serve my master. When he returned he was instantly aroused again, bending down to stretch my cheeks apart and touch me. The he knelt and grabbed my hair, pulling back my face. His cock was stiff again, this guy had some stamina as he wanked himself stiffly, occasionally wiping his cock against my face until he surged forward, pressing my face back as he came so strong, smothering me in his white sticky cream which was literally dripping off me, it was then I first experienced something I would never have agreed to before, but he had me where he wanted and when I felt the stream from his still stiff cock hit me I knew what was happening, I took in the scent of his yellow rain as he well and truly initiated me all over my back and ass, leaning a little to position his shaft so that it flushed my cock and balls as well. When he turned the shower on we were both wreathing in the heat of it, at last he released my handcuffs and I felt his strength encircle my being as his rough beard pressed into my chest, his fingers hungry for my ass again, his cock bulging as he grabbed my hand and guided it down, to feel his extremity under the shower, I wanked him rough as he asked me too, jerking his cock roughly side to side giving him the mother of wanks as he came strong once more, spurting all over the tiled wall.

And the night hadn’t even started! In a couple of hours we would be rested and ready for round two. He asked if I would piss over him, that he would really like it. Well it was a shared thing, he had told me after all that he wasn’t into spanking until he met me, and seeing how my ass looked bent over changed his tune, like it was with me, now I wanted to piss over him when before it would have seemed undesirable, with him , seeing how he responded when I gave him a bladder full, changed all that. It was all part of our very exiting and thrilling time together and, looking down at him, crouching on his knees, wanting even more for me to piss on him was really captivating, I swamped him and watched his response as his tongue lapped it up like a cat with cream. It is strange just how sexual feelings can change your particular turn on’s - and all so wonderfully too.

I looked forward to Saturday, Roger was into country walks and me too. We had a lot in common in more ways than one and, during our walk, he shared with me his first sexual experience, how he used to help an older guy in an allotment for some pocket money, but he soon found out the services required were not just for help in the allotment when the guy took him into the potting shed.

“He’d just want me to wank him off all the time, that went on for a couple of weeks and there were more stained handkerchiefs on the shed floor than anything else! Once he asked me if I would like a wank, I felt very embarrassed already at what I had done but when his hands started to play with me I relaxed and found it was more than enjoyable. He gave me such a firm one and it was the first time I had been gobbled too. Trouble is then he wanted me to gobble him and it didn’t