Uncovering Repressed Desires

[Donnie had a weekend without his wife, newborn baby and after months of chatting with men online, met up with a wealthy business man in Des Moines, driving in from a small town 30 minutes away. Colton R. Donovan had just swallowed Donald "Donnie" Tolbart as Donnie had phone sex with his wife Mel. Read Uncovering Repressed Desires 01 for full background]

It was an extremely awkward moment, Donnie sat half-naked, Mr. Donovan clothed and both men sipped on the drink, the taste of his own cum on his lips. Post-orgasm regret tried to sweep over Donnie - Is this what he wanted? Was it too late, or could he just go home?

"My dear friend," Mr. Donovan started, skilled at finding the right words. "That was well done. I want to stress that keeping your wife satisfied is a primary concern of mine, while I get to know you. That is if you want to stay and explore some more?"

Not going home. Donnie's interest was drawn in by his caring comment and the sincerity in the man's voice. Getting to know someone was a process, not an act, and paired with an incredible orgasm, Donnie began a connection with Mr. Donovan. He nodded 'yes' and looked up at soft eyes that turned focused and alluring.

"Please, let's continue our evening by accepting and acknowledging our vulnerabilities," Mr. Donovan said getting up and taking off his shirt. Buttons first, then slipping it back, laying it aside and taking off the undershirt. He was a fit man, worked out daily, his arms were long reaching down as he undid his belt, pants, dropping them, then sliding his boxers down.

Donnie got his first look at that cock, it dangled, about 8", semi-hard, precum oozing from the tip. Mr. Donovan's remnants of excitement while blowing, kissing and swallowing his young protégée. The naked, older man, walked towards the bar, motioning to follow.

Donnie almost stumbled out of his pants and boxers, shedding the rest of his clothes, in a haste, clumsily making his way beside Mr. Donovan at the bar. The two men were now naked, sharing drinks, after a first sex act shared with Donnie's wife on the phone.

Donnie's head was spinning and he was a little self-conscious, lagging behind in body fitness, endowment and confidence to the older Mr. Donovan. Donnie was a little nervous, though he trusted Mr. Donovan to take care of his needs and to say the right things.

"I find you most appealing, Donnie," the older mentor said, looking Donnie over walking to him, handing another drink. "How did you feel about the taste we shared in the warmth of our first kiss?"

Expertly Mr. Donovan moved from getting to know Donnie to talking about what just happened. Reflections so there would be no misconceptions on what happened, exploring what Donnie liked and what he didn't like. Donnie tried to hide his feelings for a moment, almost changing the subject, then thought 'what the hell let's explore this.'

"Um, different," Donnie said, catching himself being vague, then expounding on his real thoughts. "The end of a hard orgasm often diminishes how much I'm turned on. I'm processing the fact your lips, my wife on the phone, my first kiss from a man and the taste you shared in a short amount of time. I have a lot of questions, a little discomfort, hint of regret up until about one minute ago. I enjoyed the softness of your lips, while I've tasted my own before, it's better being shared, you're an expert kisser. "

Mr. Donovan smiled, feeling the discomfort in their exchange giving way to comfort and determined in that moment to give Donnie everything he had in mind for the evening. The older man's cock shaft filled a little, lengthening him as they talked at the bar.

"What do you feel now?" Mr. Donovan said, continuing their exploration.

"Continued comfort, really," he said. "We're naked. The taste of me is still on my senses, the smell of cum still in the room and I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. I'm looking back at your oral performance with some latent enjoyment, wondering about more experiences in the future."

"Do you feel comfortable undressing in front of your wife, um Mel is it?" Mr. Donovan said, Donnie nodding affirming the name. "After you undress, after it is you roll off of her, do you feel comfortable? Did you feel comfortable as I undressed?"

Donnie pondered for a moment and said he wasn't always comfortable undressing before his wife, more now day and that he was comfortable after having sex, and that he enjoyed watching Mr. Donovan disrobe.

"I was more curious than anything as you undressed, to be completely honest," Donnie said, looking, Mr. Donovan up and down. "You are an alluring man dressed or undressed."

"I have held a long belief that we conform to the group norm on everything," Mr. Donovan said. "You are comfortable right now, and if there were five other guys naked, without judgement, you would be comfortable as well."

"I would have to get used to five naked guys, Sir," I said, again submitting to a pleased Mr. Donovan.

