Scout Rob In Control Part 4
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Preface-This story is fiction based on a fantasy I wish to happen. The recalling of earlier events in life are based off of true events, but the names have been changed to protect those involved. The use of any screenname is the author's and you do have permission to look at those sites with the consent of this author.
Thank you to the many people who either e-mailed me or went to Recon and gave me feedback on Parts 1, 2 & 3 and again I welcome feedback on this part story. Also happy to receive messages on my Tumblr page, which a few of you did. Also have enjoyed the correspondence with other faggots as well as Sirs from all over. Always try to respond to you went you contact this faggot. Please e-mail me at kcamsub@gmail.com Go to my Recon account kcam Tumblr kcolderfaggot
Also wanted to let you know an Alpha Sir in England dared me to write about the first time this faggot realized it was a true submissive faggot. That story is on my Tumblr page.
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Scout Rob In Control Part 4
Saturday morning and I still feel Rob's cum on my face. What's amazing is the fact that I really slept well last night, which I had not been doing for quite a while. Lying there naked, in bed, with cum all over my face and my cock leaking it just seemed like a faggot's paradise. Then it hit me, I won't see Rob for 3 plus weeks; not until tax season is over. That brought me back into reality real quick. I guess for the next few weeks I would just have to find "fun" in other ways.
The weekend was filled with normal things that had to get completed, from laundry to go to the store. I had three, of the next five days, assigned to substitute, so that would help me get through this first week. On Sunday, I had a sometime as I was waiting for a load of laundry to get done. I went on nifty and started looking through stories. Found one that caught my attention dealing with a married guy wanting cock, but bargained for more. He went to the park, down a trail and waited, then when this guy came up he took control of the married man. Ultimately, this guy made this married man strip, walk out of the park and back to his car, naked and then ordered him to keep coming back to the park, which he did. As I was about 2/3s of the way through the story, I realized not only was I leaking, but I was hard and jacking on my cock, and damn it felt good. I just kept reading and jacking, and before long, my balls were ready to explode, so I quickly got my hand up to the head of my cock and shot a load into my hand. Grabbing my phone, I took a pic of the cum-filled hand next to my cock and snapped it. Then I started licking it off my hand and took a selfie. Once the licking was completed, I sent both pics to Rob, with the message, "Cum that has been built up since Friday night Sir." It just felt good.
So the next week pretty much ran as planned. I worked on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. On Tuesday had lunch with old friends. These were two other teachers I worked with before I retired, Mitch and Gary, and always fun to be around. They both had children and seemed happily married, but most of the time when we would get together the conversation was about the state of education and politics, since the three of us were usually on the same page. It really was a relaxing lunch. In the evenings did little around the house, except to get ready for the next day and maybe read a little off of Nifty. So when Friday rolled around, I was pretty ready to do something.
Once awake, I could tell I was already horny and raring to go. Took most of the morning just reading Nifty stories and looking at my Tumblr account at the pics and new pics. Chatted a little on Recon, mainly with a couple of local Sirs, who were at work so couldn't do anything. Around 11, I went into high gear; getting ready to head over to Sunrise Arcade for some fun. When arriving, it was surprisingly busy, seeing several cars there since it was just after 11:30 in the morning. No matter, after the usual paying up in front, I headed back to the booths and the place appeared to already be humming. Did the usual quick cruise around then found a booth being used with the open unlocked. I didn't care about who was in there, I wanted cock. Opening the door and with a quick nod from the guy, I was in and on my knees. His pants dropped to his ankles and he lifted his shirt and started playing with his nipples as I went to town on his cock. It was a nice size cock and was hard as a rock. Then he took hold of the back of my head and skull fucked me till he finally moaned and shot his cum deep into my throat. I barely could taste it since he shoved his cock so far back in my mouth. After finishing cleaning him up, I got up and left and looked for more. For the next hour, I spent my time going in and out of booths, sucking on cocks and getting plenty of cum. Even one guy said afterwards, he had to go piss now, so I offered to be his urinal and he let me. It was a day for bottom cocksucking faggots, since it seemed most of the guys there were interested in getting sucked, not the ones doing the sucking. One time when I came out of a booth, there he was.
