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Anticipation & It’s Fulfillment[ Dedicated to BDJ. Who knows? Maybe, someday, somehow, something like this could actually happen, instead of just thinking about if! But, until then, this will have to suffice! ]As I pulled into the Casey’s convenience store parking lot and past the fuel pumps, I was nervously scanning my eyes to see if I could spot where Jay was parked. My pulse was churning. I felt my heart rate starting to surge with the thought I’d finally be meeting Jay, that is, face to face, ‘in the flesh’, so to speak, for the first time since he and I had begun our curious ‘relationship’ as Master and sub (Jay being the Master, and me being the sub)!He told me he be driving a pick up truck of a certain color, and sure enough, I saw Jay standing along side a pick up. He was waving both arms in the air in an attempt to catch my attention. The moment I saw him, my pulse surged once again. My god, I thought, there he is! Finally, at last.I pulled in next to him and got out.He was smiling (a little nervously I thought). He was handsome, late forties, with a slight amount of graying hair kept cut short; and tall, about 6′ 2″, or so; and nicely built. There was something about him that gave me the impression of a police officer, though he had no such uniform on. It had something to do with an air of calm authority.”Well, finally,” Jay said smiling as we greeted.”Yes,” I relied, in full agreement, “finally! I’ve been looking forwards to this for a long time.” It was true.We stood in the parking lot for perhaps twenty minuets, or so, talking. As we did, there was still a certain feeling of unreality to the situation for me. Sometimes it’s that way when you’ve been anticipating something for a very long time, and then, eventually, you finally get to have the thing you’ve been anticipating; and that exactly how I was feeling as Jay and I stood there chatting.But then he suggested I follow him. “There’s a place I know where we can go and have some…privacy.” He’d emphasized the word ‘privacy’, and had smiled faintly as he had; and this excited me all the more because I knew what that signified.”You lead the way,” I replied, “and I’ll follow.”And that was exactly what I did. We drove out of town, down a series of dirt/gravel roads (maybe three or four miles) till we came to what looked like a large metal barn-like structure. As we drove in and parked, I noticed a sign above the overhead door advertising a welding balıkesir escort and machine shop. Getting out of our cars, Jay led the way to a side entrance door. He had a set of keys with him and using one of the keys he opened the door, and I followed him inside.The place was nearly pitch black. There were only a few windows in the entire structure. There were some overhead translucent skylights in the high, metal roof, but they let in little light. Jay found the light switches and there appeared a series of grimy, yellowish lights, that created dingy pools in the otherwise dark interior. The ambiance was, well, grim, to be perfectly honest. The place had the unmistakable smell of grease and oil; like an automotive repair shop, and that sort of thing. Jay explained that a good friend of his owned this shop. They’d gone to school together, and had known one another a long time. In spite of the dreary atmosphere of the place, I was still feeling excited to have finally met Jay. The drive from where I lived to where Jay lived had been close to a two hour drive, which was not insignificant; and yet, now that we were there together, even in what might have been normally a less than satisfactory location for what I’d come there to do, I was not regretting having made the drive. Not at all, in fact. Quite the opposite!Jay led the way to an open area where various pieces and parts of trucks and tractors lay. Overhead a light fixture was illuminating a wide circle of dingy yellow light. The air was still, and heavy with the summers humidity, and that strong smell of oil. Jay stopped and turned around to face me. He had a curious expression on his face. It was slightly humorous, in a way, but in another, there was a strictness, a seriousness, that made my cock and balls tingle with anticipation of what was to come next.”So, you’ve brought me a nice load of cum?” He said, more as a statement of fact, than as a question.”Yes I have,” I replied, feeling my pulse starting to rise once more, as my cock began to stiffen behind my zipper.”Well then, let’s have it,” he said, and as I began unzipping my jeans in order to get my cock out into the open, Jay took a seat on a tall swivel stool that was at one end of the work bench; and in silence he watched me.I’d worn the black cock ring I knew he liked for me to wear, and as I slid my undershorts down past my knees, I knew he could see it.”Your wearing escort balıkesir the cock ring,” he said, approvingly.”Of course,” I replied. “I wear it for you, Jay. As