He Always Has a Plan

He Always Has a Plan - Part 5 - Gay Authoritarian / Urination

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"You're ok with this Aden?"

"Yes!" The word lept out of my mouth, softly yet with excitement, before He could finish saying my name.

Maybe I'm drunk or maybe it's the intense desire to be with Him that got me here in this potentially unsafe situation, but I did not care about anything else besides seeing what would happen with this walking wet dream of a man at the moment.

He opens His door and gets out. I struggle to figure out how to open my door and He can't help but laugh walking around to open the door for me.

"You're cute Aden," He says looking down at me.

I blush feeling like an idiot for not knowing how to get out of His fancy car or even His name.

'So much for playing it cool' I think to myself as He smooths down my windswept locks.

He takes my hand in His large palm as I stand from the low seat. Without letting go, He leads me to the giant wood, iron, and glass structure. It looks like it's glowing by the lights discretely placed in the lush landscaping. We approach a giant door just as a very attractive man, probably about my age, dressed in a tight white polo and short khaki shorts opens the door.

"Welcome home, Sir."

"Thank you, Gabriel."

"Everything is as you requested on the back deck for you and Aden,"

"Thank you. And the rest of the staff?"

"All greatly appreciate the night off. I'll be on hand in the cottage if you need anything."

"You're the best Gabriel," He says, touching the man's rounded shoulder.

I've grown up comfortably, I have friends who grew up with some generational wealth and some of my new friends were quite successful, but this is next level. I'm speechless taking it all in.

"Welcome Aden, let me know if there is anything I can do for you."

I can't even respond, I just smile awkwardly. Gabriel gives me a warm, knowing smile followed by a subtle wink as I feel His hand pull me.

I follow Him, my sexy stranger, through the large, open foyer, our hands still connected. I try to take in the details of my surroundings in the dim lighting but it's too huge to comprehend at the moment. I look back, Gabriel is nowhere to be found.

How does that keep happening?!

I want to look around the house and take it in but I figure there is time for that later as I'm led deeper into the house. We walk out onto an enormous deck, lit only with candles. I can make out a vast lawn with a pool glistening in the moonlight. The lawn is surrounded by thick forest, uplighting against the tall trees separating manicured lawn and wild nature.

I am taken aback by the perfection of it. This place could be in Architectural Digest if it hasn't been already. It's absolutely incredible, even in the low light.

"Come have a seat."

I sit next to Him on an oversized sofa and He hands me one of the tumblers filled with a large ball of ice, clear fizzy liquid to the rim, and a lemon wedge that had been set out. I can feel the wet condensation on the cold glass in my sweaty palm and I'm desperate for a sip, hoping it isn't spiked with anything.

"Cheers Aden, I'm glad you agreed to be with me," He says with a warm smile, "For tonight at least."

That second part He said so softly I'm not sure if I heard Him correctly.

Our glasses clink. I smile and take a big sip to lubricate my dry mouth.

"I'm glad you asked me, I thought you had left after we went on the walk."

"I don't leave anything of mine behind," He has an intense stare but the corners of His mouth are turned up.

I shiver even though I can feel my brow getting moist in the thick, warm humid air.

I wipe my brow and smile.

"You're warm."

It wasn't a question but a statement.

"A bit... but I'll be fine."

"Take your shirt off."

Again, more of a statement than a suggestion.

"Maybe in a minute," I reply with reddening cheeks.

I take another sip of my delicious cocktail and we lock eyes. He smiles.

"Tell me more about you Aden."

"Umm, well, I'm 29. Live in Hell's Kitchen..." I start, unsure of what to say but the warmth in His eyes relaxes me and the words start flowing, "I grew up in the suburbs. I have 3 sisters. I'm Assistant Creative Director at a startup right now. I don't love it or the company but it pays well until I figure out my next move. Plus I like my coworkers. Well, some of them."

I keep babbling for a few minutes filling Him in on the most trivial parts of my life. He listens intently, smiling at me every time I sip my drink. I only realize how much I had been talking when I notice my glass was empty.

He smiles at me and gently pushes a strand of hair out of my face.

Wow, He is fucking handsome.

"And you?" I ask, feeling silly for talking about myself for so long.

"Well, I am very warm and I would like to go for a swim."

He takes my glass and puts it down next to His and stands up.

Staring at me He starts unbuttoning his perfectly tailored white shirt revealing the thick covering of chest hair across a perfectly defined chest with big round pecs. He peels it off His arms, biceps the size of grapefruits flexing, and tosses it aside. I'm frozen, staring, taking in His incredible body.

