My massages with Jim had continued about every two to three workweek. Sometimes the massage was the live thing on my mind, I just wanted him to use me and satisfy his needs sexually with my willing body. A few fourth dimension I arrived and he had to work. I would get on my knees and while he would work on his computer, I swallowed his source. I found my desire to be used by him had grown and I had started to bear on 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 have to wait for it. At that point I had been fucked by him, jerked and sucked him off. He had shot a few times on my brass and made me lick it up.

I had missed a few calendar week and was going crazy to see him. A Tues Nox came and I had a late night massage scheduled with him. I arrived, took a shower, and got on mesa with my facial expression down. He had come out and we chatted like we had always done. Jim was naked now and started to puzzle out on my ass. It always felt good, with his touch and my hips pushing back against his finger.

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

A few second gear later he was rubbing the oil on me and into my mess, and I had begun to twist around.

He slowly got on the table and sat between my stage and worked my low back and ass. Then, as he had done before, he moved up and I felt his stopcock sliding on my whirl. I noticed I was a piddling tighter than I had been in the past tense, by the trouble he had pushing into my gob. Jim 's doggedness in pushing, paid off. He finally slipped in, but some pain started and it felt really tight as hell. He was moving slow and took his time. My hole finally had opened up more and he went abstruse. I had not remembered him feeling so deep before. I relaxed more and my hip rode the length of his shaft.

"Wait !"Jim was going deeper and he felt larger, then I have ever felt him before.
I then felt a osculation on my ear, I turn to front up and Jim was standing at the headway of the tabular array. I looked over my shoulder and saw another guy fucking me. He was a young Latin guy.
Jim said, `` Alice Paul is your surprisal, hope you like him. ''
I was in disco biscuit with every thrust.
Jim said,"You should enjoy him."He then pushed farther into my hole.
'' Oh my god ! ``

This guy was so big. He was getting with child and he was fucking me with inscrutable hanker stokes. He was stretching my golf hole, with his thick and eleven column inch cock. It was at this point that King James put his cock onto my lips and I gladly opened my oral cavity 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 enceinte. This was when I knew he was going to cum. Jim and Saul of Tarsus both pulled out and traded places. My sassing just opened at the consequence Saul shot his huge hot load - stream after watercourse. The gustation drove me junkie and increase my desire.

Jim was behind me and had easily pushed into my stretched-out hole. I was getting every drop out of Paul 's cock, and then he stepped away. My eyes 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 somebody watching, I returned my fount to the cradle. I turned my head to watch as Jim shot his hot load oceanic abyss in my hole and I saw another somebody 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 Saul and the masses who watched.

Jim said,"I told the the great unwashed about you, did Paul's hammer harm you. ``

I said,"I feel amazing and it is hot to deliver citizenry watch me."

He told me they thought I was a hot short male slut and want to ask in me to a special event.
Jim asked,"You open to more surprises ?"
I said,"Yes !"
I was meddling 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 yesteryear hebdomad I was able to cogitate about it to a greater extent and Thomas 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 trouble being tied up. ''
I thought for a moment and my cock got hard. 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 installing of true case of my life history in the by couple years.

cobbler's last function

This is the lastly of my gay breakthrough stories. It has been a journey for me. I started as a vanilla straight Male and over the past couple long time I have learned my confessedly identity. I had been trained to show my true colors, a submissive trollop. My daddy/master tells me what to do, and when to do it. He saw it in me from the first moment we met. He slowly seduced me and led me down this pathway. I now eagerly look forward to the next step. It did not carry long for me to reach the tiptop of submission.

The text edition came during the ahead of time part of the calendar week. I was told that I would need to be free anytime between Friday and Saturday. I cleared my schedule and had waited to be contacted. On Friday I got the text giving me an address and the time to show up. Friday night, I arrived at eight o'clock at a abode in the heart of a gated community. I sat in my car, and later Jim exited the household to speak with me.

Jim said,"I will want to blindfold you and guide on you to a room in the sign of the zodiac. Then I will strap you to a platform, are you still ready for this."

All that had happened rushed through my head 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 shy what or who was there. In the room I was told to get strip. I was led to the center and told to kneel. I felt a political platform type of structure in front of me. It was large and covered in a soft blanket character of textile. My hands were pulled and I was stretched over this aim. Then my deal had leather shoulder strap wrapped around them and buckled. I then felt my legs facing pages and strapped down.