It was the 5'8" guy, the one that was here the last time I was at the arcade, and he was looking even hotter. He immediately recognized me and gave me a smiled. Then he walked away and of course I started to follow to see what might happen. He stopped to talk with this one guy who was a bit older and taller, but built like the first guy. I just walked past, made eye contact then stared at his crotch. I stopped a bit further down the aisle and he started moving again. Passing me, he gave me a slight nod and of course I followed. We went right into the larger booth where he locked the door.
"Okay, faggot, we have been here before. Strip," was commanded. As I stripped off my clothes he told me what was going to happen this time.
"I am going to leave the booth and you will lock it. When you hear three knocks on the door, unlock and open the door wide, so I can see if you can follow orders and are naked. Don't hide." As he was saying all this, I finished stripping and stood there with my hands behind my head. He had walked over and started squeezing my balls and I moaned. With a half-smile, he then smacked my balls pretty hard. "Remember 3 knocks," and he left. I locked the door standing there naked and waiting. I could hear people walking around outside the booth, but that was normal, but what did he have in store for me now.
What seemed like forever, I finally heard the three knocks on the door. I unlocked the door, standing there naked, I opened it up wide as he had instructed me to do. But it wasn't just him there, but him and 2 other guys looking at me. One of them was the guy he was talking with when I passed him earlier and the other was an Asian about 5'4" with an average build.
"See men, I told you he was a true faggot. Come on in and let's have some fun."
It was clear I was in for some hard times. First, the Asian had to pee, so I was ordered to take his piss. While he was peeing in my mouth, the older one started squeezing and twisting my balls. My main guy (for lack of better description) who started this, just sat down, pulled out his cock and watched as the other two went after me. The two of them together started playing with my asshole. I was glad I had prepped it earlier. One would stick his finger in and then take it out, then the other. Before long I could feel two fingers in there and they were stretching my hole. It seemed like they wanted to make sure that my ass was ready for anything, including a semi-truck. Things changed as the Asian told me to get down on all fours, which I did. His cock was already out from peeing earlier, so he slapped my ass and began to fuck me bareback. While he was doing this, the older man, got his pants off and then put his cock in my mouth. Expecting to just suck his dick, he let loose with a piss flow from hell to my surprise. I took it all. Then I heard the door open and close. Realizing my main man had not locked it, so anyone could watch or even come in. The older gentleman started face fucking me, so I was being spit-roasted right there. I am sure things happened faster than what they seem, but before long I felt stuff hitting my head and back. At first I thought it was spit, then I realized it was cum...others were jacking off on me while I was being spit-roasted. The Asian was started going faster and was panting harder, and with a hard push, he shot his cum deep up my cumhole. After a short bit, the older gentleman took his cock out of my mouth and they switched places. I was forced to clean the Asian, while my older friend now entered my well lubed ass. While this was going on, I heard the door open and close a couple of times, then as I finished the Asian cleaning, I again felt more cum on my back, my ass and my head. My main man got up and put his dick in my mouth and I started to suck. The door opened again and this time with several leaving, but I didn't think anyone entered. The older gentleman all of a sudden thrusted in me and came in droves up my cumhole. The two switched places, so I could clean the older gentleman and now the man I really wanted fucking me was doing it hard. He obviously had been jacking, because it did not take long for him to add his cum to the pool in my ass. I cleaned his cock, and the two of them got dressed and left me on all fours. My main man even spitted on me as he was leaving, saying, "hope to see you soon faggot."
I got up and locked the door so I could get dress. I was drained so it took me a little bit of time, but once dressed, I exited the booth and headed through the store and out to my car. Once in the car, I picked up my phone and there was a message on it from Rob. "Looks like you had a great load there fag, and I am sure tasted good." OMG, it was a response from the pic I had sent him. I responded, "it did Sir, but not as good as yours Sir." Then I started to drive home, when I heard the "bing" on my phone which meant I had another message. Once in my garage and I looked at the message...again from Rob. "Sent the pics to Richard and he wants to see all of them as well. So from now you send to Richard and me at the same time, fag." A quick response of "Yes, Sir" was sent. To say the least, I did nothing for the rest of the day but to recover and smile.
