Date: Wed, 18 Aug 1999 21:16:28 EDT
From: DBNY57@aol.com
Subject: Dean and I

Dean and I

My heart raced when I called "Dean" to make an appointment. I'd seen his ad
in the local gay papers and he sounded just right for someone long on
desire and short on experience in leather and S&M.

His ad had said that he would work with newcomers and from my very first
session, he put me at ease.  Here was this handsome stud, opening his door,
clad in leather from head to toe, with a no bullshit attitude.  Yet he
didn't threaten me.

Blond, blue-eyed, six feet tall, Dean had greeted me wearing his biker's
hat, harness, his chaps, and his lycra thong, which held a bulge that I
would soon get to know well. A vision of a stud in leather that I had long
fantasized about was about to become reality for me.

Within five minutes of meeting him, he had me doing the things I had lusted
after for years, but dared not act on. I was naked, wearing a dog collar
and I getting orders to service him.

He had me start by licking his boots. Soon I was on my knees licking his
leather chaps, making my way up to his "favorite place," just below his
balls, which he allowed me to lick and suck, slowly. He shut his eyes and
sighed in pleasure.

Suddenly he was on his feet, back to me.

"Lick my ass," came the order. His tone was firm, not harsh enough to
frighten me. I was loving the way he directing me.

I followed the contour of his thong, licking and caressing his beautiful
ass cheeks with my tongue, burying my face in them, in him.

And then, came the sound of velcro unsnapping. In a second Dean had removed
his thong, and I was suddenly aware of what awaited me when he turned
around, which soon took place.

Right in front of me was his beautiful cock, his balls, his entire crotch,
all shaved down except for a wisp of hair above his balls. It was
beautiful, just the way I like my sex partners. Now I was back to Dean's
"favorite place," this time not blocked by anything. I licked his balls,
which were encased tightly in a harness. And soon I had his thick cock
stuffed in my mouth.

I turned around and began working on his full ass, now unencumbered. I
asked permission to eat him out, one of my biggest fantasies, and when he
said yes, I plunged in, loving the sensation, the thrill of pleasing this
bold and beautiful leatherman.

And all of this was just a warm-up.

He led me into his bedroom, his own little dungeon. He had asked me what I
wanted to do, and I responded that I wanted a good whipping, remembering
how I'd been turned on seeing that in porn photos and S&M videos.  Dean
stepped into a closet, and came back with a cat o' nine.

He told me to hold my hands over my head as he initiated me to the leather
brush strokes. He deftly alternated from light to harsh and then
in-between.

Soon I was led to his bed. Dean was a pro. He quickly shackled me to his
bedposts. He brought out a leather hood, and got busy fastening it on
me. Then, unexpectedly, he put a bottle to my exposed nostril and it had a
familiar scent.

"Ah, I've never gotten anything from this," I said.

"It'd be good for you right now, but you need a deep hit to open your
hole," which he had been fingering.

Two deep hits and my head was swimming, and my butt was open for the plug
Dean then shoved into it.

He pull my cock from under me, stroking it as I moaned in pleasure and
leaving it out, flat side down. From time to time he would caress it
lightly with his whip.

Suddenly the whipping got intense, harder and all over my back, my legs, my
arms. Then when he thought I needed it, Dean shoved the poppers bottle at
my nose, holding one of my nostrils, and telling me to take a deep hit.

More relaxed than ever, I let go, turning everything over to him. Time
didn't matter. I was scared, but trusting in this new world being shown me
by a real expert.

"When you came here tonight," he said grabbing me by my hair, "remember you
were at the end of the hall?"

"Yes," I nodded, shaking but trusting.

"Well, you can scream as loud as you want, because no one can hear you."

And I was liberated to scream as loud as I could...and again I felt immense
freedom.

Dean stepped up the whipping pace, now in sets of ten. He made me count the
number of whips, followed by a "Thank you, sir." If I didn't say thank you,
sir, or if I said it too faintly, the whole process started over.

Every few minutes, he adjusted the butt plug, to my delight.

When he was done whipping, I got some more poppers and then a good
fucking. Dean took pride in pumping hard and fast, almost slapping me with
his thrusts. As I groaned, he unshackled me, turned me over, and jacked me
off into heaven.

With a smile he threw me a towel and said to relax.

A few minutes later Dean was back, dressed in a plain old pair of
gympants. He lied down next to me and sensing by my new hard-on that I was
more turned on than ever, he deep kissed me.
				
"Fun, wasn't it?" he said.

"Oh, man," was all I could say, with a smile.

Finding him irresistible, I reached for him. Stripped of all leather, what
followed was the best vanilla sex I've ever had.

Dean, soon became more than a pay-for-sex buddy. He had expanded my limits
in S&M. He had allowed me to ask for what I had always wanted...and he was
going to give it to me, literally. He soon became my friend and my best
sex-buddy -- just a phone call away.