Stephen's Saga

The few days after my meeting Aaron, I experienced more sexual frustration than ever before in my life.  I couldn’t get this man out of my head, which left me in a constant state of horniness.  I would think about him when I woke up, so I would jerk off before starting my day.  I would think about him in the evening, so I would jerk off before bed.  One day, I couldn’t get him off my mind during school and I had to go to one of the stalls in the restroom to shoot a load just so I didn’t have to walk around school covering up a boner.

I don’t know what it was about him that had me so enamored.  He was just more attractive than any man I had ever seen, with his muscular body bulging out of that suit; his thick, scruffy beard that defined his face so well; his big, meaty bulge and thick, juicy ass; and his brilliant steel blue-grey eyes that made him appear so mysterious.  Well I wanted to uncover that mystery.  I was stuck though, with no way of knowing anything more about him.  My only hope was that he would come back into the coffee shop so I could make a move.  I wasn’t even entirely sure what I would do.  There wasn’t much I could do from behind the counter.  Making a pass at him would be impossible.  I’m not sure that would be okay either.  It works with little twinks and swooning girls, but with this man?  I wasn’t even sure he was remotely interested at all.  I did catch him seeming to look in my direction a lot, and he had a big smile on his face.  But was it because of me or something else?  What if he was straight?  Or married?  Why was I so hung up on this man when there was no logical reason to be?

I officially had a crush.  I was as bad as the girls in class who stared at me, dreaming about being with me.  I was as bad as Evan, the twink from gym class who would do anything to get with me.  What had I become? This isn’t who I am.  I’m supposed to be the alpha male, not some bitch worried about stuff like this.  It made me angry, so I decided to take out some frustration.  It was passing period and I went straight up to Evan, leaned in and said two words.

“Janitor’s closet.”

Evan knew exactly what I meant.  I saw him get all excited before I left him to trail behind me.  I walked down to the end of the hall, where the closet was.  We had hooked up there before, and it was one of the few places in this school where we wouldn’t be bothered.   There was nobody left in the hall as passing period was almost over.  I didn’t have class this period, and I don’t know where Evan was supposed to be, but it didn’t look like he cared as he stepped in the closet behind me.  We heard the bell ring to be in class, but for us it was like a starting pistol.

“Strip,” I commanded, and Evan did as he was told.  He kicked his shoes off as he took off his shirt.  Then he unbuttoned his shorts and slipped them off as well.  He was wearing tight little neon green briefs that he peeled off his torso, which caused his dick to pop out from the fabric.  He was already rock hard and stood at a respectable 7 inches.  He was above average, but nothing to write home about.  I took my clothes off as well, and as soon as I removed my boxers, Evan dropped to his knees as if he had been trained to do so and engulfed my semi-hard cock in his mouth.  He was amazing at giving head, and before long I was fully erect, but even with my nine inches, he was an expert cocksucker.  He worked my cock with his mouth, paying extra attention to swirling his tongue on my head.  He knew how much I loved the feeling of that.  He also played with my balls in one hand while he jerked himself off in the other.  I placed my hand on the back of his head, and Evan knew what that meant as well.  He opened his throat and I pushed his head toward myself, making him deep throat my cock.  Evan used to gag when he tried to deep throat me, but I’ve been able to train him well to get rid of his gag reflex.  I kept one hand on the back of his head, forcing my cock down his throat, while I took my other hand and played with his nipples.  This really got him going, as I tweaked, caressed, and pinched his hard nipple in my hand.

“Get that hole ready for my cock,” I said, and Evan’s hand went straight to his ass.  He fingered himself using his own spit that was running down my balls as lube.  After a while, I grabbed him by the armpits and lifted him to his feet.  I turned him around and he leaned on the shelf in front of him, popping his ass out for me.  With one hand I grabbed his waist, and with the other I guided my cockhead to his hungry hole.  I rubbed my cock on the outside of his hole for a bit, which made Evan moan a little bit.  He was a bitch in heat.  I was just getting started though.  I placed the head of my cock in Evan’s tight hole, then grasped him by both hips.  I pushed.  Slowly my cock, wet with his saliva, slid into Evan’s asshole.  I didn’t stop until all nine inches were fully inside Evan.   I knew he would be able to take it, he’d done it before and he’d probably do it again.

I let my cock rest for a minute, giving Evan time to adjust to being filled with my thick piece of meat.  Then I started thrusting.  Slow at first, then faster; like a train engine.  I picked up the pace and fucked Evan’s twink ass harder and faster than ever before.  He was letting out breathy moans with every thrust into his wet and warm insides.  It wasn’t long before the moans turned into shouts of ecstasy, but I didn’t need him getting us caught.  I grabbed his green underwear that were within arms reach and I stuffed them into his mouth.  Evan continued his loud screaming of pleasure, but at least now it was muffled.

