Chapter Three
Joe was taking me to the highest pitch.
Hi .
In this third chapter you have joined me about an hour after I left Joe’s mobile caravan and I can tell you I am right whacked.
I have discovered that Joe does nothing in small ways. It has to be the full works and he certainly takes full advantage of me in the few hours we share together, and the time goes nowhere
But I have come to enjoy the subservience of being Joe’s twice a week guy. Having just driven home I was glad I had an extra cushion to ease my well spanked rear quarters which has become standard,
He spanks me most every time we meet now and has recently taken to using a paddle and sometimes a cane which is a real stinger.
At first I wondered if I should go with him anymore it was that bad. Although he always gives me a very gratifying massage with usually coconut oil after punishment, the hurt lingers for a day or two afterwards. Joe says that is all the better to remind me of him if perhaps my mind wanders to other guys.
He is very jealous of that, wanting to know if I have looked at another guy, and each time we meet I have to be truly honest with him and tell him, even if I have just taken a second glance at someone, and that will mean an addition to the number of times he spanked me.
Today he spanked me wearing my tight jeans, which he says, enhances the curve in my bum. He has this thing about stretching up my trousers whilst bending over his knee, to separate the cheeks. And he always had his camcorder in place to record everything we do, and of course the monitor screen so I can watch.
But whilst being thoroughly spanked, paddled or caned my head is well down, almost touching the floor I close my eyes and grit my teeth awaiting each new contact, hearing the reminiscent sound of the contact and also, if he is using the cane, the inimitable swish as it comes down on me.
I feel my pulse start to beat to the double and the renewed sting and I yell for mercy. Sometimes he pauses, usually to take a good feel of my hot red cheeks and I feel the touch of his fingers tantalizing my crotch with a promise of things to come.
That was nice as it always is, and makes the beatings worthwhile, just to enjoy the wonderful way he pampers and spoils me afterwards.
After the beating he allows me five minutes or so to gather myself. I gently rub my bum as if to rub away the pain and as I proceed to do that, it isn’t long before he kneels in front of me to enjoy his usual sniff between my crotch. I can just feel his tongue through my jeans and he tells me how good I smell and never to wash my jeans, at least not the ones I wear when I am with him. We have an arrangement that I have spare pair for spanking and fun which he hangs in his wardrobe. He has confessed that sometimes during the week when we do not see each other he likes to sniff my jeans and feel the thinness of the material behind, which is wearing with the spankings.
He says that does him a treat and he soon cums. So just for good stead he wants me to take off my jeans after a fresh spanking and wrap then over his head, where he is quite happy to spend some time sniffing my scent as he enjoys my oral extravagance of him.
It is a sort of sweet revenge that he has come down on me to severely, because I added a few well-proportioned nibbles to the sucking extravaganza and pull his balls a little more that is pleasant.
“Pete you are so cruel to me” I hear the muffled sound, his head still in my jeans.
I say nothing and deep suck him with extra strength until I can hear him gasp. It is all part of our wonderful play times together and really I like him very much, almost to the point of loving as of lately, I have come to enjoy his French kisses a lot, and the way he really massages my balls as he pushed his tongue deep into my throat, just where his cock has just been, thoroughly submerged and well sucked, his cream still lingering in my mouth which he takes pleasure in sucking up with his kiss.
It is all very lovely and our pleasure is deeply reflected in the way we love to hold and cuddle after each enthused session, sharing everything we have to reach our passionate goal. I am well numbed and seen to but even after he had taken that lovely love stick away I can still feel its presence deep up me and it is divine. The so wonderful sensations Joe could give me and no messing! – the thrust and pull like he is fucking my hole inside out.
And his fuck is always through and amazing, and even though he cums twice inside me he can still resume for a long time afterwards. He tells me just how good I am for him and how he so enjoys to fuck me after spanking especially.
He is plain dirty the way he goes about preparing me for that. He spits into me, takes me like an animal, licking and tasting me there, my asshole, my cock, everything until I am panting for his hard throbbing Ankara escort cock to penetrate me.
