Bjorn

I sat in the half reclined lounge chair and started reading the Herald. Shortly thereafter Bjorn emerged. I wasn’t surprised. In fact I fully expected Bjorn to appear. While laying in the darkness of my guest room, I had mentally prepared myself for this very moment. It was my opportunity to finally take control.

The plan was simple, pick up my gear and leave as soon as Bjorn shows up. I was packed. All I had to do was check out and take a taxi to the airport. 

While Bjorn was preparing to settle in, I was on my knees gathering my stuff. Bjorn said he was going for a swim, trying to trigger a response from me. I ignored him. He then asked if I would still be there when he returned from his swim. As I prepared to bellow my definitive “no!”, Bjorn peeled off his terrycloth robe to reveal himself in the skimpiest of black thongs. His massive package strained to escape the confines of the tiny pouch. The pouch was no more than a foot from my face. 

“I’ll be here,” I conceded softly. Bjorn smiled a knowing smile and sauntered off to the pool. His muscular hairless ass swayed in the breeze as women and men alike watched him strut. I knew I could still leave. Yet I stayed in that secluded alcove awaiting Bjorn’s return. What was the harm in hanging out with the guy until I left for the airport?

Thankfully I dozed off for awhile on the now fully reclined lounge chair. I was laying face down with my head closest to the pool when I awoke to the cool sensation of lotion on my neck and shoulders. Bjorn had returned and had squirted some suntan lotion on me. 

I turned to object. By turning I managed to again put my eyes, my nose, and my mouth at point blank range from Bjorn’s prominent penis. Bjorn was astride my head on one knee, and in that position I could readily see the profile of Bjorn’s taut butt and serpentine cock. The pouch of the obscene thong extended from the bulge to expose the base of Bjorn’s dick.

Bjorn persisted with the application of the lotion, saying I would sunburn otherwise. It did feel great. He rubbed the lotion gently into my neck and shoulders and then into my back. He even gave me a back massage. I was really starting to relax around Bjorn for the first time.

After finishing my back, Bjorn proceeded to rub lotion into my legs. It felt incredibly soothing. I was wearing a pair of baggy nylon basketball shorts with no underwear since I had packed away everything else except for the clothes I would be traveling in. With each half circle massage motion, Bjorn would inch a little higher up my leg. I didn’t mind when he went past the hemline of my shorts to massage my thighs. It felt so good.

But then, shifting along the lounge chair, he began to creep up the legs of my shorts and apply lotion to my ass cheeks. I tried to get up but Bjorn used his free hand to apply pressure to the small of my back. I didn’t offer any further resistance. The sensation of Bjorn kneading my ass had given me a raging hard-on. 

What happened next almost launched me into nirvana. Bjorn again entered his hand through one of the leg holes to apply more lotion. Only this time he spread the suntan lotion along the crack of my ass. Again I tried to get up and again he used his offhand to apply gentle pressure to the small of my back. He rubbed the crack of my ass up and down, teasing my asshole. Then he inserted a finger into my anus as I let out a moan. I had never been touched there before and there was no denying the effect it was having on me. 

Bjorn inserted a second finger, sawing in and out, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. I was close to coming on several occasions, but Bjorn always eased back, seemingly just before climax. The finger fucking, which grew to four fingers, went on for at least twenty minutes and I was now meeting each thrust with a push of my ass, looking for my release. I was going out of my mind.

While this was going on, just 50 yards away the conference happy hour was starting. If one of my colleagues were to look toward the grove of bushes, he or she could very possibly see amongst the bushes the bizarre, unmistakable sight of a man writhing beneath the invading hand of another man.

Perhaps sensing the potential ramifications of his being recognized, Bjorn abruptly removed his fingers from my throbbing asshole just as I was about to come. I was on fire. Incredibly, though, Bjorn gathered his belongings and left. No “be seeing you”, no smile, no wink. Was this it? I was in shock. Then I saw the plastic card on the lounge chair. It was the key to the “Ambassador’s Suite”.

I grabbed the keycard and returned to my room to ponder what was happening. After taking a few minutes to come to my senses, I concluded that this ordeal had to come to an end. I was under the spell of Bjorn and his gorgeous cock. But my life with my family was at stake. I had never cheated before on my wife and I had never before been attracted to a guy. I had to leave now and return to my loving family and to my comfort zone.

Feeling liberated, I showered, grabbed my luggage, and made my way down to the hotel lobby. I completed the checkout process and, fully intending to ask the woman behind the desk to hail me a taxi, spoke the words “Could you please direct me to the Ambassador’s Suite?” 

The lady smiled and directed me to the suite at the end of the hallway. I knocked on the door of the suite and there was no answer. I then inserted the keycard and entered. I knew then there would be no turning back. I entered the suite completely of my free will. I was in heat, a creature of lust. 

