We were still for several minutes. Franky with his head resting on the back of the sofa, eyes close and me with his semen drying on my face, feeling his cock soften against my skin, his smooth thighs soft and warm.
I felt his hands on my face and I looked up at him.
He had an expression of contentment but also anticipation.
He eased himself to one side and walked across to the bathroom and returned with a damp flannel.
Carefully he wiped his cum off my face and hair.
I can still remember the smell of his cum as well as the smell of the gel on the flannel.
It was jasmine and to this day when I catch the smell of jasmine a picture of that moment and images of the rest of that evening form inside my head and my cock stirs.
We have another glass of wine each.
I hold on to Franky , waiting for his next move, ready to do his bidding
He takes my hand and leads me to the bed.
The next hour we spend under the duvet. Of course, Franky takes the lead, stroking, fondling, caressing me.
I am purring and moaning softly the whole time.
When his fingers move to my bottom and , inevitably, touch my anus I gasp.
It must be a primitive instinct, a desire rooted in time, for a man’s bottom to be a centre of sexual pleasure.
Somehow we find ourselves facing each other on our sides, our faces pressing into each other’s groins.
Then my cock is in his mouth and I open my lips and enclose his cock.
I feel his hands on my buttocks, his fingers near my anus, one of them stroking it gently
I make strange noises. I want his fingers inside me.
And, as he begins to push one into me I respond by moving my lips hungrily over his solid cock.
This goes on for ages
We change positions
We stroke each other, lick each other, orgasm several times.
Two or three hours of sexual delight
Then there is another moment I will never forget.
I am on my back.
Franky is between my thighs and I raise my legs wide and high.
My bum is exposed and open and available
I feel his cock against my anus.
I look at him offering myself
I want him to bugger me there and then.
I am his for the taking.
But, I am too tight
He cannot penetrate me. The pressure hurts and he hesitates
He stays on top of me and whispers ‘We need lubrication. Let’s not force it. We have plenty of time. I’ll get some later today’
Eventually we fall asleep and I have a dream in which I am a sex sl.ve, used by man after man in a gay harem. Franky is always there watching me being buggered relentlessly, on my back, on my stomach, knees, on the carpet, against the wall.
When I wake up, my back is towards Franky, his cock semi-erect and resting against my bottom
We will have to get through the working day before the dream becomes reality |
