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Part 3
David could hardly believe how quickly and easily things moved. No awkward attempts at conversation, no condescending acceptance of his clumsy flirting as they had seamlessly skipped flirting altogether. Just eager responses to even the tiniest bits of affection he offered. When Heath looked at him with so much trust and honest admiration in his eyes David felt important and cherished in a way he hadn't even known he had missed in his life.
The meal had been pleasantly light and the short nap in the hammock had been replenished his energies more than he had expected after the long flight. Now an appetite stirred that he normally channelled into his writing. But with a pretty blonde slave boy eagerly rubbing against his knee writing was definitely one of the last things on his mind.
Together they moved into the house. Not entirely sure how to behave in this situation, David sat down on the large bed, watching how Heath moved through the room, lighting some candles on a board close to the bed, his naked feet padding over the wooden floor.
He looked perfect and under any other circumstances David would by now have been wondering what such a beautiful young man could possibly want with an unremarkable, somewhat shy writer like himself, his overactive fantasy supplying countless disastrous outcomes for a night of passion. But this time that same fantasy instead came up with a million pleasurable things to do with that beautiful body and eager mind.
David was relaxed, happy and quite willing to simply let things take its course.
When Heath came over to the bed, with a smile that probably was supposed to look shy but was more bordering on ravenous David just smiled back. That this was all his should have filled him with disbelieve but instead he watched with content satisfaction as Heath knelt in front of him and started carefully taking off David's shoes.
The young slave managed to turn even this simple gesture in a sensual feast as his hands lingered on David's feet, strong fingers stroking away tension.
Then he looked up with a mischievous glint in his eyes that made David shift slightly as cock jumped in the confines of his jeans.
"How may I serve you, master?" Heath asked, his voice low and seductive.
Yes, how indeed...? What to start with of the zillion options that overwhelmed David at this image of perfect sin kneeling in front of him.
His mouth suddenly dry, David had to clear his throat before he could answer. "Why don't you show me what your pretty mouth can do?" he suggested, his fears that he might have phrased his request clumsily squashed by a giant sledgehammer as his slave's face lit up with a happy grin.
He watched with silent amazement as Heath leaned forward and nuzzled David's crotch as if preparing to taste the most delicious treat. Nimble fingers opened David's belt and then unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock that was hardening quickly.
Bracing himself with his hands on the bed behind him, David leaned back and a low groan escaped him when Heath's cool fingers lightly caressed his cock. The sound made Heath look up and whatever he saw in David's face must have pleased him immensely as his grin widened. He rubbed his cheek against David's cock like a cat giving a kiss and again David groaned.
And then he watched wide-eyed as his slave extended a cute pink tongue and licked along the hard shaft. Control, he told himself, keep control or you will come just from this. But it seemed his body didn't agree with this sentiment. When Heath leaned down and slowly sucked David's cock into his mouth, all he could do was whimper and enjoy.
The moist, heat of his slave's mouth enveloped him, the tongue caressing the underside of his cock more skilled than any he had experienced before. And then he was swallowed even deeper, his cock slowly disappearing inside the welcoming tightness of Heath's mouth and then his throat. It looked hot and it felt better than should be permitted this side of heaven.
Sucking lightly Heath started bopping his head, creating friction and pressure in all the right ways. After only a few moments David lost any coherence. He just clawed at the bedspread, moaning under his breath, the sensations on his cock combined with the sight of Heath swallowing him again and again the only thing that mattered.
His world seemed to contract more and more till the intense heat in his cock grew just too strong to resist. With a low shout, David felt everything shatter as he came hard and fast. For a long moment he was lost in that overwhelming pleasure and when he came back to his senses it was to the sight of his slave lovingly licking him clean.
"Wow!" he said softly, startling his slave.
Heath looked up at him with a hint of insecurity. "Was it good?" he asked.
For a long moment David could just look back at him incredulously. Good? It had been spectacular, beautiful, perfect, overwhelming... With a breathless laugh David collapsed back onto the bed. "It was wonderful," he answered Heath question, shivering again at the memory.
His slave echoed his laugh. "Thank you, master." he then said and David felt a wet touch to his cock that could only be a kiss.
Heaven. This had to be heaven. And he could have as much of it as he wished. And he certainly wanted more.
