Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2023 15:26:25 -0400
From: AC <hryjknyk@gmail.com>
Subject: He Always Has a Plan - Part 6

He Always Has a Plan - Part 6 - Gay Authoritarian, Urination


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This is part 6 of many of this story.

This series is mostly fictional based on real life events. It will depict
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I wake up confused with a slight headache, buried in soft pillows and a
fluffy duvet.

The sun is streaming through giant windows, filling the big unfamiliar
room as my night comes back to me. I reach across the giant bed but He is
not there. Enjoying the soft fabric against my naked body I reply the
hottest night of my life. The last thing I remember was falling asleep on
His warm furry chest with His big arms wrapped around me.

I'm lazily stroking my morning wood when I hear a light knocking on the
door across the room. Before I can respond, the man who opened the door
for us on our arrival last night enters with a warm smile. I scramble to
sit up, feeling exposed even though I pulled the pillowy thick duvet back
over my naked body.  Wow, this guy is handsome, too.

"Breakfast and coffee will be served on the back deck, your presence is
required."

My eager smile betrays my desire to play it cool.

"Ok," I reply in my dry, sleepy voice.

Wait... did he say requested or required?

And, shit! The only clothes I had with me were practically ripped to
shreds and left in a pile outside last night.

"There is a robe and toothbrush in the bathroom waiting for you."

"Thank you," I say with relief.

With a nod and a wink, he turns to leave. Just as he makes it through the
doorway a question pops into my mind.

"Do you know where my phone is?"

Whether he heard me or not, he didn't answer. He was gone and had left
the door wide open.

I should probably check in with my friends. Amanda and Billy knew where I
was, that is if they remembered. I'm sure they filled in my other
friends too when they made it home, all conspiring and joking about me
taking off with a sexy stranger.

As fun of a night as last night was and as much as I wanted the fantasy
to continue, I knew I had plans today with my crew. I resolved to have a
quick breakfast with him, ask to borrow some clothes, and then call an
Uber as I tossed the covers from my naked body. I wonder if my friends
were awake yet and aware I had not returned when I realize I don't even
know what time it is.

I stretch, looking around the enormous, sun-filled room for a clock that
doesn't seem to exist, and get a whiff of his natural scent mixed with
mine. Figuring I should probably get to the breakfast I'm either required
or requested at, I climb out of the giant bed and walk across the wide,
open room, past the open door to what I assume is the bathroom.

The bathroom is enormous and filled with bright natural light as well.
The ceiling and back wall are all glass making it feel like the large
shower area was practically outside with the large, lush plants lining
the giant window. The thought of taking a shower enters my mind but
remembering how intoxicating His musky masculine scent was it seemed like
something I should ask permission for for some reason.

I let my eyes wander around the luxurious bathroom as I look for the
aforementioned toothbrush until I see one next to one of the two sinks in
front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Everything about the way his home is
decorated is sophisticated, simple, and somehow incredibly sexy.

There is a fresh white jock strap, a clean replica of the one he wore
last night, and a white robe neatly folded under the toothbrush and tube
of toothpaste. I couldn't help but wonder whether He had put this here
for me or had the stud whom I would assume to be His houseboy? or butler?
do it. I brushed my teeth, staring at my naked body in the mirror. My
eyes, slowly become alert as the sleepy haze dissipates. I realize I
don't feel hungover and assume it must be pretty late in the morning if
I feel so refreshed after all the drinking and the late night of hot,
intense passion with Him.

I want to snoop around His things, I'm so curious about the man I slept
with last night. Hell, I don't think I even knew His name, but something
inside me knew not to go searching.

I rinse my mouth and place the toothbrush on the marble counter next to
the toothpaste. I pick up and look at the jockstrap. I'm not unfamiliar
with the skimpy underwear but the way my eyes inspected it with curiosity
you'd think I had never seen one before, let alone have a collection of
my own at home. I take a quick sniff of the bright white pouch, unsure
why or what I thought my nose would find. It brought back a flashback to
last night when He forced me to inhale His strong, intoxicated, addictive
masculine scent from His stained pouch and I could feel my dick start to
rise.

I slid the jockstrap up over my legs and up, taking a second to check
myself out in it while I adjusted the straps around my big bubble and
arranged my package so it looked prominent.

I grab the robe and slip it around my shoulders. It is short and just
covers my ass by an inch or so. I cross one side over the other in the
front and look for the tie. There isn't one, it's not on the counter
either. Feeling bold I decide to leave it and exit the room with the soft
white cotton billowing at my sides.

The hallway is open and overlooks the first floor, allowing me to take in
the enormity of his house in the daylight filling the expansive square
footage. I make my way down the stairs and see His tan legs and big feet
resting just outside the large open doors off of the living room.
Suddenly intimidated I cross the robe over my torso and hold it closed as
I step through the doorway.

