Todd the Disruptor Part 2
...because when I woke again, someone was sucking me cock. I raised me head and saw it was Todd. We had left the lights on and Todd was lying on his belly, his head raised, my dick deep in his throat. My brain was still fuzzy, but shivers went over my whole body.
I looked beside me and Trevor was lying on his side facing away from me. I could hear the soft sound of his snoring. My eyes met Todd's and he let go of my prick, sliding forward so he was on top of me. His huge meaty cock pressed down on mine. His mouth engulfed my tongue for a moment, then he leaned back, his eyes seeming to search mine, as if he had lost something. He said, “Can I...?”
I softly said, “Fuck me, Todd.”
He grinned at me and sat up. He pushed my legs apart, pushing my thighs up. He chuckled and said, “Happy baby?”
I had no idea what he was talking about and he must have seen the confusion on my face. He moved forward until the head of his cock was pressing and circling on my already cum-slippery hole. He said, “It's a yoga pose...never mind.”
I didn't have time to think because his hips flexed forward and I felt that huge muscle begin to impale me again. I felt stretched, but Todd's cum that was already there helped smooth the way. His balls finally came to rest on me and he leaned down and said, all breathy and intense, “Yeah. This is it. This is what I want...”
And he kissed me and didn't say another word, but his eyes never wavered, even as our mouths got busy, even as he fucked me harder and our breathing got deeper and more ragged, even as sweat dripped from his face to mine, mixing with the spit that was oozing between our lips, even as I felt his body begin to shake, even as I took my cock in my hand and stroked a few times, and even as cum erupted from my dick as he gasped into my ear, “Fuck, Mark, fuck, fuck, fuck...”
He shut his eyes for a moment, as I felt my stretched ass being filled with more cum. Out bodies smelled intense and primal, the aroma of my cum spicy and rich. Todd leaned back and looked at me, his face solemn. He bent down and slurped up some of my cum and kissed me with it and we savoured it between us.
He pulled himself very slowly out of me. I felt my ass gaping and oozing. He collapsed beside me and took my hand and kissed it. It felt clandestine what we had just done because it seemed that Trevor was still asleep. I could still hear him lightly snoring.
We lay there for a while, listening to Trevor. I turned at one point and met Todd's eyes again. I wanted him to fuck me again, even though I knew it was impossible. I love being fucked, but this felt...like more. And not just because of the size of Todd's cock. Not just that. But we just slept.
--
Todd and I got up early the next morning. He had to teach a sunrise yoga class, and I had to be at the hospital far too early to attend to a very sick child, so I left with him, leaving Trevor in bed since he had nothing to do. I drove him to his studio in Chelsea. Just before he got out of the car, he turned to me, his face all serious and Todd-like, and said, “I really want to...uh...see you again.”
I realized he meant just me. I cocked my head and said, “I do, too...but it's complicated.”
First he shrugged and said, “Yeah, I know...but maybe we can just...I don't know...have a secret? I'll still fuck both of you if you want...but I really want you all to myself.”
I felt a stab of unease. He was saying that he really wanted me. I had known this, but him saying it out loud gave me a little rush of excitement. I wanted to suck him off right there in the car. What was wrong with me? Was something wrong? I couldn't tell.
I said, “Yeah, I want you too.” It was as if I had stepped into another world where I had been bonded with Trevor but was now in a different universe with Todd. I reached over and slid my hand in his shorts, wanting desperately to get my face in there and suck, but I held myself back. Then I found myself saying, “We can meet before work...sometimes.”
Todd's face lit up like it was Christmas. “That's brilliant, Mark. Fucking brilliant.” He looked down at my hand in his briefs and said, “I wish I could fuck you right now...but work and all...” He leaned in and kissed me, and not delicately, his tongue lunging into mine.
We were suddenly all over each other in the car, and I found myself stroking that massive cock until I caught myself. I untangled my lips from his and said, “Ok...no...we need to settle down.”
With a big grin, he fastened his shorts and leapt out of the car and with a little wave, disappeared into his yoga studio which, when I looked at it, was clearly a studio for people with lots of money and lost of time to spend it.
