I looked around and saw we were no longer in the prison showers, but in room twelve, just past the door. I also happened to notice the notorious bulge in his crotch.He started to the table. I had no idea what he would do to me, but I could only follow. He literally had my cock on a short leash and my hands were tied.I jolted awake to find myself hard and sweaty, my hands grasping what was much more than a morning wood and a puzzling mix of sheer fear and anticipation twisting my guts.It was still dark outside. Steph would kill me if I jumped her bones in her sleep, especially after stating she didn’t want any action for the night. But I couldn’t go back to sleep like that.The tip of my cock was so tense, the soft brush of the bed sheet caused me a jolt. I covered it to get out of bed and tiptoed across the room, turning the bathroom light on only after closing the door behind me.While waiting for the shower to warm up, I grabbed the lube from the cabinet. I knew it felt nothing l
I nailed my eyes to the window behind him while he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and opened the fly.“Nice. Fits like a glove,” he said, exposing one of the trunks he’d sent me. He pulled the slacks a little down to expose the trunks’ right leg and the embroidering with my initials in white.“They should be here,” he said, covering my shrunk limp cock with his hand. “Lower case, to watch them go upper case.”So funny. Looked like he’d had a clown for lunch. I ground my teeth while his hand ran up and down my shaft, his thumb pressing softly, tugging. And my despicable junk responded right away. It started hardening in no time, stirring and stretching with every gentle tug. My breathing grew heavier, pushing my lips apart.“Look at you,” he murmured, pleased.No. I wouldn’t. Feeling the way my body reacted to his fondling was bad enough. Yeah, I knew the sooner I got hard, the better. But there was something else in play. Like my body had been longing for this. Him, getting m
His fingertips pushed the trunks’ bottoms up to reach further on my shaft. The more skin he rubbed with oil, the more intense the sensations that filled me up inside.“Who did you go down for?”His question fell on deaf ears, all my attention on his fingers closing around my cock, wrapping half my shaft, his stroking triggering new ripples. I think he kept asking questions I didn’t register. Until something he said reached my muddled brain.“It was your girlfriend, right? Stephanie Munching. Only now she goes as Stefie Mancciari. Pretty close, though. Like Dean Walsh to Dylan Wallace.”“Fuck you,” I mumbled.“Someone needs to watch his manners.”Before I could even realize what was going on, he pulled up my slacks and yanked me closer, making me turn at the same time. I ended up sitting across his lap, one of his arms around my waist. Don’t ask me how he did it, but he kept me in place while he fastened my fly with his spare hand. A moment later, it moved between my legs, pressing my
It was quite a feat, getting on my feet all shaky and out of breath as I was. He let me took my time. When I finally stood before him, he opened my slacks once more and pulled them down below my hips, gently helping my cock to come out.I began to wonder how many more poppers my trunks had, feeling his hand pull from the inseam. The inner side of the trunks’ leg opened, and he guided my throbbing, swollen cock to point straight ahead. Then he fastened the leg poppers again, and most of the trunks fly, from my cock up, trapping it in a gap against my nuts. It nodded, trying to point up, pulling from the back seam of the trunks and making it sink between my buttocks like a frigging thong.Then I lost track of his maneuvers, because he grabbed my butt and pulled me closer, leaning forward to lick my whole shaft, from tip to trunks, till I was groaning and trembling again. I couldn’t care less about his hands fondling my buttocks in circles, pulling them apart for the seam to sink deeper
Steph sprinted to throw her arms around my neck the moment I set foot in the apartment, crying and giggling at the same time, mumbling about being so worried, because my phone was off and she was afraid something had happened to me.“Sorry, love. The meeting lasted longer than I expected,” I said, kissing her hair.“You okay, D? What is it?” she asked right away.“A headache that’s killing me.” Once more, the lies came out of my mouth in a natural way that surprised me.“Did you have anything to eat?”I shook my head, throwing my bag on the couch. “It’s okay, baby. I just wanna go to sleep, if you don’t mind.”“Sure, love, go. D’you need anything?”I felt like a bag of rocks, but her unaware, loving concern made me feel a son of a bitch.“It’s okay, babe, thank you.”She stepped back to give me way with a hesitant smile. I started to our room, stopped halfway and turned to her, doing my best to smile back at her.“You know I love you, right?”She hurried to me and gave me a quick hug.
