I started to follow Al's bronzed, muscular form into the bedroom but he told me to bring his clothes before he disappeared beyond the doorway. Dutifully, I brought his wine glass to the kitchen sink, placed the salmon steaks back into the fridge before returning to the living room to gather his clothes. I couldn't resist the sudden impulse to bring the crotch of his underwear to my nose and inhale his musky scent. My head reeled and my sub-boy dick strained against my panties. God, he smelled good!
Nervous with anticipation, I carried his clothing into the bedroom and placed it in the laundry hamper.
"Bring me another glass of wine," Al instructed over the roar of the tub faucets.
"Right away Daddy," I replied.
I hustled to the kitchen and poured him another glass and carried it to the master bath.
"Here you are sir," I said meekly.
He told me to put it on the edge of the tub and I bent and placed it on the tiled ledge surrounding the porcelain.
Al briefly squeezed and then swatted my right buttock as I bent to my task
I gasped and shot upright.
"Hold still baby," Al whispered in my ear.
He grabbed the waistband of my panties and skinned them down my legs. I stepped out of them and stood naked with my back to him.
"Get in the tub," he instructed, giving me a gentle push.
I stepped into the steaming water and sank down into it's almost painful heat.
Al knelt by the side of the tub and produced a sponge from a basket on the floor. Dipping it into the hot water he brought it up and squeezed it against my chest, causing a cascade of hot water to run down my front. I sighed at the sensation.
"Mmm, you're such a sexy sissy," Al muttered as he brought the sponge up and squeezed the hot water over my shoulder. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the hot water running down my body.
Al continued sponge-bathing me, punctuating strokes of the sponge with kisses on my neck and shoulder. This was something I could easily get used to.
Putting down the sponge, he stepped over the rim of the tub and sat down opposite me, but not before I could see that his cock was again at half-mast and looked like it was growing.
Jesus, this guy was virile for a man in his late 50s.
"I like to have my sub squeaky-clean," Al said as he smiled at me.
The hot water had caused a sheen of sweat to form on his forehead and, for some reason, I found this incredibly sexy.
Al reached down to the tile floor and brought up a bottle of bath gel. He squeezed some onto his hand and dipped it below the water, under my testicles and swollen cock. His fingertips brushed my anus and I inhaled sharply. Partially in shock but also as a reaction to the pleasure I felt.
"Just relax," Al whispered as his fingertips circled my hole in ever-narrowing orbits. My hips writhed involuntarily and I felt an intense urge to push against his fingers every time they brushed over my asshole.
He leaned forward and kissed me. I was completely at the mercy of this older man and I wanted whatever he wanted to do to me.
With his mouth on mine, Al's fingertip gently pressed against my asshole. I moaned against his mouth as his fingertip gently pressed into my ass. I felt him press against my resisting sphincter muscle and then experienced the briefest discomfort as he slipped the tip of his thick finger inside of me.
Al kissed the side of my neck and said "Oh, fuck, that's a sweet boy-pussy you have there Mark."
"Stand up," he ordered and I did so, eager to obey my dom.
I stood before him with my erect cock bobbing and straining as it glistened wetly.
"Turn around," he directed and I did.
"Bend over and spread your ass," was his next instruction.
My face burned a little with embarrassment but I did as he said, not wanting to displease him. I felt cool air on my anus and felt incredibly exposed.
Al's strong hands found the front of my thighs and guided me back. I felt his lips plant kisses on my wet buttocks and sighed against the pleasure it brought me.
"Mark," he whispered between kisses, "I need to make you mine."
I moaned back "I'm yours Sir. Do whatever you want."
"That's what I like to hear," he replied.
"You're my girl, aren't you?"
"Oh fuck, I am." My eyes were closed as I continued to hold my buttocks open. I could feel his breath on me and a burst of tingling pleasure exploded upward through me as placed the flat of his tongue against my anus.
I could only moan like a sick calf.
"You like that," Al said.
"Mmm," was my only possible response, my eyes closed against the incredible pleasure.
His hot tongue again found my asshole and he started to circle it around, both of his hands on my hips. I felt lightheaded and euphoric. This was new territory for me and I was quickly learning that I loved having my ass eaten.
Al's tongue continued to press and probe and I felt a sensation of hot pressure as he slipped the tip of his tongue inside my puckered asshole.
Almost without thinking about it, I pressed back against Al's mouth and his tongue slipped further inside me. I braced my hands on the edge of the tub as he fervently pushed his mouth into me, seeking to bury his tongue in me. My head down, I could see a streamer of pre-cum stretching from my slit to the water.
Al withdrew his tongue and said "turn around."
I did and found him sitting on the edge of the tub, his beautiful cock standing straight up.
I didn't need to be told and I knelt in the water and sucked him into my mouth. He put his hand on the back of my head as I sucked and bobbed on his delicious thickness. I reflected that I had had one lacklustre encounter with another guy 20 years before and then nothing since. Suddenly I was spending an evening servicing this sexy older dom and I was living out my wildest fantasy. This was light-years beyond my first encounter.
I sucked and slobbered on Al's dick, desperate to satisfy him again. I remember thinking that I hoped that this was the first of many evenings I would spend servicing Al, perfecting the art of pleasing him.
