Wild Man
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
Randy stretched out on the couch, legs thrown over one armrest, phone in his hand. Ezra’s scent still lingered on him, fresh, enticing. It was a mixture of masculine sweat and something uniquely Mediterranean: rich and faintly spiced. The memory of Ezra under his hands was vivid enough to quicken his pulse.
Smiling to himself, Randy thumbed open Sean’s contact, suddenly eager to share his good fortune. Sean had always understood the difference between a meaningless hookup and something worth pursuing. He typed quickly:
You awake?
Sean’s response appeared almost immediately. Barely. What’s up?
Randy could practically hear the sleepy irritation in his voice. His lips curled into a smug grin. Found myself a hot new piece of ass.
A short pause. Randy could picture Sean rolling his eyes, half-annoyed, half-curious. Finally, his reply flashed back, playful but demanding. Details. Now.
Randy laughed quietly, sinking deeper into the cushions. Sean knew how rare it was for anyone to hold his interest beyond a single night, and Randy was more than happy to brag a little. He tapped out his response slowly, savoring the details himself as he shared them.
His name’s Ezra. Gorgeous doesn’t even begin to describe it—tan, dark hair, perfect Mediterranean features. Body like a fucking sculpture, Sean. He's exactly my type.
Another short pause, followed by Sean’s response, now clearly more awake. Holy shit. Good for you, man. Is he just pretty, or...?
Randy smirked at the question. Sean understood exactly what mattered most. Looks were easy to come by. Submission was the real prize. He chose his words carefully, fingers almost trembling with excitement.
He’s perfect, Sean. Total natural submissive. He does every single thing I tell him without a second thought. No hesitation. No questions. It’s like obedience is wired into him.
Sean’s reply came fast this time, enthusiasm clear even through text. Damn, Randy. Sounds like you finally found your unicorn. About fucking time.
Randy chuckled. Sean’s approval made his discovery feel even more significant. It reinforced his own belief that Ezra wasn’t just another temporary fix. He might actually be what he’d been searching for.
You have no idea, Randy typed back, enjoying the heat that crept up his spine as he remembered Ezra’s mouth around him, the eager look in his eyes as he knelt at Randy’s feet. This boy might ruin me for everyone else.
Sean replied with a laughing emoji, clearly amused but supportive. Be careful. Or don’t. Keep me updated. I want pics too, if you’re feeling generous.
Randy smirked, shaking his head at the request. Maybe. I’ll definitely keep you posted.
Better, Sean shot back quickly, followed by another laughing emoji. Can’t wait to hear more. Congrats, Randy.
Randy set the phone aside, exhaling slowly as he stared at the ceiling. Sean’s excitement echoed his own, magnifying it. Ezra had somehow wormed his way under his skin faster than he’d anticipated, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it.
His cock stirred insistently as he replayed their night together in his mind. He couldn’t wait to have Ezra beneath him again, his submission his to savor.
This wasn’t just fun. This was addictive.
The next few days blurred together. Classes became background noise, lectures something to sit through until Randy’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He had never been the type to obsessively check his messages, but Ezra had changed that. Each notification was a quick hit of adrenaline, anticipation curling through him every time Ezra’s name flashed across the screen.
Ezra kept things playful and casual, his texts mostly a string of flirty, surface-level praise. It wasn't deep, but it didn't need to be. Ezra knew how to keep Randy interested, dangling just enough bait to keep him eager without revealing too much of himself. Randy wasn’t complaining.
Still thinking about you inside me, Ezra messaged one afternoon during a particularly dull lecture. Randy’s fingers tightened around the edges of his phone, and he shifted slightly in his seat.
He typed back quickly, smiling to himself. Glad I left an impression.
Ezra’s response was almost immediate, teasing in its simplicity. More than an impression. Might need a refresher soon.
Heat prickled along the back of Randy’s neck, and he glanced around the lecture hall. No one noticed him. They were all absorbed in their own boredom or frantic note-taking. He was safe to indulge, at least a little.
Careful what you wish for, he replied.
