Seducing a straight man is the Holy Grail for a lot of gay men out there. For me, it’s always been easy. I see the alpha hunk that I want to be fucked by, I flirt and let him know I’m available for whatever he wants, and I sit back until he comes to me. Some dudes who are total bottoms like I am make the mistake of being too clingy or too desperate when they decide to pursue a straight man. That gives them the scent of desperation, and it’s why they fail where I succeed. Hetero hunks and delicious daddies like to feel like they’re the ones making the decision, like they’re the ones conquering something. But when I give a man who swore that he was 100% straight the best orgasm of his life, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m the one in control. That I’m the one who conquered a straight alpha jock stud.
“Nathaniel,” Craig, the new office intern, said to me, “It must be so easy for you to get laid. You’re kind of a catch, dude. If I were gay, I’d hook up with you in a second.” Craig was a little bit tipsy; he was just some dumb college jock. I’ve only been working on reeling him in for a few weeks now, and already he was putty in my hands. Ripe for the picking.
And yet…
I already had my eye on a bigger prize.
One that wasn’t here at Happy Hour because he didn’t drink.
One that was so squeaky clean that all of my usual tactics were having absolutely no effect on him.
The man I was craving, the man I was needing to have a taste of, the handsome daddy who was absolutely rocking my world, was named Grayson Nash, and he was the new CEO at the tech startup I worked at. I knew the minute I saw his name in the press release announcing his hiring that the dude was gonna be fucking hot. And then he showed up on his first day of work. He was tall and muscular, with chiseled, handsome, all-American looks. This man was truly a blonde god. His daddy energy was off-the-charts, and he had the dictionary definition of “big dick face.” In a tribal society, he would have clearly been the leader of the pack, respected for his stature, power, virtue, and righteousness.
When he met me and shook my hand, his deep blue eyes twinkled at me and his grip immediately conveyed benevolent dominance over me. I could clearly make out the manly physique that his perfectly tailored suit covered. I had to have this man.
But there was a slight problem. He was a family man. He was a man of God. He was some lucky woman’s husband and father to a bunch of kids. He was a pillar in his local religious community. My usual tactics were not going to work on him.
In addition to being incredibly sexy, successful, and charming, Grayson had something else. He took a genuine interest in me. He wasn’t the type of boss who just saw me as somebody to make him money, or as an office drone. He saw me as a human being. He actually made the effort to get to know me and mentor me. He was such a genuinely good person.
So, you see, for the first time in my life there was a straight man that I wanted, and I couldn’t figure out any tactics that were going to help me get him. Some stupid jock like Craig just wasn’t going to cut it anymore.
I kept pounding shots, ignoring Craig as he kept rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt to try to entice me. My mind was completely focused on Grayson, and yet no good ideas came to me.
It shouldn’t be this hard. Men are an easy combination to unlock. I’ve got a cute face, a toned twink body, and a bubble butt that most girls would kill for. I make six figures as a 24-year-old, as I was one of the first employees at a tech startup that became extremely popular. I’ve got a sexy car and an awesome apartment. I’m not used to having doors closed to me.
But a principled man of God? In 2022 America! Such an absurd, anachronistic obstacle for me to have to deal with in my quest for quality cock.
“Man, I’m so fucking horny tonight,” Craig said as we shared a cigarette outside.
He was really laying it on thick. But I wasn’t in the mood tonight, so I called him an Uber to get home, as he was in no condition to drive. My apartment was only a few blocks away. I would walk home.
On a Friday night, without a cock to suck, and with no muscular alpha to stimulate my prostate with a big fat daddy dick. For a young, rich, cute guy like me, it was a fucking crime.
As I was walking toward my building, I noticed a stranger. Oh, great, some bum… drinking a forty out of a paper bag right in front of the lobby door. Hopefully, he wouldn’t accost me or beg for change. As I got closer, I realized I was either really drunk or really desperate, as I noticed the bum was actually kinda cute. He didn’t look crazy or homeless or anything. Just a lower-class drunk white straight dude who didn’t get any pussy tonight. We were in the same boat, in a way. Maybe…
“Don’t even think about it, Nathaniel,” I scolded myself. “Just hope he doesn’t pull a gun on you or rape you or something.”
Pull a gun. Or rape.
Wait a second.
Eureka. It was like a lightbulb lit up over my head.
“Hey man,” I said to him. “I’m Nathaniel. I’m about to order a pizza. How would you like to come up and share half with me?”
He seemed a bit unsure, eyeing me cautiously, so I engaged in a bit of conversation with him.
He called himself “Buddy.” I didn’t know if that was a pet name or his actual name or what, but it also didn’t matter. I found out that he was out of work because the factory he worked in had closed and shipped his job to China. He had two kids to feed and a bitch of a wife at home who was on his back constantly because he couldn’t bring any money home.
“Well, Buddy,” I said. “Today is your lucky day. I have a business opportunity if you want to come up and share that pizza. My treat.” By now, I’d softened him up enough, or he was hungry after drinking so much, and he agreed.
I was going to walk Buddy through what I wanted him to do: Break into the office when Grayson and I were there alone, force us to strip, and then force us to fuck.
As we took the elevator up to my loft, I began to have second thoughts. What if we went through with this, and then Buddy got caught and ratted me out to save himself? What if somebody got hurt? What if there was an accident and Grayson got shot? And his 5 kids would have to grow up without a father. All because I had so selfishly concocted these machinations to get a throat and butthole full of their dad’s sperm.
I let Buddy into my apartment and ordered the pizza. Buddy helped himself to one of my beers and spread himself out on my sofa. He lied back and put his hands behind his head, exposing his armpit hair. Buddy wasn’t completely unappealing himself; he had a certain blue-collar sex appeal. Maybe I should just blow him and call it a night?
But why consume a cheap hamburger if you can afford to dine out on expensive filet mignon? There was never going to be another chance to be with a supreme gentleman like Grayson. I deserved to experience being fucked by the very best of the best, and that’s what Grayson was. Whatever the risk was, if I didn’t do this, I would spend the rest of my life wondering, “What if?”
After Buddy and I finished our meal, I told him the amount of money I could pay him if he helped me out with something, and his eyes immediately lit up. My apartment was so chic that there was no doubt that I had that kind of dough.
“But, Buddy, I’m afraid that what I’m going to ask you to do is… well, some people might consider it to be slightly unethical. If that’s a problem for you, I wouldn’t blame you for walking away now. But I promise you that nobody will get hurt, and there’s no way you could possibly be punished for it. Are you willing to hear me out?”
He nodded his assent, so I explained to him that I wanted to suck Grayson’s luscious dick, and I wanted Grayson to fuck my cute ass, and I needed Buddy’s help to facilitate that. As I explained it, I felt a strange jolt of excitement. Never had I had an idea quite this depraved. The look of bewildered shock on Buddy’s gruff, manly face was kind of a turn on. I emphasized to Buddy, in case he was worried, that nothing in any of this would physically hurt Grayson at all. It was going to be pleasurable for him, and, hey, he just might learn something about himself along the way.
Buddy looked absolutely disgusted, and, at times, angry. I thought that he was going to kill me for daring to suggest he take part in this sick and disturbing act. I didn’t fully gauge his reaction, though, because I was starting to believe my own bullshit. The more I talked about it, the more fascinated I became, the more convinced I was, and the more arrogant I got about it. When he finally objected and expressed doubts, I repeated the amount I was willing to pay him. It was an offer that he just couldn’t refuse, and I had the ability to pay in cash. I could feel him equivocating and beginning to come around to the idea.
