Chapter 3 -- THE TASTE OF A MAN.
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He'd come with me with the aim of serving me too in my house, but first there we were, having a coffee in a terrace.
-How far do you like it so far, dickhead?
-I like it so much that you can see I'm here now with you and desiring to go to your house and serve you sexually, sir. You've really shown me what my place in life is, sir.
-Good, Rory, but you can also call me by my name. Do it now.
-Thanks, Craig. But you will also always be Mr. Finch for me now.
-Good, but after now you can call me both Craig and sir. And remember it again, dickhead. I'll never take the firm from you. If I would, I could be seen as a bitch, who's giving you what you want, but in return for money. No, I'm just doing it out of fun, for I've seen what fun it is for you to be humiliated by me and it's real fun for me to use you. Having you willing to please me sexually turns me on more than girls, now you know. I could never think I could have much more fun with a boy, but you're perfect and do whatever I tell you.
-These days have been enough for me to see, Craig, sir, that being humiliated and used is more arousing for me than girls. So we might both be feeling the same.
-Then are you ready to keep on serving me sexually, dickhead?
-Totally sir.
-But my real desire today is fucking you.
-Craig, sir, I knew that sooner or later you'd like to fuck me and so much you've been taming me that I will do undoubtedly whatever the fuck you want, now you know.
-I won't ask you. I would simply like you to be the one offering me your ass at a given time. But there will be some things beforehand.
-I'll do anything you ask me sir, you can be sure.
-So now we can head to my house.
And I lived just upstairs of the bar we were and we both stood up and headed to my flat. He came in confidently after me, with an obvious bulge.
I first showed him my house. It was small but he told me he liked watching it so clean.
-Now we could have a coffee or whatever you prefer, dickhead, but prior to that, I'd like you to strip and be nude all the time we're here.
-Then I'll strip sir.
And I whipped my dick out and started wanking as he removed his clothes. I loved watching a maybe stupid, but really obedient man, doing as I had told him and stripping before me, knowing I was masturbating both at his obedience and at the vision of his naked body. Now Rory Fanshawe's nudity aroused me.
He was at last totally nude and quite erect. Oh, once again, my telling him what to do is what he wants.
-Good dickhead, now I want to see your desire for me. You're gonna approach me, be the one taking all my clothes off, and you'll be masturbating all that time and if you want, you can touch anything you like of my body. Later when both of us are naked, we'll have a second drink. You can start.
He sat next to me and instantly started to stroke my crotch, but that's not all he did. Quite unexpected for me, he came to my lips and kissed me strongly.
-I'm sorry, sir. You didn't tell me to do this, I just couldn't control myself.
-Don't excuse yourself, dickhead, for after all, you're doing what I told you and that's showing me how you desire me. And once again you've shown me. I never had a gay experience before I started playing with my asshole boss, but now I love it, even your lips, yes. I'll kiss you and you'll keep on showing me your desire.
All the time kissing, and Rory never stopping to stroke my crotch, my bulge being harder and harder, he started now to unbutton my shirt and was soon letting his fingers in my chest, especially devoted to rub my nipples and finally he took my shirt off and with his nose stuck to my armpits, he screamed.
-Oh sir, I need to sniff then and if you allow me, I also wanna lick your armpits. You smell now like a real man and I love it.
-Then do it, dickhead.
He not only did lick both my armpits with a face of total fun, but jerked himself off so strongly that just having started with my second pit, he shot a load.
-How I wish I were permitted to lick your fragrant pits every day, sir.
What I liked most in Rory was not his determination to obey me no matter what but his desire to repeat. That "every day" drove me crazy again. So I just answered that since that was his desire, I'll look for a way that he could do it often after now and added that my armpits would often be sweaty, since that seemed to be his desire.
Now he removed my shoes and socks and also started licking my feet devotedly as some slaves I had seen in porn movies. The sensation of having a tongue on my toes was heaven, more knowing that I was slightly sweaty, but there he was, enjoying the way I smelled and beating his meat again. In fact he told me he wanted to also cum with that hot aroma my feet had, those were his words. So I just nodded and allowed him to continue driving both my sweaty feet crazy till I saw him shooting a new load, third one in my house that first day.
He now took down my pants but prior to removing my briefs, he sniffed them with lust and congratulating me for the smell, he quickly took them off.
-I was eager to see your dick again but I couldn't know how sexy you would look when totally nude, Mr. Craig.
Now I turned for I also wanted him to see my ass and touch it, I wanted Rory to desire everything of me after now, I wanted my whole body to be his only desire now when he jacked off.
-Oh sir, could I also taste your ass?
-Do it, dickhead, I'm getting what I wanted and what you know perfectly well you also wanted: desiring me and desiring everything of me.
I had never had my ass licked before but now I started to love dickhead's tongue wetting it. I was sure I didn't want to be fucked but he could play with my ass this way. I was still astonished that a man who had never felt gay, was here showing me how he liked every shade of taste of a man. After three minutes he stopped but told me.
-Sir, before we have that coffee you told me about, could I give you first a new blowjob?
I turned then so that he could see how hard I was and pointed at my humongous dick now and told him.
-Your words have made it, dickhead. See how hard I am and you're right. What my dick needs now is a new blowjob.
He smiled in happiness knowing he could have a new chance of sucking my cock and first came to my balls and licked them. In all that time, my dick was getting higher and higher and I stopped bothering at the thought that so far in my life I had always enjoyed girls. Obviously with Rory Fanshawe, or dickhead as he loved being called now, I had a lot more fun. He had enjoyed first every taste of a man and now only showed me how devoted he had become to my dick that having given his first blowjob recently, he wanted to do it over and over again and make me happy.
His skill had so much improved that saying he was giving me again the uttermost pleasure I'd had in my life would be saying that after now my sexual life was clear: only Rory, only dickhead could give me sexual fun. Furthermore, that was clearly what both of us wanted. I still had some doubts that he would surrender his ass but didn't know then how clear it was for him to have reached the same conclusion I had reached: he only needed my dick after now, only Mr. Finch, as he used to call me now. But finally he said it in my house.
-Thanks, Craig, I'd give you a thousand more blowjobs after now. Please ask me for as many as your sexy cock needs for here's dickhead for that.
Those words plus his calling me by my name at home made it and again I filled his mouth with a stream as long as an ocean.
I tapped his head patronizingly.
-Thanks Rory. You're the best. Now let's have that coffee.
Of course neither of us put any clothes back on and headed naked to the kitchen. I prepared that coffee.
As we had it, he was jacking off again after having asked me permission.
-Sir, I love it so much with you that I would even be your slave. I'd stay here for as long as you want -I intuited then that he didn't wanna leave and that was also my desire. What if I asked him later to stay and even sleep here tonight with more sex in bed? I was almost sure he would like to. But after being for some minutes talking, he surprised me jumping to the floor and getting on all fours.
-Here you are, sir. I've never had a doubt that you would also do it. Make me completely yours sir. I want you to even have a hole to fuck. Please sir, fuck your dickhead.
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