A Perfectly Terrifying Experience

Last week I had the extreme privilege to meet up with a Sir from recon. I had originally messaged him years back when he was local, but, sadly he never responded. About two months ago I got a message from this Sir out of the blue, telling me what a remarkable boy I was. It was good to hear from him, because not only did he seem to be a man of substance, but also…one word….WOOF. This beefy Sir was almost pure muscle, broad-shouldered, barrel-chested, hairy Italian Daddy. I repeat: WOOF. Our chats were fun, but typically brief given the vast distance that now separates us. Still, during a particularly rough time for him I made and mailed him a pop up card that seemed to really garner some affection for me.
So when he finally managed to visit DC, I was happy to make it into his crazy schedule. Not many people did, and I feel extremely honored to have been given a night with him. I wasn’t sure what to expect really. As I said, he seemed like a person of substance, but he seemed to have one thing on his mind in the week leading up to our meeting. I was ready for whatever he wanted: sex, getting to know one another, cuddling (that’s how woofy he was, because I cuddle with VERY few people), whatever.
I arrived at his room at 6:30 and let myself in since it was unlocked. Usually this means the man is waiting inside, naked and ready to be served (or some variation of this). So I was surprised when he walked around the corner fully dressed in gym clothes and not at all ready for a scene. His introduction was quite peculiar, and I liked him right away. He said hello, spread his arms out somewhat sarcastically, and announced, “This is it. This is me. Just a regular guy”. What I found most striking was that his admonition wasn’t an attempt at being faux-humble, nor was it self-deprecating. Rather, his demeanor and tone suggested that this was a man of true humility.
He quickly informed me that our first course of action was the pursuit of dinner. He asked me a few questions regarding my preferences, to which I answered honestly and succinctly. Many exploring submission will reply to any inquiry of this nature with the standard “its up to you”. Its important to remember that the Sir knows its up to him, but given that responsibility he needs feedback for him to make an informed choice that affects both of us. We both knew that it was up to him where we ate, and I was happy to share my preferences.
Before dinner we played shared a few brief moments of intimacy, exploring each other just a bit. First I was taught a few of the basic obedience commands he uses, “Sit, present, etc”. I was allowed to present him his socks and boots, which was a real treat for me, and help him get dressed. He also picked me up, kissing me passionately and throwing me onto the bed. He explored my body in his large and powerful arms, and how it fit so nicely into his own. He ran his hands along my torso and traced the contours of my abs. These rituals were clearly aimed at introducing ourselves as a Sir and a boy, and I savored every moment of it.
Walking to dinner we started to learn more about each other as people too. I could tell quickly that my intuition was right; this was an incredible man in all regards. He would ask me strange questions though, and I realized I wasn’t always comfortable answering them. Earlier in the evening I was on all fours resting my head on his powerful thigh when he asked me, rather suddenly “It’s been a long time since someone has given you affection like this, hasn’t it?”. I paused for a moment, considering the answer before nodding my head somberly. On the walk to the restaurant, he asked me if I cry often. Again, it’s a question I hadn’t considered in a long time, and was surprised at the answer. “I used to, a lot actually. I haven’t lately”. Plenty of songs, and some films used to make me cry often. But I hadn’t in a while, more accurately…since things ended with my former Sir.
I haven’t really written much about my relationship with him, who I will call David, for many reasons. I don’t really talk about him to anyone, partially because he didn’t like when I spoke about him to others, but partially because I didn’t like speaking about it. Throughout the course of dinner, Sirboyin1 kept asking about him and my experiences with him. As mentioned, I felt an extreme affinity for Sirboyin1, so I answered as honestly as I could. At times this would inspire great swells of emotion in me, emotions I have suppressed for the past few months, and my eyes would start to tear. Usually he would back off when he saw this, changing the subject to something more cheerful, but we always seemed to come back to David.
On the walk back to his hotel, we continued on with the topic. When we got back to the room the tone changed a bit and we started to play. We kissed passionately and soon stripped down to just underwear (a white jock in my case). I worshipped his amazing sweaty feet for a few minutes (no where near long enough), but mostly we just kissed. At one point he invited me to lay my head on his hairy chest. I had told him at dinner that this sensation of resting my head on a beefy chest and be gently stroked by a caring Sir was one of the sensations I missed most about my time with David. So when Sirboyin1 asked me how I felt…all I could do was shake my head as the tears welled up. He held me tenderly, but firmly to his chest and assured me to let it out. I started to cry. He held me yet closer and encouraged me to feel, to let myself go. I was so afraid though that I resisted. I shook my head furiously, but he kept assuring me that it was ok, and, finally, I let go. I cried, and cried. He held me close and let me pour out my emotions, and I just wept. It wasn’t something I was prepared for, but it happened. We spoke more and I confided in him more than I have with anyone in almost a year.
What followed was some very hot and enjoyable play, but it was mostly foreplay. Some breath control, some spanking, and even some BRIEF cocksucking (god I loved sucking it, but he only gave me a few seconds). Given the brevity of this, and the more pressing tone of the evening, I am not going to go into too much detail. Neither of us came, and he told me it was time for me to go. I had homework, and he had to be up very early (not to mention it had been a long day for him). We said goodbye (for a long time, I am afraid), and I left. On the way home I felt…terrified. The first night David and I ever spoke, it happened very much like this (though on the phone). He was a caring and insightful man who forced me to confront some of the emotional problems I had. But the last time I opened my heart up like this to a Sir…he abandoned me. Do I want to be someone who can’t open up? God no! But to be honest I am so afraid of opening up to a Sir again… and frankly I know longer know how to; at least not with out the abandon I did with David. Still, opening up to Sirboyin1 could lead to considerable growth both as a boy and a young man. I am not sure what’s going to happen. He gave me a homework assignment, and I think I will complete it… I will walk carefully… but I am interested to see where this takes me.