MASTER STUD NEXT DOOR
I stood in the kitchen window watching across the pool deck to the flat directly opposite from mine. Little did I know what an amazing ride I was in for, as I took in the visage of this young stud, who would become my Master and Daddy, as he was in the process of moving into my complex in Amsterdam.
Golden brown, with the hint of recent sun burn, this chiseled Apollo was the very essence of unbridled sexual desire. His body was clearly the product of devotion to working out religiously. His image had my mind racing. His pecs flexing enticingly under the soft fabric of his tank top. The veins in his arms popping from moving boxes into his unit. His thighs solid, displaying their full definition after the many trips from the truck to his flat.
And unless, I was mistaken, the nylon shorts he was wearing were ever so subtly highlighting a member of considerable size, which appeared at least to me anyway, to be slightly erect. Maybe the heat, 88 degrees Fahrenheit, or maybe it was the friction of the nylon rubbing against his groin. All I knew was my mouth was watering just thinking of deepthroating this young man?s cock. Finally, I thought to myself enough voyeurism. I?m going to bring my trash out and coincidentally run into my new neighbor across the way. I was chubbed by the time I opened the door to my place to leave.
As I crossed the pool deck and looked up to his floor, I could see he was still standing near his door. My?our complex is a luxury complex near the canals. A large central courtyard with tennis courts, sauna, whirlpool and Olympic sized swimming pool. Stairs lead up from the courtyard to the different living levels, with each unit?s entrance clearly visible. As I climbed the steps that led up to meet my Adonis-like neighbor, I suddenly realized that the best part was that the configuration of the units has my bedroom window positioned directly opposite his.
It is a moment that I will never forget. He was leaning down to grapple with some boxes which gave me the opportunity to take in the sight of this breathtakingly gorgeous young man. He had his back to me as I approached. His bronzed shoulders and delts flexing as he struggled with the boxes was what I noticed first. I couldn?t help but check him out from his stylish kiks, up his smooth, taught calves and thighs and then up to two heavenly globes of solid muscle nesting in his perhaps one size too small lycra shorts. His black shorts and top contrasting beautifully with his amazing tan.
He must have heard me as he stood and slowly turned around. He said what must have been hello, but my ears were buzzing and my mind was lost in a lustful haze. His bright smile and sparkling eyes made me melt where I stood. I was his at that moment.
His extended hand broke me out of my trance. He introduced himself as Paul but soon would become Master, a transplant to Germany from Russia He was about 5??8 with sandy blond hair that was highlighted by his obvious time in the hot summer sun. He was a slim to athletic build with nearly perfect body symmetry. The more I looked, the more attributes about him at which I found to marvel. This young god was the epitome of a fucking STUD!
I think he sensed that my chance ?running into him? might have been a little more, as he gave me a cocky smile when I lingered a bit too long on that rod in his shorts. Might have been my mind playing tricks on me but I thought it filled out the front of his shorts a bit more as my eyes were transfixed by what they were taking in.
As I mentioned, it was hot and the slightest sheen of sweat glistened on the smooth perfection before me. After helping Master move the remaining boxes from the walkway, I offered a cold drink at my place. As he had not stocked up on drinks, or any food for that matter, he said sure and followed me over. When he walked into my living room, he noticed my rig and LSD on the table and said ?nice, not sure I like it yet but we?ll have to smoke and trip some time.? Getting baked with my new hottie friend and exploring our respective boundaries had my mind racing anew.
I offered soda, but he asked if I had something more of an adult nature. So I broke out the Cognac. The first for each of us went quickly and Master loosened up a bit more about halfway through his second drink. He shared some of his experiences about different places where he lived and also that he was into fitness and reading.
At that point, he simply said to me, ?Enough, it?s time to take you and make you mine bitch boi.? and grabbed my head and leaned in. Seizing control, I was met with the moist, firm, full lips of this young Russian God. His mouth opened ever so slowly with his tongue inching its way into my eagerly receptive mouth. The adrenaline coursing through my veins had me shivering almost uncontrollably as I experienced the passion of this stud flowing into me. All else was a blank?just me and him entwined.
His eyes closed, I held my head near his neck looking down his torso and held it there without making contact. I just slowly and purposefully exhaled onto his exposed skin, causing goose bumps and an occasional sensuous shiver. I could feel the heat emanating off his body. I watched the rhythmic timing of his breath, his muscled chest rising and falling as the sexual tension brought a rosy flush to Master?s face. I had to have all this embodiment of perfection could give. And something told me this young man would take my mind and body to pleasures never before experienced. And I hoped to do the same for him.
I rubbed my hand over his heavily muscled back and down to his slightly exposed glutes. The heat, the firmness, the power of his toned, young body had me thoroughly immersed in the moment. Nothing else mattered but to pleasure him. Then suddenly he playfully bit at my lower lip and backed away. He smiled, looked at me ever so mischievously and said, ?in good time my son.?
