Date: Sat, 13 May 2017 20:13:14 -0400
From: "emrys12@excite.com" <emrys12@excite.com>
Subject: Master Stud Next Door Chapter 1

MASTER STUD NEXT DOOR

I stood in the kitchen window watching across the pool deck to the flat
directly opposite from mine. Little did I know what an amazing ride I was
in for, as I took in the visage of this young stud, who would become my
Master and Daddy, as he was in the process of moving into my complex in
Amsterdam.

Golden brown, with the hint of recent sun burn, this chiseled Apollo was
the very essence of unbridled sexual desire. His body was clearly the
product of devotion to working out religiously. His image had my mind
racing. His pecs flexing enticingly under the soft fabric of his tank top.
The veins in his arms popping from moving boxes into his unit. His thighs
solid, displaying their full definition after the many trips from the truck
to his flat.

And unless, I was mistaken, the nylon shorts he was wearing were ever so
subtly highlighting a member of considerable size, which appeared at least
to me anyway, to be slightly erect. Maybe the heat, 88 degrees Fahrenheit,
or maybe it was the friction of the nylon rubbing against his groin. All I
knew was my mouth was watering just thinking of deepthroating this young
man?s cock. Finally, I thought to myself enough voyeurism. I?m going to
bring my trash out and coincidentally run into my new neighbor across the
way. I was chubbed by the time I opened the door to my place to leave.

As I crossed the pool deck and looked up to his floor, I could see he was
still standing near his door. My?our complex is a luxury complex near the
canals. A large central courtyard with tennis courts, sauna, whirlpool and
Olympic sized swimming pool. Stairs lead up from the courtyard to the
different living levels, with each unit?s entrance clearly visible. As I
climbed the steps that led up to meet my Adonis-like neighbor, I suddenly
realized that the best part was that the configuration of the units has my
bedroom window positioned directly opposite his.

It is a moment that I will never forget. He was leaning down to grapple
with some boxes which gave me the opportunity to take in the sight of this
breathtakingly gorgeous young man. He had his back to me as I
approached. His bronzed shoulders and delts flexing as he struggled with
the boxes was what I noticed first. I couldn?t help but check him out from
his stylish kiks, up his smooth, taught calves and thighs and then up to
two heavenly globes of solid muscle nesting in his perhaps one size too
small lycra shorts. His black shorts and top contrasting beautifully with
his amazing tan.

He must have heard me as he stood and slowly turned around. He said what
must have been hello, but my ears were buzzing and my mind was lost in a
lustful haze. His bright smile and sparkling eyes made me melt where I
stood. I was his at that moment.

His extended hand broke me out of my trance. He introduced himself as Paul
but soon would become Master, a transplant to Germany from Russia He was
about 5??8 with sandy blond hair that was highlighted by his obvious time
in the hot summer sun. He was a slim to athletic build with nearly perfect
body symmetry. The more I looked, the more attributes about him at which I
found to marvel. This young god was the epitome of a fucking STUD!

I think he sensed that my chance ?running into him? might have been a
little more, as he gave me a cocky smile when I lingered a bit too long on
that rod in his shorts. Might have been my mind playing tricks on me but I
thought it filled out the front of his shorts a bit more as my eyes were
transfixed by what they were taking in.

As I mentioned, it was hot and the slightest sheen of sweat glistened on
the smooth perfection before me. After helping Master move the remaining
boxes from the walkway, I offered a cold drink at my place. As he had not
stocked up on drinks, or any food for that matter, he said sure and
followed me over. When he walked into my living room, he noticed my rig and
LSD on the table and said ?nice, not sure I like it yet but we?ll have to
smoke and trip some time.? Getting baked with my new hottie friend and
exploring our respective boundaries had my mind racing anew.

I offered soda, but he asked if I had something more of an adult nature. So
I broke out the Cognac. The first for each of us went quickly and Master
loosened up a bit more about halfway through his second drink.  He shared
some of his experiences about different places where he lived and also that
he was into fitness and reading.