I am completely besotted in Joe. I will do what he wants when he wants and no messing. If he wants to fuck me in chains, in handcuffs or whatever, over the bedrail, the arm of the settee or simply on all fours I enjoy each and every stroke of his hand and every deep thrust of that lovely elongated cock inside me.
He has me thoroughly to the highest pitch and I am like his slave. Always ready and wanting of him, And if he bears his belt in hand I am ready. I reveal my ass like he wants me too, in jeans, in boxers or tight briefs, whatever his fancy of the day. I like it that way!
But Come July I was demoralized. Joe needed to go to New York, the other side of the ocean, for business. I was devastated but he promised t0o keep in touch via skype.
“We can still do things” he said obviously in an effort to keep me sweet. But what the hell, that was not like real physical stuff.
But I could not keep him from his bread and butter so I just had to lump it.
“At least the break will give that gorgeous ass time tore coupe, it has been very busy of late Huh Pete?” He grinned like a Cheshire cat but knew I was going to miss the sex a lot.
At least I felt he wasn’t planning to do anything with another because he asked me to promise to be good whilst he was away, and that it was just for a month and he would make up for it when he was back.
Well I tried, I did honestly but having become so accustomed to regular sex I was a plainly depressed and wanting of a good fuck inside me..
When Robert called, Joe’s pal, he asked if I would like a drink I gladly accepted. If anything did come out of it I could still keep loving Joe. But the sex was like a proverbial drug and I needed it to survive my misery.
Robert was nice. I’d met him before at one of Pete’s parties and he gave me the eye then. But now, in the confines of the pub restaurant he was giving me more than that.
“I promise to keep it quiet! He vowed, obviously thinking along the lines that I was. He made no secret about stroking my thigh beneath the table and |I certainly made no secret of resisting him doing that.
It felt nice, especially after a week of sad neglect and I enjoyed the attention anyway.
“Perhaps we could erm?” he said quietly looking towards the toilets. “He said he would go first an I could follow indiscriminately. In about two minutes.
I had never done ‘toilet bashing’ before. It was repugnant to me. But such were my needs, and with a couple of bevies inside me I was game.
I took the bait and made for the toilets, it was a bit of a rush job and he was really on for it big time. And he was certai9nly big time.
“This is just for starters then we can go back to my place okay Pete?” he said pushing his hand down my jeans pocket and feeling for my credentials..
He had a huge one on him which he feverishly exposed for my benefit and I was soon inflamed for him..
“Come on Pete, Fucking well unzip, let’s see what you’ve got then. It is okay I know you need it in your ass but that can wait unti8l later, I have plans for you.”
It was nice to feel his cock rub mine and together , standing up I the small place we enjoyed a very nice mutual wank like there was no tomorrow and he came beautifully into my briefs.
“That is just for starters, Pete. There is plenty more where that came from if you are game?”
I smiled. He felt warm and sufficient. He had a nice one on him that would truly benefit from a poke into my ass.
I was thinking I could close my eyes and pretend it was Joe.
But it turned out no way. For once he was circumcised and for twice he wanted to fuck me ass over tit, which Joe had never done.
It was different though and that great big cock of his opened a hole that had been closed too long and he was soon thrusting away devil may care into me
He noticed marks on my rear and queried what they were about.
“Joe likes to spank me” I replied and then he said something that made me wonder if being with this guy was right for me.
“Well each to his own. For me it is golden rain” he announced without hesitation and suggested we get into a shower together so he could demonstrate.
I think I’d reached my port if destination and politely told him I had better leave, that it was getting late.
“What a fuckin’ shame” he said loudly like he was really angry, I could really piss over your ass then fuck it sore.”
I said no thanks, not my scene,
“Then I have no alternative than to let the cat out of the fuckin’ bag” he yelled.
“I will have to tell Joe of our little bit of fun tonight.”
