Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2011 06:17:09 EST
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: Hooked

Hooked.  Copyright Alex Carr. 2011.

The first time I heard Sam singing his version of a Beatles number, `All My
Lovin' I just knew I was hooked.

He performed at the local bar, I had not heard of him until then but I
grabbed the opportunity to buy him a drink after he'd performed and
received rapturous applause.

That was then and now is now, we got talking like it was magic, like we
both had so much in common and he said, if he could drive me home he would
be glad to give me some more renditions of his talent.

I went for that, I had never felt so lucky. To have actually been noticed
by Sam who really was so sweet.

So there we were, planted on his gorgeous leather settee and me being
treated to a really wonderful excusive performance of his songs given the
accompaniment of his recorded backing music.

He has a large detached house in the country, some way from his nearest
number so he was really able to let himself go.

Very soon we exchanged our wants and our ambitions, he'd had two or three
bad relationships and I felt empathy for him. He announced he just didn't
think he was cut out for a heterosexual relationship any more and was
turning his thoughts to coming out, because he knew that was the basis of
his broken relationships, that he could just not perform any more with
girls, although he loved and adored them, but to be intimate with them was
something else.

"Nothing wrong in that at all" I said. "At the end of the day you are you
and nothing can change that, Sam, you sing beautifully and I cherish your
sound."

He looked good to me, he wore nice snugly fitted beige trousers which
suited hum perfectly and I adored his tailored shirt. I just don't know how
it happened but he prompted me just to lay my head on his lap and stretch
out with my legs on the sofa. It all seemed so wonderful, just laying there
listening to his sweet murmurings and the occasional singing. - without the
musical accompaniment now, just Sam quietly singing, his fingers running
through y hear.  It was perfect.

"Where have you been al my life, Alex? He whispered to me, his fingers
wondering then, stroking my neck , my Adam's Apple.

"Been waiting for someone like you" I replied happily enjoying his gentle
finger tip touches.

He said he had never been so happy for a along time and I saw that he
closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his fingers, just the very touch
of his warm caresses, were just magic.

I never imagined it could be so wonderfully different and diverse with Sam,
He wasn't like any of the others, his approach, everything.

Mind you it was always nice with Badger, the rough hands of an old man were
always a great turn on in his allotment shed, his fuck was slow and
enjoyable and he had me more times than I can number.

And with Danny too, his fuck was always a thrill, not to mention the build
up. I simply adored the way he held his cock inside me, stopping awhile and
letting me feel its deep probing throb, especially when he took me sitting
on top for an even deeper penetration, I always enjoyed that and imagined
there could never be anyone better than Danny for the ultimate quality
fuck..

Phil too was nice, they wee all different, no fuck was ever quite like
another - with Phil his thing was to tie his soiled underwear around my
neck, making me taste him as he fucked me, I felt repelled at first and yet
there was a certain relish about it once I got into the mood, his fingers
having done their job all under me, his mouth too and always that deep
probing very long tongue of his.

I felt a strange warmth and magic feeling with my head nudged between his
thighs, his fingers still gently caressing my hair, my neck, ears and now,
he was running his small finger around the circumference of my lips which
truly gave me a feeling I had never quiet experienced ever before.

I twisted my head slightly into his groin, so warm there and so good, he
moved just a little, enough for me to nudge deeper I guess and I took the
opportunity, feeling a slight exuberance there as he sighed deeply and
began to do something I could never have imagined was such a real turn on
but with a difference.

When he first penetrated his fingers into my mouth I imagined he was just
examining my rather dilapidated molars which really needed to come out,
well Sam was a dentist. But this was something more. It became exciting
too, his manoeuvring of my lips, stretching my mouth in different
directions with two strong fingers lodged inside. It was a rather odd
feeling at first, different to say the least, but soon it became something
more than just what I thought was an inspection, when his fingers gently
stroked the inside of my mouth cheeks, running across the roof and bottom
of my mouth, teasing my tongue, but all the time, he not saying a word,
simply moaning a little in that sexual sound I knew so well. It was rather
lovely, and when he bent down and somehow managed to find my mouth with
his, he endeared me with the most delightful of dee0-p penetrating French
kisses I'd ever known, but with fingers still stretching lips apart, his
tongue finding mine.

