My massages with Jim had continued about every two to three workweek. Sometimes the massage was the last thing on my mind, I just wanted him to use me and satisfy his want sexually with my willing trunk. A few times I arrived and he had to work. I would get on my knees and while he would work on his computer, I swallowed his semen. I found my desire to be used by him had grown and I had started to refer to myself his slut. I told him I was his to use, and he could do whatever he wanted to do to me.

Jim spoke about something new and I would have to hold off for it. At that distributor point I had been fucked by him, jerked and sucked him off. He had shot a few sentence on my brass and made me lick it up.

I had missed a few weeks and was going crazy to see him. A Tuesday Night came and I had a late night massage scheduled with him. I arrived, took a cascade, and got on table with my face down. He had come out and we chatted like we had always done. Jim was naked now and started to work on my ass. It always felt right, with his touch and my coxa pushing back against his finger.

He was about to get on the table.
Jim said, `` I need to get more oil from the cover room. ''

A few seconds later he was rubbing the oil on me and into my golf hole, and I had begun to squirm around.

He slowly got on the mesa and sat between my leg and worked my low back and ass. Then, as he had done before, he moved up and I felt his pecker sliding on my crack. I noticed I was a niggling pixilated than I had been in the past, by the difficulty he had pushing into my muddle. Jim 's perseveration in pushing, paid off. He finally slipped in, but some pain started and it felt really pie-eyed as nether region. He was moving slow and took his time. My hole finally had opened up more and he went cryptical. I had not remembered him feeling so deep before. I relaxed more and my hips rode the length of his shaft.

"postponement !"Jim was going deeper and he felt larger, then I have ever felt him before.
I then felt a kiss on my ear, I turn to look up and Jim was standing at the head word of the table. I looked over my shoulder and saw another guy fucking me. He was a young Latin guy.
Jim said, `` Paul is your surprise, hope you like him. ''
I was in ecstasy with every thrust.
Jim said,"You should savor him."He then pushed farther into my hole.
'' Oh my god ! ``

This guy was so big. He was getting larger and he was fucking me with deep recollective stokes. He was stretching my hole, with his midst and 11 inch rooster. It was at this point that Saint James the Apostle put his cock onto my rim and I gladly opened my mouth as he slid down to the back of my throat.

I felt like an piano accordion being pumped at both ends. Paul the Latin guy, pounding my ass was speeding up and breathing punishing. This was when I knew he was going to cum. Jim and Paul both pulled out and trade property. My mouth just opened at the moment Paul shot his huge hot incumbrance - watercourse after stream. The taste drove me junky and increased my desire.

Jim was behind me and had easily pushed into my stretched-out muddle. I was getting every drop out of Saul 's rooster, and then he stepped away. My centre had not fully adjusted to the dark since I had my face down in the table. When I had looked up and around the room, I saw two people on the couch watching.

Unsure if I had seen someone watching, I returned my expression to the cradle. I turned my head to watch as Jim shot his hot loading deep in my pickle and I saw another someone standing in the hall way jerking off.

Realizing that I had been watched, I got hard in an instant and precum was dripping from my cock. I was fucked by two citizenry and three others watched me, I never been so turned on.
I showered and I came out and Jim was on couch, so we talked.

He asked if I was okay with Alice Paul and the hoi polloi who watched.

Jim said,"I told the mass about you, did Paul's cock hurt you. ``

I said,"I feel amazing and it is hot to have people watch me."

He told me they thought I was a hot little male person slut and want to invite me to a peculiar event.
Jim asked,"You open to more surprises ?"
I said,"Yes !"
I was busy again and unable to get to Jim 's, but we had chatted on the phone. He asked how I had liked it again. Over the preceding weeks I was able-bodied to cerebrate about it more and more and it really got me hot every time thinking about it.

He said, `` Great, the couple that watched you would like to know if you have a job being tied up. ''
I thought for a moment and my cock got hard. I guess my consistence had told me the answer.
I replied, `` Sounds hot. ``

He told me, he would be in touch.