My heart was racing and pounding hard, I may take in bitten off more than I could chew. I laid there for maybe xv minutes when I heard the door open. I heard music coming from another constituent of the household, and spokesperson. I heard lots of voices, all whispering. 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 word of honor THUNDER."

well at least I had a safety word, I had read about them in BDSM stories. I felt Jim's men softly rubbing me and then two Thomas More pairs of hands. Three the great unwashed are standing over me and I am stretched out on my tummy, diffuse wide. I heard Jim 's voice telling me to loosen and open up.

I took a big breathing time and opened my mouth. Jim 's hammer slid in, I knew it was him because I had enjoyed his rod enough. ardent oil started to be worked in on my ass and between my wooden leg and it felt so undecomposed. Four hands were rubbing and pushing the oil around. After a few minutes somebody was working their digit inside my maw. I felt it was a charwoman, because she had finger nails. Now and then, she would drag the nails over my ass and up my back sending chills through my body. While this was going on, my head was supported by pillows and Jim was slowly know my throat.

I was very unwind and felt soothed. I felt mortal grab my legs and reconcile in between them, and so it was going to start. I felt a cock rubbing up and down my hole, getting all oiled up before pushing in. It was a thinner and smaller shit than Jim 's, so it easily penetrated my sanctum sanctorum. This guy grabbed my pelvic arch and was pulling as hard as he could to insure I felt him. I felt that he was tall and skinny by his size between my legs and he had to occasionally slew down the bed 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 women's nails again but this metre digging into my back, which has always been a huge bout 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 gear to blow.

Then all of a sudden he shook and I heard him yelp. He had cum in my fix and it was very straightaway and hardly noticeable. This was the first time I noticed the sound but I heard what sounded like sucking. I had Jim in my sassing and he began to constrain and so I was about to get a dainty. I love Jim's cum, I would take it every day if I could. Something warm dripped on my back and ass, and then more drop. I realized that the womanhood was sucking someone else's cock and then they pulled out and came all over my egger hole. This put Jim over the bound and he came, shooting hot loads down my throat. Jim pulled from my mouth.

I said,"Yummy."

Unsure how much time had passed, but I had cum splatter inside me while another load shot all over my crack. Jim moved from in strawman to behind me and pushed his still toilsome rod inside me.

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

Jim settled in and was making yearn deep strokes of his rod in my hole. Someone approached and moved into position by my head and my mouth opened awaiting a nice hard on. Nothing at first and then the cad of two feet up on my shoulder and my face met a warm juicy twat. This was a nice surprise and I went to town with my tongue.

Jim 's bm got faster and faster and then pounded hard into my little boy pussy and loose another load of jizz that I took deep. I then was so turned on that I was ravaging the sweet tasting slit attached to my sassing. Before I knew it, the legs encircled my head and she was bucking unvoiced and furiously. I thought for a moment she was going to disclose my neck and then she froze. It felt as though her back was arched and stiff. A potent gush of womanish sprayed my face. The scent was intoxicating and taste sensation was warm and sweet.

They had taken a breakout for a spell and I was left to stew in the fluids and rest, for what was about to make out. It was the world-class metre I was able to notice how I felt and my cock was so hard it was straining. I felt as though it might set off out my ingurgitate mushroom cloud tip. I was still blindfolded, but my audience had become more ague. I think it had been about fifteen minutes and I heard more vocalism and then a cleaning woman next to me spoke.

She said,"Here is some piss, drink, you're going to call for it."

She had a bottle of water, with a straw in it. I slowly fuddle some, not wanting to much for it may have interfered with the eve. I had enough and then the straw was replaced with a exceedingly thick dick. I guided it into my lip with my spit. At my athirst jam, a stopcock was knocking for entry and I relaxed and let him in. He was about the same size as Jim, but attacked my rose bud with an almost wrath like fever.

In the meanwhile the thick lance working my mouth was growing and growing and had become larger than Jim. My sassing was getting a work out, jaw and tongue got sap 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 backtalk and moved in behind me and replaced the one prior. He used more force to push his way in and began to make out me. He is moving fast and furious. He was thick and I felt it was mean but I loved it and then he came. His heaps were hot. I felt them hit my cavernous interior, burden after load. Thick boy kept cumming and his thrusts were causing the deposited seminal fluid to force out out the sides.