I thought the weekend would be just another weekend, getting things done around the house etc., but that changed about 4 o'clock on Saturday. As I was cleaning the kitchen, I heard the sound from my phone of a message on Recon. It was from an old Sir that I still service from now and again. On his profile he shows that he is about 70% passive, but when the dominant side shows up he is looking for action. He lives about 17 miles from me and he usually likes to play late at night. This way we can play outside without being seen or disturbing the neighbors. Once he had me come up to his place, after it snowed about 2 inches. The orders were simply, when I arrived to take my shoes off in the car, then walk around to the back. At the bottom of the stairs (that lead up to his outdoor deck), strip and fold the clothes...walk up the steps and put clothes on the small table by sliding doors, then kneel at the end of the deck facing the sliding doors so he could see me and then he would come out when he was ready. When he came out he made first lie face down in the snow, then go back down the stairs and run around his backyard in the snow. He also likes gunge and mess play outside. He did this several ways including a place by his front stoop behind the hedge he called "the hole" that he would put me in and pour things on me and usually piss on me. I open the message and read it.
"hey faggot, need a session tonight, you available?"
"Yes, Sir. what time Sir?"
"Be here at midnight. Will text special instructions to you on the way up depending on if neighbors are still up"
"Yes Sir."
So now my Saturday night (really Sunday morning) was being taken up with a session from a Sir I hadn't seen in about a year and a half. I spent the next few hours reading stories on Nifty and looking at pics to get my libido going so I could ready for session. I had no idea what he was in the mood for so around 10 I started to prep myself. Since he had not said anything about cleaning out my ass, I assumed he might want to do something with it. With that in mind, my shower buddy was put to good use, then the dildo was used to loosen up that ass hole. It was now about 11:15, so I got dressed and headed up there. It usually takes about 30 minutes and I knew to be on time, so I always went early then would drive around the neighborhood until it was close to the time. As I entered the neighborhood around 11:45, the text sound on the phone went off. Pulling over, I looked at the message.
"When you arrive, strip to your underwear in the car and walk around to the back. If you didn't wear underwear go naked. (I had worn underwear...tighty whities). Go onto the deck and lay flat on your back in the middle of the deck."
Okay that is what is said so that is what I will do. Pulled into his driveway with about 5 minutes before midnight. I stripped to my underwear, then looked around a bit to see what his neighbors might be doing. Getting out of the car, went around the house to the backyard, up the steps and laid down on the deck. Typical spring night, so it was somewhat cool. Then he finally came out and stood over me. Letting his cock out of his pants, he took a giant piss all over me, pissing this faggot down from head to foot. He then took his foot and planted on my crotch and pressed down...which I moaned of course.
"Damn, boy you got the bottom of this shoe wet with piss. Lick it clean," which he took his shoe and put it in my face. I started licking like crazy. After a while he took it away and said, "got those soaked panties off you boy and crawl inside." I followed his orders, leaving my briefs outside and crawled inside. Telling me to stand up he grabbed my balls and started walking to the basement door, where we went downstairs. With just a dim light on, he walked me over to one of the beams that had rope hanging from it. He tied both hands up and then blindfolded me. Then it came...THWACK... it was his flogger and he was working this faggot's back and ass. He would smack me about for two or three minutes then rub my back and ass. He did this off and on for about 45 minutes, even sometimes doing a little tit torture and ball stretching and slapping. He never draws blood and again he did not, but my back and ass were bright red and on fire.
"Looks like this faggot's back could use some cooling down. Go upstairs and then crawl back onto the deck and sit in the chair out there, at the far end, boy". He took off my blindfold and I proceeded upstairs.
The chair was facing outward so I couldn't see what he was doing. But it was his favorite chair, because it was a rim seat with a short back, so he could have access to my ass as well. I heard him inside moving things around and doing things, but finally he came out, and with short bungie cords, he tied my body, legs and all, to the chair. Then it started; first, a whole jar of molasses was poured on my head and started dripping all over my body. Yes, he was now in the mood for some mess (gunge) play. As molasses was dripping down my face, it was hard to see what he would do next. I felt something cold being poured on my dick and balls and figured it was some type of salad dressing. Then everything from chocolate syrup to cooking oil was dumped over me. Then I felt something at my asshole, then it poked into my asshole. I could feel the spray which was whip cream you spray out of a can and now it was going into my ass. He finally sat down in the chair in front of me, and was jacking on his cock. I think he had it out most of the time. He just talking to me, calling me a faggot, queer whatever, and then finally stood up and got right up on me and shot his load all over my face and chest. Then he smeared it into the rest of the stuff.
"Okay, here is the deal boy, I threw your panties into the back yard. You can go home just like you are, or find your panties and then I will rinse you off with the hose. Your call boy...what's your answer."
