Making Me Choose Chastity

"You don't have to do this. I told you I can wait", he said.

But I wanted to. And the stretching fabric of his underwear told me that waiting was not what he really felt like.

"I want you to feel comfortable", he added.

I knew that he meant it. He had been more patient than I could have imagined. When I met him he immediately wanted to take me home with him, throw me on the bed and fuck me. I knew because he told me as much. I however was not ready for this. I was scared to tell him at first but I was still a virgin. My only sexual contact until meeting him had been with my own hand. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex, especially now that I had this amazing hunk of a man in front of me, it was just that I had always envisioned my first time to be something more.

Now, to be completely honest that might have been because of my upbringing. My parents were very sheltering people. They weren't exactly insanely religious but they did avoid the topic of sex for as long as possible. By the time they decided to lecture me on the birds and the bees I had already started to fantasize about sex. Hearing them tell me about the dangers of getting a girl pregnant and what horrible consequences sex outside of holy matrimony would have was fairly confusing to me, given the fact that all my fantasies revolved around the various men that I had seen on television.

Thank God I hadn't spoken out to them at that moment. They probably would have sent me away to a pray-the-gay-away camp. Still, their strict attitude towards sex certainly affected me. Without an internet connection and access to sex education (I was homeschooled, obviously) I believed for a long time that something was wrong with me. Only lately, now that due to my job I had more contact with other people outside of my church I had learned to understand that being accepting of gays wasn't just some story told in the liberal media but an actual reality.

Over the last two years I had really learned to understand myself and found that it had improved my life tremendously. When before I had torturous guilt over my nightly fantasies now I could enjoy them exactly the way I was supposed to.

What remained though was my parents' general influence. I still could not imagine having sex without intimacy. And even though I was now living alone and had a working internet connection I still had little to no desire to pleasure myself to porn. While my curiosity had gotten the better of me a few times in the beginning I learned fast that it was just not the right thing for me. Even in my nightly fantasies I always imagined meeting a man I could fall in love with and having slow and passionate sex after we confessed our love to each other.

Now I was sure that I had found that man. To call him the man of my dreams might be a cliché but it is honestly the best way I can describe him. He is the most charming man I had ever met and his smile made me fall for him the instant he had spotted me from across the room.

I had been going to gay bars for quite some time now but I had never met anyone there who didn't want to just have a fun night. When Marko came over I was dreading his words. Just like I'd feared he laid his hands on the small of my back, leaned in close and whispered in my ear that he thought I was the most attractive guy in the room and how he wanted to have me, right then.

I shivered when his lips brushed my ear. I wanted him to grab me, kiss me and make me his but at the same time I had to stay true to myself. I didn't want a one-night stand. Especially not for my first time. I turned to him and stared into his dark brown eyes, telling him: "I'm sorry, I'm not looking for a one-night-stand."

"Then stay longer", he countered, flashing me his smile again.

I laughed. "You're hot, but I'm not going to sleep with you tonight", I told me.

"Well, when are you going to sleep with me then?"

Again he made me laugh. From a different man those words could have sounded arrogant and cocky, but he made them endearing somehow. His hand had never left my back and I couldn't muster the courage to brush it away.

"Look. I'm not going to sleep with you anytime soon, because I want to be in a serious relationship first. I know that sounds lame but I want to get to know someone first."

"So, can I buy you a drink instead?"

I was startled. I had expected him to politely nod and turn away from the awkward loser that turned down a hot night but he wasn't fazed at all by my confession. Instead he sat down on the bar stool next to me and, without waiting for my reply, ordered two drinks for us.

"Sure", I said, redundantly.

"Look. I'm not saying that I didn't prefer ripping your clothes off and having my way with you. But getting to know you was on my plan. Just not as high a priority as getting you into my bed."

I took the time to look at him more closely. His beard was neatly trimmed, framing his face nicely. He wore a tight shirt that showed of his trained body and the thick, short fur on his arms and chest. I immediately wanted to touch it.

"Looks like you wouldn't mind having sex with me either, though. I can see you staring at me, you know."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be", he said, handing me my drink. "I like it. It just makes me wonder why you would deny yourself the pleasure when you so clearly want to say yes."

"I've never slept with anyone." I don't know why I said it. It was none of his business and he didn't need to know why I didn't let him seduce me so easily, but for some reason I felt like opening up to him.

"Oh. Wait, you're not underage, are you? You don't look like it."

"No, I'm 22. It's just that I've never found someone I'm comfortable with. Someone that I'm sure loves me." He smiled. "Well, I can't give you that tonight. Let's just start with drinks."

When the evening was over he accompanied me to my building. We talked for the entire time and there was never an awkward pause in our conversation. I learned that his name was Marko, and that he was working in a bank, not far from my apartment. He was 28 years old and he had been in a long-term relationship until a year ago. Since then he has been enjoying his single life and made new friends. He was absolutely not shy talking about his sex life. He told me that he respected my choice but to him sex was something that could be enjoyed without love. He did however add that sex with someone you loved was way more enjoyable in the long run.

