Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2005 19:37:29 +0000 (GMT)
From: todd weston <toddweston21@btinternet.com>
Subject: diary of william robinson part 8

THE DIARY OF WILLIAM ROBINSON- PART 8

DAY 385

I was very happy to see that Don had reduced his layers of clothing. His
normal `uniform' had been replaced by a silver singlet which was tucked
into a tight pair of cotton shorts- short to the point of erotic but still
covering the treasure I desperately needed to see and to
manipulate. Fortunately, with the covering tight it ensured that Don's
meaty flesh created a clear outline -- the long length of the cock
stretching horizontal and to the right- a sight on which I could not help
but focus as he neared.

As Don stood silently before me, I could not take my eyes of the outline of
his cock. Then, he leant forward and at the same time as squeezing my
twitching cock to expose its red moist head, he informed me that with my
confessed expert help he expected his cock to lengthen even further. I
gulped in more air as his fingers pressurised my balls, then just as I was
raising my hands to the tight waistband of his shorts, he told me he would
lean against a rockface so that I could show him the expertise that I had
claimed I had developed back at the training base. In a somewhat jocular
manner he mentioned that if I did not have these skills then he would have
to teach them to me and further I would receive a good over the knee
spanking for exaggerating the truth. I knew that I had the skills but I was
unsure of whether Don just wanted to spank me anyway -- and if that was the
case I knew that whatever I succeeded in accomplishing would be irrelevant
in relation to acquiring a reddened rear!

Don released my balls and then he moved to a low rockface which although
nearer the lake allowed him to rest casually whilst waiting to receive. He
beckoned naked me forward and when I had knelt my eyes focused on his
crotch. He told me to begin when I was ready- finally adding that I was not
to touch his cock or ball flesh until he was naked- although the
opportunity of touching him through fabric was available.

I placed my hands on Don's legs- just below his thighs- and the warmth of
his body coupled with the down coated muscles of his upper legs sent a
shudder down my spine. Don remained motionless as I slowly slid each hand
towards his thighs until they reached the leg openings of the high cut
cotton shorts. I leant forward to kiss the place that I judged was the base
of his cock - then as it was clear in which direction his thick shaft lay,
I licked the cotton of his shorts wetting the fabric so it clung even
tighter to the throbbing flesh. When outlined with moisture, I dragged my
teeth along the fat shaft eliciting a groan from Don. As I let my fingers
wander beneath the shorts I was hindered by the silver singlet which I now
knew extended to cover and fit over his crotch. This unexpected design
would prevent me from receiving a spanking but it also let me know I could
lower the shorts without exposing the most important areas of his flesh.

I moved back slightly to hook my fingers inside the waistband and as I
pulled downwards Don moved from the rockface allowing the cotton to drag
slowly down exposing mounds of flesh now covered by only skin tight silver
fabric. Even through the fabric I could see that Don was cut and although I
was anticipating the hard rod to expand lengthways- which it did- I was
also amazed at the thickness of the shaft. As Don once again rested against
the rock, he wriggled, allowing the shorts to fall to his ankles to be
kicked aside whilst I rested my head against his groin. He had no reason to
order me to continue as I had started licking and gnawing at the mounds of
flesh whilst his hands dug into my short hair massaging and caressing as I
worked. I kissed, licked and sucked my way from his large balls to the tip
of his cockhead where happily I was able to suck through the material to
gain a first taste of Don's pre-cum. Now satisfied that I was allying
myself to a man who was clearly much more than just a huge cock, I did then
focus on the task of ridding Don of the silver in order to get the gold.

 I was unhappy at removing my mouth from his hidden flesh but I knew the
only way to have his cock penetrate my throat was to rid Don of this
garment. Further, if I did not wish to acquire red cheeks, I would have-
and of course I was more than willing- to service him to climax using not
only my mouth- but my tongue and teeth.

I stood up to place a hand on each of the narrow straps that rested on his
broad shoulders- I pulled each outwards forcing them down the arms allowing
the tight silver material to slip and expose more of the broad hair covered
chest but not as yet the large flat brown nipples which would be the next
target for my teeth.

As I reached upwards to lower the fabric further, Don pulled me into him
clamping his hands onto my bare cheeks and as I struggled to expose his
nipples he forced strong fingers between my cheeks searching for my tight
virgin puckered hole. As he found his target with one long finger I
shivered then grimaced but then I was able to force my teeth onto a large
nipple which caused my release at the same time as Don yelled. I gauged
that for sexual experiences Don was going to be a moaner and a yeller which
of course is brilliant- nothing nicer for my ears than coarse or vulgar
terminology during sex.

