This weekend starts on Friday.
I've encountered him several times before, but this is our first time visiting his house. This is also our first overnight stay together, even though I trust him, there's still some nervousness. At 7 p.m., I rang the bell. After a short moment, the door opened, and as usual, he was standing behind the entrance to avoid prying eyes.
He locked the door and put down my travel bag. He faced me and I gazed at his nearly naked body. He wore just a leather chest harness and a cockring, revealing his 5'6" frame with a slightly muscular, athletic physique with minimal body hair - likely due to his Asian origins or shaving. His strong, 6", moderately thick erection stood erect and inviting attention.
"Hello," he said as he neared me. I'm slightly taller at 5'8", so he looked up slightly. Our eyes met, his lips slowly approached mine. Our initial contact was a gentle brushing of lips, becoming more deliberate. We soon settled into a deep, comfortable kiss. As our lips parted, his tongue darted out to touch mine, attempting to gain access. I relaxed and opened my lips to allow it in.
Taking control, he pushed me backward, unzipping my fly. He knelt before me, my hard dick in hand. His tongue washed over the moist head of my shaft, before he swallowed me whole. Under his direction, I remained still as he thrusted his mouth rhythmically.
"Good boy," he murmured. "You're going to love what I have planned for you this weekend. I'm so pleased you've allowed me to have my way with you. I've been anticipating this for quite some time." He continued to suck and savor my member before I felt his hands on my shoulders. My knees touched the floor and my face was now face-to-face with his stiff member. My tongue licked off the drop of precum clinging to his tip.
I took it into my mouth, eager to satisfy him. His hands massaged the back of my head, encouraging me to focus on his pleasure.
"You're quite skilled at this," he remarked, still enjoying my efforts. "But you'll soon learn, as you've yet to experience what I have planned for every inch of your mouth, ass, and body."
He tightened his grip on my head and thrust into my mouth as deep as he could while maintaining control. I struggled to handle the girth of his cock and had to stop to catch my breath.
"Open wide," he commanded. He pushed his shaft deeper as I obeyed. I gagged a little, and when he withdraws, I recovered momentarily, my mouth once more at his walled-off genitals. He tapped his thumb on my cheek, indicating he wanted me to continue. I complied, ignoring the residual discomfort as he penetrated my mouth repeatedly.
His pace quickened and slowed as I tried to maintain his rhythm, pressing my head against the wall and enjoying the sensations of his hands on top of mine and his hips pressing against my forehead.
"I love your struggles," he smiled. "Here," he pulled his cock back. "Lick my balls," as he swiveled his hips to allow me access. I obliged, using my tongue to release some tension in his testicles. His pleasurable moans encouraged me as I traced circles around each testicle. I drew the foreskin back and forth gently with my hands.
His pace increased as his breathing became more rapid. He continued to stroke himself. I tasted a drop of pre-cum on the tip of my tongue and brought my lips to his foreskin, allowing the pleasure to continue.
"Time for the main course," he decided. "Swallow like a good boy."
I parted my lips, awaiting his next move. He slid his cock deeper inside me and with his hands still on my head, he gradually forced himself into my throat. Unable to breathe, tears welled up, almost causing me to let out an involuntary "Uhhh." He allowed me to catch my breath and continued to thrust deeply into me, his mouth close to my own.
"Imagine you're an expert cocksucker," he whispered. "But your body won't allow you to take all of me." He began to lose control, pushing himself all the way into my mouth. His grunts grew louder and steadier. He sought to penetrate deeper into my throat, finally pulling out and allowing me sufficient air to catch my breath.
"Open wide," he pleaded. Crouching closer to me, his cock touched my lips. I took it into my mouth, licking the underside of the shaft before beginning to suck gently. His breathing quickened, his ass cheeks tensed, and I felt his balls tighten.
"Now is the moment," he whispered. "I'll release when you're ready."
I nodded, and my mouth formed a perfect seal around his member. I realized his control was significant. He pulled out, allowing me to catch my breath. He slid his cock between my lips. I gripped his ass, urging him on. He started to thrust vigorously; each time I felt it strike the back of my throat, I gagged. "No!" He slowed his pace, allowing me to continue to suck.