When we reached my door he asked me again. "Are you sure that you don't want me to come in?"

I told him again. So instead he just grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. His warm lips touched mine and instinctively I started kissing him back. His tongue lightly touched mine and his hands wandered around on my back. I too grabbed him and felt the strong muscles on his back. After a while he withdrew. "Sorry", he said. "I just couldn't help myself."

"Don't be. I liked it."

"So you will see me again?"

I nodded.

That was how I had gotten to know Marko. We spent the next weeks on very typical dates. Dinners and movies and walks on the beach. I could feel his need for intimacy but I never felt like he was pressuring me into doing anything. Even when I started to stay over after watching a movie at his place he didn't pester me about anything.

The first night I fell asleep on his couch. When I woke up the next morning it took me a while to realize what had happened. His arm was around me and he was holding me close. I could feel his erect penis pressing through his sweatpants against my bum but he didn't make any movement. Even when he woke up all he did was snuggle up to me even more and stroking my chest lovingly. Never once did his hand wander down my body towards my penis that was straining against my own pants.

Over the next two months I had learned to trust him innately. We had spent so much time together that I wanted nothing more than show him how much I loved him. I wanted to make him feel good so when I lay down next to him this evening I started massaging him from head to toe. He moaned and told me how good it felt and I could see by the size of his bulge that he was indeed enjoying my touch. The fact that he was so completely relaxed and had no intention at all to turn this into something more was what eventually convinced me. It was my decision to take it a step further.

When I reached for his underwear and started to pull it down he said:

„You don't have to do this. I told you I can wait", he said.

But I wanted to. And the stretching fabric of his underwear told me that waiting was not what he really felt like.

"I want you to feel comfortable", he added.

Instead of telling him that everything was alright I showed him. I pulled down his pants and grabbed his dick. It was as hard as it possibly could be. I had seen his hard penis by now but touching it I realized just how big he was. Even though my hands were fairly big his dick filled my hand. It was hot to the touch and it jerked up when I grabbed it. Marko sighed and bit his lower lip.

Slowly I started to stroke him, watching fascinated as his cockhead started glistening from his precum. I hadn't planned on it but seeing it made me want to taste it. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip, licking away the tiny droplet. It was sweeter than I had anticipated and I was incredibly aroused by the thought of ingesting it.

I pushed my head down and gently sucked which made him squirm underneath me. He moaned loudly, strengthening my determination and making me suck him even harder. I had hardly a quarter of his cock in my mouth when I had to stop. I felt my gag reflex starting so I withdrew a little and played with his head some more. I felt Marko's hand stroking the back of my head lightly, tousling through my hair and caressing my cheek.

I took that as a sign that he was enjoying what I was doing. As I went on his moaning got only wilder and after a while he was rocking his hips back and forth completely in sync with me. I loved doing this for him, making him feel this way. His muscles tensed up and relaxed as if by magic. His breathing was getting harder and harder.

"I'm close", he breathed and I knew that he meant it as a warning. He wanted me to have time to stop, but every intention I might have had about doing so, had gone out of the window the moment I had tasted his precum. Instead I doubled down on my efforts and sucked harder. I looked up at him while I took him as deep as I could without gagging and saw him looking back at me. His look was questioning, but as soon as I nodded even the slightest bit it turned into complete happiness and devotion. He let go and relaxed. I felt his testicles tensing up, his cock stiffening even more before suddenly shooting the first spurt into my mouth. Surprised by the pressure I jerked back a little but immediately went back down. I licked his head while his hot semen hit the back of my throat again and again. I tasted the salty liquid as it pooled down in my mouth around his cock while Marko's body was convulsing underneath me. For a moment I was unsure what to do but when I saw Marko's adorable smile I knew. I swallowed his load, all of it, before sucking the last drops out of his shaft. I kept playing with it until it was back to its original size. Only then did I lick of the last few drops that had spilled when he first started cumming off his abdomen.

Slowly I moved back up to him, kissing him. He kissed me back so passionately that I had jerk my head back a few times, just so I could breath. He grabbed me and pulled me close, spooning me from behind. His now limp penis was pressed against my back and he whispered in my ear that he loved me.

I fell asleep in his arms. It took a while since I had never in my life been this turned on. My own cock was raging hard inside my boxer briefs but I couldn't do anything about it without waking up Marko. Also it wasn't the first time I had been sleeping next to him with a boner. All this time he had waited for me to be ready, my body certainly had been ready all along. So didn't care too much about getting to cum at that moment. I was just happy that I had finally had sex with someone that I loved. And someone who apparently loved me too.

The next morning I awoke to him making me breakfast. I had put on my clothes, brushed my teeth and went into his kitchen where he was making French toast, which was my favorite. The sight of his naked buttocks underneath an apron made me ache for a repeat performance. I grabbed his ass and leaned in to kiss him.

"Good morning", he said.

"Good morning."

"Are you okay?", he asked.

