaching down to cup my crotch through
my skivvies.  "I can sure see that"

Right about then, I realize I've got an erection,
pushing straight down toward the ground, over my
nuts...A hard-on like I've never had a hard-on before
in my life.

"Kneel down."

Without thinking, and without hesitation, I do as I'm
told.  I keep my eyes down like he told me to.  Which
means I'm face-to-face with his crotch.  He takes a
half step up toward me, puts his hand on my head, and
pulls my face into his jeans-covered crotch.  I
realize right then that I'm shaking.  Is it fear'
Excitement'  Damned if I know.  I can't think.  I just
breathe deeply, trying to catch my breath without
hyperventilating.

"You scared?"

"I dunno, sir.  Excited, scared...I can't tell.  I
have nothing to compare it to..."

His man smell is intoxicating.  His strong musk is
permeating through his clothes, into my 'stache.  A
little fresh man-sweat, maybe cologne, but something
else...different from what my own crotch smells like
(hey, we all scratch-n-sniff--it's a guy thing).  Oh,
yeah, his profile said "UC"--I guess that means
uncircumcised?  Is that the smell of smegma?  Being
cut myself, I don't have a clue.  It doesn't smell
bad, really...just stronger, different.  His hands
slide down off the top of my head; caressing my ears,
drift down to rest where my neck meets my shoulders.
He starts rubbing my neck and shoulders, like any good
buddies would--but different somehow.  But it is
reassuring, calming, and somehow makes me feel better,
safe,  & secure nonetheless.  I like it.

"It's OK, buddy.  You're in a good hotel, where
they've got my credit card and ID on file.  I'm not
about to do anything stupid.  We're just two married
guys who are gonna play a little game, have a little
fun.  I like to use "green, yellow, red".  Anytime you
want to stop, just say 'red'.  Anything you're not
comfortable with, say 'yellow'.  Otherwise, it's all
'green'.  You can trust me...I'm gonna take good care
of you, and I'm sure you're going to take good care of
me."

The entire time, his hands keep up that buddy neck-rub
routine.  Seems as normal as what we used to do to
each other to keep loose before a wrestling match,
when the guys were so keyed-up.  It worked for them
then, and it's working on me now.  I find myself
leaning into it--leaning into him--oh, hell, might as
well say it--leaning into his crotch.  Jack's slowly
working his hands lower, onto my shoulder blades, down
my back. He slides the finger tips of each hand under
the waistband of my shorts.  Since he has to bend over
my back to do that, my head is sandwiched now between
his bulging crotch and tight abs.  All I can do is
just breathe him in.  His finger tips trace the bottom
of my butt.  He cups my butt in his hands, pulling the
band of my shorts out so he can get a good view in the
process.

"Damn, but that's a nice ass!  Gonna be sure to take
full advantage of that today.  But first, I've got an
idea.  Don't move."

He straightens up, walks away behind me, leaving me
kneeling by the bed, arm at my side.  I could look up.
 I could turn around to find out what he's up to.  But
I don't.  He didn't tell me to.  So I just kneel
there, eyes downcast, like he told me to do.  I don't
have to be told twice often.

I can still smell him on my moustache. I sense Jack
behind me now.

"Close your eyes."

I feel him hold something against the back of my head.
 Something soft, hanging down the back of my neck.
Must be my tie.  He's wrapping it twice around my
eyes, tying it in back.  It's snug, but not too tight.
 I try to open my eyes, to cheat, to see if I can see
anything.  It's no use.  I can't see a thing.  Where
is he now?

I don't have to wait long for the answer.  He is
standing in front of me again.  His hand goes on the
top of my head, pulling my face to his crotch, giving
me my bearings.

"Open my zipper and get my cock out...you can use your
hands."

I reach up to find his fly.  Right hand can feel the
straining bulge, left fumbles trying to get the tab of
his zipper down.  I'm really trying hard to do exactly
as he says.  But his jeans are so tight now that he's
hard, and I can't see a damn thing.

"That's OK.  You can open the button, too.  Pull my
the front of my briefs down, get my cock and balls
out.  That's it..."

