Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 11:42:01 +0100
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: Beginnings : Unexpected event

I was in for a holiday!  Working hard all year and no entertainment
whatsoever makes me a dull man.  So after long working hours and days, I
decided I would take a well deserved holiday.  I had absolutely no idea
where to travel to.  Most of the offered destinations didn't appeal to me.
I didn't want to be in a touristic place with a bunch of people who were
just interested in shopping, taking up the sun and get as red as lobsters
on their first day.  I see enough of them at the hospital I am working at.
People brought in by ambulance with blisters as big as golf balls and
screaming out loud in pain of burning injuries by the sun.  Seems to be the
first thing people leave at home when going on holiday is their
intelligence and common sense.  The only important thing seems to get a tan
so they can say they were on a tropical island for two weeks.  The first
day they arrive, they go for drinks and the beach, falling asleep in the
sun and waking up in hospital.

Dreadful.

What I wanted was to have a quiet place on my own and yes, having a beach
and the ocean wash over my body, but being careful with a total screen sun
cream.  A nice tan is indeed nice to feel and to have, but not at any cost.
So, I entered a travel agency and looked through the various offers
displayed.  A very nice guy came up to me asking if he could be of any
help.  He has such a nice smile I would have gone wherever he told me to
go, as long as he came with me.

But that was not his purpose.  Strangely enough (at least today) he seemed
to be genuinely interested in finding the perfect holiday for me.  I told
him what I was looking for and he said it wasn't going to be easy to find
it, but that he would do his very best to find a match as close to
perfection to what I had in mind.  He asked me few more things about what I
really wanted and said to give him a few more minutes to search the
database of his destinations.  He went back to his desk and I saw him
furiously typing away on the keyboard of his computer.  His face went
through a number of emotions going from a big smile to total frustration
and back.  Finally, after about 20 minutes he came back to me with a face
expressing mixed emotions.


- I have some offers, but none is EXACTLY what you're looking for, he said,
but let me tell you what I found.


He started to give me a few ideas of what was available with the different
tour-operators, but I have to admit that none of them was really to my
liking.  Seeing my reactions on my face he finally said he had one other
idea.


- I can also contact a few people I know who are not really in the
touristic world, but who own some secluded places around the globe.  Some
of those places are just in the center of towns and others are on almost
desert islands.  As those places are not advertised in any way, I am sure
we can find something that suits you right away.  The only restriction
would be eventual flights and transport but there again I know the right
people in the right places.


I said I would love to hear what was on offer and repeated my requests of a
secluded place, ocean and sun, but not to isolated that I would have to be
on my own the entire time without seeing or meeting a single soul.  That
man knew his job and was very efficient in finding a perfect place for me :
a small island with very few to none tourism.  The flight was not to long
and with only one change of plane.  On the island there would be a rental
car ready for me and a local concierge would show me the way to the
property and how to access it.  He also printed out the weather forecast
and it seemed that this was absolutely the perfect spot.  He also showed me
a few pictures of the house which was simple but with all the necessary
amenities and even with a swimming pool.  The concierge was also in charge
of the cleaning and possible shopping and a local company was in charge of
the cleaning of the swimming pool and the maintenance of the gardens.  It
seemed to good to be true and when he announced the price I had no more
hesitations.  I could afford it without problems and I was secretly
imagining myself on the lounge chairs around the pool.  Who knows ?  Maybe
the pool-boy would be a nice looking man and fuel my fantasies.


To make a long story short, I was boarding the first plane before I
actually realized I was on my way.  I arrived at the secluded island in the
early hours of the afternoon and at the airport I was pleased to see the
man of the car rental was waiting for me with a board with my name on it.
He was very efficient and soon I was on my way in a nice BMW convertible.
The directions to the house of the concierge were very easy to find and
soon I followed her beaten up car and we reached an iron fence which opened
automatically as soon as she drove up to it.  I guessed she had the remote
control in her car.  She stopped her car in front of the door of the
cottage I recognized from the pictures I had seen at the travel agency.
The sun was warm but a light breeze was just heaven sent.  As she opened
the door she explained how the alarm system worked.  I thought it was
really not necessary seeing that the island was not that big and the house
quite secluded and a high iron fence surrounding the property.  When she
opened the French doors to the terrace I was just in awe !  The terrace
gave straight to the pool and just behind it there was a direct access to a
beach and the ocean.  Oh, I was going to love this place a lot more than I
thought.


