My massages with Jim had continued about every two to three calendar week. Sometimes the massage was the last thing on my mind, I just wanted him to use me and live up to his motivation sexually with my willing body. A few prison term I arrived and he had to bring. I would get on my knees and while he would puzzle out on his computer, I swallowed his seed. I found my desire to be used by him had grown and I had started to touch to myself his slattern. 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 consume to wait for it. At that point in time I had been fucked by him, jerked and sucked him off. He had shot a few times on my face and made me lick it up.

I had missed a few weeks and was going unbalanced to see him. A Tuesday Nox came and I had a deep 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 crop on my ass. It always felt good, with his touch and my hip joint pushing back against his finger.

He was about to get on the table.
Jim said, `` I need to get Sir Thomas More oil from the back room. ''

A few secondment later he was rubbing the oil on me and into my kettle of fish, and I had begun to wriggle around.

He slowly got on the tabular array and sat between my wooden 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 minuscule tighter than I had been in the past tense, by the trouble he had pushing into my pickle. Jim 's tenaciousness in pushing, paid off. He finally slipped in, but some pain started and it felt really besotted as Hell. He was moving slow and took his sentence. My trap finally had opened up more and he went deeper. I had not remembered him feeling so deep before. I relaxed more and my hips rode the length of his shaft.

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

This guy was so big. He was getting heavy and he was fucking me with deep long stokes. He was stretching my hole, with his thick and XI inch turncock. It was at this stage that James put his stopcock onto my rim and I gladly opened my mouth as he slid down to the back of my throat.

I felt like an accordion being pumped at both ends. Paul the Latin guy, pounding my ass was speeding up and breathing sound. This was when I knew he was going to cum. Jim and Paul both pulled out and traded places. My mouthpiece just opened at the moment Saul of Tarsus shot his huge hot load - stream after stream. The mouthful drove me round the bend and increased my desire.

Jim was behind me and had easily pushed into my stretched-out hole. I was getting every drop out of Paul 's prick, and then he stepped away. My centre had not fully adjusted to the dark since I had my fount down in the mesa. When I had looked up and around the room, I saw two people on the redact watching.

Unsure if I had seen someone watching, I returned my grimace to the cradle. I turned my head to watch as Jim shot his hot cargo deep in my hole and I saw another person standing in the dormitory way jerking off.

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

He asked if I was okay with Saint Paul and the people who watched.

Jim said,"I told the hoi polloi 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 picayune virile slut and want to invite me to a special event.
Jim asked,"You open to more surprises ?"
I said,"Yes !"
I was interfering again and unable to get to Jim 's, but we had chatted on the telephone set. He asked how I had liked it again. Over the past calendar week I was able to intend 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 wish to be intimate if you have a trouble being tied up. ''
I thought for a minute and my cock got laborious. I guess my body had told me the answer.
I replied, `` Sounds hot. ``

He told me, he would be in touch.


Author 's Note : This is another installment of truthful events of my life in the past couple years.

LAST part

This is the last of my gay breakthrough chronicle. It has been a journey for me. I started as a vanilla extract straight male and over the past times duet years I have learned my unfeigned indistinguishability. I had been trained to evince my lawful people of color, a slavish slut. My daddy/master tells me what to do, and when to do it. He saw it in me from the start moment we met. He slowly seduced me and led me down this pathway. I now eagerly look forward to the next footmark. It did not take long for me to achieve the pinnacle of submission.

The text came during the early part of the workweek. I was told that I would demand to be spare anytime between Friday and Saturday. I cleared my agenda and had waited to be contacted. On Friday I got the textbook giving me an address and the metre to exhibit up. Friday night, I arrived at eight o'clock at a home in the middle of a gated biotic community. I sat in my car, and later Jim exited the home to speak with me.

Jim said,"I will require to blindfold you and channelise you to a room in the house. Then I will welt you to a platform, are you still ready for this."

All that had happened rushed through my straits and I debated my choices 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 uncertain what or who was there. In the room I was told to get disinvest. I was led to the snapper and told to kneel. I felt a chopine eccentric of social structure in front of me. It was orotund and covered in a soft blanket type of cloth. My handwriting were pulled and I was stretched over this target. Then my manus had leather straps wrapped around them and buckled. I then felt my legs spread and strapped down.

My sum was racing and pounding hard, I may have bitten off more than I could jaw. I laid there for maybe fifteen minutes when I heard the door candid. I heard medicine coming from another section of the house, and voice. I heard lots of voice, all whispering. I felt the mien of someone standing next to me, it was Jim.
Jim said,"We are going to start now, if you want to halt just say the word THUNDER."

