7. Second Round
I woke with the sun streaming in my high front window, the warmth of Colin’s naked body felt fantastic as I lay on my back, his arm across my chest as he lay against me, his face on the pillow facing me and his eyes bright with fun and pleasure. My cock began to stiffen immediately.
“You’re beautiful, you know.” He said, planting a kiss before I could respond. “Feel like some fun before coffee?”
“What a choice …” Returning his kiss, I whispered, “Does the ‘fun’ involve more of what we did last night?”
“It does,” he replied, grinning. “And maybe a bit more …”
“Then ‘fun’ it is …”
His mouth clamped to mine and his tongue began its exploration as his leg swung over mine and his body rolled hard against mine. His gorgeous erection pressed against my thigh as my hands began to explore his body and then his butt cheeks. His own hand was busy exploring my nipple, my navel, the smooth skin of my stomach, then my ball sack, the root of my cock, its shaft and finally the now taut ‘head’. I moaned as he teased the sensitive frenulum on my cock with his thumb. He knew exactly what he was doing, and how to keep me on the edge.
His mouth covered my glans, and he again demonstrated his ability, keeping me moaning and groaning as he built me up, then eased me down again, until, finally, he used his tongue to tease my frenulum … My hips bucked. He grabbed my butt and forced my deep into his warm, wet mouth and my cum erupted.
I was still getting my breath back when he released my cock and rolled off the bed. Before I realised what he was doing, he’d locked my wrists to the bedhead. Bending down he kissed my mouth, the taste of my cum still strong as he tongued me.
“I’m going to make some coffee for us, love.” He smiled. “And Lesson Two when I get back. Breakfast for you will be delivered in person, and right where you are.”
“Hey,” I objected, but half-heartedly. I didn’t want him to leave, I wanted him to stay, and feed me his beautiful cock. I wanted to savour his cum in my mouth, I wanted him … Testing the cuffs I discovered that they were inescapable, and that he certainly knew how to use them. “What am I going to do like this?”
“Wait, like a good little prisoner, for your master to come back with your coffee, some breakfast, and a dose of …” gripping his erection, he waved it at me. “But you’ll have to wait.”
“Love … would you like to … I’ve never had …”
“Would you like me too …?” He kissed me tenderly. “If you want me to … stay where you are. I’ll get some stuff. I want to make this super super special.”
Colin was away longer than I expected, but then he re-appeared on the mezzanine with a tray loaded with bowls, yogurt, muesli and coffee. Putting the tray down, he retrieved something black and rubber.
“First I’m going to hood you, my little beauty, then I’m going to let you use the toilet,” he laughed. “No, you don’t get a choice … because I’m going to keep you cuffed and blindfolded.”
“But …” I grinned as he held the hood open. I recognised it from our stock and the previous evening. It left the wearers mouth uncovered, but had no eyeholes and zipped down the back, the slider ending beneath the wide collar with it’s locking buckle. “How will I …?
“Guess you’ll have to let me aim for you, and guide you there and back.” He chuckled as he slipped the thing onto my head and drew the zip closed. “There, now you’re ready for Lesson Two — Trust your Master.”
“Yes, sir.” Was all I could say, as he released the cuff securing my wrist to the bedhead, then re-secured it to my other wrist. It was done with such practiced ease I realised he must have done this many times.
“Now stand up, Alex.”
I did, and found myself in a tight embrace, his mouth covering mine.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Are you okay with this?”
“Don’t stop …” I whispered. “Show me how to be your Gimp, Colin. Show me how to make love with you … Show me how to please you …”
Guiding me carefully, he steered me to the bathroom, made me take a piss, then used a micro-enema on me and stood by while I emptied my butt,
“Bend over the basin, love, I’m going to wash you and lube you.”
“Colin … I’ve never been …” I gasped as he carefully — lovingly — washed my butt, then very gently applied a soothing gel. His finger probed my tight muscle, gently teasing, massaging it until, very gently, it was inside me. I’ve had a prostate examination, and I hadn’t liked it. The doctor had been rough, and it had been uncomfortable — but this felt completely different, and I liked it. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“If you want me to …” His voice was soft and husky. “Well, now you’re ready. I know you’ve never had a man, are you sure you want it …” Kissing my shoulder, he had me stand up, turned me and steered me back to the bed. “Or would you like to give me head?”