"We fear judgement, and if the judgement is simply being naked or not, and the group was naked you'd feel comfortable shedding your clothes," Mr. Donovan said chuckling. "I have a lot of data supporting that statement."

"Perhaps I would be quite comfortable but I'm afraid I might judge, or compare. I'd don't stack up against your size and fitness." Donnie said, honestly. "You made me feel comfortable in your actions and words, it goes a long way and I feel fortunate to be here with you. That's why I'm willing to push my comfort limits, in a whole group that would have to be established."

"Fair enough, and you're correct in it takes time." Mr. Donovan said. "James shared some of your sexual background something about a night, naked with friends? Can you recall your "comfort" level back when you were streaking in the backyard before playing truth or dare and sucking off your friend?"

Donnie remembered chatting with James and thinking about that night often as he played online. He recalled his original titillation was that there was a camp of girls streaking and probably sharing similar experiences. Sure three guys were naked, alone, playing truth or dare, showing their "excitement" in the form of a raging hard on that was directed in the girls direction.

"I was excited to be naked and thinking sexual things," Donnie said, looking Mr. Donovan in the eyes, seeing his interest peaked. "When the dare came to wrap my lips around his cock, I really didn't hesitate to do it at the time or think about it immediately after, repressing it until years later."

"So you didn't hesitated to perform the act, but never thought about it or talked about it afterwards or with him?" Mr. Donovan said.

"It wasn't until after I was married, and started chatting that I even considered it again," Donnie said, actually wondering what he missed out on. "I use it to formulate role-play in chat rooms or one-on-one on messenger jerk-off sessions. I've shared it with no one that knows or cares about me, personally."

Mr. Donovan stopped his questions and moved a little closer to Donnie, reaching down holding out his fully, 8" erect cock by the base. "I believe it's time you continue your journey by starting where it began. Was your friend sitting, standing or laying down?"

"Laying down," Donnie said, the saliva in his mouth activating, realizing this was happening. Mr. Donovan, moving to the nearest couch and get comfortable there, Donnie following him over, setting his drink on the end table as Mr. Donovan propped his head up on a couple pillows to see him work, his growing penis now almost straight in the air.

Donnie moved in, transported back to that summer evening, the heat, the three guys naked, he had said "dare" and his friend said, "put my cock in your mouth and touch your lips to it." Donnie obeyed this command he heard in his head, his lips feeling the velvet flesh for the first time in 15 years, pressing them together, the shaft was a little harder than he remembered.

He moved his mouth up and down the length, Mr. Donovan taking his hand off of it as it grew harder to the warmth of his mouth. It took just a couple minutes to relive the moment from Donnie's college days and now he contemplated how to satisfy his new mentor. Donnie quickly thought of Mr. Donovan's mouth on his cock, just moments ago, guiding him to orgasm and Donnie began to go through each move.

Donnie focused on the head, larger than his, like the length and the width of the cock, it was bigger in every sense. He pressed his tongue to the hole on the tip, wanting the pre-cum to leak out, pressuring lower with his hands, now under his balls. He felt Mr. Donovan sigh, and was pleased to produce a sigh he was giving pleasure.

Donnie ran his tongue under the ridge of the cock's head before moving his lips to it's side sucking on the shaft, sliding down it's length to his balls. Donnie took them in somewhat instinctively, especially after noticing there wasn't a public hair on them. Mr. Donovan moaned and stirred as Donnie continued to suck and take his balls in and out of his mouth. After a minute or so of this he moved back up his shaft, lips pressed over the tip, Donnie began to bob up and down.

Wrapping his tongue on the flesh, his saliva everywhere, uncontrolled,

Donnie pushed it against his throat, trying to relax. His positioning poor for anything more than a quick gag and felt pre-cum smooth in the back of his throat. Mr. Donovan reached down with his big hands and pulled at Donnie's cheeks bringing him up off of his cock.

"Very good, my young man," Mr. Donovan said, panting a little. "Let me position you for something new."

He stood up, his cock straight out now, Donnie reached down with his hand to gather the droplets leaking out it's hole, licking his finger to Mr. Donovan's delight. "Now bend at the waist, move in and as I enter your mouth try to touch your chin to my balls as you slow take me, and relax."

