Back in my room, the walls seemed to pulse with the memory of Tim's touch and the sound of the paddle. I couldn't resist the urge to touch my tender, red ass, feeling the heat and the sting of the spanking. The water from the shower was like a balm, soothing the ache and washing away the sweat of the day. As I scrubbed my body, I felt a sense of excitement building once again.
Stepping out of the shower, I found the note on my bed. It was written in Tim's firm, blocky handwriting, and the words sent a shiver down my spine. “Stay naked and come and find me in the orchard. We are going to have some fun”. My heart skipped a beat as I read it, my mind racing with what kind of fun Tim had in store for me.
The anticipation was delicious, a mix of fear and excitement that had me trembling as I dried off. The coolness of the room kissed my skin, making me acutely aware of my nakedness as I walked to the door, the floorboards creaking beneath my bare feet. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the warm evening air, my heart racing like it was my first day all over again.
The orchard was alive with the sounds of the evening, crickets chirping and the rustle of leaves whispering secrets. I followed the path through the trees, my cock swaying with each step, feeling more exposed than ever. The sun had painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, casting an ethereal glow over the apples and the ground beneath them.
As I reached the centre of the orchard, I spotted Tim wearing a simple kaftan, sitting on a bench in a dedicated clearing that was just beautiful in its simplicity, right in the middle of the orchard. Next to the bench was a wooden table, beautifully carved with the legs being of the male lower body, turned out as if the owners were carrying the table through the orchard.
He beckoned me over, a smug smile playing on his lips as I stared at the table.
"You look like you enjoyed your shower," he said, his eyes raking over my dry, freshly cleaned body.
"I did," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks as I recalled the sensations of the water against my skin. "But I noticed something strange while I was in there," remaining transfixed on the table.
Tim raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Oh? What's that?"
"The water... it felt different," I stuttered, unsure of how to articulate the feeling. "Warmer, almost...alive."
Tim leaned back against the bench, his kaftan fluttering in the breeze. "Ah, that's the magic of this orchard," he said, his gaze distant as if lost in a memory. "Some say it has a heart, a soul. That's why I come here."
He patted the space next to him on the bench. "This is my inner sanctum," he revealed. "I never let anyone else pick from these trees."
As I sat down, my attention moved away from the table as I noticed the apples on the tree beside us looked plumper, more vibrant than the others we'd picked the day before. They practically hummed with life, the leaves whispering secrets that only Tim knew.
"Why is this place so special?" I asked, reaching out to touch one of the apples. It was warm, almost pulsing with energy beneath my fingertips.
Tim took a deep breath, his eyes shining. "It's where I come to think, to be alone with my thoughts." He paused, his hand brushing against my bare thigh. "But tonight, I want to share it with you."
"Tim, can I ask what the table is. I have never seen anything like it before.”
"Of course," he said, his hand still resting on my thigh. "It's a piece I had carved from some of the old apple trees by a local artist, a good friend of mine. I modelled for him as he took lots of photographs of my lower body to my feet, and after quite a while and a lot of work, he produced this fine piece of art and called it "The legs of fertility", a celebration of the orchard's life cycle."
I stared at the table, the carvings now seeming more erotic and alive. The penises on the legs were detailed, veiny, and proudly semi-erect, as if they had a life of their own. The carved pubic hair was intricate, each strand distinct and flowing. The feet were a masterpiece of detail, with toes curled and sinews defined. It was both beautiful and slightly disturbing in its realism but it was magnificent and unique.
Tim must have noticed my fascination because he chuckled, a warm sound sending me shivers. "You can touch it if you want," he offered. "It's not just for looking at."
Feeling both nervous and intrigued, I reached out and lightly traced my fingertips along the carved leg, over the muscular thigh, and up to the penis, noting that each penis was different as my finger touch the slit at the top of each gland. As I stood, my erection point skyward, the wood was smooth and cool to the touch, the carving so lifelike that it was almost a shock to remember it was inanimate.
"It's quite something," I murmured, unable to tear my gaze away.
Tim's looked at me, naked and aroused, leaking precum from my expectations. "It's a reminder of the power of nature, and what we can create from it," he said, his voice low and filled with a passion I hadn't heard from him before.
I nodded, still stroking one of the penises. The setting sun painted the orchard in a golden glow, casting shadows that made the carvings dance across the tabletop.
"What do you use it for?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing much, just providing tantric massages to deserving men who have never really understood the magic of what an orgasm is," he responded with a sense of mystery and passion as he smiled.
"Tantric massages? What are those? I asked, feeling marginally silly as if I should know.
Tim thought carefully before answering my question. "Most men like you experience a standard orgasm, a brief, intense release that often signals the end of sexual activity. It starts with arousal, reaches climax with ejaculation, which then results in the loss of arousal for a while. This pattern, while pleasurable, can feel predictable and limit the potential for prolonged intimacy."