I continued fucking Evan, shoving him up against the shelves with the force of my thrusting.  The room was getting hot and steamy from our body heat, and we were both getting sweaty, which made Evan slippery.  That made it harder for me to fuck him as rough as I wanted, so I grabbed him and took him to the ground, where he got on his hands and knees.  I mounted his ass and fucked him doggy style.  He would have jerked his cock off as I fucked him, but I was banging him so hard that he had to keep his hands planted on the floor or he would get his face pounded into the cement.  I was entirely focused on the pleasure that Evan’s hole was giving me.  His ass muscles were wrapped tight around my cock, and it felt amazing to thrust deep in to him.  I continued fucking him as I got closer and closer to shooting my load.  I kept thrusting; I wasn’t slowing down for anything.  Soon, I was right on the edge and I leaned down and whispered in Evan’s ear.

“I’m gonna fucking shoot my load deep in that ass of yours, and you’re gonna love it, aren’t you?”

I got a vigorous nod in agreement from Evan, and I gave one last thrust, shoving my cock deeper into this twink’s ass than it had ever been fucked.  I held him there by the hips, pressing his ass cheeks to my hips as I shot my load inside him.  With each pulse of my cock, I felt the horniness leaving my body.  I lightly fucked Evan’s ass for a little while longer before pulling out.  Evan’s ass gaped just like it always did, but this time my cum was leaking out of him as he clenched his ass muscles.  That’s when I did something out of the ordinary.

I don’t know exactly what made me want to do it in that moment, but remembering the taste of my cum from the other evening when I jerked off while thinking about Aaron, I leaned in close to Evan’s hole and I licked up my cum that was dripping down his taint to his balls.  I ate his ass out for a few seconds before pulling away, shocked by myself.  I could tell Evan wasn’t expecting it either.  Usually I was a power top, and once I came I was done.  There was an awkward tension in the air momentarily.  I snapped out of the daze I was in, spanked Evan’s round ass cheek that was still sticking up in the air, and started putting my shorts on.

Evan sat up and took his underwear out of his mouth.  I continued getting dressed as he spoke.

“Damn Stephen, that was seriously the best I’ve ever had, I came hands free within like thirty seconds of you fucking my doggy style.  Definitely worth the detention for skipping English.  Ooh and that part just now where you ate my ass out: cherry on top, man.” He smiled a goofy, innocent smile at me.

I was angry at myself for letting myself eat Evan’s ass out, but I took my anger out on him.  I snatched the briefs out of Evan’s hands just as he was about to slip his legs through the holes in them.

“Slutty cockwhore twinks like you don’t deserve to wear underwear, especially after getting bred by an alpha man like myself,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.  “You’re going commando for the rest of the day, kid.”  I lifted up my shirt and stuffed the underwear in my pocket before grabbing my backpack and walking out of the closet.  I left Evan in there naked, with no underwear, to get dressed himself.

***

I went through the next part of my day feeling a little guilty for being so harsh to Evan.  I also wondered how he was getting along with having to go commando and worrying about my cum leaking out his ass.  Thinking about that part made me smirk, actually.  Also, it turns out that Evan really loved it too because in gym he was extra flirty with me, and as he wasn’t wearing underwear, I could clearly see his semi-hard dick through his shorts.  As we were running laps, though, Evan came up behind me and spanked my ass before sprinting off ahead of me, looking back with a smirk on his face.  I really was going soft.  I showed Evan a little attention and care during sex and now he felt comfortable enough to quit his simple staring at me from across the gym, but to come up and make a pass at me?  The thought of me losing my alpha status was unnerving.

After school I went to work.  My shift started off pretty shitty because with the thoughts about Evan at my attention and without Hayley working to help distract me, I had to bury myself in my work to keep my mind off of everything that was going on right now.  A little after five o’clock, I heard the door open as a customer walked in.

“Hi welcome, I’ll be with you in a moment,” I said, not even glancing up.  I was focused on the drink I was making, but the second I turned around to set the drink down, I almost dropped it out of shock.  It was Aaron, he was here again.  His big muscular body filling out another suit that was just oh so tight on him.  His eyes that seemed to put me in a trance whenever I looked into them, as if they were pulling me closer and closer until I could just fall into them.  I was lost in thought for just a moment, though, before I gathered myself and returned to reality.  I called out the drink I was holding and set it on the counter without waiting for the customer to come pick it up.  I quickly scurried to the register to take Aaron’s order, and hopefully to give him my number.  I was so obviously giddy it was embarrassing, but I tried to play it cool.

“Hi, Aaron right?” I asked, as if I vaguely remembered him from the other day, even though I was fully aware who this gorgeous man in front of me was.

“Yes, you’ve got a good memory,” he glanced at my nametag, “Stephen.”  I blushed a little at the comment as well as the fact that he had said my name.

“Well, uh, thank you.   What would you like today?”

