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I woke up the following morning alone in my bed in the guest house, a deep sense of peace pervading my body. It took a minute for all of the events of the previous night to fully come back to me. But as specific snapshots of the evening flooded my brain one by one, my already erect cock started to ache uncomfortably. Instinctively, my hands started to slowly work my own shaft, relieving the strain almost immediately. Memories of me bent over the armchair in the living room; the look on Tom’s handsome face as I took his cock in my mouth; the view of myself in the bathroom mirror, on my back, legs in the air with Tom’s dick pumping in and out of me; all flashed through my mind and very soon I was cumming again.
Normally when I jerked off, I would use a tissue to contain the blast and make for an easy and efficient clean up. Now, however, I let my own load spill out over myself, relishing in the feeling of the warm, viscous substance coating the muscles of my chest and abdomen. It made me feel dirty, sexy and a bit slutty. All feelings – I was coming to realize – I highly enjoyed. I continued to lay there for a minute, soaking in the rays of sunlight streaming in from the open windows, chest rising and falling slowly, thinking about Tom and whether he had done the same thing this morning. I suspected not. Unlike me, he had probably been able to exercise a little self-control.
I looked over at the clock. Noon! I had slept in late. It was a good thing that it was a Sunday, because I had completely forgotten to set an alarm when I had returned to my quarters in a fuck-drunk haze the night before.
I rolled out of bed and hopped in the shower, quickly washing the cum off my chest and paying closer and more dutiful attention to the cleanliness of my ass than I ever had before. As I stepped out of the shower and started to dry myself in the mirror, my thoughts drifted to Tom’s cock and specifically the meticulous way his pubes had been trimmed. I had always taken a more functional approach when it came to my own hair maintenance; enough trimming that girls might be more willing to go down on me, but not so much that it looked like I never hit puberty.
The way Tom had trimmed though had made his cock look – there was no other word for it – handsome. The perfect length to still exude masculinity with clean edges that accented the muscle definition of the stomach and legs muscles that surrounded his package. It didn’t look like he obsessed over it, but rather that he had made an effort to make sure it was appealing to me for my first time.
I picked up my clippers and did my best to clean up, paying more attention to the aesthetic than I ever had before. Standing back and considering my work, another new urge came over me. Carefully positioning the clippers and working with extreme care, I started to shave the hair at the base of my balls and around my asshole. I didn’t know if it was what Tom liked, but it made me feel extremely sexy to feel like I was “prepping” myself for him.
As I dressed, I thought about how we had left things. The end of the night with Tom had been slightly awkward, not because of any weird feeling between the two of us, but because I didn’t know exactly how to act after the events that had taken place. Tom had offered to share his bed with me, but I had politely declined; wanting to have some personal time and space to digest the new feelings swarming inside of me.
But now, I was eager to go and see what Tom was up to and if he had any interesting “plans” for the day. However, when I opened the front door with the intention of heading over to the main house, I found a package with note waiting for me there. I picked it up and headed back inside. The note was from Tom.
Didn’t want to wake you, but I ran into town this morning to get you some replacements for the underwear I ruined. Have to head out for the day, but I’m looking forward to seeing you later. Best, Tom
I opened the package and revealed a small assortment of garments. A couple pairs of tight boxer-briefs- similar to the ones that had been trashed; a pair of extremely soft bamboo yoga pants and… a jockstrap. Not quite mentally ready for the jockstrap (though I knew we’d have some fun with that later), I pulled on the new boxers before sliding into the yoga pants. It was the lightest and most comfortable pair of pants I had ever owned. Examining myself in the mirror, I noted that while the legs flowed somewhat loosely, the stretchy material near the waist was tighter and I instantly had the thought that no pants I owned had ever made my ass look this appealing.
Not knowing when Tom might be home, I began to go through what was becoming my regular Sunday routine. Coffee and breakfast on the back porch, a drive into town for some time at the indoor climbing wall, followed by a couple hours of reading and taking in the afternoon sunlight in the lounger, and finally an hour of yoga in the lawn.
Half-way through my regular stretching routine, I glanced back at the main house and saw Tom standing at the window, sipping a coffee and watching me. My heart started to race, how long had he been watching me? He gave a friendly wave and a smile then a gesture that easily conveyed: Hey, don’t stop on account of me.
The thought that he was eyeballing me stretching my legs and ass in the sexy clothes he had bought me – far from turning me off – made that slutty animal inside me come to life once more. I started relishing in lingering on certain poses that I knew would provide him with sexy visuals of my body. Imaging Tom fantasizing about the things he’d like to do to me as I moved through a sun salutation, making sure to keep my ass featured and accentuated as I progressed. It was extremely arousing to be showing myself off and teasing this man I held such deep infatuation for with the visuals of my body. Within this comfortable and trusting context, I found I liked being objectified.
In my enthusiasm for displaying myself to Tom, I wound up going a good twenty minutes past my usual hour. Finally laying face up in the grass and closing my eyes, basking in the warmth of the early evening mountain sunlight.
Hearing footsteps approaching in the grass, I opened my eyes -my left hand shielding the sun – and saw Tom standing over me, a smile on his face.
“Your form is improving” He said, giving me a friendly wink. He was standing slightly behind me so when my eyes drifted from his face down to his legs, I could see nearly all the way up his shorts to his crotch. I imagined reaching up and slowly run my hands along his thighs, feeling around for a squeeze of that magnificent cock…
I smiled back, meeting his gaze.
“Turns out I just needed a little extra motivation.”
He laughed, spread the blanket he was carrying over the grass and settled down next to me, sipping his drink and looking out at the setting sun.