He is sitting at a table looking just as sexy as I could remember, maybe
even sexier as He casually reads the newspaper. I knew He was hot but
I'd be lying if I wasn't a little nervous that I may have had "beer
goggles" on after all the cocktails I consumed.

I feel like I'm in a dream, it all seems too good to be true.

I step out on the deck and approach Him when He looks up at me. Even
though I can't see His eyes through His reflective sunglasses, I can
feel them burning a hole in me. His tan, muscular body is glistening in
the morning sun, fully exposed except for a wet pair of short shorts,
straining to contain His full bulge and thick muscular legs. He holds up
a finger and waves it left to right, signaling for me to let go of the
robe and let it hang open.  I subconsciously lick my lips as I approach
Him slowly letting the robe fall open. I am all of a sudden nervous but
also have an overwhelming desire to get on my knees and crawl toward Him
until my face is nestled in His wet crotch.

I approach the empty chair across from Him and for some reason hesitate,
like I should wait for permission to sit.

He gives me a sly smile, like He can read my mind, and simply cocks an
eyebrow expectantly.

It is warm out but I'm glad I have the robe as I feel a gentle cool
breeze sitting in the shade. It sounds crazy but there was something
about the scenario that felt like He knew this exact moment would happen
and knew to prepare me for it.

Did He angle my chair in the shade too because I didn't have sunglasses
too?

My mind was full of questions in this unfamiliar place and experience.

"Did you go for a swim?" I ask.

It's a stupid question, obviously, He did, He's dripping wet, but it
was the only thing I could think to say to fill the awkward silence.

"No, a run."

"Wow," was all I could reply.

Oh shit, that was all sweat?! Holy fuck, quite a workout.

"What time is it?"  I ask Him out of curiosity over concern.

I feel calm for being at a stranger's house, on vacation, with no clothes
or any clue as to where my phone is. Or where I am, for that matter.

"8 am"

"Oh," I say with surprise and relief.

There is no way my friends were up yet so I had plenty of time to figure
out how to get back to them.

A different young man walks out with a large tray, filled with various
pastries, sliced fruits, and beverages. I watch as the unfamiliar man,
younger than me, blond and filling out his uniform the way an Olympic
gymnast would, sets out our presumable breakfast as his muscles bulged
under a crisp polo.

"Thank you, Chad," He says softly, not looking away from watching me
watch the set up in front of us.

Of course, this guy looked like the definition of a Chad. How many hot
men worked here? Did He sleep with them? Chad and Gabriel were opposites
in their overall looks and features but both were hot enough to be
models.

Our server places one final item on the table at my place setting before
turning to leave. A tall champagne flute filled with bubbling orange
liquid. It was as if He knew my hangover would catch up to me just at
that moment.

"Hair of the dog," He says lifting his own glass to clink against mine.

I smile sheepishly and take a sip of the best fucking mimosa I have ever
had.

We ate in silence which was surprisingly comfortable given the
circumstances. My eyes focused on Him mainly but would wander around the
incredible surroundings. This was all so new to me but something inside
felt a belonging.

With two mimosas, a delicious iced latte, a flakey croissant, and a plate
of fresh fruit I feel fully awake. His large warm foot had been resting
on mine under the table, keeping us connected while we ate, and gave me
confidence in His desire for me.

"Come here," He says after wiping the corners of His soft lips and
placing the linen napkin on the table.

I stand up quickly, excited to get closer to Him as I straddle His lap on
the sunny side of the table.

"You said you wanted to be mine last night, didn't you Aden?" He asks
as He slips the thin robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the deck
behind me.

I couldn't say for sure, honestly, but if I hadn't then I definitely
was willing to now.

"Yes"

He leans in and kisses me softly as His hands explore my back and the
waistband and leg straps of the jock He had me wear while mine roam
across His broad, hot chest covered in matted-down damp fur.

"Are you sure?" He asks as His finger now tracing my crack and teases
my hole, reminding me of last night by the pool.

"Yes, sir," I reply as I feel chills running down my spine.

I was ready to agree to anything at this point. I just wanted Him inside
me more than I ever wanted anything. I hadn't even really enjoyed being
fucked before but I was craving feeling his massive rod splitting me open
right then and there.

"To be mine means dedication and certain rules need to be followed."

This was so hot I couldn't even pretend not to play along with the 50
Shades-type scenario unfolding. I don't know how to respond, I just lean
in and give Him another kiss, hoping He understands my intentions. He
returns it and our lips grow aggressively passionate against one
another's.

We continue to make out, my bare ass cheeks held in a firm grip in each
of His large strong hands, spreading them so His cock rubs up and down my
furry trench through His sweat-soaked shorts.

