“You come after to my place?”
“Sure, I brought some old clothes that can be destroyed, so I am ready.”
I looked at him playfully. He realized how that could be taken and just laughed at me.
“You and your sick mind, Ross.”
“You thought it also,” I winked at him.
“Maybe,” he looked at me with a grin.
What a fucking tease!
What followed was the first actual argument I had with this man, and it was scary. The coldness that radiated from him, the sheer power in his voice. I felt cornered, and he never even raised his voice. But I am not the one to bow my head and refuse the fight when I see one. So we went full-on with it. No screaming, just argument after argument, comment after comment, until both of us were fuming with hatred toward the other.
"I think you ...
"Yeah, but who do you call when you feel down?"
"Usually some guy," I winked at him.
"So, with whom do you go somewhere to talk about stuff that bothers you?"
"Do people still do that after a certain age?"
"Some fortunate ones."
I rubbed my nose in his hair and smelled their scent. This would be so much easier if I kept my feelings in check. He looked like he was contemplating something within himself while watching me. Then he leaned in and kissed me with the softest kiss ever. I brushed my lips on him after he left them, begging for more.
I was sensitive, and my whole body was aching. The ropes were cutting my wrists, my legs were shaking from being high in one position, and my hole felt like it’d been ripped apart. Yet, the weirdest thing was that I liked it. How much I've missed this feeling. I buried this longing for thrill and pain deep, and now it surfaced more intensely than ever in my life!
He leaned over me and kissed my lips tenderly.
"Breathe slowly, baby. ...
"Try not to stare at me the whole time, or I might get the idea you want a rematch. And I am dying to sink into a hot muscle pussy." I bit his earlobe lightly and flicked my tongue on it. He turned to me with an angry and defiant look. I wasn't buying that, as I could see him twitching when I was saying that. I returned the stare for a little bit, just a few inches from his face. Then I smiled, showing my white teeth before leaving him standing ...
I was sad and frustrated. Ashley is coming in three hours!
“Clean yourself properly, boy. I need you badly.” My voice was deep with pain and anger.
“With pleasure, sir.” Did he try to tell me he understood that I would fuck him rough and hard and that we wished to take it? I hope I understood his answer correctly cos I need my vengeance and to fucking hate-fuck him now.
I went to him and kissed him, trying to force him into the door frame when he yanked my hair down, and I, with a scream, knelt before him.
"What the fuck?!"
"Manners, baby."
"You love it when I fight you."
"Yes, I do. Still, I have different plans now, so turn off that hunter's attitude. You are now the prey. The sooner you accept it, the less it will hurt."
"Maybe I like it to hurt."
“Richard. Let’s do this right. I want to have you too.” He looked into my eyes like he was sending a message I didn’t get yet. Then I got it.
“Are you sure?” I asked
“Are you? His beautiful, caring eyes looked at me like I was the most beautiful being in his sight. I loved it.
“Ok, Nathaniel.” I kissed him
His eyes were like those of a lion's. Hunter, calm and relaxed, observing and stalking me as its prey. Now I knew.
"Matt. I would destroy you. I told you I am not a gentle lover. I fuck. I fuck hard and ruthlessly. I let guys stronger than you are, leave in tears, and I don't think our professional relationship could withstand that."
"What if exactly that is what I want?"
What the fuck did I just do?!" I heard my voice in the empty room. Yes, I vividly remember how hot that was, how aroused I had been the whole time, and how hard I came. But this wasn't anything I thought I could ever do! What is even more confusing is that being with Natasha doesn't feel right anymore...
The horny suit-bitch was Karl's fiance. This was just the best revenge I could think of. And no one can sue me for it!
I looked at him the way I stare at my prey. His need to look at me was now stronger than his will. Check.
“You want me to meet your friends?” He looked at me, shocked, but he seemed happy
“Well yeah. It's a bunch of settled gays, but they are amazing.”
“How are you going to introduce me?”
“I don’t know. We can figure it out on the way.”
