He Always Has a Plan - Part 6 - Gay Authoritarian, Urination
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This is part 6 of many of this story.
This series is mostly fictional based on real life events. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready!
I wake up confused with a slight headache, buried in soft pillows and a fluffy duvet.
The sun is streaming through giant windows, filling the big unfamiliar room as my night comes back to me. I reach across the giant bed but He is not there. Enjoying the soft fabric against my naked body I reply the hottest night of my life. The last thing I remember was falling asleep on His warm furry chest with His big arms wrapped around me.
I'm lazily stroking my morning wood when I hear a light knocking on the door across the room. Before I can respond, the man who opened the door for us on our arrival last night enters with a warm smile. I scramble to sit up, feeling exposed even though I pulled the pillowy thick duvet back over my naked body. Wow, this guy is handsome, too.
"Breakfast and coffee will be served on the back deck, your presence is required."
My eager smile betrays my desire to play it cool.
"Ok," I reply in my dry, sleepy voice.
Wait... did he say requested or required?
And, shit! The only clothes I had with me were practically ripped to shreds and left in a pile outside last night.
"There is a robe and toothbrush in the bathroom waiting for you."
"Thank you," I say with relief.
With a nod and a wink, he turns to leave. Just as he makes it through the doorway a question pops into my mind.
"Do you know where my phone is?"
Whether he heard me or not, he didn't answer. He was gone and had left the door wide open.
I should probably check in with my friends. Amanda and Billy knew where I was, that is if they remembered. I'm sure they filled in my other friends too when they made it home, all conspiring and joking about me taking off with a sexy stranger.
As fun of a night as last night was and as much as I wanted the fantasy to continue, I knew I had plans today with my crew. I resolved to have a quick breakfast with him, ask to borrow some clothes, and then call an Uber as I tossed the covers from my naked body. I wonder if my friends were awake yet and aware I had not returned when I realize I don't even know what time it is.
I stretch, looking around the enormous, sun-filled room for a clock that doesn't seem to exist, and get a whiff of his natural scent mixed with mine. Figuring I should probably get to the breakfast I'm either required or requested at, I climb out of the giant bed and walk across the wide, open room, past the open door to what I assume is the bathroom.
The bathroom is enormous and filled with bright natural light as well. The ceiling and back wall are all glass making it feel like the large shower area was practically outside with the large, lush plants lining the giant window. The thought of taking a shower enters my mind but remembering how intoxicating His musky masculine scent was it seemed like something I should ask permission for for some reason.
I let my eyes wander around the luxurious bathroom as I look for the aforementioned toothbrush until I see one next to one of the two sinks in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Everything about the way his home is decorated is sophisticated, simple, and somehow incredibly sexy.
There is a fresh white jock strap, a clean replica of the one he wore last night, and a white robe neatly folded under the toothbrush and tube of toothpaste. I couldn't help but wonder whether He had put this here for me or had the stud whom I would assume to be His houseboy? or butler? do it. I brushed my teeth, staring at my naked body in the mirror. My eyes, slowly become alert as the sleepy haze dissipates. I realize I don't feel hungover and assume it must be pretty late in the morning if I feel so refreshed after all the drinking and the late night of hot, intense passion with Him.
I want to snoop around His things, I'm so curious about the man I slept with last night. Hell, I don't think I even knew His name, but something inside me knew not to go searching.
I rinse my mouth and place the toothbrush on the marble counter next to the toothpaste. I pick up and look at the jockstrap. I'm not unfamiliar with the skimpy underwear but the way my eyes inspected it with curiosity you'd think I had never seen one before, let alone have a collection of my own at home. I take a quick sniff of the bright white pouch, unsure why or what I thought my nose would find. It brought back a flashback to last night when He forced me to inhale His strong, intoxicated, addictive masculine scent from His stained pouch and I could feel my dick start to rise.
I slid the jockstrap up over my legs and up, taking a second to check myself out in it while I adjusted the straps around my big bubble and arranged my package so it looked prominent.
I grab the robe and slip it around my shoulders. It is short and just covers my ass by an inch or so. I cross one side over the other in the front and look for the tie. There isn't one, it's not on the counter either. Feeling bold I decide to leave it and exit the room with the soft white cotton billowing at my sides.
The hallway is open and overlooks the first floor, allowing me to take in the enormity of his house in the daylight filling the expansive square footage. I make my way down the stairs and see His tan legs and big feet resting just outside the large open doors off of the living room. Suddenly intimidated I cross the robe over my torso and hold it closed as I step through the doorway.