you’ve asked me to do.””Good,” he said, wearing a faint smirk, that played around the corners of his mouth as I began stroking my cock.I’d been anticipating such a moment with Jay for many months, and now that it was actually happening, I felt so incredibly excited, that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to last for very long before ejaculating. Anticipation is such a powerful thing. I wanted to last long enough to please Jay, but to want to please him also enhanced my long pent-up need to come, and the two struggled against one another as I stood in that dingy garage, my hand stroking my cock shaft with a growing urgency to finally ejaculate at last!Jay seemed to enjoy the sight of me jerking off, and that made my own experience all the more intense. However, I did manage to refrain from ejaculating overly quickly; until there came that moment that I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. I told Jay this.”Mmmm,” he said. “Then come over here and do it. I want to see that from close up.” Again, he said that not as a request, but as a command; and the tone of his voice excited me. He was, without a doubt my Master; and I, also without a doubt was his obedient submissive; and the proof of that was just about to be confirmed.We were only a few inches away from one another as I began furiously stroking my throbbing cock; and nearly ready to unload every last drop of my cum, I said: Oh, god, Jay. I’m…going…to…to…COME!”We both watched as the first spurt of my cum blasted out the end of my cock head, shooting nearly a foot, and landing across the dirty surface of the greasy work bench; followed a second later by another strong spurt; and then another; and another; and another; and another. With each spurt I groaned out loud with the utter pleasure of the release of weeks of pent up sexual frustration (something Jay enjoyed having me endure for him)!”Oh–god, yes!” I said, my breath coming in ragged gasps.Jay sat there on the stool watching all this, and he was wearing an unmistakable look of delight; and seeing that made me feel all the more pleased with myself for all the struggles I’d gone through to remain ‘chaste’ for him! Three very long weeks of no orgasms had finally, there in that otherwise dirty and dreary balıkesir escort bayan garage, that stunk of oil, I’d unloaded a huge load of sperm…every last drop of it dedicated solely to Jay.”Well, that sure was an impressive load,” Jay said, looking up from the stringy, pearly-colored mass, and into my face. “Way to go! Kudos.””Thanks,” I said, standing there, my dick now starting to shrink and go limp.”I can tell that you’ve been obedient.””I have!”He smiled. He was pleased with me, and that made me feel all the better for having not cheated once in those long, difficult weeks of total chastity! Pleasing Jay pleased me.He handed me a roll of paper towels that sat on the work bench.”Here,” he said. “Now clean all that up!”I tore off a large amount of paper towels and methodically went about wiping it all up. Then, when I gone over the benches surface more than once, he directed me to toss them into a nearby trash can.He got down off the stool as I pulled up my underwear and jeans and began zipping up my fly.”Well,” Jay said, “you’ve done very well. I’m pleased with your dedication.””Thank you,” I said in sincere reply.”That” (by which he meant my ejaculation) “was just the thing I like to see from a slave. So for that, I will expect you to observe yet another lengthy period of chastity. Is that understood?” His tone had taken on a slightly more stern manner, but I found that particularly exciting; and the thought of that made my balls tighten up, and my cock to stir once again, even though I’d just come so plentifully moments earlier!”Yes,” I replied without the slightest hesitation. “Whatever you command me, I will do to the best of my ability to accomplish.””Good!” Jay said, with a grin. “I like obedience.””You have that, I assure you!” I replied, feeling my balls aching in that wonderful way they have after a particularly intense orgasm.Then we left the metal building. We got into our separate vehicles, and following him back to the main highway, we parted ways, and I began the long drive back home–now purged of practically every drop of sperm I’d had upon arriving there! I found myself picturing that trash can back in the machine shop, now in darkness once again, and I could clearly picture those sperm sodden wads of paper towels that had my sperm soaking into them. Some of the sperm was likely still ‘alive’ and wriggling away; but in time even those would dry up and in doing so, die. But I didn’t care. This was the fate that had been chosen for them by Jay, and by my ascent, as well! Three weeks was a long time to go between orgasms…but, because this pleased Jay, I was willing to do that if it pleased him; and I knew it did, so that was that.The End
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