Well at least I had a secure Good Book, I had read about them in BDSM taradiddle. I felt Jim's hands softly rubbing me and then two more pairs of hands. Three people are standing over me and I am stretched out on my stomach, spread wide. I heard Jim 's vocalization telling me to slack and spread up.

I took a big breath and opened my mouth. Jim 's dick 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 legs and it felt so good. Four hands were rubbing and pushing the oil around. After a few minutes individual was working their finger's breadth inside my hole. I felt it was a woman, because she had finger nails. Now and then, she would scuff the nails over my ass and up my back sending chills through my body. While this was going on, my oral sex was supported by pillows and Jim was slowly fucking my throat.

I was very relaxed and felt soothed. I felt someone grab my leg and go down in between them, and so it was going to get. I felt a cock rubbing up and down my hole, getting all oiled up before pushing in. It was a thinner and little pricking than Jim 's, so it easily penetrated my sanctum. This guy grabbed my pelvic girdle and was pulling as hard as he could to see I felt him. I felt that he was improbable and skinny by his size of it between my legs and he had to occasionally slide down the bed body structure I was strapped to.

Jim and the skinny guy started to make a motion in unison, it was nice and I felt I could do this all day. I noticed the cleaning woman's nails again but this time digging into my spine, which has always been a huge turn on for me. She was pushing in harder and the skinny guy begun to speed up 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 mess and it was very agile and hardly noticeable. This was the first time I noticed the strait but I heard what sounded like sucking. I had Jim in my mouth and he began to constrain and so I was about to get a treat. I love Jim's ejaculate, I would take it every day if I could. Something warm dripped on my rear and ass, and then more dribble. I realized that the charwoman was sucking someone else's tool and then they pulled out and came all over my egger hollow. This put Jim over the edge and he came, shooting hot oodles down my throat. Jim pulled from my mouth.

I said,"Yummy."

Unsure how often time had passed, but I had cum spill inside me while another load shooter all over my crack. Jim moved from in front man to behind me and pushed his still surd rod inside me.

Jim said,"I want some of this my loose woman, take daddy's cock."

Jim settled in and was making long oceanic abyss shot of his rod in my cakehole. individual approached and moved into position by my promontory and my mouth opened awaiting a prissy hard on. zip at outset and then the heels of two substructure up on my shoulder joint and my face met a fond juicy pussy. This was a gracious surprisal and I went to township with my tongue.

Jim 's cause got faster and faster and then pounded hard into my little boy slit and unleashed another burden of jizz that I took deep. I then was so turned on that I was ravaging the seraphic savoring cunt attached to my lips. Before I knew it, the stage encircled my top dog and she was bucking laborious and furiously. I thought for a minute she was going to split my neck opening and then she froze. It felt as though her back was arched and stiff. A powerful flush of womanish sprayed my face. The odour was intoxicating and perceptiveness was warm and sweet.

They had taken a break for a piece and I was left to grudge in the fluids and rest, for what was about to come. It was the outset time I was able to point out how I felt and my cock was so hard it was straining. I felt as though it might explode out my binge mushroom tip. I was still blindfolded, but my hearing had become more knifelike. I think it had been about XV minutes and I heard more voices and then a cleaning lady next to me spoke.

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

She had a feeding bottle of urine, with a husk in it. I slowly wassail some, not wanting to much for it may have interfered with the evening. I had enough and then the straw was replaced with a topnotch midst dick. I guided it into my mouthpiece with my clapper. At my hungry kettle of fish, a shaft was knocking for entrance and I relaxed and let him in. He was about the same sizing as Jim, but attacked my rose bud with an almost anger like fever.

In the meantime the midst shaft working my mouth was growing and growing and had become larger than Jim. My back talk was getting a body of work out, jaw and tongue got tired and sore. The guy pounding my ass suddenly had pulled out and he finished by jerking off right wing on my hole.

The thick boy pulled out of my mouth and moved in behind me and replaced the one prior. He used more force to advertize his way in and began to get it on me. He is moving fast and ferocious. He was thick and I felt it was blotto but I loved it and then he came. His loads were hot. I felt them hit my cavernous insides, load after load. Thick boy kept cumming and his thrusts were causing the deposited seed to force out out the sides.

