CMNM

I stood there nervously waiting for him to answer the door.  My palms were sweaty and cold.  I shifted my weight back and forth from one foot to the other hoping that maybe he had changed his mind and I could just continue having this fantasy without ever acting on it.  I know I like doing this kind of stuff and have done similar things before but fuck if I don't get so nervous every time.

The door opened, ripping me from my thoughts.  "You must be Jared.  Come in."  I was panic stricken as I entered the small home in the Valley of Los Angeles.  What have I done?  What is going to happen to me?

I wrung my hands and stole a quick glance at my host.  He was about 6'3, taller than me, not muscular but shaped more like a military guy, marines I guessed.  You know those types of guys who are built without working out.  His blond hair was shaved tight.  I was attracted to him right away.  He had a strong military, masculine aura about him.  He was dressed in an old pair of jeans, black tennis shoes and a blue pullover polo shirt.  There was a little chest hair coming out of the top of his collar.  I'm sure he was younger than me by at least five years or so but his authoritative disposition made me feel like a submissive boy.

"I'm a little nervous," I said as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"I can see that."  He led me over to his black leather couch and sat down.  I remained standing looking at the floor submissively.  I didn't know what to do.  He didn't give me permission to sit with him so I didn't make a move until instructed.

"Take off your shoes and put them over there."  He pointed to the edge of the couch.  I quickly pulled them off and set them as neatly as I could next to the couch.  I wasn't wearing any socks but he didn't seem to notice or care.

"Come, sit next to me."  I obeyed him, sitting as close to him as I could.  He put his arm around me and touched my chest through my white untucked button down dress shirt.  He studied me closely.  "Take off your shirt," he said in a calm, quiet but authoritative tone.  I unbuttoned my shirt and leaned over slightly to take it off completely.  I leaned back against him, looking down at my smooth tan chest as he touched it.  He played with my nipples and then moved his hands down to my abs and over my jeans, stopping just short of my bulge.

"That's a nice TV," I said timidly.  I didn't really know what I was saying.  I felt like I just had to fill the silence.  He ignored my conversation.

"Your heart is beating fast."  I looked over in his direction without really looking at him.  "Yup," is all I could squeak out.

"Stand up and face me."  I obeyed him, taking the opportunity to steal another momentary look at him.  He was very attractive.

"Take off your jeans."  I slipped them off without hesitation and looked down to see how everything looked down there. 

"Come closer to me."  He pulled me in and touched my abs, then turned me around to inspect my backside.  My cock was hard and pressed tight against my underwear.  I was wearing my new Property of the USA Aussiebums.   Yup, the new ones with the ball holder.  I felt his hand touch the small of my back, my ass, and the top of my legs.  His other hand held onto my waist so that he could twist and turn me the way he wanted.  My attention shifted between studying the room and feeling his touch.  I was still nervous though.  My heart was racing so much I could feel the pressure in my ears.  He patted me on my ass then turned me around again.  I continued to look down at the floor.

"Take off your underwear."  My heart skipped a beat and I lost my breath.  I hesitated for what seemed like a minute or so and then slipped them off.  My cock caught on the edge of my underwear and slapped against my abs once it was freed.  I was so humiliated when I realized I had already pre-cum.  My cock was standing at attention.  He wiped the milky juice with his finger and held it up to me.  I bent down and licked his fingers dry.

"Stand still and don't move."  He rose from his seat, gathered all my clothes and locked them in another room.  There was no turning back now.  My clothes were gone.

"Come sit next to me."  I obeyed him.  My completely naked body now sat next to this clothed masculine man.  He touched my chest again while looking up and down my body.  I was totally silent this time.  I felt a lump in my throat.  I also felt so vulnerable.  Thoughts raced through my head in anticipation of what might come next.

His hand moved down my torso and leg.  My cock flexed several times hoping to be touched.  Pleasure raced through my body as his hand made its way back up my other leg and brushed my cock.

"Lay across my lap."  I did as I was told.  The tip of my cock pressed against his jeans.  I was so afraid I would leave them wet with pre-cum and he would be mad at me.  I felt his hand glide across my back and over my ass while his other hand rested at the base of my neck.  Cold air rushed into my anus and I felt a sense of humiliation as he pried open my ass.  His hand ran across my hole several times then cupped my balls.  I was still feeling more embarrassed than turned on, though you couldn't tell by the aching feeling I had in my crotch from being hard so long.  I lay there for a while as he inspected my body.  I felt him staring at my anus.

