The next morning I woke up in Mason's bed, with a note pinned to his pillow. He'd enjoyed the night, and wanted to see me again, but his schedule was unpredictable so he'd be in touch.
I left him a note back, thanking him for the education, telling him to hit me up when he had some time. I didn't expect to hear from him again; I might have been inexperienced but even I recognised a soft “no" when I heard one.
That was fine. The night had been great, and if that's all it was then that was alright. There were plenty of other men out there, dicks all ready to share with me.
I went to the same club on my next day off, solo this time. I made myself open: facing the room, drink held in one hand to the side, not across me, and made eye contact with anyone who looked interesting, giving them a smile. It wasn't long until one of them took the bait and left their friend group to come and sit by me.
"Not seen you here before," he yelled into my ear.
"Second time,” I yelled back.
He nodded and held his hand out. "Dance?”
I took his hand and let him lead me onto the floor. The strobe lights didn't do a great job of letting me see his face, showing me different bits for a second at a time. But he was dark-skinned. Dyed blonde hair. A chinstrap beard accentuating a strong jaw. He had a great smile, teeth flashing in the light as he pulled me closer. Ignoring the actual beat we swayed. He stroked my hairline and leaned in to kiss me.
Once again I didn't even know his name, but as I kissed back I was feeling how hard his dick was.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard, and rested his forehead against mine, giving me a wicked smile. “What's your name?" he yelled.
"I'm Nick.”
"Daniel."
“Good to meet you."
He grinned and caught my hand again, pulling me over to where his friends sat. He yelled their names into my ear and I instantly forgot them because he did it while trailing a finger down my spine. I'm pretty sure that was on purpose. Once I was all introduced, he told them he was leaving.
He didn't ask if I wanted to go with him. He assumed I would and, honestly, that alone made me want to. I was up for being a little submissive if that's what he wanted.
We walked back to his and he explained that he was a dom, but that he didn't use any BDSM stuff with someone new. That needed a more intimate and experienced relationship. But he told me to decide on my boundaries as we walked, and we'd talk about it.
So we did. I wasn't sure about doing any more than some basic sub stuff. I was happy to follow orders, be told I was a good boy, things like that. But no pain, no loss of control, no power games, nothing like that. He was clearly into more than what I was willing to do but, like he said, not for a new person. He promised to stick to my boundaries.
It sounds clinical when I write it out a bit, but it was anything but. As we talked we touched, petted, stroked, stole the occasional kiss. We were both hard just talking about what we wanted. When we were both done, he took my face in both hands and kissed me, softly and slowly at first, then slipping his tongue against mine. He moaned softly when I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging it lightly.
After a while, he pinned me to the sofa and kissed me more roughly, our lips mashing. He nibbled my bottom lip and, sliding his hands under my shirt, gently drew his nails down my torso, making me gasp and buck against him, our dicks pressing together.
I was allowed up long enough for Daniel to lead me to his bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind us.
When we got there, he turned me around and we kissed again. My hands stroked his back and his buttocks, and his slid between us to bring both our dicks together. He gently jerked them, spreading precum around, and I moaned, feeling my hips start to sway into him.
He broke off and pushed me backwards into the bed, then crawled up my body until he straddled my face.
“Can you suck good, boy?" he whispered.
I took his dick in my hand and licked the tip, tasting him, before locking my lips around him and taking as much as I could. He was thick, so it wasn't as much as I wanted, but I jerked him as I sucked, and he groaned in pleasure so I kept going until he stopped me, panting slightly.
"Good boy. Your turn.”
He swiftly slid down my body and buried my dick in his mouth right to the base. I slid my hands into his hair and gently fucked his mouth. His hand slid beneath me, caressing my hole, and I cried out, bucking harder.
Suddenly he stopped and sat up, grinning at me. “You liked that, huh, boy?"
I nodded. “Fuck yes."
“You ever been fucked before?"
“No,” I squeaked out.
“Want to be?"
“Oh, yes please."
He reached into his bedside table and brought out a bottle of lube. “Good. On your front, then, ass in the air."