Donnie had seen enough porn to know he was being taught how to deep throat and this would allow Mr. Donovan to push in past his gag reflex and deeper into his throat. It used to be on VHS tapes Donnie had watched before dating Mel and when they were dating. Donnie had exchanged videos online or found them on websites that would pollute your computer with viruses.

He reached out and grabbed Mr. Donovan's hips before nervously moving his mouth to his cock. The position was different, and Donnie felt the head run under his upper lip, pressing the roof of his mouth, he strained to open wider as it got to the back of his mouth and was met with some resistance. Donnie pushed against it, withdrew back, then pushed again. Repeating this movement several times meeting resistance each time.

"Relax, and just breathe, Donnie," Mr. Donovan said. "I will hold it there and go slowly."

Donnie tried to relax his face, throat and mouth, feeling the head slide between something inside, but not sure what. He looked ahead at the shaft, pubic hair bushy above and the shaven balls as Mr. Donovan held it there, occasionally taking fractions of an inch.

"Take long deep breaths and exhale through your nose," Mr. Donovan instructed, Donnie obeyed lengthening his breath. The fingers in his hair were finding a good place to push, timing the pressure after the long inhales. "When I start you'll need to breath between thrusts, but don't pull off of me."

Donnie got nervous, but listened and felt he knew what was about to happen. He inhaled and exhaled, then took a long inhale feeling the small increments of length being inserted he was holding back the gag.

Donnie expected a thrust and extreme pain at some point, Mr. Donovan's hands moved to the back of Donnie's head and began to apply pressure through his fingers. His mouth about about 1/2 way down the shaft we Donnie felt the pressure turn to a pull and thrust, Mr. Donovan pulling his head down the length, Donnie's lips traveling to the end of the shaft. Donnie tried pushing his chin to his Lover's balls, coming up short as the large hands held him there for a moment.

The pressure released and Donnie quickly slid back coughing as the head of the man's cock rested just inside his lips. He exhaled, took a quick breath and Mr. Donovan pulled his head down the length of his cock again, this time sliding in a little deeper, Donnie touching his balls momentarily.

Mr. Donovan held it there for what seemed like an eternity, Donnie struggling for breath, and in a flash he released. The men repeated this process again and again. Each time it went easier, each time Donnie relaxed a little more, each time he noticed how there was no breathing with Mr. Donovan inside his throat.

Donnie's erection started as he could hear Mr. Donovan grunting and moaning, his hips now joining a full fuck of his throat. A little surprised that the young man took to this so well, Mr. Donovan went from teacher to enjoying the moment and was building up a load for Donnie.

Mr. Donovan's hips moved swiftly pulling it out and sliding it back in, his hands held Donnie's face as the young man helped by pushing himself forward on each thrust. Donnie's spit and salvia streamed off his bottom lip, he could taste the precum flowing out of his tip of the large cock.

Mr. Donovan thrust in hard one last time and held it, Donnie feeling like he was suffocating a little, feeling the strength of the man now holding his head there. "I'm cumming, boy!" Mr. Donovan said before pulling back.

Donnie beginning to breath, feeling the warmth shower shoot twice in his throat as the flesh slid out, filling his mouth and on release, spattering his lips, cheek and neck.

Mr. Donovan's strong hands pulled head head up, putting him on his feet, and the two met, kissed, sharing Mr. Donovan's cum this time. Donnie's cock was screaming hard now, as he and Mr. Donovan continued sharing semen with their mouths locked.

Mr. Donovan broke the kiss to lick his own load of the young man's face, before they began another slow kiss. After a moment of this Donnie instinctively dropped to his knees to lick and suck the cum out of the man's receding cock, trying to recover any lingering drop.

The taste was different, more bitter and a little more pleasant than his own, Donnie thought. He cupped the man's balls, liking the feeling of the shaved flesh which he did like his own like that while masturbating.

He stopped, looked up at Mr. Donovan who sat down and picked up his drink in his hand again. "Well done young, man. Well done. Does Mel suck as good as you? If she doesn't you need to help her take it all in, that was superb."

Donnie walked over to get his drink, his cock hard and sticking straight out, wondering how he could possibly relieve himself, certainly he wouldn't be a top to this dominant man, nor would he know what the hell to do. He walked back towards Mr. Donovan, trying to predict the questions that were sure to come his way.

