Dedication: This is dedicated to Mike, the originator of the Ed series. Mike, I'd love to hear from you; it's been awhile.
Day One. Life had gone on pretty much as normal since my last adventure. I had not seen Ed, and I had begun to think I would not see him, that we would go our separate ways. However, we made contact again, and I was planning to see him this weekend. I had business in Raleigh, and Ed was going to be there, too, so I extended my time to do consulting work. At least, that is what I told my wife. She did not have a clue. I would be spending Friday through Sunday away, but for my own reasons.
I felt butterflies in my stomach as I went to meet Ed for dinner. I was nervous. And, I was excited. My time with him before was amazing. Would tonight be so, too? We greeted each other with warm hellos and shook hands. Dinner was tasty, and we shared a bottle of wine and talked about our families, how we had been. It was good to see him, and he seemed glad to see me.
After dinner, we walked up to his room. Ed instructed me to strip naked and lay down on my stomach, that he would join me shortly. The lights were dim, and soft music was playing. Ed lit candles and removed my belongings, then returned and squeezed some oil onto his hands. Mike, it's good to see you again, he said.
I said, ooooh, in reply, as his expert hands began to work their magic across my tight back muscles. Before I knew it, I was under Ed's spell, drinking in the feel of his hands as they clenched and released and pressed and slid across my naked skin. After a time, Ed's hands were on my bare buttocks, and I could not hold back my moans. A finger danced across my ball sack, and I shivered with delight, raising my ass a little. Ed's hand traced back across my balls again. Oooooh, I responded, poking my bare ass up just a little more.
Time for you to turn over, he told me with a smile. I recalled our first meeting, and how he had spanked me like a surly child when I had refused him. This time, I followed his direction eagerly, quickly flipping over onto my back and watching in fascination as Ed worked my chest, pecs, then caressed my nipples. I was in dreamy ecstasy until...Oww! I yelped in shock after Ed pinched each nipple sharply; he smiled, and his hands worked their way down.
My mouth dropped open as one of Ed's hands encircled my balls while the other gently, smoothly, wrapped around and then slid up my cock shaft.
Gah, I sputtered, as the one hand softly squeezed and caressed my balls while the other slide down my shaft.
Ed grinned as his hand began to slide rhythmically up and down, up and down, palming the underside of my cock head before descending, sliding back up, palming again, and so on. When he palmed my cock head, I about came out of my skin.
This went on for I know not how long, and then suddenly, just as I could feel the skin around my balls tightening in anticipation of cumming, Ed's hands stopped. Time for a break, he said. I began to whine, noooo, and but caught myself at Ed's sharp glance.
Wordlessly, he led me into the living room, and we sat on the couch together, him dressed and me completely naked. I felt weird being naked with him like that, but I felt turned on, too. Ed handed me a glass of wine and suggested that I lay back, relax. I leaned back and tried to do so, cheeks flushing warmly as I felt the throb of my stiff cock.
How are you doing, Mike? Ed asked me after a sip of wine, his hand absentmindedly caressing my ball sack. I was only partially successful in stopping my gasp when he did this, and my mind went to blank fog. Oh God, Ed, just get me off, I thought.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. I'm good, I said. With trembling hands, I took a drink of wine.
Yeah? Ed asked.
Yeah, I replied. I am. Things are good.
How are you feeling right now? He asked. When he said "now," Ed leaned over and lightly stroked my cock.
Ooooh, I moaned, eyes rolling back, then I gulped and added, good, thrusting my cock up and toward Ed in the hopes that he would stroke it more. But, his hand dropped down and loosely cupped my balls.
I'm glad, Ed said. So, he continued, here you are again, with me. This time, I've got you for the whole weekend. Tell me about how that is for you, a married guy who supposedly loves pussy yet once again finds himself submissive and in my power. How is that for you?
Oh God, I said, wanting Ed to stroke my burning cock yet loving his fingers on my balls, confused as I thought about his question.
It's true, I managed to say, struggling to think clearly. I love pussy. I love having my cock buried in a hot pussy. No question. But... I swallowed.
