AN EROTIC STORY: Asked to move this from fetish to lounge

[+ Funguy]

Installment 2: 02-28-2014

 

Please refresh your memories by reviewing the original post of 02-21-2014

 

And we continue (as promised):

 

I rise from his nether area, turn him around again, and as we hold each other tightly, our kisses become more urgent, still controlled but barely, especially as our mouths and tongues explore deep within each other. Soon he has me stand at attention, hands on my waist and, from behind, he slips his hands thru my arms and takes my nipples: rubbing, twisting, squeezing. His hands trail down and hold that special place as his lips nuzzle my neck and he presses himself against me, poking and prodding. In slow motion he turns me back around to face him and lowers his warm, wet mouth, taking me entirely: sucking, tongue swirling, up and down but, oh so slowly, until we break before I cum. In slow, erotic, rhythmic motions his hands knead my buttocks and slowly separate them. Soon, his wet finger begins to trace a path between my buttocks, searching for its target: that sensitive dimple between my legs, a place full of the nerve endings of pleasure. As his finger finds its target, his mouth slowly moves to my sac, lingers, and he turns me around and bends me over. First his finger caresses, penetrates, opens, massages, stimulates, then his mouth finds that door leading to heaven. He buries his face in my quivering, wanting ass, tongue probing, kissing, licking, sucking until, moaning in ecstasy, I can’t take anymore.

 

We fall, entwined, onto the bed, breathing out of control.

 

I have to have this guy NOW!

 

As I break from his mouth to reach for the nightstand I see the desire in his deep blue eyes. He slides, slowly, down my body, licking, savoring the salt in my sweat, until he reaches my cock, again taking it into his mouth. Almost out of control, I have one hand on the back of his head, gently running my fingers through his thick hair and pushing him onto me; the other hand reaches for a condom and lube. Quickly, before I succumb to Jon’s mouth, I bring him back up and devour his face with my lips.

 

He takes the condom from me, puts it on, lubes both of us and slowly, very slowly stretches me with one finger, then two, then three! And then he finds my prostate. Massaging - between his hand up my ass, his mouth on my cock, his other hand rubbing my nipple - he puts me into orbit. When he thinks I am ready to take him he gently slips inside. Though he is a full 8 inches, his cock is average in girth so I can easily accommodate him. As I lay on my back, my legs resting on his shoulders, we develop a rhythm. Slowly it increases, my legs drop to Jon’s waist, pulling him closer. His hands rub my cock, and I clutch him tightly as I feel a wave of pleasure building. Jon feels that same wave, slows, withdraws, and tortures me as he turns me over, spreads my cheeks and enters me from behind. He reaches under me to grab my cock and, at that instant, my entire body begins to shake and quiver, to contract and relax, to squeeze uncontrollably. The orgasm goes from my cock-filled ass through my entire body, centering in my center, and spewing my cum as long as Jon holds and rubs. At the same time Jon is in the throes of his own orgasm, grabbing a pillow to scream into, pushed as far as he can go, and paralyzed by my contractions. We simply cannot move at all. So incredibly painful, such exquisite pleasure.

 

Who knows how much later on, as we had fallen asleep, his hand around my cock, his cock in my ass, we very carefully disengage and roll over. I groan with loss as he slips from my ass, astounded that we are both still hard. No way, no how can we go through that again!

 

“What the hell was that?” I ask, hardly able to speak.

With a knowing look, “a total body orgasm”

“Jesus”

“I’ve never had one either”

 

All I can do is stare into those eyes and hold him as we fall back asleep.

 

Morning comes and with it the hard-on to end all others. I…love…morning…sex! Rolling over and reaching for Jon, I find the bed empty! Falling back on my pillow,

 

“Did I imagine last nite?”

“Did I dream it?”

“Was Jon ever here?”

 

Stay tuned for the conclusion of this vignette on 03-07-2014!