“Give you ..?” The decision jumped into my head. I knew exactly what I wanted, what he wanted. “No, love. I want you to fuck me, Colin.” My voice sounded like a strangers. “I want you in my manhole. I want your cum inside me. I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by a lover … by a master …”
“Then let’s take our time,” Laying me on the bed, he joined me, nibbling my neck below the collar, my nipples, and smothering my mouth and face with kisses. “A first time must be special, my darling,” he whispered. “I want this to be so beautiful for you, that you’ll want it again …”
Rolling me on my side, he spooned me, but instead of immediately inserting himself, he continued to explore me with his hands and his mouth. His fingers explored my butt, teasing, gently massaging, pressing gently against my tightly puckered muscle as he whispered compliments, pleasantries, words of love, even poetry, until every fibre of my body seemed to glow and I trembled with desire.
Once more his finger probed, opening me gently, massaging my opening until I relaxed, then his finger slipped free and I gasped as it was replaced, by his swollen cock. Inserting only the head just far enough that it was inside me, the flared ‘corona’ of the helmet gripped by my suddenly tightened muscle, he whispered in my ear, “Hold still, darling. Let your muscle adjust.”
“You feel …” I tried to assemble my thoughts. My muscle felt uncomfortable, but it felt so different to what I’d expected. The initial stretching had hurt, but once he entered, that had changed. I flexed my hips, difficult when laying on your side with your lover holding you against his body and his leg over yours and against the thigh of your other leg. “Good …” Turning my head to where I hoped his face was, I gasped, “Kiss me, please, my love — and let me feel all of you inside me …”
His mouth found mine and the kiss cut off my moan as his rigid member slid deeper stopping only when he was fully inside me.
“Ooooh, mmmm, that feels … you feel … beautiful,” I sighed. It did. My opening felt stretched, and my butt felt full, but in a good way, an exciting way — it touched my prostate in a way that felt good. And then he started slowly thrusting …
It made me pant like an animal, but it felt good. The driving ‘pole’ inside me rubbed against my gland, stimulating it. There are no muscles inside you, only the very sensitive and elastic tissues that form the lower end of the large intestine. There are nerve endings in there — they tell you when it’s full, and mine certainly was now. Full of Colin’s pumping cock.
I sensed, rather than felt his cum. His thrusting slowed, then stopped and a feeling of warmth spread slowly inside me as I relaxed, still gripped in his legs and arms. When he finally slipped free of my opening, he turned me on my back. Wrapping me in his arms he lowered his face to mine, his body now pressing my own erection between us as his mouth found mine and we kissed. My own cock jerked, and I moaned through the kiss as I shot my load over my stomach and his.
For a long time I lay still in his arms, my body glowing in a sort of pleasant glow. It felt wonderful to be held like this, my lover on top, his now limp cock still pressed into mine, my cum between us. I didn’t want him to release me. I wanted this to continue …
The flat felt empty in the evening. Colin had spent the morning helping me clean up, do the dishes, fix lunch and then, midafternoon, reluctantly headed off to his own home. I took a long walk, then returned to the flat. What I wanted was for him to live with me, or to be invited to live with him, but I knew he was right — having sex with someone was not the way to build a relationship. Sure it was a big part of it, but, as he pointed out, I knew very little about him, and what he was like to live with 24/7 — and he knew as little about me.
I couldn’t sleep, and lay in the bed, hugging my pillow and trying to recall what it had felt like to have his gorgeous penis inside me. Eventually I remembered the butt plug, and eased it into myself. It felt comforting, but it wasn’t the same. So I removed it, washed it, and tried to sleep.
We’d talked a lot, and eventually decided that we’d see each other as often as we could — like that was a hardship working together — outside of work, and see how things developed. I slept despite my loneliness, and went to work in the morning feeling a mix of excitement, anticipation and embarrassment.
Embarrassment? Yup, I was sure the others would give me a lot of teasing over having Colin seduce me after the party. Stupid, I know, but …