He is taller than me, must be about six foot two, based on my need to reach up to close the small gap between us to kiss Him earlier. I knew He would be fit from how the crisp button-down stretched across His broad shoulders and strained against His biceps as I studied Him every chance I could earlier that night. I also knew there would be hair from the tuft peeking from His collar and covering His tan forearms exposed from the rolled-up sleeves. The fur, I came to find out, also covers a very defined tight six-pack and a newly exposed V line disappearing down His slim waist below His belt.

His deep blue eyes burned holes into me as He undressed, never taking them off me. His thick salt and pepper locks are freshly cut in a classic style, lightly tousled from the windy drive.

His face is the definition of classically handsome. Tan olive complexion, smooth and dewy high cheekbones prominent above the shadow of dark stubble spread across His chiseled square jawline and surrounding His thick pink lips.

The intensity of His eyes hint at His maturity, subtle fine lines barely noticeable, especially in the low light. I can't tell if He is 35 or 55, but he looks incredible for any age. As He kicks off His expensive loafers, His bare feet are sexy, manicured, with some dark hair on His toes and instep. I feel an unfamiliar desire to bend down and kiss them, watching His sweaty toes wiggle in freedom.

My eyes trail back up the legs of His dark, fitted jeans, they continue up past His thick muscular thighs and stop at His large hands undoing His belt buckle. I can't do anything but stare. Frozen in excitement. He slides His belt off through the loops around His waist, then drops it to the ground at His side.

Slowly unbuttoning and unzipping His fly allowing the straining denim around His meaty crotch relief. He teasingly pushes His jeans lower, exposing the waistband of His jock strap. The straining pouch bounces free, as His pants slide down His strong hairy legs.

I could smell His strong musky masculine aroma radiating from the swollen bulge in front of me. It is intoxicating and a delicious dichotomy against the sweet floral-scented warm breeze. His jock is well-worn, almost threadbare in some places, stretching to contain His fullness. The once white fabric, now tinged with blotchy yellow stains, is damp with sweat and a growing wet spot where the tip of His inflating cock rested.

The dank support holding His giant bulge is a total contrast to the sharp designer clothes now piled around His feet. He looks like a rough-and-tumble kind of guy now compared to the professional clean-cut persona I had come home with.

I am loving all of it. It feels like He is revealing something private about Himself to me. Something not everyone is allowed to know about. His scent is arousing me in a way I had never experienced.

He grabs and tugs at His package and then pulls the stained garment off. His enormous thick shaft bounces free over His heavy hairy nuts hanging low between His thighs. The thick head is partially covered by thin foreskin. I am practically salivating now, watching His swollen dick grow and arch up and out in its freedom from His thick dark bush, curving towards His abs. He takes a step towards me. Fully naked in front of me.

"Wow," I whisper.

"Glad you like what you see, Aden."

I swallow down any remaining fear or hesitation.

I am ready for my mouth to be used. My eyes look Him up and down rapidly as He gets closer, taking in the full form of the stud, the man, the godlike, chiseled Adonis in front of me. His rigid rod is so close I can feel its warmth and smell His masculine scent even more. My eyes meet His staring down from above as I start to open my mouth.

His big hand reaches out and grips the collar of my shirt, yanking me up from the couch. Only the tip of my nose had the opportunity to make contact as it grazed His sweaty shaft until we were almost face to face.

We stand there, silently. I'm speechless and unsure of what to do. I didn't have to worry for long, though. He gripped the back of my head in one hand, pressing His jock strap into my face with the other. I could feel its dampness on my skin as I inhaled instinctively and shuddered with my exhale.

My own lust forced my face firmly against the smelly fabric covering His palm. I feel His other hand that was just guiding my head forward release its grip. It's free to pull at my clothes by my face's voluntary movement forward into the source of my new favorite scent.

He tears my shirt open, the buttons flying and landing on the wooden deck with a faint clacking. His other hand is still palming His jock across my nose and mouth, getting me high off His smell.

Holy shit! This is all so intense, erotic, exciting. My cock, painfully hard, leaking steadily in my briefs.

His hand tugs at my shirt, untucking it from my shorts and tosses it aside. Then, with rough force, He plunges His hand inside the waist of the last two pieces of fabric on my body. His fingers firmly grip the flesh of my ass, pulling me to Him. I'm locked in against Him, breathing Him in, feeling the heat of His slick fur-covered body against me. I feel like I could blast a load right at this moment.

He leans forward, my face pressing against His neck with the fabric that was just holding His thick meat in place separating my lips from His skin. His big hands move and pull at my shorts. I hear a tear. My shorts now scraps of fabric.

My pulsing cock strains the precum-soaked pouch of my briefs for excruciatingly long seconds. I'm whimpering into His nasty jock, my body on fire with desire, waiting desperately for Him to pull my briefs off.

It feels like an eternity as the elastic slides down, forcing my cock to angle down with it. It stops just past the base causing a subtle strain.