Yes? When Ed asked me this, his hand encircled my balls, caressing them and the skin between them and my rosebud, sending warm butterflies through my belly.
But, I continued, I'm confused. I mean, you make me feel so good, and so different than I have ever felt before. It's really confusing, actually. Remember when you took my phone last time and took those pictures of me? Or, when you spanked me and it hurt like hell, yet I loved being with you anyway? Or, you shaved my balls with that guy watching? I don't know. It's just hot. I mean, I'm not gay, but you just make me feel so good.
Ed smiled.
I guess, I added, I like you being in control. I'm not sure about having a woman control me, I don't know if I would like that, but with you, it works, its hot somehow. Does that make any sense?
Sure, Ed said, it does. I like you telling me about it. And, I want you to be vocal this weekend, I want to hear you. I want you to tell me how you are doing, what you are feeling. How does that sound?
Good, I replied, real good.
I bet you would like to cum, wouldn't you, Mike? Ed's smile was big.
Trying not to seem desperate, I said, Oh God Yes!
That's good, Ed said. First, we have some business. Then, we'll see about that. Now, do you see that red light? Ed gestured off to the side, and I looked to see a red light and what appeared to be an object mounted on a tripod pointing in our direction.
What is that? I asked curiously, then moaned a little as Ed's hand tightened around my balls.
That is a camera, said Ed. You are being videoed.
I heard this as if it were far away. Part of me thought, fuck, that's not good. What is he up to? However, as these thoughts began to coalesce, Ed's hand stroked my cock, and my mind disappeared into a lust fog. I licked my lips and raised my hips in response. Ooooh.
I also have locked up your phone and clothes, Ed continued. I expect you to be a good boy so that it will go well with you. Are you going to be a good boy for me, Mike?
My phone, my clothes, camera, video, good boy? I was trying to wrap my mind around these things but the burning lust fog was thick, and Ed's touch on my cock was exquisite. I should have been bothered by this. But, I thought, does anything else really matter?
Oh my God Yes, yes, yes, I told Ed as his fingers stroked me.
Good, Ed said approvingly.
My hands were shaking, but I managed to take a sip of wine.
Ed stroked me a couple of more times, and I just started anticipating what I knew was going to be a hell of a climax. Then, Ed stopped, and his hands pulled away.
Oh, Lord, I thought, shit, why's he stopping? I wanted to hit the couch in frustration.
Beg, Ed said simply.
Beg? I asked feverishly.
What you want, Ed said, ask for it, beg for it.
Please, please, Ed. I could hardly think straight. Please!
I didn't say whine, I said, beg. Ed replied, sitting away from me on the couch, hands unmoving.
Oh, God, Ed, take me, make me cum, make me moan, I implored Ed, voice quaking.
That's it, Ed approved. Keep going. Show me.
Ed, you fucken stud you, please make me cum, jerk my fucken cock! I told him enthusiastically. Jerk me, own me, Oh Lord make me cum.
Ed looked amused but he was still unmoving, so I climbed down onto the floor before him.
Pleease, Ed, please, I implored, my cock is aching, it's crying for you, oh I want you. I told him this naked, on my knees, bowing, pleading.
Are you mine for this weekend, Mike, to do with as I please? Ed asked me.
Oh Jesus Christ yes, oh, yes, oh please Ed, please. Make me cum. Spank me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me, but please oh God take me now!
Ed appeared to be pleased with this, and unable to think straight, breathing and knowing only lust, I took Ed's hand and began to lick and tongue and suck on his index fingers, sliding it in out of my mouth, across my tongue and lips. I paused, licked it, and moaned - take me you stud, take me now!
Alright, Ed grinned.
I panted with enthusiasm as he gestured for me to lay back on the couch. As I did, I noticed he had covered it with the soft, white hotel towels.
One hand squeezed and stroked my cock while the other massaged my balls; it only took Ed a few moments before I was screaming his name and my hips were bucking and my warm cum was squirting all over my chest and belly.
Oh Ed, Eeeeeeedddddddddd! I screamed as he worked the hot juice out of me.
End of Ed Chapter 4
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