Cerebral Bisexual (No Longer)
by Billy Burrew
He lay stock still, muscular arms and thick
athletic legs pulled up to the top of the bed and secured with
nearly unbreakable extra duty nylon ties. His shallow breathing
devolved into a faint, barely audible muttering of what seemed
to have become his new personal mantra. "Please! Please!
Please!" His cock, 8 inches or so of thick warm flesh,
stood fully, almost painfully erect; its base secured snugly
with a 6 snap cockring that caused the veins to stand out in
marvelous relief against his white flesh. It throbbed, lightly,
bobbing in time with each "please" like a vein-filled
conductor's wand.
His name is Chris Niktie. He's not an uncommon
type of guy in today's world. You probably know a guy just like
him. He's a local college student. He's about six feet tall,
with a fairly muscled chest and arms, a tapered waist and thick,
muscular legs brought about through many years of running, rowing,
biking, and lifting among other exercises. He's outgoing, gregarious
and charming. He enjoys art films, dancing, coffee shops, and
bookstores. He's fairly popular at his college, pursuing any
and all females that show interest in him, and oftentimes some
that don't.
The first time I met him, he was dancing
shirtless at the local gay bar with a group of his friends,
grinding his khaki-covered pelvis up against the ass of one
of the many shirtless twinks that were dancing close to him.
I was afraid he might wear a hole in the crotch of his khakis
before the song ended.
What?!? I hear you say? Why would a good-looking
guy that aggressively dates females left and right be doing
shirtless, sweaty and grinding against another man in a gay
bar? Simple. He's there for the ego stroke. You see, he's the
ultimate prize/tease to the gay men that frequent the club.
He's unattainable, and being unattainable just serves to increase
his popularity.
I admit that I myself am guilty of feeding
that ego that very first night at the club. I was standing outside
the door, shivering in the cold when he stepped out, still shirtless
and sweaty, carrying a water bottle and shaking his head to
cool down. I was transfixed as I watched the cold January air
begin to evaporate the sweat off his body, the steam rising
up in barely visible whitish plumes.
Noticing that I was watching him, he approached
me and introduced himself. He began chatting amicably as I tried
in vain not to stare too hard or too obviously at his rapidly
hardening nipples, his tight abs or the neat treasure trail
of hair that led from below his belly button and disappeared
inside his well packed khakis. Apparently, I wasn't doing a
good job of discreetly cruising him because he smiled a knowing
smile at me and took a long sip of his water, pulling the bottle
away from his lips at the last second and letting the water
cascade around down his chin, neck, chest and stomach.
Sounds like a scene from a soft core porno
movie, right? Well, as I stared, enthralled at this rather well-orchestrated
accidental water spillage, the realization hit me that I had
unwittingly bought into the act. What's worse, is that I couldn't
have looked away, even if my life depended on it. Keep in mind
that I've been an avowed gay man for nearly a decade now and
I'm still astonished that getting up close to a hot looking
male body is all it takes to turn most gay men into single-minded
sex-addled goobs. It's like magic, only much more predictable.
Thus began my acquaintance with Chris. I
learned more and more about him as the weeks passed and I saw
him out and about at the gay clubs. (He tended to go dancing
at gay clubs more often than most of the gay men in the area.
Go figure, huh?)
One night, he explained to me that he was
a "cerebral bisexual." He went on to say that he could
wrap his mind around the concept of hooking up with another
guy, but couldn't get much cooperation from his body when trying
to turn the "having sex with a guy" concept into reality.
Apparently, he had once tried to hook up with a guy and found
that his body wouldn't get excited enough to perform. Of course,
keeping with the mindset of a lot of other curious guys his
age, he thought of himself as a top only, intoning that it's
experimenting to fuck a guy, but queer to get fucked by one.
Yeah. There's enough denile (sic) in that mindset to drown a
caravan of camels, but if that's the material by which his particular
glass house is constructed, who am I to throw stones?
Our friendship jumped up yet another level
when he landed himself a job working with me at the club as
a bouncer. Every Friday, we'd close up after last call and go
grab a late night bite at a local diner, or stop at the Waffle
House and talk about the club-goers, the night, the music, or
whatever incidents occurred at the club.
Eventually, the club shut down its gay night
(yeah, some lame excuse about their not being enough people
coming out weekly to support the night.) My friendship with
Chris remained, though we saw each other not nearly as frequently
as we had when we'd work together each Friday night. When we
did manage to get together, we'd watch movies at my place or
go out to the theater to see something, then talk a bit about
what was happening in our lives, then he'd head back to his
dorm.
Our visits became less and less frequent
through the latter part of the year, til Christmas came and
his classes were over, his classmates gone home for the break.
We spent a nice few days hanging out over the break and he excitedly
told me all about a new girl he was seeing, he seemed rather
sure of this one, talking like a lovestruck teenage, which,
now that I think of it, was exactly what he was at the time.
When the holidays ended, my visits with Chris
went back to being few and infrequent, and I had begun to suspect
that I had become what I had termed a "backup friend"
for him. I was the one he called when everyone else had bailed
on him. I kind of understood it though, being nearly a decade
older than he was, hanging out with me, a 30-something gay guy
was probably not nearly as much fun for him as it was for me,
hanging out with a hunky 20 year old straight guy.
One warm Saturday night in March, I decided,
against all good reason and sense, to go out to the local gay
club. I had thought, at the time that it would be something
fun to do. I used to enjoy going out to clubs in DC when I was
living there and thought I might go out and have as good a time
as I used to. When I got to the bar, however, I realized that
going out alone to a gay club when one doesn't really like to
dance; then having to stay sober enough to drive back home is
not fun at all, in fact, it's positively the most boring thing
one can do short of watching paint dry. As I stood there at
the bar, nursing a bourbon and ginger ale, I heard a familiar
voice call my name and turned to see a shirtless, sweaty Chris
running up to me.
"Hey! I thought I saw you standing over
here. I'm glad you're here, I want you to come meet my girlfriend."
Inwardly I winced, not entirely unshocked
that he would have the balls to bring a straight girl in which
he seemed to be seriously romantically interested into a gay
bar to watch him dance shirtless with a group of amorous gay
men. Now I thought to myself that this would probably go one
of two ways, she'd either be shocked, jealous and pissed off,
or she'd be too completely gobsmacked that he would actually
bring her out to a gay club to get jealous and pissed off right
away. In all likelihood, she was probably going to end up being
jealous and pissed off, it was just a matter of divining the
time and place for it to happen.