[bigvalboy]

Installment 2: 02-28-2014

 

Please refresh your memories by reviewing the original post of 02-21-2014

 

And we continue (as promised):

 

I rise from his nether area, turn him around again, and as we hold each other tightly, our kisses become more urgent, still controlled but barely, especially as our mouths and tongues explore deep within each other. Soon he has me stand at attention, hands on my waist and, from behind, he slips his hands thru my arms and takes my nipples: rubbing, twisting, squeezing. His hands trail down and hold that special place as his lips nuzzle my neck and he presses himself against me, poking and prodding. In slow motion he turns me back around to face him and lowers his warm, wet mouth, taking me entirely: sucking, tongue swirling, up and down but, oh so slowly, until we break before I cum. In slow, erotic, rhythmic motions his hands knead my buttocks and slowly separate them. Soon, his wet finger begins to trace a path between my buttocks, searching for its target: that sensitive dimple between my legs, a place full of the nerve endings of pleasure. As his finger finds its target, his mouth slowly moves to my sac, lingers, and he turns me around and bends me over. First his finger caresses, penetrates, opens, massages, stimulates, then his mouth finds that door leading to heaven. He buries his face in my quivering, wanting ass, tongue probing, kissing, licking, sucking until, moaning in ecstasy, I can’t take anymore.

 

We fall, entwined, onto the bed, breathing out of control.

 

I have to have this guy NOW!

 

As I break from his mouth to reach for the nightstand I see the desire in his deep blue eyes. He slides, slowly, down my body, licking, savoring the salt in my sweat, until he reaches my cock, again taking it into his mouth. Almost out of control, I have one hand on the back of his head, gently running my fingers through his thick hair and pushing him onto me; the other hand reaches for a condom and lube. Quickly, before I succumb to Jon’s mouth, I bring him back up and devour his face with my lips.

 

He takes the condom from me, puts it on, lubes both of us and slowly, very slowly stretches me with one finger, then two, then three! And then he finds my prostate. Massaging - between his hand up my ass, his mouth on my cock, his other hand rubbing my nipple - he puts me into orbit. When he thinks I am ready to take him he gently slips inside. Though he is a full 8 inches, his cock is average in girth so I can easily accommodate him. As I lay on my back, my legs resting on his shoulders, we develop a rhythm. Slowly it increases, my legs drop to Jon’s waist, pulling him closer. His hands rub my cock, and I clutch him tightly as I feel a wave of pleasure building. Jon feels that same wave, slows, withdraws, and tortures me as he turns me over, spreads my cheeks and enters me from behind. He reaches under me to grab my cock and, at that instant, my entire body begins to shake and quiver, to contract and relax, to squeeze uncontrollably. The orgasm goes from my cock-filled ass through my entire body, centering in my center, and spewing my cum as long as Jon holds and rubs. At the same time Jon is in the throes of his own orgasm, grabbing a pillow to scream into, pushed as far as he can go, and paralyzed by my contractions. We simply cannot move at all. So incredibly painful, such exquisite pleasure.

 

Who knows how much later on, as we had fallen asleep, his hand around my cock, his cock in my ass, we very carefully disengage and roll over. I groan with loss as he slips from my ass, astounded that we are both still hard. No way, no how can we go through that again!

 

“What the hell was that?” I ask, hardly able to speak.

With a knowing look, “a total body orgasm”

“Jesus”

“I’ve never had one either”

 

All I can do is stare into those eyes and hold him as we fall back asleep.

 

Morning comes and with it the hard-on to end all others. I…love…morning…sex! Rolling over and reaching for Jon, I find the bed empty! Falling back on my pillow,

 

“Did I imagine last nite?”

“Did I dream it?”

“Was Jon ever here?”

 

Stay tuned for the conclusion of this vignette on 03-07-2014!

Better than the first, and so incredibly discriptive...and on "Pride Weekend" no less. What a wonderful story to start my day on, what will most assuradly be an absolutely incredible weekend...Cheers to you Funguy. "Wish you were here"...because....

 

Your always a funguy.

[whipped guy]

Well funguy, very hot! However, I sincerely hope that it was not a dream. I stopped watching Dallas cold turkey when Bobby Ewing appeared in the shower making me feel as though I was made a fool of for the entire previous season. Now we are only talking a couple of "episodes" here, but please make it be real!!! Like Jon ran down to the local Walmart to buy some clothespins... or even the corner convenience store to get some "Reddi Wip" for that special morning session. But please let it not be a dream sequence!!!

 

Knowing that you are always a funguy, you know I'm simple having some fun...