My right hand slides up under his tee to the top of
his shorts, feeling what has to be almost a beercan
(well, at least the size of a Red Bull can)-sized
erection through his briefs, and then a tight, furry
set of abs.  Using both hands, I carefully pull the
band out and down, feeling his sack, letting his gear
ride up over his shorts.  There's that smell again. He
hasn't told me to touch his genitals otherwise.  He
hasn't given me permission.  So I don't.  I kneel
there, blindfolded and disoriented, hands  at my
sides, waiting for instructions.

"Open your mouth.  Wider.  Now stick out your tongue.
That's it."

I sense, rather than really feel, his prick looming in
front of my face.  Have you ever tried holding your
mouth as wide open as you can, with your tongue
sticking out, for much more than a few seconds'  I
feel the strain in my mouth.  He rubs the head of his
cock along each side of my face, over my nose, leaving
wet traces as he goes. It's like he's marking his
territory.  And then I taste it, at the same time I
feel it'another man's cock in my mouth.  He's big
alright, way bigger than I am.  Kinda salty--sweat &
pre-cum, from the way it feels.  I ought to be
grossed-out, but I'm not.  It's not bad at all. Smooth
and silky, hot, yet hard and soft at the same time.
His glans feel different, somehow, on my tongue than
mine feel in my hand.  Smoother, softer, fuller--must
be the uncircumcised part.  But what do I know about
that stuff, really?

"Good man.  Now take it in your mouth, get it nice and
slick.  Easy now...yeah, that's it, swirl your tongue
around it...watch the teeth!  Yeah, nice
suction...relax your mouth on the way down...just suck
as you pull up...that's it, that's the way.  You're
sucking cock like a natural.'

"Sucking cock like a natural"'  Anybody told me
yesterday, and I would've punched them out. Right
then, however, it made perfect sense.  I've got the
same equipment.  I know what I like to have done, what
feels good to me.  So I just do a lot of the same to
my new friend's prick.  This morning, I never would
have thought about sucking cock.  But right at this
moment, it's like I can't think of anything else.  I
follow Jack's instructions, like a good soldier.
Up--suck, swirl.  Down...relax the jaw, swirl the my
tongue on the underside of his prick.  Pull back,
gentle suction, swirl, down again.  Without warning,
Jack puts a hand on either side of my head, pulling me
further down on his cock than I had voluntarily gone
'til then. I start to panic--I'm gonna gag--but he
somehow knows just how far he can push me, and then
holds my head still.  I can't pull off...I can't move
at all.  He's in control.

"That's it...relax your throat...you're taking
it...just breathe...that's it...Good man!"

A split second before I start to choke and blow
chunks, Jack eases up his grip, and I can back my head
off.  I grab his cock with my right hand, jacking and
twisting, just tonguing and sucking the head for a few
seconds 'til I can catch my breath, don't feel like
I'm gonna hurl.

"Oh, yeah, jack and tongue it...yeah, hot wet tongue
on my glans...oh man! that twisting motion is
fantastic--where'd you learn to do that'  Ok, now take
it back in again...that's it."

"Here, take a break for a second."

Jack steps back, and I sense he's moved away from me.
I hear the rustle of clothing...I guess he's stripping
off now.  He's back in front of me now, but not so
close.  I can't feel him, even when I lean forward a
bit.  I hear the bed creak a little, then feel his
feet just inside each of my knees.

"Spread your legs a little"

A gentle nudge to each of my knees, and I spread my
legs another six inches.  That stance puts me off
balance a little, and I have to squat down, lean
forward a bit, to compensate.  I guess that was the
whole idea.

"Now slide in until I tell you to stop.  That's it."

Jack's hands reach out, guiding my head forward.

"Now you just lick my nips...open your mouth, stick
out your tongue...there you go.  Oh yeah, you like
sucking my nips, don't you?"

"Yusth thirr ahh dooo", I hum my reply as I worship
his furry pecs, tonguing and slurping my answer.

"Oh yeah, that's good.  Now the other one...yesss!"

I lose track of time, going back and forth across his
chest.  I must have missed my target, because now I
hear him saying, "Oh yeah, lick my pits! Oh,
fan-fuckin'-tastic!"  He's grabbed my head, pinning it
in his armpit.  The musk is overwhelming.  I just
lick, tongue, suck & swirl. He moves my mouth across
his left pec, into his left pit, where I repeat the
process.