After showing me the rest of the house and what I would have to know, she
gave me a kind of binder with all sorts of information about shopping,
restaurants, pubs and clubs, sites of interests and a list of telephone
numbers that I could use in any case of any emergency.  She said that the
fridge was full but if I needed anything, I just had to call her and she
would bring it over.  Than she left and I was alone in this superb holiday
place.


I dragged my suitcase to the bedroom and stripped immediately.  As I was
alone in this place I didn?t bother to wear any clothes and walked out to
the terrace in the nude.  The pool was so inviting, I couldn't resist and
dove in straight away.  The temperature of the water was absolutely divine
and I swam a few laps, enjoying the sun and the blue sky and the water
caressing my naked body.  This was heaven on earth.  As I got out of the
water I intended to lay down on one of the chairs, but in the corner of my
eye I saw something moving and was suddenly face to face with a guy.


- I am here to clean the pool and the filters, he told me and off he was.


I looked at him walking away and thought that in a rough way he was quite
attractive.  Not a bear, but a muscular hunk without being a body-builder.
His muscles were clearly from working hard.  Wearing his uniform consisting
of shorts and a polo shirt, I could see he was quite hairy being it on his
legs , arms and chest as the hair peeked out of the collar of his polo
shirt.  His face was nice with square jaw and very clear eyes, bluish green
I would say although I hadn't have the time to look properly.  I stubble of
a few days adorned his jaw.  Apparently he was not the talkative type of
guy, or maybe he was just surprised to find me there and certainly in the
nude.


I went inside the house and looked for a drink in the fridge.  The
concierge had done her work well as all possible soft drinks, beers, wine
and Champaign were there.  As this was my first day of holiday I decided to
open the bottle of Champaign and served my self a flute that I found in the
cupboard.  I went outside again and laid down on the lounge chair.  The
pool-man was cleaning out the pool and I saw him glancing from time to time
in my direction, but didn't show any other sign of interest.  He couldn't
possibly see my interest as I hide my eyes behind dark sunglasses.

I was just soaking up the sun and enjoyed the view, being it the ocean and
the beach as well as the pool-man working.  After about an hour, he came by
telling me he was done and would be back the next Tuesday and that I didn't
have to worry about anything, that he had the remote- control to get in and
the code of the alarm system.  In an urge to be friendly and to try to know
him better, I offered him a drink but he declined politely saying he had
more pools to attend to.

With that he turned around and left without another word.


When the sun started to go down, I had a last swim and went inside to
shower and dress and look in the binder the concierge had left to see if I
could find a nice little restaurant with local specialties to have a nice
dine-out.  Soon I was on the road with the top down, of course, and headed
into town.  Town is maybe a to strong word for this big village and I soon
found the restaurant mentioned in the binder.  The restaurant was clearly
family run.  The ambience was nice and the food even better.  I let the
waitress choose for me, asking for local cuisine and the biggest smile came
on her face.  Still up to today, I don?t have a clue of what I was eating,
but it was very nice.  It seemed to be that the news went around the
village quite fast that there was a ?tourist? and a lot of locals came in
and politely said hello.  It felt good to feel welcome.  As the journey had
tired me, I soon was back on the road to get to the house.  On arriving I
saw that the lights were on in the garden and the pool.  I guessed that
those were on a timer and the sight was stunning.  I took another glass of
Champaign and enjoyed the cool breeze from the ocean.

Soon after that I turned in and had a wonderful sleep till the morning sun
woke me up.


As I woke up, I made some coffee (I can't start a day without a good coffee
!) and did what I never could do at home : I dove into the pool and swam a
few laps.  What I could finally do to, was follow the golden rule for a
healthy life : have breakfast as a King, lunch as a Prince and dinner like
a beggar.  I ruffled through the fridge and found everything I needed for a
copious breakfast.  While enjoying the salmon and the Champaign, the eggs
and the sausages, the fresh fruit and the coffee, I read through the binder
to see what I could do during this day.  I learned that the complete tour
of the island wouldn't take me more than three or four hours, so I decided
to discover the more close environment and took a walk on the beach.  I so
came to the conclusion that the nearest neighbor was more than 2 kilometers
away.  I walked on the shore with the feet in the water felt wonderful with
the sun shining directly on my skin.  Being out of the property, I had put
on some shorts, but nothing else, except for the sun lotion.  I felt at
peace and relaxed.  I just thought for split second that it was a pity I
had to live this on my own and had nobody to share it with.  I had had only
one relationship of importance in my life and it ended because my
ex-boyfriend thought that lies could be a way of life.  It took me about 3
years to realize he was lying like a dentist.  When I realized the lies
were more frequent than the truth, I just told him it was not worth
anymore.  I missed the intimate moments, yes, but they could not compete
with the total lack of trust.  After that, I had really problems relating
to people and believing them when they told me something.  I know, I know ?
you shouldn't punish a new love because of the mistakes of an old one, but
hey, I am human and make mistakes as well.  But here I was, alone and
missing a nice company.