Like I said, I know how to exploit men’s weaknesses. Once I saw Buddy equivocate and think about how much this money was going to help him, I went all out praising Buddy and saying how easy this was going to be and how he was just the perfect man for the job. I built up his ego, so any doubts he had would then be injuries to his own ego. Once I framed the argument that way, I knew I had him. He shook my hand, and it was all set. Next Friday, Grayson would be in the office alone while the rest of the staff went to Happy Hour, and I’d stay behind with him. And Buddy would enact the plan. Buddy said he knew where he could get an untraceable gun off the streets, which was good because as a typical gay bottom, I’m a bit of a pacifist and don’t own a gun.
It couldn’t fail, right?
The next week was torture. Knowing how close I was, but having to wait until Friday. Soon, every inch of Grayson’s body would be mine to explore… and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. This man had probably been successful and popular his entire life. He was smart, athletic, gregarious, generous… Everybody liked him. And none of that was going to save him from being the plaything for one very lucky and enterprising gay twink who needed a new daddy.
When he interacted with me in the office, and put his hand on my shoulder to encourage me, or when he flashed me his pearly whites to tell me what a great job I was doing, I couldn’t help but to throb in my pants. On Wednesday, I listened to his deep, manly voice for an hour as he did a presentation on our expansion plans, and it turned me on so much that I seriously thought I was going to cream my work pants.
I thought about jerking off in the bathroom or something to relieve the stress… but something told me to save up my load for Friday.
After the longest week of my life, the day I’d been waiting for arrived at last.
“Hey Nathaniel,” said Craig, who was wearing a pair of pants that had to be about two sizes too tight for him. Poor guy. His package looked great in the pants, don’t get me wrong, but he was just a day late and a dollar short. He wasn’t gonna get anything from me (at least, not tonight, anyway.) “Are you coming to Happy Hour tonight?”
“Can’t, sorry,” I said. “I’m gonna be burning the midnight oil getting the Anderson account online. Maybe next week.” He looked defeated. I had to suppress a laugh.
People started to filter out of the office around 3:30 PM, and I began to get seriously nervous and have doubts about all this. Maybe Buddy wouldn’t show. Maybe I should call him off.
“Wait,” I realized. “I can’t call him off because I forgot to ask for his number.” My heart began to beat faster, and I had butterflies in my stomach.
By 4:30, Grayson and I were the only ones left in the office. Buddy was supposed to show up at 5:00 sharp. I’d told Buddy about a side door that the smokers always left unlocked so they could go outside to smoke without having to pass back and forth through security. I was such a nervous wreck, I thought I was going to throw up. My plan was to engage Grayson in conversation around 4:50, so he would be away from his phone and couldn’t call the cops and so Buddy could point his gun at both of us simultaneously. But at 4:45, Grayson disappeared into the men’s room. Fuck.
Being drunk last Friday night and talking some hobo bum into helping me had been one thing. But now that it was almost here, the realization of what I was about to do and all of the risks I was taking was really gnawing at me. I was going to be a felon and could end up spending the next 20 years in prison. I’d definitely have access to some Grade A cagemeat in there, thugs who would absolutely love to take out all their aggression by fucking some young twink… but my family would be so disappointed in me, and I’d have my face blasted all over the news as some kind of sex pervert. Just think of the memes they’d make of me on Twitter.
It was 4:58 and Grayson still wasn’t back from the men’s room. I guess the Thai food we had for our office party at lunch must not have agreed with him. Maybe I should just leave now. I’d go to the Happy Hour with everyone else, and I’d have an alibi. I couldn’t be held accountable for whatever Buddy did then. Just as I was about to bolt, Grayson emerged from the men’s room and walked over to my desk.
“Nathaniel,” he said. “You’re working awfully late for a Friday. You sure you don’t want to call it a night? I’ll bet they’re still at Happy Hour if you want to join them.”
“Sir, how come you never come to Happy Hour?” I asked, knowing the answer, but needing to stall him for a bit.
“Well, I don’t drink. Never have. But I think it’s great that the staff here are so close. It’s definitely not like that at every tech startup.”
And as Grayson was speaking, I noticed Buddy running in like a bat out of hell behind him. It was like a disaster unfolding in that it seemed to occur simultaneously in slow-motion, and so suddenly that there was nothing I could say or do to warn Grayson or stop Buddy.
“Freeze!” he yelled, pointing the gun at us. Grayson defiantly moved toward him and Buddy bellowed out, “I said ‘FREEZE’, motherfucker, and I fucking meant FREEZE. You both stay put and keep your fucking mouths shut! If you move or try something again, I’ll put a bullet in your little friend’s head!” he yelled, motioning toward me with his gun.
Buddy was slurring his words and had a maniacal look in his eyes. He was either drunk or high on something. I’ve never had a gun pointed at me before. In all that I planned when imagining how this would play out, I hadn’t counted on this… but I felt legitimately frightened. Buddy was obviously unstable, and I believed when he pointed that gun that he was not afraid to use it. I couldn’t tell if he was acting or not, or if he was in the state of mind to remember that this was all just pretend. The dude didn’t seem this unhinged before… Maybe I was drunker than I thought I was when I shared the pizza with him and told him the plan.
“Wait a second,” said Grayson. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
Oh, fuck.
“Yeah, I met you. When I spoke at your church,” Grayson said softly and reassuringly, trying to calm the situation down. These guys knowing each other outside was not good for me. It meant an increased chance of getting caught, and an increased chance that Buddy would have outside motives beyond my control.
“Well, well, well, so Mr. Hot Shot here remembers. You came to talk to us about how we had to send money to help with hurricane relief in some foreign country. And my wife wrote you a check for $100. But where the hell were you when 5 of us in the congregation lost our jobs? Where were you, Mr. Hot Shot? Golfing at your country club? Driving your fancy Escalade? Buying your wife fake tits? Answer me, you rich motherfucker!” Buddy was screaming at the top of his lungs and had a vein practically about to pop in his forehead. He had the gun right to Grayson’s temple, and Grayson closed his eyes and seemed to be saying a silent prayer. “I can’t even afford new sneakers for my children and here you are walking around in a fucking $3,000 suit!”
“Hey, mister,” I whispered softly. “Why don’t you just let us give you some money and get out of here? And we’ll never tell anybody that you were ever here.” This was not part of the plan, but I was almost ready to cut my losses. I was having second thoughts and wondering if I was in over my head.
I let out an involuntarily, high-pitched, girlish yelp as he grabbed me and wrapped one arm around my neck, and with the other arm, pointed the gun at my head. The cold metal dug into my head. It was most likely loaded, this dude suddenly seemed far too insane, and I was afraid it could even accidentally go off. I realized I was actually close to death, and I was terrified. What a horrible idea this had all been.
“Please, there’s no need to hurt him. I know you’re a good man, and you want to set a good example for your kids.” Grayson said. “Just let us go, and it’ll be like you were never here. I swear to you, as a fellow Christian.”
“I’m tired of looking at that fucking suit. Do you know that suit was more expensive than what a whole month’s rent cost me? Take off that suit, motherfucker, or your little friend here gets it,” Buddy ordered.