"Ah, that's hot.  But now I want your mouth back on my
cock.  Get down on it."

It's easier now that he's sitting.  I don't seem to
choke as much, even when Jack pulls my head down
further, and holds it just 'til I'm gonna blow.  I
seem to be able to go deeper, hold it longer, each
time.  Jack notices it too.

"That's it, you're getting the hang of it now."

He pushes my head down onto his pole again, and he
doesn't stop this time.  I feel the head of his cock,
backed by that steel tube of his, battering my soft
palate, demanding entrance.  And now, getting it.  I
don't know whether I'm more relaxed, or stretched, or
what, but I feel his glans go over my tongue, and it's
like I'm swallowing his cock.  For the first time, his
pubes are in my nose, and my chin is on his balls.
He's in me to the root.  And he's not letting me pull
off.

I can't breathe...I'm starting to choke.  And then I
hear his firm, soothing voice, feel that "buddy rub"
on the back of my neck.

"Just relax, you're doing great.  You're an awesome
cocksucker!"

And just like that, I do. I relax, and I can breathe
and still keep him in me.

I submit.  It feels natural.  It feels good...oh hell,
it feels fuckin' fantastic!

Jack's letting my head up.  I guess I've learned the
lesson.  Just to prove the point, I go right back down
on his cock, taking it to the root and holding it
there.  Only this time, his hand is only stroking my
head, not pushing, not holding.  I reach up and gently
tickle his nutsack with my right hand, the inside of
his thighs with my left.

"Oh yeah, that's good.  Now lick my nuts...don't suck,
just lick...good.  You want to go further, don't you?"

I feel J shift his position, pushing my head down
further.  My cheeks are wedged between his thighs, his
testicles on my forehead.  My 'stache is riding that
area between his sack and asshole.  The smell is
intoxicating.  Again, musky, but not shitty or gross.
It just makes me want more.  I stick my tongue out,
like I'm tonguing pussy.  Like a hundred times before,
except I'm not going down on my wife. This is a man's
butt I'm munching!  And the reaction is even more
intense than my best efforts with her ever produced.

"Oh FUCKIN'-A FANTASTCI!  Shit, that feels awesome,
boy!  Keep it up'oh yeah, work that tongue
around'.good boy.  Now some long strokes, that's it,
take it from my hole all the way up my nuts, oh
yeah..."

There was something about it that really made me want
to keep on, to please him.  "Kiss my ass!" was always
meant as an insult, to demean 'cause nobody in their
right mind would actually DO that, right'  But here I
was, eating my buddy's butt like it was snatch, and
doing it on command.  And it wasn't bad.  I liked it:
the praise, the encouraging directions, his hands
stroking my head, guiding my lips, tongue and ''tache
to where it could give him the most pleasure.

Oh hell, I was flat-out loving it!

I don't know how long I spent there, blindfolded and
on my knees at the side of his bed.  20 minutes'  2'
I guess I kinda zoned out, my face wedged between his
thighs, and I lost all sense of time.  But eventually,
my body brought me back to reality.  My knees were
killing me.  Hey, I'm no pup, and soccer, wrestling,
and a whole lotta ground-pounding have left their
mark, ok'  So I have to pull back, lift my head up &
take a breath.

"Hey, why are you stopping'  I didn't tell you to
stop?"

"I know sir, I'm sorry sir.  But my knees are killing
me.  Can I have a pillow to kneel on?"

"No"

"I've got a better idea.  On your hands & knees, on
the bed, butt towards me."

Uh-oh, here it comes. I'm not sure I'm ready for this.
 It's one thing to suck his cock (and it damned near
choked me), and to eat his ass.  It's another thing to
take that prick up my nearly-virgin ass (OK, so I
tried my wife's vibrator a couple of times when I was
jackin' off; hurt like hell, but really felt weird,
and the one time I could cum with it in me,it was just
way too intense).  But I guess it's too late to back
out now.  And his firm hand grasping my right arm near
my pit, helping me up, guiding me onto the bed, really
doesn't leave me a whole lot of time to thing about
this.

So I do as I'm told.

"That's it.  Now back up toward me.  That's good.
Spread your knees--more--hat's it.  Now, head down. .
."

I feel his hands on my ass, caressing, teasing under
the leg bands of my briefs.