The week before, he’d introduced me to a couple of ways in which his wicked oil could launch me to cloud nine. First, a taste of the burning ripples when he stroked my shaft with it. Next, he proved it could turn my nipples into hotspots to rival my crotch.That week, on Tuesday, he showed me that his tongue on top of the oil on my nipples was enough to make my head spin. On Wednesday, he made me bent over the table, hands tied behind my back, pants and trunks down to my ankles, and while he milked my cock with a firm fist, he oiled my nuts to pet them. He’d done it only once before, and only for a moment. That evening, hadn’t I been with my chest to the table, I would’ve crumbled down, because my knees simple buckled. Later, when I was partially able to move again, he made me rest my butt against the table, my knees as spread apart as I could, and guided my hand to his headrest, making me lean toward him, my shirt open and pushed over my shoulders to expose my pecs. He applied a litt
While he did that, he resumed his questioning about why I had pleaded guilty, determined to make me confess Steph’s part in it.I kept my mouth shut, as stubborn as him, resenting the cool air on my exposed buttocks. But only until he grabbed them and fondled them in circles, pulling them apart for the seam to press further against my hole. He stopped when he saw my cock was taking offense. Then he produced his little magic flask and held my cock pointing straight ahead. My stubborn frown went out the window as I watched the thick drops fall along my shaft.He spread it using only his thumb. My hands tightened on the edge of the table behind me, especially when his brushing triggered a new wave of burning ripples.He glanced up at me with his heinous smirk. “Any famous last words?”I shook my head, my eyes glued to his thumb running up and down the back of my shaft, my heart drumming with every ripple, my crotch on fire and my brain ready to check out until further notice.A moan of p
Later on I would wonder if my memories were right or the high had twisted them. I don’t know. What I remember is that he helped me down from the table and the ten miles to the restroom. He even waited while I washed my face, like he was ready to hold me up if I needed extra support.“What happened?” I mumbled, rubbing my face with cold water.“I don’t think you’re in shape for explanations, boy,” he said. “The car’s waiting downstairs. Go home, rest, have fun. We’ll talk again on Monday.”I just nodded. He was right about not being in shape.Back home, the first thing I did was swallowing two aspirins, because my head was killing me. The way the light and sounds affected me convinced Steph I was having a sight problem. She sent me to bed, all lights off, curtains closed, and found something to do in the living area, to give me an hour of complete darkness and silence.I thought I’d fall asleep right away, but I was still awake when she came to bed. I pretended to be asleep, though. Sh
Big Ellie checked the time on his phone and stood up, swallowing to speak. “Shit! Sorry! You leaving already?”“Yeah, I wanna be there for dinner.” The man stopped right in front of me and smiled wider, stretching out his hand. “You must be Dean. I’m Lou, nice to meet you.”I would’ve jumped past the pool and off the building when I realized he was Mr. All Fours. I shook his hand wishing I wasn’t blushing too bad. Looks like I was, because he chuckled softly and turned to Big Ellie.“What did you tell him to make him feel so embarrassed, Sal?”Big Ellie threw up his hands. “Search me. You’re taking Mark with you?”“Yeah. Don’t stay up late, ‘cause Seth’s coming in the morning, about ten.”“I know, I know.”Mr. Lou All Fours met my eyes. “Take care of him, Dean,” he said, like he was talking about his cat. “I’m taking a couple of weeks off and he’s a mess when he’s alone.”“Fuck you,” grumbled Big Ellie, sitting back down and grabbing his beer.“O-okay,” I was able to mutter.Lou chuck
He settled the pizza on a wooden plate on the table and nodded for me to sit down. I did, frowning to shield my eyes from the glare. Everything felt so utterly surreal, I couldn’t help even begin to question what the hell I was doing there. I’d never been in such a luxurious place, and I didn’t know what to do or say. He grabbed a couple of dishes and glasses from a shelf against the wall by the sliding door, opened two beers and put the rest of the six-pack in a minibar by the shelf. He was dressed pretty much like the night we’d had dinner there a week before, with his loose tee and his worn sneakers. The only difference was that he was wearing swimming trunks instead of short sweatpants. And he behaved in such an ordinary, simple way, it helped me to overcome my inhibitions.He was right, and the pizza was a finger-licking piece of culinary art. I tried a bite and realized I was starving, so I put to wolf down slice after slice, only pausing to sip my beer now and then. We didn’t t
All those weeks of questioning and torturing myself, struggling to deny that he gave me all I needed. Well, not all. I would’ve liked to have some flesh to fuck other than his hand. But all things considered, even that way I felt so much more satisfied than I’d ever been with a woman.That noon I had no idea what came next. Yeah, lunch. With him. But my mind was still too hangovered in oil to look any further. Later. There would be time to see my options and make up my mind.Coming out of the bathroom, I noticed the whole house was completely quiet. Weird. Maybe he’d gone to the West Wing to get something? I put on clean sweatpants and tee, looking out the window. It was a warm bright noon out there.I understood the silence as soon as I went downstairs: he wasn’t around. I didn’t find any trace of lunch, either. Not even the smell of food.I dialed him, checking the microwaves again. “Where the fuck’s lunch?” I grunted when he picked up.The son of a bitch laughed out loud.“What?” I