[+ Funguy]

Well funguy, very hot! However, I sincerely hope that it was not a dream. I stopped watching Dallas cold turkey when Bobby Ewing appeared in the shower making me feel as though I was made a fool of for the entire previous season. Now we are only talking a couple of "episodes" here, but please make it be real!!! Like Jon ran down to the local Walmart to buy some clothespins... or even the corner convenience store to get some "Reddi Wip" for that special morning session. But please let it not be a dream sequence!!!

 

Knowing that you are always a funguy, you know I'm simple having some fun...

 

Just you wait and see! You know the clothes pins come later but I really hadn't thought of the "Reddi Wip". Hmmmm - or Yummmm. But you really will have to wait until next Friday for the conclusion. I promise not to disappoint!

[+ Funguy]

Better than the first, and so incredibly discriptive...and on "Pride Weekend" no less. What a wonderful story to start my day on, what will most assuradly be an absolutely incredible weekend...Cheers to you Funguy. "Wish you were here"...because....

 

Your always a funguy.

 

Thank you BVB. Simply close your eyes tonight while you are enjoying yourself, alone or with other(s). Guaranteed bang!

[+ Oliver]

Upcuming subjects to be "touched" upon:

 

3. Pool party - clothing optional, with escorts and clients

I'm truly sorry I won't be able to make the Palm Springs get-together but this topic just happened to pop up in the story line. Perhaps Oliver would like to chime in? ....

 

Thank you for the invitation, but I am so totally discreet ... "What happens in PS, stays in PS." Although I'm sure much (or all of it) would fit in nicely with your story.

 

(Sorry you can't make it.)

[+ Funguy]

Thank you for the invitation, but I am so totally discreet ... "What happens in PS, stays in PS." Although I'm sure much (or all of it) would fit in nicely with your story.

 

(Sorry you can't make it.)

 

Thanks Oliver. I completely agree with discretion. Actually, I was only looking for some of the mechanics of a party. Not to worry…my overactive imagination will take over!

[Bosguy]

Thanks Oliver. I completely agree with discretion. Actually, I was only looking for some of the mechanics of a party. Not to worry…my overactive imagination will take over!

 

I don't think your imagination has to be overactive to turn your thoughts into another masterpiece.

 

PS. I will send you this week a great scenario with recommended stars for future use. You just have to add the "EROTIC"

 

Boston Bill

[+ Funguy]

I don't think your imagination has to be overactive to turn your thoughts into another masterpiece.

 

PS. I will send you this week a great scenario with recommended stars for future use. You just have to add the "EROTIC"

 

Boston Bill

 

EXCELLENT!!!

 

For all of you who are tuned in…I have completed next week's final installment for this vignette. (NO! I won't post early.) I am about to embark on another journey for all of us to enjoy!

[+ Axiom2001]

Could your first installment be in a completely separate thread with additional related erotic sagas follow? In other words, have a post which is devoid of comments from others. Just have stories and more stories. Before your first installment being put in this area, have IN LARGE LETTERS: This forum is ONLY for stories/sagas/vignettes!!!!

[+ Funguy]

Could your first installment be in a completely separate thread with additional related erotic sagas follow? In other words, have a post which is devoid of comments from others. Just have stories and more stories. Before your first installment being put in this area, have IN LARGE LETTERS: This forum is ONLY for stories/sagas/vignettes!!!!

 

Doubt that it would work too well - one thread with story only and another for post? It's hard (!) enough to get you guys to post here where you don't have to go onto another thread.

 

I could make them additive: first, installment 1; then installment 1 & 2; the 1, 2, & 3 so there is continuity. Problem is that they become unwieldily.

[+ Funguy]

Stay tuned for Installment #3 later today.

[bigvalboy]

Stay tuned for Installment #3 later today.

 

[+ Funguy]

Did it really happen?

 

As I look around the room, resigned to my fantasy, I find a pile of clothing – black T-shirt, black pants, black everything. I know they aren’t mine except for that black jock strap sticking out from the pile. Thank god!

 

Just as I get up to look around, raging erection still present, I hear the shower start. I wait a bit until the bathroom should be steamy and I peek in the door. Oh my! There’s a God in my shower!