I walked back to the house, grabbed the keys of the car and went out for a
drive around the island.  I love driving and this car was just a dream come
true.  The scenery was as nice as the driving and I enjoyed it immensely .
The day was going by far to quickly, but that is always the case when you
are on holiday, isn?t it?  Soon enough I was back to the house and enjoying
a light evening meal.  After my meal I got out my iPad and read the latest
novel I had downloaded before coming out here.  The lights switched on
automatically again and I could not feel better than that moment.  I went
on reading I don?t know how much time, but when the lights went out, I
guessed it was time to go to bed.  I didn't close the doors to the terrace,
I just loved that light breeze blowing through the house and which cooled
off the warmth of the day.  I just laid down on top of the sheets of this
four-poster bed and settled in for a good night sleep after a nice shower.
I felt blessed to be able to live such nice holidays and drifted off to a
nice restful sleep.


I don?t know how much time I slept, but it was still dark.  It seemed to be
I was awakened by a noise, but couldn't identify it.  I tried to move, but
I couldn't.  It seemed to be I was tied up to the bed !  I couldn't
understand nor realize what was happening.  I tried to turn around but it
was impossible.  I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see a thing.  My wrists
were tied to the bed and my ankles as well.  I was tied to the bed
spread-eagle.  This couldn't be true.  I was still dreaming and it was
turning out to be a nightmare.  But I knew I was awake.  This was no dream
nor a nightmare : this was reality.  I hadn't felt a thing !  How could it
be I was tied up and didn't feel anybody doing it ?  I hadn't drunk that
much to be out in such a way that I could feel that someone was in the
house and even less tie me up to my own bed.  I tried to see my
surroundings and as my sight bit by bit got used to the darkness, I could
see there was somebody at the foot of my bed.  I couldn't see who it was.
What I could see it was a man, not that big, but muscular.  My sight got
accustomed to the darkness and I focused on that man.  He seemed familiar
but as I didn't know anybody on this island I guessed it was just an
illusion.  I knew it had no sense to ask this stranger to let me loose,
because he was the one who tied me up ? I guessed.  I thought I could just
try ?


- Can you please untie me ?  If you are here for money, I?m sorry but I
have no cash with me.  If you want to steal anything in this house, you
probably know I am just renting it, it is not mine.  If you want anything
else, just say it, we can talk about it ?


I felt stupid.  This guy could take anything he wanted, do whatever he
intended to do, I was hopelessly tied up and couldn't move.  I also felt so
vulnerable as I was tied to a bed, naked and in the total impossibility to
call for any help as the nearest house was more than 2 kilometers away.  My
mobile phone was on the nightstand, but I couldn't reach it in anyway and I
didn't know who to call.  I had quickly read the emergency numbers in the
binder, but didn't memorize them.  What was I going to do ?


The man at the foot of the bed didn't move at all.  I even started to
wonder if it was just an illusion and an effect of light and shadows, but
soon he moved a little and I knew he was real.


- I want you, and ? I have you, said the voice in the darkness.


The voice, once again, sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.  The man
lit a cigarette and in the glow of the lighter I just got a glimpse of his
face : the POOL-MAN !!!  I would have recognized those bluish green eyes
anywhere in the world.  That stubble of a few days was absolutely perfect
and turning me on big time.


- I want you and I have you, but ? not the way I want and I am decided to
have you my way.

That you agree or not is not important to me.  I?ll have you anyway.


Oh yes, he sounded really decided.  I didn't understand what he wanted to
say because if he had asked me, I would probably have said yes right away.
I found him attractive and wouldn't refuse or decline anything to him.  Why
did he have to sneak into the house and tie me to the bed to have me ?  I
know, I want to find my Mr. Right and find love.  But on the other hand, it
has been so long since I had been laid, that I didn't care if it was a
one-night-stand or something more meaningful.  I was on holiday and wanted
to have a good time, even if I have to let go of some of my basic
principles.  But I still didn't understand what the pool-man wanted.  I was
at his mercy, totally.  He had a total power over me as I couldn't move at
all.  Now that I knew who he was I was not scared anymore, but I wasn't
comfortable either.  Was he a serial killer or something like that ?  Did
he want to hurt me to have it his way ?


