Finding My Soulmate

Waking after a good night’s solid sleep is one of life’s greatest pleasures. Waking with a six-foot marine in the bed only enhances the pleasurable experience. My marine is still asleep, sheets below his knees, basking in all his glory and masculinity. When I observe him like this, I wonder how I was so lucky to draw into his life. But, in reality, he pursued me and, thankfully, wouldn’t let go.

As I do a full scan of his body, I get an eyeful of what I have come to expect, his proudly standing eight inches of pure manhood. Bobby Ray is like a guy who has an unplanned reaction to Viagra which needs medical attention: a perpetual erection. Remember the warning from the Viagra manufacturer: ‘if you have an erection that lasts for more than four hours, see your doctor.’ I have never touched his cock when he wasn’t hard. Never! He claims that before he met me, he could go for days only getting an erection during typical male morning wood. I can’t believe that little ole me can have such an effect on him.

As I stare and salivate, I recall an old saying that tells us, one should never waste an erection, so I should really take advantage of the one just a couple of feet away. This dude loves being awakened to an in-progress blowjob.

I hover over Bobby on all fours and begin a no-hands wakeup suck-off. I kissed each muscle segment of his six pack. Lick gently with my tongue, moving slowly downward on his beautiful tight and tanned body.

My tongue slithers out and licks his trimmed pubic hair, sensing the faint taste of man sweat with a special exciting aroma not found elsewhere on his frame.

Getting to his cock without using hands is easy since it’s standing straight up at a ninety-degree angle. I rub my tongue over the underside where the dick connects at the base, moving up to the sensitive area just under the cockhead. I wiggle my tongue there, causing his big dick to expand and contract a couple of times. He moans slightly in his sleep. I wrap my spit-slicked lips around the head and massage with my soft lips. My tongue washes the head; saliva running down the shaft onto his balls. I open wide and engulf as much of his hardness as I can and then slowly work more inside until he is in my throat, his pubes scratching my nose.

I squeeze with my throat muscles, tightening and pulling up with small strokes as though I am milking. He humps my throat a little, stops and slowly opens his eyes.

“I was afraid to open my eyes and shatter what I thought was a wonderful, sexy dream.”

I smile as best I can with a mouthful of dick. I start moving up and down, sucking hard, blowing hard, licking this hard, thick fuck pole.

I pull off and draw both balls into my mouth and suck, trying to get those jewels in my throat.

“Fuck! Chris, that’s incredible what you’re doing. The pressure on my nuts is an incredible feeling. God, yes. Don’t fucking stop!”

I soon let his balls slide out of my mouth, grazing my sharp teeth as they make their exit. I crawl upward, kissing his chest, suck nipples and find his lips. Bobby wastes no time tasting my mouth with his tongue. My hard cock pressing against him.

“Chris, get me off, please. Suck me off and make me cum in your mouth.”

I work faster and harder to get Bobby off. He rolls his body from side-to-side, humping as I blow him. It takes about five minutes for his cum to start filling my mouth and he pushes his load down my throat with his thick cock which leaves no room for his cum to escape. Down it goes.

After he comes, he grabs me pulling me on top of him. He looks at me and slowly opens his mouth. As I lean over his face, I think ‘I hope this is what he wants’ and then let his cum slowly dribble from my mouth into his. He tastes and swallows. Never done that before.

Bobby stared at the ceiling as he said, “I feel uneasy about doing things like that but I really want to. I think, sometimes I blush when doing it. I have to admit that I do like it. I don’t know what’s coming over me, doing shit like that, but it is so fucking hot.”

“Bobby, believe me, there are a lot of tops who like that. It doesn’t make you any less of a man. You shared your sperm with me and I am sharing it back to you. Not a big deal on the negative side but a very hot deal on the positive. It’s what a lot of gay men do and I suspect some random hetero couples do it sometimes. Don’t overthink it. Do it when you feel like it.”

“All of this gay sex stuff is so new to me. And, an upcoming new experience is something you have said you would do with me.”

“You’re referring to ruined orgasms.”

“Yep, that’s it, Bobby said with a big smile on his face.

“It’s a different experience because you have no control of the situation. I will be in total control. I decide if you will come and when.”

“I understand. I have read about it and watched videos. We should go to that sex shop and get the toys we need to do it.”

“Bobby, there are several ways of doing it.”

“Oh?” he said with a surprised look.

“Stroking your cock is one. Another is a prostate massage. Spanking your balls and stopping before you cum is another. For some guys, spanking their hard cock will do the trick.”

“Shit, Chris, you are making me so fucking hard and horny talking about it.”

“OK horn dog, let’s get up, have breakfast and go shopping for toys.”

A nice, warm shower is the first thing to do. Time permitting, we usually fool around under the warm water, but today we are saving sex for later after we return from the sex shop.