I kissed him again. I loved him for asking me that. But I also didn't want him to worry about me being fine. It was me that had started our fun night yesterday, not him. He had nothing to worry about. I turned off the stove and pushed him against his kitchen counter.

"I'm fine", I mumbled while kissing him. My tongue was looking for his while my hands where undoing the knot in his apron. I took it off him and grabbed his junk. I guessed that I would never touch it soft, as it was already at full capacity again. He looked at me surprised and I answered by getting down on my knees and pushing my face into his groin. With my left hand slowly stroking his cock I licked his nuts.

I slowly made my way up his shaft and licked his huge swollen cockhead. By the time I took it in my mouth he was already moaning again. The thick, creamy precum had the same effect on me it had the evening before. I just wanted more of it. Make him leak. I sucked hard and pushed myself down on his shaft until I felt my limit. I breathed and tried to relax, taking him in deeper. I actually succeeded and managed to get half of his cock inside my mouth before my eyes got watery.

"You're amazing", he said and I could see that he had to put his hand on the countertop not to lose balance.

Encouraged by his praise I proceeded to caress him. My left hand was carefully fondling his smooth balls and my right hand lovingly stroked the short pubic hair above his penis. All the while I did my best to make him squirm.

And soon enough I could feel him tense up again. He didn't warn me this time but he didn't have to. I knew what was coming and I was ready for it this time. As soon as his cum started flooding my mouth I started swallowing. I took every drop of his semen and I loved it.

When he was done, he grabbed me by my head and gently pulled me on my feet, drawing me in for a kiss. His still hard cock was pressing against my own bulge and I could feel his warm, sweaty arms around me.

"Time to eat", he exclaimed. "Don't want this to go to waste."

It was the happiest time of my life. I had finally found someone I loved and I had found a way to make him happy. I was even getting better at it with every time I tried it. I was so into making him cum that I went for his junk as soon as we entered his apartment and often again when we lay in bed together in the evening. Sometimes I even woke up, horny from our previous session, and attacked him in the middle of the night. Marko sure didn't seem to mind being woken up by my mouth around his already hard cock.

It was also the horniest time of my life. Whenever I was with Marko I was completely satisfied. All I wanted was to make him cum. Swallowing him made me feel so complete that I didn't care about getting off myself. I just wanted him to hold me, the way he always did after he came. As soon as I got home however I would grab my raging boner and masturbate. The only problem was that it just didn't feel right. Now that I knew what real loving sex felt like, masturbating just didn't compare. Still I did it at least twice a week, just to get a release from time to time.

One night we were out in the town and shopping. Marko showed me a store that was selling nothing but men's underwear. He told me to pick something for him to wear and that he would pick something for me. I liked the idea, even though I would find him sexy, no matter what he wore. I browsed for a while until I found an extremely nice pair of boxer briefs. They were made from a very stretchy material that was so thin that you could see what was underneath shimmering through the fabric. I took them in a number smaller than Marko had told me to because I felt that it would look even sexier if it fit tightly.

I looked for him but he was already paying and taking a small shopping bag from the cashier. I wanted to look but he told me not to. It was to be a surprise.

That night at home we exchanged our shopping bags and went into different rooms to try them on. I pulled out a small box. On the cover there was the picture of a hunky guy wearing a jockstrap. But not one of those old-fashioned ones. It was nice. Black, with a wide green band.

I took it out of the box and tried it on immediately. It seems like Marko had the same idea I had. I was really tight but it still felt really nice. I looked at myself in the mirror. I turned around and grabbed my own ass that was framed nicely by the two straps around it. It looked a little firmer in it.

"Ready?", Marko asked.

"Come in."

My mouth got watery as soon as he entered. The material was even sheerer than I had imagined. I could see his impressive package clearly through his underwear.

"Wow", he said. "You look so hot. Let me see your ass!"

Diligently I turned around. "Oh, you have such an amazing body." I came close and hugged me from behind, pressing his cock against my bottom. Divided only by the extremely thin material of his boxer briefs. His hands wandered over my chest, stroking my stomach and playing with my nipples while he kissed my neck. My own cock was trying to move inside my new jockstrap but there wasn't much room to grow.

"I'm so horny", he told me.

"I like to hear that", I said and turned around. I sat down on the bed so his groin was on the same height as my face. I pushed my nose against his crotch and breathed in deeply. I took his penis in my mouth, wetting the fabric of his underwear.

"Don't stop", he said. I didn't intend to. I pulled down his underwear and pulled him on top of me. We kissed and caressed each other, his cock robbing against my thigh. Then he moved around until he cock was near my face again. I started sucking immediately.

All the while he was stroking my back and kissing my thighs. He opened up my legs kissing the inside of my thighs, higher and higher. I thought he was going to push aside my jockstrap soon but instead he made me pull up my knees and kissed the lower part of my taint that was exposed. I shivered. He licked it gently, moving ever so slightly closer to my backside.