Chris led me through the crowd of dancing
half naked twinks to a corner, where stood a petite girl, with
mid-length brown hair and a fairly athletic looking body. She
smiled as she saw Chris, then smiled even wider as she saw me
following behind him. The big smile made me nervous. Most chicks
don't look at a gay man who technically might be considered
competition for the affection of her boyfriend and smile widely.
Most of the time, they tend to morph into contestants from the
Jerry Springer show and begin screaming at the encroaching gay
man, telling him to "Get your hands off my man!"
Chris, ahead of me by a few feet, leaned
over and pecked his girlfriend on the lips, turned quickly and
began introducing us. My first impression of Gloria was that
she was nice, as far as girls went. She was pretty, nay beautiful,
which is probably what attracted Chris in the first place. Chris
seemed to like women who made good arm decorations for him in
public. They weren't always the sharpest tool in the shed, but
as long as they looked good and weren't too high maintenance,
he kept them around for a while.
After talking for a while, Chris grabbed
my drink and Gloria's and headed off to the bar to get refills
for us both. As he left, an odd, tense silence descended and
we stood side by side, swaying lightly to the music as the stream
of twinks walking to and from the dancefloor flowed around us
like water around stones.
Chris returned, handing us our fresh drinks
and then quickly heading off onto the dancefloor alone, wading
through the crowd to get up onto to the dance blocks in the
middle of the dancefloor. As we watched him grab the pelvis
of the twink in front of him and grind himself into it, Gloria
leaned over to me and giggled. "Like...sometimes I think
he's really gay and I'm just his cover story. What do you think?
Like am I his beard?"
I leaned down, bringing my mouth to her ear
level and smiled. "He's told me he was unable to get into
male on male sex physically, but I think he just needs the right
guy to lay him down and fuck him til he screams. I think, somewhere,
deep down, he really wants to be the bitch. Pardon the expression."
Gloria threw her head back and laughed heartily.
"Yes! Yes! I think you're right! Like, I think that's exactly
what he needs. Like he's a nice guy, but I think he's a bit..."
"Confused?" I finished for her,
and she shook her head a bit.
"Self-deluded" she said, finding
what she thought was a better term for her boyfriend. "Like...I
think he needs someone he knows, say a friend like you, to give
him what he really needs."
I snorted. "No. He needs someone like
one of those guys he's dancing with to give him that. I don't
quite fit his standards."
Gloria shook her head, "Like..what is
this, the low self-esteem corner? I knew all about you before
we even met. He talks about you more than he talks about anyone
else he knows. It's always something you said, or something
the two of you talked about or did. He thinks very highly of
you."
I nodded. "So why would I want to possibly
ruin a good friendship like that? I like Chris, and yeah, I
think he's beautiful and fuckable. But why risk trying to take
it a step further and messing it all up?"
Gloria smiled. "If you cared for him
as a friend, you'd do this. Why let him continue to delude himself?"
"Maybe he doesn't want to be enlightened?
Ever think of that?"
She snorted, "Like, if he didn't want
enlightenment, he wouldn't hang out with gay men and dance half
naked in gay bars. Like...I know you're not that naive."
I shrugged as she shook her head and continued.
"Like...How about if he thought it was all my idea. That
it was me who convinced you to do this? That I told him that
if you didn't do it, I'd go find someone else to do it to him.
Maybe someone who isn't such a good friend, someone who wouldn't
be as....careful with him as you would. Would you do it then?
What would you have to lose then?"
I stopped to think about it, sorting it out
in my head. What did I have to lose? Friendship with a guy who
viewed me as a back-up friend? Even if she made him believe
it was her idea, would I be forgiven for playing along? Did
I want to risk it?
I looked up and saw Chris in a deep liplock
with some young, muscular blond twink that was pressed against
him dancing and felt a wave jealousy pass through me.
'Yeah!' I thought jealously, 'I'd risk it.
Why shouldn't it be me? Better it be me than have her really
go after some guy he doesn't know to do this sort of thing to
him.'
"Allright. I'm game" I said, turning
my gaze back to Gloria and smiling sardonically, "I'll
do it." I exaggerated a martyr-like pose and placed the
back of my hand to my forehead, sighing deeply, "I'll just
have to take one for the team."
Gloria snorted in her drink. "Tonight
then? Like...I've got something in my bag that will make him...um...a
little more malleable."
My eyebrows shot up. "Oh? You've got
a rubber mallet in there that you're going poleax him with?"
Gloria shook her head made a disgusted sound.
"No smartass. I have a little pill that I'm going to, like,
put into his water bottle. It'll knock him out long enough for
us to get him back to your place. Like, I assume you have something
we can restrain him with once we get there?"
I nodded. "I'm sure I can come up with
something."
She nodded and started off toward the bar.
"Good. Like...I'll go get the water bottle ready. Be back
in a second."
As I watched her walk, I realized how much
I hated people that always said the word "like" in
nearly every damn sentence! I pondered that for a few seconds,
shaking my head at her massacre of the english language, until
I felt a meaty arm drape around my shoulders.
"Well? What do you think?" Chris
said into my ear.
"I'm not a good judge of female character."
I said noncommittally, then thought to myself, 'But if I were
you, I'd run the fuck away from her as fast as possible.'
"C'mon! Tell me what you really think
of her. I told her all about you. She seemed really anxious
to meet you."
I looked at him for a second and smiled.
"You could do worse, I suppose." As I said this, some
images of the women he could have done worse with passed through
my mind, Medusa, Typhoid Mary, Lizzie Borden, Laura Bush. Yeah.
In truth, he could have done much, much worse.
Chris smiled as Gloria joined us once again,
handing Chris a water bottle and me a drink. I smiled sweetly
and decided it was probably in my best interest to not drink
anything she gave me. If she was willing to spike her boyfriend's
drink, heaven only knows what the fuck she would put in mine.
Chris, on the other hand, shotgunned his water bottle and, minutes
later, was leaning so heavily on me that my knees began to give
out.
"I think it's working." I groaned
to Gloria as she helped me to half-carry, half-drag the body
of her now somewhat comatose boyfriend out to the car. I popped
the back gate of the station wagon open, thanking the powers-that-be
that I had driven the wagon tonight, and we lowered Chris's
semiconscious body down into the back deck and covered him up
with the small blanket I kept there.
"Follow my car back to town." I
said to Gloria as I dropped her off where Chris had parked the
car they had taken to the bar.