Today is a day of rest between the Texas trip and going back to work, so there is no need to rush. We have a solid breakfast of ham, eggs, toast and coffee and then get underway.

We drive to an adult sex shop on Dupont Circle in DC. I have been here a couple of times before. This shop caters to both gay and lesbian crowd. Surprisingly not very busy when we arrive.

Bobby is like a kid experiencing his first time in a candy store. He notes that some of the dildos seem abnormally large, the clothing too revealing and he appears to dread anyone seeing him in this shop.

“Bobby Ray, if you’re feeling uncomfortable being here, we can leave and order the toys online, but it will take a few days to get the delivery.”

No, no. I’m OK, just a little shocked since this is my first time in a place that sells explicit gay things. We need to get our toys today. I don’t think I could sleep tonight without doing those kinky things you want to do to me. But can we just get the things you have in mind so we can get out of here and get home to play?”

We get a BDSM Kit which consists of straps with padded restraints on four ends. It’s a one-piece straps device that fits underneath the mattress with the restraints pulled out from under so they are available. The restraints have buckle-type closures and small padlocks can be attached to prevent the bottom from setting himself free.

I grab a set of nipple suction cups from a rack. They’re just large enough to fit over the nipples and keep them stretched outward. When you quickly remove them from a guy’s chest after 15 to 30 minutes, the guy’s nipples feel like they’re being set on fire. I don’t know how Bobby will react, but I get the idea that he likes a little rough stuff, and, he will be restrained, unable to escape. That will be an all-new feeling for him.

I got a small flogger designed for the genitals. He seems to like it when I work his balls a little.

I get a paddle for his ass in case he lets me go that far. Naturally, I expect him to use these things on me at some point when he feels comfortable doing it.

AND, to put the icing on the cake, so to speak, a good blindfold will keep him alert since he won’t know what’s coming next. This one hugs the face to prevent any peeking.

For safety’s sake, I got a rubber sheet. One never knows what will happen during kinky play. This rubber covering will protect the bed’s mattress.

After we returned home Bobby Ray took the bag of toys into the bedroom and unpacked everything.

“Bobby, we’re not gonna do this in this bedroom because it can get messy. Let’s use the spare bedroom. We’ll take off the sheet covering the mattress, put the rubber sheet on the mattress and put the sheet back on to cover things. This way, any accidents that happen won’t fuck up the mattress. The floor is imitation wood vinyl parquet. Easy to clean.”

“Chris. What do you mean by possible accidents?”

“Babe, a ruined orgasm session is pretty intense. You might uncontrollably piss like a race horse, for instance. Play doesn’t halt just because you get your non-orgasm. Just trust me, play along, enjoy and don’t worry about anything.”

“OK. I do trust you one-hundred percent.”

“Let’s shower and get ready to play. OK?”

“Fuck, yeah. I’m ready for a new experience, one or more.”

In the shower, I continue to help Bobby to get ready for a mind-blowing experience. Now, comes a part of preparation I’m a little uneasy about: getting him to flush out his ass. That will be new for him, but so will all the rest of this adventure into light SM. Fuck it.

“Bobby, I have a product here that some guys use to clean out their asses to prepare for fucking. I know you don’t go that far, but one never knows what will happen once we get very horny. So, unless you have strong objections, I would like you to use this to clean out your hole. I may decide to give you a prostate massage and if you’re clean inside, it will make it a lot more pleasant for both of us.”

I show him how to use the Fleet disposable enema and he never once hesitated to do it. This boy wants a ruined orgasm so bad.

After both of us cleaned inside and out, we went to the spare bedroom to play.

The BDSM Kit had installed easily since it is a simple three-strap configuration. One long black, sail cloth strap. Another shorter strap near the top running left and right with restraints on each end. The third strap is like the second but goes toward the bottom to provide restraints for the ankles.

Bobby walks around the bed looking at the restraints. When he realizes I am watching him, he looks at me, blushes and smiles and comes over to give me a hug.

“Just looking at those straps and restraints makes me so hard and horny. I can’t explain why the idea of this touches my horny button but it fucking does.”

“Different strokes for different folks.”

I place two pillows leaning against the head of the bed. “Bobby, get on the bed and sit with your back against those pillows. Legs straight out, spread toward the restraints.”

He quickly got into position.

“Bobby. are you ready for this? It is nothing to be afraid of, it’s just a hot but unusual experience. Try it and see if you want to do it again or never again.

And, in any play beyond fucking and sucking, all parties should agree on a safe word. If you, for whatever reason, want to stop, yell the safe word and the session will be ended. It will be ended. The safe word is not to be used when you want to take a break. The safe word is for stopping and not resuming. Are we in agreement on that.? The safe word is designed to protect you when you know you cannot continue. It's protection.”

“I understand, but I’m tough. I can take a lot.”