“OK,” Grayson said, making a calming gesture with his hands. He looked no less dignified as he untied and slipped off his fancy Armani shoes revealing classy argyle socks beneath, and carefully removed his tie, leaving his smooth, clean-shaven neck bare. I hoped I would get a chance to kiss that gorgeous Adam’s Apple at some point tonight… then I snapped myself back into the moment and remembered the goal at this point was just not to die.
He still looked manly and confident as he worked to undo the buttons on his shirt, ultimately revealing a v-neck white undershirt beneath. I could make out the very top of the concavity between his pecs, the part of him where I really wished I could rest my head, so he could make me feel safe from psychotic Buddy. His biceps looked spectacular; they were popping out of his sleeves. He was very jacked for a forty-something father of five. Finally, I heard him pull the zipper of his flat front pants down. God, I loved the sound of a man’s zipper being pulled down. Grayson stepped out of his pants and neatly folded them up on a chair. He stood before us in his white undershirt, flannel boxer shorts, and argyle socks. I couldn’t believe that I had a front row seat to this strip show, and all that was left between me and everything I’d been dreaming about was a small piece of fabric.
“Come on, Mr. Hot Shot,” Buddy said impatiently. “Undershirt and underwear too.”
“Now wait a minute,” Grayson said, argumentatively. Shit, I’d worried about this. Grayson was not the kind of man to take orders. That’s what attracted me to him in the first place. But it posed a problem in that it disrupted my plans, and also because I didn’t need him doing anything that would make Buddy even angrier.
I had no warning when, in a violent move, Buddy pistol whipped me. I was on the ground, seeing stars, and all I could hear was commotion and yelling. I thought I made out the words “strip or he dies,” but I had ringing in my ears, my vision was blurry, and my nose was bleeding. It took me a minute or two to regain my senses. But when I rose from the ground, I saw the most glorious sight of my life.
Grayson stood before me, wearing nothing but his argyle socks.
Amazingly, the look on Grayson’s face remained dignified, betraying only concern for me and no fear for himself. This was exactly what made him such a pinnacle of masculinity.
His body was amazing, as I expected it would be. I really hoped I would get the chance to grab onto those incredible pecs to support myself while I bounced up and down on his dick.
Speaking of his dick.
I knew it was love at first sight when I met Grayson, but once I saw his dick… Well, if this was a Shel Silverstein book, I’d finally found my missing piece. It was perfect. Hanging there over his balls, his circumcised dick somehow looked as confident in its abilities as the rest of him did. It was a perfect thick one with a great dorsal vein going right down the center. That vein was unique; it gave him character. It announced that this was Grayson’s dick, and once I knew it was there… there was always going to be an added level of intimacy between us now whenever I looked him in the eye. I could picture that vein at any time, and he knew it. And he had the most perfect, inviting, pink cock head I’ve ever seen in my life. He had neatly trimmed blonde pubes. I didn’t care if I was staring or drooling; since I was probably gonna die in a few minutes anyway, I made sure I got a nice good loooong look at that dick.
“Are you all right, Nathaniel?” Grayson asked, placing his big, manly hand on my face and looking right into my eyes. God, I loved this man.
“I’m a little dizzy,” I said weakly.
“You’re gonna get it again in a second if you and your pal don’t start listening to my directions better,” Buddy barked. “I said it’s your turn to strip too, fuckface.”
“Hey! You practically knocked the poor kid unconscious,” Grayson argued exasperatedly. “Just take your time, Nathaniel,” Grayson said to me sweetly, in a fatherly voice.
WHACK. I found myself on the ground again, seeing stars. I began to sob uncontrollably.
“Leave him alone! You’re gonna fucking kill him!” Grayson yelled at Buddy.
“Argue with me ONE MORE TIME, you rich motherfucker. Don’t you get it? Your money isn’t gonna save you here,” Buddy yelled, pointing his gun at Grayson now, and cocking it.
“Nooo!” I yelled, between sobs. “Don’t shoot!” I got up off the ground, and looked into Grayson’s eyes. As tears streamed down my face, I said, shakily, “I don’t want to die. I’m only 24 years old. Please, don’t fight him anymore.” My voice was now just a mere whisper, as I pleaded. “Please, Grayson. Just do what he says, so we can both get out of this.”
Grayson put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. With his eyes, he told me that he would take care of me and help me through this. He never for a moment stopped being the leader, the daddy, the alpha male in the room. I’d had a semi since the moment I saw Grayson nude, but now I was fully hard.
I didn’t dress in a suit like Grayson, I just had on a t-shirt and jeans. If I wasn’t already pitching a tent from the intense eye contact with Grayson, I would’ve become erect getting undressed in front of Buddy and Grayson. I’m a huge exhibitionist. I know I look good, and being watched by men turns me on, knowing that they may begin to have naughty thoughts about my body that they shouldn’t be having. There’s something about me that just makes my body sweet irresistible candy to straight men, and I absolutely love showing off.
When I was in a fraternity in college, we actually had a communal shower in one of the bathrooms. I swear, if it had been socially acceptable, I would have just holed up in there all day on Saturdays. I was always hard when I was in there, and it never embarrassed me or made me feel self-conscious. Instead, I was delighted whenever I caught guys looking. I would wink at them and flirt with my eyes, and they’d often be the ones blushing as they started to get hard from the attention. Let’s just say the list of my frat brothers who didn’t fuck me at some point is probably shorter than the list of my brothers who did.
So, anyway, I absolutely loved being nude around straight men. I had to make an effort not to seem too excited to strip down in front of Buddy and Grayson. I had to act like this was such a difficult thing for me to do. But when I stepped out of my underwear, there was nothing more I could do to hide it… it was clear that I was extremely enthusiastic about this situation.
My penis pointed upwards at a very nice angle. I was proud of it.
“Well, well, well,” said Buddy. “What do we have here? A gay twink? Seeing Mr. Hot Shot over here naked got you all hot and bothered, didn’t it, you little freak?” Buddy asked. “Answer me, fag!” he said, again cocking his gun and pointing it at me
“S-S-Sorry, what did you ask?” I stuttered.
“I asked if you’re gay, son,” Buddy repeated. I looked pleadingly at Grayson. We’d never discussed my sexuality, but I assume he knew I was gay. I didn’t know how he felt at gays, but he was so religious, and I would be shocked if he’d ever experienced sex with a man before. I’d be surprised if he’d experienced sex with anyone besides his wife before, actually.
“What does that matter?” I asked, my voice shaky, about to start crying again.
“Because I could go for some head right about now,” Buddy said, narrowing his eyes.
“Come on now!” Grayson yelled, in his angriest voice yet. “I’m not going to allow you to rape him. That’s just not going to happen. Get it out of your mind.” Grayson sounded almost threatening.
“Why, Mr. Hot Shot?” Buddy asked mockingly. “You got something going on with the kid? You letting him suck you off under your desk while you go around to churches preaching to the rest of us?”
“I’m a married man, and I love my wife. I would never cheat on her,” Grayson said stoically.
“Well, it’s up to you, Mr. Hot Shot. This little cutie over here is going to suck one of us. So who is it gonna be? You want him to suck me, or you?”
I just knew I needed to let him know that I really - really - preferred him over Buddy.
“Grayson, please,” I whimpered. “Please, I’m afraid of him. Don’t make me… do it to him. Please.”
“I can’t. I’m a married man,” Grayson said softly, between clenched teeth, now finally starting to lose his confidence for the first time, and beginning to get emotional himself.