The ride back to town was uneventful, punctuated
by odd noises from Chris as he was tossed around the back deck
of the wagon. We pulled into the parking spaces in front of
my condo and I popped the back deck of the wagon open. I had
begun to try to lift Chris out when Gloria appeared and gave
me a hand. Once safely ensconced in the downstairs bedroom,
I left Gloria to undress Chris while I searched for the nylon
ties that I had gotten when I had gone through an s/m sex stage
back in the mid-90's. I also grabbed a large bottle of lube
and a few other toys that would make for some fun. By the time
I got back to the bedroom, Chris was laying on the bed, naked,
his one hand resting between his pecs and the other lightly
cupping himself. I stopped and looked at him, letting my eyes
memorize each curve and detail. Have you ever noticed that some
people are just too fucking beautiful...they're even sexy when
they're semi-unconscious. I know for a fact that I'd look like
shit if the situation were reversed, and I was the one laying
semi-unconscious and naked on the bed. .
I heard water running in the bathroom and
assumed Gloria was freshening up after the club. I sat down
on the bed beside Chris, lightly taking each of his arms and
fastening the fleece-lined cuffs to them, then pulling them
up to the top of the bed and fastening them securely to the
frame of the bed with nylon restraints. I did the same to his
legs, then left an additional pair of restraints up by his head
for later use to support his legs during the actual intercourse.
Chris moaned lightly as I ran my hand down his neck and over
his pecs, pausing to lightly rub and pinch each nipple. I saw
that his dick also began to respond, filling up incrementally
with blood the more I played with his chest. Gloria opened the
door and came out to the bedroom. I stood up and began to put
the toys and lube on the nightstand next to the bed within easy
reach.
After I was finished with that, I took some
shorts and a T-shirt into the bathroom to change out of the
clothes I had worn to the club. I figured that if I was going
to possibly have a long session of somewhat coercive sex with
one of my friends tonight, I should probably at least get into
some comfortable attire. As I partially closed the door, I watched
Gloria begin to lightly and repeatedly slap Chris's face until
he grunted in protest and opened his eyes. It was then that
he realized that he was immobilized and, after a few seconds
of what I considered to be futile struggling, Gloria grabbed
him by the balls and he immediately went still. After a few
seconds of terse silence, Gloria informed Chris of what he had
to look forward to tonight, namely that she had long thought
he was gay and tonight she had found a guy who was willing to
well and truly fuck him, and that it was for his own good.
Chris, not surprisingly, freaked. Whatever
struggling he had attempted before was nothing compared to what
he was doing now, and I had begun to wonder if the bedframe
that I had tied him down to would be able to sustain much more
of his struggling. He then decided that he should start yelling,
though Gloria had thought ahead on that one and shoved his underwear
into his mouth and secured it behind his head with one of the
extra nylon ties I had laid on the nightstand.
Chris, now only able to grunt loudly and
pull at his restraints, did so for the next few minutes, until
finally, his body, muscles tense and overtaxed, gave out and
he lay breathing loudly through his nose. Gloria got up into
his face and cooed at him. As I opened the bathroom door, Gloria
smiled sinsterly and asked him if he could guess who she had
gotten to fuck him tonight. His eyes went small and he looked
angry as he shook his head. She turned to me and motioned me
forward, into his line of sight. When Chris saw me, his face
brightened momentarily until he shook his head and closed his
eyes. Gloria undid his gag and pulled out his underwear.
"I can't believe you're doing this Gloria!"
he said as he opened his eyes. "What did you have to do
to get him to help you? I don't think he'd have helped you do
this on his own."
Gloria laughed, and her laughter began to
grate on my nerves like fingernails down a chalkboard. "I
told him that if he didn't help, that I'd just make sure I said
something to you about him, something that would insure that
you and he didn't see each other anymore. I told him that if
he didn't do it, I'd get someone else, someone maybe less trustful,
less caring about your safety tonight. You should be proud of
him, he's doing this because he actually cares for you."
"You're a bitch, Gloria, you know that?"
Chris snapped.
Gloria smirked, "Yeah. I know. But then,
you're going to be the bitch tonight, baby. So we'll be even
then, won't we?"
Chris growled and pulled on his restraints
with all his might, causing the muscles in his arms, legs, chest
and abs to contract and stand out magnificently against his
skin. I watched as Gloria grabbed him roughly by the nuts again
and began to squeeze them in her hand. Chris gasped and his
body went instantly limp. As he squeezed his nuts, he began
to breathe quickly and shallowly, almost hyperventilating from
the pain.
"No more of that, or I'll make it so
you'll be singing alto for the rest of your life?"
Chris moaned lightly and nodded as she released
his testicles from her grip.
Gloria turned to me and nodded, sneering
slightly. "OK. He's all yours, go to work."
I walked over to the bedside table and picked
up the bottle of lube, then leaned over Chris's face, placing
my lips next to his ear.
"I won't mind if you need to close your
eyes to try to make a virtue of necessity, Chris." I whispered,
then placed a light kiss on his neck below the ear. That feather
light kiss brought forth a gasp from his lips and caused his
whole body to shudder involuntarily. Apparently, Chris had an
erogenous zone there. I tried not to smile as I filed that fact
away for future reference.
Gloria's eyes widened at Chris' reaction
and she laughed lightly, filling the relative silence of the
room. "Wow! You are good!"
I looked at her and felt my eyes begin to
lose their warmth, turning cold and unfriendly. "Sit down
and shut it, Gloria. If I wanted color commentary, I'd have
hired Howard Cosell."
Gloria sank slowly into the chair by the
foot of the bed and she spread her legs wide, exposing the absence
of underwear beneath her skirt. She watched, entranced, and
began to finger herself as the action on the bed progressed.
She was out of sight for me, and that's what was important.
The last thing I'd need to see now is her fingering herself
and getting off to me fucking her boyfriend. He and I would
both wind up in therapy after this was all over, albeit for
differing reasons.
I bent back down to Chris and began to lick
a trail from his neck to his nipples, stopping there a while
to nibble each one, until both were hard as pointy as pencil
erasers. Chris began to groan and I was pleased to notice that
he was enjoying the sensations without having to close his eyes
and pretend it was someone else. I then began to move slowly
down, trailing my tongue down his stomach and across the dip
in his abs. Chris's breath caught and hissed slowly out as I
ran my tongue around his bellybutton and down the trail of hair
that led to his pubes. I pulled back and noticed that Chris
was really responding to my stimulus. I reached over and grabbed
a small bottle off the nightstand and popped the top off it.