With that, he got up and left. But before he went back to his place he said, ?You?ll want to go to bed at 11, and leave your door unlocked.? Before his words could register, he was gone. I sat there stunned at his words and what had just happened. Was I really just in my place with the hottest young guy in Amsterdam? What did he mean by his words? And what did Master have in store for me?
I grabbed something to eat and spent the next few hours reliving what had transpired earlier that day. I tried not to watch the clock with a degree of futility as the closer it got to 11 the more my mind ran wild with the fantasies spawning feverishly within.
Promptly at 11, I went into my room and looked across the way. Having just moved in, there were no curtains or blinds in Master?s room. The room was dark and I began to think that the day?s events might be all that would happen. I was still buzzing with the intensity of what happened. So what a day!
But as I was about to lay down for the night, the light in Master?s room came on. He emerged from the en suite bathroom with only a towel around his waist. I could see his wet hair, his angelic face, his broad tanned shoulders, his powerfully muscled chest, the ridges of his six pack, his intoxicating V-lines and a mound under that tightly wrapped towel that had me hard in an instant.
He must have put on some music, because he began to sway and then dance around his room, in full view through his window. What a sight?this sexy stud moving ever so gracefully and displaying a sultriness that well?let?s say I could feel the wet spot growing in my boxer briefs.
The consummate showman, Master went from sultry to iron forge hot as he seduced me by seducing himself. He flexed and posed in the oversized mirror all the units have in the master bedroom. He stood admiring the fruits of his long hours in the gym. He slowly worked himself into a state of arousal, all the while dancing. It was hypnotic, irresistible and inescapable. He had me. He was in control and he was going to show me what it meant to be his.
As he slowly lowered the towel over his hips, his firm, tanned glutes came into view. His ass was magnificent with perfectly shaped muscle, hairless and solid like a skater?s. He ran his hands over this perfection, working ever so slowly toward his hole. First one finger, then two?soon it was clear he was fully aroused. When he turned around showing me his fully engorged cock, I actually lost my breath. His eight inch rod was rock hard and it looked like pre cum was dripping from its tip. He sat on the bed and methodically worked over his body with a sensuality I had never seen. He played with his perfect nipples until they stood erect on his chest. He worked his cock with the skin of his shaft sliding up over the head again and again until it spasmed involuntarily to the point where I thought he would cum.
I was about to shoot myself, but Master inexplicably reached over and turned off the light in his room. But before he did, he leaned on his side and looked directly into my window and smiled that intoxicating smile of his. I sat there speechless, cock in hand thinking my god this kid is amazing. Little did I know what an understatement that would turn out to be.
My first thought was that I had to relax, so I went to the living room and sparked up my rig. I had some OG wax a friend had brought from a California dispensary that was seriously good shit. A couple of hits brings on a nice rolling high. It also amplifies sensory perception like nothing I?ve ever tried before.
With a few hits in, I returned to my bed for a good night?s rest. I had just begun to fall asleep when I thought I heard my front door open. After a few seconds, I convinced myself that it had been my imagination. A few minutes later, I had the unmistakable sense of a presence standing beside me. Then I heard his words, ?Get down on your knees!? I didn?t argue.
I dropped before my young god of a neighbor and let the tip of his cock slip into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around the head and played with the slit as it began to stiffen. Oh the power of this young man?s turgid cock was almost more than I could bear. Its girth, its length, its shape were in a word ideal. The weed had taken away all of my inhibitions so deepthroating was effortless. It also caused every sensation to be magnified so that I could feel every bit of Master as he slid in and out of my throat. Then he grabbed the back of my head, he began to skull fuck me with reckless abandon. Verbalizing assertively, ?Oh yeah!?, ?Take it!?, ?You need my big cock don?t you!?, ?Your throat feels so good!?, ?Daddy?s going to cum down your throat boi!? The grunts, the moans, the pounding of my face against his abs as he buried his cock in my head had my mind swirling. All I wanted in the world was to make Master, my Daddy, feel as much pleasure as possible.
We went at it for about half an hour before he layed me down on the bed with my head over the edge. I knew what was about to happen and I thought I was going to cum at the thought of it. In position, Daddy lined his cock up with my awaiting mouth. He slid it in with care, with his plump balls resting on my chin as he did so.
To my surprise he let it rest inside me with just a hint of pumping. I held and massaged his ass while he rested his hand across my throat. He rubbed and fondled my throat until I realized that he could feel his cock working its magic inside. He was stimulating his cock while buried in my throat. Holy shit! Daddy was going to jerk himself off using my throat. My mind was going wild in anticipation. Daddy increased the intensity, his breathing became more labored, his sounds more guttural. Taking short shallow breaths I was able to keep up somehow. Then I felt his cock go hard as steel, spasms shot through his rod, his piss slit widened and his cock head flared, expanding as I could feel the cum rise in him and into my awaiting gullet.