I feel lightheaded with excitement. I try to hold still as His hand holds the thin fabric keeping my cock from springing free. He rips them apart from the back and finally, my leaking penis escapes from the now shredded fabric.

I gasp as my rigid piece bounces free in the night air. My head leaves a trail of precum up His thigh as it snaps back upright and I shudder feeling one of His wide fingertips pressing firmly against my hole.

I can't help it, it's too much. My arms wrap around His solid frame. I open my mouth, about to break the sexually charged silence to tell Him I'm going lose my four-day load, just as His neck turns, allowing His jock to slip from my face. His lips crush against mine, His wet tongue forcing its way into me and I start convulsing, trapped against His solid frame. Covering Him with blast after blast of hot cum.

His kiss softens, matching the fading intensity of my orgasm. He pulls away and looks down at me. My face burns, first flushed with excitement, and now, with embarrassment.

I try to apologize, but the words don't come.

His look is intense yet warm and reassuring. His finger rubs against my sensitive gooey head, coating it in my cream then forces it past my parted lips. I dutifully accept and lick His salty finger clean. He pulls it from my eager mouth and I feel His hand move to my shoulder gently pressing it.

"Clean up your mess," His voice stern.

I instinctively obey and lower down, my face sliding down His furry body until I am on my knees surrounded by my destroyed clothing around me, my ripped briefs hanging off my still-solid shaft. I start to lick the splattering of my own cum from His trim waist and upper thighs.

"Good boy," I hear Him whisper and it turns me on in a way I have yet to experience.

I devour my seed to get at His sweaty hot skin underneath it. My cheek can feel the heat of His sweaty crotch so very close. I feel a drop of His precum drip onto my shoulder as I make my way closer to His cock, licking up all of my massive first load.

When I turn my face to lick the pulsing shaft just in front of me, He pulls my hair, my neck craning back, my eyes snapping up to Him. He spits and I part my lips to receive the saliva falling towards me. I swallow it and can't help but smile.

"Not yet," His deep voice rumbles referring to my attempt at tasting Him.

He steps back. Confused and so eager to please Him, I lean back, my ass resting on my feet, still on my knees, staring up at the tower of sex standing in front of me.

"I'm so..." I start to apologize, but He cuts me off.

"Stand up."

His tone is somehow stern and warm at the same time yet there isn't a trace of suggestion.

I do so quickly and hear myself say "Yes sir!" excitedly, almost jockingly, as I right myself up.

This makes Him smile sweetly at first but it turns into a wicked grin.

What did I get myself into?

"Get those briefs off."

I awkwardly pull at the tattered fabric and kick it from my legs. I stand unsure of what to do or say, now fully naked in front of Him.

He walks past me towards the pool. I watch Him, His backside just as impressive as His front, and all I can think of is how badly I want to bury my face in the big, hair-covered globes of muscle so my tongue can slide inside His hole.

I was becoming addicted to Him without even realizing it and I still didn't know His name. Being around him is surprisingly comfortable and safe. I'm feeling free, confident, liberated, and more turned on than ever as I watch His legs disappear into the dark water, yet I can't bring myself to follow Him yet.

I want more. I can feel something inside of me begging for Him to take control. Just as His magnificent ass submerges into the water I hear Him speak, still facing away from me. I'm desperate for His permission follow, for my next direction.

"Join me."

I quickly walk toward the pool and down the steps. Once I'm a foot away, He turns to me. His handsome face is softer now. His smile is wickedly sexy, glimmering in the light reflecting off the cool water. It is cooling against my sweaty body but warm enough that my cock is still sticking straight up. His is too, the top half emerging from the water.

"Are you having fun?"

"Oh fuck yeah!" I say eagerly and then blush.

"Good," He smiles, "Come here."

I wade through the water, enjoying the feeling of my bare ass and balls bouncing in it. I get up close to Him and His big arms wrap around my waist while mine find their way around His neck. He leans in and kisses me. Our lips lock and wet bodies press against one another. His hands slip lower and grasp my ass, a cheek in each one of His hands. My legs wrap around His waist. I can feel His monster slip right between my crack spread by His fingers. His arched length pulsing from my taint against His pelvis and the head at the top of my crack.

It's romantic the way we sway around the water, lips locked and bodies connected. I didn't notice before but there is soft music in the background.

Naturally, the kissing progresses and He is grinding against me, water starts splashing around us. I can't stop thinking about how much I want to feel Him inside me as much as His size scares me. Whether it was five minutes or five hours, it feels too soon when His lips break from mine.

We make our way to the steps, Him sitting on one while still holding me in His lap. He slides me off Him and sits further up. His dick shimmering, dripping, and rock solid. I stand mesmerized and waiting until He curls His long finger, beckoning me towards Him.

I move closer, resting my knees a few steps below Him, my hands bracing myself on the steps between His legs.

"Do you want to taste me, Aden?"