His lips leave mine and latch onto my neck. My eyes shoot open, hearing
footsteps approach, and look up to see Gabriel again, placing a glass
bottle on the table. He forces two fingers in my mouth and I obediently
suck on them, my eyes just watching as His employee delivers whatever
that bottle is. I can tell Gabriel wants to stay and watch but dutifully
retreats back through the large open glass door.  His fingers now wet
with my spit, slip from my lips and find their way behind me. He rubs
them gently against my hole before He presses one back inside me as His
lips come back to mine.

Feeling bold and turned on in a way I had never been, it was my turn to
slip from our kiss and make my way down his neck, licking up his salty,
fresh sweat and breathing in His musky, ripe scent. He lifts his arm and
I instinctively trace my tongue over His shoulder and swollen bicep down
to His furry damp pit, savoring his heady, strong odor while He slides a
second finger inside me.

Moaning, I continue my tongue bath over to His perky dark nipple and
swirl my tongue around it, feeling His wet chest hair tickling my face as
my cock drips steadily from the internal milking from His fingers.

I can hear Him moaning softly, enjoying the attention on His hardened
nipple. He slips them from me and I feel empty, hungry for him to fill me
up as His hand gently presses my shoulder down.

I let my legs find the wooden boards below me as my face glides down His
slick torso until it rubs against the thin, wet fabric hiding His uncut
monster. I suck and lick at the rigidness through his shorts, feeling His
hands holding me firmly, forcing me to breathe in the addictive,
masculine, briny smells of His crotch.

I use my teeth to pull the flimsy wet material up and over and am
rewarded for my efforts with the discovery His jock is back on
underneath. It had to be the same one from last night but the blend of
aromas from the build-up of sweat, cum, and piss is more intense. It is
turning me on so much, I can't get enough. I had always enjoyed the
natural scent of a masculine man, but this is causing a new feeling of
arousal and desire. A hunger I had never felt.

"Pull it out," He whispers.

I obediently reach up to His stretched, stained, worn pouch and pull it
over His giant package, freeing it from the confines of His jock. I
can't help but lick and sniff the length of his shaft laying against His
thigh before taking the head into my mouth. I slip my tongue into His
foreskin, swirling between it and His ridge, savoring the taste of the
sensitive skin and accumulating precum.

"Good boy, Aden."

His deep voice sends shivers down my spine as I work Him deeper down my
throat.

Our eyes are locked as my throat expands around His thick meat, slowly
sliding down further and further. There was a moment of hesitation as I
tried not to gag around His girth filling my throat, remembering the
staff inside. He continues to guide me, encouraging me and I allow the
excitement of being watched to make me work harder, wanting to impress
not only Him but whoever might be spying on us. I want to prove myself as
worthy of servicing this god-like adonis.

His hand is tenderly stroking my hair as He lets me work His delicious
dick with my mouth and throat at my own pace.

"I'm so glad I found such a sexy boy to be mine," He whispers,
encouraging me, making me swell with pride.

His grip tightens in my hair and pulls me off His spit-soaked shaft,
leaning down and spitting in my mouth then guiding me back towards His
crotch, forcing me lower. I am grateful for the new position, allowing me
to lick and suck His big furry sweaty nuts. He looks so sexy sitting
back, watching me through His reflective lenses.

"You are all mine, aren't you Aden?"

I can only moan in agreement with one of His salty balls filling my
mouth, admiring how slutty I look in the reflection above me.

"You love submitting to me, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I say catching my breath before sucking His other egg sized
testy into my mouth.

And it is true, I had never been so turned on by a man or felt a desire
to submit before, but it felt right. I could sense He wanted me to give
myself to him as much as I wanted Him to take ownership over me and that
made me willing in any way He wanted.

He stands up but I don't allow him to slip from my mouth. He is lightly
slapping my forehead with His thick meat as I savor every drop of sweat
from His sack.

He moves His hips back, pulling out of my hungry mouth. I keep my eyes
up, locked on His face but sense Him sliding His shorts and jock down as
He spits down at me. It splatters my lips and tongue and I eagerly lick
up whatever didn't land inside my open mouth and swallow. With a smile,
He leans forward swiftly and kisses me passionately as His clothes slip
down His powerful tan legs to the deck with a wet plop.

He forces me back and is kneeling between my legs, not breaking our kiss.
My dick is straining in the tight white pouch of the jock He had me wear
as His hands grab under my thighs. He pushes them back towards me and His
mouth parts from mine as my hips go higher and my legs are almost behind
my head. He returns His lips to me but this time against my hole. His
thick, strong tongue forced entry into my tight muscled ring.

"Oh my god!" I gasp, feeling Him swirl around inside of me.

He is an expert. I have never felt such pleasure from being rimmed before
and I couldn't help but clench my hole around His wet tongue as it
fucked in and out of me. I could see the wet spot grow bigger in the
pouch hovering over my face.