I tried hard to concentrate on his cock in my mouth but whenever his tongue licked my sensitive skin I lost all control. I just moaned, his cock still deep inside my mouth. And then he went for it. His tongue tickled my hole, making me arch my back in shock. I had never felt anything like this before. It was as if a lightning bolt had run through my entire body. He licked it again and I felt lightheaded for a second. I regained control and quickly learned to enjoy the feeling. It was amazing. I tried to tell him but all I could manage was a muffled sound due to his cock still inside me.

He didn't need any encouragement to go on though it seemed. He was as turned on by my reaction as I was whenever I made him squirm. He worked his tongue around my hole with the same passion and soon I could feel him tense up again. Within minutes he started spurting his load but it didn't make him miss a beat. He just kept eating my ass while I kept sucking his cock.

Only when his member was completely limp inside my mouth did we both roll on our back, both out of breath. "Come here", he said and made me snuggle up to him. "I have never been so in love with anyone before."

With this new found activity I was enjoying our sessions even more. Every weekend I would go over to him, most of the time wearing the jockstrap that he had bought for me, and he would rim me for hours. He loved it as much as I did. Even after I had already sucked him off and swallowed his cum he would just grab me, push down my pants and lick my hole.

Every single time the front of my jockstrap would be soaked in precum by the end of it. After the weekend was over and I would go back to my apartment and jerk of to the memory of it but even though I got to come it was never as satisfying as being with him and exploring our bodies. I was addicted to him.

It was a while before he started introducing new things to our sex life. He told me that he wanted to take things slow with me. Because I had been a virgin before I had met him he wanted me to experience every new thing fully before moving on to something else. I had already gotten so used to our new routine, him licking my hole while I sucked on his hard shaft, that I didn't even think about doing something different. As long as I was with him everything he did was fine by me.

But one day he decided that I was ready for something new. He made me lie on my belly and started licking my hole when after some time I felt his finger. He just circled around it, tickling me. It was so different from his tongue but still amazing. My cock was throbbing every time he applied a little pressure. Soon he had me relaxed enough to slowly push against my hole. I gasped as he entered me.

The feeling was just incredible. I had thought that it would hurt a little but it didn't. Not at all. It just felt right. As he slowly started fingering me, he lay next to me, kissing my neck. I moaned and turned my head so that I could kiss him back. We made out for a while and he kept working my hole with his finger. Soon he added a second one. At first it felt a little uncomfortable but as soon as I was able to relax it went in right alongside the first one, intensifying this feeling inside of me. Next he would push down gently and when he did I thought I was going to faint. His fingertips touched something inside of me that send waves of feeling through my entire body. I could feel the precum flowing out of my cock.

"I want more", I told him.

He looked deep into my eyes. "Just relax. We have all the time in the world." With that he added another finger, stretching me. Again it took a while for me to get used to it but there was never a doubt in my mind that this was what I wanted.

"Deeper", I moaned and he grinned. "I told you to relax and wait. I want this to feel good." He kissed me, pushing my head back and making me turn onto my back. His fingers never fully left my hole. He started to kiss my nipples, making me even hornier. I could see the big wet spot on the front of my bulge. But then he pulled out his fingers and stood up.

"Please don't stop!", I begged him. I wasn't ready yet.

"I'm not stopping", he told me as he opened his drawer. He pulled out a small tube of lube and applied it to my hole. The cool liquid made me shiver but I immediately felt how much easier it made his reentry. He worked the lube inside of my hole, generously applying it. When he withdrew his fingers again I just sighed and waited for what he would do next.

He leaned over me and pressed his lips against mine. He kissed me so gently and sweet that I almost forgot about everything else until I felt him against me. With his left hand he was guiding his rock hard cock towards my hole. I had never known how much I wanted this.

It took all my willpower not to grab his hips and pull him close. Instead I waited for him to enter me, slowly. It wasn't easy. Even with all his preparation his cock was still big enough to make me struggle. We both breathed heavily when his head finally entered me.

He moved forward with a gentle but steady pressure until after quite some time I could feel his pubes pressing against my butt. He wrapped his hands around my shoulder and kissed me deeply. I had never felt so complete in my entire life.

For moments we just lay there, kissing. I stroked his back, cupped his muscular butt and wrapped my legs around him.

"I love you", I told him.

"I love you too." Then he started moving. When he pulled back I felt electric signals coursing through every cell of my body. All I could think about was how good it felt to have him move inside of me. When he entered me again it was as if nothing else existed in the world. Nothing else mattered.

He fell into a rhythm of fucking me and I soon started to answer his gentle thrusts by moving my hip in the opposite direction, meeting his movements and making him go even deeper.

He was so careful not to hurt me that we fucked for at least half an hour. That was when he finally became faster and faster. His eyes were closed but I could see on his face that he was getting closer to cumming. Every now and then he would lose his rhythm.

His face was gleaming with sweat and he licked his lips. He looked so concentrated while his thrusts were getting more powerful with every minute. Then, with an expression of pure pleasure, he groaned and pushed deep inside of me.

His body shook wildly and I could actually feel his cock inside of me, pulsating and I knew that he was coming. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever seen him have. Eight times he pumped his seed inside of me before collapsing on top of me.

