Self-restraint, Part 5
Category: Authoritarian, Oral, Anal
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I could hardly wait to see Timo again. Normally we spent in the summer half-year only once a month a weekend for hiking with each other, but because now semester vacations were, we had already agreed before our last – well: extraordinary – meeting to let pass this time only two weeks in between. Or Timo had already planned something and was clear about the fact that the waiting time for me would be almost unbearable? With his cum stained Speedo at home and the idea of what he would still do everything with me.
It was difficult, however, to make sure that Jonas didn't notice anything in the meantime. He had already become suspicious when I had locked myself in my room after my return. Hiding the swim trunks from him was not difficult. To continue our usual sex life was more difficult. 69er blowjob and jerking off is already clear for me, closeness and familiarity too. No question about it. But I felt now just how much the level of my arousal (and honestly also my erection) differed from what I had experienced with Timo last time. This animal and somehow also dog-like horniness. But at least: Jonas didn't ask why I had only rarely had a hard-on during these two weeks.
When the said weekend had finally come, I spent a lot of time on Fridays with preparations. Up to now, it was only a matter of packing hiking clothes and a change of clothes. I decided not to change much about that either, but already put on my black jock under my cargo pants for the trip, which left my ass exposed while holding my penis and testicles tightly together. That should be enough to meet Timo's request, who had made it clear that he was not keen on my cock. Of course, I had also rinsed myself thoroughly beforehand. Something unusual in the meantime, since in the direction of Jonas and I ran hardly anything, since we were two tunnels without train, so to speak, but never talked about it openly. In order to be able to start really immediately, I introduced my favorite plug - it sat reliably and would certainly ensure that my buddy no longer had to do a lot of preparatory work when he absolutely did not want to.
Really nervous and horny by the plug I started the train ride. When I arrived at Timo's in the evening, he greeted me at the door as usual. Only when we sat with him in the room, he said mischievously:
"So, what did you decide?"
Instead of answering him, I stood up, turned my back to him and pushed my pants down so far that he could see the jock. Unfortunately, though, he could even see the plug.
"Dude, are you still up? What's with the plug?"
"But you specifically told me to get ready," I grumbled.
"Prepare yes, make yourself horny no. - When you should be horny, when you may have a hard-on or even cum, I decide. And when it goes to the point here too."
Oh man, the guy had some nerve! It wasn't easy for me to stay in the game, because I didn't quite see through the rules, which he was always setting something new. But maybe that was exactly his strategy.
"Okay, I'll take it out then."
"But quickly, you libidinous piece! And you won't need those panties today either. There won´t be any action tonight. You've ruined it for yourself!"
Completely frustrated, I munched on my dinner. Timo seemed to enjoy my bad mood, but did nothing to improve it. So we drank another bottle of wine and then went to bed to be able to leave early the next day for our tour.
As usual I slept on the couch in the living room, Timo next door in his bed. When the alarm clock rang at his place, it woke me up, too. Normally my buddy then went first to the bathroom to make us breakfast. But this time I heard him call sleepily:
"Come over here."
No idea what that was going to be. And I wasn't into sex right after getting up, even in this case. When I got to his room, Timo was halfway up in bed. He had obviously slept as usual only dressed in boxer shorts. His powerful, blond-haired chest, steeled by years of swimming training, looked even more powerful to me than usual, since my buddy had his hands clasped behind his head. Only then did I see that he had pushed his shorts down a bit. His thick, erect member lay heavily on his abdominal wall, the glans completely covered by the foreskin, bulging highlighted at the glans edge.
"Just wanted to introduce you to someone who's coming along today. So you can get a good sniff of each other."
I crawled onto his bed because a blowjob to start the day wasn't at the top of my wish list, but somehow seemed okay. But Timo immediately kept me at a distance with his right hand, which he gently pressed against my forehead.
"Stay there. I was serious about the sniffing."
Then he took his cock in his hand, pulled back the foreskin with a very soft, smacking sound of some moisture, and held it out to me in an inviting manner.
