I am only in my early twenties, _s_e_x_y, top and masucline; and if I would die tomorrow, I would have to say I have indeed lived my deepest fantasty. Having lived this fantasty with the person I have chosen to spend my life with- my lover, my sole mate, makes it all the better. This person is a white male in his early thirties with a 27 waste line, a killer year round tan, and the tightest little ass. Having lived this fantasty with both my lover and another male with identical features makes this a dream come true.
My lover is everything a man could need. As a man in my early twenties, I enjoy the "motherly" as well as the "wively" duties he performs for me. If my lover is not bent over getting his ass licked and _f_u_c_k_ed by me, he is washing my white briefs.
There is nothing like the feeling of coming home from work at the marina, dripping wet with sweat, only to be greeted by my lover in the _s_e_x_iest pair of bikinis imaginable with that flawless tan. He is waiting to perform his "wively" duties and cook up dinner and put that hot little ass out for my eight inch _c_o_c_k_. But first, he will take care of a "motherly" duty, one I really like, one that makes my _c_o_c_k_ exlode. He will sometimes ask me to strip. His bitchy tongue (the one you love and the one that makes your _c_o_c_k_ rage) orders I take off all my clothes. I peel off my soaking wet shirt, unbuckle my belt, pull it out of the loops and lay it beside the couch (as ordered by him), take off my boots and socks, drop my jeans to my ankles, and step out of them. I now stand befoere my lover, in my briefs only, I am the SOLE TOP, I am stronger, tougher, but that bitchiness in his tongue holds me in a spell. He reaches for my _c_o_c_k_, pulls it out the top of my briefs and sucks it or wacks it off- all for greater infliction of what is to come.
When I have shot my load, I step out of my briefs and my ass is SPANKED! The shame of it is spellbounding. Again, I could (in a second) kill this petite little thing, but dont. Sometimes, he will pick up my belt left on the floor and use it for a while. I thought that nothing beat the feeling of being brought to boyhood by your bottom lover and then back to manhood (as that little bottom gets _f_u_c_k_d so hard afterwards), was the best thing in the world. I had no clue my fantasty had only begun.
TO BE CONTINUED.............