I squeezed a few drops of the liquid onto my index finger and
spread the cream over Chris's nipples, rubbing it in well. He
tensed up as I finished with both nipples and I placed the bottle
back on the nightstand. I smiled down at him and then leaned
over his chest, taking a deep breath and blowing a cool breath
of air over each nipple.
Chris moaned and his chest bucked up off
the bed. "Unnnngh! What the fuck is that?"
I smiled at him. "Trade secret."
I blew a few more times on his nipples and
watched him writhe around on the bed, his chest bucking up and
his breathing becoming ragged.
I moved back down to his lower regions, smiling
lightly as I watched his dick throb, the tip slapping lightly
against his abs. I ran a finger lightly down the length of it
and was rewarded with a long, low moan as Chris's hips thrust
upwards off the bed, as if trying to press his cock into my
hand.
I grabbed Chris's ankle and unclipped the
tie that held his ankle bound to the foot of the bed. I moved
the fleece-lined restraint up from his ankle to the bend of
his knee and then reattached it I pulled his leg up, bending
it at the knee until the top of his thigh nearly touched his
stomach. I reattached the restraint the to one of the two extra
nylon ties at the top of the bed. I repeated that with the other
leg. I saw Chris swallow loudly and nervously as I finished
with the second leg, totally leaving his ass bare and open for
me. Chris's eyes were wide as he turned his head, watching me
as I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of
lubricant and one of the smaller toys.
I knelt between his legs and grabbed hold
of his cock. He moaned as I dripped a long line of lubricant
down the length of the shaft, then pulled it away from his stomach
and began to slowly stroke it. As I stroked his cock with one
hand, I used the other lightly run my fingers over his now-exposed
rosebud. Chris tensed, then shuddered and began to moan louder
with each touch.
I looked up into his eyes and was surprised
to see the fear nearly gone from his face, replaced by a look
of pure lust and need. I lowered my head over his cock and breathed
on it, looking up to see his eyes widen.
"Do you want me to do this?"
Chris moaned and thrust his hips up, but
I pulled my head back and asked again.
"Is this what you want, Chris?"
Chris nodded vigorously.
"I need to hear you say it, Chris."
I said, running a finger over the head of his cock and watching
him inhale sharply.
"I....I....I want you to." Chris
stuttered quietly.
"Want me to what, Chris? Say it!"
I smirked, running my thumb back and forth over the slit on
his cock.
"I want you to...want you to suck me."
I smiled and trailed my tongue from the base
of his cock to its head, then swirled it around the head a few
times.
"Is that what you wanted Chris?"
I said, teasing him.
Chris bit his lower lip, holding back a moan.
"More." he whispered.
"More, Chris?" I said, making a
mockery of the question.
"I want you to suck my dick! Don't lick
it, suck it!" he said loudly.
I smiled, and then opened my mouth and took
him in, bobbing rapidly up and down on his length and smiling
as much as I could with his dick in my mouth when Chris cried
out as the sensations overwhelmed him.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK YEAH! SUCK IT! OH FUCK!"
Chris yelled, and I contemplated putting the gag back into his
mouth probably not for the first time that night. I should have
figured him to be a real screamer in the sack.
I continued to suck his dick, running my
tongue around the head, and putting a twisting motion in to
contemplate the up and down motion. It seemed to work. Chris
was oozing pre-cum like a faucet and screaming and moaning at
the top of his lungs.
Having his dick in my mouth freed up both
hands and so I took advantage of that to poured a generous amount
of lube onto my hand and let it warm up a little. I rubbed it
along his rosebud, caressing and massaging it as I sucked him
until I felt his dick begin to thicken slightly as he neared
orgasm. I took his balls in one hand and pulled my mouth off
his dick. Chris moaned in frustration, having been so close
to release.
I watched and waited until Chris's penis
lost some of its hardness and I reached onto the nightstand
and took the leather snap cockring and fastened it snugly around
his dick. The ring immediately began to do its job and the veins
in his penis began to stand out dramatically. I used a little
more lube to slicken up his cock and, with just a few strokes,
stood proudly back at attention, fully erect.
I looked deep into Chris's eyes as I slowly
put my index finger inside of him. He gasped as he felt the
intruder and I felt his sphincter snap shut around it. I smiled
at him and murmured, "Well, there's no debating that you're
a virgin down here, eh? I think you're trying to amputate my
finger at the knuckle with your sphincter muscle."
Chris's anxiety melted away for a little
bit and he struggled not to smile.
Once he had become accustomed to one finger,
I began pistoning in and out of his ass and slowly stroke Chris's
dick. The dual stimulus were overwhelming and he was soon writhing
in pleasure on the bed. Just as cautiously, I added a second
finger to his ass, and Chris groaned, then his breath caught
as the longer finger in his asshole nudged his prostate. Chris's
eyes bulged as I ran my fingers back and forth over his prostate,
the pressure of the strokes gently stimulating it.
"Oh! Fuck! What the hell is that?"
he gasped.
I smiled, "That is the reason men willingly
get fucked." I added a third finger and began to ring his
prostate like a bell. Chris's gasps turned into whimpers of
delight and soon his whole body was twitching as he lay grinding
his ass onto my fingers. .
I watched as a glob of pre-cum oozed forth
from the tip of his dick and I slowly began to remove my fingers
one at a time. Chris whimpered as I pulled out the last finger
from his asshole.
"Why the fuck don't you finish me?"
he yelled, his face turning red.
"Are you in a hurry? Do you have somewhere
to be?" I teased him.
"No. NO! It's not that at all. It's
just that you don't have to stop. I can cum more than once in
a night." Chris said, his face more red now from embarrassment
than from anger.
I smiled at him and then picked up the vibrator
from the nightstand. "Allright then. Let's go for round
one, your first hands free orgasm."
Chris looked puzzled at my words and I dripped
some lube on the tip of the slightly bent vibrator and slowly
inserted it into his hole. Chris sighed as he felt it bump into
his prostate.
"Feels good, huh?" I asked, knowing
that what I was about to do would make it a whole lot better.
"Yeah." Chris nodded.
I switched the vibrator onto it's lowest
setting and watched bemusedly as Chris's eyes nearly popped
out their sockets. His body bowed upwards as a loud moan that
bordered on a scream exited his mouth.
"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
I watched Chris's dick throb and slap noisily
against his stomach, oozing out a long puddle of pre-cum onto
his abs as they crunched and uncrunched, trying in vain to thrust
his pelvis upwards.
