Part 5 Fulfill Male Male Fantasy "Naked and Serving" by jacob442019@gmail.com emails welcome - all will be answered
I can't describe the feelings, looking down, cock ensconced in Conrad's hairy mouth, moist warmth surrounding and licking, scraggly beard pushing my balls, semen trickling.
Gently, amazingly, Conrad's tongue coaxed forth the final drops of my cum.
I shivered, then eased back, cock sliding free.
I grabbed the wall to steady myself and took a breath. After a moment, I opened my eyes.
A car's lights flashed in the parking lot as someone unlocked doors.
God. Damn. Conrad.
He smiled back, wiping his mouth.
You know your way around my cock, I told him.
His eyes gleamed.
Sorry about the taste, though, I added.
No need to be sorry, he said. It really wasn't bad. In fact, I kind of liked it.
Really? I wasn't so sure.
Really.
Silence.
Through the window screen, I watched a group of two women and a man, walking up the sidewalk.
Eventually, Conrad seemed to come to a realization.
He said, so I'm in charge, right?
I paused, then mumbled, uh huh.
Saying so made me pleased, uncertain, anxious.
Good, he answered.
I think we should go to the soaking pool, and since I'm in charge, we're going to the soaking pool.
Okay, I said tentatively, looking at my watch. The soaking pool closed at 11, so if we got moving, we'd have some time. I'd been before, and I really enjoyed it.
You like me in command, don't you Jim, he said matter-of-factly.
I smiled and looked coyly away. Conrad was pressing his point, and he was right, of course. Now that I'd agreed to let him be in control, my job was clearer, and easier. I was to serve him and his wishes.
Well then, Conrad announced, here is my first edict as your overlord.
Overlord? I smirked.
As your overlord, Conrad continued as if I hadn't said anything, I decree that your special word, the one that you say if you want me to stop what we're doing, is no longer "sassy."
Huh? I said.
Conrad continued, voice deeper and louder, apparently having listened to too many professional sports commentators.
We have to find a new word, what you are to say, if you want me to stop what I am doing.
We do?
Yes, Conrad boomed.
And do you know why? he continued, sounding as though he might burst into song.
Why? I played along.
Because, your new nickname is . . .
Nickname?
He nodded.
I looked at him.
Sassy, he said, and clapped his hands.
My new nickname is, uh, Sassy?
Right! Now, let's get moving so we actually have some time at the soaking pool.
Conrad pulled on swim trunks, and I pulled out my own and prepared to step into them, when he shot me a glance.
Robe, yes, swim shorts, no.
I need my swim shorts. It's in the rules that you have to wear swim trunks in the soaking pool.
Conrad apparently did not hear my comment, because he asked a question.
Is it dark?
Yeah, but...
Am I in charge?
Yeah, but ...
No "but"s - I want you naked under your robe. . . . Sassy!
Nervous butterflies tickled inside my tummy as we walked down the floored hallway, past the strange characters painted on the walls, our flip flops smacking wood in the hall, then thumping down the stairs.
Conrad swiped us through the gate into the soaking pool. It was dark, a walkway enclosed with tropic-like vegetation, a figure eight of a pool with light shining up from its depths.
Conrad led us past a couple, over a bridge that was the middle of the "eight," and back into a shadowed corner. Dim silhouettes of others moved slowly through the water.
Give me your robe, Conrad ordered.
I hesitated.
I'm naked, I whispered back, trying not to sound urgent.
Conrad snapped his fingers. A couple of women were talking a short distance away; they were seated on a ledge with the bottom half of their torsos along with their legs, submerged.
It *was *sorta dark back in this corner, and no one seemed to be paying any attention to us.
Sassy, Conrad's voice had an edge to it, bringing me out of my reverie.
I took a breath and handed him my robe. For a moment, I stood naked, facing him, dim light flickering across my bare skin. Conrad looked larger, somehow more powerful and less bony, holding my robe while wrapped in his own. I slid down into the pool, warm water welcoming me, brushing softly against my anus and perineum, cock and floating balls.
Conrad abruptly turned and left, mumbling something about being right back.