"Come on, smell it."
I sniffed extensively and my desire to lick him grew almost overpowering. But Timo let his cock fall back to the belly wall, from where it stood out a bit, interlocked his hands behind his head again.
"Come on, take a nose up here, too." - He ran his hand along under his armpit.
His hairy armpits had made me weak in my school days. With myself, if I didn't trim them, only rather a few thin, dark hairs grew there. Quite differently with him. And unlike his sports buddies, he had never considered it necessary to shave or trim them excessively. Totally happy, I explored both sides with my nose, while Timo lounged there almost motionless for a while and let me do it. He smelled good there - like night sweat and the rest of his deodorant and guy. When I accidentally touched his thigh with my erection under his pajama pants, he promptly ended it.
"Okay, that's enough now. Otherwise you're going to drip all over my bed."
With that, he got up from the bed, shamelessly stripped off his shorts, and walked over to the bathroom, not without shouting the hint to me:
"Go make some breakfast to keep your hands busy with something decent."
Although I felt abused as a maid at first, I actually didn't think the idea was wrong, because somehow I now had to distract myself from my morning wood, which had slowly become painful due to this prelude.
When he came out of the bathroom, he instructed me to put the jock I had worn yesterday under my green hiking pants. I was allowed to take the plug with me, but not to use it. In view of this promising instruction, I preferred to forego an extensive breakfast.
So we set off again. The weather was sunny, but not hot - perfect for the tour, whose starting point we reached after a somewhat longer drive. This time Timo had chosen the route. It was off the beaten track, didn't promise spectacular views, and the level of the climbs and descents seemed unambitious by our standards. Timo was wearing his muddy gray hiking pants and a blue polo shirt. I had thrown on another plaid shirt which I wore open over my black, tight-fitting undershirt. Everything actually as always, including our backpacks. If Timo hadn't asked me to walk two steps ahead of him from the start.
After we had walked for about an hour, he closed in on me and shoved his paw into the back of my pants without a second thought. I felt his middle finger travel down my crack.
"That's what I thought. The way you wiggle your butt. You're really wet back there."
"Jerk," I returned in buddy mode. "If you're sweating, you're wet there, too."
"Don't get cocky, kid. Your wetness is something else. I know that from the girls when they really need it."
He withdrew his hand and turned off into the woods a bit. With that, we left our hiking trail. But apparently Timo had scouted this out in advance, because we reached a small clearing on a trail.
"It's time for you," he stated laconically.
"A little early for a break, don't you think?", I asked, since we usually went through the first two to three hours without stopping.
"This won't be a break either. Not for you, anyway."
With that, he spread out a sleeping mat and two blankets on top of it, one on top of the other.
"Kneel down and present me your cunt!" Timo points to the blanket and crossed his arms waiting.
I felt funny, but started to take off my shirt and take off my pants. He quickly stopped me from doing that.
"You can put the shirt aside, the T-shirt stays on. And it's enough if you push your pants down to your knees. I just want to see your hole, I don't care about the rest."
So I knelt like this on the pad and stretched my ass towards him.
"Pull your ass cheeks apart!" he demanded.
I had never felt so naked and exposed, although still half-dressed, as I did at that moment. It totally confused me and I realized that I - face down on the floor - had started to cry.
Suddenly, Timo's tone changed.
"Shshsh, hey: what's wrong, Mats? You know I would never do anything that's not good for you, right?"
He reached out his hand, made me sit up, and joined me on the blanket.
"Is it because we're outside? You can rest assured, not a soul comes by here, it's much too out of the way. Or are you afraid of what I might do to you? Then we'll just make up a safeword, something crazy like 'apple strudel', okay?"
That was suddenly Timo again, as I knew him. I trusted him:
"Oh shit, it's not. Safeword is good, but I'm not actually scared."
"But?"
"I'm just totally embarrassed when you see me like this."