I looked into Chris's eyes and took hold
of the vibrator, twisting it slightly inside of him a bit, just
before turning it to it's next highest setting. Chris's eyes
began to roll back in his head and he let loose a long invective,
swearing loudly from the mind-blowing pleasure the toy was bringing
to his prostate. I smiled and decided that I'd let him go long
enough, so I reached down and switched it to max. Chris's entire
body tensed up, every muscle pulling taut and rigid as the first
wave of his orgasm fell upon him. I watched, stunned, as Chris's
dick began to fire forth its first load of the night. The first
two shots shooting far over his head, past the headboard and
hitting the wall behind with a audible 'splat'. The next two
shots hitting the headboard, and the last four covering his
face and chest with thick, white pearly liquid. Chris nearly
screamed as I grabbed his cock and began to slowly milk the
last drops of cum out of it.
"Ughhh UGHHH! Sensitive! Ughh!"
"Quiet! Ride the wave of the pleasure.
Let it wash over you, but not overwhelm you!" I kept stroking
as Chris groaned and thrust upwards feebly, his eyes still rolled
back in his head, showing only whites for more than a minute.
After I stopped stroking him, Chris watched
as I slowly lapped up the cum off his chest, neck and cheeks.
I smiled at him and then pressed my lips to his, surprised when
my kiss was answered with great fervor, and I felt his tongue
probing my mouth, gathering up the taste of his own seed.
I pulled back and watched Chris relax. I
stood up and smiled down at him. "I have a bit of a surprise
for you, Chris."
Chris groaned, "This whole thing isn't
enough? What's next, an at-home vasectomy?"
I smiled, amused by his rather wry humor.
Not many guys have the chutzpuh to crack a joke when they're
naked and trussed up like a Thankgiving turkey. "No. Gloria's
going to come over here and help you out now, for a while. I'm
going to go get us all something to drink."
I turned and smiled at Gloria who looked
a bit surprised at the announcement I had just made. I motioned
her up and she walked to the bedside. I unhooked Chris's legs
from the top of the bed, letting them fall freely to the ground.
I grabbed her by the waist and told her to straddle Chris's
face. I watched as Chris's cock leapt back to half erection
as Gloria lowered herself down on his face. Gloria began to
moan as Chris's tongue began to work in and out of her. I grabbed
Gloria's wrists and secured them to the headboard, thus assuring
that she wouldn't get up while I was getting us refreshments.
As I got off the bed, I smiled and grabbed up a second smaller
finger vibe from the nightstand, lubed it up, and then reached
down and quickly inserted it into Gloria's asshole. This was
about the closest I'd ever gotten to having sex with a woman,
thought I doubt she appreciated the length I had just gone through
in touching her naked form. Up to that point in my life, I'd
have run screaming out to the sink to scrub my hand and arm
with disinfectant soap and scalding hot water. Gloria began
to protest the vibrator until I turned it on to its maximum
setting. I made my way to the door and her complaints had vanished
into a sea of whimpering and moaning as the vibrator and Chris's
tongue worked their magic.
I nipped down to the kitchen and grabbed
a few glasses from the cupboard, filling each with some Gatorade.
I separated one glass, Chris's glass, from the others. I opened
the cupboard and pulled out a prescription bottle and popped
the cap. I took out one of the small blue pills and used a pill
grinder to grind it up to a fine powder, then I dumped it into
his glass and mixed it in. It dissolved instantly and I took
all three glasses back up the stairs to the bedroom.
When I opened the bedroom door, I was met
with what I believe was the last of a series of loud, orgasmic
screams from Gloria. Her head was thrown back and her mouth
was open wide and she was panting between yelps. I figure she
was having an orgasm or she was having a heart attack. Not being
a doctor, nor ever having had sex with women, I wouldn't have
been able to tell either way, unless she dropped over dead.
I untied Gloria from the bed and gave her
one of the unspiked glasses of Gatorade. As she toddled off
to the bathroom, I took the spiked glass of Gatorade and put
it on the nightstand, then grabbed a towel, wet it with some
warm, soapy water and wiped Gloria's juices off Chris's face.
I tried not to look as if seeing her juices on Chris's face
iccked me out, but apparently something must have shown on my
face because Chris was smiling and giggling as he watched me
gingerly clean him up. I took the glass of Gatorade and tipped
his head forward, allowing him to drink it all down. He smiled
and thanked me for the drink. HA! If only he knew!
I looked at the alarm clock and noted the
time, realizing that the Viagra I had just given him would take
a little time to kick in, and then the night's entertainment
would really start in earnest.
I slowly untied the tie of my long shorts
and began to slowly pull them down, when I realized my captive
audience of one was staring, showing an undeniable interest
at what lay beneath my shorts. I made a show of slowly pulling
my shorts down my legs and then step out of them as they puddled
around my feet. Chris's eyes were locked onto to the bulge of
my package so I smiled and grabbed hold of it through my jockeys.
"See something you like?"
Chris blushed and looked away for a second.
I smiled as I watched his eyes snap back to my crotch not a
minute later.
"I think you do see something that's
piqued your interest, haven't you, Chris? You want some of this?"
I asked innocently, rubbing the cotton as it pressed over the
long tube of my shaft.
Chris's face flushed a dark red and I smiled
as I put a hand inside my underwear and wrapped my fingers around
the length my semi-hard dick. Chris's breath hitched as he watched,
unblinking at the outline of my fingers through the cotton as
I began slowly running my fingers up and around the head of
my cock. I moaned lightly and noted that Chris's erection was
standing tall and throbbing full again. I got up on the bed
and began to straddle his face. I came to rest just as the tip
of my bulge lay just out of reach of his lips. I wasn't going
to force this on him completely, I thought, if he wants this,
he can stretch his neck a little to get it.
I looked down into Chris's eyes just before
they closed and his head leaned forward, covering the short
distance to my jockey covered cock. I gasped as Chris opened
his mouth and began to slobber, lick and suck on the bulge nestled
in my underwear, covering my cotton covered prick in the warm
wash of his saliva.
"Oh...that's good Chris. Real good.
You sure you've never done this before?" I said, smiling
down at him at he noshed on my bone through the fabric. He mumbled
into my crotch and shook his head slightly. I pulled up and
felt his mouth pull away from the front of my now soaked underwear.
I grinned at Chris as he whimpered. "Wanna
try it again, this time without the underwear?"
Chris nodded slowly and I pulled my underwear
down and hooked it under my nuts, pulling the entire package
forward and making it jut out more impressively.