He grabbed my head and buried himself as deep as he could as his legs began shaking. I felt volley after volley of warmth hit the sides of my throat. I instinctively swallowed repeated increasing the intensity of his orgasm. My Russian God?s knees buckled and he fell forward taking a few seconds to recover. He told me later that my swallowing as he came made him feel like his essence was being sucked straight from his balls. I was in heaven.
The wonders of youth, after we lay for a few minutes, I began massaging Daddy, rubbing my hands over his taut body. As I worked his ass and upper inner thighs, I could feel his cock getting hard. Playing with his hole had him at full mast in no time. He asked me, ?Son are you ready to open another door in sexual pleasure?? I enthusiastically accepted his challenge. He went to a small bag he had brought with him and pulled out bungee cords. He told me to lay on my stomach with hands and feet apart. He then proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the bed. Once that was done he put a blindfold over my eyes.
He then climbed on top of me and began rubbing my back. To prove I was adequately restrained Daddy began to playfully tickle me. Satisfied, he began rubbing his flaccid cock on my ass cheeks. Before long, blood began flowing into his gorgeous member and I could feel his erection teasing my hole as he slid up and down my crack. Taking his time he worked his head into my puckering hole. I could feel him expanding my tight love tunnel so that he could have his way with me.
As I awaited the impending fucking that was to come, I realized that his cock felt like skin. OMFG Daddy was going to take me bareback! With that, his rod slid past my ring causing me to moan loudly. He slowly pumped my ass until I was ready. He slid all the way in and told me to get ready for the ride of a lifetime. The next hour and a half were sheer bliss. This young God was displaying yet another talent. He was the most gifted alpha dom maestro in bed.
The feeling of his body on mine and the restraints making me completely subservient to this stud next door was an indescribable experience. Daddy was deep inside me. We were one, with him sending shivers through my body. He pumped me with no sign of fatigue with his cock growing harder and harder. His balls tightened against his body and the sounds emanating from him were animalistic. He said he was getting close. At that point, I was hearing unintelligible sounds escaping my own mouth. It was like it wasn?t even me. My mind was completely and totally focused on the pleasure this young God was giving me.
Daddy then used his knee to spread my cheeks further apart. I have no understanding of how such a thing is possible, but my alpha owner was hammering a spot that had me on fire sexually. Each thrust increased the tingle under the balls that all men know -- that methodical escalation of stimulation that starts at the base of the spine. As he worked toward his climax, I realized that with another few thrusts, Daddy was going to make me cum.
He pumped me like he was possessed. I had never felt even remotely this level of sexual intensity and I was completely under his control. His grunts grew louder as did my moans. He shouted ?Ah here it comes fag boi? take it bitch!? and proceeded to bury himself deep inside me as he came. I told him to keep pumping as I was about to cum. He smiled and quickened to the pace to where I felt like I passed out. But I was very conscious but in an out of body state. Daddy had made me his toy?made me into mindless, quivering flesh from intense sexual overload. In amazement I realized, Daddy has changed my state of reality forever. How is such a state possible? And then it happened. Out of nowhere it hit me?. I was suddenly filled with a crushing and insatiable need to surrender and submit to Him completely.
His cock sliding freely in the load of cum in my ass put me over the edge. Hands free I let loose so much cum the bed under me became soaked. I had never had that experience before, even believing it to be an urban myth. But holy shit?Daddy had just fucked the cum out of me.
Both sweaty and covered in the night?s activity, we went in to take a shower. Daddy smacked my ass and said sternly, I want you to lay in the bottom of the shower. Wanting to please him, I dutifully climbed in. As I lay there he positioned himself over my face aiming his cock downward. He let loose a stream of piss that first hit my cheek. I don?t know why, but I had to have Daddy in every way, so I opened my mouth and he filled it with his warmth telling me to swallow, which I obediently did.
We then showered, with me washing every inch of his Michelangelo?s David type physique. Having promised to empty his balls, I proceeded to suck his reinvigorated cock. To my surprise, he then ordered me down onto the shower floor and said ?Face down and arch your back boi! I?m going to fuck you!?
I could still feel the warm, indescribable contentment in my hole from earlier. My heart rate increased and I swear my hole puckered repeatedly in anticipation. His head teased my wet hole, before sliding in so that I could feel his balls hitting my cheeks. Master, my stud neighbor, my DADDY began to channel some sex god from antiquity. He was hitting a spot that had my brain struggling to process. At times I felt like I would pass out from the sheer pleasure I was experiencing. Faster, deeper, harder the intensity increased exponentially. When I thought I couldn?t take it anymore, he said he was about to cum. His relentless pace then suddenly changed. From behind, he arched his back to force his turgid cock as deep into me as possible. As he did so, it flexed repeatedly as his balls gave up their last ounce of fluid as he fired his seed into me.
As we rinsed, Daddy held me, kissed me and whispered in my ear. ?You know you are mine. Your mouth and ass are mine anytime I want.? Spent and processing my new reality, I just said ?Yes sir. I am yours Daddy.?