Great, I thought, watching him walk away with my robe.
One of the women glanced my way. She smiled briefly before going back to her conversation.
The water felt nice, as did the near darkness.
A couple waded toward me, smiling and talking in low tones. I considered hunching over, covering myself as best I could. However, I decided against it. Doing so would only draw attention from people who were not there for my attention. In fact, most of the shadows seemed mysterious, neutral, perhaps friendly, clusters of friends and couples, faces opaque. I resolved to look casual, like the others in the soaking pool, minding my own business, not looking too close.
As they floated past, I sneaked a look. The man appeared older and wider, while she was more fit and almost as tall, muscular back and ample breasts filling her black bikini nicely.
As the couple settled in just out of sight around the corner of the pool's "eight," butterflies of excitement danced in my bare belly. Even in the shadows, I couldn't believe how clearly my nakedness seemed visible in the underwater flood light.
I sure hope I don't get in trouble for being naked in the soaking pool, though. After all, it was a swimsuit required place. Once I was there when a sexy college age woman took off her top, and I couldn't help myself but move in for a better look. She leaned back, shook her brown hair, water dripping from her perfect tits. However, no one wants to see a semi-fit dude with a wobbly belly take off his shirt, let alone see him naked in the same waters. It's just not the same. And yet, I was naked, and I had to admit, however nervous I was, that I liked it.
Only, where was Conrad?
The whole business of him as my overlord and all, that was a turn on. I didn't need to worry or overthink, just submit. His game plan was our game plan. I was just had to obey. At least, as long as it did not get too crazy. But, he wouldn't leave me here, would he? I mean, without my robe?
Thump, thump, thump. A man wearing coveralls and boots clamped along the side of the pool, a maintenance man or some other hotel grounds worker. He was studying the vegetation by the pool as well as looking into the pool itself, but he did so unobtrusively, respecting the privacy of the pool's inhabitants.
I glanced to the side and licked my lips as he drew near, pretending to be thinking of something so that I did not notice him. He moved nearer, and out of the corner of my eye, I observed him considering a palm tree like plant. Casually, slowly, I turned my head in his direction.
He had a light beard, and his hair was long, pulled back into a pony tail. His coveralls were baggy, but he was slender underneath. Wiry strong, I guessed, probably from working at the hotel. Normally, I don't notice men, only women. But, this was a good looking man. And, he was smiling, at me. I nodded, playing it cool, slowly looking away and pretending to study the vegetation. The warm, saline water was frothy and wavy against my nakedness. Even if he couldn't see every detail, if he looked closely, he could see all of me. And, if so, would I get in trouble?
How embarrassing would that be. Excuse me, sir, but you are not to be naked here. This isn't Breitenbush or Bagby hot springs, where the clothing is optional.
I made myself think something about tropical plant bark before I glanced nervously back in his direction. He stood still, hands on hips. Our eyes met, and he flicked his gaze down, then up, then winked. I knew that he knew that I was naked. There may have been a rule about swimsuits at the Edgefield soaking pool, but there was no swimsuit here. When our eyes met again, he winked once more, then started on his way.
Whew, I sighed.
Conrad returned and handed me a plastic cup, instructing me to drink.
Cab?, I inquired, as I swallowed, and the warm pleasantness spread from my stomach to the rest of me.
Mmm, hmmm, he confirmed.
I always liked the McMenamin's Edgefield's red wines, so this was an unexpected treat.
I took another welcome drink.
Thank you . . . . Overlord, I said with a smirk.
He smiled his response, taking off his robe and setting it alongside mine, out of my reach, then settled into the water next to me.
Finish it, he said.
I was going to drink a bit more . . . I began to protest, but he only responded with a curt, whose in charge?
Okay, I said, and drank the rest.
Good boy, he said, adding, good Sassy.
I'm not sassy, I protested.
Lean back against me, he ordered, and I felt his bony fingers grip my soft love handles from under the water.
At first, I did not understand, but I let Conrad guide me off the ledge, to settle back in between his legs, his swimsuit pressed against my waist.
Lean back, he ordered again.