I felt his fingers run across my back, touch my triceps, run down my back across my ass and then land at my hole.  He fingered me just enough to show me that he could.  I just hoped I was clean.

"Stand up."  I wondered what was next.  I also panicked as I saw pre-cum string from my penis to his jeans.  It was all over him. 

"Lick this."  He pointed to my juice.  I knelt down and cleaned every drop with my tongue.  It tasted salty.  He wiped my cock head again with his finger and held it up to me.  I took his finger in my mouth as I would have done his cock if he allowed me.

"Look forward.  Stand up straight."  I did as I was told and sensed him standing close behind me.  "Let me inspect you," he whispered.  I stood there completely naked as he probed and poked at my body.  My cock never once lost its full erection.  It throbbed at times wanting so badly to be touched.  He forced me to bend over and probed my anus again.  This time he went a little deeper.  "Spread your legs," he said with his finger in my hole.  I followed his command like I had done since I arrived.

He forced me to stay in this position as he sat back on the couch.  My anus was completely exposed to him.

"Come and kneel next to me."  I did as I was told.  "Play with your penis."  I did as I was told.  "Suck your thumb."  I did as I was told and felt utterly humiliated.

"You look so stupid doing that," he said to me.  This was the first time I looked him in the eye.  I was totally devastated.  I didn't know if he was still role playing or really thought I was just stupid for doing all of this.  I smiled nervously and then put my head down again.  At this very moment I still don't know what he really meant.  I think about it all the time.  I didn't like that part.

He continued his rhythm of instruction, "Lay across my lap."  He sat at the edge of the couch and guided me across his lap.  My cock pressed against his jeans again.  He spanked my butt without announcement.  I tried desperately to surrender to it and be as silent and submissive as before but as the blows continued my butt cheeks stung severely.  I started yelping at each blow but then began screaming out.  I had to beg him to stop and he did.

"Stand up."  I did as I was told.  "Play with your penis."  I followed his command.  He unzipped his jeans just enough to let out his own cock and balls.  I nearly fainted from what I saw.  He was as hard as I was but his cock was twice the size of mine.  It was a fucking monster.  "On your knees.  Don't stop playing with your cock."

"Lick my balls."  I dove in, savoring the taste and smell.  It was heavenly.

I tried to use my hands.  I tried to lick his hard cock.  Each time I tried something different or took over he would not allow me.  He was clearly in charge of me.

"Stand up.  Jack yourself off."  He played with his cock and watched me jerk off.  I began slowly, using the continuing flow of pre-cum to lubricate my cock.  I played with my balls, squeezing and pulling them down hard the way I like to do when I'm alone.  My mind left the room for a moment, entering my own world.  I stroked my shaft up and down, feeling every sensation.  Fuck I love stroking my cock.  I stared back at his cock.  I thought about me standing there naked in a stranger's house, his eyes fixed on me as I did naughty things to myself.  I didn't even feel it coming like I usually can.  I couldn't even warn him that I was about to do it.  My cum exploded like jet fuel all over him, all over his clothes, in his hair, on his face.  He pumped his cock vigorously and within a minute he was cumming all over himself.  I stood there naked, my cock working its way down, cum dripping from the head, waiting for my next instructions.

"Get dressed," he said smiling.  "You are done."

The next morning, just last Friday, I received an e-mail from him.  He told me how hot it was for him that I did that with him.  He wanted to see me again, to have coffee with him or something.  I didn't respond and don't plan to see him.

I have thought about the whole night again and again.  I have masturbated over and over thinking about him calmly but authoritatively giving me order after order; me naked, him clothed.   It played as close to my core fetish as it could get.  This was by far the hottest experience I have ever had with a one-night stand.

Comments

[rainhawk]

Please do not take this the wrong way, but I've noticed an odd factor in your fetishes. Something that puzzles me. You engage in a fetish scene, seem to enjoy it to an extreme degree, but suddenly there's something that bothers you.

I thought that the height of a fetish scene was the total giving of yourself to another. EVEN when you may not be totally happy with every component.

This scene in particular is perplexing. "This was by far the hottest experience I have ever had with a one-night stand." But then you write "He wanted to see me again, to have coffee with him or something. I didn't respond and don't plan to see him."

This by no means should be viewed as a criticism, I'm just trying to understand your outlook. Have you thought of giving more consideration to what you think a scene should be? Or of setting guidelines upfront.