With a happy sigh he stretched on the huge bed. Then he sat back up and pulled his shirt over his head to carelessly fling it into a corner.
Heath still knelt between his legs and now he shifted, almost uncomfortably. For a short moment David thought that his slave might be uncomfortable with what he had just done but then he noticed the quite obvious bulge in Heath's tight jeans. With a wide grin David gently prodded that bulge with a toe. Heath response was a soft moan and his eyes partially drifting shut.
"Undress for me." David commanded.
Heath jumped to his feet, looking like he was going to rip off his one piece of clothing as quickly as possible. But then he glanced at David questioningly. "Fast or slow?" he asked.
Again David laughed, simply delighted by his slave's eagerness. He had wanted to watch Heath strip but there would be ample opportunity to do that at another time. Now he simply couldn't deny his slave the wish to be with him as soon as possible.
"Fast." David purred. He had barely time to blink before Heath was out of his jeans. And he was just as pretty as David had expected. He was also just as hard as David had hoped, his cock pressed against his stomach, straight and twitching slightly as the young slave felt his master's gaze.
"On the bed, on your back." David commanded, feeling entirely intoxicated with the power he held over this beauty.
Again Heath reacted immediately, crawling onto the bed and then stretching next to David, putting all his lean muscles on display. It made David grow hot all over again. Somehow was very sure he wouldn't have trouble at all to come again tonight.
Quickly he got rid of his own jeans and then laid down next to his slave who was watching him with hungry eyes.
Smiling at Heath, David leaned over him, nudging him with his nose. His slave smiled back, almost a bit shyly now. But he did not show any hesitation when David gently kissed him. Almost immediately his lips parted to allow David full access to his mouth. It was oddly arousing to taste himself on his slave and this time David did not keep their kiss brief but deepened it, his tongue dipping into Heath's mouth, daring him to respond in kind. A bit longer his slave managed to remain meek and accepting but then his arms came up, wrapping around David and he kissed back with increasing vigour. Soon their mouths were locked together and they were happily floating on the taste, feel and scent of another, slowly growing dizzy with lack of oxygen.
It was David who finally broke their kiss, gasping with pleasure as much as with need for air. His slave seemed quite unwilling to let him go as Heath's arms remained around him and David didn't mind one bit. Their noses only an inch apart, he smiled down at his slave. So pretty, so eager, so passionate. Just beautiful and all his.
Moaning softly Heath arched his back, rubbing his erect cock against David's hip, seeking as much contact as possible. His eyes were glazed with pleasure and his body was covered with a light sheen of sweat, his whole body language speaking of pure need.
"Please... master..." Heath panted, gazing at David so pleadingly David thought it would have melted even a block of granite.
David could hardly believe it but he was already growing hard again. But then again - who wouldn't? He nuzzled Heath gently, delighted at the fact that his slave shivered with every single touch. "What, my beauty, please what?" he whispered close to Heath ear and then licked along the delicate shell, grinning as Heath's whole body tensed and his fingers clawed at David's back.
"Need you..." his slave answered breathlessly, "want to feel you..." Heath parted his legs and again arched his back to rub against David in silent invitation.
It was beyond David how anybody could possibly have resisted such temptation. He definitely couldn't. He ground his own cock against Heath body and they both moaned in pleasure, Heath letting his head fall back and offering his throat to David's hungry kisses.
David's body demanded he just take the young slave hard and fast and - most importantly - immediately. But he carefully reminded himself of the file of Heath he had read before he had picked him. This would be the young man's first time and David wanted to make sure it would be perfect. Something etched into Heath memory for the rest of his life.
Though he wouldn't be able to draw it out too long, he conceded as Heath again rubbed against him, spreading his legs wider, offering himself wantonly. This slave wanted to be fucked and, David thought with a huge grin, this master felt quite willing to oblige.
With gentle force he disentangled himself from Heath, who moaned in disappointment. David was back quickly enough after he had retrieved the lube from the nightstand where some foresighted person had placed. He knelt between Heath legs and allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sight of the flushed beauty writhing on the bed. Then he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and reached for the firm ass, offered so invitingly.