 

Sure of myself, I enter the bathroom and then the shower. Jon is sitting on the bench, eyes closed, with the water aimed at his chest, falling down to his abdomen and beyond. As I walk to him, he senses I am there, and smiles. When he opens his eyes, he notes my throbbing penis just as I note his and we laugh; even better, he stands and we embrace. Since there is no way we can possibly repeat what transpired the night before, we don’t even try. We just hold each other, soaping each others’ bodies: backs, butts, cracks, balls, cocks, abds, nipples, arm pits, kissing in a wonderfully soapy embrace until the need for pleasure forces us to separate. I drop to my knees, water pounding on my back, take him into my mouth and lick, and suck, and pleasure Jon with my tongue until he can’t stand it! He pulls out of my mouth and lifts me up to kiss, holding my cheeks, tongues probing and swirling. After a bit, he drops to his knees and repeats my actions, his luscious lips kissing my hardness, his mouth gently sucking, his tongue tracing my head, down my shaft and back up over my most sensitive spot, his hand cupping my balls. I spy a condom and lube he must have brought into the shower in the hopes of doing exactly what we are doing.

 

I whisper, urgently, “Fuck me, now!

 

Slowly, almost teasing me, he suits up, lubes me as well as himself, stretches me, pushes me against the wall of the shower and penetrates my ass. I am amazed at how deftly he pulls this off. (Has he done this a lot?) As last night, the pain immediately turns to pleasure as he thrusts in and out. Soon he reaches around and grabs me, pumping until, groaning with pleasure, we cum, I in his hand, he in my ass. My ass grabs and hugs him as our orgasms wind down.

 

As I said before, I love morning sex - even better in the shower.

 

We luxuriate in the unlimited hot water, our soapy bodies against each other, kissing, simply holding each other for reassurance that this is not a dream. Finally, we leave the warmth of the shower, dry each other off without a word, and wrap each other in the warm, luxurious robes thoughtfully supplied by the hotel.

 

Again, we fall to the bed and, like last night, we are totally spent.

 

“When are you going home?” Jon asks.

“Tomorrow.”

“Stay another week. I’m house sitting an incredible place, pool too. It’s much nicer than this hotel room. Close your eyes and imagine.”

“I do have some vacation time coming and, what the hell!”

“Call the front desk and tell them you’re checking out this morning and let’s go have breakfast. I’m insanely hungry!”

 

End of Story

 

What do you guys want next? You have to give me feedback or else I can't continue!

[bigvalboy]

That was amazing, and yes you do have a gift. The story frustrated me enough so that it appears it will send me out into the night in search of my own "Jon"...That, or a quart of Haagen-Dazs and a good book. Maybe both... I do have an idea for a story and I will pm this weekend. Let me know if it is something that is doable. Cheers funguy.

[+ Funguy]

That was amazing, and yes you do have a gift. The story frustrated me enough so that it appears it will send me out into the night in search of my own "Jon"...That, or a quart of Haagen-Dazs and a good book. Maybe both... I do have an idea for a story and I will pm this weekend. Let me know if it is something that is doable. Cheers funguy.

 

HAH!

 

IT'S ALWAYS DOABLE!!!

 

Mr. Hagen Daz is always good and reliable - you get to pick your own flavor anytime you want and it won't show up masquerading as Baskin Robbins!

[bigvalboy]

HAH!

 

IT'S ALWAYS DOABLE!!!

Mr. Hagen Daz is always good and reliable - you get to pick your own flavor anytime you want and it won't show up masquerading as Baskin Robbins!

 

LOL...precisely.

[+ Funguy]

OK, gentlemen (and I use the term lightly): Where are your STORIES, your WISHES, your DESIRES, your FANTASIES? I can't do this in a vacuum. (Well I could WITH a vacuum but…)

 

What do you want done to you by your escorts that you are too embarrassed to say? What do you escorts want your clients to do that would be a lot of fun? Take that fun shower at the beginning AND at the end? I could go through the reviews and pick up quite a few fun things but that's cheating! And revealing! Remember, you are truly supposed to have FUN when you guys are together. At this point in MY life I just don't get embarrassed and I tell them! (from the little things to the 'I've never dones') Oh, so much MORE fun.