“For what we are gonna do today, you don’t really need to be tough. Tough is for more serious play, such as flogging, whipping. That sort of thing.”

Bobby’s eyes got really big. I thought about how far this might go over time.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can.” I applied restraints to each ankle and pulled the slack out of the straps so the legs become immobile.

“Bobby, stretch your arms out horizontally.” I fastened both wrists, pulled the slack out of the straps, making his arms immobile.

“Fuck, this is a new experience. Feels funny.”

“Just relax. While we are in session, I will speak to you only when necessary. You should keep your talk to a bare minimum. Expressing your feelings with words and moans and groans is OK but if you refrain from talking and are settled into the action going on around you and inside you, you can better detect your inner feelings and the sensations going through your body. If I speak, it will be in a whisper only loud enough for you to hear me.”

“Chris, I understand. Do I call you Master? Do I address you as Sir?”

“Those things are not necessary with this session, but if you like using those words, if it turns you on, adds to your fantasy, do as you feel inclined to do.”

“OK, I will let my feelings guide me.”

“One final thing to help you focus on what you are feeling is this mask.” I held it up for Bobby to see and he whispered, “Fuck.” He is so cute in all of this. Reacting with big eyes and raised forehead to these new toys.

I place the mask to cover his eyes and make sure he can see no light at all. Then I walk over to the side of the bed. I reached out with one hand, finger tips barely making contact with the skin. I slowly move my fingertips over his chest and abs. He breaks out in goose bumps and his body shudders slightly. His skin rises and falls like a landscape during an earthquake. He gasps a little and makes moaning and whining sounds. I stroke from the inside of his leg to his foot. He is lost in his much-needed pleasure. I walk around the bed and repeat the action on the other side. Once this is done, I slowly get onto the bed, kneel between his spread legs and use both hands to tingle his skin. Leaning forward, I lick and kiss his face, neck, chest, nipples, abs and keep going. I reach his standing up hardon and swallow him to the root, moaning with pleasure as I feel his thickness making room for itself in my throat. While I gently suck him for a couple of minutes, I squeeze lube on both my hands.

I place both hands on his cock and stroke slowly, teasing the head, moving one hand to his balls, rolling his nuts around in my hand. With the hand on his dick, I continue jacking him, tightly gripping his hardness and stroking faster and faster. Bobby is reacting differently than usual, causing me to wonder where he is in that darkness in front of his eyes.

He mutterers breathlessly, “Shit. Oh Fuck. Oh God, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”

Bobby was wound up like an eight-day clock. He was all ready to orgasm, but when I felt the first throb of his cock, I let go of all contact.

“NO! Fucking no. I’m gonna cum. Come on, make me cum. Please.”

I let him calm down. “Bobby, I ruined your orgasm on purpose. That’s what this game is about.”

“Chris, I know. I am just so desperately horny.”

I start stroking him again. I blow him for a couple of minutes and then resume stroking, the quickest way to get a man just to the edge and no farther.

“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna do it this time.”

I focus my attention on his facial expressions and the reaction his cock is having to my hard and fast stroking. Precum flies in all directions. Bobby stretches his legs as far as he can, shakes his body a little and I let go again.

“I was so close. So fucking close. I may have given up all control but I will cum. I know it,” he babbled almost incoherently.

Again and again, I took Bobby to the edge of the cliff but pulled him back before he could jump off. He had sweat running down onto his chest. The mask was soaked. He couldn’t keep his body still; writhing and lost somewhere in that private place of secret pleasure.

I take his cock in my mouth and bob my head up and down as fast as I can move. He tried to hump my face but I forced a distance between us with the help of the straps holding him down onto the bed. I pushed him back down flat on the bed, grabbed his cock and stroked hard and fast again.

“Oh, fucking YES! I’m gonna cum, please, Chris, let me cum. Please.”

I continue, pushing him over the edge. He shoots cum about three feet into the air. Then piss gushes out of his cock and goes up about five feet in the air, slowly reducing the distance to about three feet and then harmless dribbles. It seems to be a never-ending piss stream. It covers him and me, the bed and the floor.

I keep stroking him through all of this. A little post orgasm torture. He tries to break out of the restraints. His body rolling from side-to-side. “Fuck, my dick feels like it will break off but I want that feeling, the sensation is so powerful and it fills my body. Fuck yes.”

I rub the palm of my right head over his cockhead, causing him to squirm a little. He is oozing cum, precum flows down his cock and a little flying around as I stroked. Suddenly, his body went rigid and he came again. “Oh God, I’m gonna pass out.”

“Safe word, Bobby.”

“No. Never. This feeling is so incredible I don’t want to stop it. I can’t let it go.”

He moaned loudly, growling like a animal. “May I cum again, please?” he begs, whining and moaning.

That’s a surprise. He really is giving up control, becoming obedient. I don’t know if I want such a change in him.