I could feel that even his chest was bony, and his hands reached around my waist, resting on either side of my cock and balls.
He lightly caressed my inner thigh, and I arched my back a little and leaned into him.
It was weird, being so closed to a man, and a skinny, older one at that.
I heard myself gasp.
Conrad's long fingers skimmed over my cock and balls, then moved up to my chest. He was softly caressing my breasts, below each nipple, then without warning, his hands gripped my breasts, bony fingers fondling and rubbing my nipples.
Oooh, I gasp-moaned, and arched back into him more.
He was cupping, squeezing, fondling my breasts, as if I were a woman.
I had to admit, despite my embarrassment at my muscular pecs getting a bit too soft from not enough weight lifting, I liked him playing with my titties.
Soon, hands were skimming across my tummy, under my arms, around my balls, up the shaft of my penis...
Conrad was everywhere, all over me.
His legs intertwined with mine, splaying me sensually, more fully against him.
You like that, Sassy? he asked with a manly whisper in my ear.
Ooooh, I moaned back, amazed at his strength, and his omnipresent touch on my naked skin.
Oh baby, I squirmed as he stroked my perineum and cupped my balls.
I'd never felt like this before, so captivated, so taken.
I swirled in the lustful fog of it, time forgotten, as I laughed and moaned and gasped and cooed while Conrad played with me.
Until, he stopped.
Sassy, he said into my ear, go over there, stand under the shower, and pull that handle.
Pull what? I asked, then said, more, and grabbed Conrad's wrists to move his hands back onto my eager flesh.
The wine was warm inside, the water cozy without, and Conrad's touch was exquisite.
Why was he withholding it?
More, I pouted.
For a skinny old man, he was sure strong. I might as well as tried to move a couple of fence posts. His arms did not cooperate, did not return to my yearning naked body.
Sassy, do as you are told - the handle, go and pull it.
A few feet away, hanging from a fake tree in the midst of the pool, was a rope-chain-like handle under a leaf that was really a shower. I knew what he meant, but I was playing stupid. No one had caressed me like that before, and I wanted more. Somehow the mix of me being naked, him being a man with skilled hands, the soaking pool's darkness with a little light, the women down the way and the couple around the corner - whatever it was, everything was just right, and I wanted it to keep being just right. Only, Conrad wouldn't cooperate.
Sense slowly intruded unbidden into my brain. While I was having fun with Conrad in the corner, it was secluded - the water-leaf-shower was in the open, in the middle. Would the cute maintenance guy cut me the same slack if he caught me naked, again? Or, how about the bartender, or a manager? Worse yet, what if a hotel guest complained?
Uh, I whispered back to Conrad, sobering at the thought of being kicked out of the pool for being naked.
Overlord, he whispered back to me, and gave my left ass cheek a squeeze and a shove.
Ow, I whined, looked over my shoulder with a pout, and started out into the water.
I arrived under the shower, and grabbed the rope pull.
Stand up tall, Sassy, Conrad ordered. He'd followed, and was somewhere near.
Uh, I licked my lips. Standing up tall would show anyone who half glanced that I was naked.
In charge, Conrad replied.
I swallowed, said okay, and stood up.
It felt scary, and liberating, standing there naked, water cascading over me.
Squeeze first, then finger rub, your titties, Conrad ordered from somewhere close by.
I swallowed again, cupped my breasts, and fingered my nipples.
Head back, lick your lips, Conrad instructed, and I did.
Shadowy people looked on, but I did not want to know who might or might not be paying close attention, so I kept my eyes part-way closed. Somewhere, I may have observed the pony-tail maintenance man along with the couple from earlier watching me, but I was afraid to look.
Rub your belly with one hand, suck your index finger on the other, I heard Conrad say, so I did.
Pull the cord again, Conrad said, and I did, and the water flowed around me.
Squeeze your boobs.
I did.
Rub your tits.
I did, fingers flicking my nipples. .
Good, Sassy, very good. Now, down into the water, and to me - he said.
Relieved, I floated back with him to our quiet, dark corner.
Are you ready for what's next? Conrad asked.
I am, I replied.