"I'm serious in that you need to be more aggressive with your wife as we go on this journey or you'll drop off and she'll wonder where you're getting it from," Mr. Donovan said. "Have you deep throated her or fucked her ass?"

Donnie nodded 'no' to both, the most predictable question he knew would be asked. His cock screamed in the thought of fucking this man, or him teaching him how.

"So from now until the next time we meet, you are to deep throat your wife and bring up the subject of fucking her in the ass," Mr. Donovan said seriously. "You will need broaden your sex life in both directions, not just for you for both of you."

Mr. Donovan rose up out of the chair and motioned for Donnie to follow him. Mr. Donovan's chiseled glutes and legs were very nice to watch as he disappeared into what Donnie thought was a bedroom. Donnie stepped through the door to see a king sized bed, now doubling down in his head on his prediction that there was no way he was going to be on top Mr. Donovan.

"In here," Mr. Donovan called from a side room, on suite bathroom. Water began to pour out of a shower and steam quickly began to fill the room, Donnie walked into the room. "This will wake you up."

Mr. Donovan opened the door to the three sided glass shower, one displaying into a side workout room. He backed in under the rain shower head, letting in pour over the older man's body. Donnie walked in, his lover's flaccid cock now about the size of his own now erect, Mr. Donovan extended a hand to grip it, rolling his fingers around the circumference.

"Now everyone is aware of how their penis reacts to touch," Mr. Donovan said, fingertips now pressing into the shaft then sliding under his balls and past over the taint. "They don't appreciate the second most sensitive spot, their anus."

His finger found Donnie's tight hole and began circling it's rough exterior. Donnie moaned, and closed his eyes, Mr. Donovan used his other hand to run it up his chest, both now under the flow of water. He slid it back across, the space and then Donnie's balls until both hands where now up his chest until he was pressing into him, face to face.

Mr. Donovan pushed into Donnie's body, sliding younger man's cock between them, the wide cascading water still both, his hands moving into his wet hair and Mr. Donovan's mouth covering his lover's lips. Mr. Donovan's cock dangled, still feeling the effects of unloading into Donnie's giving mouth.

The men twirled tongues without semen, Donnie tasting the whiskey from their drinks and feeling the softness of the lips and tongue through twirling, penetration. Donnie reached down for Mr. Donovan's cock and slid it along side his. Mr. Donovan reached a hand around and moved his fingers down Donnie's crack, massaging there, before finding his anus again and popping a finger in forcefully.

"Ohhh, Sir," Donnie said, the finger lingering then pushing in to the knuckle before quickly pulling out. Mr. Donovan reached to the wall where there was a shower attachment, with a long, skinny end. Mr. Donovan broke their kiss and reached for a bottle, lubricating the end of the smooth metal device.

He motioned for Donnie to turn around, and with his feet Mr. Donovan widened his legs. He had applied some lube to his hand and Mr. Donovan slid it back up to his anus and inside with two fingers, again Donnie moaning, "Ohhhhh."

Mr. Donovan inserted the head of the device, as the water from the shower still pouring over both of them, and turned it on. A full warmth filled Donnies lower bowel, the water moving up, rinsing him and flowing out of him almost as fast sending debris to the floor and down the drain.

This was a warm, amazing feeling as Donnie closed his eyes, Mr. Donovan continued for a time before pulling the tool out, hanging it up, and then pressing into him, his cock beginning to swell as he pushed into Donnie, his hips pinning him to the glass. Donnie faced the weight room, cock against the glass, Mr. Donovan behind him, laid his cock between the crease above his hole.

"You're wet and warm," he whispered, moving Donnies hips out, his face, arms and chest still on the glass before Mr. Donovan lowered the head of his cock to the opening. He pressed his hips forward and the head pushed through the tightness as it popped inside.

"Ohhhhh," Donnie sighed, his eyes closed, flattened cheek, arms spread.

He pushed just an inch further, the friction was strong, he reached for the lubricant that he had placed on the shelf, he spurted it on the folds between Donnie's ass cheeks and let the cool fluid flow down to his shaft, pulling back, pushing forward, getting it to start making the journey inside easier.

"Fuck yes," Donnie moaned.

Mr. Donovan continued to inch inside him, slowly, getting him ready, pulling out laying the length of his cock in the slippery substance before inserting again and pushing. Mr. Donovan's body weight carried him deep inside until the base of his cock was pushing on the outside.