Little by little I started to panic.  He seemed to be a lot stronger than I
was.  I tried to remember his muscles when he was cleaning the pool.  He
was in top shape, that was for sure.  I thought about the rippling muscles
I saw on his body and the rough way he was acting.  Not really what I was
looking for as I was a hopelessly romantic who wanted to be seduced and
that someone would be taking his time to have me.  Sex, and even more
making love, was something I craved, yes, but on a equal basis, sharing the
moment and the experience.  But here I was, tied up and at the mercy of a
guy, much stronger than me, wanting to have me HIS way? whatever that was.


I didn't want to give in to my fears, but I couldn't avoid it.  I started
to sweat and get really nervous.  I realized I was at his mercy and
couldn't do anything to avoid it.  He was the master of the situation and
even if I don?t mind to be submissive from time to time, this situation was
going out of hand.


- What is it you want ? I asked without really expecting an answer.


But to my surprise he did move and came closer.  I half expected to receive
a slap in my face with a comment like "I decide here !!!" but none of that
happened.  He actually sat down on the bed next to me.  He stayed silent
for awhile just looking me over and over.


- You think you can be a prick-tease laying nude by the pool while I am
doing the dirty work ?  Do you think you can impress me be saying you are
renting this place for a price that is almost 6 month wages for me ?  You
really think you can get away with all of this ?  Well, no ! You can?t !
You don?t have a clue of what it is to live on an island where everybody
knows you ?  Have you any idea what it is to live among bigoted people who
see sex as a necessity in a marriage but sinful out of it ?  Well ? tonight
I am going to have it my way and nobody will know about it, except you and
me.


I don?t know why, but with this last statement I really got scared because
what he was telling me was that he could have his way and nobody would know
about it.  He could even kill me after he had his way and nobody would know
about it.  But at the same time, to my horror, I was getting turned on and
starting to have a hard-on.  I couldn't in any possible way hide it !  My
penis had a mind of its own and let the blood flow in, getting me erected !
I couldn't believe it !  Here I was, tied up and completely vulnerable and
getting a hard-on !

The pool-man stood up.  He pulled his belt from his trousers and I was
scared to death.  He slapped it a few times in the air making that sound
that doesn't announce anything good.


- Don't hurt me ! I didn't anything wrong to you ! I screamed.


He just laughed it off.  He slapped his belt a few times more, dangerously
close to my head and my body.  I just wanted to move, but couldn't.  He
attached his belt to one of the posts to the bed.  Than, he searched into
his pockets and took out one of those old-fashioned razor blades, one of
those you just have to sharpen on ? a leather belt.


- I am going to shave you !  You have far to much hair on your body and I
don?t like it.  So I am going to shave you in all the right places till you
are just like I like it.


I didn't get it immediately.  I watched him closely in the darkness of the
room.  He started to pass the razor blade over the leather belt and I was
nothing close to comfortable with it.  I don't have that much body hair,
but I like it and I didn't want him to shave me close to be a baby skin !
But he had other ideas apparently.  He came back to the bed, sitting down
close to my crotch.  That blade, even in the darkness, looked like pretty
sharp to me.  He could easily cut off my manhood or my testicles if he
wanted.  But no, he came close to my crotch and my penis was still showing
clear signs of excitement.  Throbbing like never before.  Surprisingly
careful he brought the razor blade close to me manhood and I feared the
worst.  I closed my eyes and held my breath expecting to feel a sharp cut
in my genitals, but none of that happened.  I felt his hand taking hold of
my penis in a surprisingly soft manner.  He actually caressed my manhood
and I felt a strange tingle in my lower abdomen.  I actually thought I
would cum right there and then.  It was such a strange feeling of
excitement and fear altogether.  Suddenly I felt the warmth of his breath
next to my crotch ?  I couldn't believe how soft he was handling me.  The
moist sensation of his lips wrapped around the head of my cock.  I am not
new to blow-jobs, but this was really something else.  The mix of fear and
excitement of his actions almost brought me over the edge.

With the razor in his hands, I didn't dare to move an inch.  His lips and
tongue on my genitals were just to good to be true.  I couldn't believe the
mix of fear and excitement.  I wanted to give myself over to him to
whatever he wanted, but the fear was overwhelming me.  In the dim light
that came from outside I could see the sharp razor blade coming close to my
genitals.  But suddenly he stood up and went to the adjoining bathroom,
coming back with my shaving cream.