But even so, I could not go through that. And anyway I felt sick after his fucking, we weren’t’t quite compatible in many way. The chemical attraction was missing. The attraction I had with Joe. I Ankara escort bayan hadn’t noticed at the time he was fucking me although I didn’t like his taste. His cock was nice to suck until he came and that really put me off. Although the fuck was nice because it was something I really needed. But never the golden rain, never that.
I made my exit quickly and hoped he would not tell Joe when he got home
Chapter Four. Golden rain.
“Well did you miss me then?” Joe whispered during mid-fuck.
It was like he was an addict for my body. Before that and just after I’d called at his door, apart from just a quick greeting he’d said nothing. He was too intent on stripping down my jeans and having me over the arm of his plush red leather settee.
Usually he would indulge in his constitutional spanking and oral stuff but such was his lust, he forwent all that and went in for the kill.. And did I know it!
“I would maybe thought you would have been a little tight” Joe gushed holding himself deep inside me as we indulged in just a gentle movement to feel each other’s strong beat. That is another thing I adored about Joe. He knew how to get the very best out of me and the feel of his hardness throbbing inside me was a thrill always.
“But I guess you used the vibrators Huh to keep my hole serviced?”
Straight to the point. That was Joe.
“Something like that” I replied. Knowing the size of Robert’s cock was perhaps an inch longer. For me quality mattered more than size, even though I enjoyed Robert’s fuck it could never be up to Joe’s standard.
“You are a fucking’ tease, do you know that?” Joe grinned, easing his cock right up me then.
“Well here it is, the real thing Pete, better than any of your fuck toys eh?”
“Without a doubt” I replied feeling the surge of his fuck begin to take me to the full.
“Tell you what, Pete, I have missed your ass. Such was my agony missing it that I almost phoned for the services of a rent boy. But then I thought it could never be the same as you, no matter how much I imagined. It is the quality you see, So have you been a good boy for me?”
“Of course” I lied. Hoping for the life of me that Robert would not spill the beans.
“Your hole seems as supple as always, give me a good sucking after I have spilled huh? and I will tender your body in the way you have become accustomed.”
“Sounds good” I murmured feeling his fuck grow and build and sinking into a beautiful oblivion as he took me full throttle. Grasping the sides of my buttocks to hold me steadfast as he blasted his cock into me.
I think after that deep fucking, he had really missed me and I sort of felt a guilt because I let Robert have me. Should I tell him and be done with it? I asked myself, because Robert said he would tell anyway.
But I didn’t want that. I craved over Phil, He was the best thing that had ever happened to me and his sexual preferences were second to none.
Then how could I tell him. How would he react for one thing and maybe things between us could never be the same again?
After Joe had served me to the full, after we’d partaken in mutual oral satisfaction and I was home again in my pad, I telephoned Robert to say it would be okay for him to do what he wanted. I dreaded the thought but I was determined to keep Joe sweet.
Robert was delighted and asked if I could call in the morning, He had a late call and a session with me would put him right for the hectic afternoon in his office ahead.
So I called and braced myself for his particular diversity. I decided just to go through the motions thinking all the time that this was my penance for not being honest with Joe. And if this was going to be a one of that would be fine.
But Robert was truly perverted and contrived to stress that making love with golden rain was something very special that I would simply love.
He was all of a tether when he arrived, standing there in his shorts and not looking attractive at all, especially as he was groping himself like he was doing it for my pleasure. He was a stout guy with a few unattractive flab’s around his lower region which did not give me a particular urge to touch him, as he then asked me to.
He pulled it out and murmured something about it being very elastic and subtle and how it would be better stuffed up my fucking asshole than just being perked up like that awaiting for my attention.
I simply hated the idea of touching him after what he told me about his bent for golden rain. It was aright the last and first time we’d fucked., because I was Immersed in the lust in missing Joe I submitted to him freely and yes I did enjoy his fuck. But now it seemed like just something I had to do because of Joe and as he led me to the shower room I felt like a lamb being take for slaughter.
I had managed to give him a quick jerking off downstairs but managed to put Escort Ankara off the oral bit. He seemed happy with that though and said he looked forward to initiating me into the pleasure of golden rain. Before we went upstairs to the bathroom he said I should drink plenty and I had a good idea why he said that.