"Please Sir, let me find my panties so you may rinse this faggot off Sir."
"Good answer boy." With that he undid the bindings and told me to go look for them. I took me a couple of minutes, but I am sure he was enjoying watching me run around his yard naked, covered in mess, with just the moon light shining. Once I found them I went to where he was standing with the hose. I have done this before, and know the water will be cold, but it still a shock. He just stood there with the pressure on high as I turned around and tried to get most everything off me. He made me turn and bend over and he took the hose and put it up to my ass to try and get out some of the whip cream, but not all came out.
"You look pretty good boy. Okay one last thing...on your knees boy," which I did immediately. He took out his cock again and let loose with a second round of piss all over me, just after getting everything else off. He took my briefs, then put them over my head making sure I could see out using the two leg openings for my eyes.
"Okay boy you're ready to go. Wear those home like that and don't take them off until in your house. You need to walk into your house naked as well fag. Understand?"
"Yes Sir." With that, dripping from both the rinse off and new golden shower, I walked around his house and got to my car. Luckily, I always have an old towel behind the driver's seat, so I got it out and put it down so I could sit on it. I knew better than to try and dry myself because Sir usually watches this faggot leave. Drove all the way home, wearing my briefs on my head, hoping not to get stopped or pull up next to someone. Whew...I made it and even made inside without being spotted. I threw the briefs into the laundry basket and proceeded to take a shower then head to bed.
When I got up Sunday, I knew the week was not going to be too bad, but it still seemed like a long time until the lake with Rob. Had a couple of substitute positions, went on Recon with little success, saw some friends, ran over to Sunrise Arcade (with little action of just some cock sucking), and jacked off on Tuesday and Friday, both times sending to Rob and Richard pics of my deed. Neither one text me back, but that was okay. The only unique thing that week was one time on Recon...my mystery man, BIMASTER77 messaged me, late Friday night. It was short and to the point, and he had sent it when I was off line and now he was off line. That meant, I didn't have to send a response quickly, but I knew I still should.
It said, "Hey faggot, I still think This Master needs to take some control over you and your faggot dick."
My response was also simple..."would love to explore the possibilities, Master Sir."
Most of the weekend was spent thinking `less than two weeks until the lake'...could I make it? On Sunday afternoon, I got a text message from Richard. When I opened it, it was a pic of him, looking down his belly towards his cock and you could see he just came. The message with it was, "wasted protein, next time you will have it in you or on you, fag." My response, "want your cum Sir," which in turn got me a smiley face from him. Just got back a smiley face. Using his pic, I had to jack off again, and again I sent a pic to both Rob and Richard. Finally, late Sunday night I got a text from Rob stating "looks like you're still looking forward to the lake" with a devil emoji with it. Just sent back an emoji of a pig and smiley fact, but at least I know he looked at the pics.
The next week looked pretty typical; with a couple of days (Tuesday & Wednesday) substituting work and doing some errands here and there. But BIMASTER77 took more action on Recon. Monday night I got a message from him which got me thinking about him and who he might be.
"Hey slut, this Master wants to come over sometime to work your cock and balls. Interested faggot?"
He was online this time, so I wasn't sure I would get an immediate response, but did respond by saying, "Yes BiMaster, this faggot is, Sir"
Not even a minute later, I got a response and we were into a discussion.
"Good. To let you know that I am married, so we have to do anything at your place fag"
"That is fine Sir."
"Thinking Thursday evening might be good. I usually go jogging on Tuesdays and Thursdays evenings, so can arrange to stop by for a session with you faggot. Is this possible?"
"Very possible Sir. Did you have something in particular you were wanting from this faggot Sir?"
"Since it was be our first session, I thinking it will be somewhat quick, but still want to have some fun with that body and ass of yours fag." It didn't surprise me he made that reference, since I have an ass pic on my profile page. I don't have a facial pic, but do have a couple of body pics on there as well, so when they mention stuff like this, it does not raise any unique thoughts.
"What will you to do with this fag Sir?"
"Curious, do you have a blindfold fag?"
"Yes Sir"
"Good, for this session, Master does NOT want to expose his face to his new fag. He wants this to be a mystery, even after Master leaves." Wow, this is already getting my cock to drip. "You will leave your front door unlock. Then you will wait for me at the top of your stairs naked, standing on the landing with your hands behind your head, legs spread, and your back to me. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." This really didn't surprise me too much, since I have done something similar with a couple of other Sirs. But why he doesn't want to show his face, even at the end...very interesting.
