Tony had something special in mind when he phoned me to say for me to be at his place at ten.
I could tell, it was something about the tone of his voice.
Ever since we met he has been a darling. He is forever pampering and complimenting me, saying things like; "You are the best thing since sliced bread" and I have to admit that is nice.
I usually reply to the tune that I only like whole meal bread and that is when he gets terribly nitty-gritty.
It is our banter with each other that usually starts the ball rolling, especially his when he replies; "I love the way you make a whole meal of me!"
He is as much to me as I guess I am to him and even if he is a little perverted in his method sometimes I go along with it and usually find in the end I enjoy it.
I've gotten used to his surprises; it is part of what Tony is all about.
I guess because we are that close that being together is enjoying each other's company to the full, so if he enjoys something new, that usually arises when we are in the midst of deep bonding, I aim to let him fulfill his enjoyment and know that eventually I will come around to it.
Like now I am what he calls, a fully-fledged servant in the mode of a particular role- play exercise when he is the master and I the servant, and woe betide me if I am naughty.
The first time I received my punishment for being subordinate attracted three lashes of a cane across my buttocks, me placed neatly over his lap presenting myself in the way he loves, and feeling the consequence of that painful sting.
But with what followed it was well worth the soreness and I guess I grew accustomed to the occasional spanking when he was in that mood.
As much as I liked to be tied like a prize turkey ready for stuffing, it was all part of the wonderful sensations we shared.
So when he phoned with that certain lustful tone in his voice I was prepared for anything. And that is what made it so very exciting and thrilling knowing Tony, because he was always unpredictable and never boring,
But over the three months we had been fucking it was always on a one to one sharing basis, with a slight variation the second time we met, he had a notion about how it may be to have a woman join us. I had never been a bisexual guy but when he phoned me first as he always did, making an arrangement for us to meet and shag, he sort of hinted there may be a girl, so I went along with it on the premise that maybe I may just adapt to a threesome of that kind, that is could be a learning curve and so I went for i
Trust Tony to have a laugh at my expense. Meeting me at the door he invited me in as always, giving me the welcome hug and squeeze in the Netherlands and guiding me into the lounge to meet sweet Cynthia.
There was I all perked up and ready for anything. Guess what? -well this was the time I discovered that Tony had a weird sense of humour when he introduced me to 'Cynthia' perched seductively and quite naked on the settee.
"You fucking pervert! I yelled when he prompted me to shake hands with a blow up doll and we both shook with raucous laughter.
"You'd better expect anything of me" Tony said with a very mischievous look. "I thought you would enjoy, don't worry though, I'm not bi. Not even with dolls so any suggestions what we could do with Cynthia?"
We tried strange things that would never work, seeing Tony masturbate into a gross looking dolls mouth did nothing for me and, as it turned out, for him neither.
I guess I should have known then Tony was looking for a third party to enhance our relationship.
"Forget the doll and let me do that" I interrupted snatching his ripe cock from Cynthia's synthetic mouth.
"This is for real" I purred placing myself comfortably to take his splendour fully into my mouth. As always it felt good and I so loved to enjoy Tony in this way. It was always the perfect prelim to our sensual extravaganza's and when we both enjoyed mutual sucking I felt the soothing of sucking and being sucked. It felt like luxury being with Tony and he never failed to please. I adored his little habits like the way he teased my balls when prizing my foreskin away from my plum, the way he slapped me on each thigh as he worked my cock for the best oral insertion, then the way he beckoned me to open my thighs when I felt the delicious sensation of his fingertips teasing along the stretch of skin between my balls and asshole, as he still fully sucked me to oblivion, giving me the most rapturous sensations as he began to rim and stretch me in preparation for the entry of that wonderful heavenly length of masculinity probing deep into my mouth.