Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2011 15:20:29 -0500
From: Michael <obiwankenokie@gmail.com>
Subject: David the sailor - 3

"Sit." David commanded.

I sat.  He removed my jeans and folded them neatly, placing them on the
blanket.  He did the same with my shirt, my underwear and socks.  I sat
naked and vulnerable in front of him.

"Lay down" he said.

I followed his instruction. He opened the box and pulled out a small pillow
which he placed under my head.  I closed my eyes and suddenly felt I was in
a room with many people staring at me.  In the awkward discomfort of that
moment I opened my eyes and it seemed, for only a fraction of a second,
that there were people standing around me, staring down at me.

"I feel scared, like strangers are staring at me."  I admitted.

"Don't be scared, you are with me," He said.

I closed my eyes again.  Again I felt the presence, I tried to ignore it. I
relaxed and felt my body slack heavy in relaxation.  I opened my eyes again
and David stood beside me.

A square of moonlight framed by the parlor window lit him as if he were the
star of a one man show.  The soft blue light presented him as if he were a
slightly colorized black and white film. His skin, the wall, the floor all
shades of gray but his hair was a soft orange that only hinted at the fire
it shows in the height of the day.  He smiled.  With his right hand he
pinched his nipple and then caressed his torso until his thumb rested on
the buckle of his belt.  With one hand he pulled and tugged his belt open,
then pulled it so its length snaked through the belt loops of his jeans.
He held the belt with his hand on the buckle and he dragged the leather
strap across my naked body.  It caressed me lightly across my thighs,
stomach and finally my cock.  Then he dropped the belt so that it crossed
my waist.  He smiled. His right hand again rested on the opening of his
jeans and he pulled the button fly open.  Pop, pop, pop he opened the fly
slowly until I could see the dusting of ginger hair peaking into the
moonlight.  He wore no underwear.  Once his jeans were fully undone he
pushed the pants down past his knees.

His thighs were powerful and lean.  His cock was un-cut, plump and it hung
long against his leg.  Its large mushroom head peeked through the foreskin
like a frightened turtle.  I wanted to touch it, I tried to move but I was
unable to move.  My limbs were heavy as if I were being pressed to the
floor.

David kneeled slowly, sat next to me and pulled his jeans the rest of the
way off.

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes, please."

He moved closer to he was kneeling next to my head.  My arms were released
and I touched him with my finger tips, dragging them across his abs,
thighs, chest and cock.  The skin was soft and warm and I could feel his
heart beat as blood rushed to his hardening member.  My fingers explored
his balls and I ran them through his pubic hair.  I wrapped my fingers
around his dick and started to jerk him off.  He pulled away from me and
stood up next to me.  I wanted to sit up but again I was heavy and stuck to
the floor.  My heart raced, I studied his body and saw that the purple
mushroom head was now fully exposed from behind the foreskin.

"I want to taste you," I said.

"I will allow you to," he said.  Suddenly I could move and I sat up.  He
stood in front of me with his legs slightly apart.  He put his hands on my
head.  His cock head was just at my lips.  I could smell a musty masculine
smell that was intoxicating and inviting.  I stuck out my tongue and licked
his piss slit. It was salty, my lips tingled.  I leaned forward and licked
his cock like a lollypop and buried my nose in his red bush.  I leaned
below and licked his balls and the musky perfume had a flavor.  I closed my
eyes and buried my face deeper into his crotch.  I leaned back, opened my
mouth and placed his now pulsing dick inside.  David sighed and I could
feel slight pressure on the back of my head from his hands.  He was guiding
me.  His cock filled my mouth, inch by inch until its length filled my
mouth and throat. I gagged a little but David's voice calmly said, "Relax",
and the magic of his being relaxed my gag reflex and the discomfort went
away.  My hands were on his hips and I started to move him in and out of my
mouth until his cracking voice said, "Stop."  As he pulled his cock from my
mouth I sucked as if he was a straw.  I could taste his precum leaking on
my tongue.

"I am not ready for you to taste me." David said.  I said nothing.  He sat
down next to me, facing me.  He leaned into me and wrapped his arms around
me. I followed his lead and we kissed, deeply and passionately.  I heard
his voice in my head ask, "Do you taste yourself in my mouth."

My thoughts replied, "Yes."

"I want to fuck you." David said.  "You don't need to be scared, you will
feel only pleasure."  He laid me down on the blanket again and moved
between my legs.  He lifted my hips into the air and buried his face into
my anus.  I could feel his hot tongue lapping at the tender skin of my ass
hole; I could feel it wiggling past the opening.  It felt weird but so
right. I could feel my body relaxing into the pleasure of the moment.  It
felt as thought he continued to tongue fuck me for hours but even so all
too soon he stopped and he lowered my waist to his. My ankles resting on
his shoulders and my ass waiting for his cock to invade.  He reached over
to the box and pulled out something I could not see.  I felt warm fluid
drip on my skin and then felt the heat of his cock head against the pucker
of my ass.  I could feel it pushing forward and I could feel it passing
into my body.  I felt full.  I felt him filling me with his hot hard cock
and the desire for more.  I moved my hips instinctively and David made
guttural growls.  I opened my eyes and watched his face as he slowly moved
his cock in and out of my body.  With every thrust the push became harder
and more intense.  The intensity show in his face as well.  I could see
beads of sweat form on his brow and then his eyes changed from blue to a
reddish hue.  He stopped moving then thrust again as he shouted something
in a language that I had never heard.  His face and his eyes seemed to glow
red from an internal light and my body convulsed in a jolt of pleasure that
I have never even thought possible.  We stayed in that pose for seemed
several minutes.

His face returned to its normal color and I could feel his softening member
retreat from my body.  He lay next to me sweaty and spent and he spooned
into me, his arm around me as if he were shielding me from something.  I
suddenly sleep found me and I knew nothing until the morning sun filled the
parlor.

I was naked on the blanket on the floor of the abandoned house. David sat
on the box in the corner of the room watching me. I reached for my pants.

"No, you should never wear clothing, you are too beautiful to be hidden."
He said.

I blushed and smiled. "I think that the administration would disagree with
me going to class nude."

"They are only jealous." He said. "How do you feel this morning?"

"Like I am floating." I said.  I stood and walked over to him, my dick
getting hard with every step.  Without speaking a word he opened his mouth
and guided my cock into it. He held my hips and sucked me down.  My knees
buckled but yet I stood as if supported by something outside myself.