Ezra’s messages were always bold. He never held back or played shy. It was a refreshing change from guys who tried too hard to fake disinterest or seem coy. Ezra’s directness matched Randy’s own, and each text felt like another small victory, another step deeper into the hold Ezra had on him.
One evening, as Randy lounged on the couch again, Ezra messaged without preamble, Miss the way you taste. Need you again soon.
Randy chuckled quietly, thumbing back his response without hesitation. You know where to find me.
Ezra sent back a wink emoji. Counting on it.
It was easy to get caught up in their casual exchanges. Ezra knew exactly which buttons to push, dropping sexual hints with perfect timing, always keeping Randy just a little bit hungry for more. Randy found himself lost in thoughts of Ezra, replaying their night together over and over, his body reacting instantly to each memory.
Ezra seemed to know exactly when to strike, sending another teasing message just as Randy’s focus started to drift. Can’t stop thinking about your cock. Need you to use me again soon.
Randy smirked to himself, fingers hovering over the screen for just a second before he typed his reply. Maybe if you’re good.
Ezra responded quickly, playful defiance clear even through the screen. I’m always good.
Debatable, Randy shot back.
Ezra’s response made Randy laugh out loud, alone in his apartment. Guess you’ll have to teach me better next time.
Every exchange tightened Ezra’s hold on Randy’s thoughts. Ezra wasn't just another pretty face, though he certainly had that covered. He was addictive. Everything about him—the confidence, the ease, the directness—had wormed its way beneath Randy’s skin.
It wasn’t love or anything close to it, but it was powerful. Desire had never been hard for Randy, but this kind of obsession was new, thrilling, and dangerous in ways he couldn’t fully explain.
All he knew was that he couldn’t wait for their next encounter, and the casual flirting was quickly becoming not enough. He needed more. He needed Ezra.
By the time Friday rolled around, casual texting wasn’t enough. Randy needed to see Ezra again, not just on his phone screen. As he left his last lecture of the afternoon, he paused outside the hall and thumbed open their message thread.
Coffee date tomorrow? Randy typed out quickly, hesitating only briefly before hitting send.
Ezra usually replied instantly, each message sparking a fresh jolt of anticipation. Now, nothing. Randy lingered for a moment, eyes fixed on the quiet screen. Maybe Ezra was busy. Maybe he’d misread something. A thread of doubt tightened around his chest as the minutes ticked by without a response.
He forced himself to pocket the phone and head home, trying not to overthink it. Still, each quiet vibration drew his gaze downward, only to realize it wasn’t Ezra. Anxiety crept in, unfamiliar and unwelcome.
It wasn’t until later that evening, sprawled out restlessly on his couch again, that his phone finally buzzed with Ezra’s name on the screen. Relief surged through him as he opened the message quickly.
Can’t do coffee. Busy tomorrow afternoon.
His stomach sank. Randy hadn’t expected disappointment to sting this much. But before he could dwell on it, another message appeared immediately after.
Can swing by in the evening though. Ride your cock like a wild man.
A laugh escaped his lips, soft and genuine, easing the knot in his chest. Coffee would’ve been nice, but Ezra’s blunt alternative was just as appealing—maybe more. Randy typed back without hesitation, smile lingering.
Works for me. Bring that attitude with you.
Ezra replied with a devil emoji, the tension from before now fully replaced by eager anticipation. The vague rejection didn’t matter as much as the clear promise of what the night held. Randy made a mental note to revisit the coffee date idea later, but for now, he was excited.
The rest of Friday evening passed quickly, his thoughts fixated on Saturday. Ezra was a drug he’d quickly grown addicted to, and each encounter left him craving another hit. Just the thought of Ezra coming over again made heat pulse beneath his skin.
Sleep didn’t come easily that night, his mind too busy imagining everything he’d do to Ezra tomorrow. Ezra had found a way to get under his skin faster than anyone before him, and even his brief hesitation earlier couldn’t dull Randy’s excitement.