I do think that the master of a scene should not make comments that are in ANYWAY derogatory or judgmental - UNLESS that's an upfront, agreed to part of the scene. Some people are into humiliation, some are devastated by it. (I for one do not care for it in the least! I have enough problems with my psyche without damaging comments when I'm most vulnerable physically and emotionally.)

Think of me as your aging uncle trying to offer gentle advice to let you have better scenes. Alas, we're never given a book that tells us how to be gay; and, we're sure as hell, never given one that tells us how to enjoy fetishes.

[Denny]

it seems like you had a wonderful time. why not go for an encore?

in any event, thanks for sharing the tale. it was way hot and i enjoyed it.

[Michael]

sounds very sexy to me I jump at the chance to go again.
Hey u have such exciting life!!! or do u make it up?

[jared]

rainhawk. this scene was perfect for me. he tested my boundries and quickly backed off when he saw my reaction. no harm done. the reason i don't plan on seeing him is that he wanted to take the relationship further than i wanted to go. this was just play for me not the beginning of a relationship. he wanted a relationship with me.

[D]

Very hot. A result of reading your blog is that your readers begin to care about you. I have complained before (this is the last time, I've becomming a nag) that you often give no indication that you have let limits, gotten referrals, or even set up a safe call. I know of noone in this lifestyle that would encourage recklessness. Please, Jared . . . take care of yourself!

[jared]

Thanks D. Do you guys really want me to tell you all the precautions I took in the story and how I set it up.

You are making assumptions here on what I did to set this up and shouldn't be without asking.

[MikeinSanJose]

Great story as always, Jared.

Knowing that you've played this way once or twice before (>g<), I still get a little tense at some of the things you relate, but I'm thinking you're a pretty careful guy. And I know there's always at least 2 guys out there (N&J) that will always have your back and you'd never put yourself in a position that might negatively impact them (as in allowing yourself to blindly walk into a situation where you might get hurt.)

I think what you leave out of your stories adds to the excitement of them.

[Tim in Italy]

Okay, I'm wet. J, do ever wonder how many of us read your blog when we're - completely naked. I'm gonna start. It'll save time trying to get my dick outta my jeans when I find myself in the middle of one of your hot stories... not to mention the zipper burn.

[Lucky]

Jared, this is one of your hottest stories and it sounds like you throughly enjoyed yourself as well. I love it when you go into more detail about how you set it up and precautions and all that...gives us something to build up to! Thanks AGAIN for sharing!

[rainhawk]

Jared,

Thanks for the clarification. I definitely see your point.

Let me share a quick personal story about precautions. I was in a slave-master relationship several years ago. On a Saturday afternoon, I'm spread-eagled, tied tightly on the bed. My pubes, dick and balls have just been shaved. My balls are stretched to their limit. And he's playing with some nasty metal tit clamps. When suddenly his cell phone goes off! I can tell from the conversation that it's his wife, of whom I've know nothing! I also pick up that she thinks he's at the nursery supposedly looking at rose bushes. But someone from work has called with an emergency.

Holy fucking shit! The first thing I realized was that I'd not thought on any need for precautions. Second on my mind was a vision of the wife kicking in the door with a double barrel and splattering my corporeal presence all over the bedroom curtains. Needless, to say, I decided to find other ways to entertain myself.

In terms of details, I find them an incredible turn-on: pre, during and post. It adds to my warped sense of vicarious pleasure. This is sheer undisguised lascivious greed on my part. But these are your commentaries, so you by rights are the sole arbiter of what you wish to say or not say. I may want to reveal my story about the leash and collar, but I may not want to mention the ram.

[D]

jared, I stand chastened . . . and relieved. Er . . . and, rainhawk, I may be in lust! ;)

[Daedalus]

Wow, totally hot. I love the idea of him locking away your clothes....

[Chad]

Jared, reading about your experiences where you explore your fetishes makes me think about my own and is encouraging me to explore them further. I haven't done anything like what you described in this post in years, but maybe I should change that. I'm single for a reason...I might as well take advantage of that more often.

At any rate, it's a fascinating peek into your psyche. I love the fact that you're completely honest, standing naked before us, sharing your experiences. It makes me feel less self-conscious about my own fetish experiences and wanting to explore them further.

[Gary]

OMG! That was a hot account. I love cmnm scenarios....You are a man after my own heart.