He applied it generously to my lower parts and than sat down again next to
me.  The razor blade came in contact with my skin, cold and so threatening.
Nonetheless, he was very careful and I felt the razor blade slide on my
skin.  I couldn't see it, but I imagined my hair coming off of my body.  He
continued carefully and softly and at each stroke I felt the hair was
disappearing.  First the shaft and then the pubes.  He took his time so
teasingly that my hard-on didn't go down.  He held my cock upwards and
shaved it in such a sensual way that I wondered why I hadn't done it
before.  All the while shaving my shaft and pubes, he gave little kisses to
the head and sometimes even taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.  It
was the most erotically feeling I had ever felt.

Doing what he did, he could go on for hours if I had any saying in it.  He
whipped the razor on a towel he had brought from the bathroom and was going
for my balls.  He took great care of doing it carefully and softly.  Hair
by hair disappeared from my crotch.  I felt even more vulnerable.  As I was
tied up spread-eagle he had access to that part between my ball-sack and my
but.  He didn't hesitate a moment to shave the little hairs I had there as
well.  He whipped away the remaining of the shaving cream and went to the
bathroom to get a hot wet towel to wash it all away.


I felt exhausted.  The sexual energy was building up at a speed I didn't
know I had.  My hard-on was almost hurting from pure excitement.  I was
really on the verge of coming right there and then ? but he paused.  He
stood up and untied my right ankle, just to tie it up over my left one.

Than he undid my left one and tied it up where my right one was.  I felt so
twisted !  But soon he did the same with my wrists and I was laying face
down on the bed.  He than knelt down between my legs and started to shave
my butt..  First on the outside, than on the inside.  I didn't move at all,
far to scared that the razor would cut me near my ass.  When he was
finished with the razor, he whipped away the remaining of shaving cream.
He than took a bottle of baby oil and massaged my butt to start with.  His
hands felt incredibly soft and pleasant.  He even came close to my rosebud
and put a little pressure on it.  I moaned and the fear was now leaving me.
An enjoyable feeling took place and my middle section started to move to
his administrations.  As he felt that I was starting to enjoying this he
gave me two forceful slaps on my butt as if to say he was still in charge
and that the pleasure was his and not mine.  The sting on my butt hurt !
But at the same time I had to admit I liked it.  I felt a strange warmth on
my butt and soon his hands were massaging my cheeks again with the soft
baby oil.  I tried to keep as quiet as possible to avoid further slapping
but he had other ideas.  His hand came down on my butt once again with a
new force and I was sure the marks would stay there for quite some time.
But after each slap he massaged them softly with the oil and the feeling
was incredible.


This massage was getting so erotic and I could feel his hands caressing my
butt cheeks and open them up.  His fingers teased my rosebud, coming so
very close to my most intimate entrance without going in.  He circled the
opening, adding more oil and I could feel his fingers slide around my
puckered hole.  I was so enjoying his ministrations but I also wanted him
to push inside, first with his fingers and if possible with his manhood.
Out of the corner of my eyes I could see he had removed his shirt and I was
in awe at his furry chest.  I so wanted to caress him and let my fingers
play with those hairs, but I was tied up to the bed.  I didn't understand
why he had tied me up.  If he had asked, I would have agreed willingly.
But maybe he didn't want to face a possible rejection as he didn't know me.
He wanted me and was not taking no for an answer, so he tied me up.  It was
almost rape when you think of it, but I couldn't be raped by such a man as
I was to eager to comply.


Once again he turned me over switching the ties to the bed posts.  While he
was standing I watched him closely as my eyes were now used to the dim
darkness of the room.  I saw him opening his trousers and they fell to the
ground.  He removed his trainers and socks and was completely naked.  I
just had a glimpse at his lower belly and saw he was well endowed without
exaggeration.  He kneeled on the bed and straddle my chest.  His cock was
only a few inches away from my mouth.  His hands came to both sides of my
face and he lifted my head a little so that his cock could enter my mouth
without a problem.


- Don?t think about using your teeth on this, because I can assure you
you?ll regret the day you were born, he said in a harsh voice.


