Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2018 18:58:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Simon Wright <simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: SUNBATHING - PART 10

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SUNBATHING PART 10

We went up to the bar.  Jack asked, `What would you like to drink?'  I
asked for a long cold beer to quench the raging thirst I was suffering
from, and also to erase the taste of urine and sperm in my mouth.  In only
a few moments, my beer appeared and only a few moments later it was gone.
Jack smiled and ordered me another.  And that one I was able to savour now
that my mouth was a lot fresher.

Jack wrapped his arms around me in what I could only interpret as a tender
embrace.  His smile, I noticed, had a quiet serenity about it.

He asked, `What would you like to do when you've finished that beer?'

`I don't know.  What else is there to do here?  And I thought you had
everything planned for tonight.  That my wishes had very little to do with
it.'

`Well, you're right,' he explained.  `I did have plans to keep you occupied
and aroused until the small hours, but in the last few hours I think the
chemistry between us has changed.  You feel it too, don't you?'

`Yes,' I admitted, letting a quiet smile appear on my lips and leaning
closer into Jack's arms.

`I'll tell you what I had planned for you for the rest of tonight.  We can
still do that, if you like, or whatever you would like.  You can decide.  I
am not sure that I want to continue abusing you.  I have thought at times
today that I was maybe going too far.  It was only your semi-permanent
erection that persuaded me to push you further.'

I relaxed into his arms.  My smile became broader.  `Tell me what your
plans were for the rest of tonight.'

`OK.  Through that door is a room fitted out as a dungeon.  You were to
spend some time on the St Andrew's cross, immobilised with straps along
your arms and legs.  I would have used nipple clamps, possibly attaching
weights to the chain.  I think I would also have enjoyed running a pinwheel
over your chest, sides and especially your balls.  I think the pain and
pleasure you would experience would have driven you to orgasm once again,
and an extra turn on for you would be the audience which I am sure would
follow us in.  I think I am getting to understand your deep need to be
exposed, vulnerable and helpless.  After your orgasm, I intended to torture
you by continuing to stimulate your genitals and forcing you through the
post-orgasm need you feel to leave your cock alone.  I would force you to
another climax, against your will and desire – even against what you
think your tender cock is capable of.  I intended to save the best until
last.  I'd release you from the cross and strap you to the fuck bench.
Then I would lube you, loosen you with my fingers and enter you.  You would
feel my cock grind within your chute until I bred you with my seed.  The
decision is yours.  What shall we do?'

It didn't take me long to decide.  My reply was: `Jack, I would really love
to experience all the things you have planned and which we haven't done.
You read my desires and needs so well, probably more accurately that I do
myself, certainly better that I would ever willingly admit to anyone apart
from you.  But can we do that another time?  I would like, no, I deeply
desire, to go home with you now.  You are right, the chemistry between us
has changed.  I think we no longer want to play, but we want to explore
each other physically and emotionally in private for a while.'

`Agreed.  You are 100% right.'

He quickly retrieved my clothing – if you can call shorts and boots
`clothing'!  I stayed at the bar while he went to speak to the guy on
reception.  He came back carrying a spare coat that he had borrowed for me.

`A taxi will be here in a few minutes,' he said.  `Before we go, I must
explain to the twins what is happening.  I suspect they'll be here until
the place closes.'  He winked, smiling at the thought of what they might
get up to.

Once back with me, he once again embraced and kissed me, long and tenderly.
I felt myself relax and effectively surrender.  Even through the coat I was
wearing, I could feel the contours of his body with my chest, arms and even
thighs.  Breaking our hug, he walked me arm in arm to the entrance and
within minutes we were in a cab.  As we sped through the now-empty streets
to my house, Jack returned me my keys.  On arrival, I quickly opened the
door while Jack paid the cabbie.

Once the door was closed, I threw off my loan coat and launched myself into
his arms.  He eventually managed to disentangle himself from my grasp and
we both removed the remains of our clothing.  Naked I went to the kitchen
and fetched a couple of beers.  Then we sat in the sitting room and talked.
We discussed everything – our lives so far, what we hoped for the
future, homelife, work.  Over the next few hours we were able to deepen our
relationship, so that it developed from one based on lust and sexual
gratification to what I think the word `love' was intended to describe.