In the bathroom he stripped me with great urgency and did things like stretching the cheeks of my ass apart, slapping them and telling me to bend this way and then that. I went through the notions hoping the morning would soon pass but he was intent on getting the best out of me, his words. Giving me all the stuff about my having a great fuckin’ ass made for the trickle of golden rain, and then he’d fuck it taking in the magical odour into his nostrils. And likewise I could do the same with him, The trick then was to share our waters and indulge in a long and satisfying oral rhapsody that was good for the soul and a splendid introductory to a final deep fucking.
He was talking like a preacher man, his head now jerking off my cock which was fully immersed in his throat. His hands gentle coupled squeezing my balls to satisfaction and I did enjoy that. I always do. There is something op very satisfying and special about being sucked and balled, that certain feeling so wonderful and sensual.
Jane Austin wrote a book about Pride and Prejudice, I could equally write one about sense and sexual sensuality. With Joe taking me in so many way and now this new experience with Robert I reckon I could soon fill a few chapters.
I may do that. See how this one goes.
Anyway with balls well squeezed and cock sucked I was upright and ready to let Robert have his way with me, just to get it over and done with. He led me naked now in the shower compartment, large enough for two or more.
“Just jig me up a little” he said guiding my hand to his erection once more. “Stretch it right back and then I will tell you what to do”
I did as he asked. I felt it and jigged it He places his big hands behind against his buttocks, pushing himself forward to present me with his best. It was fine. I’d handled a cock or two but never with the knowledge that soon it would be spurting pee all over wherever he chose.
Then holding his cock tight at the end he told me just to stand there, close my eyes and feel the happening.
I heard him sigh and felt the heat of a strong spurt of fluid contact my lower tummy and run down my thighs, and over my cock too.
I opened my eyes and he was squeezing his cock to control the spurt and asked me to turn and bend,.
His pee was steaming and smelt like a horse.
“I want this to spurt right up you ass” he said.
I twisted and opened my legs to take the stream of hot fluid . I felt it contact my rear and dribble down between.
It was like when I remembered being little , when I could not wait to reach the toilet and wet my trousers. My Mum gave me a good spanking for that and I guess that has something to do with liking to be spanked now I was grown up, especially by Joe.
But now I was with Robert, being pissed with what he called his golden rain on and wondering what would come next, would he want to fuck my pissed up ass now or what?
The ‘or what’ was he kneeled and sucked my ass all over. He was like a hungry animal pushing and probing everywhere. But the worse part of all that is when he stood up again, twisted me to face him and pressed his urine saturated mouth to mine!
I was sort of going through the motions, hoping upon hope that I would never have to do this again, and that Robert would not hold me to regular sessions on the premise that he would tell Jo about me and him.
“You look so good glistening in piss, Pete. Now I want you to do the same over me. He went to his knees and placed his face deliberately beneath my pee range, opened his mouth and closed his eyes.
Could I do this? Was I completely mad or something?
But that is what he wanted and that is what he got. Full flow too. I had never ever pissed on a guy before and to see the utter pleasure was something I shall never forget.
Who would have thought anyone could get pleasure this way. It was surely it was unhygienic and highly unethical.
And yet, it sounds crazy, but somehow I felt an inkling of perverted sexual pleasure when it came to my turn. Not like when he washed me but now I was doing it to him, and watching his reaction, I felt definitely something there that I had never felt before.
Another learning cures, there are lots of things we don’t know about ourselves until such an opportunity arises.
When I was spent out he thanked me, telling me I was highly desirable and he loved my flavour.
“No we are nicely garnished and I am too let me fuck that beautiful golden ass once again, I will fuck you to the hilt and ball you too, just to show how grateful I am for what you did, for no other guy has done that for me.
It was a learning curve and no mistake. And yet there was something very special and deeply satisfying about it.
But I knew I could never do such a thing with Jo. Not as though he would want me to anyway.