I want him to cum. This is lasting a bit longer than it should. He hss become quickly addicted to the pleasures, but I have a plan for bringing this session to a explosive end.

I wrapped my hand around his ballsac, fitting my fingers in place like a ball stretcher. I wait. Suddenly Bobby tried to bang his feet and legs against the bed. He was coming once more. On the second throb I yanked his balls tightly downward as he shot his load. He screamed like he was in pain and raised his hips off the bed. His orgasm lasted longer than ever before. He was milking this last one for all he could force out of it. Finally, it stops and he just goes limp.

I didn’t disturb him. I wanted him to enjoy the after glow of his first experience in the land of BDSM.

Five minutes went by and I was becoming concerned when Bobby opened his eyes slowly. He broke out in a huge smile. My baby seemed to be so fucking happy. “Come up here and kiss me.”

“Let me take the restraints off,” I said. “NO! he barked. I removed the black mask.

“I just want to stay like this for a few more minutes, to remember all of this. Being restrained without control is a strange feeling but I liked it.”

We shared a long, sloppy, wet kiss. Then Bobby said, “Chris, I don’t know what to say. It was all that I expected and more. The main feelings and sensations I had were all new for me and my body. It was perfect. You were perfect. The thing you did with my nuts when I came the last time reminded me of how you have paid close attention to my balls a couple of times before. I like what you do down in that sensitive place. I never had much experience with that. I like the stress and pressure that comes with ball play. Whatever you want to do with my balls is OK because I always hope you will ‘abuse’ them, if that’s the right word. I have pretty much always had fantasies about kinky sex but never knew how to ask anyone about it. It was too gay to talk about. The thing is, the fantasies always involved other guys but I didn’t stop to ask myself why guys and not women.

“May I get out of these restraints, please?” I slowly let Bobby have his freedom back.

“I try things with you because you have indicated these new things might work for you. I know you will stop me if you don’t want a certain thing to happen.”

We needed to clean up the mess and take a shower. Probably have a nap to recuperate.

I took longer in the bathroom and when I walked into our bedroom, Bobby was lying on top of the covers, naked and looking so good. When I crawled onto the bed, he scooted over to me, looked at me and said, “Chris, can you just hold me, please?”

I wrapped my arms around him. He was in a near fetal position, holding onto me like he was about to fall. I don’t know exactly what it was with him right now. He had gone through an experience that was totally removed from his normal marine world or our routine sex. He went to sleep in record time. It took me longer because I was trying to analyze our ruined orgasm play and what it may be doing to Bobby’s head. Eventually sleep claimed me too.

We slept for a couple of hours. Bobby was already awake when I woke up. He was on his side of the bed, surfing on his phone. When he saw I was in the process of rejoining the real world, he put down his phone and scooted over to me and cuddled again against me. I stroked his head gently, bringing a light moan of pleasure from him.

We were quiet for a long while until Bobby spoke: “Chris, thanks for that. You know, for ruining an orgasm and then giving me more and more. It was more than incredible. I hope we can do that again and even more and kinkier sex. I really am into this. This is the sort of sex I always thought about but assumed I was just having sick thoughts and that no one really did things like this. Trying to describe it is difficult but I see it as sex with the intensity of a football game. You know hard sex, hard body contact. Not soft sex like most people have.”

“What was going on in your head behind that mask?”

“The hottest thing was when the ruined orgasm happened. The sensation that filled my balls and dick was mind-blowing, even though there but no orgasm. The feeling seemed to never end. When the orgasm was stopped the sensation continued and then when you started stroking me again, the intense feeling got even more powerful. It started when the ruined orgasm started, continued and got more intense until I had a real orgasm. The first orgasm was the most powerful thing I have ever experienced sexually. It was like a never-ending game of mind fuck. The sensations took me to places I’m sure don’t exist, making me feel a string of things that would each last for only seconds. The second or maybe the third orgasm was so intense I thought I would pass out. It was incredibly intense but not as powerful as the ruined orgasm.”

“What kind of visions did you have?”

“I saw many scenes in my head which appeared in the darkness in front of me. I was in group sex with several men. We were all pissing and coming on each other. You and other guys were holding me down while a young muscle boy rode my cock. So many scenes involving piss, cum, sweat, sucking, fucking. In one scene I was being whipped by a guy dressed in leather. He was using a flogger with many long, thin strands of leather. Then I was the naked Master and was whipping a muscular guy who was begging for more, saying ‘Sir’ to me.”

“Sounds like it was a good time for you.”

“Chris, I am not describing it very well because I don’t have the words. It was more than I could have hoped for. I can’t believe we really played like this. So hot, so different from the sex that I’ve ever had.”

“If it was a good experience for you, then I am happy, Bobby”

“Can we go out for dinner and then play some more.”

“Sure, but remember that you have an early day tomorrow. Time to go back to work.”

To be continued