The Dahran Secret

Ross Wells

Love is one of the games of life. - Dahran proverb

When I opened the door, he greeted me with the smile.

‘Hello, Boss, it is great to see you again.’

Ross Wells was his name and I had met him for the first time almost two years ago when one of the better agencies had sent him around. His light Saxon features were topped with soft brown eyes. An unusual combination, but one which pleased me.

‘May I take a shower, Boss?’

I nodded okay and as he went towards the large bathroom, he shed his clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on one of the armchairs in the room. He walked naked towards the bathroom and shower. My eyes feasted on his beautiful, smooth and well‑toned body. He knew that he did not need a shower and that I was looking at him and I could swear that he wiggled him bum at me as walked across the room. His body was as I remembered it from previous visits – fine shoulders, a neat and tapered waist, tight buttocks. I followed him to the open door of the bathroom and, when he turned around in the shower, looking at me looking at him, he smiled the smile again and stretching like a big cat – his belly muscles enjoying the spray of the shower nozzle.

Ross was a well‑built lad where it mattered in his profession. His uncut cock was thick and long with a small foreskin which retracted without difficulty. He could top or bottom, but for me he was always the latter. Having dried himself off, he did that little hop, skip and a jump of his out of the bathroom and onto the king‑sized bed.

‘Boss, I was hoping that you would be in town again’ was all he said, reaching out to undo my dressing gown.

The first time I had him, in the biblical sense of the word, all of two years back, I had let him know who the Boss was. He had asked me, what I wanted to be called; I replied ‘Boss’. Being a fast learner, he knew that he would be a bottom that evening and ‘Boss’ was what he called me from that time onwards on each occasion on which me met afterwards.

His butthole was immaculate and clean, inside and out, as well as being already lubed as I knew that it would be. Having taken off my dressing gown, he folded it with care and put it over the headboard. He pulled down two pillows and laid his trim hips across them, raised up his backside in the way he knew I like to see his body in all its twenty‑three‑year‑old splendour from that angle.

‘Boss, I am all yours,’ he said.

I am good at two things and one of them is sex. This is no boast. It is something which I have always excelled at, whose techniques I have tried in a consistent manner to improve upon over the years. For over three hours, I made love to him and had him on the edge of climax quite a number of times. He knew better than to come. He whimpered and cried out with the true pleasure of a young man being loved and knowing it. He jumped and twitched as his walnut hard prostate was hit time and time again with the modest, but solid, length of my cock.

My greatest pleasure is in the domination of a lover through the use of each of the erogenous zones of that lover’s own body. While not even half of these are present in everybody to any heightened degree, rare is the body which does not have some twenty or so of these very charged and sensitive sexual spots. It is always just a question of knowing where and when to find them.

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Gerry Taylor

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