But contrary to his words, I noticed his quick, curious glance on me again, as if he was starting to slowly change his mind.
“How about I just kill you then, big boy?” Buddy barked out. “I’ll splatter your fucking rich dude brains all over the wall, and then I’ll just have my way with this little twink over here. With no lube, so he has something to remember me by,” I let out another girlish yelp and started sobbing uncontrollably again.
“Grayson, please,” I begged. “I don’t want your kids not to have a father. Please… just let me do what he said. Please, Grayson.” I know I said before that begging was never the way to go about it, but I hoped bringing up Grayson’s kids would trigger his survival mechanism, and help him to get over his mental block about cheating to do whatever he had to do to stay alive for his family’s sake.
I was playing it up… but a part of this wasn’t just performance. Buddy was repeatedly going far beyond what he and I had discussed. I wasn’t completely convinced that he wasn’t serious about fucking me with no lube.
“Grayson, it’s OK. It’s OK. It’s OK,” I whispered softly, repeating myself as if trying to put him in a trance, or perhaps under a spell. “Just say you’ll go along with it, and close your eyes” I said in a peaceful, comforting voice. I repeated this over and over a few more times, just as you would repeat yourself trying to soothe an infant to sleep. I hoped I could take Grayson out of this moment. I squeezed his hand with mine and tried again to plead with him with my irresistible puppy dog face, but he refused to meet my gaze, directing his steel blue eyes straight ahead, almost robotically.
“Well, which is it, motherfucker? Is he sucking me off, or is he sucking you off?” Buddy asked.
Grayson hung his head. I believe he was feeling shame. Perhaps for the first time in all of this, he was feeling truly helpless. He was realizing that he had no control in this situation, and no good options. He made a grunting noise.
“I didn’t hear you, motherfucker,” Buddy said, placing the pistol against Grayson’s forehead.
Grayson’s face suddenly had the most pained expression I’ve ever seen in my life. I suddenly felt the heaviness of the situation I had put him in, but I refused to let myself feel guilt. I’d come too far to back out now. There was no denying that this moment was clearly causing him extreme anguish, and I felt for the big guy nonetheless. Would he flush twenty-something years of fidelity and marital bliss down the drain? Would he violate his morals by engaging in homosexuality? How would he live with himself if he did this? But death wasn’t an option. Who would take care of his wife and kids if he was dead? And could he really live with himself if he selfishly chose to subject me to being violated by Buddy?
Grayson suddenly looked completely defeated.
“Me,” he said, giving up. He continued looking straight ahead, trying to completely dissociate himself from this nightmare situation. But I was such a good cocksucker that it was gonna be pretty damn hard for him to do that.
“You heard him pretty boy,” Buddy said. “Time for you to get what you’ve been dreaming about. Get to work.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice.
I knelt down in front of Grayson. He was still flaccid. But I’d never failed before at making a straight man hard when I got to what I do best. He was standing straight, like a soldier, his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if off into the distance. Off somewhere else, where this wasn’t really happening, where he wasn’t naked, wasn’t being held at gunpoint, and where there wasn’t a young gay man on his knees in front of him about to fellate him to completion.
The first thing I did, that I had to do to acknowledge the elephant in the room, was run my tongue slowly up and down that big, unique dorsal vein. Neither Grayson nor I were ever going to forget that that’s the first place I went for.
I traced that trademark, bulging, manly blood vessel with my tongue as if to plant my flag and claim it permanently for myself. There wouldn’t be another day in his life when he looked at that vein and didn’t think of me. His dick would never be fully his own again; it would always be part mine.
I paid no attention to the fact that Buddy was there. All my butterflies and nervousness went away. That small, first taste of Grayson’s dick was enough to put my heart at ease. I was doing my favorite thing in the world, and with the man of my dreams. Everything was going to be OK.
With my thumb and forefinger, I picked his dick up now from the base and kissed the tip, making a nice pucker noise that echoed throughout the room. I was very careful not to talk as I knew Grayson was very nervous, and I did not want to take him out of the moment; still, I made a slight feminine “mmm” noise to demonstrate deference. That worked, as his flaccid dick throbbed for the first time when I did that. Then I took his whole dick into my mouth. I slowly explored all over his dick with my tongue, for the first time tasting Grayson’s unique man taste. I placed my left hand on his butt and with my right hand I gently stroked his lower abs. I wanted to comfort him and also pay respect to his masculinity with each move I made.
I absolutely loved the way he tasted. There was something about his taste that was so aligned with his personality. It was detectably male, yet clean, warm, welcoming, friendly. My tongue continued to massage underneath his shaft while my hand continued exploring and petting his abs. I could feel he was at about half-mast, so I now started to use my lips to really suck him. When I felt him grow I made another soft noise, this time a somewhat restrained, impressed, girlish squeal.
“Oh,” Grayson said, an involuntary utterance of deep guttural pleasure escaping through his lips.
Well, it’s embarrassing, I’d barely even started yet, but Grayson’s grunt along with the delightful assault of his unique man flavor on my tastebuds, and the feeling of his dick which so perfectly filled up my mouth, caused me to start to lose control. I didn’t stop sucking, in fact I picked up the pace, but I felt my own orgasm coming and I hadn’t even touched my own dick! Grayson’s full hardness was now mine to behold, my lips sucking him up and down with a speed that most humans cannot achieve.
“Oh my God!” Grayson said again. These words skipped my brain and were heard immediately by my dick, which started spurting immediately. I’m proud of the fact that I never stopped sucking him as I experienced the best orgasm of my life. This beautiful man’s pleasure was my pleasure. I acquired superhuman strength during that orgasm and began deepthroating Grayson, and it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, feeling him press his proof of maleness against that part of my body just felt so immensely right, like it was the sensation I’d been waiting my whole life for.
When my orgasm subsided, I looked down, and to my horror, there was now a big puddle of my cum on Grayson’s foot.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Buddy said. “You came without even touching yourself? Are you telling me you got so aroused sucking this man’s dick that you unloaded your all cum just from tasting him? My God you’re a sick fuck.”
I ignored him. Nothing was going to ruin this for me. But I could not ignore Grayson’s surprised face, as he peeked down at his feet.
“Hey,” said Buddy, pulling my head off Grayson’s dick. “I’m talking to you.”
How fucking annoying. Couldn’t he see that I was in the middle of something important?
“Don’t you swallow that load when it comes,” Buddy warned me. “You spit it in this here coffee cup,” he said, motioning to the clean mug on my desk, “Or else you die. Got it?”
I nodded, again not wanting to talk too much so as not to ruin the moment for Grayson.
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes.
I kissed Grayson’s abs and ran my hands over his pecs. Well, he must really like his pecs noticed and played with, because he emitted some gasps of pleasure as I did this. I bobbed my dead dutifully on his dick, creating a steady stream of sucking and making sure I was doing it so loudly that it kept echoing throughout the room. I didn’t go out of my way to make girlish pleasure noises, but neither did I stifle them as they naturally escaped my mouth. I had no control over it. The man transformed me into his perfect submissive suck slave, and I didn’t care if the entire world knew it. I think he was really turned on by the fact that I was clearly admiring all of the muscles he had spent so many years crafting. But I made sure I never got distracted and always kept a steady suck going.