"When I come in, I will be sweaty from jogging. After inspecting you with my hands, I will then strip and you will lick off the sweat from my armpits and chest."
"Yes Sir."
"We can see where it will go from there, fag. Gotta run, but will be leaving you messages here during the next couple of days. Keep Thursday evening open fag."
"Yes, Sir. have a good evening BiMaster." With that, he signed off and my mind signed on to the possibilities. I was thinking about the experience and fun of him "inspecting me" and playing with me. Even the licking of the sweat was such a turn on, but it finally dawned on me, how did he know that I lived in a two story house with an upstairs? How did he know at the top of the stairs was a landing? Holy crap, did this Master know me?
Tuesday and Wednesday were somewhat similar in that I went to work and when I would get home, there would be a message for me on Recon from BIMASTER77. On Tuesday the message was adding more about what to expect Thursday night.
"In addition to the armpit bath, I will lead you into your bedroom, using your cock as my lead, unless you have a collar and leash or even better a leash just for your cock. You will be pushed down to your knees where, I will get on all fours of your bed and you will proceed to rim my ass. Just like my armpits, it will be sweaty and you will need to clean it. We will finish the session with you sucking my cock until I am ready to shoot, then I will shoot it all over you face to make you look like a true cum slut you are fag. Understand jackyboi?"
It hit me, this Master knows me and knows my name is Jack. Even though he was not online, I responded with, "Yes, Sir. this faggot does have a leash it uses just for its cock Sir. it will be available for you or it can have it on when You arrive Sir. btw Sir, do you know this faggot Sir?" I figured I wouldn't get any response that night.
After work on Wednesday, there was another message.
"Yes jackyboi, we do know each other, that is part of the reason for no face this session. Have the leash on your cock so I can use it to guide you around fag. Also have your phone nearby already with Recon up and running. When we finish the session and I have left, you will not remove the blindfold until you hear that sound that you have a message on Recon. That will be me giving you permission to remove the blindfold fag. I will take a pic of your cum face so I can remember the faggot you are jackyboi."
He was still online, so I responded thinking I might get a response back. "Yes Sir, this faggot can have all of that ready Sir. what time do you think you will be here Sir?"
"I am aiming between 7 and 7:30. Not a lot of talking will happen. There will be few voice commands from Master, but you now know what to expect fag. Does it bother you that we know each other jackyboi?"
"no Sir, but it does intrigue this faggot Sir."
"Good boy. I will message you tomorrow sometime after 6 to be a bit more precise on time, but be ready by 6. You do not have to clean out your ass, this session will not involve ass play other than the inspection time fag. All clear jackyboi?"
"yes, Sir," and with that he signed off.
Thursday rolled around and in the morning had to get several things done, that I had been putting off. It was a good distracting from thinking all day about this evening's activities. Also, Gary had called and he and Mitch were doing lunch, so I joined them for another round of bull shitting. When I got home in the early afternoon, I received a text message from Rob.
"Need a list of all you play toys and accessories you have by Friday night. E-mail them to me," and he left his e-mail address. That really was not going to be a problem, so I started to go through what I had in my mind. Since he gave me until Friday night, I would get everything out tomorrow to make sure, then e-mail it to him. The rest of the afternoon was just time spent looking at nude pics or reading Nifty stories. I had my Recon profile up ready to get a message from BIMASTER77. Had a light dinner so I had food in me but not stuffed, and started getting ready. The only thing I needed out was my light choker collar leash for a small dog that I use to wrap around my dick and balls for a leash. I took another shower, but put no deodorant or cologne on...just my man smell. Finally around 6:15, I heard the message sound and went to my computer. It was from him.
"Will be there between 7:15 and 7:30 fag. Be ready jackyboi." Okay that gives me an hour, but still plan on being ready shortly after 7. Damn, I was already leaking thinking about all this. It still seemed like the longest hour but it gave me time to think about who is this and HOW did he know from my profile who I was? This is still the big question and yet a really turn on as well. A little after 7, I put on the leash around my cock and balls and got my blindfold out...I was ready. I went downstairs and unlocked the front door then went back upstairs and stood there waiting for the door to open or to hear him coming up on the front porch.