He finally emptied his musket ball sacks and retreated from my hole. I was gaping and spouge is dripping out of me. I began to catch my breathing time as I felt the gentle pinch on my stiffened rod. A piano lovesome hand caressed my pecker and slowly stroked it. It was a char, and she was sliding her read/write head between my stage. My articulatio talocruralis strap were done for and I pushed up to establish her easy access to my stopcock. I was in the position where I was driving my hips down into her face shoving my aching stopcock to her throat. Her lip is warmly and her natural language swirled around my tip and kept me on edge.

I was just enjoying the fact I was being taken tending of and it was not me being used. I just relaxed and prolonged the sensation. I had hoped I could last longer as she was making my hawkshaw palpate out of this creation. I came hard and it just continued to flow from me and I did not think someone could cum that much. She drank down the endure drib and crawled out from under me, while still stroking my pecker. She leaned in and whispered to me.

She said,"You need to loosen 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 give needed to ask that interrogation, because I was about to let out what she meant. She was still slowly stroking me and mortal 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 whirl was what felt like someone's arm. The first thought was someone was going to try to fist me, and now I was unsure if I wanted that. It was warm and softer than and arm. I just then was shocked back to reality, and had a fruition. This is not an arm, it's a monster size of it cock. I had seen my share of porno with actors who supposed to let twelve plus inch shaft. I always thought it to be a CGI trick.

I felt the vast tip against my doorway."holy hell, it's Brobdingnagian and no way is it going to fit. '' He pushed and I about upchuck my tonsils. Oh my, how did he think it would fit in my petty muddle ?

The woman said,"Relax"

He started to advertise with a rhythm and my hips were starting to gibe him and his movements. `` What do I do now, should I name out the safe Bible and contain this ? How could little old me submit something almost dehumanized like, I can not, no way. '' Then I felt a small painful twinge and he had worked the school principal in. I could not bury and breathing was super-fast. It was unbelievable, but with every jabbing he got a minuscule deeper, but how far could he go.

I had to roll out my back as he was going cryptic, while I was still ineffective to feel his hip joint reach me. I believed he was about as midst as a water system bottle and maybe XIII inch. I was unable to get my hint and he did one final thrust. `` Oh, someone assistance me ! '' I was being split in two and could not take it.

For the succeeding few transactions he continued dim thrust deep into my cave, and then I felt my aching hole ease. Either he ripped me or my body accepted him ? I started to prompt my hips and within a couple more than bit I was thrusting back. I began to feel very euphoric and became song, begging for it. This continued for a few moment as best as I could tell. I heard More vocalisation and sounded like commendation. Then I felt that familiar touch sensation again. person jerked off over me while I was getting fucked.

mortal said,"Everyone cum on the good piddling slut."

I felt stream of cum shooting and dripping all over my head, back, ass and crack cocaine. Cum dripping down my cranny was being worked into my hole by the elephantine cock. My back was dripping wet from load after load of cum blanketing me. Cum covered my nerve and was dripping into pools on the pillows.

The looker-on had subsided when the monster cock tearing my hole apart stiffened and if possible got larger. Then I felt it, hot liquidity feeling way up inside, almost as if in my stomach. His jabbing were hard and jerky. My ventilation was prompt and I felt weak and slight dizzy. I heard ringing in my ears and then I blacked out or fainted. Unsure how tenacious I was out, but coming to with Jim shaking me awake. He had a cool wet cloth and laid it across my face and neck opening. I had to lay there and recover, getting persuasiveness back in my body.

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

It took a few minutes before my optic 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 performance. I could now see him and an empty elbow room with only a table with some items near what looked like a bathroom. Jim then told me that there was some food and Gatorade and a towel in the shower for me. He would look for me downstairs.

I had eaten some fruit and some sort of push 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 shakiness. I stayed there till the hot water ran out. I slowly got dressed and went downstairs. The house was abandon, no furniture that I was able to see. Jim walked me to my car and told me to anticipate 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 family and noticed the sun was coming up, it was the next day. I entered my home and went to the shower, and laid in the fundament of tub while it ran. After sometime I got up and laid down on my bed. I had drifted off to kip, only to be woken by my phone about twelve hours later. It was Jim on the phone.

He said,"How are you"?

I replied,"Tired and incertain 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 sleep. I slept till the next sunup, when I had a breakfast fit for an army. I started to do a lot of thinking at that level, and may have reached my bounds or limit. I would never go to this extreme again, but would keep it at a one on one level. Someone once said that"When one door closes another opens."wellspring, one best know if it leads to a steep slippery slope or an empty elevator rotating shaft. It was one hell of a step .