A Mature Gay Hook Up

This is a follow up to the first story where Sam hooks up with Peter, an experienced gay man and they have a great time together, making Sam question his future life direction.

Peter and I were still laying in bed together. He'd got up and got a couple of glasses of wine and brought them back to us. I was still wearing the collar he'd put on me, but he'd unbuckled the wrist and ankle cuffs. He'd asked me if I wanted the collar removed and oddly I'd told him I was happy for it to remain in place.

We lay there and exchanged information on our lives. It was so easy, chatting comfortably. We spoke of our upbringing, career and relationships and Peter was particularly keen to discuss our sexual experience. He'd clearly lived a full life and realising his preference for guys from an early age, he'd drunk from an overflowing gay cup. I told him I was a late convert to sex with men, but was becoming more and more comfortable with it.

He squeezed my thigh with his hand, high up near my groin, "You're a very capable and sensitive lover," he said looking into my eyes, "we can all be guilty of saying all sorts of horny things in the midst of passion but I was very serious about what I said to you."

"It turned me on so much," I replied, "it was such a new experience and probably the most erotic of my life."

Peter's hand moved up to my cock which was slowly getting harder. "Mmm, good to see you're still interested too. I think you should stay overnight and we can continue to explore and then you can decide in the morning how and if you want to take this forward."

He pulled back the covers to show his cock was also reviving and I reached and held it. Peter leaned over towards his bedside cabinet, opened a drawer and reached in. He withdrew a bubble pack of blue tablets and pressed out a couple.

"I think these will give us some assistance in our endeavours," he said, putting one directly into my mouth and holding his wine glass against my lips. I swallowed without response and watched as he did the same.

He leaned towards me and we kissed, one hand holding my face as his tongue delved deeply into my mouth and then he licked all around my mouth and nose, it was very erotic. I held his cock which was getting harder and squeezed his balls. I ran my thumb across the head and felt the precum ooze out and I licked my fingers, which he then took and put them in his mouth.

"I want to find everything that turns you on Sam, no matter how kinky or odd you may think it is, I want to find all of your pleasure buttons so I can press them as hard as I can. One thing I can tell you is that you will be sucking my cock a great deal. I am obsessed with being pleasured orally and you will be required to service me very often. In fact you can give me a nice suck now."

He put his hand behind my head and pushed me down to his groin. I was very happy to comply and took the head of his cock directly into my mouth. I licked and sucked and rolled my tongue around the head, pulling the foreskin back. Peter groaned loudly which prompted more precum to ooze out which I quickly captured on my tongue. I revelled in how good he tasted.

He put his finger into the D ring on the back of the collar and pulled my head up.

"That is beyond wonderful." he said, "I could have easily cum again but I want to pace things and explore further with you."

Peter reached over to the cabinet and retrieved the cock ring and strap he had removed from me earlier. My cock had already started to respond to the blue pill and was hard and upright. He pushed the chrome ring down the shaft pulling back the foreskin then reached under my balls and buckled the strap tightly in place.

He leaned back and looked at it. "That looks so good tightly strapped up," he said, "I think you should wear it all the time, apart from when you're showering and shaving obviously."

He then took his mobile and shot some photos, making me lean back and told me to put my arms above my head onto the bedhead.

"Do you enjoy the restraint Sam or am I pushing you into agreeing to it?" he asked.

"No I love it," I replied, "I've dabbled a little in the past but not like this. I find this a real turn on."

"That's good," he replied, "Charles adored being strapped and bound and then used, he also enjoyed gags and sometimes hoods. Have you ever experienced those?"

"No I haven't," I responded, "gags have always intrigued me, I've enjoyed looking at porn where someone is gagged and they are drooling as they are being used."

He again reached into a drawer in the bedside cabinet and came out with a gag. This one didn't have a ball as usual but a small, cock from the back of it. He held it up in my face.

"This was Charles' favourite. It's a penis gag. He loved the cock going into his mouth then the strap tight around his head. It's not been used since he passed. Would you like to try it?" he asked.

I nodded, "This will be interesting," I said.

Peter took the gag and pushed the penis into his own mouth, wetting it with his saliva then he lifted it towards my lips and I opened my mouth. He pushed it fully in. I was close to gagging from his sudden movement but managed it and the full feeling in my mouth was very erotic.

He fastened behind my head telling me it needs to be tight. He leaned back and looked at me.

"You look fabulous darling, so fucking horny. Can I take some more photos of you? Put your hands up on the headboard."

I did as he ordered. I looked directly at the camera. Here I was gagged and collared with a cock ring over my hard penis and high on Viagra. I felt so horny. Peter climbed back on the bed and put his hand on my head and pulled me towards him. He kissed my face and licked drops of saliva from the gag.