Why was he saying that ?  Didn't he realize that I was as willing as he
would want me ?  I tried to make it clear to him by opening my mouth and
licking the drop of pre-cum that oozed at the tip of his dick.  I tried my
best to show him the necessary appreciation and opened my mouth wide.  His
manhood entered my mouth slowly and I wrapped my lips around it.  My tongue
immediately went to work on it and I actually felt it grow and harden.
Yes, I like to give a good blow-job and I intended to give him the best one
he had ever had.  Over the years I had learned what I liked when receiving
a blow-job and mimicked all those things when giving one.  I swirled my
tongue over the head and sucked with feverish willingness.  I was decided
to suck every drop of pre-cum and cum out of him.  I heard his breathing
getting irregular and the strength in his hands on my face moved it to a
fucking motion while he was standing still.  I let him have it his way but
made sure I did my part of the job.


Suddenly he pulled out and I guessed he was on the verge of coming.  He
breathed deep and heavy and got back a few inches to avoid me to attack his
cock again with my mouth.  Although I lifted my head as far as I could, it
was just impossible to reach his cock head.  I relaxed just a second and
tried to see what I could do next, but tied up as I was, I couldn't do a
thing.  He was in charge, wasn't he ?  So I gave in to fate and waited to
see what his next move was.  What happened next came as a total surprise as
he leaned down and brushed my lips with his.  First it was just a peck but
after that he kissed me little more forcefully and with his tongue he was
searching entrance to my mouth.  I hesitate just a fraction of a second but
soon gave in to that kiss.  Man !  Could he kiss !  The build-up passion
released itself completely as soon as I opened my mouth.  His tongue
invaded my mouth.  It took only an instant to have a dueling fight of
tongues.  I love kissing and this was sure the best kissing man I had with
me in a very long time.


We kissed what seemed for ages.  I couldn't get enough of it and apparently
he didn't either.

He took my face in his hands so softly and it was a total contradiction to
his forceful kissing.  I felt like a total opposite side of him compared to
how it all started.  I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck to be sure he
wouldn't retract but of course I couldn't.  He stopped his kissing but it
was just to go nibbling on my ears first, as he was trying to wash them out
with his tongue.  He used his teeth softly on my earlobes and followed down
to that sensitive part between ears and collarbone.  He licked and sucked
feverishly and I could only moan.  This guy was building up the sexual
tension as a pro.  I couldn't help my body to move under him and his
actions.  I moaned and groaned.  I even felt my orgasm building up.  I
thought I would come without even touching myself.  He felt that and
suddenly kept quiet, without touching me.


- I don?t want you to cum yet ! he said

So he got out of the bed and left the room.  I just wondered what he was up
to but I could feel my sexual tension leaving me.  I thought about what
just happened and couldn't think of a more exciting moment in my life.
Here I was, at the mercy of an almost total stranger and feeling like it
was the best moment ever.  It took him about ten minutes to come back and I
could smell a beer on his breath.  Had he just taken advantage of my fridge
without bringing me anything ?  Jeez, that felt weird and inconsiderate.
But he straddled me again, playing with his manhood that had deflated but
was coming back to life very quickly.  He turned around and I had his dick
just above my face.  I opened my mouth to receive it.  He lowered himself
on me and I swallowed him but at the same time I felt a warm moisture on my
own cock.  He decided we would have a nice 69 and who was I to refuse such
a nice initiative ?  I swallowed him completely and the head of his cock
was entering my throat.  I used my throat muscles to give him as much
pleasure as he was giving me.  I could feel my own cock being as deep in
his throat as it would go and he was surely not a novice at this.  He had
swallowed cock before, there was no doubt about that.


We pleasured each other for what seems hours even if it were only minutes.
The spit drooled down my shaft and he tried to capture it again.  So he let
my cock go and licked the shaft.  Soon enough I felt his tongue on my
testicles and he sucked them into his mouth.  At the same time he lifted
his hips and came down again, showing me he wanted me to do the same to
him.  I eagerly did so and was soon sucking on his balls.  For the first
time he actually moaned and I knew I had touched a sensitive spot.  I went
to work on his balls, sucking them in and stretching them down before
releasing them.  Than going back up to suck on them again.  I did that
several times and the moans became more frequent and louder.  Yes, he liked
his balls sucked on.  I went for them with even more gusto.  Licking them,
sucking them, rolling them in my mouth as mush as I could.

I was actually in heaven, but he didn't know that.


