Ch. 2 My Master `knows' Me.
Gary is 6ft 2 inches high, towering over my 5'8". Not only is he big and muscular, his frame is superbly proportioned, nothing too large or too small. His belly muscles speak of constant workout, as does his strong neck, and his incredibly strong thighs. I have frequently been locked, gently but powerfully, into those thighs, so that my face can do nothing more than inhale his crotch, his pubic hair, and his masculine instruments of love and war. It is an exotic and erotic sensation, that sends me into highs of passion, which I know only he can requite.
He keeps his hair fairly short, dark brown, almost, but not quite, black, whilst his body is superbly tanned, though his privs display the evidence of a bikini type underwear, showing he is not an exhibitionist. His eyes are light brown, and, as I have already indicated, piercing, at least when he turns them on, and he always turns them on to me. When he is relaxing his eyes can be soft, warm, dancing, almost melodic. But when he wants to, and he mostly wants to when looking into my eyes, they are piercing, dominating, searching. They seem to say, I know you through and through. I know the lust in your soul, and how passionately you want me to attend to your sensual impulses. You are hedonistic Donnie, yield to me, `cos you'll never be anything else.
Gary is never drunk, though he drinks moderately, and never ever takes drugs. He's a cleanliness fanatic, and insists on my showering at least three times a day. He uses very light perfumes, and prefers to shower before sex, washing himself with unscented soap, which he also requires of me. He maintains that the best scent is a man's body scent, which is the best stimulus to an animal-like experience of sex. I find myself agreeing with him.
I learned much later that his father was an Argentinian army general-cum-politician, who had discovered that his son was a maricon (Argentine slang for an effeminate guy) when he was 16, and had packed him off to live in the UK, allowing him only the price of a flat in Earls Court, London. Gary, even at that time, had done his homework, and knew, what his father didn't know, that this is the heart of Escort land. He prospered, and went out to his business' six days a week, from 9 to 6. I had at that time no idea what it was, and he would not permit me to "hassle" him on the subject. Evenings he would devote to me, unless a more pressing engagement, sorry Donnie boy' came up. Sundays were mine, but first I must tell you about our daily copulation which lasted about four months = almost 120 times + three times each Sunday!
Our Daily Copulation.
I will begin with the events of the day after my arrival at his flat. During that evening encounter he invited me to sleep for the night at his apartment. He gave me my own room. I drifted off into a night of deep sighs. After about an hour I slept like a log, dreaming about this magnificent man, though Gary insisted I spent the whole night tossing and turning. In the morning the smell of frying bacon drifted through to my bedroom. I got up, put on a dressing gown, and went to the kitchen. There was His Lordship, in his briefs, frying my breakfast. He swivelled round and looked at me, turning on the most bewitching smile. "So who did you dream of, last night, with all that tossing and turning?" he inquired. I took my cue, went up to him, put my hands round his neck, and whispered, "You." He grinned from ear to ear. "I knew it, and guess who I dreamed of?" "I can't," I said, frightened to be too forward. He gently moved his head into mine, whispered, "You," and kissed me. "You are a beautiful, beautiful boy, Donnie, you shall be mine." I was soon to learn that he was a seasoned seducer.
This was his first kiss, gentle, firm, demanding. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, making me gasp, because it was totally unexpected. Sexually I was a novice and didn't understand what he was doing. He pulled back, looked deeply, demandingly into my eyes and said, "You have a lot to learn, Little One, a very great deal. I have elected to be your tutor, you shall be my apprentice. One day I will be able to tell you that you have graduated!" Here he gave a aggressive laugh, whilst I smiled, excited by the thought that he would be my guru. "Now," he said, "I will kiss you again, my tongue will race around your lips, reach as far back as it can in your mouth, dance with your tongue, then trace your teeth and the inside of your cheeks. Don't resist, surrender, and try to respond instinctively. That's the secret of sex, yield totally and react spontaneously, even impulsively."
And so it was. For what seemed an age, but was really about 15 minutes, our tongues danced a tango with each other. Firm, stiff, unyielding darts, stabbing at each other's tongue. I loved it, wanted much more, but Gary stopped drew his head back, whistled softly, and exclaimed, "You are very good, Donnie, very good. You learn soooo quickly."