I held him close, wrapped my legs around his butt. We lay there for a while without talking a word. His cock still buried inside of me, my own pressed between our bodies underneath a completely soaked piece of cloth. I never wanted to let him go.

With this newly found activity the hardest part for me was to decide what I liked more. Having him penetrate me deeply and making me feel ecstatic with every inch he pushed inside of me or engulfing his cock with my lips and making him feel so good that he allowed me to swallow his cum. If I could have had both at the same time I would have probably died of happiness but I couldn't complain either way.

Most of the time I simply started the weekend by sucking his magnificent cock long and hard. I needed to feel his cock spraying his hot semen inside my mouth. I craved the taste of his sperm and I wanted to get even better at making him reach climax.

Then I would let him relax a bit. Wait for him to get back some energy before I wound reach for his cock again. This time to climb on top of him and shove it deep inside of my ass. It was such a different feeling but I loved it just as much. The pleasure it gave me was indescribable and I wanted it to go on forever. That might have been the reason why I preferred to start our weekends with a blowjob. To make him last a bit longer in our fucking sessions.

I still wore a jockstrap most of the time. He said the sight of it made him so horny and that was something that I would always encourage. I had to buy several new ones though. They had a habit of getting sticky whenever I was around Marko.

Whenever I came home after a weekend together with him I would lie in bed and start fantasizing about him. About what we had done together. My cock was always throbbing and demanding that I played with myself and most of the time I obliged. Being with Marko just made me so horny that I had to find a release.

Our relationship was perfect. Even outside the bedroom our chemistry just grew better with every passing day. He was such a sweetheart to me. Every day he would call me and ask me how I was and he would sometimes show up on my doorstep during his lunch break with a little surprise.

On other days he would also show up but not to give me something. Rather he would grab me as soon as he entered the door and whisper "I need you" between kisses. I couldn't decide which type of visits I liked more. The pure passion he showed me when he came over horny was something that I had never experienced before. He would pick me up and carry me to my bed only to turn me around and pull down my pants. Minutes later he would be humping away, biting my neck and grunting while he spilled his seed inside of me. He would kiss me and thank me for being the best boyfriend he had ever had before pulling up his pants again and telling me how fucking hot I looked. Then he would get back to his office and leave me to daydream a bit before I had to go to work myself.

So when he asked me to go on a vacation with him I couldn't say yes fast enough. He booked us a flight and a hotel room to stay in and two weeks later we were on our way. I was so excited that as soon as we had checked our bags I pulled him into the airport restroom and made him drop his pants in one of the stalls. He looked at me with a positively shocked expression but he didn't seem to have any objections. His cock was definitely approving of my plan and soon I had to tell him to keep it quiet because I didn't want everyone to know that I was sucking my boyfriend's cock in public. I could taste his cum for the entire flight.

The vacation was amazing. He had not spared any expenses. The hotel room was huge. We even had a whirlpool and a balcony that was overlooking the beach.

"Thank you so much", I told him. "This is amazing."

"I'm glad you like it. I want you to be happy."

"Oh, I am." I told him and kissed him.

The next morning I awoke when he opened the drapes. Sunlight flooded our room and I could see my boyfriend's perfect body as he looked out the window. He still had a morning boner when he turned around to face me. "Rise and shine. We have a lot to see."

He really had planned everything. He had scored tickets to the theatre, made reservations at fancy restaurants. All I could do to show my gratitude was to keep him as satisfied as I possibly could.

Sometimes I was worrying that I was going to overload his sex drive but he was always willing for more. By the sixth night I wasn't even able to count how often I had swallowed his seed but I knew that I was getting hornier every day. Spending every day with him left me with no opportunity to masturbate so I was not getting any release. This showed when he was fucking me near our bed that night. After playing with my hole for a good forty minutes he had finally entered me when I had begged him to fuck me. I was leaking precum so hard that I could feel my cock slide around in my jockstrap. It made it hard for me to concentrate on his cock in my ass.

Without even realizing it my hand wandered down towards my crotch. I touched my bulge and was about to start rubbing it when Marko gently pushed my hand away. He kissed me deeply before flipping me around and making me kneel on all fours, occupying my hands otherwise.

"Harder", I moaned and he obliged. I had gotten so used to his cock that I could take it much easier now. He didn't have to be gentle all the time and I didn't even want him too. Often I craved his rough side. Within minutes after changing our position he pumped me full of his juice. I felt it and as always I was completely happy in that moment. It always helped with my horniness to experience his orgasm vicariously. It felt better than jacking off myself but after so many days it was getting harder and harder to ignore my rock hard cock. And it took longer and longer for it to go down after we had slept with each other. When we were in the hot tub together later that evening he was gently rubbing me down with a sponge when I got an erection again.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes", I answered.

"Today you seemed unsatisfied with being fucked. Do you want to change something?"