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The morning at the hospital was difficult. I saw a young girl who I thought had a stomach issue but it wasn't getting better. I started having a suspicion about cancer, so I sent her to a colleague and some scans. I called Trevor after I ate some lunch, and said, “Sometimes I hate my job...”
He said, “I don't know how you do it.” I could hear the concern in his voice.
“I don't know either. Fuck!”
I could hear soft music playing. I assumed he was working on something, since he always played ethereal music when his brain was busy. He said, “When you get home, there'll be dinner waiting for you and some wine...”
“Thanks...I can't wait.” But I also knew that in some ways seeing Todd after work would have been just as good.
When I got home he was as good as his word. There was nice Italian meal ready – he was learning how to cook properly from Stephen – and said wine, and said husband. Once we had eaten, and done the washing up, and I had collapsed in bed, with him rubbing my chest very gently, he asked, “So Todd...what was that all about?”
I looked over at his tousled blonde hair that I always wanted to straighten up. “All about? It was all about the fucking amazing time we had with him. What do you mean?”
He looked guilty and said, “Yeah, it was nice...but you two...he has a huge crush on you Mark.”
I had to be honest. I said, “Yeah, he kind of does...” What I couldn't say, of course, that the feeling was mutual. I just couldn't.
I took Trevor's hand and didn't say anything else. He knew that when I was quiet there was more, and I could tell he wanted to find out what it was. But we just lay there.
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On Tuesday, back at the hospital, I still felt elated and guilty at the same time. Guilty because I had just as much of a crush on Todd as he did on me. It was that simple. And because it was simple, I felt there was a simple solution. I had to tell Todd I couldn't, no matter how good it felt. I wanted him, but I just couldn't. I had never wanted to be in this position with a partner.
I wasn't sure if I should just text him and make it clean and easy, but then that felt even worse. After the night we had spent with him I felt he deserved more than that. So I texted him and arranged to meet with him at his studio when I was done at the hospital.
It was close to six when I got there and a class had just finished. A stream of mostly women in expensive yoga outfits and pastel-coloured yoga mats came through the front door. They all looked perfectly coiffed despite having just had an intense yoga class.
When there seemed to be no more of them, I went in. Todd was standing at a counter. He was wearing loose blue yoga pants and a soft cotton shirt. His face was slightly sweaty. When he saw me, his face lit up and I felt more guilt. He came around and took me in his arms before I could even think.
He breathed into my ear, “I'm so glad to see you...”
His body felt hot against mine and it was like some kind of switch went off in me. I could feel his dick thickening as we stood there and mine went right along with it. We were suddenly kissing and I felt as if I was sixteen with my first boyfriend. I felt his hands on my ass and he pulled our groins together, digging into my mouth with his tongue.
I finally pushed him backward and gasped, “Holy shit, Todd! I want you to fuck me right now...”
His face lit up and he said, “We can, you know...I just have to lock the door...”
Before I could protest, he did just that, walking over and turning the lock. He reached for the light switch and suddenly the room was dim. He took me by the hand and pulled me into the big room where he taught his classes.
I wanted to protest, I wanted to stop this, but not very much of me. The rest of me let him pull my shirt off, let him open my trousers and yank them down. He nosed into my underwear breathing deeply, rubbing his face all over the distended fabric. My cock felt like it was glowing.
He pulled the black briefs off me and started to run his tongue all over my rigid prick, bathing it. He stopped for a second and said, “You taste all sweaty and delicious.”
Then he pulled me down and, shrugging out of his shirt, then his pants, I saw that that was all he was wearing. I took hold of his already massive, hard-as-fuck dick and said, “Those yoga bitches must be drooling over you.”
He chuckled and kissed me, then said, “Yeah. That's the idea. They all want to fuck me, but right now, I want to fuck you.”
He didn't ask for permission when he pushed me so I was on my hands and knees. I felt his mouth on my ass, his tongue exploring my hole, swirling and pressing. I felt wet and ready. He seemed to understand, because he immediately started to push that long hard flesh into me. Not as slowly as last time, but he could tell I was desperate for it, that I wanted it. And oh fuck, did I want it.