I could see the sky turning light through the curtains when I said that we
really ought to go to bed.  We quickly showered together (I am so glad that
I had had the foresight to have a shower installed that was big enough for
two!)

When we got into bed, we were both aroused again, but now we indulged in
tender, sensual mutual exploration.  Lips, fingertips, mouths were our main
means of communication.  We kissed deeply and slowly.  We discovered each
other's erogenous zones.  He discovered that I am ticklish and that is a
power he can wield over me for ever.

At peace, we fell asleep entangled in each other's arms.

At some point, I awoke to feel Jack spooning me.  I was aware of his
engorged cock lying between my buttocks.  I pushed back to meet him.  `Are
you alright with this?' he asked.

`It would make this weekend perfect.'

He grabbed some lube from somewhere.  I certainly didn't have any.  He
applied it generously to my hole and his dick.  I felt pressure, strong but
gentle, against the sphincter.  Gradually, millimetre by millimetre, the
pressure increased and my muscles yielded.  Slowly Jack entered me and
stayed there without moving, allowing me to adjust to the intrusion.  For
me, it felt good, natural, fulfilling.

He brought his arm round and brushed my chest.  As he started slow
movements in and out of my arse, his hand moved lower, teasing my abdomen,
my thighs and finally grasping and stroking my erection.  Waves of pleasure
from front and back flowed over me.  I was totally relaxed, giving myself
to the man I now thought of as the man I loved.

Gently, tenderly he took complete control of me.  For over twenty four
hours he had controlled me physically.  In the last few hours he had
established his emotional control.  And now he was using physical means to
take control of my very essence.  This was totally different from how he
had previously exerted his physical dominance.  It was gentle, caring and
loving but it served to establish my complete surrender to him.

It was almost a spiritual experience when we at last came.  I was vaguely
aware that Jack's thrusts into me were becoming faster and more violent,
that his stroking of my shaft was becoming more intense.  Then he whispered
`Now,' in my ear and we both came simultaneously.

Bliss overwhelmed me.  That was combined with the physical, mental and
emotional exhaustion I felt from the day's activities.  I relaxed into a
deep sleep.

Some hours later I awoke and panicked.  I was alone.  Jack wasn't there.
Had he left?  Was he playing cruel mind games?

I sat up in my lonely bed and reality dawned.  There was the smell of
coffee brewing and bread being toasted.  I rushed downstairs and there he
was in the kitchen.

He smiled that smile again and now I read into it worry, concern, care.  `I
hope you don't mind me rummaging round in your kitchen.  I was going to
bring you breakfast in bed.'

All I could do was smile a really goofy smile while I stammered, `Of course
I don't mind.  It could be your kitchen if you wanted.'  What a stupid and
clumsy way of asking a guy to move in with you!

I will cover the rest of Sunday very briefly.  We ate our breakfast.  We
sat theoretically watching TV, but really cuddling, kissing, fondling.  We
made love – long, slow, languorous love.  I don't think we bothered to
get dressed.  I expect we had dinner – I really don't remember.

The time passed slowly, slowly – but much too quickly.  At about ten,
Jack said, `I must go now.  I must get my things ready for work tomorrow.'
My whole world seemed to shatter around me.

Jack held me close in a reassuring embrace.  `We don't all have the luxury
of three-day weekends.  If it's alright with you, I'll be back tomorrow
evening.'

`Of course it's alright.  I want you here always.'

`Really?'  He sounded genuinely surprised.

`I want you,' I said.  `I need you.'

It took some time to persuade him, but he eventually agreed to move in on a
trial basis.  In fact he gave me a key to his flat and told me that the
following day I should collect whatever I thought he would need for living
with me.

He smiled as he went out through my door and said, `If I have to work
tomorrow, I think you should make yourself useful and not spend the day
dossing around here.  So moving my things here would be a good thing to
do.'

And that's how I spent Monday – the first day of the rest of my life
– OUR life.

THE END

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