Heath shuddered when David first touched him and David watched as his slave's eyes drifted shut when he pushed a finger into his hole. Heath did wince slightly but at the same time pushed up his hips, inviting David to continue. The thought that he would be the first man to ever enter this most private place and that his slave was begging him to do so was extremely arousing. Still he took care to move slowly, to give Heath the time to grow accustomed to this invasion.
It did not take long and the young slave was again moaning in pleasure, biting his knuckled to keep from crying out, more and more lost in bliss. David added a second finger, stretching the tight hole, watching with a shudder how his fingers disappeared into Heath body, how his muscle contracted around David's fingers. He could all too well imagine how this would feel on his cock.
"Master... please..." Heath begged, "fuck me..."
Deciding that this preparation would do if he moved slowly, David pulled his fingers out and squirted more lube into his hand to spread it on his cock. When he looked up at Heath he met his slave's fiery gaze. There could be no doubt that they were in perfect agreement on what they wanted.
David pulled Heath closer till the head of his cock was nudging the well lubed opening. Heath tensed up, his ass clenching hard but then he took a deep breath, visibly forcing himself to relax. David waited till Heath opened his eyes again. Then he slowly pushed forward. Heath's hole resisted only a moment, then David's cock penetrated it and they both groaned, Heath biting his lower lip at the initial pain and David doing the same, trying to calm the raging need to just slam in as far as he possibly could.
This time it took Heath more than a single breath to relax again. It seemed like an eternity to David, caught in this incredibly tight heat. But finally Heath sighed soundlessly. It felt like his slave's body opened up to him as David pushed in deeper, savouring every single inch of his way inside. And then his balls rested against Heath's ass and his cock was buried to the root. The tight channel clenched around him as he withdrew just as slowly, milking his cock. And Heath was definitely growing to like it as a deep, throaty growl escaped him and he pushed up against David when he thrust downward again.
Their movements didn't stay slow for long. They were both too much on edge to contain their passion. Soon David was fucking his slave as hard and fast as he had never fucked anyone in his life before. And Heath was responding just as eagerly, his legs by then slung around David's waist, his body arching off the bed to meet every single thrust, his eyes wide open, devouring David.
It couldn't last forever. David would have expected it to last at least a while, considering that he had just come but the overwhelming passion of his slave proved to be his undoing. When Heath grew tighter and tighter around his cock David realized that he simply wasn't able to deny his slave his release and that he would be swept along. So he wrapped his hand around Heath cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts.
Heath cried out at the added sensation and then he threw his head back and screamed in absolute pleasure as his orgasm took him. Stunned by this spectacular view David felt himself join his slave in his release in a strangely calm, serene way. It was mind-blowing, beautiful and divine - even his author's mind couldn't come up with the prefect term right then.
David carefully withdrew from his slave and lay down next to him again. Heath was still panting, his eyes closed, his body wracked by shudders. David gently kissed his shoulder, somewhat proud of his craftsmanship.
It took Heath a while to come back to his senses but then he turned to David with a happy smile. "Thank you, master." he said softly and so heartfelt that David simply had to draw him back into his arms and kiss him again.
For a long moment they remained snuggled against each other but then David broke their embrace to get rid of the bedspread and pull up the light blanket. Heath rose from the bed and padded over to the board to extinguish the candles, offering David a wonderful view of his slave, smeared with the results of their love making. Still he didn't mind when Heath disappeared into the bedroom to clean up a bit.
He closed his eyes and sighed happily. Life was wonderful. Sleepily he cuddled his pillow which was a poor substitute for Heath but would have to do till his slave got back.
A minute later he heard Heath feet pad over the floor again. Only when he heard the rustling of Heath's jeans did he open his eyes again to look what his slave was doing.
"Where are you going?" he asked confused when he realized that his slave was pulling his jeans back on.
"To clean up dinner, master?" Heath answered, sounding just as confused at the question.
Sensible, quite sensible some still awake part of David's mind supplied. The rest didn't agree. "Come back to bed," he said, sounding as sleepy and happy as he felt, "you can clean up tomorrow."
Heath looked at him oddly for a second but then a huge grin spread on his face and even in the near darkness David could make out the shining happiness in his slave's eyes as he stepped out of his jeans again and came back to the bed. Moments later he was snuggled under the blanket, seeking David's closeness and David wrapped his arms around him, now entirely content.
He was nearly asleep when Heath last words warmed him to the core. "Good night, master, love you."
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