Finally, I heard foots steps on my front porch, so I put on the blindfold and took the standard position. Hearing he front door open, my heart started racing and my cock was dripping big time. Then I heard him climb the stairs and as he reach the top I felt a finger go down my crack line.
"Good", in a strange whisper, right into my ear, and that is all that was said. He then started to take both hands and work my ass cheeks, smacking them every so often. Making me bend over, he examined my hole, but did not put a finger inside. Standing back up, he came around to the front and "inspected" my tits, then grabbed them and twisted. A moan out of me is what he heard, then he let go and patted my cheek. Still inspecting, he played with my cock and balls; bouncing them, pulling on the balls to stretch them, smacking my cock around and just having some fun. Stopping, I heard him start to strip. Next thing I felt was him naked right behind me, with his hard cock pressing against my ass, while he played with my tits again. He kind of blew on my neck while doing all this. I could feel the sweat from his body, then he came around to my side and grabbed my head and planted it in his right armpit. I started licking it, giving him the best tongue bath I could. He kept pushing my head in further and the smell was so intoxicating. He then moved to my other side and did the same with his left armpit. Almost feeling high on just the man smell he then guided me to his chest and I did a tongue bath there. After a few minutes, he pulled back my head and with that whisper tone said, "Open". I opened my mouth and he spit in it. This put me over the top and I was sure my cock was leaking badly.
He moved around to the front and grab the leash and yanked on it for me to start moving. He took me into my bedroom and I felt him wipe some of the precum off my cock. Feeling his finger next to my mouth and I started lick it off. He then guided me down, next to my bed on my knees. Hearing him moving around and getting on my bed, what happened next was his hand guiding my head to his asshole. He was on all fours and I rimmed him the best that I could. Sensing he was jacking himself, I would take my tongue in and out of the asshole as well as up and down the crack itself. Suddenly he stopped and I could tell he was turning around. He had me scoot back a bit, so he could stand while he got a blow job. I worked the cock as best as I could. It was just an average cock, about 6 plus inches hard, but it sure tasted good. After a short while, he pulled out and started jerking himself, then shot a load all over my face. It was several streams of cum and it felt good. Still blindfolded, I had no idea how I looked. Then I remembered him saying he would take a pic. Next thing I knew he was kind of next to me, and then the click of the pic was taken. He patted me on my ass and whispered, "good jackyboi," but I couldn't recognize the voice. It was too soft and sounded like he was trying to change it.
Hearing him getting dressed, he came back into the bedroom and whispered again, "wait for message fag." I knew that meant not to remove the blindfold until I heard the message on my phone (and my computer since it was up as well). He patted my ass again, then I could hear him descend the stairs and go out the front door. There I was naked, with cum on my face, blindfolded waiting for a message. I am such a faggot, because I knew to obey these orders. I thought it would be 20 or 30 minutes until he got to the computer, but it really was less than 5 minutes and I heard the message sound for Recon. My first thought, however, was that someone else was messaging me, but since I heard it, I went on ahead and took the blindfold off and looked at the message. It was from him.
"Thanks jackyboi, you are such a good faggot. On your phone is a pic of you with cum all over your face and the cock that gave it to you. POST IT ON YOUR PROFILE NOW. I will be looking for it. If not posted in the next 30 minutes, our friends will find out what kind of faggot you are. Do it jackyboi." I immediately looked for the pic, and yes there it was; my face with the cum and the blindfold on, with a dripping cock right next to my head. Nice looking.
I went to my profile page to post the pic and to my surprise I found three new pics on there that I hadn't posted there. They were three of the pics that I had sent back to Rob of the 10 I liked, including the one of me standing in standard position at the grill. I had forgotten that Rob had my password and he put them on Recon. I now figured out how BIMASTER77 knew it was me. I posted the new pic and sent a message back to BIMASTER77.
"have posted the pic BiMaster. You have a very nice cock Sir. thank you for letting me service you and hopefully again soon Sir."
A few minutes later a message of "good faggot and yes we will jackyboi, but I'm sure I will see you around before then." My cock is still dripping like crazy with the thought of my face pic on my profile and who is BIMASTER77. Looking at the clock is was 8:30 so I decided to jack off thinking about everything that happened. I kept looking at that cock next to my head and thinking how hot that was and knowing that I know this mystery man and this will make it even weirder until we meet again. I jacked for about 15 to 20 minutes then let my load rip. Took a pic of the load and then of me licking the load. I sent both pics to Rob and Richard.