Blowjobs aren’t rocket science. People think you need to make them fancy, but it’s easy. I start with the tease, and once I get the dick hard, I keep it dependable. A guy needs to know when he gets close that you’re going to keep doing the same thing and not switch it up at that moment, otherwise he will get frustrated and not cum. So that’s what I did. Kept moving my lips up and down and kept sucking him and kept making submissive satisfied sounds.
“Hunnhhhhh,” Grayson made a loud grunt, almost like a bark. He was getting close.
“Mmmmm,” I signified my submissiveness and deference.
“Hunnnnnnnhhhhhh,” he started actually pumping himself forward down my throat, and I took every inch of him like an absolute champ.
“Uhhhh,” I squealed. I was just a helpless waif in need of his daddy seed. He had to know that.
“Oh God. Oh God. UHN! Oh GOD! Oh FUCK. Hunnnnnnhhhhhh,” he grunted, and he exploded in my mouth. It was the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted in my life, and yet Buddy had cruelly forbidden me from swallowing any of it.
It was hard to just hold it all in there, because he just kept cumming and cumming. And it was gonna overflow out of my mouth. But this was serious business, and it was a life or death situation, so I did the responsible thing and made sure I conserved it all.
After a moment, he withdrew, and Buddy put the coffee mug up to my mouth.
“Spit,” Buddy ordered. So I spit all of Grayson’s babies out into the mug. And holy shit, it was a ton. It filled up like half the mug. When nobody was looking, I used a napkin to wipe up a little of my jizz… but Grayson’s beautiful argyle stocks were, unfortunately, stained now.
I looked up at Grayson, hoping the orgasm would have calmed his nerves a little. He finally made eye contact with me, and gave me a tiny little smile, as if to express a tinge of embarrassment mixed with gratitude for the blowjob. I stood up and finally put my face in the concave, smooth part of Grayson’s chest between his pecs like I’d been wanting to all night. He put his arm around me and held me there. This experience had bonded us. How wonderful!
“I’ve never seen anything like that before,” said Buddy. “What is it about sucking dick that you find so pleasurable? Seriously. What exactly is in it for you?”
Really, Buddy? We were going to have a philosophical question and answer session about blowjobs while we were naked in an office with my boss’s cum in a coffee mug on my desk? That’s what we were gonna do now?
I looked up at the clock. 5:40. Not even an hour had gone by yet, and I already got one load out of Grayson. We were making good time, actually.
“If I’m attracted to a man, I guess I just feel happy knowing I made him feel good,” I said.
“But don’t you ever want a man to suck you?” Buddy asked.
“Not really,” I answered honestly. “I just get more turned on being submissive.”
“You’re a sick fuck,” Buddy said, before weirdly cackling. He took an airplane bottle of vodka out of his pocket and took a quick shot. Oh, great. He was gonna get even drunker as he had a deadly weapon pointed at us. Lovely.
I guess I should have stipulated sobriety as a condition in the verbal contract.
I stayed completely hard as Grayson held me against his chest, but I also noticed… he did not go completely soft. Now that was a nice surprise.
“Check this out, you guys,” Buddy grinned, turning his smartphone toward us. And there, in HD video, was Grayson grunting as he emptied the contents of his balls into my mouth, and me moaning like a whore as I received his load with glee.
“I already uploaded this to my account on PornTubeCentral,” Buddy said, grinning even wider now. “If either one of you does something stupid, like talking to the police, I set this video to public, and everyone will know about you two. It’s a great video, though. You’re really good. I think I’d like to take a turn myself now,” Buddy said. “But I don’t want a blowjob anymore. I want that cute ass of yours.”
“Noooo!” I whined.
“NO!” Grayson bellowed. “You told me if I… if he did that, you would leave him alone. So… leave him alone.”
“Please protect me, Grayson,” I said, cuddling the side of my cheek up against his chest. “Don’t let him rape me. Please.”
I noticed Grayson’s dick throbbed. So he had a thing for being the big strong protector.
Fine with me. I loved being the damsel in distress.
“Why don’t you just go? You had fun, you got your video, just go home now and leave us alone,” Grayson said calmly. He’d executed a lot of business deals in his time, and I could see why. He was so calm, even after he’d just ejaculated in his gay employee’s mouth and found out there was a recording of it. He never stopped conveying quiet, understated masculinity. It was… so arousing to me. I had him in my mouth, and it was the most thrilling experience of my life. Now my asshole was yearning for what my mouth had.
“Fine. Give me your wallets, then,” Buddy said. This wasn’t the plan. I was supposed to meet Buddy in an alley and bring him his money after this was done. Was Buddy about to take the money and run before I had the chance to get fucked? If he counted the money right out in the open, then Grayson might question why I’d been carrying so much cash on me.
Grayson picked up his wallet, neatly placed on top of his folded pants. I had to rummage through my jeans’ pocket for mine. Once I had it, Grayson motioned for me to hand him my wallet.
“No, no, no, do you think I’m stupid? Give both of the wallets to the twink,” Buddy ordered, never pointing his gun away from Grayson. So Grayson sighed and handed me his wallet. “Now put them both in my pockets, sissy boy.”
I walked meekly over to Buddy and put one wallet in his left pocket, and the other in his right. But when I turned around to walk back over to Grayson, Buddy grabbed me again by the neck and put the gun to my temple again. Buddy held me close to him and pushed me so that my butt was right against his crotch. I felt the hardness through his pants. Then I felt his hot breath on my neck. A chill went down my spine. I was simultaneously disgusted to be manhandled by this hairy fireplug of a man… and also kinda turned on to be touched by another man in front of Grayson. Maybe Grayson would get jealous? And it sure looked like it. Grayson’s handsome face became a bit more red and his lips tightened.
“You can get dressed and go now,” Buddy said to Grayson. “The twink stays with me. You ready for a ride, baby?” Buddy asked me.
Then Grayson, my knight in shining armor, made a move like he was going to punch Buddy. Buddy ducked Grayson’s punch but decked him good right in the nose. Buddy then made a move like he was going to pistol whip Grayson.
“Buddy, stop it!” I yelled. “Stop it! I beg you. He has children!”
Buddy pulled away from Grayson.
“Grayson! Are you OK? Are you injured?”
“I’m fine,” he mumbled. Buddy cocked his gun and pointed it at Grayson.
“I was about to let you go, dipshit,” Buddy said to Grayson. “But you had to be the fucking hero.”
“I’m sorry,” said Grayson.
“Don’t try anything else,” warned Buddy.
“He’s not going to. Right, Grayson?” I asked. I gave Grayson my innocent, worried, helpless little gay boy face again. “Please, Grayson, I need you to stay alive… if you die, you heard what he said he would do to me.”
“I promise I’m not going to do that again. Don’t shoot.”
Buddy pointed the gun at me and motioned to the table. “Get on the table, and lie down flat on your back.” I complied. “Time for you to get fucked,” Buddy announced.
“Now wait a minute,” Grayson said slowly. “I don’t want to fight you, but I’m not going to stand by and let you rape him.”
“I’m not going to rape him,” Buddy said gleefully. “You’re going to fuck him. And you either do it, or die.”
“I won’t be unfaithful to my wife,” Grayson stated plainly and fearlessly.
Yet again, I needed to convince Grayson that getting fucked by him was what I preferred.
“Grayson,” I begged. “Be reasonable. None of this is worth dying for. Your wife will understand. She loves you.”