Author 's short letter : This is another installation of true events of my life in the past dyad years.

LAST PART

This is the terminal of my gay find narration. It has been a journeying for me. I started as a vanilla straight Male and over the past yoke years I have learned my true individuality. I had been trained to show my genuine colors, a submissive slut. My daddy/master tells me what to do, and when to do it. He saw it in me from the 1st moment we met. He slowly seduced me and led me down this pathway. I now eagerly look forward to the side by side step. It did not take long for me to reach the meridian of submission.

The text edition came during the early on voice of the week. I was told that I would require to be resign anytime between Friday and Sabbatum. I cleared my agenda and had waited to be contacted. On Friday I got the text edition giving me an address and the time to show up. Friday night, I arrived at eight o'clock at a home plate in the middle of a gated biotic community. I sat in my car, and later Jim exited the home base to utter with me.

Jim said,"I will need to blindfold you and guide you to a elbow room in the home. Then I will strap you to a platform, are you still ready for this."

All that had happened rushed through my promontory and I debated my alternative with one conclusion.
I replied,"Yes."

I stepped out of my car and walked to the door with Jim, and stood while I was blindfolded. No turning back now, I told myself. We entered and I was guided upstairs and into a room, unable to see so unsure what or who was there. In the room I was told to get undressed. I was led to the center and told to kneel. I felt a platform case of social organization in front of me. It was large and covered in a flabby blanket character of material. My hands were pulled and I was stretched over this object. Then my hands had leather strap wrapped around them and buckled. I then felt my legs spread head and strapped down.

My heart was racing and pounding hard, I may have bitten off more than I could chew. I laid there for maybe fifteen minutes when I heard the door undefended. I heard euphony coming from another parting of the house, and voices. I heard lots of voices, all rustling. I felt the front of someone standing adjacent to me, it was Jim.
Jim said,"We are going to start now, if you want to stop just say the intelligence THUNDER."

fountainhead at least I had a secure word, I had read about them in BDSM history. I felt Jim's work force softly rubbing me and then two More pairs of hands. Three citizenry are standing over me and I am stretched out on my venter, unfold wide. I heard Jim 's vox telling me to unwind and open up up.

I took a big breathing place and opened my rima oris. Jim 's cock slid in, I knew it was him because I had enjoyed his rod enough. Warm oil started to be worked in on my ass and between my leg and it felt so expert. Four bridge player were rubbing and pushing the oil around. After a few moment someone was working their fingers inside my trap. I felt it was a woman, because she had finger nails. Now and then, she would drop behind the nails over my ass and up my back sending tingle through my body. While this was going on, my head was supported by pillows and Jim was slowly sleep together my throat.

I was very relaxed and felt soothed. I felt someone grab my pegleg and settle in between them, and so it was going to start up. I felt a rooster rubbing up and down my pickle, getting all oiled up before pushing in. It was a thinner and smaller putz than Jim 's, so it easily penetrated my holy place. This guy grabbed my hip joint and was pulling as hard as he could to insure I felt him. I felt that he was magniloquent and skinny by his size between my branch and he had to occasionally slue down the bed structure I was strapped to.

Jim and the tight-fitting guy started to proceed in unison, it was nice and I felt I could do this all day. I noticed the women's nails again but this metre digging into my backbone, which has always been a immense turn on for me. She was pushing in harder and the skinny guy begun to animate his pace and I knew he was to first to blow.

Then all of a sudden he shook and I heard him yelp. He had cum in my hole and it was very quick and hardly noticeable. This was the low clock time I noticed the sound but I heard what sounded like sucking. I had Jim in my mouthpiece and he began to stiffen and so I was about to get a treat. I love Jim's cum, I would take it every day if I could. Something lovesome dripped on my back and ass, and then more drop. I realized that the womanhood was sucking someone else's dick and then they pulled out and came all over my eggar yap. This put Jim over the edge and he came, shooting hot loads down my pharynx. Jim pulled from my mouth.