“Who will be there?”
“Ben with his husband and Sheila and Courtney with her wife and Brian.”
“So, your college gang?”
“Yeah. It’s Ben’s birthday today."
"I think you know what I am trying to do, Thomas."
He reached and touched the side of my neck.
"Are you sure, Matt? I am not usually a gentle lover."
He squeezed harder as if to give me a taste of what I was getting myself into. Fuck, my cock just leaked the first blob of precum into my briefs, and I was never more aware of it than I was just now!
I held him close and felt him trailing me with his nose, sometimes kissing lightly, but mostly we were enjoying the closeness, the sheer presence of one another.
After a while, we got ready and went for a run. All morning went mainly in warm silence as if the wrong word could destroy the fragile balance of our illusion.
"How would you like to spend the day?" he asked
"Don't play with me, Thomas." I was getting tenser under his gaze. He had this soft smirk and stoic gaze that felt like it was ripping through my soul.
"Am I playing with you?"
"I think you may." I tried to get him to stop without explicitly telling him that the way he was staring at me was making me hard, and that made me uncomfortable.
"Would you like that?"
Would I? Fuck. Stop getting harder!
Nate felt like trying pet play, and I gladly obliged. But he looked so hot in that rope collar I just had to tie him up and fuck him good while his wife called.
There were a few moments when I remembered the time when I was jerking off to the idea of him watching me stroking my cock.
That deep stern look he can give to a person sometimes. The memory of that thrill it gave me back then made me repeat that from time to time.
I realized after a few days that my time in the shower often ended with this image in my head and my hand furiously jerking my dick.
N: There is a restroom next to the stairwell. It's usually empty in the morning. What time are you usually in the office?
O: 9 o'clock, Sir
N: Be there at 7:30, cum-dump
N: I will breed that pussy tomorrow, and you will keep it there until 6, when I will fill you again.
I helped him up and turned his chest to the tree trunk, and his bubble-muscled ass was looking at me with need. Fuck how much I needed to fuck him now! I was so frustrated and angry at how fucked up our situation was that I felt the need for redemption. I originally wanted to make love to him here. Nothing would be more perfect. But realizing he is a borrowed goods made me bitter about it.
Natasha is not happy I finally found someone, but the first day with Thomas proved Dora was right. However... I don't know... There is just something about him that draws my attention every time he's near.
Nate is slowly growing on me and I have a hard time accepting it. He pushes on my hard build barriers and I myself don't know how deep am I able to let him go.
Do you know the days when NOTHING goes well? Yes, those when you get fired from a job because you gently reminded your asshole boss he can go fuck himself and not bother your friend?
And then your luck laughs at you when a posh stuck-up suit fuck thinks he is not intimidated by you.
You will go into that meeting room now. You will bend over the table and wait for me. I will bring lube and a condom, and as I walk in and lock the door, you will not move. You will not turn around and let me use that cum-dump as I see fit. I will then leave. You will not know my face, and I won’t need to know yours. If this just made you hard, write “Yes, sir.”
I stood up from the desk and went to open it. There stood the most beautiful man I ever saw. I know it sounds cheesy calling a gay man the beautiful one, but I haven't even meant it sexually. Just his features looked sculpted. His brown hair was short and slightly longer in the front. The way they were styled created the illusion of an angular jaw with high cheekbones.
Nate and I talk more about all this. As we both take some time to breathe, this fucking cheater starts to work out right in front of me, dressed only in a jock strap and smile...
He better know what he's doing!
2. Chapter - New day in old nightmare
Nate should lock the door and I am getting frustrated over everything in this damn house, thankfully there is friend I can call to help.
1. Chapter - Welcome back "home" - For those who care my name is Rick. I am tall, sometimes intimidating top. I had my issues with my homophobic family since I came out. My sister in general hated me for “ruining my family”. So neither of us is trilled at first, that I needed during pandemic to come live to our house, where she resides with her tall hot husband.