Saturday stretched endlessly until evening finally arrived. Every hour felt impossibly slow, anticipation tightening inside him with every glance at the clock. Randy busied himself with meaningless tasks, distracting himself as best he could. Ezra's casual refusal of the coffee date lingered in the back of his mind, but the promise of his body against Randy’s outweighed everything else.
When his phone buzzed again, Ezra’s name flashing brightly on the screen, Randy’s pulse leapt.
On my way. Hope you're ready.
His fingers flew quickly over the keys, a grin spreading wide.
Always.
Ezra replied instantly.
Better be. I’m starving for it.
Ezra barely made it through the door before Randy had him pinned to the wall. His breath caught sharply as Randy’s fingers wrapped around his wrists, holding them above his head. Ezra’s mouth was hot and willing beneath his, lips parting eagerly as Randy’s tongue claimed him. He pressed his hips forward, letting Ezra feel how much he’d missed him.
“Someone’s impatient,” Ezra murmured against his mouth, a playful challenge in his eyes.
“Quiet,” Randy ordered softly, tightening his grip around Ezra’s wrists. “You’ll speak when I let you.”
Ezra’s dark eyes widened, then filled with something close to awe. He nodded quickly, obediently, the cocky grin fading into submission. A thrill raced down Randy’s spine at how easily he fell into his role. His free hand moved to grip Ezra’s chin firmly, tilting his head back until his throat was exposed.
“Open,” Randy commanded.
Ezra’s lips parted instantly, gaze locked on Randy’s. He leaned in closer, spitting deliberately into Ezra’s open mouth. Ezra swallowed without hesitation, eyes glittering with desire.
“Good boy,” Randy praised him roughly, watching the flush spread across his cheeks.
Randy released his wrists, stepping back just enough to pull off his shirt. Ezra stood motionless, waiting for his next instruction, his breathing rapid and uneven. Randy gestured to the floor, a silent command, and Ezra sank immediately to his knees. The sight sent heat surging through Randy’s veins, desire pooling low in his gut.
“Beg,” he told him calmly, his voice hardening slightly.
Ezra looked up at him from his place on the floor, beautifully submissive. “Please let me lick your ass,” he murmured, voice full of genuine longing.
Randy hadn’t expected Ezra to beg for that, but he wasn’t going to turn down the offer.
He stepped closer, turning his back and tugging down his pants slowly, making Ezra wait, savoring his quiet desperation. “Since you asked so nicely,” he said finally, spreading himself open just enough to give him access.
Ezra didn’t hesitate. His tongue moved immediately between Randy’s cheeks, hot and eager as he licked thoroughly. Randy’s head dropped forward slightly, pleasure building steadily as Ezra worked to please him. He moaned softly, clearly enjoying the act as much as Randy was. His hands gripped Randy’s thighs, anchoring himself as he pushed his tongue deeper, determined to impress.
“That’s it,” Randy encouraged him roughly, “show me how badly you want it.”
He responded by tightening his grip on Randy’s legs, his tongue swirling expertly, determined and hungry. Randy reached back, burying a hand in Ezra’s thick hair, holding him firmly in place as he ground himself against Ezra’s eager mouth. Ezra groaned appreciatively, the vibrations sending another rush of heat straight to Randy’s cock.
When Randy had had enough, he pulled him away sharply, turning to face him. Ezra’s lips were wet and swollen, eyes glazed with lust as he stared up expectantly.
“Stand up,” Randy commanded, his voice steady and authoritative.
Ezra rose instantly, chest heaving with anticipation. Randy grabbed his face roughly again, forcing his mouth open with his thumb.
“You look like such a filthy slut right now,” Randy growled, voice dripping with disdain. “What do I mean, ‘look like’?”
Ezra stared up at Randy, eyes wide with desire, lips parted and wet from Randy’s rough handling. Randy’s thumb pressed firmly into Ezra’s mouth, forcing it open further as Ezra obediently accepted the intrusion, tongue sliding softly along Randy’s thumb without hesitation.
“You’d do anything I asked, wouldn’t you?” Randy growled, voice low with satisfaction as Ezra nodded eagerly, eyes glazed and submissive.