It was fast and hard. He wasn't gentle this time. He took me, he was like some giant piece of equipment designed to drill into the earth. I felt like my ass was more stretched than it ever had been. He fucked me with a desperate energy and at one point, just before he filled me with his cum, I shot all over the floor with long sticky ropes. He leaned forward and growled in my ear, “Fucking right, mate. I'm going to make you clean that up with you fucking tongue.”
This was a side of Todd I had almost forgotten about: aggressive and demanding. Like he had been the first time I met him. But I liked it. He almost yelled and instead of filling my ass, he pulled out and moved around, jacking hard, and said, “Take my cum, Mark...”
I opened my mouth just as a few jets erupted from the huge meaty head and went directly into the back of my throat. I coughed and swallowed, almost choking, but it was delicious. He then plunged that thing into my mouth and fucked my face, his cock still streaming. My mouth was full of hot muscle and thick cum and I loved the feeling of being overwhelmed.
He finally pulled out, his cock all wet and streaked with his spunk. He lifted me up and hugged me, saying softly in my ear, “I hope that wasn't too intense...I got carried away...you make me so hot, Mark...”
The gentleness after all that aggression was turning me on again. I wondered what the hell was happening to me. Before I could even think, I said, “You can be that way with me any time...I like it when you're a big top with me...I fucking love it.”
Even as I said the words, I knew I was making things so much worse. I was encouraging him. I wasn't ending things at all. I was making the choice to let this happen. And let it happen without Trevor. It felt so complicated that I couldn't think about it.
Todd leaned back and said, “So Trevor?”
I winced at his perceptiveness and said, “Yeah. That's the problem. Do you want him to be part of this?”
I could see the question startled him. He finally said, “If I'm honest, no. I just want you. I mean...I've got a massive crush on you, Mark, if you haven't noticed.”
I laughed but not because I was amused. “Yeah. I noticed. Trevor noticed, too.”
He kissed both my cheeks, one after the other. He said, “And you?”
I knew what he was asking. I swallowed and pulled him closer to me, feeling so many things. “Yeah. I do, Todd, but I'm not sure what to do about it. What do you think I should do?”
Todd slowly shook his head as if he didn't want to answer, then said, “I like Trevor. He's a sexy guy, but I only want you. But if this is too complicated for you, I'll back off. Just let me know. Otherwise we can do this whenever we want. I want to fuck you as often as you'll let me.” He stopped and kissed me with a lot of tongue. I thought for a moment we were going to start all over again. Then he said, “And...I want you to fuck me. I've never really been into it before, but the other night, with you inside me like that? I want that again.” He stopped, shaking his head. “But it's not just fucking, Mark. I want to fuck you all the time because I really like you. You're smart and kind and sweet. Compared to that guy I was dating...well, you're exactly the kind of man I want.”
I felt surprised and excited and awful. All I knew is I needed to be honest with Trevor. I could feel the point after which there was no turning back fast approaching and I needed to address this as soon as possible or else I would find myself in that classic situation that I would hate myself for.
--
The next day was busy and difficult. The young girl did have a rare cancer that was not treatable. It was her parents I had to really deal with. They were devastated. My oncology colleague had met with us and told them the news. The scans had made things obvious.
The look on their faces when they heard the news was almost more than I could bear.
I got home late and Trevor was asleep in bed. I pulled off my clothes and crawled in with him. He turned and kissed my cheek. His hand moved down across my belly, his fingers circling my navel, then trailing lightly over my hardening dick. We both looked at it as if wanting it to say something. He took it in his hand and stroked it a few times as it hardened and seemed to pulse from the beat of my heart. He leaned down and licked it, and it twitched.
I said, “Can you fuck me, Trevor? That's what I really want right now.”
So he did. Slowly and with all the comfort and ease we always had between us.
But in the middle of it, his face sweaty and his big cock deep inside me, he slowly stopped thrusting and said, “Yeah...so...how much of a crush do you have on him?”
I held his muscular ass in my hands and felt a little sick. I hadn't meant for him to start this, but I was glad he did. “Trevor...I...well, rather a lot. And I went to his studio to tell him to back off, and...well...we fucked instead.”