"Yes, Sir," I whisper.

For never being submissive before or really ever thinking much about it, I am surprised by how naturally it feels.

"Good boy, go ahead."

I reach forward and wrap my hands around His throbbing, solid shaft. Gently stroking it while appreciating the size and feel of it in my hand. I lean my head forward with my tongue out and lick at His piss slit, savoring the taste of the precum leaking out. I pull His foreskin back and my lips wrap around the head. My tongue slides under it and sucks it back. The fascination of His uncut member drives my attentiveness. He moans softly.

He is running His fingers gently through my hair as I work my way down. His size is intimidating but I wasn't thinking about anything other than giving Him pleasure. As I work further down His shaft, my mouth full, I let my hand slip from His shaft to the full heavy balls below. I cup and gently pull them causing His cock to angle down from the light tug, allowing me to get Him further into my mouth.

He growls and I continue on. I breathe through my nose, doing my best not to choke while my trapped tongue massages the underside of His thickness, savoring the taste of His skin. I could feel His fingers twist around in my fingers, tangling them and gently adding pressure.

I pull back slightly and suck Him back in. I force Him deeper every time I would slide back down. He let me pleasure Him at my own pace, allowing my throat to adjust and work further down. I bobbed back and forth, picking up speed.

When I finally swallowed Him all the way so my nose was buried in His musky bush, He held me there firmly. I could feel the muscles in my throat expand and contract, gagging to adjust. He releases his hold just a second after it was becoming uncomfortable. I could tell he was holding back his strength, testing me.

"Good boy," He moans.

Encouraged, I barely catch my breath before forcing Him back inside me.

"Stroke your cock while you suck me, boy."

I moan in agreeance and wrap my fist around my own solid penis. The only sounds are His heavy breathing, the splashing of water around my pumping hand, and my slurping, gagging throat.

I feel my own balls churning again, ready to explode. I let go of my pulsing cock to focus on the giant task at mouth. I pull off His shaft and suck both of His balls into my mouth eliciting a deep moan from Him. His hand moves back to my head holding me in place while His other fists His spit-lubed length.

I slurp and suck His salty skin, relishing in and hungry for His flavor. I can smell His delicious, manly scent and all I can think of is Him filling my mouth with hot, thick spunk. I give my cock a few tugs here and there but I'm so close, I can't keep my hand on it for long.

"Come here, baby."

The way He says baby makes my ass twitch as I pull my face from His crotch.

He is laying back now and I crawl over Him. Straddling Him as He strokes His big dick. The spongy leaking head presses against my tight hairy hole. I reach back and grab His balls, wanting to do what I can for Him. His free hand grips my jaw, our lips barely touching, eyes locked on one another's, breathing in and out of each other's open mouths. His fist is sliding up and down so fast, pumping Him against my hole. I pucker and squeeze my entrance, kissing His dripping tip.

"That's my boy!" He growls in my mouth.

Right then, I felt His first volley blast forcefully against my flexed ring. Then another and another. It keeps going while His tongue forces itself into my mouth. I wrap my lips around it and suck it in as He grunts and pants to climax, coating me with a seemingly endless load.

In a swift motion, He slips a finger between where we're connected below and slides it into me. Fingering His seed inside me and immediately clamping down on my prostate. It takes all of one second of this and I'm shooting another load on His hairy chest. Again, without touching myself.

"That's my good boy"

Quivering and moaning into His mouth as His finger milked me from the inside.

The waves of pleasure finally subside and I know what I have to do. I swing my leg over, squeezing His finger inside me with all my might, not ready for Him to slide it out. I move my mouth down His chin and lap up my fresh warm cum, sucking it from every hair on His chest.

"Good Boy."

His finger is still rubbing my spot, I'm moaning and whimpering, making my way down to clean up His splatter painted crotch.

His cum is delicious, I eagerly lap it up, slurping and licking every last drop as I savor the sweet and tangy flavor that is uniquely His. Pulling His foreskin back and sliding my tongue around His ridge and then into His piss slit. His cock is softer but only slightly as I lick all around it.

"Come here, boy," He says softly once His entire manhood is clean.

Reluctantly I let Him slip from my mouth. I maneuver sideways, eager to obey my next command. His finger slides from my hairy hole. Running up and down my crack, coating His long digit in His thick cream.

He sucks His finger into His mouth then spits up at my face. I eagerly lick my lips, savoring as much of the recycled cum as my tongue can lick off my face.

His arm reaches up around me as He sits up towards me and He kisses my cum covered lips as He pushes me back and rolls on top of me.

He breaks the kiss and looks at me, foreheads pressed together. The intensity is still there but is softer now as He strokes my hair and the side of my face.

"Let's go to bed, my baby boy."

"Yes sir," I reply, smiling from the inside out.

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