I rolled over and knelt, my ass waving in the open, and felt him move behind me. His hands gently opened my cheeks and I felt a finger begin to spread lube at my opening, slowly working it in. I moaned and pushed back against it, resisting the urge to jerk myself off—for now.
Soon he had two, then three fingers inside me, and I was slippery with the silken lube. I heard the tearing of a condom wrapper and felt the head of his cock push against me, slick and hard.
“Are you ready to take me?" Daniel asked, stroking my back.
“Yes. Oh, yes…”
I pushed back into him, relaxing my hole, as I'd read I should do, as he entered me. He was slow and careful, asking me every inch if I was ok.
In all my fantasies I'd never imagined how fucking hot it might be to have someone fuck me with such care.
When he was all the way in, and I could feel him filling me, pressing against what I knew from my toys was my prostate, he leaned in and wrapped an arm around my chest, holding me close. Then he slowly moved his hips, bringing his cock out a little, then in again.
"Oh fuck yes, fuck me, harder!” I begged.
Daniel slid his dick out of me and flipped me onto my back, quickly lubing up again and sliding back inside. He tweaked my nipples as he pumped his hips harder.
I jerked my cock as he fucked me, moaning with each pump of his dick. Nothing I'd done to myself had ever come close to this. It was fucking rapture and he kept going, harder and faster.
Then he slowed, leaned in and kissed me and lifted me up to sit on his lap. He kept fucking me, only now I had some control and could angle him a little better. I cried out as he hit my sweet spot and bit my lip, gasping as we fucked, pelvic bones slamming together harder.
Then he reached down and knocked my hand off my own cock, taking over, gripping hard and jerking it fast.
“Cum for me boy. Then I'm cumming in your face, alright?”
"Yessir,” I panted, not quite sure where the sir came from but happy to go with it in the moment. "Fuck me til I cum on you, please.”
He dropped me back onto the bed, keeping my legs wrapped around his waist, and fucked me hard while jerking me off.
“Oh shit! I'm gonna cum! Don't fucking stop!" I cried out moments before my hips bucked up and locked in place as my dick pumped out cum that Daniel directed onto his own chest.
He kept fucking me, and gently stroking my cock, til I came down from my orgasm and looked up at him. "Thank you, sir.”
"You're a good boy,” he assured me, stroking my cheek. "Now when I pull out of you, I want you to jerk me til I cum on your face."
For some reason the order excited me. I wanted to feel him cum on my face. And to be told again and again what a good boy I was. I nodded and let him manhandle me until I was flat on the bed, my legs in the air, while he fucked me hard and deep.
He moaned and he groaned and he called my name and then he pulled out, yanked off the condom, and swiftly moved up to where my head was, handing me his dick.
I took it and jerked it, stroking hard and fast, and he thrust his hips, showing me the pace he needed.
“Shit yes, just like that, good boy, oh fuck… Fuck yes… I'm cumming. Right now. Fuck! Yes!"
His cum shot over my face, ropes falling into my mouth and settling on my cheeks and nose.
Daniel pumped his hips until the orgasm subsided, then collapsed on the bed next to me. He reached over and handed me a box of tissues to clean up, then he wrapped me in his arms, held me close, and we both dozed off together.
In the morning he made us coffee and eggs, and as we filled our stomachs, sat at diagonals to each other at the kitchen table, he reached out and held my hand.
"So how was last night for you? I know this is all fairly new to you, and I hope you made you feel safe, but it's good to talk about it. You might find some things you don't like after trying them, or things you do want to try. It's important you can tell me."
“I was ok trying the thing where you came on my face, but I didn't like it so much. I did like being called a good boy though, it made me feel submissive, and calling you sir heightened that. I didn't realise how much I might enjoy being a sub but I'd like to explore it some more. How about you?”
“Well first, I promise never to cum on your face again, that's fine. And if you like the boy/sir dynamic then we can have that while we see what else I can entice you with."
He gave me his wicked grin and stroked my cheek, briefly slipping a thumb over my lips. “What would you like to try next?"