I carefully licked around his balls, feeling them swell and tense. He released on his own, magnificently. I swallowed the copious amounts of warm, sticky cum, relishing the sweet, mild pineapple-infused flavor.
"Thought we'd add a little reassurance to what you're about to experience," he said, eyes sparkling with excitement and pride. "Do you want another taste?" I nodded, and he returned to his knees. He sucked my cock as I drank the last of his spunk from his body. "That's a good boy." He lingered on my soft cock, and I moaned in anticipation of the rest of the weekend.
He lifts me up from the ground and kisses me, gripping the bulge in my trousers.
"Now let's take off these clothes and have a good time together," he says, taking me by the hand and leading me deeper into his house.
We go to his bedroom, where the light is soft and scarlet. There's a bed with a canopy, and in one corner, a contraption with cushions underneath and a padded ledge - a fuckbench. I see ropes dangling from all of the pads. In another corner, a sling. I continue to survey the room, noticing various paddles, dildos, ropes, and other things I'm not familiar with hanging on the walls.
He says, "Don't worry, we'll gradually work our way through these things. Just know you'll know the bench and sling well by the end of the weekend."
I'm somewhat nervous not knowing what all he has planned for me, but excited about the possibilities for our mutual pleasure.
He brings his lips to mine again, forcing his tongue inside. I feel his hands unbuttoning my shirt as he continues kissing me. My shirt slips off my shoulders and falls to the floor behind me. His fingers search for my erect nipples. I make a low sound as he pinches and twists them, first the right, then the left. The right seems more sensitive, but I know he'll enjoy both.
"Shoes," he says, interrupting our kiss. I kick off my shoes, one by one, as he continues his caresses. His hands move to my waist and unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans, and lower my zipper. My underwear-covered dick is pushing through the opening. He wraps his arms around me and presses me against his naked body. Another groan escapes me as I feel myself pressed against him.
He lowers my jeans and briefs, exposing my stiff member. He lets go of my cock.
"Finish undressing and then wait."
I disrobe, putting my clothes away carefully. He goes to the desk and picks something up that I can't see. He turns back to me, smiling. My 5'8", 200-ish pound dad bod stands naked before him, a 5.5-inch cock sticking straight from my groin. My chest is covered in hair above my trimmed pubic hair and bare balls. Nothing special for my middle age. There are tan lines on my arms and legs, contrasting with my pale skin. In one mirror, I catch a glimpse of my ass. It's still somewhat round and fit, but showing the signs of aging.
James comes back towards me, his softened cock hanging between his legs. His compact, toned body advances with ease. I recall him saying he was Chinese, but it doesn't matter to me. I have a soft spot (and hard dick) for Asians in general.
He grabs my cock and balls at the base and pulls gently forward to slip the leather cock ring in place.
"This should hold you for a while. I don't want you coming too soon, if at all, for a while," slapping my dick lightly. "Lie face down on the bed, on your side, with your head near the edge."
I move onto the bed and arrange myself in the direction he indicated. He brings pillows over and has me lift my chest, so he can position them under me.
"This will be more comfortable for you. I'm going to give you a lovely massage, a little pampering for your body. You'll cherish the memory during your stay here as you will have little opportunity to relax."
He grabs a bottle of oil from the nightstand and starts applying it to my back and neck. I know he has training in massage, and it's always wonderful. I usually prefer to be lying face-down on a table for a massage, but the pillows supporting my chest allow my head to hang down without turning it.
Hands skillfully move over my neck, back, and arms, going deeper into my muscles with each stroke. I begin to relax more into the mattress, not aware of how long he works on my upper body, at least half an hour. I hear him getting up and climbing onto the bed between my legs.
I feel the oil being poured over one leg, then the other. Then, the warmed oil falls onto the cheeks of my ass with drops dripping between them. He gently rubs the oil in each leg, from my foot to thigh. He runs his fingers over my ass cheeks, spreading the oil. His fingers slide into the space between my cheeks, gently brushing my asshole. I let out a quiet moan at his touch, slightly arching my hips.