“So how’s that book coming along?” He asked interestedly.
This was what I liked most about being around Tom. He never seemed to feel uncomfortable. We hadn’t spoken a word since the night before; and even though the experience hung very perceptively between us, the confidence he exuded defused any sense of tension or discomfort than might have been hanging with it.
We sat in the lawn talking until well after the sun had disappeared below the horizon. Conversation with Tom was effortless. We transitioned seamlessly from literature to music to swapping stories of interesting or embarrassing instances from our past. While we talked, Tom’s hands frequently found my body. Whether a friendly squeeze of the knee or shoulder or a casual rub of my lower back, it all felt natural, welcoming, slowly stoking the fire rebuilding inside of me.
This was the power of his seduction. Tom knew he didn’t have fuel any feelings of shame or guilt, a life of sheltered upbringing had built those firmly inside of me already. His job was suppress those emotions to the perfect level where I’d feel secure, but still appropriately naughty. By expressing obviously genuine interest in who I was while touching me in ways that three months ago who’ve had me running for the hills, he toed the line expertly. Though I felt slightly shameful for the bodily lust building inside of me, with Tom I felt safe.
Tom broke the silence that had been lingering lazily between us for the last couple of minutes.
“Jack. About last night -“ My cock gave a twitch and I looked over at him, perhaps a bit too eagerly. Jesus. What a fucking slut I’m becoming, I thought.
“- that was my first time.” He continued, looking at me sheepishly. My jaw dropped, completely floored by the notion that this man could’ve been such a natural at pleasing another man, and that he would’ve been so comfortable from the outset. Then a wicked smile spread across his face as he looked a my shocked expression. I burst out laughing, rolling around in the grass, marveling at my own gullibility.
But he had done it again. As I laughed, the endorphins flooded my veins. He had broken the ice and melted the shards of awkwardness in one swift move. I looked back at him and found him gazing at me fondly, taking joy in my laughter. It was the kind of look a loving owner would give their puppy while it played with its favorite toy. I would gladly be this man’s pet, I thought. And the animal inside me pounced.
I grabbed Tom’s face and started kissing him deeply, shuffling my body onto the blanket next to him. He reached around my back and firmly pulled me into him, our legs intertwining and flexing against one another as I pushed my tongue into his mouth; reveling in the now-familiar roughness of his unshaven face against my skin.
I wanted to be the aggressor, the initiator, the one firmly conveying my desire for him through my decisive actions. I wanted to show him that I wasn’t merely satisfied with being his passive, playful fuck toy, but rather his hungry little harlot; dedicated firmly to his gratification.
I pulled out of the kiss and started making my way down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt; kissing, licking and softly biting the tiny nipples in his strong chest. He laid back flat on the ground and let me go on, down to his abs where I ran my face through the small tuft of hair there, taking in his sent and brushing my lips against his hard abs.
As I reached his shorts and undid his belt, his hands found my hair and started softly massaging my scalp, sending tingles down my body to my hardening cock.
I pulled down his waistband, revealing his amazing cock. It was as fresh as it had been last night with only the faintest whiff of his aroma driving me forward.
This time I didn’t hesitate or tease. I took his whole cock in my mouth right away. He wasn’t hard yet and I was determined to see him through, start to finish. Feeling his cock growing and stiffening in my warm wet mouth sent me into a hungry frenzy, coating his shaft in my spit and then swiftly taking the length fully in my mouth, working my neck muscles to stimulate his cock and suppress my gag reflex.
Having no clue about the best rhythm, I let his hand guide my head but not control it, I took my cues from him, but ultimately I wanted to be in charge.
I took him out of my mouth and stroked his dick slowly in my hand as I re-positioned myself so my crotch was over his face. He took the cue and pulled my pants firmly off my ass, around my ankles and ditched them to the side while I took off my shirt
There we lay; him, shorts around his ankles, shirt still on but fully unbuttoned, chest sweat reflecting the light spilling from the house over the lawn, and me fully naked, my legs now pinning down his arms, my shaven ass and trimmed ballsack directly in his face but just out of reach from his mouth. I wanted him to look but not touch, to bring him to completion while he fantasized over the body over him. He did not resist.
I took his cock back in my mouth, taking my rhythm cues from how he had directed me earlier. Bobbing up and down on his cock; feeling him react in the only physical means left to him, pushing his hips up as I went down, instinctively trying to get deeper within me.
His rhythm changed suddenly and his breathing deepened noticeably. My tongue against his shaft in my mouth could feel the orgasm swelling inside him, and this time I wasn’t going to let him pull out early.
“Oh Jack, I’m fucking cumming.” I heard him pant, his hot breath warming my exposed ass. “I can’t hold it, I can’t… holy shit. FUCK.”
He moaned the last word as a bellow, echoing across the grounds as his hips bucked forward firmly and decisively, fighting to push as deep inside of me as I would let him. And then, for the second time in two days, I felt Tom’s cock stiffen and twitch as it pumped load after load into my face. This time, I let some spill past my lips, painting his cock with his own cum as I slowly pulled up to the tip, catching the last burst in my mouth as I left his cock.
He lay there, spent. I climbed off him, freeing his arms and looking down at his face with pride at how completely and successfully I had pleased him. He was looking at me with one of the most grateful and satisfied expressions I had ever seen, like he was only just realizing the treasure he had unearthed.
He laughed and shook the cobwebs out of his head.
“You shaved.” He said, smiling…
*** Thank you all so much for the kind words and positive feedback from the past two entries, it has really spurred my motivation to recount these experiences. (also not opposed to constructive criticism, all feedback is useful feedback)***
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