At that point, he simply said to me, ?Enough, it?s time to take you and
make you mine bitch boi.? and grabbed my head and leaned in. Seizing
control, I was met with the moist, firm, full lips of this young Russian
God. His mouth opened ever so slowly with his tongue inching its way into
my eagerly receptive mouth. The adrenaline coursing through my veins had me
shivering almost uncontrollably as I experienced the passion of this stud
flowing into me. All else was a blank?just me and him entwined.

His eyes closed, I held my head near his neck looking down his torso and
held it there without making contact. I just slowly and purposefully
exhaled onto his exposed skin, causing goose bumps and an occasional
sensuous shiver.  I could feel the heat emanating off his body. I watched
the rhythmic timing of his breath, his muscled chest rising and falling as
the sexual tension brought a rosy flush to Master?s face. I had to have all
this embodiment of perfection could give. And something told me this young
man would take my mind and body to pleasures never before experienced. And
I hoped to do the same for him.

I rubbed my hand over his heavily muscled back and down to his slightly
exposed glutes. The heat, the firmness, the power of his toned, young body
had me thoroughly immersed in the moment. Nothing else mattered but to
pleasure him. Then suddenly he playfully bit at my lower lip and backed
away. He smiled, looked at me ever so mischievously and said, ?in good time
my son.?

With that, he got up and left. But before he went back to his place he
said, ?You?ll want to go to bed at 11, and leave your door unlocked.?
Before his words could register, he was gone. I sat there stunned at his
words and what had just happened. Was I really just in my place with the
hottest young guy in Amsterdam? What did he mean by his words? And what did
Master have in store for me?

I grabbed something to eat and spent the next few hours reliving what had
transpired earlier that day. I tried not to watch the clock with a degree
of futility as the closer it got to 11 the more my mind ran wild with the
fantasies spawning feverishly within.

Promptly at 11, I went into my room and looked across the way. Having just
moved in, there were no curtains or blinds in Master?s room. The room was
dark and I began to think that the day?s events might be all that would
happen. I was still buzzing with the intensity of what happened. So what a
day!

But as I was about to lay down for the night, the light in Master?s room
came on. He emerged from the en suite bathroom with only a towel around his
waist. I could see his wet hair, his angelic face, his broad tanned
shoulders, his powerfully muscled chest, the ridges of his six pack, his
intoxicating V-lines and a mound under that tightly wrapped towel that had
me hard in an instant.

He must have put on some music, because he began to sway and then dance
around his room, in full view through his window. What a sight?this sexy
stud moving ever so gracefully and displaying a sultriness that well?let?s
say I could feel the wet spot growing in my boxer briefs.

The consummate showman, Master went from sultry to iron forge hot as he
seduced me by seducing himself. He flexed and posed in the oversized mirror
all the units have in the master bedroom. He stood admiring the fruits of
his long hours in the gym. He slowly worked himself into a state of
arousal, all the while dancing. It was hypnotic, irresistible and
inescapable. He had me. He was in control and he was going to show me what
it meant to be his.

As he slowly lowered the towel over his hips, his firm, tanned glutes came
into view. His ass was magnificent with perfectly shaped muscle, hairless
and solid like a skater?s. He ran his hands over this perfection, working
ever so slowly toward his hole. First one finger, then two?soon it was
clear he was fully aroused. When he turned around showing me his fully
engorged cock, I actually lost my breath. His eight inch rod was rock hard
and it looked like pre cum was dripping from its tip. He sat on the bed and
methodically worked over his body with a sensuality I had never seen. He
played with his perfect nipples until they stood erect on his chest. He
worked his cock with the skin of his shaft sliding up over the head again
and again until it spasmed involuntarily to the point where I thought he
would cum.