I said,"Yummy."

Unsure how much time had passed, but I had cum spilt inside me while another consignment shot all over my quip. Jim moved from in front to behind me and pushed his still hard rod inside me.

Jim said,"I want some of this my slut, take papa's cock."

Jim settled in and was making long deep strokes of his rod in my hole. person approached and moved into position by my point and my mouth opened awaiting a skillful hard on. Nothing at first and then the heels of two feet up on my shoulder and my face met a quick juicy cunt. This was a nice surprisal and I went to townsfolk with my tongue.

Jim 's movements got faster and faster and then pounded hard into my picayune boy pussy and unleashed another load of jizz that I took deep. I then was so turned on that I was ravaging the cherubic relishing cunt attached to my lips. Before I knew it, the legs encircled my head and she was bucking gruelling and furiously. I thought for a moment she was going to break my cervix and then she froze. It felt as though her back was arched and stiff. A powerful outpouring of womanish sprayed my face. The scent was intoxicating and taste was warm and sweet.

They had taken a gap for a while and I was left to grizzle in the fluids and residual, for what was about to come. It was the maiden time I was able to mark how I felt and my cock was so hard it was straining. I felt as though it might explode out my engorged mushroom tip. I was still blindfolded, but my hearing had become more acute. I think it had been about fifteen moment and I heard More voices and then a woman next to me spoke.

She said,"Here is some water, deglutition, you're going to need it."

She had a bottle of water, with a pale yellow in it. I slowly toast some, not wanting to much for it may have interfered with the evening. I had enough and then the straw was replaced with a super thick dick. I guided it into my mouth with my clapper. At my hungry hole, a cock was knocking for entrance and I relaxed and let him in. He was about the same size as Jim, but attacked my rose bud with an almost angriness like fever.

In the interim the thick shaft working my mouth was growing and growing and had become larger than Jim. My mouth was getting a oeuvre out, jaw and glossa got tired and sore. The guy pounding my ass suddenly had pulled out and he finished by jerking off right on my hole.

The thick boy pulled out of my sass and moved in behind me and replaced the one prior. He used more military unit to push his way in and began to sleep with me. He is moving fast and raging. He was blockheaded and I felt it was taut but I loved it and then he came. His loads were hot. I felt them hit my cavernous insides, load after load. midst boy kept cumming and his thrusts were causing the deposited seed to squirt out the sides.

He finally emptied his egg sacks and retreated from my hole. I was gaping and spouge is dripping out of me. I began to pick up my breath as I felt the balmy ghost on my stiffened rod. A balmy ardent hand caressed my hammer and slowly stroked it. It was a woman, and she was sliding her headway between my legs. My ankle shoulder strap were undone and I pushed up to give her slow access code to my stopcock. I was in the position where I was driving my hips down into her facial expression shoving my aching cock to her throat. Her mouth is warmly and her tongue swirled around my tip and prevent me on edge.

I was just enjoying the fact I was being taken care of and it was not me being used. I just relaxed and prolonged the sentiency. I had hoped I could stopping point longer as she was making my dick finger out of this human beings. I came hard and it just continued to flow from me and I did not mean someone could cum that much. She drank down the last dip and crawled out from under me, while still stroking my cock. She leaned in and whispered to me.

She said,"You need to relax so it does not hurt."

What did she mean by that I thought ? I guess we were not done, so what could be succeeding. I may not take needed to ask that question, because I was about to discover what she meant. She was still slowly stroking me and somebody grabbed my hips and got behind me. I felt large amounts of oil being poured on my ass crack. It felt warm and nice.

Then laid on my fissure was what felt like mortal's arm. The first sentiment was mortal was going to try to fist me, and now I was diffident if I wanted that. It was tender and piano than and arm. I just then was shocked back to world, and had a recognition. This is not an arm, it's a monster size of it cock. I had seen my ploughshare of erotica with actors who supposed to own twelve plus edge dick. I always thought it to be a CGI trick.

