Drop and Give Me 50

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Chapter 20: Teatime

We shut off the water and toweled off. We were oddly quiet. After professing our horror at the roughness of the “10” video, we had just performed a throat fucking more brutal than anything we had seen in the last couple of weeks. The feeling was odd because I felt used, but then I also felt an overwhelming pride in what I was able to do, what I was able to endure, what I was able to relinquish to someone I cared about deeply. I’m the one who put his dick in my mouth. But he’s the one who turned it into a brutal fuck. I could have stopped him. I didn’t, and I didn’t want to. He could have asked. He didn’t, and he didn’t have to. Somehow, we knew all this instinctually.

Brent: I’m going to go make some hot tea.

Me: OK.

Brent: I’ll bring it in here. Just relax.

Me: Thanks.

I was propped up in bed. Brent brought in a tray with two mugs full of steaming tea.

Brent: It’s Chamomile. The box claims it is soothing. I also cut up some lemons and brought some honey.

Me: That might help with the emergence of my sore throat.

Brent: Sorry. I got a bit carried away.

Me: You did. But it’s nothing to be sorry about. I loved it. I hope you get carried away again in many different ways.

Brent: So, you’re not mad.

Me: Fuck no. That was hot. Intense. I little bit chokey. But hot! Wouldn’t change a thing. And look, I have a naked man bringing me hot tea in bed. What could be better?

Brent: I was worried. Not just for you, but that I seemingly got so carried away. You know, if I has done that to a girl, I would be behind bars right now.

Me: Remember the three-way from your dad’s porn collection? We both felt sorry for her. When we watched Dr. Grant, it was far more brutal, but you never once questioned the love and the bond between the two of them. I think that has something to do with the fact that it’s two guys. That girl endured that for a paycheck so men could watch that video and somehow believe chicks like that. She wasn’t very convincing. I like what you did to me. I hope you do it again. Not real soon. But eventually.

Brent: What if I told you I wouldn’t want you to do that to me?

Me: In the “10” video they did completely different things to each other based on what turned the other person on. If getting your throat fucked isn’t your cup of tea, so to speak, then let’s figure out what is. The other thing to remember is that I could have stopped you, and had I asked, you would have stopped. I didn’t. I didn’t want to. This whole issue with consent has turned sex into a contract. We didn’t have a written agreement going into that shower. I just wanted to make you feel good. Did it work?

Brent: Hell yeah it worked. Normally when I cum a second time like that it isn’t as powerful. But man, I put some major juice down your throat. I was fuckin’ turned on.

Me: Then I would say mission accomplished.

Brent: What can I do to return the favor?

Me: This. This right here. The fact that you made tea. The fact that you were concerned. The fact that this conversation pulls us closer together. The fact that every time over the next couple of days I swallow and feel a slight pain in my throat, I am going to be transported back to that moment when you pumped me so full of cum I almost choked. And I’m going to smile every time I think about it.

Brent: What’s going on here?

Me: I think we are figuring out it’s about more than just being horny.

Brent: Yeah, the showering part was pretty romantic. I’ve never even thought about doing that to another person. But I just wanted to touch you. Every part of you.

Me: When you were standing at the edge of the pool just staring at me, I realized I have never felt that way about another person, ever. You are just so beautiful to me.

Brent: When I went into the house to find lube, I was crazed with the idea of wanting you inside of me. I’ve been conditioned to think I should be inside of someone else, not the other way around. But I just needed that. I needed to have you in me. Does that sound strange?

Me: Not strange. Maybe a little bit gay!

Brent: Well. . . .you have a point.

We laughed hysterically at the absurdity of it all.

Brent: What do you say we get really kinky and curl up in these million thread-count sheets and just spoon each other all night?

Me: You’re a deranged sex maniac.