I went on and on but wanted to go for the big prize.  I let go of his balls
and licked that sensitive area between balls and ass.  It happens to be
that a lot of men do not know how sensitive that part is and how much
pleasure it gives when properly licked and kissed.  If he didn't know it,
he would soon discover what this little spot could do to him.  As I licked
it up he suddenly sat up and forced his hips onto my mouth.  I took that he
was discovering something and was in to show him how good it could be.  I
licked and kissed and softly bit his tender area and he soon was wriggling
his lower abdomen all over my face and mouth.  Doing so, his ass came much
closer to my mouth and I took the risk and the initiative to let my tongue
wander to that intimate area.  As I couldn't get his cheeks open (my hands
were still tied to the bed) my tongue had some difficulty to go in that
muscular ass.  Nonetheless, I licked as much as I could and pushed my
tongue between his muscle.  He sensed what I was trying to do and his hands
grabbed his ass cheeks to open them up for me.  If that was not an
invitation, it sure looked like one.  I didn't wait a moment and dove in
between those ass cheeks.  His musky odor mixed with a faint fragrance of
soap was all that I needed to service him real good.  I sucked on his
puckered hole as if I wanted to suck him inside out.  He sat down on my
face full force and even if I had some problems to breath I sure was going
to give him a good rim job.


He came into the house without thinking of me, but just his pleasure and I
just wanted to give him that.  His moans and groans turned into Ohhh's and
Ahhhh's and as long as he was sitting on my face I didn't intend to stop
what I was doing.  My tongue tried to enter him but his rosebud was as
closed as possible.  But I could always lick it and suck it and the pool
man just seemed to enjoy it immensely.  He just rubbed his ass over my face
and I loved it.  I couldn't get enough of it.  I was going to heaven and
back more than a shuttle train to the airport.  Pool man was once again on
the edge and got up quickly to avoid shooting his load.


Once again he got out of the bedroom, leaving me tied up, and took again
about ten minutes to come back.  This time he was a little more considerate
and carried a bottle of beer with him.  He approached the bed and just told
me to open my mouth.  As I did so, he poured some beer in it and I
swallowed.  He than put the bottle on the nightstand and went to the end of
the bed and untied my ankles.  I moved my legs a little as they were
strained to much time.  As soon as both ankles were freed, he came on the
bed and lifted my left leg, bending it over me and over my chest and tied
it to the head post of the bed.  Than he did the same to the right leg.  I
thought I was vulnerable when tied spread-eagle, but his time I felt even
more exposed with my butt up in the air and my cheeks wide open.


He sat on his knees between my legs and looked at what was exposed.  He
seemed to doubt about what he was going to do, but soon made up his mind
and bent down to sniff at my hole.

He took long drags through his nose and seemed to like what he found.  I
felt his nose in my crack and soon it was replaced by his tongue.  Once
again I was going to heaven, but I knew that if he would do this too long,
I would cum as this was my most sensitive spot.  This time I didn't try to
hide my moans and I let him know clearly that what he was doing was really
exciting me to the highest point.  After licking and sucking me for quite a
while, he put his finger in his mouth, wetting it well and introduced it in
my hole.  I was relaxed and excited enough to let him do that without
complaining the least.  He entered me slowly but determined.  He pushed his
finger in and than started to turn it around in my hole, And yes, he soon
found my special spot and started to massage my prostate.  I oozed pre-cum
like a faucet.  My breathing was heavy and my heart pounded like crazy.


He seemed to like my tight hole around his finger and started finger
fucking me.  Slowly at first but soon adding more speed and force.  Before
I could realize how good it all felt, he added a second finger and twisted
them around in my willing hole, I moaned loudly.  The excitement was too
much for me.  My head moved quickly from right to left and back.  Once
again I thought I was going to cum right there and then, but, of course, he
once again felt it and slowed down his pace.  Touching me in places I
didn't even know I had, I was on the edge but with his careful
ministrations it ebbed away a little.


He added a third finger and stretched my hole to its limits.  Turning and
twisting his fingers in my ass I could really feel those muscles relax and
accept the treatment they were receiving.  I knew I was soon going to
receive his manhood inside me or at least I hoped so.  He seemed to want to
take his time and went on and on finger fucking me.  He felt me inside like
no one had ever done.

My sexual tension was going up again and I thought my heart would be
bursting out of my chest.

This going to the edge and back was exhausting me in a very pleasurable
way, but I wanted him to fuck me!  I wanted to feel him inside of me like
never before.


- Fuck me, please, FUCK ME!!!! I heard myself say, almost screaming

He did as if he hadn't heard me.  He went on working my ass with his
fingers and made me writhe and move, limited by my position, but writhing
nonetheless.  With his free hand he started to stroke my dick softly and
with the pre-cum oozing like it was, my shaft was soon slippery and wet.
He added even more saliva on it and massaged my cock sensually.  I didn't
know where he had learned how to do all this, but I was certainly not
complaining.