"No. Not at all. I want nothing to change", I replied. It was the truth. "I love nothing more than getting fucked by you. It's just that I normally get to jack off during the work week." I was hard talking to him about this. I knew it was stupid but it somehow felt like I was cheating on him. "Now that we're here I'm even hornier. And it's just getting harder and harder to concentrate. I didn't even mean to think about anything else today, it just happened."

"It's okay", he said and I could feel him smiling at me from behind my back. "Don't worry about it. I just want to make sure that you truly enjoy what we're doing. I know that it's hard to concentrate when you have something so vehemently demanding your attention but I just want to make you feel as good as I can by fucking you."

"You do."

"We'll find a way to make it easier", he said and it sounded like he already had something in mind.

The next day we were out in the town again and while shopping he said that we should split up for a while and buy something for the other person like we did when we were shopping for underwear. It could be whatever we liked or whatever we'd enjoy seeing the other person with.

After a while of browsing around I found something that I liked. They were expensive massage equipment. Oils and scented candles, nice fluffy towels and lotions. I wanted to surprise him this evening by taking care of him even better.

I was the first to present my purchase. I had laid out everything while he was in the shower and I made him lay down on the bed and started to massage him. We were both completely naked. It was the most romantic thing I had ever experienced and I was really turned on by working the nice oil into his muscles. I took my time really making sure that he was relaxed and ready before I turned it into something more sexual. I put oil on his crotch and massaged his balls and dick gently. Rubbing them until they were glistening with oil.

"Wait a minute", he said just as I was about to climb on top of him.

He got up and left the room. After a while I heard him from the other room. "Close your eyes and lie on your back!"

I did as he told me and waited. Soon I felt him kneel down next to me on the bed. Then, to my surprise, I felt his hands around my cock. I couldn't appreciate it and get an erection though because they were very cold as if he had held ice cubes for a while.

"Keep your eyes closed", he told me as he fumbled around my crotch. He was putting something around the base of my penis. Shortly after that I felt something else engulfing my entire penis. It felt like he had put a plastic tube around it that had been lubed up. Was this a new activity for us?

When I heard a faint clicking noise he told me to open my eyes. What I saw was really a tube that encased my cock entirely. It was just the tiniest amount bigger than my soft penis and it was attached to a ring that was firmly hugging the base of my cock and my ballsack.

"What is it?"

"You told me yesterday that you wanted to concentrate on what we we're doing instead of thinking about other stuff all the time. This will help you. With this you will never have to worry about anything other than what we are doing at the time. I hope you like it."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"This tube will keep you from touching your cock while I'm fucking you or while you are giving me a blowjob. So you won't be tempted to do that. You can just focus on what you really love. You won't even get hard while you're wearing it, so it will be even easier."

"Where did you get this?", I asked him.

He grinned sheepishly. "When we were shopping today I thought about what you had said yesterday. How hard it was for you now that we are spending so much time together. But I still wanted you to experience the incredible emotions of getting fucked without any distractions. I had known about these devices before but now that you had so clearly told me that this was what you wanted I knew that it was the right thing for me to buy you. I want you to have exactly what you need. I hope you like it."

I wasn't completely sure about it at first but I trusted him. I knew that he loved me and it was true that I had thought those things. I wanted to focus on the feeling of getting fucked and maybe this was the right way to do this. He did have a lot more experience than I did. And I could see that this was turning him on quite a bit.

I kissed him and sat in his lap wrapping my legs around his back. He entered me and started fucking me. Never stopping kissing me. As soon as he penetrated me I could feel my cock straining against the hard plastic. It wasn't painful but it was aching slightly. Somewhere on the edge of pain and pleasure.

"You have to get used to it first", he moaned as if he had read my mind. "Soon you won't think about your own cock at all when I'm fucking you. All you will be able to think about is how good I'm making you feel."

I tried to follow his advice and focus on his massive hard-on that was ramming in and out of my hole. The feeling was amazing as always and it was true that I wasn't tempted to touch myself. It wouldn't make any difference anyway.

"God, you are so hot." He moaned. "I love how much you love getting fucked by me. It makes so fucking horny to know how much you crave my cock."

"I do", I said. "I really need it. Fuck me harder please." My cock was still straining against its cage. It leaked like a faucet but it was hard to think about that when Marko's dick was giving me the most pleasure I could ever imagine.

"I need you so bad", I moaned in his ear which pushed him over the edge. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down on his cock as hard as he could, making my cock jump in its cage and I swear I could feel his cum rushing out of his cock and hitting my insides.

I woke up twice that night. Both times my cock was pressing against the inside of the plastic tube. The first time I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but when I woke up again I just couldn't concentrate on anything else. I wanted to have sex. I rolled over and looked at Marko. He was sleeping peacefully. The moonlight that came through the open windows let me see his thick cock, lying between his muscled thighs. I positioned myself next to him and engulfed his member with my lips. I took the whole shaft in and began to gently suck on it.