All too soon I feel His velvety tongue slip from my hungry entrance.
Running it over my crotch and torso up toward my lips as my hips lower
into His lap and my legs wrap around His waist.

I know what's coming next and my excitement and desire are overpowering
my fear of His monstrous size. I know He will split me in half but I
trust Him to do so and want desperately to feel Him inside my depths.

He breaks our kiss, holding my head close to His, my lust glazed eyes
open and finally meet His. He had removed His sunglasses at some point
and His intense gaze is touching deep in my soul. I feel His fingers at
my spit-softened hole, rubbing a cool, thick, slippery gel at my opening.
I am silently grateful to Gabriel for bringing out what I now know is
lube. His fingers expertly massage and tease my ring, relaxing it,
getting it slick and ready for entry.

"Please Sir," I whisper, feeling two of His thick fingers slide back
inside me, twisting around to loosen me up as they graze my prostate.

"Please what, Aden?"

"Please, I want to feel you in me, Sir," I moan.

I wanted to say `Please fuck my brains out, Sir!' but it felt too crass
for the intense passion of the moment.

He kisses me again and I feel a third finger inside me, making me groan
into His mouth.

Our tongues are battling when His fingers slip from me, my pink ring
feeling empty for only a brief second before His wide head presses
against my hungry entrance.

"Are you sure you want this Aden? That you want me Aden? That you want
to be mind?"

I did, I do. I had no idea all that I was agreeing to at this moment but
I had never wanted anything more.

"Yes," I say decisively as I can through the waves of pleasure.

I can feel His lips smiling against mine as the tip of His head enters me
slowly. He steadily pushes into me and I can feel my hole stretching as
He slides deeper, forcing my inner, second ring to accept Him.

"Oh fuck" I moan in a breathy passion, sucking in air at the
short-lived sharpness inside me.

There is only mild discomfort as the intrusion continues. I feel safe in
His grip. His thick shaft slid against my prostate, making me drip
uncontrollably into the straining jockstrap. It feels like forever before
I feel His thick bush finally pressing against my ass.

I can't help but smile with pride knowing I have taken the entirety of
Him inside me. His enormous rod is the largest thing that has ever been
inside me yet it was the easiest to welcome. He holds still for a second,
allowing me to adjust. I feel full as the discomfort melts away and is
replaced by an intense pleasure I have never felt. I clench and release
my stretched muscles around Him as my body accommodates His girth, making
Him moan in delight. For not bottoming often I feel my instincts kick in
and work, flex, and pulse to milk His shaft.

Slowly He starts pulling back before easing back into me, only an inch or
two of His length leaving me at first. He is forceful and gentle at the
same time. His wet skin is hot, His weight pressing heavily against my
chest as our lips stay locked.

I'm overwhelmed with pleasure as He slides in and out of me, penetrating
deep inside me. I arch my hips to allow Him better access and feel my
bulge rubbing against His solid abs. My own sweat is building, mixing
with his causing our slick bodies to slide against one another's in the
warm sun.

He pulls back from my face slightly and stares into my lust-filled eyes.
I can feel beads of sweat dripping down onto me.

"When I breed you, Aden, that means you're mine, it's an official
commitment to me," He says directly with an intimidating yet arousing
intensity.

"Please Sir, I want you to fill me up, breed me. Make me your boy."

"Say it Aden, say you commit."

It is a little scary in the heat of the moment how serious this feels but
everything in my body is desperate for Him. It wasn't fear of what I was
willing to do but how clearly I was willing to admit this as my truth.

"I am all yours, Sir, only yours. I commit to you," I say as clearly as
I can while He continues to rhythmically penetrate me.

And, I'm sure it's just dirty talk, I reason after the words escape my
lips without hesitation. He can't be serious.

Can He?

His lips press firmly against mine again and I can feel Him swell even
thicker inside me, stretching me further. His monster pulses inside me,
sending me over the edge. The physical and emotional feelings overwhelm
my body and I feel my dick spasming, shooting cum forcefully through the
thin, stretched-out pouch. It felt like with every blast of seed that
blasted inside me, my own orgasm matched in time. Every pulse caused me
to contract around Him, milking, sucking His sperm into me as I continued
to shoot my own.

Sounds are escaping my mouth that I have never heard myself make as He
groans loudly against my lips as He continues to fill me, breed me, own
me.

Time had no meaning as the most intense and, what I would soon learn, the
most important orgasm of my life finally subsided and the stars in my
darkened vision dissipated.

He lays down fully on me, His face in my neck as the weight of His
powerful body crushes me under Him and His fingers gently stroke the hair
at my crown.

I clench my used hole around His still-hard base and wrap my arms tightly
around His slick back, not wanting to let Him go as we lay there catching
our breath.

Everything felt exactly right in every possible way.


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