"God I could do so much with and to you," he said, pulling and squeezing my nipples which were as hard and erect as they had ever been, "and how good would these look pierced too."

I groaned through the gag, the thought was a real turn on for me too and I didn't really know why. I did know that being collared and with the penis gag deep in my mouth and the cock ring on, I felt as horny as I could remember. Was I in fact a submissive that needed to be controlled and used? It was beginning to look that way and I was excited by the prospect.

Peter took more photos of me and posed me in various positions. I was happy to comply, I had this insatiable urge to please him, probably knowing that any pleasure he received would be reciprocated with me.

He spoke again. "I belong to a small gay network, it enables me to make some good contacts both personally and sexually. We share information and swap tales of our activities. Sometimes we hook up. It's very carefully managed, everyone has to have regular STI checks and publish the results. I'd like to post some of these photos of you on my page on the web site. Would you like to see my page?"

I nodded, still with the gag in my mouth. Peter grabbed his iPad and opened up his web page. It was a very professionally created site with good, clean graphics and easy navigation. He logged in and showed me his page. It was like any other contact website with profile, biography and images only accessible to those who had paid a subscription. He showed me images of Charles, who was a good looking guy, both in normal clothes and in his BDSM gear, which were very erotic.

Peter reached around the back of my head and unbuckled the penis gag so we could talk. He asked me what I thought of the site. I told him it looked great. He said if he posted the images I might be recognised but only by those who were of the same gay persuasion. The other issue he spoke of was the fact that he would get enquiries from others for my services. He said he would obviously manage this and any movement in that direction would have to be mutually agreed, although he admitted that he and Charles did occasionally meet and play with contacts from the site and they'd had some wonderful times.

Peter then asked if I fancied a bath. He said he had a very large tub that was ideal for two and he and Charles spent many happy hours in the hot water relaxing, bathing and shaving each other. He said it was ideal recuperation particularly after some very physical play. I agreed and he disappeared through a door off the bedroom and I could hear water running as he filled the bath.

I lay on his bed musing at this unexpected turn of events. From initially seeking some gay sex I now found myself in the beginning of a submissive relationship with a gay man. I was intrigued, excited and curious of what lay ahead. I thought I can always back out of this if it takes a turn in an unwanted direction but for the time being, I was very much enjoying the ride.

Peter called from the bathroom to tell me the bath was filled and to join him. I'd released myself of all of the restraints and plodded naked to the bathroom, which was very ornately appointed in a pseudo Roman style, complete with a very large bath which Peter was lying in with his head just showing above the suds. I climbed in the hot, soapy water at the other end and our bodies lay head to toe and side by side. Peter's hands ran over my legs and he pulled one of my feet to his mouth and sucked my toes, which I found very erotic so I reciprocated and found the feeling and taste of the clean flesh was actually quite pleasant.

"Is this to your liking?" he asked. "Charles and I spent many happy hours in this wonderful bath. We would lie here, often with a glass or two of wine and discuss all many of things, putting the world to right. We very much enjoyed shaving each other, we liked to be hair free from the neck down and particularly so around our cock balls and arse. May I shave you?" he enquired.

I laughed, it seemed such a strange thing to say but none of the last hours had been anything many might regard as normal. I told him that I was happy to allow it.

He told me to come up the bath closer to him and kneel across his body. He had a the razor and shaving foam to hand and he soaped up my genital area.

"Don't be nervous," he said, "I'm pretty skilled at this and I've never caused any damage or pain in the past. You're in safe hands. I'm just going to shave around the delicate areas, we use a cream to remove the hair on the rest of the body. It's not as much fun but its quicker and easier."

Peter set about his task, carefully wielding the razor, humming in tune to the light classical background music. I watched a little nervously but was impressed by the way he moved swiftly around the various appendages and folds in the skin, directing me to lift, hold or bend at various points.

When he had completed his work he told me to go and stand in the walk-in shower. He followed me in told me to raise my hands above my head and he proceeded to cover my body in depilatory cream from neck to feet, avoiding the previous shaved areas.

"Wait there for ten minutes or so please," he said returning to the bath.

I could feel the cream doing its work. The tingling was not unpleasant and I was intrigued to see what my hair free body would look like.

After a while Peter returned to the shower and proceeded to wash off all the cream. I watched as my body hair rinsed down the waste and saw it as a sort of turning point in my life. Peter ran his hands over my body and erect penis, commenting how good I looked. He took my hand and led me back to the bath.

We lay soaking and chatting, hands exploring. The Viagra taken earlier had provided us both with hard erections which we shared. We then climbed out the bath helped each other dry with towels and returned to the bedroom.

