Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2020 23:22:16 +0200
From: Chris Matthew <Manfred1960@mail.com>
Subject: His Submissive Lover

I Become His Submissive Lover

I can't seem to stop looking up at this older man across the room. He is
taller than me, about 6'1", slender, a full head of gray hair, handsome. He
looked like he was in his early to mid 70's. He's seen me looking, and I
think he might be interested. I hope so.

I am 5'9", about 160, late 50's. In "real life," I am a masculine sort, a
business man with my own company, with a dozen or so employees, now
divorced but with a number of girlfriends. But no one knows about my
long-held, deep secret fantasies and desires though: to be taken by a
dominant man, made his lover, his submissive.

I've only had a few male lovers in my life, and no one for a few
years. None of the prior ones was dominant, however, instead just married
guys who wanted something on the side with another man. While I enjoyed the
sex, mostly, it did not meet that need that increasingly occupied my mind,
and none were older men, who are the main object of my desire. I want, and
need, to be submissive, preferably to an older lover.

I go over to the bar to fix a drink for myself, having disengaged from a
boring conversation with a straight couple who wanted to talk about their
dogs. I am not an animal person, and could not wait to break it
off. Fortunately, one of their friends joined, and I was able to move away.

With my back to the room, I heard someone say, "Make one of those for me,
too." I turned, and there he was, just a few feet from me, looking me in
the eyes, and giving me a (knowing?) smile. He reached over and took the
drink I had prepared for myself. I was taken aback a bit, nervous at the
thought of actually meeting this man I had fantasized about throughout the
evening, and stood frozen. "Make yourself one now," he said. I turned and
did so, and turned back to him. He raised his glass, clinked mine, and told
me his name is Michael. "And you are?" he asked. "Fred," I told him. "Nice
to meet you, Fred. What brought you here?"

"I know the owners, we're neighbors."

"They are old friends of mine too," said Michael. He took a sip of his
drink. "You'd make a good bartender," he said, "This is an excellent
drink." He took a larger drink.

"Thanks. Martinis are sort of my specialty."

We talked for a few moments. And then he said, "I saw you looking at me
earlier." I blushed, looking down and away. "Don't do that," he said,
lifting my chin with his fingers so that I was looking at him. He leaned
towards me a little, so that we were not more than a foot or so
apart. "You're an attractive man, and I think I know what you want."
Looking up at him, I realized then that I would do whatever he asked of me,
so I said, meekly, "Yes." "Then let's get out of here," he said, and moved
to the door. I watched him, and then followed.

"My car is right over here; get in." I did as he asked, sitting next to
him. He started the car, looked at me and put his hand on my leg. "We are
going to have some fun tonight." I looked at him with a weak smile, nodding
my head. He drove off, went a few miles to the other side of town, and
pulled into a driveway of a large, two story house. It was obviously
expensive, but in an understated, almost elegant manner. I was
impressed. Getting out the car, he walked into his house and gestured for
me to follow. I, of course, on the verge of fulfilling my desires, obeyed.

Once inside, he told me to go up the stairs, to the last room on
right. "I'll be up to join you."

I did as he asked, and entered what was his master bedroom, a large room,
with a king size bed. I have to admit I was very nervous, but quite
excited, and had a large erection in my pants. Soon, I could hear him
climbing the stairs, walking down the hallway, and my excitement
grew. Walking into the room, he came directly over to me, took my face in
his hands, and kissed me. He tongue pushed my lips aside and darted into my
mouth. I could hardly breath, and stood there limply, overwhelmed by his
desire and manliness. Stepping back, he told me to undress, while he
watched. I unbuttoned my shirt, removed it, and then undid my belt. He
moved closer, looking me in the eyes, and told me that he expected me to
obey him. "You understand that, don't you?" Again, I was almost speechless,
and could only softly reply, "Yes."

"Good," he said, and unbuttoned my trousers, slowly lowering the zipper and
pushing them to the floor. My underwear showed a large wet spot, precum,
and he gently ran his fingers over it, smiling. He then put his fingers on
my lips, and told me to suck them. I opened my mouth, took them in, and
tasted my precum. He moved his fingers in and out, almost fucking my mouth,
and chuckled a bit. "You will make a good sub for me tonight," he said.

Removing his fingers, he hooked his thumbs in the waist band of my
underwear and quickly pushed them down my legs. I stepped out them, and
stood naked in front of him, my erection pointing right at him. He took
hold of it, and began to stroke it, forcefully. I gasped at his touch, and
moaned lightly. He seemed pleased by that, but soon withdrew his hand, and
told me to lick his hand clean of the stickiness I had left there. I
obeyed, of course, more turned on then ever.

"You may now undress me," he told me. I removed his shirt, and he pulled my
head to his chest. "Lick my nipples." I moved towards his left breast, and
my tongue bathed it, feeling his nipple stiffen in my mouth. "Now, the
other." I obeyed, licking and nibbling, again feeling its hardness grow,
until he pushed me down on my knees. Holding the back of my head with one
hand, he unzipped his pants with the other. My face was within inches of
his cock, and he told me to lick it through his underwear. Glad to do his
bidding, I moved closer, and my tongue traced the outline of his penis,
tasting him for the first time, and loving that I was pleasuring this
strong, handsome man. Still holding my head, he pushed his underwear down,
releasing his cock, and stepped out of them so that he was naked as well. I
admired his erection, about seven inches, cut, and about medium
thickness. It was just as I had fantasized, and I was ready to do whatever
he wanted of me.

"You want my cock, don't you, cocksucker?"  I nodded yes, and he told me to
open my mouth. Pulling my head towards it, he pushed his large cock into my
mouth, almost choking me. Soon, however, I was used to his size and and was
able to control my breathing. Now both of his hand held my head still, and
he moved back and forth, fucking my mouth. I could feel him getting more
and more excited, and his cock swelled. "Caress my balls, cocksucker," he
commanded. My hand held his sack, and shortly I could feel his testicles
rise, and I knew he was close to cumming. Pushing his cock fully into my
mouth, I heard him say "Oh yes, yes, yes," and felt his warm, sticky cum
fill me. I was in heaven, and my mouth was full. I looked up at him, and he
said, "You may swallow, my little sub." Again, I obeyed, his load sliding
down my throat, my reward complete.

"You will spend the night with me," he told me. "Take a shower, and get in
bed. Make sure you clean yourself too." I walked to the bathroom, and saw
that he had laid out a towel and materials to douche myself. That aroused
me greatly too, and I hoped he would want to take my virgin behind later. I
did as he told me, and went back to the bedroom. He awaited me in bed, and
gestured for me to join him. I slid in next to him, his arm around me. He
pulled me close, so that my head rested on his chest, and slowly stroked my
arm. "You were good tonight, very obedient. I want you to stay with me, as
I need a compliant lover. Would you like that?" I mumbled "Mmm hmm," and
nodded, my eyes closed, and in his embrace I fell asleep.

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