Immediately it sprang to attention and I could feel it filling my mouth more and more. Marko still seemed to be asleep so I just kept sucking. Soon he was hard enough to be too big for my mouth. His head was pushing against the back of my throat. I thought about pulling back a little but I there was no way I was going to let even an inch of him out of me. Instead I pushed forward, pressing his hardening cock past the point where I would normally have gagged. My horniness somehow made me swallow him whole. But he wasn't even done yet. I could still feel him grow deep inside of me stretching my throat.

Eventually I just had to pull back a little bit but as soon as I had breathed a little bit I went back for more. Patiently I worked myself up to making him fuck my throat. I was so excited that I had finally managed to take it all in that I went faster and faster.

Soon I could feel the telltale signs of his oncoming orgasm. His balls tightened and his shaft twitched inside of me. I kept my rhythm when suddenly I felt his hand on the back of my head. He pushed me back down and for the first time made a sound. He let out a deep groan.

His thighs locked around my head and I felt his cock spasm inside of me. His hot semen shot directly down my throat and I loved every second of it. When it seemed that his orgasm would never stop I started to worry a bit. He was so deep inside of me that I couldn't breathe. But before I had any real reason to panic he let go of me and let me pull back. On his way out I could taste the remnants of his cum that I sucked out of his head.

"Dear god", he proclaimed. "You are so incredible."

"Did it feel good?", I asked.

"Good? Are you kidding me? I could have shot my load the moment you started deepthroating me. I had to show some serious self-control."

I smiled. It was so good to know that I made him feel good. I went up to kiss him and cuddled up to his shoulder. Just now I realized the amount of precum that was leaking from my cage. But it didn't matter. If it had helped me to make him feel so good I would wear this whenever we were together.

My conviction however wavered the next day. I wasn't sure about leaving the hotel with the cage on. I was sure that everyone would be able to tell that I was wearing it.

"Don't worry", Marko said. "Nobody is going to notice anything."

"It's still a weird feeling."

"That's why I want you to get used to it. We don't want this to be something that feels unnatural while we're having sex. If you wear it during the day then you won't even notice it anymore when we make love." I couldn't really argue with that. So I put on my jockstrap and some clothes and we went out. The entire day flew by and Marko was right. Nobody seemed to notice. After a while even I forgot that I was wearing the device. Only when he kissed me I felt my cock trying to grow. This way at least I didn't have to worry about unwanted boners.

In the evening we took a bus back to our hotel. We sat in the last row and the entire bus was empty except for the bus driver. Marko sat closer to me and wrapped his arm around me. He began kissing me gently and before I noticed it his hand was gliding down the back of my trousers. I felt his finger tickling my hole when he whispered into my ear:

"I can't wait to fuck you."

My cock cage bounced inside my jockstrap. I could feel the precum leaking out of me. Unfortunately the next stop was ours so we had to get off.

Inside our room I quickly undressed but Marko had other things in mind. He wanted to shower first. We hopped into the big shower and from somewhere Marko produced the key to my cage. He unlocked me and told me to clean myself which I did.

Immediately I was hard but Marko was having none of it. He turned the water to the coldest temperature and directed it directly to my groin. The ice cold water made me gasp but it had its intended effect. My cock began to shrink again and was soon ready for its cage.

I sighed silently when the lock clicked shut. It had been nice to be free but Marko was right. All I had wanted to do was jerk off then and there. Had he let me shower alone I probably would have shot my load within seconds and then I wouldn't have been able to enjoy my evening with him in the same way. After we finished showering he wrapped me in a big, cozy bathrobe and led me to the balcony where he had prepared champagne and some fruit.

We sat there and watched as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. "Come sit with me", he said and I sat in his lap. I leaned back into him and we enjoyed the warm evening for a while.

He caressed me through the thick fabric and pressed me hard against his chest. I've never felt so truly loved in my entire life.

Until his cock started pressing against my butt. Somehow this made me love him even more.

"Are you excited?", I asked him.

"How couldn't I be, with you sitting in my lap."

He pulled up my robe and I could feel his hot flesh against my bare skin.

"Right here?", I asked.

"I want you now", he said and lubed his cock with his own saliva.

Then I felt him pressing against me and within a few moments he had buried himself deep inside of me. Again I leaned back against him and began to gently sway. His cock moved inside of me, hitting pleasurable spots every turn.

I kept rocking my hips back and forth, looking out over the beach and feeling his breath on my neck. I knew he was getting close so I shut my eyes and concentrated on his cock. I clenched my muscles gently to massage him even more. That seemed to do the trick because he grabbed me from behind and pulled me close to him. His head buried in my back I heard his muffled moan as he shot load after load deep inside of me.

I turned my head back and kissed him.

Every orgasm I gave him was giving me relief too. It was a different kind of relief. It wasn't the short burst of excitement that I felt when I masturbated but a deep satisfaction that I had never felt before. It was the most fulfilling feeling I had ever experienced and I knew that I couldn't live my life without it anymore. For the rest of the vacation I gave him at least two orgasms a day.

But still. After I experienced this deep connection with him the feeling of horniness still came back. Sometimes it took until the next day, sometimes it was half an hour later. Mostly I managed to channel this energy into pleasing him but with every passing day I found it harder and harder to ignore. I was counting down the days until I would be left out of this cage so I could jack off and release some of this pent up energy.

