Monday, December 26, 2011

AN UNUSUAL, EXTRAORDINARY TRICK

MEDIEVAL ARMOR, WEAPONS

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By Kevin McLean

This one must have been one of the most unusual and it was both good and bad at the same time. I have written about my family’s business in the furniture manufacturing and antiques in previous posts. My father collects ancient swords. Most of his collection is Civil War era swords…he must own a couple of hundred; but sprinkled in that collection are a few legitimate medieval swords and a couple of tin armors.

When I was a youngster my dad talked me into taking fencing lessons. I was not very good at it; actually I really sucked so I quit but it left me with an admiration and a curiosity for the sport. I am fascinated by the Middle Ages as a historical interest and will often go to medieval fairs just to imagine what things would have been like in those days. I went to the one in Key Biscayne which was very elaborate and it is followed by another one the following weekend at the Vizcaya Museum grounds. That one is the one I like the best because they have the music and the period costumes, all very colorful and well done.

At the Key Biscayne festival there was a fencing exhibition and that is when I first saw Aramis. He was an expert in the sport of fencing and to watch him was like seeing a fine choreographed ballet. It was graceful and exciting and he looked so good in his gear. He was brimming with masculinity and I couldn’t

take my eyes off him.

When the joust was over, he sort of got close enough for me to see his face well and I went and complimented him on his fencing and I saw his sword and also commented on that. I told him that it was a Spiral Rapier Sword of the Second Musketeer. He was flabbergasted that I could tell him that. He was impressed and he asked me where I learned that. I told him that my dad collected swords and my family was in the antiques business. We parted ways but he stayed in my thoughts. I was really attracted to this guy.

The following weekend there was a medieval fair at Villa Vizcaya, which is held every year in the museum grounds; and there was Aramis again; this time wearing period costume and in those tight pants that showed an enormous bulge. He looked terrific in those clothes, with the white shirt with puffy sleeves, a vest and the black boots up to the knees. He saw me and recognized me. He came to talk to me and even remembered my name. I could not remember his…I thought he had said Arnie but he corrected me a bit indignant…I don’t blame him but I was so taken by his beauty that I forgot his name…hell, I even forgot mine.

But he soon got over that and became very friendly…too friendly actually so I started to pick up vibes, like he was coming on to me. We got to talk about ancient weapons and he mentioned that he had a collection and I showed interest. Following he said: “You should come over so I can show you my swords” To which I replied, very brazenly: “There is one sword of yours I am more interested in than

any other” He caught on, he smiled and said: “Well, let me see what we can do about that” and he followed it by giving me his phone number. He asked me if I wasn’t doing anything that evening that perhaps I could come over and I told him that I would.

I went home and showered, douched and got ready for Aramis. I called him but I got a recording. I left my phone number and waited by the phone. It was close to 8 when he called. He had gone to dinner he said. Then he asked me where I lived and it turns out that he didn’t live that far from me. I told him I would be over in 20 minutes.

When I got there, this house he owned was magnificent…It was in Coral Gables and had to be over 5,000sq. feet and a good 2 million plus. I drove into the driveway, he had left the front gate open for me and I rang the doorbell. Immediately upon entering I could feel the opulence…it was magnificently furnished and not one thing out of place or over the top. Not my style but it was beautiful nevertheless. I complimented him on the house and its décor and he took me to the back…there was an infinity edge pool and a canal…truly impressive.

The tour of the house ended in his museum-like den where he had his collections. The guy owned more swords than my dad and there were armor of all kinds, most of which was genuine medieval. In the center of the room he had a showcase under glass of strange looking daggers and ancient weapons. As I stood to look at it, he stepped behind me and grabbed me, pressing his crotch against my ass followed by kisses about the neck. I melted, my legs went soft, his nearness and scent were incredibly sexy, here was a dude who exuded masculinity, macho man smell and so beautiful. I surrendered to him like a helpless wounded dove.

He was undressing and also undressing me, in between kisses and caresses. He was extremely passionate, hungry almost. I felt I was being consumed, eaten, just overtaken by this stud. If there was ever an Alpha male, he was it.

He took me by the hand, still standing behind me, and coaxed me to his bedroom, all the while I could feel the bulge now hard…the same bulge I had admired at the fair, only this time it was double in size.

Aramis was either in his late twenties or early thirties…just the right age for me. He was obviously successful and prosperous judging by his digs. I thought for a minute that there had to be something wrong with him or he wouldn’t be single. But the kisses and caresses kept coming so I soon put that out of my mind.

I turned around and now I could see his beautiful body naked, in all its glory. He had a nice chest with some hairs sprinkled in for good measure and a magnificent uncut cock, large and thick.

Aramis bent over and ordered me to eat his ass. He was assertive and it wasn’t like he was a bottom with the expectations of getting fucked, I knew better, he wanted me to pleasure him and I did. That ass of his was incredible and then I traveled on to his balls and eventually his large cock.

He pushed me on to the bed and mounted me, pressing his cock against my pucker hole. It gave way and the penetration began. I was shivering and shaking from the pleasure. He was so good at fucking that I almost shot my wad right away, I had to stop touching myself because I would cum. He realized this and went down on me while he fucked me, that is after he had turned me around and had straddled my legs on to his shoulders.

“oh Jesus fucking Christ, Kevin, your ass is incredible, ah, fuck, ah, ah, shit, I’ve got to have more of your ass, ah, ah, fuck, fuck, ah, yeah, that’s it, milk my dick, aha, aha, that’s it…ah, ah, shit, oh

man. Ah, ah, ah, fuck, I’m gonna shoot my load, do you want it?”

Me: “Yeah, shoot it inside, I want you to cum in my ass, I want it, yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck me.”

And Aramis shot a load that was so incredibly abundant that I felt a warm feeling and a soothing of my itch to get fucked. He had satisfied me completely. When I looked, I had shot my load on to the sheets. We fucked three more times that night. We only stopped at midnight to have some cheese and wine. He opened a bottle of Petrus which was delectable.

I left the next morning and went to class. He called a couple of times but I couldn’t answer from my lab. I had to wait until the class was over. He wanted me to come over afterward. I told him I had to study but he said that I should study then come over; it didn’t matter what time it was. So about 10 that night I called him and he was all ready to make love to me, he said.

When I got there, the tour of the house included a basement wine cellar this time. Very few houses in South Florida have cellars; this one did…but what he also had adjacent to it was fucking dungeons…yes a mother fucking dungeon with all the accoutrements for torture and S&M. Before I knew it our clothes had come off and even without my consent he had managed to tie both my hands. That was a total surprise to me and I was a bit uncomfortable. I thought and asked myself: “Kevin, what a fucking mess you have gotten in this time?”

Now, I have never been critical of this kind of activity but I always thought I would never want to participate in it. I don’t criticize it nor do I say anything against it, it is just not my bag…and I do hate pain, not being in control, although I surrender myself to a stud easily, I know my limits and I know his. So this was for me a very unpleasant experience.

After Aramis had his way with me a couple of times, I told him that I really had to go because of an impending exam the next day. I left and he wanted to get together again the next day. Only this time he called and I never answered. Eventually, after two weeks of calling me three or four times a day, he stopped calling and left me a very nasty message.

A couple of months went by and I ran into Aramis at a bar. He pretended he didn’t see me but eventually the desire to confront me overcame his indignation. I told him that I wasn’t into the same things he was, that I didn’t criticize or pass judgment but he should have told me ahead of time that was what he was into.