Not soon enough, his fingers left my hole and I could feel him move.  I
didn't want to open my eyes, but rather have the surprise of what was
coming.  It was not really a surprise to feel him smear his pre-cum
straight from his cock onto my rosebud.  He rubbed his cock-head between my
ass-cheeks and aimed it right at my rosebud.  Slowly and carefully he
started to push forward.  I could feel the first signs of this excruciating
pain that goes with a penetration after a long time of abstinence.  I set
my mind to it to relax as much as possible and as soon as his head passed
my sphincter he hold still, letting my ass getting used to the invasion.
That burning feeling of the first moment faded away slowly and as soon as
he felt I was relaxing enough, he pushed again, penetrating me with his
manhood inch by inch, without hurry but without pausing.  Soon enough I
felt his pubic hairs tickle my as-cheeks.  He was completely in and it felt
most wonderful.  Slowly, without rushing anything, he started to withdraw
till only the head of his cock was inside, and than pushing back in.  His
thrusts were sensual and done with care.  Finally he was thinking about my
pleasure as well as his.  He went in and out with slow, long strokes and
moved in such a way that at each stroke, my prostate was well hit.  I felt
sensations inside me that were completely new.  No, I was no novice at all,
but this man knew how to pleasure someone.  He knew exactly how to move in
the right way and give pleasure as mush as taking it.  I knew I wouldn't
last long with his powerful thrusts.  I felt my cum boiling in my balls and
wanting to get out, but than again, he felt it to and slowed his pace once
again till he was holding still with his cock deeply buried in my bowels.
After what seemed like eternal minutes, he started to withdraw and push in
again and brought up his speed quite quickly.  Soon enough he was plowing
me with force.  He touched so deep inside of me that I almost fainted.
This was really to good to be true.  He went in and out of me forcefully
and was sweating abundantly.  His sweat drops fell on my face and on my
lips.  I drank them with gusto.


While fucking me like mad, he untied my ankles and I wrapped my legs around
him, crossing my ankles on his back, holding him inside of me and pushing
him even further into me.  As he untied my wrists I wrapped my arms around
his neck and drew him in for the most passionate kiss I had ever given to
any one.  Our tongues were dueling in our mouth, his cock was ramming my
insides and my own cock was pressed between our bellies.  As wonderful as
it felt, I knew we wouldn't last long.  His hips moved so fast that I was
afraid his cock would slip out of my hole involuntarily.

But it didn't.  He knew exactly what he was doing.


Suddenly he arched his back, let out a almost inhumane growl and pushed his
hips forward even deeper than before.  Staying still I could feel the
pulses in his cock shaft and I knew he was ejaculating deep inside of me.
The sole idea of having his seed inside of me, pushed me over the edge and
I had the most incredible orgasm in my life.  My cock erupted its seed
between our bellies and I knew my ass-muscles would contract with each
spurt.  These contractions, I knew, he would feel on his cock and he let
out another long growl of pleasure as I sensed he was having a second
orgasm only a few seconds after the first.


He collapsed on me.  I wrapped my body around his and kissed him with heart
and soul.  Our breathing came back to normal slowly and we both felt that
fantastic afterglow of fantastic sex.


- Stay inside of me, please, I whispered in his ear.


I just hate it when some one pulls out as soon as they have come.  I want
them to go soft slowly and let the cock leave my ass in a natural way by
deflating.  Far to soon this happened and I felt that awful emptiness after
the lovemaking.  But he stayed on me and I hold on to him, never wanting
him to leave me.  He lifted his head from my shoulder, looked in my eyes
and kissed me tenderly.  In that kiss he put his soul and his heart and if
I had known him better, I would have known he was just on the verge of
falling for me like I was falling for him.  It is strange how feelings of
the heart follow so quickly the feelings of the body.


He rolled off of me and laid beside me with his arm over my chest, his lips
next to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe tenderly.  Strangely enough I felt
secure and safe in his arms.  I felt totally relaxed and after this intense
sex session I dozed off.


When I woke up, I don?t know how long I dozed, I was alone in my bed.  I
thought it maybe had been just a dream, but the ropes on the bedposts and
the soreness of my ass made me realize it had not been a dream at all.  I
switched on the lamp beside the bed and wanted to call out to ?

Jeez, I didn't even know his name.  So, I got up and went to search for
Him, but the house was empty.  I went out to the terrace and that was empty
as well.  He had gone, just as mysteriously as he had come.


But, he had to come back to clean the pool, didn't he ?