After we had breakfast, Gary sat on the sofa, and taking me by the hand bade me sit on his lap, a big lap for a 18-year-old, comfortable and warm. "How old are you, Donnie?" "18," I replied. This was the truth, I had just made it into the legal age. He cuddled me, wanting to believe me, for in truth I looked two years younger. His hand reached down to my tenting cock, while my hand responded, feeling his very big bulge.
My amazing voracious Gary now took my head and pushed me gently down in the direction of his cock. "Suck it for me, Donnie," he said, "I dreamed of you doing that, all night." "And I dreamed of sucking your magnificent cock also," I said, exaggerating a little. But it worked, fanning his ego and his sensual excitement. I bowed to his penis, first paying homage to it by gently kissing the crown several times with increasing passion. "Wow, that's good, Donnie, just feel at home and do anything instinct tells you to, later I'll teach you more details."
I began to lick around his balls, wet his pubic hair with my spittle and licked it off with my tongue. "Yeeesss," he murmured, and I continued by sucking his balls which seemed to me to be the size of small eggs. He squirmed a little and told me not to squeeze them. "On any man, they are very sensitive, Donnie, hold each one in your mouth, but don't squeeze." Then I built up some spittle on my tongue and ran it up the length of his cock, over the crown and down the back side, back among his pubic hairs. "Good lad, now lash the cock itself. Strike it many times with your tongue, then take the crown in your mouth and wash it all over, inside your mouth." I did just that, slowly and thoughtfully. I already understood from my own cock-handling that the underside, just under the crown, is the most delicate and sensual part of the penis. I lashed it over and over again with my tongue, while Gary sighed and groaned, and gasped with pleasure. "Donnie, Donnie, Donnie, you are incredible, keep going, don't stop." I needed no encouragement as I worked that cock up and down inside my mouth. Then as pre-cum began to seep out, I withdrew my mouth and licked it off his peehole. "It tastes soooo good," I said, and his hands ran through my hair and round my chin, lovingly.
It was not long before his throbbing cock discharged a volley of semen into my mouth. At the last second he had pulled it back from my throat, to discharge it just inside my cheeks. It was, to me at least, ambrosial, a nectar of the gods. Then for the last two volleys he pulled it out altogether and fired the rest into my face. Next he told me to wipe it off with my finger, to take one fingerfull myself and to give the next to him, so that we would clean it up together. I chuckled and we had a hearty laugh in unison.
The third day
This was Sunday, the only day he was to give me his total attention. We got up early and had a workout in his gym together. He taught me a lot about developing bodily muscles, in every part of the body. This work was done in the nude, the old Greek way, and I could not but feast my eyes on his body, my cock responding strongly. How could he but notice it? After an hour of hard, sweaty work, he came over to me and took me in his arms. "Donnie, I like a good clean body, but men's sweat is not dirty, so I want us to have sex together with the sweat dripping from us, right now."
With that he took me upstairs to the bedroom. He laid towels over the bed, and we laid down together. He spread himself on top of me for a while, and encouraged me to inhale his body sweat. It was certainly very sensual. It set my mind on fire. I found myself wanting everything this big man could give me. Our cocks rocked together as we swayed into each other, gently wrestling to the tune of "In the Hall of the Mountain King" by Grieg, which he played loud and strong. This started slow, rhythmic, at first, gradually built up, until it came to a rushing crescendo, and we moved to the music. By the end the bed seemed to creak dangerously with our rapid, roll movements. Then I slid down the bed underneath him and quickly engorged my mouth with his cock. There was no need of foreplay. I seized on his male member and made it mine. I held on to his stomach with one hand, while the other went between his thighs to reach his butt.
Instinctively I searched for his crack and ran my fingers up it. Almost absentmindedly I found his hole and prodded it. "Ataboy Donnie, go in, go in. Don't hold back on what your instinct tells you to do."
I pushed through his sphincter with my middle, large finger, and found myself enjoying the sensation. It was soft and warm and wet inside there, and I moved my finger around, trying to identify everything I could find. Gary was enjoying this immensely. Meanwhile I continued to work on his cock, sucking it, and pulling his whole crotch into my face with my other hand on his butt. He began to pump my face, gently, but firmly, going down further and further, flattening my face with his crotch, a totally new experience, one I would never have imagined three days ago. It would have seemed revolting to me then, but in reality it was totally pleasurable.