“Yes, Sir,” Ezra whispered around Randy’s thumb, his voice shaking with barely restrained eagerness.
Randy smiled darkly, pulling his thumb free and gripping Ezra by the jaw, tilting his face upward to meet his gaze fully. “You’re a bad boy, Ezra,” he said calmly, the words cutting through the heated silence of the room.
Ezra’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion, his lips moving silently as though trying to form a response he couldn’t quite find.
“You don’t even know what you did wrong, do you?” Randy continued softly, his voice dripping with mock disappointment.
Ezra hesitated, genuine uncertainty flickering across his features. “I… I don’t, Sir.”
Randy’s smile widened, satisfaction clear in his eyes as he released Ezra’s jaw and guided him firmly toward the bed, bending him face-down across its surface. “You skipped our coffee date,” Randy said casually, running his palm possessively along the curve of Ezra’s exposed ass. “Did you think you’d get away with ignoring my request without punishment?”
Ezra shivered visibly beneath Randy’s touch, realization dawning as he murmured an apology. “I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t—”
Randy silenced him with a firm smack to his ass, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet room. Ezra jolted, a quiet gasp escaping him at the sudden sting. Randy’s palm landed again, harder this time, making Ezra’s breath hitch.
“You won’t what, Ezra?” Randy asked calmly, hand poised to deliver another strike.
“I won’t skip again, Sir,” Ezra whispered desperately, squirming slightly as the next slap landed, sharper than before, leaving his skin flushed pink.
“Good,” Randy praised gently, rubbing soothing circles over the heated flesh. “Because I won’t tolerate disobedience. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Ezra responded immediately, his voice filled with sincere submission and remorse.
Satisfied, Randy leaned forward, pressing his lips close to Ezra’s ear, his voice a seductive whisper. “Now, are you ready to show me how sorry you really are?”
“Yes, Sir. Anything,” Ezra begged softly, arching his back invitingly against Randy’s touch.
Randy smiled darkly, stepping away briefly to retrieve the lube from his nightstand. He returned quickly, drizzling some onto his fingers before pressing them firmly against Ezra’s entrance. Ezra tensed momentarily, then relaxed beneath Randy’s careful touch, moaning softly as Randy began to work his fingers inside him.
“You like that, Ezra?” Randy murmured, pushing deeper, spreading him open slowly and thoroughly.
“Yes, Sir,” Ezra gasped, pressing his hips back eagerly to meet Randy’s thrusting fingers. “Please, I need you inside me.”
Randy withdrew his fingers abruptly, smirking at Ezra’s disappointed groan. “You don’t get to rush me,” he said calmly, positioning himself behind Ezra and gripping his hips firmly, lining himself up slowly at Ezra’s prepared entrance. He pressed forward, sliding into Ezra’s tight heat, savoring the way Ezra’s body yielded completely beneath him.
As Randy buried himself fully inside Ezra, one hand reached beneath to grip Ezra’s balls firmly—just tight enough to assert dominance, making Ezra whimper beautifully in response.
Randy tightened his grip slightly, eliciting another sharp gasp from Ezra. He held Ezra firmly but carefully, just enough pressure to keep him aware of Randy’s absolute control without causing serious pain. Ezra trembled beneath him, fully open, completely surrendered.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Randy murmured roughly into Ezra’s ear, his voice thick with lust. “Knowing you belong to me like this, knowing I could do whatever I wanted.”
Ezra moaned softly, nodding desperately into the mattress. “Yes, Sir. Please. Use me.”
Randy didn’t wait for further invitation. He began to move steadily inside Ezra, hips rolling rhythmically, each thrust deliberate and deep. Ezra’s body welcomed him eagerly, each movement accompanied by a soft whimper of pleasure that drove Randy wild.
“You take it so fucking well,” Randy praised darkly, his voice laced with dominance. “Like you were born to be filled by my cock.”
Ezra shuddered at Randy’s words, his hands clutching the sheets tightly as Randy continued to fuck him relentlessly. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through Ezra’s body, igniting nerves, overwhelming him completely.
