The whole thing was heightened by feeling totally used and controlled by another man like this and it was clear from the way that he was coaching me and telling me what was going to be happening next that this was a big turn on for him too. I mentioned that James knew that sex was between the ears. He knew that he had me in a virtually altered state of mind and questioned me about my likes, dislikes and fantasies. I opened up to him like I had never done before in my life. He was really into my head and totally had me under his control. When he told me to get on the bed, I was really eager to have him mount and fuck me, but I could have also stood there for another hour as it was such a turn on, body and mind. As I lay on the bed, just like our first time, he began to lick and massage my buttocks, and then all of a sudden I felt him begin to bite into them. When he had me confessing my fantasies I had told him that erotic biting was something that I had always wanted to try. He really had me with this, as he varied from nibbling to biting, which at times really had me squirming and clutching the pillow when he bit really hard. I was thrilled by this and kept lifting my ass a little to encourage him. He seemed to have a perfect sense of just how much pain was too much and I suspect my moans and groans helped him to gauge just how far to go. At this point I really was longing to have him fuck me. I spun around; he was kneeling and I dropped my mouth onto his cock, sucked it to a full, hard erection, then lay back down and asked him to fuck me. I was well lubed from the bedside piece of heaven, and I think he was just as anxious as me to get laid and slowly slid into me. He was a full nine inches and thick but again took his time until I was fully relaxed enough to take him all the way in. It was pure heaven feeling him on top of and inside me.
Unlike our first encounter when he came quite quickly he took his time and pleasured himself by sliding almost all the way in and out, which was a huge turn on for me. Then all of a sudden he hopped off, flipped me onto my back and started to position himself to fuck me in missionary. This I was not ready for and not sure that I wanted to do it, as it seemed to be a level of intimacy that I was not at all sure about. Nevertheless he persisted and, oddly, being dominated like this was exciting even though "stop" was screaming in my mind. Within seconds he was back inside me and had me totally at his mercy. He was literally fucking me like I was a woman. I was totally torn by being used this way and not really wanting to (or so I thought) and yet in complete contradiction I wrapped my legs around him and pushed down as he thrust up into me. Now it was no longer a languid stroking in and out of me, but powerful excited thrusting that culminated in his shuddering orgasm. As he finished he was truly spent. I pulled his head down onto my chest as he gathered himself while his erection subsided and withdrew from my well used butt. Having had sex like this, being used and dominated, there was no doubt about who was in charge in the bedroom. Amazingly we had been at it for two hours and I had not cum yet. We hopped into the shower together, gave each other a good soapy erotic clean up, and returned to the bedroom where we slid into a glorious 69. For me, sucking on a cock while being devoured at the other end is hot beyond words. In subsequent visits we would take our time in a 69 for as long as thirty minutes. I had a lot of pent up energy and after a few minutes had an explosive orgasm which he sucked down until I was truly finished. James could really give a blow job. He had me finish him while he stood in front in front of my mirrored closet while I was on my knees. I was to find that he liked this dominance and watching me in the mirror while I performed for him. Truth told I loved looking into the mirror to watch his reactions and of course to watch my blow job performance on his erection. It was like being in my own porno movie.
We had a good chat over a beer when we had dressed and gone back down stairs. I was surprised that I felt no awkwardness. After all, this was very new for me and he was used to it, and I was oddly feeling no regrets about the Dom-Sub that had been established. He surprised me when he told me that he had never tried anal before. His wife was not into it and the three men that he had tried Bi with were, like him, tops who had no interest in being penetrated. He confided that it had always been a huge desire and it had been a big turn on fucking me like that. You could call it a perfect storm, because he always wanted to seduce my butt into submission with his tongue and lubed finger-fucking before he fucked my brains out in every position imaginable, including doggy, cowboy and his favourite mish. He certainly had a willing partner as I craved these attentions and always looked forward to his visits with a case of the eager butterflies. When I saw him to the door we gave each other a goodbye hug. I was actually sorry to see him go and would have gladly fallen to my knees at the front door and started all over again.
I will contribute a third and final chapter to this period in my life. It will detail how our Bi relationship affected my cougar friend Muriel, his wife, and how I was convinced to join James and his regular Bi friend for a MMM threesome.