I was about to shoot myself, but Master inexplicably reached over and
turned off the light in his room. But before he did, he leaned on his side
and looked directly into my window and smiled that intoxicating smile of
his. I sat there speechless, cock in hand thinking my god this kid is
amazing. Little did I know what an understatement that would turn out to
be.

My first thought was that I had to relax, so I went to the living room and
sparked up my rig. I had some OG wax a friend had brought from a California
dispensary that was seriously good shit. A couple of hits brings on a nice
rolling high. It also amplifies sensory perception like nothing I?ve ever
tried before.

With a few hits in, I returned to my bed for a good night?s rest. I had
just begun to fall asleep when I thought I heard my front door open. After
a few seconds, I convinced myself that it had been my imagination. A few
minutes later, I had the unmistakable sense of a presence standing beside
me. Then I heard his words, ?Get down on your knees!? I didn?t argue.

I dropped before my young god of a neighbor and let the tip of his cock
slip into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around the head and played with the
slit as it began to stiffen. Oh the power of this young man?s turgid cock
was almost more than I could bear. Its girth, its length, its shape were in
a word ideal. The weed had taken away all of my inhibitions so
deepthroating was effortless. It also caused every sensation to be
magnified so that I could feel every bit of Master as he slid in and out of
my throat. Then he grabbed the back of my head, he began to skull fuck me
with reckless abandon. Verbalizing assertively, ?Oh yeah!?, ?Take it!?,
?You need my big cock don?t you!?, ?Your throat feels so good!?, ?Daddy?s
going to cum down your throat boi!? The grunts, the moans, the pounding of
my face against his abs as he buried his cock in my head had my mind
swirling. All I wanted in the world was to make Master, my Daddy, feel as
much pleasure as possible.

We went at it for about half an hour before he layed me down on the bed
with my head over the edge. I knew what was about to happen and I thought I
was going to cum at the thought of it. In position, Daddy lined his cock up
with my awaiting mouth. He slid it in with care, with his plump balls
resting on my chin as he did so.

To my surprise he let it rest inside me with just a hint of pumping. I held
and massaged his ass while he rested his hand across my throat. He rubbed
and fondled my throat until I realized that he could feel his cock working
its magic inside. He was stimulating his cock while buried in my
throat. Holy shit! Daddy was going to jerk himself off using my throat. My
mind was going wild in anticipation. Daddy increased the intensity, his
breathing became more labored, his sounds more guttural. Taking short
shallow breaths I was able to keep up somehow. Then I felt his cock go hard
as steel, spasms shot through his rod, his piss slit widened and his cock
head flared, expanding as I could feel the cum rise in him and into my
awaiting gullet.

He grabbed my head and buried himself as deep as he could as his legs began
shaking. I felt volley after volley of warmth hit the sides of my throat. I
instinctively swallowed repeated increasing the intensity of his orgasm. My
Russian God?s knees buckled and he fell forward taking a few seconds to
recover. He told me later that my swallowing as he came made him feel like
his essence was being sucked straight from his balls. I was in heaven.

The wonders of youth, after we lay for a few minutes, I began massaging
Daddy, rubbing my hands over his taut body. As I worked his ass and upper
inner thighs, I could feel his cock getting hard. Playing with his hole had
him at full mast in no time. He asked me, ?Son are you ready to open
another door in sexual pleasure?? I enthusiastically accepted his
challenge. He went to a small bag he had brought with him and pulled out
bungee cords. He told me to lay on my stomach with hands and feet apart. He
then proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the bed. Once that was done he
put a blindfold over my eyes.

He then climbed on top of me and began rubbing my back. To prove I was
adequately restrained Daddy began to playfully tickle me. Satisfied, he
began rubbing his flaccid cock on my ass cheeks. Before long, blood began
flowing into his gorgeous member and I could feel his erection teasing my
hole as he slid up and down my crack. Taking his time he worked his head
into my puckering hole. I could feel him expanding my tight love tunnel so
that he could have his way with me.

