Puppy Love

I was very excited, not unlike the previous two encounters I’d shared with Matt, but this time there was something strangely different. I did not have the sense of overwhelming fear that I had had before. Perhaps the effects of the wine had relaxed me enough that I did not think the fearful and fretful thoughts to which I usually was a slave. Or perhaps I simply was trusting Matt a little more each time. Probably it was a combination of both factors; nonetheless, it felt so comforting to be with him, in his presence and under his control, and not to be terrified. I lay back on the bed beneath him, stretching myself out, wanting to offer every part of me to Matt, my hero, the only man I’d ever loved.
Leaning over me, he reached down and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. I was tempted to assist him, to proceed myself to the second button. I looked into his eyes, though, and knew that I should simply lie there and allow him to do with me what he chose. Very slowly, he then advanced to the second, then the third, then the fourth buttons. When he had successfully completed this mission, I then automatically arched my back as he pulled the shirt from the back, un-tucking it from my khakis. He slid his hands then across my smooth chest and up onto my shoulders, pushing his fingers beneath the fabric of my shirt. In a very smooth movement he pushed down the sleeves of my shirt exposing my shoulders entirely. Finally, he grabbed each of the cuffs of my shirt and pulled as I pulled back my arms towards my body, removing them entirely from the shirtsleeves. I then leaned forward as he pulled the shirt from beneath me.
This seemed an unusual turn of events, for me to now be lying here in front of him, shirtless, while he stood there totally clothed. Even during our last encounter when I’d stripped to my underwear for him, I had already seen him exposed to me when we were in the bathroom. He then moved his hands down to my waist and undid my belt loop, then the button on my pants. He unzipped me.
My breathing was becoming more rapid as I grew more and more excited, though still not afraid. Still I trusted him with all of my heart. He backed up slightly, reaching down to pull off my shoes. He then grabbed my pant legs. I pulled my legs up for him and again arched my back so he could smoothly and easily remove them. Now here I lay, naked but for my socks and boxer briefs, stretched out on my bed staring up at him. He smiled at me, seeming to take in the sight of me. I wondered what his thoughts were during those few seconds. Was he aware of how very much he controlled me? Was he aware that I would do literally anything for him, simply because of who he was and because of how I felt about him? Did he know that I truly belonged to him at this point?
“Do you have any lotion, pup?” His voice was gentle and calm. I wondered if he planned to give me a massage. I nodded to him and pointed to my bedside stand. I thought briefly at that moment that he may find it peculiar that I kept a bottle of hand lotion beside my bed, but he acted as if it was completely normal, and he leaned over to open the drawer and remove it. He placed the bottle beside me on the bed and then moved his hands to the waistband of my briefs. “Let’s get these off of you, pup.” He pulled them down as I pressed my hips forward to raise my butt slightly from the bed. Almost instantly I was then naked before him. “For being such a little guy, you have a pretty good sized cock.” He made this remark as a statement of fact, and I was unsure of how to respond. Should I thank him, deny it, agree with him? I simply looked at him, though, saying nothing.
I was so hard then as I lay there exposed to him. Part of me wanted to jump up from that bed right then and drop down to my knees in front of him. Another part wanted to go on with whatever he was about to do to me. I was so torn, wanting mostly to serve him, but also wanting to experience the pleasure of his loving touch. “I’m going to ask you some questions, pup, okay? And you are going to answer me honestly.”
I looked into his eyes and nodded. “Yes sir,” my response was nearly a whisper.
“Have you ever messed around with another guy… I mean other than me?” I shook my head as I continued to stare at him. “Okay, well I know you have jacked off before; I have the hand lotion to prove it.” He smiled at me after glancing over to the lotion beside me. “When you jack off, what is it that you fantasize about?”
“Um, I don’t know sir. It’s hard to describe.”
“No it’s not,” he corrected me, “Do you think about guys or girls, clothed or unclothed? Do you think about sucking dick, getting sucked? Do you fantasize about being fucked?”
“Well all those things, sir,” I confessed, “except I haven’t really fantasized about girls for a long time. I mean I used to try thinking about them on purpose. I wanted to see if it would…you know…turn me on.”
“Did it?”
“No,” I said honestly.
He did not look surprised. “Okay, well when you jack off, do you ever put anything into your butt? I mean like your finger?”
I was a bit shocked by the question. “No sir…why would I do that?!”
“Well, if you were fantasizing about being fucked, I thought you might jack off like that. Doesn’t matter one way or the other. Just was wondering.”
“Sir, do you want to fuck me?”
He looked down at me, staring me right into the eyes. “Pup, I am going to fuck you. It’s just a question of when. I want to make sure you are ready. And I think you want me do it, too. Don’t you?”