Trevor was looking at me. He could tell I was torn up, but he also could tell that I was being as honest as possible. He slowly pulled his cock out of me. He said, “So what does this mean? Are you saying we're done?”
The speed with which he took this to that conclusion was terrifying. I said, “Oh my god, I hope not...” But I didn't know what else to say. I stopped, lost.
He lay back on the bed and sighed. He turned to me. I could tell he was pissed, but he said, “Fine. Get this out of your system, Mark. Fuck him as much as you need to, as long as you always come back to me. If at some point you don't want to come home to me, then we have to have a different conversation.”
He turned on his side without another word. I felt awful, but at the same time, clearer. I had wanted everything to be out in the open and now it was. He had given me permission. But did I want permission? I wasn't even sure what that meant.
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The thing that changed was Todd. I told him that Trevor had given us his semi-resentful blessing. Besides being thrilled, he then had this insatiable need to be in touch with me. And I responded in kind. It felt a little like how I felt when Trevor and I had got together in K all those years ago. But somehow this was different. Was it because I was older? More comfortable with myself? Had more money? I wasn't sure.
And Todd and I, like guilty adolescents, started to meet in the mornings before I had to be at the hospital. At his studio. Or at the weekend for a few hours at his flat north of Hampstead. When I came to his studio it was at seven in the morning and he would be there already. In the yoga room. Naked. Hard as fuck and we would devour each other. Or I would creep into his flat on a Sunday afternoon and he would fuck me in the kitchen.
Mostly he would fuck me after tearing my clothes off, pounding me into a yoga mat with my legs over his shoulders. Or up against a wall in the hallway of his flat and I would leave a big splash of cum on the wallpaper. Sometimes he would push me onto my knees and make me choke on his dick, eventually shooting me a mouthful, making me swallow while I jacked myself all over the wood floor after which I had to lick it up.
But every few times, he wanted me inside him and he would become all gentle and sensual. At his studio, on a sofa in the corner of the room, he would sit, his legs spread, his knees up, and let me slowly pump into his beautiful ass, kissing me desperately.
Sometimes we would just have breakfast in his studio and hold each other, and tell each other about the day to come, or the day we had just had. Those mornings we wouldn't have sex, but it felt just as intense and intimate.
Later, I would go to the hospital and pretend everything was normal. And then go home to Trevor where, to my surprise, I was mostly happy to fuck or be fucked all over again. But it was different. It was lovely and caring, easy and gentle. Trevor wasn't resentful or stroppy. But he seemed a bit sad. Over the weeks, I would catch him looking at me as if he wanted to make sure I was still there.
He had told me he didn't want to know what Todd and I were doing. So I didn't say a word. What could I say? That I was having the best sex of my life with him? Because I was. That the intensity, the raw, animal force between us was beyond anything I had ever felt? That I liked being tied up and fucked into the floor by him? Yeah, we did that, too.
But there was also a kind of almost psychic understanding between us, and not just sexually. We seemed to understand what the other was feeling without having to say a word. We were often thinking the same thing at the same time. There was an elemental connection between us that was making it hard to hold onto my connection with Trevor and I wasn't sure what to do about it. But it didn't make me stop seeing him.
There was one morning when we were on the floor of his studio, his cock still deep inside me, coated with his cum, mine cooling on my chest, and he just looked at me for a moment. I remembered the previous morning when we had decided to just have breakfast together in his flat. He had sipped his coffee then put it down, his eyes all big and sincere and I just knew what he was going to say. He had said, “Mark...I...well, I'm falling for you. Really hard. I won't say the word...but you know?”
So now, with his body connected to mine, his face close, a bead of sweat dripping from his nose onto my lips, I said very quietly as if I was afraid of starling one or both of us, “What you said yesterday...well...if fucking scared me.”
He looked a little confused but didn't respond. I said, “It scared me...it scares me...because I feel the same way...and the word you won't say is love? We can't say that word yet, right?”
Reaching for my hand, he nodded. To my amazement, his eyes were filling with tears. He said, his voice thick and agonized, “So what the fuck, Mark? What are we going to do now?”
I had no idea.
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