"Damn, that's a nice ass.  I told you I was gonna get
some of that.  You're doing such a great job. . . you
are a natural at rimming and cock sucking."

Abruptly, Jack jerks the back of my shorts down below
my butt cheeks.  I feel his calloused hands stroke my
ass, then reach between my legs, cupping my nuts and
pulling my gear down and back, snapping the back
waistband of my shorts up, pinning my erection so it
points straight down.  The pressure on the sensitive
top of my cock head is driving me crazy.  Reflexively,
I stick my ass up to relieve the pressure on my dick.
I guess that's what he wanted.

"Yeah, that's it, show me what you've got.  Oh, look
at that hole--all pink and puffy like a pussy.  I'm
gonna enjoy that!"

I feel him touching my ass cheeks, spreading them
widely for his inspection.  I can feel cool air on the
inside of my ass. . . I must be spread that wide.

"Damn!  Look at that--your hole is all pulsating'.
You must be liking this."

Yeah, it's pulsing, alright.  I'm trying to close my
sphincter, squeezing down to protect myself.  But he's
got me so pulled apart back there, my muscles can't
fully close; that must be what he thinks is pulsing.
I feel his fingers touching the edge of my pucker.  As
if by reflex, I try to close my butt cheeks, pull my
knees together.  Wrong move!  I feel a firm but
definite slap, right on my asshole.  Damn, that
stings!

"C'mon, now, don't go trying to close up.  Your ass is
so hot-looking, you shouldn't be ashamed to show it
off.  That's it, relax. . .let me enjoy you."

The fingers come back, gently stroking my inner
thighs, perineum, and then the inside of my cheeks.
He's teasing his fingertips around my asshole.  God,
it feels good.  I mean, I've known for a long time
that my butt was one of my hot buttons, but I only
thought my butt cheeks, not my hole itself, was the
erogenous zone.  But just as I'm starting to relax, to
loosen up and enjoy these new sensations, I feel his
fingertip jab past my sphincter, up to a knuckle or
two.

"Ow! C'mon, man, that hurts!  Take it easy, will ya?"

"Hey!  I don't think that you should be talking to me
like that right now, do you?  You're in no position
right now to be giving orders now, are you?"

I feel that dry finger worming in. . . it's really
starting to burn.

"OK, Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir. . just please, go easy on
me sir. . . can you use some lube or something'
Please sir!"

"Lube?  Nah, not just yet--not for this.  I've got a
better idea."

The finger is pulled out.  Thank God!  It really WAS
hurting.  I feel my butt cheeks spread tightly, the
air playing on the inside of my asslips.  Only now, it
doesn't seem as cold.  Holy shit!  That's not
air--he's blowing on my anus!

Oh, man, this is so kinky. . . .and then I feel it.
Warm.  Wet.  Smooth but rough at the same time.

"OHMYGOD  OOOHHH SHHHIITT!"

Jack's using his tongue on my ass.  Yeah, I can feel
the stubble on his cheeks on the inside of my butt
cheeks.  Oh, wow! Now I know why he was going nuts
when I was munching on his ass.  This is
fan-f'in-tastic!  Before I realize what the hell I'm
doing, I've put my head down on the bed, and I'm
thrusting my ass in the air, into his face, onto his
tongue.  I must look like a bitch in heat.

"Oh, god, sir, that feels fant--oh, oh--yessss.."

I don't know how long he went down on my ass.  What do
you call it?  Oh, yeah, "rimming".  But he wasn't on
the rim of my ass.  No sir, he was in it, all around
it, on the sides, driving me nuts.

"That's enough for now.  I want you to suck my dick
some more--you are so damned good at it"

I feel his weight come up on the bed to my left.  "No!
please, do ME some more!", I'm thinking.  A little
more motion. . .I hear what sounds like pillows being
fluffed, then he grabs my shoulder, pulling me to him.
 So I pivot on my hands & knees, blindly going where
he's guiding me.

"Good boy.  Now, open your mouth."

I start to get pissed.  Damnit, I'm no 'Boy''!  Hell,
I'm older, better educated, more successful than he
is, by the looks of things.  I'm about to say
something, then figure he'll probably put his cock in
my mouth if I open it, so I just lock my lips in a
passive gesture of defiance.  That lasts about a
second, until I smell his crotch smell again.
Stronger now, more musky.  I can't help it; I inhale
his scent deeply.

