Date: Mon, 02 Oct 2000 16:19:25 EDT
From: Light Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Slave - A First Time Story:   part 2

Tentatively but with determination, I took small steps toward my master, my
unrestrained wood wagging with each move.  I could feel the dampness of the
drips of pre-cum under my bare feet that had fallen to the hardwood floor.
I stopped just before I stepped to where his feet were.  My cock
involuntarily flinched as I wondered what his next move or instruction would
be.  I realized there must have been enough light for him to see it move and
was silently studying the motions.  After what seemed several minutes, I
felt him gently but firmly grasp my cock, initially under the pronounced
ridge of my dickhead.  Large confident fingers explored the length of my
joystick, swirling fingertips playing with the sticky wetness of the pre-cum
that had now soaked the whole head.  I had never had a man touch my erect
cock until now, and IT WAS HEAVEN.  At the moment I let out a little sigh of
pleasure, I heard a little rustling in his chair.  Apparently, he bent
forward just far enough to stick his large left hand between my legs and
start caressing my right thigh.  The sensations were so exquisite, I didn't
want him to cease.  Stroking my cock with one hand, and groping my legs,
underside, around to the bottom of my buttocks with the other.  His deft
substantial digits were subjecting me to the most marvelous massage of my
lifetime.  I breathed heavily and focused as he gently fondled and probed my
balls through the skin of their sac, checking for size, shape and how they
hung.  I loved it how he would firmly caress back my thick blonde bush away
from masculine organs, tickling and pressing my pubic bone.  At one point, I
realize I had unconsciously bent my knees slightly facing outward as well as
leaned my hips facing him.  Unwittingly, I had enabled him to have a better
vantagepoint to "feel me up" this way.

I would have been ecstatic had this continued all night.  As it was however,
he stopped, and just as abruptly he cursorily commanded me to turn around.
With my back facing him, I was astonished at how rapturous it was to have a
man fondle my buttocks.  When I first felt his touch I flinched and flexed
my butt muscles.  I think he liked this because I heard a slight gravelly
grunt of pleasure.   I luxuriated in the intense feelings as he firmly
squeezed and kneaded my buns.  My fright returned to me as he
matter-of-factly commanded that I bend over and spread my ass cheeks.
Thoughts raced through my mind of a doctor's check up suddenly gone awry.
Once again, I was surprised by the incomparable pleasure of his fingers
tracing circles around my puckering butthole.  From time to time his fingers
would move down and probe my crotch and the exposed underside of my nut sac.
  When last he groped around my twitching orifice, he pushed directly
against it with two fingers in a stroking motion.  Rather than being pained
by this manipulation, I was so pleasurably sensitized by it that I found
myself leaning back to meet the thrusts of the ramrod handiwork.  I
instinctively expanded the muscles of my bowels, as if to defecate, to allow
those able fingers to penetrate my now inviting sphincter.  For a few
seconds he stopped stroking and slowly squirmed those digits in my most
intimate body part up to a couple of inches, I hoped this would continue
indefinitely, but when he tried to squeeze in a third finger, I squirmed
with discomfort.   Suddenly, he pulled his hands away.

"Stand up and turn around facing me again," the low voice snapped.  I
abruptly complied and stood facing him, my cock flinching more than ever,
now dripping like a leaky faucet, but also trembling, terrified that I had
offended him with my obvious resistance.   Again, nothing happened for the
longest time as I suspect that again he was studying my fear mixed with
obviously excited anticipation.  Clearly resulting from his prior
manipulations, he surmised that I was uncut or he would not have insisted on
my next movements.  I was to pull my foreskin over the head of my dick and
stretch it out from there.  I was to let him know when I had fulfilled this
effort of genital handiwork.  Nervously, I fumbled about my slick hard dick
struggling to get a hold on pieces of foreskin, the wetness eluding a firm
grasp on these small morsels for very long.  Luckily he seemed to be patient
with my clumsiness.  Finally, my fingertips on both hands managed to hold
onto bits of outer flesh to stretch my normally superfluous skin over my
exposed knob and stretch it out as far beyond the end of my still throbbing
cock as I could pull.  It was exciting to me that he probably studied me
doing this and it felt comfortable to have this flesh once again envelope
its familiar partner.  I softly spoke that I was finished.  His plump
fingers with thorough tactile investigation warmly reached out to take hold
of my straining organ to softly and securely feel my outstretched skin, the
ends of my own fingers stretching the skin, and the covered dickhead.   He
then ordered me to stop stretching while his fingers still gripped my cock.
This was followed immediately by a quiet rustling noise from what I had
deduced must be a filled armchair. . . . . .

The moment was ELECTRIC and surpassed every sensation I had been pleasured
with to this point.  I felt what seemed to be a warm sponge flick the
underside of my cock just below my still swollen dickhead.  And yet the firm
cogency of motion from this sponge suggested it was alive.  The feeling of
hot breath on my cock and balls was the dead give away that this was the
exploring tongue of my master.  The heated electric charges that flowed
through my loins up through my torso and back down through my legs to my
toes is indescribable. My bucking and flinching cock was being bathed by the
tip and body of his tongue from the tip of my expanding pee hole to the root
at the base of my thick bush.  He sensed that the building heat in my loins
was near the exploding point as my moans became louder.  He sat back and
very gently stroked my shaft to slowly allow me to back away from the point
of eruption.

I don't know how long this pleasing respite lasted, but suddenly I heard him
bend forward again and felt my dickhead being embraced by a firm warm
wetness and then his tongue swirl around it, generating more of those
lustful electric charges.  As his mouth gradually slid its way down my
shaft, I marveled at how superior a blow job I was receiving from this man
than the sloppy half hearted efforts by a couple of girls with whom I had
been intimate.  I felt every swirl of skillful tongue and every suction
against my turgid flesh.  My hips reflexively thrust my ramming rod deeper
into his mouth and then his throat.  Even now, I felt resistance to my
situation as it was apparent from the feelings and noises what it was that
he was pursuing with gusto and unabashed enthusiasm.  My intellectual
insistence to not surrender my climax to him only intensified the buildup of
heat and tension in my nether regions.  I could no longer sublimate that I
never reveled so much in my naked state, never felt SO ALIVE.  This was by
far the most deliriously sensual and erotic moment of my life.  My cock
banging against the squishy walls of his relaxed throat was more intense
than I could bear.  This was the sensation that triggered the unmistakable
churning in my balls that every male past a certain age knows to be the
point of no return.  The wave of ecstatic heat and release passed from balls
to loins to the root of my dick, through the passageway of my cock, and
squirted out my gaping pee hole into his mouth and throat.  Wave after
convulsive gut wrenching wave of heated cum squirted out of me.  The back of
his tongue flinched against my orally gripped organ in response to each
effluence of liquid offering.  I had ejaculated with the greatest intensity
of my life and I do not know if I have ever shot out so much cum in any
orgasm since then.  The climax seemed unending.  After carefully swirling
his tongue around my now softening manhood one last time to assure himself
that he swallowed every last drop, he released me.