At the same time I was feeling guilty about it. I felt it was wrong to long for my release when I had so much to focus on right now. So I was happy when on our last night I could finally let go of all my worries. The next day I would be let out so there was no point in thinking about it anymore. I would just let myself enjoy the moments with Marko to the full extent.

And that I did. Marko started the evening by massaging me with the oils I had bought for him. It was so sensual and romantic that I barely registered when he let his fingers wander to my hole and when he slipped them in gently.

He didn't start to finger me immediately. It was more like an extension of the massage and he made sure that I was relaxed in every possible way. Gradually he moved from the sensual massage to movements that were more purely sexual in nature. He put a second finger in and started to rhythmically penetrate me again and again.

I felt his movements in my entire body. My belly felt like a warm ball of sexual energy that moved around frantically every time he grazed my special spot.

I wanted to beg him to fuck me but I couldn't bring myself to give him any instructions. What he was doing was so utterly perfect that I just let everything happen. And sure enough he knew when the time was right to lie on top of me and kiss my back softly while slowly sliding the tip of his penis inside of me.

It didn't take long until I felt completely full and I was able to feel his pubes on my ass. The feelings inside me just grew stronger and stronger. They were soon filling my entire body. Every now and then his cock would hit me just the right way and my entire body would shake as if hit by electricity.

He took his time this evening. Fucking me slowly and passionately before he finally increased his pace. I moaned. This was too much. How could anything feel this good. I was getting lightheaded and I felt as If I could pass out any moment from the overwhelming feeling. But he just kept going and it kept feeling better. Then he flipped me around and kissed my while steadily increasing his pace.

Whether minutes had passed or hours, it didn't matter. All that mattered was this perfect man that was penetrating me so deeply that I felt he was becoming a part of me.

Soon he was pounding me so vigorously that the entire bed was moving but he still managed to kiss me the entire time. I moaned into his mouth and when I felt his orgasm approaching something else happened. My entire body felt like it was right on the edge of bursting into flames. I moaned loudly and grabbed onto him. My toes curled and I rocked back against his hard shaft.

Marko groaned and when he shot his load inside of me without ever losing his rhythm I felt myself explode. It was as if the entire energy I had built up left me in bursts of pure pleaser. I looked down and saw cum running out of my half hard cock, dribbling out of the hole in the cage. With every shot that landed on my own stomach I convulsed and with every shot that filled my insides I collapsed inside of myself.

I pulled him close and kissed him deeply. I wanted this to never end. We lay there. Both completely spent. I felt as if something deep inside of me had changed and that I had finally seen a glimpse of what the world was supposed to feel like.

Marko started kissing my chest and he licked the cum of my stomach. I couldn't believe my luck that this wonderful man was eating my cum. I felt like I was about to cry.

When he brought me back to my apartment the next day I still felt shaky. I had barely slept the night because I was simultaneously so spent and so invigorated. Now all I could think about was that I didn't want him to leave.

He kissed me. "I'll see you soon", he said.

"Wait", I stopped him. "What about the key?"

"Oh", he said and looked kind of surprised. "I thought..." His puppy dog eyes looked down at me. I wanted to kiss him again. "It's just that after yesterday I thought you didn't want me to unlock you anymore." I didn't know what to say. I hadn't thought about jacking off today because I had been so completely satisfied the day before but that didn't mean that I wanted to stay in this thing any longer.

"The way you reacted to my touch yesterday. It was just so fucking beautiful. The way you moaned when I was deep inside of you. And when you came just from my fucking you it made me feel like the most important man in the world. It was the most indescribable feeling."

I felt the same way. Without a doubt this had been the best experience in my life. In comparison the orgasms I had given myself were barely worth mentioning. But still. Now that I was back at home I didn't have him to let me suck him off and get fucked by twice a day. It wouldn't be the same. I told him so.

"Well", he said and smiled the most happy smile. "If that's what you're concerned about than everything is clear. You won't ever have to miss me for long. Believe me when I say that I will spend every minute possible fucking you and feeding you my cum."

I smiled. It was an enticing plan.

"But still. You won't be able to visit me every day. And once a work week is definitely too little for me. Locking up for our weekends together is a given. I wouldn't want it any other way. But I honestly don't know if I can manage my horniness when I can't feel you inside of me regularly. And while I'm in agony here on days that you can't visit me you will be able to jack off at home without a problem."

He looked down for a moment and then stared at me. "Well, then I have to promise you that I won't do that."

"Won't do what?"

"Jack off. I promise you that as long as you stay inside this cage I will not jack off. As long as you stay caged every single time I cum you will be a part of it and you will get to experience it with me."

I was shocked. I hadn't expected that at all. He was such a sexual person that I couldn't imagine him going a day without shooting a load. But his offer was too amazing to say no to. The thought of his every cumshot being mine was too good to decline.

I would probably regret this but I hugged him and kissed him and said "Yes."