"That's it. . . get a good whiff. . . now open your
mouth.  There you go. . ."

It's like some sort of primordial reflex or something.
 I smell that manscent, and I'm drawn to it,
open-mouthed.  Pheromones?   Whatever the hell is
doing it, I want more.  His hands are on either side
of my head now, firmly guiding my head, guiding my
open mouth, to his cock.  I feel its spongy-hard tip
on my nose, then on my cheek, then rubbing on my
moustache, then the head is thrust into my mouth--or
maybe my head was pushed down onto it.  Either way,
his prick is now back in my mouth.  Remembering my
crash course in cocksucking a few minutes ago, I swirl
my tongue around his glans, getting a good pool of
saliva in my mouth, deep breath through my nose, then
I take him balls-deep again on the first try.  His
firm hand on the back of my head locks me in place,
and he's rocking his hips from side to side.

"Oh, yeah, that's it..hold it.  I won't give you more
than you can take. . . just relax and let it happen."

I hold down as long as I can, but I'm starting to
choke.  Just then, he eases up, lets me off.  I bob up
and half-way down again, reaching up with my right
hand to steady myself'but really, so he can't jam my
head down to soon.  I feel the pressure on the top of
my head, I relax my grip on his prick, and down I go
again.  This goes on for a while. . . my neck and jaws
are starting to cramp from the position.  So this
time, I just play with his cockhead with my tongue,
while I jack him off.

"Yeah, that's very nice.  I like that.  But didn't I
tell you 'no hands''  Back up--kneel up straight."

Jack's off the bed again.  I feel pillows being put in
front of me.

"Hands behind your back."

I comply.  What is it about this guy, that I'm doing
whatever the hell he tells me to?

'If you can't keep your hands under control, I guess
it's up to me''

He pulls my wrists together, tying them securely with
what I guess is my belt.  He tugs on them, testing his
handiwork.  I try to pull my wrists apart.  It's no
good.  They're tied firmly.  My hands aren't going
anywhere.  I feel a pillow being held in front of my
belly, right above my hardon.  In fact, it's kinda
pushing it down, bringing the sensitive underside of
the head of my dick into contact with the pillow.
Without a word, Jack pushes me forward. And
unceremoniously, I flop forward, trapping my cock
between the pillows on the bed and the pillow on my
abdomen, making my cock and balls the meat in a pillow
sandwich.  I feel Jack's pelvis line up against my
butt, then his entire body weight as he sprawls on top
of me.  His chest hair is coarse on my back, his belly
fur rasping against my smooth ass.  He wedges my
thighs further apart with his, and I feel his
steel-hard erection riding between my ass cheeks, the
underside of his glans, then his shaft, then his hairy
nuts teasing my ass lips in turn.  Blindfolded, hands
tied securely behind my back and now pinned by his
body weight, there isn't a damned thing I can do about
this now.

"That's it. . . this is what you want, isn't it?
Wanted it for a long time?   Big, strong, hairy man
lying on top of you, covering you head to toe, ready
to fuck you?  Yeah, this IS what you wanted all along,
dreamed about, isn't it now?"

Shit!  This is EXACTLY what my wet-dream was all
about!  How in hell could he know that?  I feel the
head of his cock slide up, then down, then stop right
on my pucker.  Jack shifts his hips, lining up his
cock with my hole.  His weight is now more on his
chest & on my back, and there's nothing I can do about
this now.  My ass is slick with our sweat, my saliva
on his cock, his on my hole.  I feel this incredible
pressure on my asshole, as he begins to bore into me.

"Hmmmph! Owwfnnsff! Shhhtttpp!"

"What's that?  I can't hear you."  He licks my left
ear, as he playfully mocks my muffled protests.  He
put his right hand between my shoulders, pushing me
down further while he uses his other hand to align his
hardon with my hole, and pushes.

"HNNOOOHHH'  TTHHTT HHRTHTTS!"

"Yeah, it is a tight fit. . . doesn't look like it's
gonna fit.  But I AM gonna fuck that fine ass today,
sooner or later, with something."