Chris groaned as I slowly straddled his face
once again, playfully taking my still slobbery cock and slapping
him on the cheeks with it.
"Open wide, Chris." Chris opened
his mouth wide, anxious for more of what he had just tasted.
"Good!" I smiled, "Now, stick
out your tongue and say ahhhh!"
Chris, looking dubious, did as I asked, and
groaned as I stroked my cock up and down the length of his tongue,
depositing a long line of pre-cum as I did so. Chris's tongue
disappeared back into his mouth and I smiled as I heard him
tasting the fluid I had just deposited.
"How's that taste, dude?" I asked,
reaching down and placing a hand at the back of his head, lifing
it up a bit and putting a small pillow under it.
Chris smacked his lips lightly, "A little
salty, a little sweet. I've tasted worse."
"Good" I said, pulling his head
up so that my dick was lined up with his mouth. "Let's
see how well you suck." I pushed the length of my cock
into Chris's mouth, smiling as I felt him tense as it nudged
the back of his throat. Chris looked up at me, his eyes wide.
"Well? Get on it, man. Suck it!"
I said, more a command than a request. Chris's head began to
pivot back and forth causing my cock to slide nearly out of
his mouth, and then back almost the whole way in again. I closed
my eyes and reached down to touch Chris's chest, running a hand
across his meaty pec and slowly pinching and twisting his nipple.
Chris's chest bucked up under me and he began to moan softly
around my dick, the vibrations causing me to shake and moan
myself. Chris's eyes twinkled then and I saw his head begin
to bob on my cock faster and faster yet. I pulled out of his
mouth just before he could pull me over the edge, then moved
my pelvis up a bit further, placing my ballsac into his hot
and waiting mouth.
For a guy who had limited experience sucking
dick, Chris was doing an excellent job, rolling my balls slowly
in his mouth, causing me to gasp and shiver in delight. I pulled
my balls away from his mouth and he moaned.
"Cerebral bisexual, eh?" I smiled
down at him as Glora giggled from her chair behind me at the
foot of the bed. "I think you need to come out of the closet.
Not many straight guys can suck dick like that."
Chris's face broke out into a sheepish grin.
"I did tell you I tried this before, right?" I nodded
at him and he continued, " Well...I didn't give up til
I got it right with that guy."
That unexpected response made me laugh. "Lucky
boy! Ever been fucked before tonight, though?"
Chris shook his head. "Huh-uh. Sucking
is about as far as I got."
I nodded as I got up off his chest and slid
off the bed and began refastening his legs to the headboard,
smiling as his rock-hard dick slapped noisily off his abs. "If
you've liked what we've done so far, who knows, you might really
enjoy bottoming."
I reached over and grabbed the lube from
the nightstand and squeezed a large dollop out onto my fingers
in order to freshen Chris's hole up, fingering it slowly while
he squirmed and moaned lightly at the intruding fingers. I knelt
between his legs and positioned the tip of my dick at the entrance
to his hole. I grabbed hold of his dick with one hand and slowly
began to stroke him as I used the other hand to slowly guide
my cock into his hole.
Chris groaned, grunting at the larger width
of the new intruder. I slowly inched it in, a bit at a time,
til finally my pubes butted up against his balls and I felt
the front of my own nuts come to rest against his asscheeks.
I sighed at the tightness of his hole and smiled as I heard
Chris sigh in return.
"Well..you're no longer an anal virgin,
eh Chris?"
I looked at him and smiled, then pulled back,
til the head of my cock nearly came out of his ass, then slammed
my hips forward quickly, tearing a gasp from Chris's throat."
"Oh! Oh! Oh Shit!" Chris gasped
as I repeated the action and began to quicken my strokes on
his cock. "Unngh! Oh, Yeah! Faster!"
I grinned and complied, ratcheting up the
rhythm of my strokes, until Chris's moans and grunts turned
into yips and yelps of pleasure.
"If..." Chris stuttered, momentarily
left breathless from a particularly energetic stroke inwards.
"If you don't slow down, I'm gonna cum again."
I smiled evilly and poured on the steam,
pistoning in and out of his hole til sweat dripped down my chest
and I began to feel a burning in my hips and abs from the repetitive
motion. I smiled as I saw Chris's body looking nearly aglow
in a sheet of perspiration, his lower abs nearly covered in
a puddle of his pre-cum. Just as I thought my energy would give
out, Chris's body tensed up, his arms, legs, abs and back flexing
with enough power to literally lift him off the mattress as
his cock, sliding wetly in my grasp, began to spew cum like
a volcano. Chris screamed as his orgasm overtook him and I felt
his ass clamp down on my cock like a vice. I groaned and let
my load loose, coating his insides with my seed.
After Chris's asshole left loose of my now
softening dick, I leaned forward and looked into Chris's eyes.
"OK?" I asked, looking to see how
he had taken it. Chris nodded and leaned his head forward, pressing
his lips against my own.
"Better than OK. That was un-fucking-believable!"
he exclaimed, after the kiss.
I smiled and pulled back, grabbing the last
toy from the nightstand and spreading a light amount of lube
onto it and then opening up the controller to make sure that
the batteries were present and working. I looked up to see Chris's
face lined with concern.
"What the fuck is that?!?" he said,
indicating the metallic anal probe. I smiled deviously at him.
"Hmmm...maybe I'll tell ya...maybe I
won't." I teased, "I guarantee you'll get a charge
out of it one way or the other."
Chris groaned, "But...I don't think
I'll be able to...you know...get it going again."
I grinned and grabbed his still hard cock
and gave it a few tugs.
"Um....how the fuck is that possible?!?
This will be like....the third time...and it's not gone down
yet."
I grinned and decided to mess with him a
bit. "It's the gay sex thing. We can go all night and it
doesn't go limp afterwards like with straight sex."
Chris looked stunned. "Really?!?"
I nodded and tried not to smile. It worked
for only a few minutes before I broke up laughing.
"If you believe that, I also have some
oceanfront property in Arizona I'd like to sell you, too!"
Chris harrumphed and then nodded to his still
hard dick. "But how?!"
I smiled at him and shook my head. "Trade
secrets, buddy!"
Chris stuck out his lower lip and pouted
until I pressed the metal probe into his asshole. I pushed it
in the entire way and then moved him to the one side of the
bed so that I could lay beside him. Chris watched intently as
I took the controller and turned it on its lowest setting. Nothing
happened.