“Same as last time.  Iced coffee, black.”  He handed me some cash, I made the transaction and handed Aaron his change.  “Thanks, kid,” he said with a nod before going to sit.

I made the drink quickly, and instead of just calling his name and setting it on the counter, I went out and delivered it to the table he was sitting at.

“One black iced coffee for Aaron,” I said with a little grin on my face.  I tried my best to hide my excitement, but it was just impossible to contain it all.  I’m sure I looked goofy as all else.

“Thanks kid,” Aaron said as he started to get up from the table to leave.

“Wait,” I said anxiously, “I had a question to ask…”

“Look, I’m late for a dinner, kid.  I’m in here often enough though, I’m sure you’ll get a chance to ask at some point,” he said as he made his way to the door. 

I stood there by the table and watched him get in his car and drive away, feeling defeated.  Once his car turned the corner and I could no longer see it, I went back to work but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t focus at all.  I was completely shot down.  I felt like I was unimportant in Aaron’s eyes.  Then again, I guess I really was unimportant to him.  I was just the kid who makes his coffee, one of the dozens of anonymous faces he sees every day.  I was nothing more than a friendly interaction that he’s probably forgotten about already.  I sighed in disappointment at my situation.  I was head over heels for a stranger that I was a nobody to, and who was unlike anyone I had ever started a sexual relationship with.  I didn’t know how to go about doing this.  Aaron was such a powerful looking man who exuded confidence along with sex appeal.  I was entirely unaware of how to handle this situation, and it frustrated the hell out of me as well as saddening me.  I was stuck with a crush where there was no light at the end of the tunnel.  That was until two days later, at least.

It was Thursday night, and I had to work the closing shift.  When I got done, I was walking across the parking lot to my car, and just as I got to my car door, Aaron grabbed me by the shoulder from out of nowhere.  He turned me around and leaned me against my car quite forcefully to face him head on.  I was taken aback because I had never been handled like that.  But here he was, this sexy man that had occupied my thoughts for a week, towering over me.  It made me feel like such a small, inferior person, despite my muscular build and usually confident attitude.

“Look kid, I think we both know where this is going.  You were going to ask me for my number the other day because you’ve developed quite the little crush on this big, strong Aaron guy, haven’t you?”  I nodded my head slowly, looking very embarrassed as he obviously saw right through my trying to act cool.  “Well I don’t play these little games, you got it?  I want the real deal.  Commit to what you fantasize about and make it happen or don’t waste my time.  You’re quite a muscular guy yourself aren’t you?”  He tightly grasped my shoulders and arms with his hands and kneaded my muscles like putty.  “Pretty face as well,” he commented as he pushed my head side to side with his thumb by my chin.  I didn’t know how I felt about this inspection I was receiving.  It felt quite degrading to be examined like this; like I was a piece of meat.  I was getting a little embarrassed and frustrated by this treatment when I felt Aaron grope my crotch.  “Damn son, packing some pretty heavy equipment for such a young guy, how old are you anyway?  Eighteen I sure hope.”  He continued playing with my cock and balls as I answered.

“Yes I’m eighteen,” I said hoarsely, trying to keep my face from turning red as my cock was growing in his hand and forming quite a tent in my jeans.

“Well isn’t that perfect?  Impressive size package for such a young kid too, I’m sure you’re quite proud of yourself for it aren’t you?  Probably have used it as a confidence boost when you’re flirting with all the twinks.  If you think that’s impressive though, get a load of this.”

Aaron grabbed my wrist and swiftly guided my hand to his bulge.  I was still processing this entire conversation as a whole, but when my hand hit the fabric of his pants, my fingers instinctively curled and I grasped the shaft of his cock.  It felt enormous, so much larger than my own, and he wasn’t even hard.  I let my hand explore and my fingertips wandered downward to his ball sack.  I felt two large bull balls that were full of his seed, and I wanted it.  I reached up to his belt to undo it, fully intending to undress this man in the middle of the parking lot, but my plans were thwarted when he harshly grabbed my hands and pulled them away from his belt buckle.

“Not yet, mister eager,” Aaron said in a teasing tone of voice.  “Love the enthusiasm though.  If you want this cock you’ve got to prove to me you’re willing to go the distance for it.  Meet me in Turner Park on Sunday at midnight underneath the big willow tree and wait for me.  Wear something tight and revealing, I love when a bitch shows off their body.  Got all that, kid?”

“Turner Park, Sunday, midnight, tight clothes,” I repeated back.

“Good I look forward to seeing you then, kid,” he said, before walking back to his car and driving away, leaving me with a rock hard cock and a future encounter to anticipate.  It wasn’t until I was driving home, thinking about the conversation, that I realized that he was expecting me to be his ‘bitch’ by telling me to show up in tight, revealing clothes.  I didn’t know how I felt about that, but I pushed it out of my mind and got excited about the weekend.