His weight eases back, eases off me, and I can feel
something cold, wet, being dribbled right above my
hole, running down the crack of my ass.  Jack takes
hold of my bound wrists, pushing them up my back, out
of the way, pushing my face and shoulders firmly into
the soft mattress.  I feel his fingers teasing my ass
lips again, but this time they're slick, slippery. . .
feels as good as his tongue.  Well, almost as good,
maybe. Without warning, he forces a finger through my
sphincter, all the way into my ass.  I can feel it
worming around in there, pushing, rubbing, prodding.
All of a sudden, he rotates his finger, and hits
something that makes me moan--my prostate? Daayum!  It
never felt that good as a medical student, when we
practiced examining each other.  And it damned sure
doesn't feel anything like this when I go for my
prostate check from my own doc!

"Hmph! Hmph!  Unngh  Hmmphh!"

"'Oh, you feel something?  Let me check that--feel the
same?"

Oh man, he's driving my nuts!  Teasing, rubbing,
pulling out, tickling, then going back in.  Feels
fucking fantastic!

"Yeah, I think you're ready for another finger now..."

Jack pulls his finger out.  I feel empty back there.
Without thinking, I try to push my ass back, push it
up.

"Easy does, it boy, hold yer horses.  We'll get
there."

I feel more pressure at my ass--must be two fingers,
all right.  Jack wedges his knees just inside of mine,
then spreads his legs, and mine, as he does so.  This
must be exactly what he wants, opening my glutes,
spreading me wide, for his fingers.  Slow, steady
pressure and his fingers sink in as far as they can
go.  In the process, I'm being pushed even further
into the mattress.  He starts wiggling his finger
tips, right on my prostate, by the way it feels--so
intense-fuckin' outrageous!  I start to moan, but the
sound won't come out.  My face is being pushed so
firmly into the mattress and pillows, I can't breathe.
 My ass feels great, but I'm starting to panic--hell,
no--freak out.  I can't fucking breathe!  But I can't
get the words out.  I start thrashing from side to
side, trying to get my head up, to turn my head to the
side, to breathe, dammmit!

"Hrredtth!  Hrrreddttthh!"

Jack must've heard me.  The fingers come out, and he
lifts my left shoulder.  I'm gasping, but at least I
can breathe.

"Hey, pretty intense, wasn't it?  Your first time
getting your prostate rubbed?'

"Yes'.No..It's not that, sir.  I couldn't fuckin'
breathe!  I was afraid you were gonna suffocate me. .
. you were into breath control or something. . . you
scared the hell outta me!  Let me up!'

"Oh, man!  I'm sorry buddy!  I didn't know!  I didn't
mean to do that to ya.  I guess I just got carried
away in that hot ass of yours.  Here, let's roll you
over onto your side."

Jack rolls me over, onto my left side.  His weight is
off me, but his fingers haven't left my butt.  They're
still there, tickling, stroking, and teasing in
between my glutes.  I pull my top leg up, opening my
tail up to him in this position.

And I do it without even knowing I'm doing it.

"Yeah, you know how to do it, don't you?  Looks like
you're a natural butt bottom, aren't you?"'

Now I AM embarrassed!  How the hell did that happen?
I mean, I know this opens me up-how many times have I
used this position on patients--but I did it without
thinking--instinctively.

"Yeah, well don't you worry, we'll get you back in
business.''

I feel his two fingers go to my ass again, and feel
and hear the squirting of the Astroglide onto them.
He slides in again, easily to his third knuckles, and
resumes his sensuous torture of my ass and insides.  I
hear this moaning, groaning--is that ME?

"Yeah, you're getting opened up nicely.  Let's try a
third finger''

I grunt.  It doesn't hurt, not like his cockhead did a
few minutes ago.  But it doesn't feel good like two
fingers did.

"Just relax.  You'll loosen up..."

The fingers are withdrawn, but only for a second.
More lube, and they are eased back inside.  Not so bad
this time. . . starting to feel good again.

"Yeah, that's it. . .only a little more to go. .
.lemme spread those fingers a bit... relax!  Yeah,
that's it, your hole's nice and open now.  Those
fingers, when I spread'em, are about as wide as my
cock.  Bet it'll feel better, too.  You're ready now,
boy.  You want this?"

