In March, it was still quite cool. Jean-Charles invited me to go for a walk in the capital. Over a drink he explained to me: my friend Jürgen is celebrating his 50th birthday next month. He is organizing a big week-long party and invites me to come next month. He has a house in Ibiza. You should come. At 20 years old, such an offer is not to be refused.
Without even knowing what it was about, I accepted, too happy to take a week of vacation. Jean-Charles told me more: “Jürgen is an aesthete and he will appreciate it if you come with me. After a short silence, he adds: “You know the type. Actually no, I didn’t see the genre, but I imagined a lot of things.
After a short trip, we found ourselves on the bridge of the plane in Ibiza. The sky was blue and the thermometer was up by ten degrees.
When we arrived on foot at the airport parking lot, Jean-Charles was looking for the person who was supposed to come and wait for us. It was a young blond man of 20 years old named Wilm. “It’s an annex of Germany this island!” I thought, as the number of German speakers was so high.
Finally, we found our man, an athletic young ephebe with steely blue eyes and tanned skin. “Very edible. Jürgen has good taste,” Jean-Charles told me.
After half an hour’s drive, we finally arrived at the property and were greeted by the famous Jürgen. A very charismatic master of the place, the …
… short and grey hair. He was sure of himself, with a big signet ring on one finger. The evening came and we had an aperitif with an entourage of about twenty people. Jean-Charles explained to me that he had made his fortune in industry and that he had decided to have a good time. They met as students. “He is a vicious, domineering type. He can initiate you and you should enjoy it,” he says. “You know, BDSM is not my thing,” I replied. Then I heard behind me: “What’s not your thing, my young friend? Jünger approached me with a glass in his hand. Smiling, Jean-Charles told him, without my being able to answer: “BDSM. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” “I see,” said Jürgen, putting his hand under my shoulder. “We’ll discuss it tomorrow night.
After a long and quiet evening, the next day was devoted to the beach, a very pleasant activity even if the temperatures remained modest. Back at the villa, the evening was about to begin. I found the environment very exciting. All these people in this relaxed environment were a call to sex and the desire was not long to be present in me. After a light meal, we had a few drinks on the terrace. I was short in a pair of jean shorts and a simple tee shirt. “Let’s go to the living room downstairs,” said Jürgen. Rough stone walls, a vast living room with large, welcoming armchairs. After some chatting, Jürgen said to me: “Do you want to take off your top? You seem to have a very nice figure. I took off my shirt, quickly excited. “Yes, you look great. “Take your breasts in your hands. I complied. “You like it I see” He got up from the chair and stood behind me. He gently took my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He whispered to me. “I love beautiful breasts.” It was divine. I unbuttoned it and it fell onto my sandals. My penis was growing. His hand grasped it. Then he concluded “very well. Jean-Charles was in front and did not lose a crumb.
“I’m going to awaken your senses,” said Jürgen.
He took a jar containing a yellow balm. He smeared a finger on it and then stroked my nipples in a circular motion. “You will feel the warmth on your breasts, which will become taut. Let the ointment work, don’t touch them. I didn’t move. As soon as he had finished, I felt the wonderful sensation, I arched my back naturally. Jürgen’s hands were gently moving over my body. He unhooded me and rubbed some balm on the brake. My penis became hard and almost painful. “Get down on all fours on the footstool. I complied. I felt my breasts tense and my penis so hard. “Young people are often tight. To make the most of it, I …
He spread my thighs, his hands palpated my buttocks, sometimes going back and forth on my breasts. He took some more balm and massaged my little orifice. I knew I was going to get caught. “My massages will open you up.” A warm sensation came over me then, accompanied by the desire to be penetrated. Her fingers massaged me with the balm from my buttocks to my sex, not sparing the eggs. My body was still asking for more when he started to penetrate me with a finger. He counted the number of fingers he inserted into me. At the third, I offered resistance and asked him not to go any further. But he grabbed some lube and made me inhale a Popper. He continued his slow back and forth. The warmth of the breath was pushing me to accept more. Finally, I felt his thumb joining his other fingers. The pain was strong, but the excitement was immense. The pleasure of being led. Jürgen turned me onto my back and resumed his movement between my buttocks. I felt like a tear and his hand was inside me. He didn’t move it anymore and started to jerk me off slowly, but manfully. As I fondled my breasts, I came with force. His hand in black leather and a fireplace made the place hot and always in me came out while I gave myself up to the spasms of voluptuousness, for the most intense of pleasures that I could know.