"I'm not sure…I guess I always kind of enjoyed watching someone be tied down and blindfolded but I need to work up to that."
“Yeah, that's some high-trust stuff. Then how about if we just fuck right here, in the kitchen.”
He reached under the table and squeezed my dick through my borrowed sweats as he spoke, and I felt a jolt go through me as it awoke from its slumber, eager for action. I'd always done my masturbation in my room because I lived with others, but here it was just the two of us. Somehow fucking in the kitchen was, all by itself, a turn on. I guess it felt forbidden? I didn't get much time to think on it before Daniel had his pants off and was standing next to me, dick in his hand.
"Suck me,” he commanded.
I obeyed. I swirled my tongue around his head and took in what I could. Truthfully this wasn't becoming my favourite thing to do, but the noises he made and the way his hips tilted towards me, his hand tangling in my hair, were more than enough to make up for it. When he pulled out and reached into a drawer for some lube I laughed.
"Do you have some of that within each everywhere?”
“Pretty much." He grinned at me. He dropped a condom into my hand and I slowly eased it down his cock, before standing and leaning over the table.
He lubed my hole and slowly slid into me. I could hear his faint gasps at each push, and I pushed right back, feeling his cock nudge my prostate. We moved slowly, him stroking my back, finding a rhythm. He used long strokes, pulling almost all the way out, then back in, his balls slapping against mine.
“Fuck. Oh you're so tight. My good boy. How does this feel?"
“Oh god…" I groaned, spreading precum around the head of my dick. "Don't fucking stop, sir. I want you to cum fucking me."
“And what about you?" he panted, gripping my shoulder for greater leverage as he rammed me harder.
"I want you to jerk me off into your mouth.”
He grunted an affirmative and proceeded to make a series of short, hard thrusts.
“I'm gonna cum in your ass, boy. Don't worry, I'm still wrapped. You want it?”
The kitchen table was slowly moving across the floor as he humped me hard into the edge, and I stumbled.
Daniel caught me and deftly bent me over the counter instead. “I got you, boy. You good?"
"Uh-huh. Cum in my ass, sir.”
"You got it. Fuck yeah. Gimme that ass. Can I slap it, gently?”
"Yes, sir.”
He was true to his word. The slap was gentle but firm, and it sent a tingle through me that hit my hard dick like an electric shock. "Oh shit! Oh yes, sir, yes.”
Daniel slapped the other cheek, his panting growing harsher. "Good. Boy. Fuckkkk. Yes. Oh yes. Squeeze that ass for me!”
I squeezed, and felt another firm slap, then Daniel stiffened, his hips thrusting hard into me, making an extended groan which turned into small whimpers as his body loosened up again and he draped himself over me. I felt so safe when his body covered mine. I loved that.
As soon as his breath was mostly caught, he turned me around and lifted me up onto the counter, so my dick was pointing right at him and he kissed me deeply as he began stroking it. He took some lube and his hand slid smoothly over my hardness. My hips, with a mind of their own, pumped my dick into his hand.
"You're such a good boy. I love to fuck you,” he whispered into my ear, making me shiver and my dick swell further.
"I love being fucked by you, sir,” I gasped back as I felt my vision start to blur at the incoming wave of orgasm. “Don't stop! Just like that! Yes!" I leaned back, letting go with a cry as my cum spurted out of me and, as promised, I saw Daniel catch it in his mouth and close his eyes as he tasted me.
He kissed the tip of my wilting dick as he let it go and grabbed a teatowel to clean us both up, helping me down from the counter and pouring us both more coffee from the pot.
"Let's get comfy." He smiled and led me to the sofa, where we dropped and he tucked me into him. I fit perfectly under his arm and he held me as we drank our coffee.
We talked about what we'd done. I enjoyed the gentle slaps. I said I didn't enjoy the blow jobs as much, but I explained I was happy to do it for his pleasure, which he accepted with a nod.
Then we watched a movie, cuddled up like the lovers we now were. I didn't know what this might become, or for how long, but I was content that I'd found a teacher who would take care of me as I learned. For then, that was plenty.