 

PM me if you wish as a few have already done. I have to get cooking on the next story! Can't do this without input. I don't want promises, I want action! (Well, that, too)

 

Always a

Funguy (and not a Fungus)

[BgMstr4u]

OK -- there's a challenge!

 

Here's what I want: I want the most handsome, charming, sexy, intelligent, witty guy in the world -- it would help if he's a couple of inches shorter than me, with a perfect worked out body, blond hair, big cock, smooth, no tattoos (for the physical part, think Dan from Sean Cody - http://seancody.com/?frame=movie&movie=744 ). Is this why I like Killian, whose two tattoos I find charming? (Please don't get any more, Killian!) Or perhaps with dark hair, delicious medium to large cock, smooth, a terrific smile, and an insatiable top (like Sean Cody's Brandon - http://seancody.com/?frame=movie&movie=1240 ) who nevertheless is panting for me to enter him. Perfectly versatile, wanting to be my slave to everything I want but also completely independent, low maintenance, topping or bottoming according to my desire, which he intuits perfectly because I am too shy to articulate it in words. And then ensnaring me as his slave, but of course pleasing me in the process. I want to have it all. Of course.

 

In addition, he must truly turn on to older men, as I am now 67, overweight in the usual places, and need my afternoon nap like a plant needs water. That of course should turn him on in a major way! Especially the belly and the nap. So erotic!! And of course, when I pay him, he meets me with a smile and says, It was so much fun. How could I think of accepting money from you? In fact, I want to take you out to dinner. So we clean up, dress in our best evening clothes (think Downton Abbey) and off we go to whatever is the current best restaurant, where he entertains me, pays the bill, accompanies me home, we tear each other's clothes off and make wild passionate love, which is recorded by my secret camera, and edited by my Hollywood editing friends into a video which, though privately circulated, goes viral, making both of us famous, with offers for legitimate film careers as well as dozens of lookalikes for my prince charming besieging me, offering their lifelong devotion if I will only tousle their hair or tweak their nipples.

 

And of course, we live happily ever after.

 

Now if that doesn't make you smile, you're a worse case than I thought!

[+ Funguy]

BgMstr4u:

 

Now you're thinking!

I think I will take this on as my next project: even has 2 Doms!

Well done!

 

Also, I think we are beginning to see an effect. Although no one is yet brave enough to post, I have had a few PM's involving showers. Several clients have met with their regular escorts and stripped them and hopped into the shower at the BEGINNING (and end, too) of their visits. Surprised the hell out of the escorts (and put smiles on everyones faces)!

 

Keep the fantasies and desires cuming!

[bigvalboy]

BgMstr4u:

 

Now you're thinking!

I think I will take this on as my next project: even has 2 Doms!

Well done!

 

Also, I think we are beginning to see an effect. Although no one is yet brave enough to post, I have had a few PM's involving showers. Several clients have met with their regular escorts and stripped them and hopped into the shower at the BEGINNING (and end, too) of their visits. Surprised the hell out of the escorts (and put smiles on everyones faces)!

 

Keep the fantasies and desires cuming!

 

Now see, I agree with BgMstr4u. I like that scenario. Check your pm's

[+ Funguy]

Today's the day, guys. Later today I will post story #2, installment #1.

The idea comes from BgMstr4u with a special thanks to G-man!

[+ Funguy]

Idea by BgMstr4u

Special thanks to G-man *

 

INSTALLMENT 1 3-14-2014

 

“My name is Ben. I’m 67 years old, 6’ tall, 200 lb (of course I have a paunch), salt and pepper hair. I’m looking for a 2 hour encounter with a handsome, versatile guy, mature (not one of those 25 y.o. youngsters but someone with experience), who is into older men, confident, able to take over or flip. And hung. Your ad tells me you fit the bill. I’ve also read your reviews and I think we would be a good fit. Would you be interested in setting up an appointment? Just reply to this email and then we can speak.”

 

This is how it started last year. David sure fit the bill and we’ve been together on a fairly regular basis since then. He has become, pants down, my favorite hire. Tonight he is coming over at 6 PM and he said he has some surprises for me. I, no, we, have had the time of our lives and our relationship has moved into that of friendship as well as client-escort. Sometimes sex, sometimes a movie, sometimes dinner, and sometimes all of the above.