He is sitting at a table looking just as sexy as I could remember, maybe even sexier as He casually reads the newspaper. I knew He was hot but I'd be lying if I wasn't a little nervous that I may have had "beer goggles" on after all the cocktails I consumed.
I feel like I'm in a dream, it all seems too good to be true.
I step out on the deck and approach Him when He looks up at me. Even though I can't see His eyes through His reflective sunglasses, I can feel them burning a hole in me. His tan, muscular body is glistening in the morning sun, fully exposed except for a wet pair of short shorts, straining to contain His full bulge and thick muscular legs. He holds up a finger and waves it left to right, signaling for me to let go of the robe and let it hang open. I subconsciously lick my lips as I approach Him slowly letting the robe fall open. I am all of a sudden nervous but also have an overwhelming desire to get on my knees and crawl toward Him until my face is nestled in His wet crotch.
I approach the empty chair across from Him and for some reason hesitate, like I should wait for permission to sit.
He gives me a sly smile, like He can read my mind, and simply cocks an eyebrow expectantly.
It is warm out but I'm glad I have the robe as I feel a gentle cool breeze sitting in the shade. It sounds crazy but there was something about the scenario that felt like He knew this exact moment would happen and knew to prepare me for it.
Did He angle my chair in the shade too because I didn't have sunglasses too?
My mind was full of questions in this unfamiliar place and experience.
"Did you go for a swim?" I ask.
It's a stupid question, obviously, He did, He's dripping wet, but it was the only thing I could think to say to fill the awkward silence.
"No, a run."
"Wow," was all I could reply.
Oh shit, that was all sweat?! Holy fuck, quite a workout.
"What time is it?" I ask Him out of curiosity over concern.
I feel calm for being at a stranger's house, on vacation, with no clothes or any clue as to where my phone is. Or where I am, for that matter.
"8 am"
"Oh," I say with surprise and relief.
There is no way my friends were up yet so I had plenty of time to figure out how to get back to them.
A different young man walks out with a large tray, filled with various pastries, sliced fruits, and beverages. I watch as the unfamiliar man, younger than me, blond and filling out his uniform the way an Olympic gymnast would, sets out our presumable breakfast as his muscles bulged under a crisp polo.
"Thank you, Chad," He says softly, not looking away from watching me watch the set up in front of us.
Of course, this guy looked like the definition of a Chad. How many hot men worked here? Did He sleep with them? Chad and Gabriel were opposites in their overall looks and features but both were hot enough to be models.
Our server places one final item on the table at my place setting before turning to leave. A tall champagne flute filled with bubbling orange liquid. It was as if He knew my hangover would catch up to me just at that moment.
"Hair of the dog," He says lifting his own glass to clink against mine.
I smile sheepishly and take a sip of the best fucking mimosa I have ever had.
We ate in silence which was surprisingly comfortable given the circumstances. My eyes focused on Him mainly but would wander around the incredible surroundings. This was all so new to me but something inside felt a belonging.
With two mimosas, a delicious iced latte, a flakey croissant, and a plate of fresh fruit I feel fully awake. His large warm foot had been resting on mine under the table, keeping us connected while we ate, and gave me confidence in His desire for me.
"Come here," He says after wiping the corners of His soft lips and placing the linen napkin on the table.
I stand up quickly, excited to get closer to Him as I straddle His lap on the sunny side of the table.
"You said you wanted to be mine last night, didn't you Aden?" He asks as He slips the thin robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the deck behind me.
I couldn't say for sure, honestly, but if I hadn't then I definitely was willing to now.
"Yes"
He leans in and kisses me softly as His hands explore my back and the waistband and leg straps of the jock He had me wear while mine roam across His broad, hot chest covered in matted-down damp fur.
"Are you sure?" He asks as His finger now tracing my crack and teases my hole, reminding me of last night by the pool.
"Yes, sir," I reply as I feel chills running down my spine.
I was ready to agree to anything at this point. I just wanted Him inside me more than I ever wanted anything. I hadn't even really enjoyed being fucked before but I was craving feeling his massive rod splitting me open right then and there.
"To be mine means dedication and certain rules need to be followed."
This was so hot I couldn't even pretend not to play along with the 50 Shades-type scenario unfolding. I don't know how to respond, I just lean in and give Him another kiss, hoping He understands my intentions. He returns it and our lips grow aggressively passionate against one another's.
We continue to make out, my bare ass cheeks held in a firm grip in each of His large strong hands, spreading them so His cock rubs up and down my furry trench through His sweat-soaked shorts.