"Um...I think that might be a bit too
low...I don't feel anything." he said, apparently waiting
for something to happen.
I nodded at him and then leaned over the
side of his chest and took his nipple into my mouth and began
to suck and nibble on it lightly. Chris's head dropped back
and he moaned appreciatively. As I sucked and nibbled on his
tit, I switched the controller over into my right hand and used
my left to slowly begin to jerk him off again.
"Oh man...that feels so fuckin' good!"
Chris hissed as I rubbed my fingers over the still lubricated
head of his cock. "I can't believe I'm still fuckin' hard.
This is so intense!"
'Not as intense as this will be.' I thought
as I clicked the controller for the anal plug up a notch to
its next level. Chris's eyes popped open wide and his body tensed
up, arching his ass high off the bed as a deep gutteral moan
exited forth from his mouth.
"UUuuuuuugghhhhh!" he groaned hoarsely,
"Ohh...what.....what...is that? It's...ummmmmm....unnnnnnghhhh."
I grinned and pulled the power back down.
"It's intense, huh?"
Chris nodded, his throat working hard, swallowing
repeatedly. I pulled my head up, even with Chris's, still not
relinquishing my grasp on his cock, and kissed him again below
his ear, watching the reaction of the kiss break over him, causing
his body to quiver and his dick to twitch and throb. I leaned
in closely to his ear and began to whisper to him quietly as
I increased the speed and intensity of the stroking of his cock.
Chris's hips twitched slightly as he felt my hand corkscrew
up his shaft.
"So Chris. You seem to like this, don't
you? You like being the bitch, don't you? You do it like a fucking
pro, man. You should give up chicks altogether the way you take
getting fucked by guys, you're a born natural."
Chris began to breathe a bit harder, his
cock hard, throbbing and dripping once more in my hand as I
continued my dirty talk. I turned the controller back up a notch,
taking note that he was currently on level 2 of 4.
Chris groaned as the machine began to do
its magic inside of his guts. I leaned back down and escalated
my oral ministrations on Chris's nipples, letting up only after
both his nipples stood out, pinkish red; standing tall and proud
like tiny little eraser caps. I smiled as Chris began to moan
and thrust his hips forward once more. I leaned down and took
his nipple into my mouth as I cranked up the level of the probe.
Chris's hips shot forward, putting enough resistance on his
restraints that the bedframe began to creak ominously.
I smiled as Chris's body convulsed, then
slowly began to relax back to the prone position, "Feeling
tingly, eh?
Chris's inhaled sharply, drawing in breath
slowly through his teeth and creating a low hissing sound as
he struggled to to regain control of himself. He took several
deep breaths and felt the initial shock he had felt from the
pulsating electric current that resides inside his ass begin
to grow smaller and less intense.
I watched Chris pull himself back from a
3rd orgasm and smiled, leaning down and flicking my tongue across
his npples, then kissing upwards to his neck and finally his
lips. Chris moaned softly into my mouth and I grinned.
"You almost came again, didn't you?"
I asked mischeviously, whispering the words into his ear.
He nodded. "That was so intense I thought
that my nuts were gonna explode."
I grinned and licked my way down to Chris's
cock, lapping at the trickle of pre-cum that dribbled down the
shaft from the slit. Chris moaned as my mouth covered the head
of his cock and my tongue began to swipe back and forth over
his sensitive head.
I kept my mouth over his head for a while,
lapping up his seemingly unending supply of pre-cum. I swabbed
my tongue over the head of his dick once more before pushing
the probe up to max and pulling my head up off his dick. My
eyes widened in amazement as Chris's body spasmed upwards, the
muscles in his chest, abs, arms clenching so hard that they
looked like steel covered by skin. I saw his mouth opened in
a silent scream just as his dick began to shoot a third enormous
load up into the air. Four huge ribbons of cum splattered heavily
on his chest and stomach. I turned off the plug and slowly popped
it out of Chris's still-clenching hole, as he lay gasping, recovering
from his third intense orgasm of the night. I popped the restraints
off both his ankles, then licked the puddles of cum off his
chest and popped the two on his wrists. As I did, I leaned over
and kissed him lightly on the lips.
I heard rather than saw Gloria get up and
sit down on the side of the bed. "How did it feel to be
the bitch, Chris?"
Chris's eyes opened to slits and he glared
at Gloria.
"Whether I enjoyed it or not doesn't
excuse the fact that you drugged me and forced me to do this.
I don't want to see you anymore, Gloria. Not just tonight or
tomorrow, but for good.
Gloria smiled and shook her head, she leaned
down and pecked Chris on the lips. "Ungrateful bastard.
But watching you take it like the slutty bitch you are made
losing you as a boyfriend worth it."
Chris lay quietly on the bed, angry and stunned
at her duplicity. I looked down in his eyes and saw them begin
to mist up, and made up my own mind.
I grabbed Gloria by the wrist and elbow,
painfully pulling her up onto her tiptoes. She yelped as I toe-walked
her down the hall and out to the front door.
"Hey! What the fuck is your problem!?"
she yelled as I let her down to unlock the front door and open
it.
"My problem? You've got to be kidding
me?!? You can't possibly be that stupid!" I yelled back
at her, watching her turn red in the face.
"But this is what you wanted, wasn't
it. You wanted to fuck him....you got your wish!" Gloria
smirked at me, her smugness making me sorely question my commitment
to never hit a woman.
"No. You got your wish. What I got wasn't
what I thought it would be, it wasn't really what I wanted..."
I said as I opened the screen door.
"And what is that? Love?" Gloria
sneered. " Oh! Forget it! He'd never love you...hell...he
wouldn't have fucked you if he hadn't been tied down and desperate
to try it already. You really are pathetic, you know that. The
pair of you! I can't tell who is more pathetic, you for mooning
after him, or him for deluding himself as long as he di---"
Her sentence was cut off as my hand, working
in collusion with my arm against my brain's express wish to
preserve my history of non-violence against women, slapped her
hard across the face.
Gloria stood stunned, and thankfully silent.
She held her hand to her face, covering up the red, multi-fingered
shaped red welt that was rapidly forming.
"I think it's time you left. I'll call
you a cab. Go walk to the entrance to the condo community and
I'll have them pick you up there." I said, still shaking
with anger and shocked that I had let it get the better of me.
I closed the door and walked back to the
bedroom. Chris was pulling on his pants as I walked in.
"Um...I showed Gloria out."
Chris nodded and stood up, sliding into his
shoes. "I heard. Um. I better...uh...I better head out
too...it's late."