Suddenly Gary stopped. "Donnie, you are now ready for the ultimate sex experience." "What's that?" "The fuck, Donnie, the fuck. You understand?" I bit my lip. "No way, Gary, I'm not a woman, and I don't want to be treated like one." As he started to turn me over, I firmly resisted him. To tell the truth I was scared out of my wits. I had just had his cock in my mouth and I knew it was a monster. I resisted frantically, fighting to get him off me. Remember that his crotch was on top of my face, and he simply continued to flatten me with it.
"Relax Donnie, or I may have to deal with you more severely," he said. His knuckles rapped my head twice as he said this, as though to say that he was prepared to hurt me. As it was, just those two raps were sharp and painful. I was shocked, but I slackened my resistance. He took me firmly in his strong hands turned me over on the bed, his body weight pinning me down every time I reacted against his movements.Then he laid his whole weight on top of my back and bum, silent, while I breathed heavily. I was once again a frightened little boy, as I had been so often in my childhood. He lay there waiting for me to get used to the idea of what he was about to do. At least I began to love the new feeling of him on top of my back.
Then he raised his crotch and felt my crack, inserted a finger in my anus. "Now Donnie, that's what you did to me, remember? How do you like it?" "O.k," I murmured. "Right, now do you think me a woman?" I rejected the idea scornfully, and apologised for even giving him that impression. "But I've had dozens of guys penetrate my anus, Donnie, many of them with cocks bigger than mine. This is the ultimate carnal act of coitus. The only sane conclusion for anyone who dotes on another guy's cock. Let's go, son, you want the very best, don't you?" By now I had lost all power to resist.
He then slid his cock up the length of my crack. I gasped with pleasure, He proceeded to draw it down and slide it up time after time. It was quite exquisite to feel this big, chunky, well-pre-cummed cock moving up and down my crack. I breathed deeply, almost gasping for breath at the excitement. "Donnie," he whispered, "permission to make your rectum into my personal love hole. I will coat it and my cock with skin cream. My rod will simply float in like it is doing right now along your crack." What could I say? How could I resist any more? I felt that if what he said was true, and if this perfect man had had it done to himself many times, who was I to stand in his way, after all he had done for me?
"Please, Gary, fuck me gently," I whispered. He slid a pillow under my tummy and crotch, which raised me to a comfortable level for his tool. "Put your hands onto your butt cheeks and pull them apart to widen your hole, Donnie, at the same time spread your legs on the bed." I obediently followed his instructions, feeling both nervous and excited. I firmly believed that the pain would be terrifying, given the size of his cock and the virginity of my anus. I fairly trembled with fright. Gary sensed this, so once again slid his cock up and down my crack, kissing my neck as he did so. I was almost lulled into total relaxation by the time he decided to take the plunge.
Incredibly, between his sliding that juicy creamed-up brute up and down my crack, and my own relaxation, when he suddenly plunged his cock into me, I hardly noticed it! I had to ask him, knowing that he had stopped sliding up and down, what he was doing. "I'm inside you now, Donnie, did it hurt?" "I really didn't feel anything, Gary." I said with amazement." "Kiss me, Donnie, this is a triumph!" I pushed myself up on my elbows so my head was higher. He bent right over while I twisted my face toward his and our lips locked together. He smothered my neck and my back all over with kisses, while he slowly pushed his cock all the way down till it hit my prostate. O what a feeling that was, to have this man, my lover, taking possession of that which I held most dear. Sensing the whole length of my anus stuffed with this big beautiful cock I broke into joyful laughter.
Gary chuckled. Now he knew he had me in his power. "Donnie, I'm going to plough you now, slowly at first, then build up into a crescendo of thrusts which will turn you into a lust bug, hankering to be fucked every day of your life." And without more explanation he fucked me. He slowed down, he sped up, he slowed down, he sped up. It took about 15 minutes, but 15 minutes of delight, while at each thrust he breathed loving words into my ears. For myself I knew I had gained a small slice of paradise, and that life would never be the same. Now my Master `knew' me through and through. My virginity was sold, but I didn't care. I had sold it to the highest bidder, and the payoff would be very high.
To be continued....