Peter then asked me if I had ever worn stockings. I confessed I had very occasionally, the feel of nylon on my legs was very erotic. He smiled broadly and went to a drawer and produced black seamed stockings and a lacy black broad suspender belt. These too, he explained were his late partners and he asked me to wear them, which I eagerly agreed to. As I commenced rolling them up my legs, Peter fastened the belt tightly behind my back and retrieved the cock ring which he pushed down my hard cock and fastened it tightly under my hard and full balls.

Peter pulled me towards him and held me tightly and kissed me passionately.

"I cannot tell you dear boy how so turned on I am by you. I'm quite shocked how much I want to pleasure and use you so much. I find you quite intoxicating."

His statement really touched me. I felt similarly. There was something almost mesmerising about him that made me desperate to please him and agree to anything he asked. I felt I wanted to give myself to him totally and told him so.

"Thank you", he said, "I promise I will respect you but I desire to turn you into my complete and total submissive, so be prepared."

I nodded and told him to go ahead and I would submit to him as he desired.

He smiled broadly. "Gosh" he said, "in that case I think we need to discuss your marking and piercing."

I laughed, "In principle I'm up for it but need to know what's involved and how it might impact on my life. But if it makes me even more horny and turned on then I love the thought of it."

Peter responded, "I have this friend of mine Gerry, he's my hairdresser and he also looks after my tattoo and piercing requirements. We need to pay him a visit and he will talk you through it, although be prepared that he will try and fuck you! He's a great guy though so that's okay! Anyway my thoughts are piercing wise maybe an ownership ring on the top of an ear, your left nipple and a guiche piercing under your balls, that always looks so good when wearing a cock ring and plug. For the tattoos it would be a small star with a number 7 inside on the foot of the back of your neck and the same just on the flesh above your cock. What do you think?"

I listened intently, partly excited and part apprehensive. I realised that I was not only intrigued by the thought if being owned and marked as such but actually the thought of the pleasure the discomfort of the processes would bring. The tingling in my balls was an indication of my response.

"Ok" I replied, "let's go and meet Gerry and see what he has to say."

Peter clapped his hands, "Oh how exciting! On the way I want to pop into one of my favourite clothing shops. I want to see what you will look like in a pair of leather jeans. Perfect for when I take you out and show you off! But before all of that, I want you again, I want to revel in this newly hair free body."

He pulled me to him and we kissed passionately, our mouths exploring each other's then moving around the face and neck and then he moved down to work on my nipples, which he kissed, licked and sucked hard, occasionally biting and nibbling whilst grunting his approval. All the while, our hands were stroking and edging each other, the precum dribbling onto fingers which I could not resist tasting.

" I want to be inside you again," Peter said. I went to take you from behind and feel your body so close to me as I come deep inside you."

I nodded as our mouths locked together again and he moved back as I rolled over onto my front and onto my knees. With his hands he urged my thighs apart and his fingers stroked and squeezed my cock and balls from behind and then they explored my anus, stroking, gently probing and then I felt his warm breath and his tongue on my hole. It was amazing, Peter gently eased my cheeks open and pushed his tone into the entrance. The warm wet feeling of the tip of his tongue blew my mind as a further issue of precum dribbled out of my cock,

He knelt up and he took the lube from the side table and coated my hole and his cock. He shuffled closer to me, held my hip with one hand as he guided his erection to my entrance. As he gently pushed forward, I pushed back and easily his member slid in first and then pushed through the muscle, giving an almost indescribable feeling of pleasurable fullness. I gasped in ecstasy as Peter eased more into me and then I could feel his body right of close to my back. I knew then he was completely inside me.

He whispered into my ear, "You have all of me, I now want all of you, completely."

I turned my head and we kissed passionately, our eyes locking. Through our kissing I nodded and whispered back, "You have me, as you wish."

We kissed again and my mind raced. I had made a commitment which was a little worrying but I was so excited by the thought of what lay ahead I felt compelled to do so.

"That's so wonderful to hear," Peter replied, "we're going to have so much fun. Now I want to empty my balls into you to seal the deal and then our adventures can begin."

We moved together in unison, hands and bodies moving, touching, stroking holding, the intensity building. I could feel my orgasm was close and Peter was groaning with pleasure as his also approached. We cam together hard, I felt the hot rush of his seed into me which triggered me and my cum spurted out onto the bed. Peter, cupped my balls and cock, rubbing my hot cum into my skin and then licked the remains from his fingers, before pushing his fingers into my eager mouth.

We lay back down on the bed enveloped in the after glow, gently touching and stroking each other.

"Right" he said, "I've got photos to post and a call to make. Let's get this started!"