I held onto the nipple with my teeth as my hands edged the garment further
down his strong body leaving it rolled up just above his long cock. I bit
his nipple flesh then twisted it with my teeth forcing a string of
obesities from Don which continued when I focused on the other tender flat
nipple. Eventually I licked the hard skin of his broad chest, and Don ran
his fingernails down my back scratching into my flesh whilst grunting as my
tongue then worked past his navel down to the hidden treasure.

Don began twisting my ears and grinding his knuckles into my shoulders as I
finally but slowly lowered the silver over the hidden mound and down to
below his thighs. As the long fat cock hit me in the face as it sprung to
attention, it left a globule of pre-cum dangling from my cheek but I
resisted the temptation of sucking up the remainder until the silver
garment was completely off his hard body.

Don was finally naked. His rampant cock soared up from his large low
hanging balls. The shaft and globes were hairless with the area above the
base of this cock nothing more than a stubble. The cockshaft was fat, with
the head -- now dripping with pre-cum- maroon, wet and wide. All was
inviting but I had no option but to close my lips around the fat head in
order to suck up the sweet thick pre-cum.

At first I sucked then bit as I let tongue then teeth work on the sensitive
fat head and when I began to chew Don howled forcing fingernails into my
back. I reached with one hand to cup a large smooth ball as I attempted to
take more of the shaft into my mouth. I squeezed his globe as I pushed my
mouth down and then as I attempted to position both balls in one hand Don
wailed as his hands held onto the sides of my head forcing his cock down my
throat. I gagged for air and although I had managed to cope back at the
base with some long cocks Don's extra thick shaft made me struggle for
rhythm until he forced me to the ground and began to mouth fuck me. He was
clearly skilled and pulled clear of my throat each time allowing me to gulp
air before once again ramming. I closed my lips around the shaft which was
now well lubricated from my juices and his sweet pre-cum.

I lay still not now obliged to show any skill as Don rammed home .He began
his tirade of words and although I was held captive I was glad to be the
recipient of his words.

I felt Don tense then howl and my throat and mouth were flooded with
cum. It now became difficult to breathe, swallow and suck at the same time-
for he kept thrusting ensuring that I received all of his load- then, as I
began to gag he withdrew and slumped against the rock. I breathed normally
now as I swallowed the last of his white fluid but I could see that his
cock although softening still had threads of juice seeping from the slit so
I rested over Don to eat up the remaining feast. Now quiet Don held onto me
as I licked rubbing his flat hands over my back. As I sat up sated from
drinking he spoke quietly to say that any spanking was on hold.

We lay motionless for about ten minutes and then when he turned me over- he
could see I was still erect and that I had not achieved my customary dry
climax- so he ordered me to jack whilst laying across him. As I pumped he
pulled my small balls and hairless sac downwards prolonging my action- but
when he suddenly released them I also yelped as the dry orgasm cascaded up
my cock. I gained my normal breathing quickly noticing as well that once
more he had achieved a full erection but perhaps fortunately he ordered a
swim.

We swam for about an hour including stops which were mainly so Don could
press his cock into my rear but finally he climbed from the lake. Before
heading off to dry he told me that when I was finished I was to return to
my camp standing point in order to dry my body in the wind- then once I was
dry and as long as I was sporting an erection, he would come over to talk
to me.

It took nearly half an hour for me to be ready with my short hair the final
part to dry- although there was never any doubt as to me being able to
create an erection! Don fingered this as he informed me that after a meal
we would discuss in great detail my experiences at base camp and that on
the way back to Jupiter --tomorrow- we would discuss the more important
second part of my induction. It took little imagination to realise what he
meant although I was daunted rather than scared at the prospect for as I
stood there with a naked Don I could see all of what he hoped to take me
with.

I was concerned about girth as well as length but I knew he would prevail
but as I had genuinely told Don much earlier he would be the first. As we
walked back to the camp I was also informed that in time and once I had
engaged in the final act of union that we would both receive tattoos. To my
relief they were going to be close to the intimate parts of our bodies and
thus hidden from most people with his saying `I own William Robinson' and
with mine being `I am the property of Don West'. I had no objection but to
reach the full position of ownership I was sure that Don would create more
trials for me in the near future.