That was when I started to feel a swelling against my cheek with my head
still planted slightly sideways into his groin. -who could ever have
imagined, least me, that this could be so utterly thrilling and exciting,
to feel the growth of his cock beneath his trousers like it was itching to
come out.

But it soon was, with Sam edging my head down just a little, but still
holding it nudged lower between his tight, he managed to unzip just enough
to give me his scent and I wondered what this wonderful man would do next,
everything so far having been so very different.

I was soon to find out and what a sheer delight it was, because with one
hand still busy fingering my mouth, stretching it wide open. He used the
other to inch out that glorious pink headed cock of his, spent a little
time, wanking it, squeezing it and then sort of bending it, then easing it
into my mouth with his fingers and soon I was drenched in the first taste
of his pre-cum squirting over my tongue as he enthusiast6ically manoeuvred
and twisted it around the inside of my mouth in every conceivable way. I
was in a trance, feeling the warmth of his balls lap under my chin as he
continued to thoroughly enjoy himself inside my mouth.

And yet he was always careful not to choke me. It was divine to feel the
firmness, yet the plumpness of his huge cock pamper me that way. I wondered
if I would be in for a fuck too or would he be just happy to finish himself
into my mouth, at no time had he suggested it, although I did feel him rim
me a couple of times which was very nice, but it made me horny and hungry
for the feel; of hard cock inside again.  But before that was achieved
there were a few things more Sam wanted to do with me that really made for
exciting pre-fuck I could ever have realised.

And yet, when he tied my wrist to the bed rail I knew he would not hurt me,
it was more for the thrill I knew that and I wanted that, it felt good to
somehow live in a fantasy that he was the master and I his servant,
especially when he jumped stark naked onto the bed and presented his so
stiff and throbbing cock into my mouth once more for a real good gobble
this time, even more than before, he spent time, just teasing his knob
around my lips inside and out, touching mine with his, around and around
like he did inside my mouth, I loved the smell and taste of him, wanted
that, all of it, inside me. He whispered it would all come in
time,. Literally - and I said I hoped so.

With sweet Sam, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear, occasionally pressing
his mouth to mine for another of his extraordinary wet French kisses, after
my mouth had just been embellished with the saturation of his hot wet cock,
he holding on to the bed rail, edging his cock all over me, my hands tied
firmly behind, I enjoyed the pleasure he took of me, It was good to suck
and taste him, tease his cock head between my teeth in order to stretch
back his foreskin nice and tight, so I could see and feel his jerk, no
hand, just mouth and tongue doing the job so beautifully.

In a while he stopped, untied me and ordered me onto all fours, my hind
pronounced high for his service, he said. Would this mean he would give it
to me at last, but then having tied me hog style he exited to the kitchen
to fix some eats he said - and something to drink, that I would need that
for what he was going to do to me next.

I just waited, stopped there on all fours, aching for his fuck now, the
taste of him pungent in my mouth, my throat, my tongue - now I wanted it
inside me, and good!

But he came up with some crab sandwiches which he declared were a good
aphrodisiac and feeding me with them I felt completely at his mercy, it was
all part of that special bond between us.

"I don't think somehow I need an aphrodisiac, Sam?"

"You will by the time we've finished!" he warned.

When we'd eaten I felt the hunger he endured of me, felt his hot mouthy
suck and rim me, and then suck my cock, it was so good, he wanking me as he
did that, then the feel of his tongue inside my ass was really a good
starter, but then I wanted cock, good and hard and thrusting, I was aching
for that!

It was a beautiful fuck, his fingers still inside my mouth, stretching and
manoeuvring, me thinking is that the way dentists do it, his fingers
tasting of that which had just been inside my hole preparing it for his
fuck, so different and wonderful and as he started to fuck me, his fingers
working in my mouth stretching like that I felt a certain belonging and
warmth I had never ever felt before and it was wonderful..

Like his fingers in my mouth and his cock up my ass I was well and truly
hooked on Sam.