Boots

In almost the same state of inebriation as previous, I arrived at fag’s door around ten thirty. When I entered this time I found him reclined on the couch. This time he had jeans and a tee on, he almost matched my dress code. He stood and waited to see what my next move was. I closed the door and walked to his bedroom. When I arrived I sat and proceeded to remove my runners. As I undid the laces on my second pair he appeared nude, with his collar fitted and took over.

Within minutes I found myself flat on my back on his bed top, naked and utterly relaxed. I was apparently in exactly the right place. Neither of us had said a word, I liked it that way. He positioned himself to my side and made eye contact. He was asking permission to suck me. I nodded, already painfully hard and dying to get on with it. He moved his moist lips over the end of my shaft and lowered himself down my pole. It was magic.

Over twenty minutes I built and built to what I knew was going to be a massive release. My balls had been full enough to bulge, I was about to relieve the unrelenting pressure. As I drew close I rolled over and pumped his face from above. I slowly worked my cock deeper and deeper into his throat, generating the occasional gag. He was getting better at taking my entire length. I couldn’t hold on much longer.

When I did blow I found myself at the top of my stroke. His mouth quickly filled with my seed, he simply couldn’t swallow fast enough. I didn’t care, I had what I wanted. I collapsed to his side, catching my breath. We both lay there silent and still.

This time it was me who dragged up the doona. I covered us both as he re-positioned himself along my front, facing away. I spooned him and again absorbed his warmth as something I realised I missed. I drifted to a contented slumber.

The next morning, I awoke to find my suck boy still deep asleep. We had rearranged during the night. I was still on my side but he had moved across and was flat on his back. As I remained motionless I studied him, his chest rose and fell with gentle contented rhythm. He was a great looking guy, I decided. I felt myself firm in contemplation.

He stirred, turned to his side and found me watching him. His eyes widened slightly when he realised I was awake but he remained silent. I rolled over and it was his turn to spoon me. He didn’t have my physical width but it was nice none-the-less. When I felt his sex press against my arse cheek I sat up, turned and raised his upper leg. He immediately tensed thinking he was in trouble. From behind I dragged his junk backwards and closed his thighs to keep it there. I returned to being spooned, this time without being interrupted by an annoying hard-on. Contentment returned, for me at least, but probably for both of us.

Half an hour later I decided I needed a piss and shower. I exited the warmth of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. When I was in place under the running water I saw his shadow move towards the kitchen, ten minutes later as I looked for and found my crumpled jeans, I smelt coffee wafting into the room.

Dry and settled I sat at his breakfast bar fully dressed and sipping an excellent brew. He stood naked on the other side waiting. I gestured towards the nearest stool and the coffee pot. He poured and sat.

“I’m Jason” I said, surprising myself as much as him. Permission to speak, silently granted.

“I’m Dillon” he replied, not prepared to add.

“You give good head Dillon”

“Thanks”, he answered, “you know how to take control” he added, with the slightest of smiles.

“What do you think about that?”, I asked.

“I don’t know, I’m a little freaked”, he replied, head slightly lowered “I’ve never been like this, so submissive. Scares me that I might lose myself, you know, have nothing left”. I just nodded, letting the silence hang.

“If we take this further, and it’s a big if”, I said before pausing, “you’ll be in deeper than you are now. Being fucked for starters”, I assured. He remained quiet but raised his eye height to match mine. Continuing to surprise myself, I kept going.

“I can’t tell you the whole story, because I can’t see it yet. I can tell you, all the domestic stuff of picking up after me, cleaning and eventually cooking, isn’t stopping. Neither will your serious red arse if you step out of line”, I drew breath, he was still with me. I took care to drive the next point home. “The thing is, in the end, you’ll still be you, you’ll do what you want in your time and if you ever want out, it’s over, no holds. Same goes for me”. There was quiet for three minutes, it felt longer.

“How will I know where the boundaries are?” he questioned.

“Your red arse will tell you”, I said in all seriousness. He took an obvious breath inwards, understanding what I had said.

“So, I live like this?” he asked gesturing to his nakedness and collar.

“Of course, and probably more” I predicted, “like I said, haven’t worked it all out yet”.

“Do I at least get to cum, like, when I want?” he half pleaded.

“That I do know. No”

“Don’t know if I want that”, he offered weakly.

“Seems to me that’s your head talking, looks like your dick has already made up its mind”. He was so hard his cock head was pressed tight against his perfect abs. It sat an inch above the bar top on full display, leaking. He blushed.

“Yeah, seems so”, he surrendered, “I’m still scared though”

“Good, less likely to fuck up” I replied as I stood draining the last of my coffee, “I’ll be stretching you seriously next Friday, be ready”. He swallowed, hard. I turned to leave.

“Film yourself, when you blow that nut”, I said nodding towards his enlarged meat. “Make sure every drop goes into your mouth. I don’t care what position you use but make it happen. Send me the file”.

“What do you do with all...”, he started before I cut him off with an ice-cold death stare. He shut the fuck up and simply nodded he understood the directive.

I let myself out into the morning sunlight. It was already a great day.