He looked me straight in the eyes. There was something there that I could not fully understand. I could not grasp it now. We were staring at each other and I knew it was a very important moment. He was losing this fight.
“I made vows,” he said, choking back tears. “I did it in front of God.”
“Grayson, please,” I said, now crying myself. I sat up and looked Grayson in the eye, whispering in my most earnest voice, “I don’t want it to be him. For me. Please.”
Grayson sighed deeply and again hung his head in shame. After some prolonged silence, he finally nodded. “I’ll do it for you, Nathaniel. God, forgive me.”
Grayson walked over and stood above me. I had the most amazing view of his body at this angle. His face had the stoic look of a soldier about to march to certain death. Unfortunately, he had gone completely flaccid by now, and his dick was even doing a bit of the scared turtle thing. So I got up on my hands and knees and buried my face in his crotch.
I didn’t do any teasing this time, just engulfed his dick with my mouth and started my patented, expert sucking. Grayson’s dick relaxed and began hardening quickly, happy to bend its will to my affectionate touch. And this time, Grayson actually fucked my mouth a bit. When I felt that Grayson was fully hard, I took him out of my mouth and returned to the position on my back. I put my hands underneath my knees and raised my feet up in the air. Grayson stood between my legs, but this really wasn’t the ideal place for him to fuck me, because Grayson had to kind of bend his knees down to get his dick in the right position where it could piston into my hole. Also, Grayson’s length and girth were going to be difficult for even my experienced hole to accommodate without proper lubrication.
I turned to Buddy and, in the voice of a frightened chihuahua, begged him to please let Grayson have some lube.
Buddy handed Grayson the mug full of his sperm. “OK, big shot, lube him up,” Buddy barked.
Oooh, this was kinky. Buddy had improvised this detail all on his own, but I definitely approved. I looked up at Grayson, knowing he had a full, unobstructed view of my asshole. Grayson was a man full of testosterone: his muscular physique, deep voice, and big, hard, dick that shot lots and lots of sperm were all proof of that. And men with lots of testosterone enjoy sticking their dicks in holes and thrusting. It is their nature to do so. Any man who loved to fuck would kill for the view Grayson had - me spread submissively for him to take - and I could tell from Grayson’s countenance that it was arousing for him as well, as much as he tried to hide it.
Grayson compliantly dipped his hand in the mug full of his sperm, and slowly reached forward. His hand was cold and wet when he reached into the shallow part of my butt hole and coated it with his seed. I felt my dick tingle, and a gladness overtook my entire being, to the point where I even felt the pleasure sensation in my teeth. “Deeper,” I said, guiding Grayson, as I’d met his wife and I doubted she’d ever given him this opportunity.
Grayson got some more sperm on his fingers and reached deeper into my hole. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of satisfaction, reveling in the ecstatic sensation I felt as he ventured deeper and deeper, buttering up his perfect submissive boy with his daddy juice. He was getting a little more adventurous with his fingers, but I think he was still unsure of how deep he could go, and perhaps a little bit scared as well. “Deeper, please,” I whimpered.
I was sloppy wet by now and his sperm made the most disgusting, most wonderful sound I’ve ever heard as he took his fingers out and then placed them back in, fucking me slowly with them. I wasn’t even attempting to conceal the absolute joy I felt. My face showed it, and I made all sorts of satisfied noises to let him know he was doing it right. Finally, he found my prostate, and massaged it firmly…
…and I had my second orgasm of the night. Right there, all over my stomach, for him to see and - hopefully - admire. This one was even more powerful than the first, and I made quite the mess all over myself. I didn’t know how long it lasted or how much I squirmed, or what sorts of noises I made, because I had entered a state I can only describe as nirvana. When I finally opened my eyes, I blushed a little, but Grayson was standing above me with a more relaxed, amused expression. And I couldn’t help but notice that he was still rock hard; if possible, he was even harder now than before.
Did seeing me get turned on also cause Grayson to get turned on? Was he getting off on this? Perhaps finding out, in spite of himself, that there was actually something very appealing about fucking another man? Perhaps he was finding that having a beautiful young twink’s perfect hole spread out in front of him perfectly aroused his masculine instincts and sensibilities? Grayson cleaned me off with a sweatshirt I had hanging on my office chair, and threw it down to the ground. He coated his dick with some of his sperm, so it looked so nice and shiny.
Grayson grabbed hold of my legs and used them to pull me closer to him, and placed his hardness at my entry. I moaned. He pushed it inside slowly. When he was all the way in, I felt more full and complete than I’d ever felt in my life. This was what my body was designed for. I wanted to give everything I had to this man. I wanted him to have the best pleasure of his life, because of how my body made him feel. And it was actually happening. In spite of the fucked up circumstances, it really was such a beautiful thing. “Oh, Grayson,” I said dreamily, stroking his forearms. I knew it was better not to speak. But I had to let myself experience that intimate moment of calling my lover by his name while he was inside of me.
He was a bit shy and tentative when he began thrusting in and out of me slowly. I looked up at him, and I’m sure my face showed pure bliss, because I thought I saw him suppress a smile. I’m sure seeing the effect he was having on me, and the immense world of pleasure I was experiencing from his perfect dick, was filling him with even more arrogance and confidence, and he gradually began to go deeper and faster. I moaned and moaned like a bitch in heat, and Grayson fucked like a champion. I was serving as the vessel in appreciation of Grayson and all his masculinity, which is just the thing that made me happiest in the world. And Grayson was dominating me in every way, just as nature intended. The way our bodies came together was truly magical.
He got bold at one point and thrust so deep as to bottom out, and this brought me to a new level of ecstasy that I had never previously reached. He clearly loved it as well, because it was at that moment that he decided that he needed to change positions - probably so he could hold me closer and fuck me deeper. He picked me up in his strong arms. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and rested my head on his neck. I knew it was inappropriately romantic for this situation, but knowing I’d probably never get another chance, I threw caution to the wind and kissed him all over his neck. He was clean-shaven, always, but feeling just a tiny bit of stubble and smelling the slightest bit of aftershave made me spurt a little more. I didn’t know if it was cum or pre-cum. He exhaled loudly as I kissed his neck. I guess I’d found another one of his secret arousal spots. Finally, I even kissed that studly Adam’s Apple of his that I’d been lusting over all these months.
Grayson carefully placed me on the floor. I couldn’t read his face as he commanded, “Flip over,” but I dutifully complied and got on my hands and knees. He grabbed my butt with both hands and again positioned himself behind me. He then proceeded to thrust deep, in and out, as quickly as a jackhammer. As he fucked, he pushed me down to the ground, holding one arm underneath my neck to pull me close to him as he pistoned in and out. Now I felt him behind me, and the feeling of his strong chest against my back and his head behind my ears was driving me wild. I’m sure that it was going to take the carpet cleaners years to get out the stain as I leaked a continuous stream of pre-cum all over the ground.
Grayson moved my whole body with his every thrust, and I made sure to keep my butt pointed a little up at an angle to offer him maximum pleasure and resistance. Geometry is largely useless; the only thing I ever got from it was learning to reach peak efficiency during gay sex. Grayson began grunting like an animal again, and I knew he was close. If Buddy had said anything during any of this, I was unaware of it. I couldn’t be bothered to care. Grayson’s dick was my entire world.
Grayson made a particularly loud grunt.