Hey, he murmurs softly, and I prop my hips up. He reaches between my legs, pulling my dick and balls from under me until I'm pointing towards my feet. My erection isn't as rock-hard as before, but it won't take long to come back. More oil trickles down the cleft of my ass and onto my exposed dick. I lower my hips.
Next, the foot and leg massage begins in earnest. Long strokes from my calves to my glutes, using both hands and forearms. Bending one knee at a time, he focuses on my foot, applying pressure with his thumbs. I wriggle slightly as he puts my tender foot through a bit of discomfort. The same is done with my other foot.
His fists and elbows brush against my quads and glutes, pushing them together and spreading them apart to uncover my hairy hole. Repeatedly, I get exposed, feeling his breath blowing onto my hole, balls, and dick. I shiver in pleasure.
After some time, I sense my cheeks being held apart. Something wet touches the tip of my dick. I harden once more as his tongue tickles along my cock, licking across each ball as he moves up. Then, finally, I feel the tip of his tongue making contact with my sphincter, which contracts gently and then relaxes to let him taste me.
Slowly, the tongue makes circles while delving deeper bit by bit. From time to time, he lifts his head and blows a stream of air against my hole. I shiver in pleasure, murmuring silently. He continues to knead and spread my glutes as his tongue exploration continues. My now-hard dick presses against the mattress.
Minutes elapse, and I can't tell how many. Now, he starts stroking me gently as his tongue work continues. I feel my fluids getting spread around the head of my dick. My hips begin to move upwards to meet his tongue, then down to add friction to my hardness.
I sense his tongue leaving my hole, his fingers leaving my dick. Smack! He spanks both cheeks lightly. "Time to turn over," he says lightly.
I hesitate, craving more of his tongue, his fingers, and his cock. Reluctantly, I flip over and lie on my back, my erect penis pointing upwards. I flex my dick a few times, hoping to attract his touch. I look towards him, but he ignores me.
The massage continues with my feet and legs. Long strokes from ankle to hip, ending with a gentle squeeze of my balls or stroke of my dick. Each leg is raised, knee bent, and pushed up to my chest, giving a nice stretch. Finally, both legs are pushed to my chest, and I feel his semi-hard cock slide across my exposed hole. I try to hoist my hips higher, hoping to force him to penetrate me, but I lack the required flexibility.
Finishing with my lower body, he moves to the other side of the bed to begin working on my upper half. I relax my head and neck as he starts his work. Stroking, adjusting, and kneading. From neck to shoulders and down my arms. His thumbs push deeply into my hands, stretching the palms and manipulating each finger. From the hands up to the forearms - my favorite part - relieving the stress from a week of work.
More oil is drizzled onto my hairy chest and belly. He spreads it with gentle strokes, avoiding my fleshy dick. His hands commence kneading my chest, my nipples responding to the occasional brush.
"I love how your nipples want attention," he whispers in my ear. I inhale sharply as he pinches first one nipple, then the other. However, he doesn't linger long. "Don't worry," he adds, "tomorrow, your lovely nipples will receive the proper attention."
My arms are spread above my head, and I feel a delightful full-body stretch. Leaving my arms in that position, he climbs onto the bed, straddling my body.
"Now, it's your turn to give me a mind-blowing rim job. That will make me nice and hard so I can thrust your tight little hole. I need to enter you while you're still tight because it probably won't be by Sunday. I'm going to enjoy every moment with you this weekend. Now, let me feel your tongue."
He pushes his ass closer to my face. I lower my arms, holding his cheeks apart to expose his puckered opening. My tongue reaches out and touches his slightly damp anus. "Mmmm," I hear from him as I begin licking and exploring him.
Rimming is something I love to do. Tongue circles his hole and probes it bit by bit. I savor the taste and respond to his moans as he moves closer to my face.
