Warning…This is one of my Erotic Escapades.
It’s a St. Stephen’s Day. The Christmas decorations still up and a light snow falling outside. The rest of the city’s asleep. I’ve just seen the last guest off after a white tie dinner at my house–a fine, old Victorian mansion in the old part of town. My sub is a luscious ginger twink with pale skin and not a freckle anyplace–almost like a china doll, and fantastically sculpted uncut dick. We start a make out session in the living room and move up the stairs leaving a trail of clothes behind us.
By the time we’re at the top of the stairs, we’re both down to our boxers. He’s wearing the black ones he unwrapped a couple of days back. I scoop him up in my arms and carry him to the bed. We kiss for what seems like hours. I start making my way down his torso. His nipples are bright red rubies, and I let my tongues play across them and thrill at the way he gyrates under me. It’s time to use my teeth and bite down to send some exquisite pain through him. His dick is hard and he’s trying to reach down to tend to it before I get there. There are rules. He knows them. I grab him by the wrist and hold him firmly in place. I want to be the one giving him pleasure. I kiss my way down his chest, belly, and stop just as I reach his navel. I learned this trick from a boyfriend I has in my early twenties – younger than Reyes is now as a matter of fact. I let my tongue circle around the perimeter of his navel. When I hear the moans of pleasure, I plunge it in like a dick going into his hole. I work it back and forth, and in my frenzy at his frenzy I feel my own load starting to rise.
Suddenly he’s pulled away from me. We’re both panting. I look at him puzzled. “Sorry, I really gotta piss. It can’t wait.” I follow him into the bathroom. My idea is maybe to…Okay it’s not well thought out. Maybe kiss his neck while he’s draining his bladder? But just as he reached the toilet, it dawned on me. I circled his waist with arms. He tensed, and I took advantage. I reached in his fly and whipped out his half-hard cock for him. Obviously I’ve held my own dick while I pissed. I’ve seen lots of other men piss – sometimes erotically sometimes not. This is the first time I’ve done this though. “Go ahead,” I whispered in his ear “piss. I’ve got it all taken care of.” He trusts me, so he lets loose. It’s strange for both of us. Man, the feel of his piss running through him and into the toilet gave me a raging hard on. I flicked the droplet of urine from his member with one hand and pulled his boxers down with the other. Before he realized what had happened, he was facing me with his uncut dick in my mouth.
After he’d shot his load – yes I’m a swallower before you ask, I had my tongue working his chocolate starfish. Damn did he love that and pushed further and harder against my mouth. It was hard to get up and back to the bedroom, but we managed. Now it was his turn to give me a blow job. While I’m definitely on the medal stand in the Cocksucking Olympics, Reyes is the holder of the platinum medal they established just for him. I swear he can suck the chrome of a ‘57 Chevy from the next county. He also did his special trick. He slipped the condom on my dick as he was sucking it. Okay, kid, it’s fuck your ass time.
By now I was so horny that I swear it only took me six strokes to fill the rubber with juice, and Reyes came again. Well, he’s been such a good guy that I had to lick the cum off his stomach. We were asleep in each other’s arms as soon as we got the bed turned down.
Morning came, and with the new day came some some new experiences.
For a number of reasons, I wasn’t able to make the trek to Fog City for 
I know there are some who would find this sort of sexual outlet degrading to some set or other. But in BDSM circles, that just isn’t the case. The participants are all more than willing players in the scene. Respect by all for all is generally a given, and all are welcome at the feast.