“Yes, daddy,” I said in my most manic pixie dream girl voice. He grunted even deeper and louder and more violently. I moaned, and he grunted right in my ear, as if in animalistic rage. “I want you so bad, daddy,” I said. I was careful not to use the “L” word, but I can tell you that I certainly felt it. I wanted to be fucked like this by Grayson every day for the rest of my life.
He grunted again, and again, and again. “Fill me up, daddy,” I whined. And then he pulled me close and bottomed out, and I felt him begin to shoot.
“Oh God! UNGGHHHHHH!” Grayson bellowed. That did it, and my own dick again spurted like a faucet.
“Uhhhhh!” I exclaimed, feeling so completely blessed to be having a simultaneous orgasm with the man of my dreams, who coated my insides with his essence. I had almost a religious belief at this moment that if I just hoped for it enough, I really could become pregnant with Grayson’s child. As he coated my hole with his love cream, it was as if every fiber of my being was being subsumed in him. I was reborn in this moment; I was the sole property of Grayson Nash, and I could never again belong to another.
Grayson pulled out, and slowly sat in my office chair, sweaty and exhausted from so much exertion. I stood up and finally looked over at Buddy, who I’d frankly forgotten was even still in the room.
“Well, I’m about ready to finish up here,” Buddy said. “But I gotta make sure you two lovebirds don’t call the police as soon as I leave.” Buddy tossed me a rope. “Tie up the stud horse to that chair, fag boy.” I raised my eyebrows. This hadn’t been part of the plan. I walked over to Grayson with the rope. He was still worked up, breathing in and out rapidly. I know it was the best fuck I’d ever had. I’m sure Grayson had enjoyed it as well. I looked at the clock on the wall. 6:40. Grayson sure could fuck like a prince, especially considering he was a man in his mid-40s. Two orgasms for him and more than I could count for me. I was proud.
Finally, Grayson made eye contact with me.
“Go ahead, Nathaniel. If it gets rid of him, it’s worth it.”
I tied his arms to the chair. Buddy told me how to do the knots so he could be sure Grayson wouldn’t escape too easily. As I was working the knots, I kept feeling Grayson’s sperm seeping out of my butt hole. I kinda wished Grayson and Buddy weren’t there so I could drink up the sperm that was left over in the mug without being judged.
Finally, Buddy seemed to be satisfied that Grayson couldn’t escape. Then, he surprised me again by taking out another rope.
“Straddle him, princess,” he ordered.
So I sat on Grayson’s lap, face to face with him, one leg on each side of him, as Buddy used the rope to tie me up as well. He positioned my hole and Grayson’s dick so that Grayson’s semi-hard member was again positioned right at the opening of my hole.
“Sit on his dick,” Buddy commanded me. I needed to hold Grayson’s dick with one hand to really do this right, but since my hands were both tied up, I got it up there as best as I could under the circumstances, though it wasn’t as far up there as I would have preferred.
Well, this was awkward. I was tied to my boss, right at eye level, with his dick up my ass. Not that I was complaining!
“Well, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you guys,” Buddy announced while taking another swig of vodka. “Just so you know, by the time you guys get out of here, I’ll be long gone.”
“Fine. Can you just leave now?” I asked, thrilled that I would never see this scumbag again.
“One more thing,” said Buddy. “I want to see you guys kiss. And not a peck on the cheek. I want to see you kiss on the lips, a deep kiss, the way lovers kiss.”
To my absolute shock, Grayson didn’t hesitate for even a moment! He placed his lips on mine and gave me the most sensual kiss. It lasted for quite a while, before he closed his lips and pulled slightly away. He met my gaze, turned his head slightly, and kissed me again, this time sticking his tongue in my mouth. I felt myself blushing. I let myself be vulnerable as Grayson showed me how truly passionate he could be, kissing me again and again. I thought I felt affection pass from his lips to mine.
A fuck was one thing.
But to be kissed like this… Maybe he had some kind of feelings for me, hidden deep down? Perhaps even love?
By the time Grayson stopped kissing me, Buddy was already gone. The knots were tied incredibly tight, and there was really no way we could untie them. If we pulled enough, we might break the chair, which would free us, but we might also tip the chair and end up on the ground.
I was worried for a minute that Buddy was going to rat me out before he left. I was grateful he hadn’t. Maybe he wasn’t that crazy after all?
It was an awkward silence as we sat together naked, pressed up against each other.
Grayson was still hard up my ass, thus preventing any more of his cum from leaking out for the moment. It had been leaking for a while, but there was still plenty up there. He had seriously shot a lot up there, and deep.
“So do I get a raise now?” I finally said, hoping that cracking a joke would break the silence.
Grayson chuckled a little at this.
“Thank you, Grayson,” I said. “That was a really big sacrifice you made for me.”
But something seemed to be troubling Grayson all of a sudden. Something was going on in his head. Maybe he was figuring out how to free us?
“I’m so stupid,” he shook his head. “How did I not catch that?” he asked.
“What do you mean, Grayson?” I had no idea what he was talking about.
“How did you know his name was Buddy, Nathaniel?” he asked.
“Huh?” I said, snapping my head up.
“I didn’t even catch it when you said it, but I was just going over it again in my mind. You called the gunman by his name. When he punched me, you said, ‘Buddy, stop it. He has children.’ I can remember it so clearly. I can hear you saying it in my head. How did you know his name was Buddy?”
Uh. Oh.
“I was probably just saying buddy, like ‘hey buddy,’” I lied.
Grayson looked deep into my soul. This was not the kind of man you could get away with lying to. He had a certain gravitas.
“I can’t believe I missed it. You knew his name. You knew the jerk’s name! Tell me the truth, Nathaniel,” he said, as a father would say to a lying child. He repeated the question, “How did you know that his name was Buddy?”
“I don’t know, Grayson, I must have heard you say it. I don’t even remember saying Buddy.”
“No, I didn’t say it, because I couldn’t remember his name until I heard you say it. I only met him once, and it was months ago. Stop lying to me, Nathaniel. Answer me. How did you know his name was Buddy?”
“I didn’t even say that, Grayson! I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My voice seemed weirdly high-pitched.
“You’re lying!” he raised his voice. “You set this all up, didn’t you? That’s why you kept telling me to cooperate with him. Am I wrong?”
I didn’t know what to say. It was useless to lie to him, but if I told the truth, the only man I had ever truly loved was going to hate me for the rest of my life. Not to mention the fact that he could fire me or even send me to jail. This was the worst mess I’d ever gotten myself into.
Grayson had now lost his erection, and a particularly big gloop of his sperm oozed out of my ass.
“You set this all up for him to force me to have sex with you,” Grayson said, taking pain to enunciate the righteous indignation on the word sex. “I would catch you gazing at me sometimes. I thought it was just a small attraction or harmless crush. But you wanted this for a long time and planned to make it happen. And now I broke my vows because of you. No more lies, Nathaniel. I deserve to know the truth. I just want to hear you admit it.”
I began to cry again, tears streaming down my cheeks. Had to deny, deny, deny.
“Grayson, I’ve just been through the same hell that you went through! Why are you accusing me? We are both just lucky to be alive. Please, stop saying I did that. It hurts to think you would believe I could do something so horrible.”
Grayson bore his eyes into me, his face all tensed up.