For some unknown reason, I blushed as Tim held my gaze and continued, "Tantric orgasms, on the other hand, are a whole different world. They involve controlling and circulating sexual energy throughout the body, enabling you to experience multiple orgasms in a single session. I enjoy proving the ability of the body to bypass losing an erection after orgasm, allowing repeated peaks of pleasure without losing an erection. Imagine staying hard for hours, continuing to experience waves of pleasure, and finally reaching an explosive, deeply satisfying climax whereby your entire body reacts to the sexual stimulation."
"Really?" I asked, slightly shocked that such a thing could be experienced.
"Yep, it can and does, and I want to show you a different side of your body that you never knew existed. I want to give you a tantric massage and bring you to an enlightened sexual arousal you will never forget," Tim declared.
"Wow," I replied, my heart beating fast with excitement and desire.
Tim smiled, knowing I was hooked as he continued, "Now, I want you to climb onto the table and to close your eyes and clear your mind of your thoughts. Then I want you to concentrate on breathing, inhale, hold and exhale, syncing your breath with the rhythm of my touch, using each inhale and exhale to steady your arousal and maintain control over your body."
Tim's voice was soft and soothing, like a gentle stream running over smooth stones. I nodded and did as he asked, placing my hands on a couple of carved penises, feeling their warmth beneath my palms as I climbed onto the table. I lay down, my body trembling slightly as I felt his hands begin to work their magic.
Tim's touch was like nothing I had ever experienced before. He started with my toes, massaging them gently before moving up my legs, his thumbs tracing the insides of my thighs with feather-light strokes that had me gasping. He took his time, moving in a mesmerising and tantalising pattern. His fingers danced along my skin, igniting a trail of fire that led straight to my cock, which was already hard and aching for his attention.
As he reached my waist, his hands paused, his breath warm against my belly. "Remember to breathe," he murmured, his voice a gentle reminder of the control I was trying to maintain. Then, with a wicked smile, he wrapped his hand around my shaft and began to stroke me in time with my breathing.
The sensations were intense, my body responding to his every touch. With each exhale, I felt myself getting closer to the edge, only to pull back with each inhale. Tim's touch grew firmer, his movements more deliberate, as he brought me closer and closer to climax.
My first orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me and leaving me gasping for air as I shot cum with such force, it landed on my face and chest, but instead of subsiding, the pleasure grew, my body tightening and releasing in a series of smaller, more intense waves. I could feel Tim's energy melding with mine, guiding me to new heights of ecstasy.
As the first wave of pleasure receded, Tim leaned over me, his hand never leaving my cock. "We're just getting started," he whispered, his breath hot on my skin as he continued to stroke me, his touch gentle and soothing, building me back up to the peak.
The second orgasm was like lightning, striking me without warning. My body arched off the table, my back bowing as I cried out with pleasure. Tim's grip tightened, holding me through the storm, guiding me through the intense contractions as I offloaded more cum onto my body.
But even as the thunder of pleasure faded, Tim didn't stop. His hands continued to work their magic, bringing me to a third, then a fourth orgasm, each one more powerful than the last. It was as if my body had been rewired, each peak more intense and overwhelming than the one before.
The world around me blurred into a haze of sensation, the only reality the warmth of the sun-kissed apples and the feel of Tim's skilled hands on my body. Each touch was a revelation, a secret unlocked deep within me that I hadn't known existed.
Tim's attention changed to my perineum as he started to massage my prostate between my testicles and anus. With gentle strokes, massaging in circles he found my spot and without his hand on my cock, I started to feel the growing climax. Oh my god, it felt incredible as I reached a moment of bliss as I lay there listening to the trees and the sounds of my breathing in sync with the apple trees themselves.
When the final orgasm took me, I felt as if I was floating above the orchard, my cries of pleasure echoing through the trees. I climaxed with such power without a hand on my cock, unabale to believe he had coaxed me to a full orgasm without touching my cock as his hands slowed against my perineum, his touch growing softer as he brought me back down to earth, my body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction.
As I lay there, panting and covered in cum, prostate juice and sweat, Tim leaned over me, his eyes shining with excitement. "How was that?"
I was dizzy, my eyes blurred, my heart pounding, "Incredible," I managed to gasp out, my voice hoarse. "I never knew..."
Tim chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You've only just begun to explore the power of your own body," he said, his hand giving my cock a final, affectionate squeeze before he helped me off the table.
As I stood there, wobbly and overwhelmed, Tim wrapped me in a warm embrace, his chest pressing against mine. "Now, you understand what it means to truly be alive," he murmured.
The sun had almost set, the orchard bathed in a soft, golden light of the early evening. I looked down at my sticky body, the evidence of our session glinting in the fading light. I felt changed, as if Tim had unlocked something deep within me. "What can we do now because I want, I need more?" I asked, my voice still shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Tim slipped his kaftan over his shoulders, allowing it to pool at his feet, revealing his naked body. He was more muscular than I had imagined, with a sprinkle of grey hair across his chest that led down to a thick ten-inch cock that was already leaking. He picked up a bottle of apple seed oil from the table and held it up to the light. "It's time for you to experience the full power of the orchard," he said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and seriousness.