I felt the huge tip against my room access."holy netherworld, it's huge and no way is it going to fit. '' He pushed and I about retch my tonsils. Oh my, how did he remember it would fit in my little yap ?

The charwoman said,"Relax"

He started to push with a rhythm and my coxa were starting to check him and his movements. `` What do I do now, should I name out the prophylactic give-and-take and stop this ? How could little old me engage something almost dehumanised like, I can not, no way. '' Then I felt a small painful twinge and he had worked the forefront in. I could not swallow and breathing was super-fast. It was unbelievable, but with every thrust he got a minuscule deeper, but how far could he go.

I had to straighten out my back as he was going rich, while I was still ineffective to feel his hips reach me. I believed he was about as thick as a pee feeding bottle and maybe thirteen inches. I was ineffective to get my breathing place and he did one final push. `` Oh, someone help me ! '' I was being split in two and could not take it.

For the succeeding few minutes he continued slow thrusts deep into my cave, and then I felt my aching hole relief. Either he ripped me or my body accepted him ? I started to propel my hips and within a couple to a greater extent moments I was thrusting back. I began to find very euphoric and became vocal, begging for it. This continued for a few minutes as best as I could secernate. I heard more articulation and sounded like approvals. Then I felt that familiar smell again. Someone jerked off over me while I was getting fucked.

someone said,"Everyone cum on the in force little slut."

I felt watercourse of cum shooting and dripping all over my head, back, ass and quip. Cum dripping down my tornado was being worked into my hole by the gargantuan cock. My cover was dripping wet from load after lode of cum blanketing me. Cum covered my face and was dripping into pools on the pillows.

The onlookers had subsided when the monster rooster tearing my hole out apart stiffened and if possible got larger. Then I felt it, hot liquid feeling way up inside, almost as if in my stomach. His thrusting were gruelling and jerky. My external respiration was quick and I felt debile and slight dizzy. I heard ringing in my ears and then I blacked out or fainted. Unsure how long I was out, but coming to with Jim shaking me awake. He had a cool wet cloth and laid it across my expression and neck. I had to lay there and retrieve, getting persuasiveness back in my body.

Jim said,"Everyone has left, I am going to transfer the blindfold now."

It took a few mo before my eye had adjusted to the room. I had been unstrapped and was allowed to sit up, but my ass so beat up did not like that perspective. Jim let me screw that everyone approved of my performance. I could now see him and an empty way with only a table with some particular near what looked like a bathroom. Jim then told me that there was some food and Gatorade and a towel in the exhibitioner for me. He would wait for me downstairs.

I had eaten some fruit and some sorting of energy bar and entered the shower bath. In the shower I cleaned myself off and out as best as I could and then I dropped. I was curled up against the shower bulwark vibration. I stayed there till the hot piddle ran out. I slowly got dressed and went downstairs. The home was empty, no furniture that I was able to see. Jim walked me to my car and told me to call him later, and I drove off.

He said,"You did really well. ”.

I drove home slowly and was in a daze the whole way. I got home base and noticed the sun was coming up, it was the next day. I entered my house and went to the shower, and laid in the nates of tub while it ran. After one-time I got up and laid down on my bed. I had drifted off to sleep, only to be woken by my telephone about 12 hours later. It was Jim on the phone.

He said,"How are you"?

I replied,"Tired and diffident if I am ever up for something like that again."

Jim seemed to sympathize with me and said he'd not ask that of me again. I was relieved and wanted to go back to log Z's. I slept till the next daybreak, when I had a breakfast fit for an army. I started to do a lot of thinking at that point, and may cause reached my boundary or limit. I would never go to this extreme again, but would keep it at a one on one horizontal surface. somebody once said that"When one door closes another opens."Well, one better know if it leads to a exorbitant slippery incline or an empty elevator shaft. It was one hell of a step .