"Yes sir, I do sir.  But please, let me see the look
on your face when you take me.  I want you to see mine
as you take me, please, boss, fuck me face to face
this first time."

"Ok, then, roll over on your back. . .get me good and
hard now."

I take Jack's big, spongey, semi-hard cock into my
mouth.  I can easily get it past my gag reflex, get it
good and slick with throat spit before it gets all the
way hard again.  Jack's stuffing a pillow up under the
small of my back, another one under my head.  My hands
are still bound behind my back, but my body weight
isn't full on them anymore now.  All too soon, Jack's'
cock is rock hard and ready to go.  But then, so is
mine.

The sound of the condom pack ripping, the squirt of
lube.  Jack is on the bed, between my legs now.

"Lift up. . . that's it, let me put your legs on my
shoulders. . ."

Jack hooks the back of my knees on his shoulders as he
leans forward.  My thighs are spread, pushed toward my
belly, then my chest, as he opens me up to him.  His
left hand goes over my face, over my eyes, pushing my
tie/blindfold off my eyes before coming to rest behind
my neck.  He lifts my head, locking my eyes onto his,
as he lines up my ass with his prick at just the right
angle to penetrate me.  God, my asshole wants this so
frickin' bad!

"Easy now. . .best to just let me do the work.  When I
tell you to, push down like you're taking a dump.
Ready now?   OK, push down--push out a big one."

Oh, GODDAMN THAT HURTS!

"'Ow!  Oh shit!  Stop, pull out, pull it out!"

"C'mon, you can take it.  It'll feel good in a
minute--hang in there. . now, cough!"

I cough like I've been told, and right then, his head
wedges in.  Jack follows through, pushing a little
further, wedging his prick firmly into my hole.

"That's it. . . you're taking me''

"Oh shit! It hurts!  Feels like a fuckin' freight
train rammed up my ass!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Yes!  I mean, no!  Just give ma a minute to get used
to it, OK.  I've never had anything like that up there
before. . ."

"C'mon, bigger things have probably come out, and this
isn't all that much bigger than my fingers--and you
liked them.  Look at me!"

I make eye contact.  His face, flushed, sweaty, the
veins on the side of his head standing out, the look
of total concentration on his face.  Our eyes lock
now, and I feel him starting to push forward.  Slowly,
inexorably, Jack's big cock is driving up my rectum
I realize I've lost my erection when he took me.

"Just relax--don't fight it, don't try to help. .
.just go limp and let it happen, let me in.  You can't
stop me now, anyway."

He's right.  The position I'm in, hands secured under
me, behind my back, my legs in the air, I don't have
any leverage.  I'm gonna get fucked.  I AM BEING
fucked--and there's not a damned thing I can do about
it.  I sag, utterly defeated.  I've got to try to
relax, go limp, and let this happen...let him take
me... there's just no other option.

"That's it, now you're listening.  Just relax, open
up, and let your buddy in."

I can feel Jack's hardon surging up my ass, steadily,
no stopping.  I feel his pubes on the insides of my
butt, right behind my nuts.

"Yeah, now you've got it!  I'm all the way in now.
See, I told you, you could take this."

Jack isn't thrusting now (mercifully).  He's just sort
of rocking, side-to- side, then back and forth.  He's
hitting something inside--it's kind of like a cross
between 'I've gotta pee really bad' and 'I'm gonna
come'.  Except, I'm not hard--not at all--and this
just keeps building as he rocks inside me,
side-to-side & back and forth. All of a
sudden--without warning'--I never regained my
erection...the feelings suddenly build, and I feel
like I'm gonna nut.  But nothing's touching my cock,
which isn't even close to hard.

"Oh god!  Stop!  Stop--hold still--It feels like I'm
gonna..."

"Now way am I stopping!  You just relax, open up, and
let it happen. . .we can clean you up later."

And just like that, as he rocks slowly, agonizingly,
back and forth, I realize I'm gonna nut, & there ain't
anything I can do about it.

It's like he's reading my mind.  Jack lifts me by the
thighs, kneels upright, and then pulls my ass onto his
pendulous prick.  He must've seen something in my
eyes, because he's taking slightly longer, fuller
strokes now, each one torturing that spot deep inside
me...

"That's it.  Just let it happen..it IS gonna happen. .
.you can try to hold back as long as you can,  but you
can't stop it."