His lips leave mine and latch onto my neck. My eyes shoot open, hearing footsteps approach, and look up to see Gabriel again, placing a glass bottle on the table. He forces two fingers in my mouth and I obediently suck on them, my eyes just watching as His employee delivers whatever that bottle is. I can tell Gabriel wants to stay and watch but dutifully retreats back through the large open glass door. His fingers now wet with my spit, slip from my lips and find their way behind me. He rubs them gently against my hole before He presses one back inside me as His lips come back to mine.
Feeling bold and turned on in a way I had never been, it was my turn to slip from our kiss and make my way down his neck, licking up his salty, fresh sweat and breathing in His musky, ripe scent. He lifts his arm and I instinctively trace my tongue over His shoulder and swollen bicep down to His furry damp pit, savoring his heady, strong odor while He slides a second finger inside me.
Moaning, I continue my tongue bath over to His perky dark nipple and swirl my tongue around it, feeling His wet chest hair tickling my face as my cock drips steadily from the internal milking from His fingers.
I can hear Him moaning softly, enjoying the attention on His hardened nipple. He slips them from me and I feel empty, hungry for him to fill me up as His hand gently presses my shoulder down.
I let my legs find the wooden boards below me as my face glides down His slick torso until it rubs against the thin, wet fabric hiding His uncut monster. I suck and lick at the rigidness through his shorts, feeling His hands holding me firmly, forcing me to breathe in the addictive, masculine, briny smells of His crotch.
I use my teeth to pull the flimsy wet material up and over and am rewarded for my efforts with the discovery His jock is back on underneath. It had to be the same one from last night but the blend of aromas from the build-up of sweat, cum, and piss is more intense. It is turning me on so much, I can't get enough. I had always enjoyed the natural scent of a masculine man, but this is causing a new feeling of arousal and desire. A hunger I had never felt.
"Pull it out," He whispers.
I obediently reach up to His stretched, stained, worn pouch and pull it over His giant package, freeing it from the confines of His jock. I can't help but lick and sniff the length of his shaft laying against His thigh before taking the head into my mouth. I slip my tongue into His foreskin, swirling between it and His ridge, savoring the taste of the sensitive skin and accumulating precum.
"Good boy, Aden."
His deep voice sends shivers down my spine as I work Him deeper down my throat.
Our eyes are locked as my throat expands around His thick meat, slowly sliding down further and further. There was a moment of hesitation as I tried not to gag around His girth filling my throat, remembering the staff inside. He continues to guide me, encouraging me and I allow the excitement of being watched to make me work harder, wanting to impress not only Him but whoever might be spying on us. I want to prove myself as worthy of servicing this god-like adonis.
His hand is tenderly stroking my hair as He lets me work His delicious dick with my mouth and throat at my own pace.
"I'm so glad I found such a sexy boy to be mine," He whispers, encouraging me, making me swell with pride.
His grip tightens in my hair and pulls me off His spit-soaked shaft, leaning down and spitting in my mouth then guiding me back towards His crotch, forcing me lower. I am grateful for the new position, allowing me to lick and suck His big furry sweaty nuts. He looks so sexy sitting back, watching me through His reflective lenses.
"You are all mine, aren't you Aden?"
I can only moan in agreement with one of His salty balls filling my mouth, admiring how slutty I look in the reflection above me.
"You love submitting to me, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir," I say catching my breath before sucking His other egg sized testy into my mouth.
And it is true, I had never been so turned on by a man or felt a desire to submit before, but it felt right. I could sense He wanted me to give myself to him as much as I wanted Him to take ownership over me and that made me willing in any way He wanted.
He stands up but I don't allow him to slip from my mouth. He is lightly slapping my forehead with His thick meat as I savor every drop of sweat from His sack.
He moves His hips back, pulling out of my hungry mouth. I keep my eyes up, locked on His face but sense Him sliding His shorts and jock down as He spits down at me. It splatters my lips and tongue and I eagerly lick up whatever didn't land inside my open mouth and swallow. With a smile, He leans forward swiftly and kisses me passionately as His clothes slip down His powerful tan legs to the deck with a wet plop.
He forces me back and is kneeling between my legs, not breaking our kiss. My dick is straining in the tight white pouch of the jock He had me wear as His hands grab under my thighs. He pushes them back towards me and His mouth parts from mine as my hips go higher and my legs are almost behind my head. He returns His lips to me but this time against my hole. His thick, strong tongue forced entry into my tight muscled ring.
"Oh my god!" I gasp, feeling Him swirl around inside of me.
He is an expert. I have never felt such pleasure from being rimmed before and I couldn't help but clench my hole around His wet tongue as it fucked in and out of me. I could see the wet spot grow bigger in the pouch hovering over my face.