I nodded. "You're welcome to stay here
in the guest room, if you don't feel up to driving."
Chris looked up and shook his head. "Uh...thanks...I
just need to go somewhere....uh...somewhere not here."
"Yeah. OK. I understand." I said
quietly, looking up at him. "Um....I guess...well...Goodbye
Chris."
I turned and walked back down the hall and
upstairs to the other bedroom. I sat down on the bed and scrunched
my feet on the carpet. If you've ever seen the movie Die Hard,
it's true that it's really quite relaxing to just sit and scrunch
your toes through the fibers of a nice carpet. I stayed sitting
long enough to hear the front door open and close again, then
laid back on the pillows and turned off the light.
I saw Chris next, a few months later, when
I foolishly decided to go out and have a few drinks. I had just
picked up my second bourbon and ginger ale from the bar and
taken a sip from it when I felt a press of bodies from behind
me. I turned to get out of the way of the people behind me and
came face to face with a shirtless Chris, deeply in liplock
with a rather handsome looking guy. I stared for a second, then
cleared my throat and moved around them. As I passed by, I felt
Chris's hand on my crotch and I shook my head. I sighed as I
stepped back away from them, and Chris opened his eyes and saw
me. His face brightened for a second, then the crowd pressed
in front of me and I lost sight of him. I suddenly realized
that I had lost the desire to drink and I put my glass back
on the bar and walked out the front exit of the bar.
Twenty minutes later, I sat down, burger
and soda in hand, at the metal picnic table of a drive-up hamburger
joint I often frequented when I went out to the bars. The place
was a 5 minute walk from the bar and had really great, cheap
food, which was the best if you were trying to eat something
to sober up enough to get home, or were just in need of someplace
quiet and away from the bars. I took a drink of my soda and
looked at my burger, willing my appetite to come back. My stomach
was still knotted from seeing Chris at the bar, and I wasn't
even sure that I could keep down anything I ate.
"Ummm...if you're not gonna eat that
burger, can I have it?" I heard a familiar voice say from
behind me. I looked up and over my shoulder to see Chris standing
there, smiling down at me. I didn't know what to say...so I
pushed the hamburger down to the next seat at the table. Chris
sat down and looked at me.
"Why did you leave the bar?" he
asked, grabbing the burger and taking a bite out of it.
I shrugged and sighed, unsure of what to
say while at the same time, trying not to get sick.
Chris smiled. "Is it the same reason
you don't call me anymore?"
I just looked at him.
"Nobody told me that you had gone mute.
Was it having sex with me? Was it so good that it turned you
into a mute?" he said, grinning mischieviously.
I shook my head, "Nice to see that night
didn't inflate your already swollen ego."
"Ahh....he does talk!" Chris said,
jovially, then his face went sad and serious, "I....I really
missed you. Why didn't you call?"
I just shook my head. "Because you don't
need friends like me! Look where having friends like me got
you!"
I got up and Chris grabbed my arm and pulled
me back down. "Oh no! You just sit there! I'll tell you
when you can move!" he growled. "How dare you?!? How
dare you!?! Friends like you, indeed! If you hadn't agreed,
she would have gone to someone else that I didn't trust as much
as I trust you...someone who might have done something really
bad to me, someone that might have screwed up my whole life
by giving me a disease or something!"
I slammed my fist down on the table. "You
are so stupid! I did it because I was jealous! JEALOUS! Not
out of any noble aspirations! I did it because I looked up and
saw you kissing some guy on the dancefloor and it pissed me
off and made me jealous...because I've lusted after you from
the start and you'd never shown me even the least little interest.
If you think I did it with your best interests in mind, you're
just fooling yourself. I did it because I wanted you! I wanted
to make you want me, just that one time, in case I never got
another chance, I wanted that one time!"
Chris looked at me as I got up and threw
my drink in the trash and began walking back to where I parked
the car. I had scarely gone a block before I heard rapid footsteps
and felt an arm on my shoulder. "You say you want me like
it's a bad thing! You didn't hear me complain, did you? Maybe
what she got you to do to me is what it took to show me someone
that hadn't been on my radar before then."
I looked at Chris and kept walking.
"Maybe that night, I wanted you to make
me yours." he said from behind me. "Maybe I still
do."
I turned and looked at Chris and he closed
the distance between us and wrapped his arms around me tightly.
.
"What about Gloria, or that guy at the
bar you were playing tonsil hockey with...and what about your
"Bi-ness?""
Chris snorted. "Gloria! You've got to
be fuckin' kidding me! She's gone! The last time I saw her was
that night when I drove past her, she was waiting for a taxi
in by the road at the gates of your condo community.
"SHIT!" I said, giggling, "I
totally forgot to call her a cab!"
Chris laughed. "I'm sure she got home
OK. Thought that was a nasty handprint you left on her face."
I cringed, being reminded of my first episode
of "hitting a girl" since I was a kid in grade school.
"I couldn't help myself...she was saying some really hurtful
things...it just happened."
Chris nodded, "I can imagine....I wanted
to strangle her many times when we were together. As for that
guy. He and I...were just kissing. I kiss some of the guys I
dance with. I'm sure you remember."
I nodded as I realized that we had reached
my car. I keyed the door unlocked and looked up at him. "Chris.
I just don't know anything anymore. I just thought that when
you left that night, that would be the last time I talked to
you, maybe even the last time I saw you. This is a lot to digest."
Chris smiled. "Can I follow you home?
I'm tired of missing you...of wanting you..and what you gave
me that night. No one else has even come close since that night
with you. I've never felt anything like what you gave me that
night. Please?"
I looked at Chris and nodded, "Sure.
I missed you too. It's like I've been mourning you since you
left that night. I've really missed being around you."
Chris got into his car and followed me home
that night, and has been there ever since. I sometimes ask him
why he stays and each time he just smiles and tells me that
he's finally gotten what he wanted and wouldn't be able to find
it anywhere else. As for me, I still love to watch his eyes
light up when I pull out the restraints. I thought he might
cry the night that he accidentally snapped the ones we used
that first night during a particularly rough session. I told
him I'd get him a set of stronger ones before next time, and
I smiled when I saw he had taken the broken restraints and put
them in a box in his closet. He's such a sentamental softie.
Some stories end with the main characters
(a couple, usually) living happily ever after. I can't promise
that, but I can say that Chris and I were happy all the time
we spent together, as friends and as lovers. And really, that's
all that matters.
End.
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