The suite was dimly illuminated by several candles and every wall was mirrored, with some of the walls mirrored in blue or purple. This created a kaleidoscopic maze-like effect.

I called for Bjorn. There was no answer. I waited. Had I missed my chance? A feeling of dread came over me. Then seemingly out of nowhere there he was, again barely adorned in a thong, purple this time.

Freed fully of my inhibitions, Bjorn looked magnificent. I longed to fondle his lean ripped ass and caress his near hairless body. And of course I craved the cock that beckoned me as it had before. 

I walked toward Bjorn and fell to my knees. I grabbed hungrily at the thong to set the monster cock free. But Bjorn denied me contact. I flailed and panted, but to no avail. “Mr. Ryan, what is it you want from me?” he teased. I was breathing very heavily now and my mouth was watering. “I want your cock. I want to suck your cock”. 

With that, Mr. Ryan smiled, winked and placed my hand on his burgeoning package. Bjorn knew he had me and I knew he had me. I had to experience his cock. I tore the thong from Bjorn and took his semi-hard penis quickly into my virgin mouth. The feeling of Bjorn’s rapidly swelling cock in my mouth was even more intense than I imagined. What I lacked in experience I made up for with unbridled lust for Bjorn’s succulent cock. Bjorn remained standing while from my knees I bathed his cock and shaved balls in my mouth. 

I was able to take maybe four inches of Byron’s huge cock into my mouth. But Byron had something else in mind. Byron grabbed me by the back of the head with both hands and pulled my head gradually toward him. I started to gag, but he kept pulling my head until his penis penetrated and then slid down my throat. At first I could not breathe. But once I adjusted the angle, I was eventually able to take all of his eleven thick inches. Incredibly I deep throated Bjorn’s cock.

Once Byron realized that I had found my rhythm, he started to fuck my mouth with abandon. I grabbed Bjorn’s tight ass cheeks to keep pace. I fondled his bloated balls and basked in the rampant cocksucking that I was now totally possessed by. Bjorn was groaning loudly now and his thrusts had become still faster and harder. Bjorn’s balls were slapping against my chin. I could feel Bjorn get still bigger in my mouth. Finally I inserted my finger in Bjorn’s asshole and suddenly his cock exploded down my throat in torrents of cum. I hungrily swallowed all of it, very pleased with my debut as a cocksucker. 

After removing his cock from my mouth, Byron took me into his bed and told me to get on my hands and knees. Unbelievably, Bjorn was still hard. As much as I craved Bjorn’s cock, I was afraid of what his massive dick would do to me inside. Despite my apprehension, Bjorn had every intention of taking me in the ass. The first contact against my asshole was glorious, but pain soon followed as the massive head of Bjorn’s cock forced its way into my anus. The finger fucking that Bjorn had given me earlier helped some, but I felt like I was being torn apart. 

As Bjorn forged long slow strokes in and out of my constricting asshole, I started to loosen up and the pain dissipated. Bjorn clearly sensed this, because he then began his pummeling of my ass in earnest. He grabbed my hips and started to slap against me, penetrating me fully with his anaconda. I met every one of his slapping thrusts with pushes of my own, enjoying every inch of the cock that was my destiny. I started to moan louder and louder as I was rapidly approaching orgasm. 

Then Bjorn stopped all motion, keeping his cock lodged in my ass. I was shaking and pushing back and forth uncontrollably, longing for release. Bjorn held my hips and prevented me from further impaling my ass on his menacing cock. “Mr. Ryan, what is it that you want from me?” Beside myself, I screamed, “Please, fuck my ass with your big cock until I cum!” 

“Mr. Ryan, are you my slut?” Confused, I said “Yes, yes, I’m your slut – fuck me, please fuck me!”

Bjorn then turned me over on my back and as he stood on the floor by the bed. He pulled me to the side of the bed by my ankles, raising my ankles in his hands level with his head. He again inserted his massive cock in my asshole and renewed his pile driving of my ass. I felt his balls whip against me. He freed one of his hands to jerk my cock while continuing the rapid-fire buttfucking. 

His handjob of my cock while he ravaged my ass with his monster put me over the edge. Images of Bjorn’s cock from the last two days flashed in my brain as I now groaned unintelligibly in complete release. I felt an explosion of heat inside me and then I came for almost two minutes before passing out. 

I would fly home as originally scheduled, staying in West Palm Beach for the subsequent three days. During those three days, I was indeed Bjorn’s willing, insatiable slut. As “ambassador”, Bjorn collected lucrative fees from clients whom I sucked off or who fucked me. Those clients ranged from resort guests, including some of my colleagues from the resort conference, to guests at a sex party in an industrial warehouse where I was featured in a boxing ring to take on all comers.

While my family life remains largely intact, I have another life now. I am still called upon by Bjorn to service him or his clients when they are in my hometown of Tempe or when I go on business trips. I am a slave for cock now. To supplement my habit, I am prone to seek out big cocks wherever I can find them.