As I carry on with my duties, oil starts to stream over my penis and grazes between my buttocks. His hand rubs me and jousts with my balls for a short while, leading me closer to the brink. Occasionally, he delves lower and explores my anus. One fingertip results in a far-reaching finger investigation. As he advances even further, I elevate my head to ensure our tushes are still in touch.
Soon, a second finger joins the first, and I sense the stretching. I struggle to keep my tongue in place as he slants to operate my penis and hole. I instinctively feel his reawakened phallus caressing my hairy chest. A medley of sensations is stoking the outer limits of my grasp. He follows through with the finger exploration, rubbing my penis, massaging my balls, and pressing his anus against my tongue.
After an unspecified amount of time passes, he draws his fingers out and exits my physical space. He then moves into position upon my legs and places my ankles on his shoulders. I glance below to witness him lubricating his organ, ready for invasion.
I perceive the head of his penis at my entrance and he initiates the insertion. We can both discern the initial opposition as he cautiously pushes inside my tight orifice. Gradually withdrawing and then pushing forward again, he achieves incremental insertions. Another push in and the head penetrates further through the deeper muscle, and I shudder with the gratification the initial penetration invariably elicits.
Planted deeply within me, he slows down his penetrations and draws out except just the head. His pace accelerates again and submerges fully into me once more. He drags me to the bed's fringe, with his soles touching the ground. He maneuvers back, yanking my hips with him, without breaking contact.
Leaning at the verge of the bed, he pulls out slightly and drives forward violently, inducing a low groan. His speed climbs as each time he disengages a fair distance prior to striking. I lift my eyes up to the bed to see beads of perspiration appearing on his face.
I yearn for my penis, yet he rebuffs my attempt and fixes my hand aside. "Not tonight," he signals. He continues to thrust forcefully into my sphincter, making contact with my prostate. Personal experience tells me that if I squeeze my anus, I'll probably spark his release. He recognizes this from previous sexual episodes.
Near to exploding, he halts and states, "Slow down, I don't want to cum." I understand that if I grasp my butt cheek, he'd likely explode. I've performed this feat before. Refusing to itch this urge, he forcefully notifies me, "Pinch my nipples."
I react once more with a low howl as my neck shakes backward and forward. He micromanages this action and resumes his thrusts. Reluctantly close to the climax, he ceases his thrusts, swiftly squeezes my nipples, and pulls them. My body nears the threshold level of overstimulation. Aware that I've never ejaculated without supplementary pressure, he hesitates.
"Ready?" hequeries, "Ready for me to seed your white butthole? Ready to accept my semen deep inside you?"
"Grant me your sperm," I croak.
He repositions himself on his knees, and bends down to invade my anus from above, maintaining penetration. He deepens yet again. Bending lower, he lock lips with me, all the while franticly thrusting. His tempo intensifies even further: speeding up, then driving his cock at high velocity into me. I hear his breath become labored.
With one conclusive thrust, he thrusts like a piston deep into my rectum and emits a copious number of ejaculations into me. He stays frozen in his position as his orgasm floods me. I detect his phallus's pulses. Six spurts top-heavy in me. The climax has passed, and he relaxes into me.
We share an embrace for a few moments and his breadth returns to typical. I sense his moribund sphincter attempting to push out its contents yet I constrict my region to maintain his seed inside. I rise and stroll toward the bathroom.
Offering him my limbs to maneuver around, he ambles toward the bedroom, ready to shower. I, on the contrary, prepare to enter the shower alone. Returning from the suite, I find him cozily enveloped within the sheets. I set foot beside him, expecting to be enveloped by his arms. However, he restrains himself. He whispers, "Go get a shower, then bed. You've got a busy day tomorrow. Don't cum."
I reach within my anus to sense a dab of his semen seeping and tighten up to retain his contents as I head for the shower. Sometime, we may share a shower, but not tonight. I observe him neatening the bed.
Yielding to the flow of slumber, I burrow myself next to him, when just afterward, he disengages. With our perfectly sized bed, we gently embrace, and I let go into sleep. My mind fluctuates with thoughts of what lies ahead.
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