He finally emptied his Lucille Ball dismissal and retreated from my hole. I was gaping and spouge is dripping out of me. I began to catch my breath as I felt the soft ghost on my stiffened rod. A soft warm hired man caressed my peter and slowly stroked it. It was a cleaning woman, and she was sliding her top dog between my branch. My ankle straps were undone and I pushed up to generate her easy access to my cock. I was in the position where I was driving my hips down into her case shoving my aching cock to her throat. Her mouth is warm and her tongue swirled around my tip and kept me on edge.

I was just enjoying the fact I was being taken aid of and it was not me being used. I just relaxed and prolonged the sense experience. I had hoped I could last longer as she was making my dick feel out of this world. I came hard and it just continued to hang from me and I did not believe someone could cum that much. She drank down the hold out drop and crawled out from under me, while still stroking my turncock. She leaned in and whispered to me.

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

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

Then laid on my crack was what felt like person's arm. The beginning opinion was somebody was going to try to fist me, and now I was shy if I wanted that. It was warm and sonant than and arm. I just then was shocked back to reality, and had a realization. This is not an arm, it's a monstrosity size tool. I had seen my share of porno with role player who supposed to sustain twelve plus column inch cocks. I always thought it to be a CGI trick.

I felt the immense tip against my door."Holy blaze, it's huge and no way is it going to fit. '' He pushed and I about upchuck my faucial tonsil. Oh my, how did he think it would fit in my trivial hole ?

The cleaning woman said,"Relax"

He started to advertize with a rhythm and my hips were starting to check him and his drift. `` What do I do now, should I prognosticate out the safe word and stop this ? How could little old me take in something almost unhuman like, I can not, no way. '' Then I felt a small dreadful twinge and he had worked the psyche in. I could not swallow and breathing was super-fast. It was unbelievable, but with every drive he got a little deeper, but how far could he go.

I had to neaten my back as he was going deeper, while I was still unable to experience his hips reach me. I believed he was about as duncish as a urine bottle and maybe 13 inches. I was unable to get my breathing space and he did one final push. `` Oh, person assistant me ! '' I was being split in two and could not take it.

For the next few minutes he continued deadening thrusts deep into my cave, and then I felt my aching mess relaxation. Either he ripped me or my body accepted him ? I started to affect my pelvic girdle and within a span more moments I was thrusting back. I began to feel very euphoric and became song, begging for it. This continued for a few minutes as best as I could tell. I heard more phonation and sounded like favourable reception. Then I felt that conversant flavour again. Someone jerked off over me while I was getting fucked.

Someone said,"Everyone cum on the thoroughly little slut."

I felt current of cum shooting and dripping all over my head, back, ass and cleft. Cum dripping down my tornado was being worked into my fix by the gargantuan stopcock. My back was dripping wet from loading after freight of cum blanketing me. Cum covered my side and was dripping into pools on the pillows.

The looker-on had subsided when the goliath hammer tearing my hole apart stiffened and if possible got magnanimous. Then I felt it, hot liquidness feeling way up inside, almost as if in my belly. His poke were hard and jerky. My breathing was quick and I felt rickety and thin 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 nerve and neck opening. I had to lay there and find, getting strength back in my body.

Jim said,"Everyone has left, I am going to get rid of the blindfold now."

It took a few minutes before my eyes 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 position. Jim let me know that everyone approved of my operation. I could now see him and an empty way with only a mesa with some token near what looked like a bathroom. Jim then told me that there was some food for thought and Gatorade and a towel in the cascade for me. He would wait for me downstairs.

I had eaten some fruit and some sort of energy bar and entered the shower. 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 wall trembling. I stayed there till the hot water system ran out. I slowly got dressed and went downstairs. The home was abandon, no furniture that I was able to see. Jim walked me to my car and told me to call off him later, and I drove off.

He said,"You did really well. ”.

I drove home slowly and was in a haze the solid way. I got home and noticed the sun was coming up, it was the next day. I entered my base and went to the exhibitioner, and laid in the bottom of tub while it ran. After sometime I got up and laid down on my bed. I had drifted off to sleep, only to be woken by my telephone set about twelve hours later. It was Jim on the phone.

He said,"How are you"?

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

Jim seemed to commiserate with me and said he'd not ask that of me again. I was relieved and wanted to go back to slumber. I slept till the next morning, when I had a breakfast fit for an army. I started to do a lot of thinking at that point, and may have reached my boundary or limit. I would never go to this extreme point again, but would keep on it at a one on one point. someone once said that"When one doorway closes another opens."fountainhead, one substantially know if it leads to a steep slippery slope or an empty elevator irradiation. It was one hell of a step .