“Breakfast?”I nodded without opening my eyes and rolled over to lie flat on my back. I found his body halfway, laying on his side behind me, so I rested against his chest. His hand guided my leg up to bend over his hip, exposing my crotch, where it landed a moment later. I didn’t hold back the muffled groan he pulled out of my lips as his fingers wrapped around my morning wood, wet in oil.My head felt like filled with wet cotton, my limbs felt like sacks of rocks. I was numb and weary and I would’ve liked to go back to sleep and not wake up for a couple of weeks. Maybe by then my muscles would have some tone back and I would be able to have two straight thoughts.He didn’t take as long as the thousand times he’d edged me the night before, all night, nonstop, until the day broke. But it was anyway long for a morning wood. Later on I would pause to wonder how on earth could my spoiled cock still get hard after what it’d been put through only hours earlier. Right then, I just let him d
“Fancy a drink?” he asked, coming back to me.I nodded, hating his guts for cutting me off like that. But he wasn’t done with his joke. He put the cold bottle against the back of my shaft and moved it up and down until I wriggled to get my cock away from that freezing shit. Then, he rested the cold butt on my navel and guided it slowly up my belly to my pecs, where he made it circle them before finally taking the bottle to my lips. I’d hardly sipped the beer when his spare hand closed around my nuts again, renewing the oil covering them.I gasped at his touch and choked on the beer. He removed the bottle with another mocking chuckle and took it to his own mouth. He took a long sip while his hand fondled my nuts like they were a sleeping cat.I dropped my head back and forgot about the beer, because his fondling caught all of my attention. He’d brought me down alright, and now he would keep teasing me for as long as he felt like it, so I did the equivalent to sit back and grab the popc
It felt different. No ripples, but a warm tinkling spreading down from my nipples, that needed more rubbing as it grew stronger, reaching my navel in no time. When he pinched my nipples, it was like an electric jolt running down my body all the way to my groin. I pushed my chest up, and like replying to what I didn’t dare to ask, he replaced one of his hands with his tongue. The fingers still wet in oil brushed the tip of my cock, making me stir and groan.He took his sweet time teasing me like that, while I shivered and moaned, my hips trying to push my throbbing cock into his hand that stayed out of reach, his fingertips tight together to open over my tip every time I pushed, never going further than my head.Suddenly, he moved back to watch me like that for a moment, spread legs with my knees up, panting, blurry eyes on him, hard as a ram, at his mercy past any attempt of denying it. He bent over me and his mouth rested between my pecs, from where it slid down my belly up to my nav
A shaky grunt escaped my lips when his mouth landed on my pecs, to doodle on it with the tip of his tongue before focusing on one of my nipples, while his hand pinched the other.“Oh, shit,” I mumbled, letting my eyes close.His other hand closed on my crotch and I was getting hard again in under a minute, lost to his licking and teasing and fondling. Shit, I’d missed this, especially because he still played the game of imposing himself onto me, depriving me of any other option but letting him do whatever he wanted with me.It was that night that I got the first glimpse of real understanding as to why I didn’t fight him. It was that pretension of helplessness, the fantasy that I was absolutely powerless and all I could do was close my eyes and let him do. He’d get me hard and high, he’d give me all I liked and more, he’d drive me crazy, he’d provide all the pleasure I needed. And all I had to do was exactly what I was doing: close my eyes and let him do. That was it. I didn’t need to
“We’ve got plenty of time,” he replied, stroking my shaft over my trunks and teasing one of my nipples at the same time. “Let’s call this a quickie, so you won’t go off so soon later.”“What?” Shit, I was already about to come! How could I be such a horny slut?He pulled down my sweatpants and my underwear, pushing me closer to the basin with his hips. I didn’t freak out because, as usual, his crotch against my butt felt flat like a board. Guess I had Mr. All Fours to thank for that.He let go of my nipple for a moment, only to bring one of my hands down to my crotch, while his other hand closed my fingers around my own cock before slipping under it to grab my nuts.“There, all yours,” he whispered.I just did what he wanted, for a change. What I also wanted. My mind only had room for what he’d just said, the keyword being later. Okay, yeah. If I knew him a little, he’d brought some oil, and I intended to make him spend it all on me before he left.He held me tight for a moment after
He rang me the moment the quarter was over, to let me know he was coming and I didn’t need to get the door. Sure, of course his thumb opened every damn door in the whole campus. I heard the cart stopping outside as the second quarter started, and he showed up in the kitchen a heartbeat later.“What did I miss?” he asked.“Nothing,” I replied from the table.He left two six-packs and the family pack of ice cream he’d brought in the fridge and came to sit down at the round table with me. I was still eating, and we didn’t waste our breath in further greetings, too focused on the game. We only exchanged casual comments or exclamations until the halftime. Then I picked up my things, took everything to the kitchen and opened the faucets to do the dishes.“Are you staying the weekend?” he asked, turning in his chair to look at me.“Nah. I’m leaving in the morning,” I said, keeping my back turned to him. “Where?” I glanced back from over my shoulder and saw him raise his eyebrows. “Brokers d