As I awaited the impending fucking that was to come, I realized that his
cock felt like skin. OMFG Daddy was going to take me bareback! With that,
his rod slid past my ring causing me to moan loudly. He slowly pumped my
ass until I was ready. He slid all the way in and told me to get ready for
the ride of a lifetime. The next hour and a half were sheer bliss. This
young God was displaying yet another talent. He was the most gifted alpha
dom maestro in bed.

The feeling of his body on mine and the restraints making me completely
subservient to this stud next door was an indescribable experience. Daddy
was deep inside me. We were one, with him sending shivers through my
body. He pumped me with no sign of fatigue with his cock growing harder and
harder. His balls tightened against his body and the sounds emanating from
him were animalistic. He said he was getting close. At that point, I was
hearing unintelligible sounds escaping my own mouth. It was like it wasn?t
even me. My mind was completely and totally focused on the pleasure this
young God was giving me.

Daddy then used his knee to spread my cheeks further apart. I have no
understanding of how such a thing is possible, but my alpha owner was
hammering a spot that had me on fire sexually. Each thrust increased the
tingle under the balls that all men know -- that methodical escalation of
stimulation that starts at the base of the spine. As he worked toward his
climax, I realized that with another few thrusts, Daddy was going to make
me cum.

He pumped me like he was possessed. I had never felt even remotely this
level of sexual intensity and I was completely under his control. His
grunts grew louder as did my moans. He shouted ?Ah here it comes fag boi?
take it bitch!? and proceeded to bury himself deep inside me as he came. I
told him to keep pumping as I was about to cum. He smiled and quickened to
the pace to where I felt like I passed out. But I was very conscious but in
an out of body state. Daddy had made me his toy?made me into mindless,
quivering flesh from intense sexual overload.  In amazement I realized,
Daddy has changed my state of reality forever. How is such a state
possible? And then it happened. Out of nowhere it hit me?. I was suddenly
filled with a crushing and insatiable need to surrender and submit to Him
completely.

His cock sliding freely in the load of cum in my ass put me over the
edge. Hands free I let loose so much cum the bed under me became soaked. I
had never had that experience before, even believing it to be an urban
myth. But holy shit?Daddy had just fucked the cum out of me.

Both sweaty and covered in the night?s activity, we went in to take a
shower. Daddy smacked my ass and said sternly, I want you to lay in the
bottom of the shower. Wanting to please him, I dutifully climbed in. As I
lay there he positioned himself over my face aiming his cock downward. He
let loose a stream of piss that first hit my cheek. I don?t know why, but I
had to have Daddy in every way, so I opened my mouth and he filled it with
his warmth telling me to swallow, which I obediently did.

We then showered, with me washing every inch of his Michelangelo?s David
type physique. Having promised to empty his balls, I proceeded to suck his
reinvigorated cock. To my surprise, he then ordered me down onto the shower
floor and said ?Face down and arch your back boi!  I?m going to fuck you!?

I could still feel the warm, indescribable contentment in my hole from
earlier. My heart rate increased and I swear my hole puckered repeatedly in
anticipation. His head teased my wet hole, before sliding in so that I
could feel his balls hitting my cheeks. Master, my stud neighbor, my DADDY
began to channel some sex god from antiquity. He was hitting a spot that
had my brain struggling to process. At times I felt like I would pass out
from the sheer pleasure I was experiencing. Faster, deeper, harder the
intensity increased exponentially. When I thought I couldn?t take it
anymore, he said he was about to cum. His relentless pace then suddenly
changed. From behind, he arched his back to force his turgid cock as deep
into me as possible. As he did so, it flexed repeatedly as his balls gave
up their last ounce of fluid as he fired his seed into me.

As we rinsed, Daddy held me, kissed me and whispered in my ear. ?You know
you are mine. Your mouth and ass are mine anytime I want.? Spent and
processing my new reality, I just said ?Yes sir. I am yours Daddy.?