He approached me, the bottle of oil glinting in his hand. "I want you to take my seed," he whispered, the words sending a bolt of excitement through me. He tipped some of the oil onto his palm and began to rub it into his cock, the precum mixing with the oil to create a slick, glossy sheen. The sight of him preparing himself for me was almost too much to bear, but I knew I wanted it, needed it.
He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against my stomach as he reached for the oil once more. This time, he tipped some into his hand and began to massage my chest, the warmth of his palms spreading the slick liquid over my skin. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was worshipping my body with each stroke.
Then, without warning, he reached behind me and began to massage my ass, his fingers slipping between my cheeks and circling my hole. The sensation was so intense, so new, that I couldn't help but moan. He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck. "You're going to take all of me," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a promise that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through me.
I nodded, my body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this moment all along as he lifted me with little effort to sit once again on the table, my legs either side of his allowing him to gently guide his cock to my ass, the oil making the contact almost painless as he began to press inside. I felt myself stretch to accommodate him, my muscles relaxing under the gentle pressure of his hands and for the first time, receiving a cock didn't hurt, somehow the effects of the tantric massage making me more relaxed than I had ever been.
The feeling of him filling me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was as if the very essence of the orchard was flowing into me, a connection that was both primal and spiritual. I could feel the apples around us, their energy pulsing through Tim and into my body, a symphony of life that resonated in every cell as he pushed further and deeper into me until I had absorbed all ten inches of his fabulous cock.
As he began to move, I gripped the edges of the table, my knuckles white with the effort of holding on. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, building upon the earlier orgasms until I was lost in a sea of sensation. The table creaked beneath us, the carved legs seeming to come to life with every movement.
Tim's hand found my cock, his grip firm as he began to stroke me in time with his thrusts. "Look at me," he growled, his eyes boring into mine. "I want to watch you come apart for me."
I couldn't resist the command in his voice. I looked up, meeting his gaze as he claimed me, as the orchard itself seemed to watch over us. The world outside the orchard, with its mundane problems and worries, faded away, leaving only the two of us and the power of nature that surrounded us.
Tim had the energy and experience as he kept thrusting and pounding me. The apple seed oil providing the lubrication for his ministrations. The orgasm that followed was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was as if the earth itself was shaking, the very air vibrating with the intensity of our pleasure as Tim emptied himself into me. I could help myself as I came again, my body spasming with a renewed force and arousal.
Tim kept pumping me full of his seed as I shot more cum into my stomach and chest. I was in heaven and this man was providing a sexual miracle I never knew I could experience as we stood there, panting and entwined, as the last rays of light disappeared, leaving us in the cool embrace of the orchard night. He kissed me more as he remained inside me, smiling as he said, "I haven't finished yet," as he resumed making love to me, his tantric masterhood taking over.
He was slower this time, his strokes long and deep, filling me with a sense of warmth and belonging that I had never felt before. The oil had created a slick barrier that allowed for an easy entry, each thrust sending shock waves through my body. His hands roamed my back, tracing the contours of my muscles as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, his breath hot and urgent.
As he moved within me, I could feel my body responding, my muscles tightening and releasing around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust. He was a maestro, conducting an orchestra of pleasure, and I was his instrument, eager to play any tune he desired. His eyes bore into me, his love and lust a tangible force that held me captive.
My climax built slowly, like the crescendo of a symphony, each note of pleasure adding to the crescendo until I was on the edge once more. Tim's hands gripped my hips, his movements becoming more urgent, his breathing ragged as he approached his peak.
He pulled out of me, his cock glistening with our combined fluids. He turned me around and bent me over the table, the wood supporting my stomach as he pushed back in, the new angle making me feel even more exposed and vulnerable. He was relentless, his strokes hard and fast, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
I could feel him swelling inside me, his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded into me, and I knew he was close. "Cum inside me," I begged, the words coming from a place deep within me that I didn't even know existed. "I want to feel all of you."
With a roar, Tim did as I asked, his cock pulsing as he filled me with cum. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent me spiralling over the edge once more. I came again, my body shaking with the intensity of it, my ass clenching around him as I milked every last drop from his cock.
We collapsed onto the table, our bodies slick with sweat and oil, our hearts racing in time with the beating of the orchard's pulse. The apples watched us, silent witnesses to our union, their energy mingling with ours.
Panting and spent, Tim rested on my back as I remained bent over the table. "You are truly part of this orchard now, Steve. It's energy flows through you, and you through it," he whispered.
I nodded, unable to speak, my body still singing with the aftermath of our lovemaking. The orchard had become more than just a job, it was now a place of transformation, a place where I had discovered a part of myself, I had never known existed.
Leaning over me, his hand stroking my hair as he kissed me gently. "Rest now," he murmured. "Tomorrow, we'll explore more of what this orchard has to offer," as he pulled out of me.
With renewed strength, he picked me up and lay me on the table and the sexual emotion and fatigue overwhelmed me to the point that I fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, my spirit forever bound to this sacred place of passion and growth, protected by the ancient apple trees that gave me warmth and love and I assume, Tim walked away leaving me for a night of dreams and magic.