"Huh?" He seemed genuinely taken aback. "What exactly are you ashamed of? You're gay, you like dick, and you enjoy being submissive. First of all, I already know all that, and secondly, I don't get why you're suddenly ashamed of it. I mean: Come on - you licked my cock and all that. What's the difference now?"
"I don't really know either. But this, this feels so final. It's like I'm not a man anymore after this. Like we'll never see eye-to-eye again after this."
"You've got too much mindfuck in there." He tapped his finger against my forehead. "Do you think if I give Katja a good going over, she won't see eye-to-eye with me afterwards?"
"You can't compare that. She's already a woman!"
"Correct. And you won't become one, no matter who shoves what into what. You don't do anything about it."
I nodded in agreement.
"That's right. But it just feels different to me. That shame is absolutely gigantic, you'll never really be able to comprehend that. It doesn't just go away."
"Well, then it stays there and gets to play along."
He clearly hadn't factored that in, but was willing to rewrite his script. That made me curious, though it still shook me.
Timo leaned against a tree, unzipped his trekking pants and took out his willy.
"Come here, little one. And nice and easy on your knees in front of me - you know the drill."
I knelt down attentively in front of him.
"Take it in your mouth while looking up at me. Look me in the eyes."
His semi-stiff member made me forget my shame for the moment.
"That's it. Now tell me what's so bad."
While I was thinking, my hand wandered to the hem of his polo shirt, which I was trying to push up.
"Don't do that!", I got to hear. "Just concentrate on my cock. And then say it to my face: what are you dreaming about when you're playing with your little hole?"
"I don't know. Just about a good fuck."
"Well, well, well - be honest. Have you forgotten already?"
He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his now completely stiff part all the way down my throat. When he let go, I replied, coughing:
"It's okay. Most of the time I dream about you. About you just holding me down and taking me."
"Is that what you imagined when we were in school? And what did you put yourself in?"
"You have no idea how many times I imagined it with you. When jerking off, later also when having sex with others. It's kind of an all-time favorite. In the past, I didn't even have a dildo or anything - my own fingers, a candle or even a carrot had to do it."
He pushed his cock back into my mouth.
"Jerks off to his best buddy for years and says nothing. Shhhh. But okay: the idea of you shoving vegetables up your ass because you're craving my cock is gross. - So you want me to control you. And do you know why: Because you think, then you are at least not to blame for what's going on. But you are wrong: You are and will always be a dirty boy. You know yourself that you have to be punished for that, don't you?"
I had been looking up at him the whole time. He looked down at me with a serious expression while I licked his tail. My silent nod seemed to please him.
"Then it's all the better that you really wet that bolt all the way to the back. I will punish you with it as you deserve it. And you will not only get it halfway in, guaranteed. That's it. And now back on the blanket with you - ass up, push your back through, head on your hands!!!"
That brooked no argument. I was still glowing with shame, but now also with arousing excitement. Before assuming my position, I wanted to grab some lube from my backpack, but Timo stopped me:
"That's as far as it goes. Spit and pre-juice together with your needy horniness will do. You're supposed to feel something, after all."
I was convinced that it wouldn't work that way, but knelt down on the blanket like a bitch in heat. Timo instructed me:
"Close your eyes!" - I closed them and then heard Timo, who until then was still fully clothed, undo the belt of his pants. The sound of the belt buckle was hot. Apparently, he had been paying attention to the fact that I was into it earlier.
"When you hear this, it's going to be serious, kid!"
I looked behind me and saw him taking off his polo shirt. His bronze-colored jock body looked even bulkier and hairier to me from my perspective. He slid his pants and briefs down just a bit. Then he knelt behind me, spat once briefly on the tip of his thumb and pressed it against my hole. Not as if in preparation or foreplay, but as if he was technically checking something. After holding the pressure for a moment, he increased it and his thumb actually slid in almost as if by itself. I groaned out.
"Keep it steady! Looks good, that should work. But you need to get your ass down a little further."
I corrected the position. Only then did he pull out his thumb and snot into his open hand, spreading the saliva first over his cock and finally into my crack. And then I felt the tip of his fat cock being applied to my hole.