“There was no way you could have known his name was Buddy, Nathaniel. I didn’t say his name all night, and neither did he.” Grayson’s jaw looked so square and manly when he was mad. Even though the man probably wanted to kill me right now, I was extremely attracted to him. “Don’t insult my intelligence. I’ll at least have some respect for you if you own up to what you did.”
I shook my head again. I looked at the clock again. 7:10.
People wouldn’t come into the office until Monday at 7:00 AM. This was going to be a long weekend tied up naked with Grayson, who now probably hated me. But I just couldn’t say the words to him. So we sat in silence for a long time.
After a while, my neck started to get tired, so I repositioned myself so that my head was resting on Grayson’s shoulder. Awkward.
He spoke to me again, now in a softer voice.
“I know you’re afraid. I’m not going to hate you, Nathaniel. I’m angry at you for what you did, but maybe I can find it in my heart to forgive you. But first, you need to own up to what you did, and you need to explain to me why you did it.”
That he could even broach the topic of forgiveness was astounding to me. I sure as hell didn’t deserve it. He was obviously a true believer in turning the other cheek. That was such a remarkable quality, it made me want to weep. I continued to sit in silence.
Hopefully Buddy was en route to Central America by now, because otherwise I could be fucked if Grayson went to the police with what he suspected.
“You got me held up at gunpoint and you forced me to have sex with you. That’s pretty serious. But believe it or not, I can forgive that. Because I’m not without sin myself.” He tightened his lips, looking aside. I wondered what he was talking about. “What I cannot forgive is you lying to my face about it.”
Grayson placed such a high value on honesty. It made him so peculiar and arrogant, but even more attractive to me. If Grayson was truly my soulmate, then I couldn’t start a relationship with him based on lies. I had to come out and tell him the truth. Hopefully, we could talk about it like adults. Maybe he would see the blemishes on my soul and still love me anyway, even in spite of them? Maybe I would make a more exciting companion for him than a perfect religious Stepford wife like the one he had. He was virtuous enough for the both of us. I could offer him what she couldn’t: a consistently great fuck with an unrepetant slut who absolutely loved to be fucked by him as often as he could get interested.
Finally, I gave up.
“It’s true, Grayson. I paid Buddy to pull the gun on us and force you to have sex with me. I’m so sorry,” I said, feeling a wave of cold fear. I even closed my eyes, so as not to see his face.
“Oh, Nathaniel,” he said, sounding so gravely disappointed. Hearing the disappointment in his voice made my heart fall. It crushed me worse than anything had ever crushed me before in my life. I had spent the past 6 years getting fucked by straight men like it was some kind of strange game. Now I finally found a man I loved, and he would never love me back.
I slowly opened my eyes. He was looking at me with… a soft face. Wow, how could that be?
“I forgive you, Nathaniel,” he said plainly. “But what I want to know is why.”
Yes, I could talk about that, for sure. As long as he did not hate me…
“I love you, Grayson.” I confessed, fixing my eyes on him. “I love everything about you, even if it came out in a seriously selfish way on my side. The whole crazy, sick situation. But I admire you. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life. You look like a Viking, you’re so incredibly confident, and you’re so genuinely kind to everyone. I love being around you. You make me happy. But I knew this was the only way you’d ever do it. I was just desperate to be close to you. But believe me. I regretted planning this the moment Buddy showed up. But it was too late to turn back.”
“What you described is not love, Nathaniel, it’s lust,” he explained in his fatherly voice. “You don’t put somebody you love in harm’s way like you just did to me.”
“I know. I’m so messed up. It was narcissistic and sick. I’m truly sorry, Grayson, but can I still hope you will forgive me one day?” I asked honestly, looking him in the eyes. “Please… you can’t tell me you didn’t feel what I felt tonight. I know you enjoyed being with me. I felt you come alive when you were inside of me. Tell me if I’m wrong!”
He looked aside. “I love my wife,” he said, avoiding the uncomfortable subject.
“I had the courage to admit the truth, Grayson. You owe me the same. Admit it. That was the best sex you’ve ever had. You loved it. I felt your affection when you kissed me. If you value the truth so much, you’ll at least have the guts to admit that to yourself,” I said in my very best wounded-bird voice.
“I enjoyed… having sex with you, Nathaniel. To be honest, I also noticed you before. Your energy and charm. There was something about you that drew me in. But…I can’t walk away from my family. You know that.”
My heart started to pound in my chest. Did he really notice me? Wow!
“I don’t need you to do that, Grayson. The man I fell in love with would never do that. I would never ask you to. All I would ask for is maybe to make love to you every now and then. I’d rather have the occasional love-making from you than a mediocre fuck everyday from anybody else.”
I took a deep breath. “You’re the one I want to be with now. But on your terms,” I said in a shaky voice. “You don’t have to give me an answer now, but… just think about it.” I never thought these words of love would come out of my mouth.
But Grayson had changed me. Did I see something in his eyes again? Warmth?
“Sweet Nathaniel,” he said, smiling. “Sweet, crazy, unique, rash… Nathaniel.”
That wasn’t exactly a no. Maybe he would slowly become convinced of the idea? As I always say… plant the seed, don’t beg too much, and let them come to you.
But I suddenly realized something.
All those years playing games with straight men I liked were behind me now. Those were the games of a child. I hoped I would have Grayson’s forgiveness, but there was also an honor component in all this… I actually wanted to be worthy of him and earn a place in his life. I believed that he was my soul mate. But I had to grow up to have a chance at a real, substantive relationship with him.
I just couldn’t go back to drawing men to me like flies into my web. It wasn’t tempting anymore. I couldn’t prance around in cute little outfits until they were wild with desire for me. After the intimacy I experienced with Grayson, that just wasn’t even going to work anymore.
It wasn’t just sex – I felt something with Grayson that I never felt with anybody else. He wasn’t all those other men. He was special. He deserved my respect.
I had this moment of clarity now, looking in his eyes.
I didn’t want to manipulate him. He was right: that wasn’t the way to treat somebody you love. I wanted him to genuinely want me. And maybe I would find an even greater, new form of self-respect and maturity if he decided that he wanted me without any of my trademark seduction tactics pushing him to that conclusion.
I had to have hope it would come to him naturally. With passing time.
He liked me even before the sex, and he admitted he liked the sex. Maybe he would yearn for me? Maybe we’d figure out some kind of way to make this all work.
As we were sitting there, so close to each other, I started to feel a bit calmer.
I just knew it. Grayson was the right person for me, of that I had no doubt. With his kindness and gentle spirit, Grayson was the man to finally break the cycle, and make me want to learn how to love.
I knew his situation as a married man would make that hard, but I could still have hope that he would find a way to make us work.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard voices in the hallway. Was Buddy back? No, it sounded like Tiffany, the perennially single fat girl of the office. And was that Craig’s voice, too?
“Just stay there, I’ll grab my keys from my desk, and then we can go back to my place,” Craig said as he opened the office door. Aha. Craig was so blue-balled by me that he was going to fuck Tiffany, since she was such an easy lay. He didn’t have very high standards, I guess.
Craig was shocked to discover me and Grayson tied together naked on an office chair, with Grayson still wearing cum-soaked argyle socks, a coffee mug still half-full of cum, and my cum-soaked sweater carelessly thrown on the floor.
Hopefully, Grayson could swear him to secrecy by offering him a bonus or something. But the upshot was that Grayson and I wouldn’t have to spend all weekend tied up like that. I wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing!
Thank you to Edey for proofreading.