All too soon I feel His velvety tongue slip from my hungry entrance. Running it over my crotch and torso up toward my lips as my hips lower into His lap and my legs wrap around His waist.
I know what's coming next and my excitement and desire are overpowering my fear of His monstrous size. I know He will split me in half but I trust Him to do so and want desperately to feel Him inside my depths.
He breaks our kiss, holding my head close to His, my lust glazed eyes open and finally meet His. He had removed His sunglasses at some point and His intense gaze is touching deep in my soul. I feel His fingers at my spit-softened hole, rubbing a cool, thick, slippery gel at my opening. I am silently grateful to Gabriel for bringing out what I now know is lube. His fingers expertly massage and tease my ring, relaxing it, getting it slick and ready for entry.
"Please Sir," I whisper, feeling two of His thick fingers slide back inside me, twisting around to loosen me up as they graze my prostate.
"Please what, Aden?"
"Please, I want to feel you in me, Sir," I moan.
I wanted to say `Please fuck my brains out, Sir!' but it felt too crass for the intense passion of the moment.
He kisses me again and I feel a third finger inside me, making me groan into His mouth.
Our tongues are battling when His fingers slip from me, my pink ring feeling empty for only a brief second before His wide head presses against my hungry entrance.
"Are you sure you want this Aden? That you want me Aden? That you want to be mind?"
I did, I do. I had no idea all that I was agreeing to at this moment but I had never wanted anything more.
"Yes," I say decisively as I can through the waves of pleasure.
I can feel His lips smiling against mine as the tip of His head enters me slowly. He steadily pushes into me and I can feel my hole stretching as He slides deeper, forcing my inner, second ring to accept Him.
"Oh fuck" I moan in a breathy passion, sucking in air at the short-lived sharpness inside me.
There is only mild discomfort as the intrusion continues. I feel safe in His grip. His thick shaft slid against my prostate, making me drip uncontrollably into the straining jockstrap. It feels like forever before I feel His thick bush finally pressing against my ass.
I can't help but smile with pride knowing I have taken the entirety of Him inside me. His enormous rod is the largest thing that has ever been inside me yet it was the easiest to welcome. He holds still for a second, allowing me to adjust. I feel full as the discomfort melts away and is replaced by an intense pleasure I have never felt. I clench and release my stretched muscles around Him as my body accommodates His girth, making Him moan in delight. For not bottoming often I feel my instincts kick in and work, flex, and pulse to milk His shaft.
Slowly He starts pulling back before easing back into me, only an inch or two of His length leaving me at first. He is forceful and gentle at the same time. His wet skin is hot, His weight pressing heavily against my chest as our lips stay locked.
I'm overwhelmed with pleasure as He slides in and out of me, penetrating deep inside me. I arch my hips to allow Him better access and feel my bulge rubbing against His solid abs. My own sweat is building, mixing with his causing our slick bodies to slide against one another's in the warm sun.
He pulls back from my face slightly and stares into my lust-filled eyes. I can feel beads of sweat dripping down onto me.
"When I breed you, Aden, that means you're mine, it's an official commitment to me," He says directly with an intimidating yet arousing intensity.
"Please Sir, I want you to fill me up, breed me. Make me your boy."
"Say it Aden, say you commit."
It is a little scary in the heat of the moment how serious this feels but everything in my body is desperate for Him. It wasn't fear of what I was willing to do but how clearly I was willing to admit this as my truth.
"I am all yours, Sir, only yours. I commit to you," I say as clearly as I can while He continues to rhythmically penetrate me.
And, I'm sure it's just dirty talk, I reason after the words escape my lips without hesitation. He can't be serious.
Can He?
His lips press firmly against mine again and I can feel Him swell even thicker inside me, stretching me further. His monster pulses inside me, sending me over the edge. The physical and emotional feelings overwhelm my body and I feel my dick spasming, shooting cum forcefully through the thin, stretched-out pouch. It felt like with every blast of seed that blasted inside me, my own orgasm matched in time. Every pulse caused me to contract around Him, milking, sucking His sperm into me as I continued to shoot my own.
Sounds are escaping my mouth that I have never heard myself make as He groans loudly against my lips as He continues to fill me, breed me, own me.
Time had no meaning as the most intense and, what I would soon learn, the most important orgasm of my life finally subsided and the stars in my darkened vision dissipated.
He lays down fully on me, His face in my neck as the weight of His powerful body crushes me under Him and His fingers gently stroke the hair at my crown.
I clench my used hole around His still-hard base and wrap my arms tightly around His slick back, not wanting to let Him go as we lay there catching our breath.
Everything felt exactly right in every possible way.
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