Randy leaned forward again, teeth grazing lightly against Ezra’s shoulder. “Tell me how much you love this,” he commanded quietly.
Ezra whimpered in pleasure, gasping out his response. “I love it, Sir. I love being used by you. I need it—need you to own me like this.”
The raw desperation in Ezra’s voice sent Randy’s pulse racing. He thrust harder, faster, pushing Ezra closer to the edge. His hand still cupped Ezra’s balls, keeping the pressure steady and unyielding, forcing Ezra’s pleasure to remain entirely under Randy’s control.
“Then come for me,” Randy growled sharply, his voice harsh with lust. “Show me how good it feels to surrender completely.”
Ezra obeyed immediately, reaching for his cock and stroking it furiously. It didn’t take more than a few seconds. Ezra flew over the edge quickly, tensing as his orgasm crashed through him without much effort. Randy felt Ezra’s muscles clench around him, his submission complete and beautiful, exactly as Randy had imagined. Ezra trembled uncontrollably beneath Randy, waves of pleasure leaving him breathless and spent.
Randy’s own climax hit seconds later, overpowering him with intense heat. He pushed deeply into Ezra, flooding him completely, groaning roughly as his body shuddered with release. They remained connected for a long, breathless moment, both struggling to catch their breath, bodies slick with sweat, pleasure still rippling through them.
Slowly, Randy released Ezra’s balls and gently withdrew himself, watching the way Ezra’s body slumped with exhaustion and satisfaction onto the bed. A deep sense of fulfillment washed over Randy as he admired Ezra’s flushed skin, his perfect submission.
“You were incredible,” Randy said quietly, his voice gentle and sincere as he reached out, running a soothing hand along Ezra’s spine. “Exactly what I needed tonight.”
Ezra turned slightly, smiling softly back at Randy as he tried to catch his breath. “Glad you enjoyed yourself,” he murmured, already starting to shift away slightly, pulling himself up from the bed.
Randy reached out, gently catching Ezra’s wrist before he could move further.
“Stay a bit longer,” Randy suggested softly, meeting Ezra’s gaze with sincerity. “Maybe we can talk? I’d like to spend more time with you.”
Ezra hesitated for just a moment, offering Randy a small, ambiguous smile. “I’d love to but I can’t. Work is killing me. But we’ll figure something out.”
Ezra dressed quickly, tossing his shirt over his shoulder as he bent to retrieve his socks from where they’d landed beside the bed. His movements were loose, unhurried, clearly still riding the high of good sex. Randy watched him with quiet satisfaction, leaning back on his elbows, skin still warm, body humming with leftover adrenaline.
“Shower?” Randy offered casually, nodding toward the bathroom.
Ezra shook his head, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. “Nah, I’ll clean up at home. I’ve got an early morning.”
Randy nodded. He wasn’t ready for the night to end, but he wasn’t going to push. Ezra had come over, let himself be used exactly the way Randy liked: obedient, eager, filthy in the best possible way. That was more than enough for now.
As Ezra slipped his phone into his pocket and adjusted his waistband, Randy sat up a little straighter. “Hey,” he said, “we should actually do that coffee sometime.”
Ezra paused for a half second, then gave a little shrug. “I’ll let you know. Kinda slammed next week. Text me, stud.”
Randy smiled, already imagining their next encounter. “Cool. Or hit me up when you’re free.”
“I will,” Ezra said, already at the door. He looked back briefly, that lazy smirk on his face. “You’re dangerous, by the way.”
Randy grinned. “So are you.”
Ezra pulled the door open, tossed him a quick wave and a smile full of white teeth, and disappeared into the hallway.
Randy sat there for a few seconds, grinning to himself. The sheets were still warm where Ezra had been. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and flopped back on the bed, stretching out with a satisfied sigh.
No drama. No weirdness. Just a killer night with a guy who clearly couldn’t get enough of him.
He unlocked his phone and opened their message thread again, re-reading a few of Ezra’s texts from earlier that day. Each one made his smile widen just a bit more.
Randy tossed the phone onto the pillow beside him, arms folded behind his head.
This thing was getting interesting.
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