Richard immediately text me back, "nice cum on your face fag." I had forgotten that I had cum from my friend on my face.
Just texted back, "just serviced a cock, but wish it was yours."
The response, "it will be soon faggot." With that I went and took a shower and headed for bed.
Friday morning; one week till the lake. Okay, Rob wanted a list of all the "fun" stuff I had. I decided to get everything out and not only make a list but photograph everything, so he can see what it is. Using my bed to put stuff on, I divided things into three categories. The first was anal "fun toys", which included dildos and anal bead plus lube. Laying it out on the bed, a snapped a picture of everything. Category 2 was binding and restraints, so I did the same thing and took the pic. The last I called everything else, and took a picture of that as well. Now using the pictures, I attached those to an e-mail for Rob and then typed what each picture had. At the end of the e-mail I told him I was looking forward to the trip. I also thanked him for putting the pics of me on my profile. Then I sent the e-mail.
Shortly after that, I got a text message from Rob. "Nice pic from yesterday, loved the cum on your face faggot."
Responding, "thank you Sir. serviced an Alpha Sir, but would rather have yours and/or Richard's cum on this faggot's face Sir."
He texted back, "Good response. Check your e-mail tomorrow morning for details on things for next weekend." Then a second text came through almost immediately, "Also DO NOT jack off until I tell you to, at the lake. You may edge, but no cum boy."
I texted back, "Yes Sir, may I still service other Alpha Sirs, Sir Rob?"
"Only blow jobs!" Okay I could still go over to Sunrise Arcade if I wanted to, but nothing else probably. He really wanted me built up sexually when we go. Did very little for the weekend except wait for Rob's text, look at pics on Tumblr, chat on Recon, and get things ready for the lake. On Saturday, when Rob's e-mail came through it was very clear. It told me what to pack of the stuff I showed him, which it might have been easier to say what NOT to pack. Then at the end of the e-mail he said the follow
...you are to bring these things over to my house and leave them on the front door step. You will also need to include in this sandals and/or water-shoes you can wear (like at the pool). You are to deliver this on Wednesday afternoon and text me when you completed that. I will text you again on Monday or Tuesday of other things I will need you to buy for the trip. I will text you the time we will be leaving on Friday later in the week, just do not substitute that day...
Well, I only had a Monday substitute assignment and I blocked off the rest of the week in anticipation of the lake. The rest of the weekend, I just hung around the house doing the weekend chores and playing on line. Sunday, I packed everything that was on the list into a duffle bag and put it by the door. Now all I had to do was to wait and see what other orders he had for me in preparing for the lake. When I got home Monday night, there was an e-mail from Rob telling me that I needed to go to the store and buy the following for the weekend. * Cooking Oil-2 bottles * 2 different kinds of salad dressing, my choice * Molasses * A case of beer * 2 liters of soda pop, my choice (probably 3 or 4) He said he had everything else. Also if I had any bungie cords to throw them into the other stuff to bring. Okay this meant on Tuesday it was going to be shopping day. Then later that night I got a text from Mitch saying he and Gary were doing lunch on Thursday and was wondering if I wanted to join them. It was a good distraction for me and would help make Thursday go faster, so I said sure. That evening I went to Sunrise Arcade, but it was really dead. I sucked a couple of cocks and then left.
Wednesday morning, I texted Rob asking him should I bring the stuff I bought at the same time as the other or wait until Friday. He texted back to bring everything. About 2 o'clock I headed for Rob's, since I didn't want to deal with rush hour traffic. I made it will no problem. I put everything on his front porch, then I took a pic of me with the stuff, and sent him a text with the pic, saying everything was there. He texted back that was perfect. Now I had to wait till Friday to see him or be used by him.
I was so thankful for the distraction on Thursday with Mitch and Gary. We went to one of our normal places for a simple lunch. Like always we chatted about the politics of the time and the craziness of education in America at this time. The only thing that threw me was when Gary asked me what I was doing this weekend. I was a bit caught off guard, but was able to say, "Just heading to the lake with some friends." But his reply was a bit funny... "Sounds like an orgy to me" and then we all laughed.
After that I went home and just tried to relax. But as I headed to bed all I could think about was that tomorrow I was going to be used at the lake...and my cock just kept leaking.