 

OK, there’s the doorbell – my boi’s here.

 

“Hey Bud…” he says.

I get an indescribable feeling in my stomach, and lower, as I smile and take him into my arms and simply hug him. He holds me back and I stare into his pale blue eyes with their twinkle, his mouth with that wonderful smile.

 

Before he kisses me I see he has some shopping bags with gifts. I look at him, questioning:

“It’s your birthday, idiot!” That warrants a deep, warm, probing kiss, and he laughs as he feels me getting hard. The night has just begun…

“Lemme see.”

“No way,” he says. “They’re for later.”

 

I take him back in my arms and kiss him thoroughly, pressing up against him, grinding, feeling his dick getting hard. I lightly caress his cheeks, his earlobes, and I nuzzle his neck. By now I have learned what turns David on, just as he knows my soft, or rather hard, spots.

 

God, I’m horny tonight. I took my afternoon nap (a must) and it made me hornier, just thinking about tonight. It’s all I can do to keep it in check as I reach under his shirt to tweak his nipples as he does the same. Our hands stop, we look at each other, we laugh.

“All great minds think alike!” he says.

 

Under our shirts we are both wearing leather harnesses; his, though, is his “dress” harness – its black leather and silver studs runs down from his chest, encircles his cock, and runs down and back up through his ass and up his back. Am I gonna have a hot time in the town tonight?!

 

We laugh as we continue to hug and kiss; Jeez, I love his fucking tongue! We walk into the bedroom, my back to the door, David pushing forward (in more ways than one).

Onto the bed and ready for business. As we lie there we slowly undress each other: pulling off the shirts, our armbands in place, and we make out like teenagers, he stroking my paunch – God Damn – and down to my belt buckle. My hands are doing the same and brushing his six-pack lightly turns both of us on even more. We both fumble with the buckles because, as well-experienced anyone may be, something always sticks! Soon our pants are dropping, past the knees, off the feet and we are almost naked.

While we kiss uncontrollably, greedy for our tongues to intertwine, to taste our lips, to probe our mouths, our hands roam – earlobes, whispering along our necks, our nipples. OOOOH – MY – GOD! as he twists then suckles my right nipple. I try to do the same but he pushes me into his groin to lick and suck his cock through his black jock strap, not letting me let it loose from its confines. Lightly, he rubs the back of my head to guide me where he wants.

 

I finally break, slide around, pull his jock off in one smooth motion as he does the same to me, and we suck each other. He circles my dick-head with his tongue, engulfs it all the way to its base and on the way up he finds that one spot I love so much: just beneath and under the head. My moaning and bucking hips tells him he is in the right place. As he is giving me this great pleasure, my tongue finds that button between his cheeks. I spit, lick and probe, first with my tongue, then my finger, then 2 wet fingers. Now we are both gyrating and almost ready to scream!

“Not yet,” he whispers, and he breaks away, both of us panting. I have to separate from him too, afraid that if I touch him I will go mad.

 

After I catch my breath, “Time for business!” Though David is usually very independent, forceful, powerful, and knows how to get what he wants in all other venues, with me he transfers that power and allows me to dominate him, to be a sub to my Dom.

 

As he still lies on the bed I order him to stand and repeat his safe-word, the word which will end all action should he be in extremis. “I don’t hear you!”

“Yes, sir” “Tallywacker” *

I always smile when I hear this word, he’s been using it since we started.

“Tallywacker it is!” as I stare into his light blue eyes, gaze never wavering.

“Have you been a good boi this week?”

“Yes, sir” he says, averting my gaze.

“Really?” “I swear! Yes, sir!”

I sit on the bench at the foot of the bed.

“Bend over on my lap, boi. Since you swear you’ve been good, you only have to count to 10.”

 

Thwack goes the paddle and that lily-white ass goes cherry red. Thwack, thwack 8 more times as he grunts, then screams, and, finally simply moans.

I can feel David’s cock as he gets hard at the same time as I do. I shift position in order to feel it even more. Then, “Up against the wall, boi.”

 

I take his wrists, cuff them and hooked them to the special hooks in my wall – just his height, back to me. From here I simply torture David with very brief touches, tongue into his ears, I nibble on his ear lobes, lick his neck until he is moaning.

