Date: Mon, 02 Oct 2000 16:41:19 EDT
From: Light Mountaineer <blondeallover@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Slave - A First Time Story:   part 5

The bed shook and strained as I sensed his adjustment of position behind me.
  My heart pounded with the return of the sense of fear mixed with
excitement.  In my newly defined sexuality, I knew this was going to be the
moment of truth for me.  He sternly but calmly instructed me to reach back
with my hands and spread my ass cheeks.  He advised me to push my ass
muscles as if I was going to fart.  I next felt the hot fat head of his man
rod press against my quivering butthole.  With a few high-pressure thrusts
he managed to breach my virgin cavity easily enough.  I heard the brass bars
rattle as I believe he had leaned over and stretched his muscled arms to
grab the bars to steady himself as he entered me.  What happened next nearly
caused me to regret this whole episode.  With a single decisive push
accompanied by an animal like grunt, he thrust the whole length and width of
his prodigious man meat into my visceral tunnel.  Tears streaming down my
face, I let out a cry as I believed I had been split open from the inside
out.  For a minute, there was no motion or sound. My head against the
pillow, my impaled ass supported by my knees, the pain began to subside.
Slowly he started stroking my stretched orifice and the pain miraculously
gave way to intense glowing pleasure.  If anything, I desired him to
increase the pace and depth of his thrusts.  Joy of joys, this was the
intimacy of intimacies.  This was the ultimate in loving bonds between men.
I relished his great manly salami ravishing my lust filled bowels with
ever-increasing intensity. That a man should have his erogenous internals so
primaly stimulated by another man's inflamed manhood now seemed the most
natural thing in the world to me.  After 19 years, it was another revelation
to me that the butthole is another intensely pleasurable genital.  By now,
his large hands had slid down the brass bars and his sweating manly scented
torso was just above me.  At times I thought I felt his hot breath on the
back of my neck.  He was panting heavily; obviously engrossed in the intense
pleasure he was deriving from my tight ass.  Suddenly, his strokes stopped
as I felt his hot gristle expand against the walls of my bowels one last
time.  Instantly, I sensed his warm wet syrupy discharge spray over my
highly sensitized prostate.  This excessively sensual moment brought me over
the edge and I effusively squirted out my own building load of cum onto the
towel beneath me.  The intensity of our simultaneous ejaculatory spasms made
us both sing out a litany of grunts and moans in an earthy mating song.  In
this final moment of passion I had made another remarkable self-discovery.
In this latest round of initiation, my cock had never been touched before
reaching climax.  This night had truly been an education in erotic
sensibility.

He rose out of the bed almost instantly and exited the room with the aid of
his flashlight.  I lay for a few minutes contemplating the not unpleasant
stretched feeling in my backside.  Feeling my master's cum trickle out of my
butt hole on to the towel beneath me was oddly comforting.  Remembering that
he had allowed me the use of the bathroom, I walked into it not needing the
aid of any lighting.  I turned on the light, used the facilities, and
remembered to turn off the light before walking back into the bedroom to lay
on the bed once more.

A few minutes later he stood at the doorway.  His flashlight beam was
directed at my naked body sprawled out on the bed for a few minutes before
he spoke.  Eventually he made his last declarations.

"These are my final instructions.  When you leave here, you will never
return to this house.  You are to never attempt to find out who I am.   In a
minute, I will go downstairs to turn on some lights.  Roughly five minutes
later, you will come downstairs and proceed directly to the room where you
undressed.  After retrieving your clothes you will exit this house the way
you entered it.  Make certain that you do not enter any rooms not mentioned
in these instructions."  He briefly cleared his throat and in an almost
endearing inflection he said, "you proved yourself an excellent and
ultimately willing slave, but we will never meet again.  Somehow, I believe
this night has changed your life forever."

With that, he turned and I heard him descend the stairs, realizing that I
would never hear that sexy mellifluous voice again.  I honored his final
instructions scrupulously.  As I walked away from that house of mystery in
the chill of the dawn, first light was revealing itself over the horizon.  I
strolled back to the campus aware that I had been transformed into an
afficionado of men and their bodies.  Gay pornography became a passion with
me.  Within days, I discovered that there was a thriving bisexual community
in this campus town.  It accepted me readily and unconditionally.
Girlfriends would arrange clandestine rendezvouses.  The reward for their
efforts would be to act as encouraging voyeurs to the incessant orgiastic
couplings of their committed male companions.  The males in turn would enjoy
the physical encounters between female intimates.

At present, I enjoy a full range of gay sexual activity with my lover,
sometimes in the presence of good friends.  I still sometimes ponder the
mystery man who introduced me to the superlative delights of man-to-man sex.

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