He's right.  It's no use.  It's kind of like I'm being
tickled inside.  Suddenly, I can't stand it anymore,
can't hold back any longer.  I start to come, but this
ejaculation isn't like any I've had before.  My come
is just flowing out of my limp dick, like piss--a
steady stream, no spurting, although it does seem to
keep time to Jack's pumping.  All the while, as I'm
pissing my come out, that deep tickling feeling just
keeps building, on and on.    Finally, I can't take it
any more.

"Stop!  Stop!  Please, just stop!  Too intense right
now!  What the fuck was that?  What did you do to me?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you just had your
very own first, hands-free anal orgasm!  How was it.
Boy?"

(There's that word again!  But, like, at this point,
who cares?  Not me, not after what just happened.  I
guess losing the erection really does make me his
bitch, after all.  But if he can give me more of this,
who the hell cares?)

"Oh god, sir--fucking fantastic!   Thank you sir!"

"That's it'. . .pretty good eh?  Now it's my turn..you
just lay back, and squeeze down when I tell you to."

So now, here comes the serious fucking.  Long, deep
thrusts, then short jabs, then circular thrusts. . .
man, I like them. . . this guy really knows how to use
his cock!  I should probably take notes, practice some
of these moves on my wife.  He's got me bent up onto
my shoulders, frog-legged out & opened wide, while
he's long-dicking me. Then I'm on my side, while he
fucks me from behind. . . then on my back again, and
he's drilling me with slow, firm, full-length thrusts.
 His face is a red, sweaty mask of pure concentrated
lust.  And every once in a while, if he really pumps
me deep, I feel an aching cramp in my gut.  But the
next time he thrusts, it's gone--he must be
rearranging my guts to accommodate his cock.

"I'm getting close. . .where do you want it, boy?"

"O, man. . . wherever, sir, just don't nut inside me
bareback. . . come in me, in the rubber, or on my
face, or belly. . . or in my mouth. . .wherever you
want, sir!"

"All right, this is going on your chest."

Jack pulls back, pulls out, letting my widespread legs
fall apart, 'til my legs are spread-eagle around his
knees,.  He peels off the rubber, leaving his red,
wet, angry-looking prick hovering over my belly.  He's
jacking so fast, it's a blur. . . now I see his
foreskin closing over his cock head, then pulled back.
. . pretty neat, what an uncut guy looks like as he's
getting ready to shoot.  Piss lips gaping, red.  I
lift my head, to get a better look at his pounding
meat, heaving chest, and tight furry abs.

"Here it comes--take it--yeah, now!"

And just like that, he freezes his hand, his
steel-hard prick centered over my belly, and starts to
shoot his cum.  Man!  It's hot, it's thick, and
there's a helluva lot of it.  The first few shots hit
my face.  One even went up my nose.

And his orgasm just goes on, and on.  Finally, his
climax is over.   Jack is leaning over me, face
flushed, eyes closed, panting. Spent.

"Hey, buddy!  Help me out--some of that went up my
nose. . . and it feels like some is gonna run into my
eyes. . .let me up, will ya?"


"Up your nose?  Man, that can't be good!", Jack says,
with a chuckle. "Here, let me help you. . ."

With my eyes closed to keep his spray out, I feel Jack
take a finger, rake it up my belly, wipe the jiz off
my moustache and from under my nose, then come up to
my forehead, wiping up the cum from there, too.  Now
pretty sure that my eyes are safe from the semen
monsoon, I open them in time to see Jack bring his
finger to my mouth.  The look in his eyes tells me
'open', and I do.  Jack sticks his finger into my
mouth, feeding me a mixture of his load and mine.

Then, the connection is broken.  Jack pulls away,
jumps off the bed.

"I'm gonna hit the shower."

"Hey, man, wait a sec. . . ."

"I told you, once I come, that's it.  It's over.  I
get kinda funny.  I've gotta go take a shower.  We're
done here."

"Ok, but first, can you untie my hands?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that."

Jack rolls me over onto my side, unties my wrists,
then smacks my top ass cheek--you know, the way the
coach does when the QB comes off the field after
running the scoring play, just like saying, "Good
Job!"

"You can have the shower after me."

I wait my turn, like a good sub.


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