It's time to head back. They close soon. I want you to climb out over here - he gestured to where the couple from earlier was. I started to move that direction, thinking how I might be able to exit as quickly as possible without my nudity disturbing anyone.
Hold on, he said, and put a hand in front of me so that I walked into it. When I did so, Conrad's hand encircled my penis and testicles, a finger stroking my perineum.
Oooh, I said in response.
When you get out, I want you to spread your legs shoulder width apart, reach for the sky, and turn and face that couple - he nodded toward the two shadowy people. Once you do that, you freeze, got it. Don't move til I tell you.
Ah, okay, I ventured cautiously.
Is this really a good idea?, I wondered.
Steeling myself, I climbed out, reached up toward the sky, spread my legs, and turned toward the couple.
Conrad climbed out as I did so.
The man and the woman had been embracing, I saw from my new vantage point, but they paused their conversation and separated a little, looking curiously in my direction.
I smiled at them and tried to act like standing naked poolside by a couple you've never met is really a normal thing. The woman looked amused, and the man looked annoyed at the interruption, though he also seemed to be looking me up and down more than someone who was merely irritated.
Where are your manners, Sassy? Say hello, introduce yourself, Conrad paternally.
Hello, I'm Ji- er, Sassy. I said, cheeks red.
Damn, the woman was hot. She looked similar in age to the man, but she did not miss many days at the gym.
I'm Carol, she said, and this is my husband, Bill.
Hi Carol, Hi Bill, I said in response, wondering if my cheeks could possibly get any redder.
I'm Conrad, Conrad said, and he shook both their hands.
Sassy belongs to me this weekend. If you want to stop by, he continued, we're in ____, and he said the room number.
Hmmm, Bill said in response, as though he were considering it.
Nice to meet you, Conrad, and Ji - er, Sassy, Carol said with a smile, mimicking my embarrassed introduction.
Conrad handed me a towel and then my robe. As I started to put the robe on, Conrad lifted up the back of my robe to reveal my bare bottom, which he slapped, hard, then smiled at Bill and Carol.
I pursued my lips and pouted at Conrad, pulling the robe tight around me.
You come by, Bill and Carol, and you tell me what you want to do with Sassy, and I will see what I can arrange.
Thank you very kindly, Carol said warmly, and Bill harrumphed, then scratched his chin. I could be wrong, but he may have had a little smile for Conrad before we left.
As we rounded a corner, about to depart, I almost ran straight into the cute maintenance man.
Hello, I said.
Hello, he said, eyes smiling in remembrance of our earlier encounter.
Imitating Conrad, I hear myself tell him our room number, if he wanted to stop by.
Okay, he said, not unkindly, while Conrad gave me a thumbs up.
I'm -
I started to say Jim again, but caught myself after a pause.
I'm Sassy, I said, and this is Conrad.
I'm Jake, he said.
Nice to meet you, Jake. I held out my hand, and we shook.
I, er, belong to Conrad this weekend. So, uh, no pressure, but if you want to come by, you're welcome.
Alright, Jake said. I've got some work to do, but I'll keep your generous invitation in mind.
I turned to look at Conrad and give him a - is this okay? - smile, and he promptly nodded back.
Nice to meet you, Jake, I said again, then blushed, embarrassed, and turned to follow after Conrad.
As I was turning, I felt a warm hand slide up my leg under the robe.
Oooh, I couldn't help but gasp.
I turned to see Jake, leaning in to me, warm hand caressing my bare ass cheek.
A finger slid between my legs and stroked my perineum, to which I moaned involuntarily.
The finger withdrew, then -
Squeeze!
Yeow! Jake's fingers were strong.
I half jumped, and he pulled me to him, then palmed and caressed the inflamed spot where he'd pinched me while another hand grazed lightly over my belly before squeezing and flicking one of my nipples.
Someone had been watching my water performance.
Eeee, I said, glancing toward Conrad, who nodded his approval.
Jake's touch made me squirm; his hands were calloused and rough, yet his touch was light and his smile was warm.
I cooed, and with the flash of a smile and a half salute, Jake was gone.
End Part 5 of Fulfill Male Male Fantasy
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