"Okay, now this is going to hurt at first. But it's supposed to: for one thing, it proves to me that you're not a slut who lets himself be taken for a while. For another, you wanted to be punished. - If it becomes too much: Remember the safeword."
I nodded. And at the same time I knew that I would give everything not to have to say "apple strudel". I wanted to feel all of that and tried to relax as much as I could. It went better than ever before in my gay sex life. But Timo was also doing it somehow differently than I knew. I gasped as his bulging glans passed my sphincter, hoping to get a break after that opening. But my buddy held me in place by grabbing me around the waist with his left forearm, while at the same time pushing his cock further and further in at a slow motion pace. I held my breath and bit my lower lip to keep from screaming.
"Keep breathing. Keep breathing. You can handle it - it's not like it's the first time you've gotten it up your ass," he encouraged me. "Just feel how much you want it. All those years you spent dreaming about being made so nice and wide by me."
He pushed in further. It seemed to take forever and I had no idea if even half of me was in. I pulled in air through my teeth.
"Yeah, it's really starting to hurt again now, huh? But probably not just from my manly cock, kiddo."
And he was right about that. What actually hurt was that at that moment something inside me seemed to be breaking. A part of my so firmly nailed self-image.
At the same time, I was glad to let go of that part. So glad, in fact, that I began to push myself a little towards Timo's cock.
"That's it. Let it go. I'm holding you."
And with that somehow magical phrase, he pushed the remaining inches into me so that I could finally feel his thick pubic hair against my butt cheeks.
"Good boy." He pulled his arm away from under my hip and remained in that position. "Now you can get used to it."
The pain was still dominant. But I was proud at the same time to have made it this far. My breathing slowly normalized a little. And then Timo did what gave me the rest. He slid his paws under my black shirt, took both of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger each, and began to squeeze them lightly as he began to push his cock back and forward again, millimeter by millimeter. My eyes went black for a moment. Then my cock, which was still trapped in the jock and had previously gone limp, reared up rock hard.
"Finally, now I have you ready." His voice sounded triumphant. "That's what it's like when you get a real man´s dick, not the gay version, little faggot."
To keep me under control, he now confined himself to playing with my sensitive nipples with only one hand, while he pressed the other into my neck, thus fixing me. Then his fucking thrusts became more violent. Not once, however, did he pull his cock out completely. He simply took speed and angle as it suited him with the utmost naturalness. His belt buckle rattled and slapped against my thighs. It was hard for me to stay still. My own cock was craving some form of touch. The longer it lasted, the more the residue of pain gave way to my horniness and the overwhelming desire to cum. My jock was by now soaked with precum.
"Good girl. Daddy knows what's good for you."
It really was the stupidest of all sentences. And the most effective. When Timo pronounced it, hitting my prostate once again with a long thrust, the sperm just ran out of me. It didn't squirt properly, but it ran out of my member. A completely different feeling than when I really cum, but longer lasting and at the same time so that it denied me the relief I had hoped for.
Timo briefly felt on the blanket under me.
"You've made the blanket dirty, you little boy whore. You once again can´t keep yourself under control, huh? Did I give you permission to come?" - He guided his cum-smeared finger in my face.
"Didn't know that was possible: to come only from being fucked. Well, you probably can't help it," he said patronizingly, grabbing my hips with both hands and thrusting like there was no tomorrow. Then I felt his cock inside me seem to increase in volume a little more before he squirted his load into me. It took quite a while before he finally pulled it out and dropped down on the blanket next to me. My knees were shaking, I wanted to get up.
"Didn't we forget something there, huh, Mats?"
He held his cum-smeared, semi-stiff cock in his hand.
"Finish servicing me and lick it clean."
Without hesitation, I took his member into my mouth.
"Aren't you ashamed at all, licking the cock that fucked your greedy cunt before?"
I looked up at him and shook my head. Timo grinned broadly.
"Come on: pack up the clothes and let's move on."