Appropriate categories (first time submission, do i do this or do you do this?): Gay male -- authoritarian; athletics; encounters; urination
DISCLAIMER: Well, not really a disclaimer -- rather a claim: this is a true story, dialogue as recalled the very next morning. But the "handle" of the Muscle Guy was made up for this purpose. Other than that detail, this is as precise a representation of the experience as i could conjure. Enjoy!
It was my birthday yesterday; that's why I decided to splurge on another escort visit. I was in Houston by myself for work, but ready to play! My boyfriend and my mom took me out for a wonderful lunch before I went to the airport -- I was having a really nice day, and wanted it to finish off as perfectly as it had already gone.
I called MuscleJock when I got into Houston, having set things up in advance online about what sort of scene I wanted -- emphasizing the tough/tender, rough/romantic thing. He was quite amenable online chatting, and when I got to talk to him by phone it turned out he was looking forward to exploring stuff too. The voice on the phone was fabulous, deep and manly and sweet too, I saw the potential for both sides of the scene. He was very chatty and engaging; I got the vibe that he wasn't gonna be a stand in another room while I J/O, looking-but-not-touching kind of guy.
We arranged for him to come over around ten o'clock to the hotel. About 10 past 10 (just enough time for the anticipation to grow to slightly unbearable levels...) there's a knock at the door. I walk to the door and look through the peep hole (I love that moment!). He knew just what to do -- stood back and preened a little, knowing I was getting my first glimpse. I opened the door and he's standing there, wide smile, bright eyes, incredible tan setting off his black black hair and mustache. A crisp starched white oxford shirt setting off the deep golden tan. And tight jeans. And you could tell the way the shirt hung that there was major muscle underneath.
So he comes inside and he starts to make out with me. "Happy Birthday..." standing, necking, and he starts undoing his shirt. And we're kissing and my hands are exploring his body and we're kissing and kissing and kissing... total swoon moment! He starts to take off my shirt too and then we get down to underwear. He's a GREAT kisser, the perfect mix of deep and sensuous and affectionate and forceful and dominant. He established his caring and his control from the get go.
So we break for a bit and I offer him a beer then take a couple of hits off a joint and we chat a little... and we make out a little... and I start to work on his chest with my mouth. Then he shows me this arm... and that arm! And we kiss some more. Then the underwear comes off and that cock is revealed for the first time. What a BEAUTIFUL cock this man has: full, strong, big -- not huge, just right (and then some). I sink to my knees and start to suck on it. Sigh...
And he's looking down on me and talking (he's a great talker). "You like that cock?"
I stop sucking at one point to answer the question with a "Yes."
And he says, "Yes, what?"
"Yes Sir."
He pushes his cock back into my mouth and the transformation begins... He starts facefucking me, more control of my head, deeper thrusts, deeper voice; and now he's taking my mouth for his use and the smile fades, though the gleam in the eye brightens. He lifts me to my feet and sets me on the bed and says, "Wait a minute." He turns around to his gym bag which he came in with and takes out an arm band and snaps it in place while flexing the arm. Then he takes out a leather vest which he puts on while preening a bit more.
"Do you like leather, boy?"
"Yes Sir... you're beautiful Sir..."
The vest hangs so on him! And the way his arm strains against the tight band of leather! Oh jeez.... Then he says, "And I brought something for you. It might be too big, but let's put it on you..." He has me stand up and he takes out a harness and straps me into it!!! And i'm back down on my knees sucking his gorgeous cock some more! He angles us to the mirror on the room's armoire and tells me to WATCH: watch his cock going in and out of my mouth, watch this leatherman dominating me, watch him admiring himself and how incredible he looks and how this little guy is willing to pay him for the pleasure of giving him pleasure!
All the while he's talking tough and fucking my mouth, and he looks down into my eyes and says, "There's something else you want from me isn't there? Something else you want me to feed you...." And he pulls me to my feet with one hand, gripping the harness, like a leash, and he grabs the not-finished bottle of beer and leads me into the bathroom, orders me into the bath on my knees with a gesture. He steps inside, standing over me. He positions himself first, looking in the mirror opposite, checking himself out, and then looking down at me. Looking from his godlike power reflected in the mirror to this worshipful puny guy on his knees, in thrall... ready to go where he hasn't gone before but is now HUNGRY for.
He puts his cock in my mouth again and takes the bottle of beer and casually drinks some, savoring it in his mouth while looking down at me -- so casual, preoccupied with his drinking... while, incidentally, I'm doing my service.
"Do you like beer, boy?"
I nod, his cock filling my mouth.
"Here, have some, boy."
And he pours some beer along his cock. It runs into my mouth and down my chin and down my chest and onto my cock; and I'm drinking it, washing the beer from his cock. He takes another drink himself, "Want some more?" And he pours some more and I go after it even more thirstily. I suck and he admires himself in the mirror and he looks down at me with this smile on his face, appreciating his own power reflected in the submissive look in my eye and how thirsty I clearly am for what he's giving me. And he takes another sip, "Want some more?"
I nod emphatically, still sucking, and he pulls his cock from my mouth and leans down. I open my mouth, like a baby bird, and he lets the beer stream from his mouth into mine. I get most of it and what I don't get spills over my chin and chest and he kisses me again -- deeply -- and stands back up.
"Suck me some more boy."
And he takes another gulp of beer, his arm powerfully pumping as he flexes it to bring the bottle to his mouth, his full chest looming over me -- what a sight... And he feeds me again from his mouth, and kisses me. And then, without standing up again, looks me in the eye directly.
"Let me feed you something else now... Put my cock in your mouth again boy..."
And I do, not sucking so greedily this time, just letting it relax in my mouth. And his legs start to shake a bit and I can tell he's struggling with his body, to get it to relax. His legs continue to shake, the hard thighs trembling under my palms... and then he moans a bit and says, "Here you go boy... what you've been waiting for..." He starts to piss in my mouth. Oh my God...
And I'm drinking and drinking from him. Drinking this man's piss, my Master's piss, drinking from his body like he's a water fountain. Drinking the beer from his cock. Drinking him in, totally submissive to his needs. Ready to do as he commands. My mouth is closed around him and my eyes closed -- lost in this incredible intimacy with his power and control. Drinking and drinking, my arms wrapped around his legs, holding to him.
And he pats my head "Good boy, good boy... Drink me, boy, drink me... Take what I have to give you boy... Yeah, that's it... Thirsty boy... Good boy..." He finishes and I clean off his cock, my cock rock hard without touching, and he's right, just like he said on the phone earlier, when I'm with him he will own me...
And, at this moment, he does...
He looks in the mirror again to see himself... drains the last beer from his bottle and steps from the tub. "Come back inside, boy." And I follow him -- he doesn't need to lead me this time, I just follow. And he takes me back to the room and has me lean forward on the bed...
-- to be continued --