“Did I say you could make ANY noise?”

“No sir.”

“Then, shut the fuck up, boi!” as I continue light caresses all over his taut, shaking body. Then come the nipple clamps – a special pair with a cock ring, attached together by a chain so I can tweak leither or both nipples at any time along with his cock.

 

OK, it’s time. BDSM isn’t just about pain. It’s about giving up, transferring control, allowing another to take you over, about pushing and pulling.

 

I take my floggers from the closet; two, one for each hand. A good flick of the wrist for each. I tease David’s back, over and over, criss-crossing lightly, just grazing. I resist the immediate urge to grab his ass and throw a lubed finger inside just to tease him.

 

Soon I pick up the rhythm – first the left, then the right, back and forth as he shivers each time the tails connect. Soon the sweat begins, beading down David’s back. I can’t resist the urge to taste him, the salt in the sweat, and I lift up to nibble his earlobes, setting him ablaze in an almost uncontrolled adrenalin high, breathing faster and faster, straining at his bindings and quivering at my touch, wanting to cum.

 

It’s clear to me that David trusts in me, knowing I would never take him past his limits. The basis for the Dom-Sub relationship is that trust and the gifting of power and authority. The Sub can allow the scene to continue or end it in a flash!

 

Even I can’t take much more – I want him so badly. Yet I see that he has slowly passed from his adrenalin high to something else – his endorphins have kicked in. He is now quiet, uninterested, and clearly at peace. Not often does he go into sub-space, but here he is. I release him from the wall, carry him to the bed and cradle him in my arms, rocking slowly and cooing to him. After some rest time, I seem to need it as much as he; as my adrenalin high ebbs, David slowly opens his half-closed eyes, smiles unabashedly, and crawls deeper into my embrace. We simply cuddle.

 

It seems like hours later: “Good job, boi!”

“Thank you, Sir.” I don’t let him know that I see his grin and his sparkling blue eyes.

After a while we disentangle and my hand wanders over his cock as I unsnap his harness

and bring it from back to front and over his head. I remove mine as well so we can shower. As we rise, for the first time I notice he is wearing two arm bands, his usual right arm and also his left, as I am. Not thinking clearly, off they come and into the shower we go.

Gently, lovingly, we soap each other, everywhere, kissing gently, spent as we are. We even wash each other’s hair, massaging our scalps with shampoo – what pleasure!! A thorough rinse and we are out, dried, and off to the bed to talk and unload about our days!

 

David loves to use my paunch as a pillow, he says the view to my feet is unparalleled! I guess it’s not too bad to be a little out of shape at my age.

“Don’t worry, dinner’s going to be late – I made a reservation for your birthday,” David tells me.

“Where?”

“Not yet.”

“Are you toying with me, boi?”

“OH, I WILL BE SOON, BOI!” he growls back.

With that, David turns the tables on me – never has he done this before – he must have sensed that tonight was to be the night that I wanted to let go, that I’ll give up my insistence that I be in control, and let him dominate me.

 

With lightening speed, my hands are restrained, legs splayed, tied, and fastened to the bedposts. When I look into his face, his eyes have changed from twinkling light blue to dark navy blue and his grin, amused and superior.

“Now boi, you are mine. I want to know YOUR safe-word. Now!”

Tentatively, “Um, ‘stop’”

“WHAT?”

“Stop, sir”

“Not acceptable! A word I won’t mistake”

“Red, sir”

“Better, boi!”

 

I watch, half fascinated, half with trepidation. After all, I knew what I’d done to him. Could I handle it? I do trust him; I know I could LET him do it, but could I tolerate it?

 

Stay tuned for next week!

[whipped guy]

funguy... WOW! Nothing but nothing turns me on more than a BDSM flip flop!!! The look in the eyes is priceless and you captured that aspect to perfection!!!

 

Sei uno scrittore di molto talento. Un Maestro! Grazie tanto! (You are very talented writer! A master! Thanks much!)

[bigvalboy]

DAMN...I have to echo what WG says. Funguy, you are one talented SOB. It is not only erotic, but I love the fact that you include a gentlemen of.... (ahem) maturity. It gives many of us something to dream about, and in some small way, hope for. Loved it!!

 

Bravo....