The following story is part one of a fem Dom story I thought up some time ago. It's not strictly in my usual gay erotica theme but I thought some readers might enjoy this.
Side by side and each dressed in a pair of white briefs Martin and Grady, felt exposed and humiliated as they stood in front of the sorority house front door waiting to be allowed to enter. They had been dropped off by their frat brothers as part of Hell Week Hazing, chosen arbitrarily and with some maliciousness by the frat President.
“Each year we pick the shortest pledge and the fattest pledge and you two would make a perfect gift to our sorority sisters,” Tom said, “you get a night away from us but you have to spend it with a bunch of women, do whatever they want.”
Martin and Grady looked at each other after he spoke those words, a night away from the sausage party could be a good thing, especially spending it with a bunch of women but they didn’t expect what happened to them after they agreed. As they stood there waiting, hands at their sides they began to worry. Martin had always felt self-conscious about his body, especially around girls and women. He didn’t consider himself fat just thick, no definition, rounded.
The door was opened by a young coed who eyed them greedily before stepping out and closing the door behind her. She walked around them and stopped in front of them. She touched Grady’s clavicle, ran a finger down his chest, over his belly button and stopped at the waist band where she toyed with it a little. Martin looked to where her finger stopped. He began to worry. He gulped and flexed his feet on the hardwood before he looked away to the door. He felt the cool wind on his buttocks and clenched them tight. She reached to his belly and laid her warm hand there, ran her finger up in reverse order until she stopped just above his muscled pectorals.
“You two are cute,” she said. “Now reach into your undies with both hands and grab hold of your cock and balls.”
They looked at each other in the eye before deciding they were going through with the orders. They both reached into their own underwear and carefully gripped at their cock and balls until their privates were well covered. She smiled at them before gripping the sides of their underwear and pulling them down to their ankles and ordering them to step out of them. She held the underwear up in front of the young men and turned away, opened the door to the house and closed it. They looked to each other and for a moment they wanted to turn to see if anyone was looking, if anyone was staring, and if anyone was taking pictures but they didn’t want to risk not following orders.
The door was opened again by the same young woman who invited them inside this time. Clutching their junk they stepped in one at a time only to be placed side by side and surrounded by a group of young women. They looked around at the crowd who giggled and whispered to each other, pointed and teased.
“Tonight boys you have been invited to a little sleep over, only this isn’t the usual kind. You see we’re not comfortable with two strapping young men like yourselves, we’ve only ever been babysitters so tonight you two are going to have to do a little role playing to make us comfortable. What do you say boys? Are you willing?”
They each thought about what to say next, to try and run away all the way back to their dorm rooms or worse the frat house. Who knew what kind of terrible things they were doing to the pledges there. They had gotten a taste of it the previous night clad in the same underwear they had been wearing and being paddled by the different frat brothers while reciting the pledge. No, they had ideas about what that was like, this was a bunch of young women, young coeds. How bad could it be?
“Yes mam,” Martin said.
“Yes mam,” Grady echoed.
“Good, Sheila take our two boys up to the bathroom and get them ready.”
A young woman stepped out from the crowd, Sheila, a larger woman, large breasts, curvy. She stepped to them and pulled at their elbows almost dislodging their cover they went along with her to the stairs where she ushered them up to the second floor and down to the bathroom.
Inside it was large and spacious, well maintained, with a tub big enough for three people Martin and Grady noticed that there were several toys around the side, a bottle of bubble bath as well as a razor and shaving cream. She turned on the faucet and adjusted the water until she was satisfied then looked to the young men.
“Normally we make the pledges shave each other but maybe you’d like me to do it?”
They looked to each other.
Grady shook his head a little but Martin nodded.
“Don’t be shy. Have you boys ever bathed with someone else?”
“Not since I was little,” Grady said.
“No,” Martin said.
“Not even a girlfriend?”
They shook their heads.
“What about after sports and in the locker room?” she asked.
“That’s different,” Martin said.
“Come on boys,” she said.
Martin shrugged his shoulders.
“It could be worse. It could be a frat brother or another pledge doing it,” he said.
“Hands up,” she said.
They looked away from each other to the wall and slowly raised their hands like patrons in a bank robbery. Sheila picked up the electric clippers and turned them on before saying, “this is my favorite part” and closing on them. She worked over them one at a time, carefully and thoroughly from the edge of their ears down to their toes, but especially their pubes where she pulled and twisted their balls and cock in her hand until she was pleased by their bald crotches. She turned off the clippers and whistled aloud before she tested the water and turned off the faucet.
She squirted some bubble bath into it and splashed it around a little. Grady stepped forward a little but she stopped him with a motion of her hand.
“Not yet boys, those peckers have to be cleaner than that and we don’t want you ruining the water now that it’s all ready,” she said before picking up the shaving cream.
She turned them one at a time to the sink where she sprayed cream over their balls and dick, shaved it with the razor, and rinsed them clean. She was thorough as she shaved their arms and legs, armpits and ass cheeks. She placed them side by side and for a moment they began to breath easier as the bath seemed closer, the chance to cover themselves and hide beneath the bubbles.
“Okay boys bend over and grab your ankles,” she said.
They both took a deep breath. Their skin began to redden.
“I’ll be careful,” she said.
There was nowhere else to go, nothing to be done. They bent and grabbed their ankles. She instructed them one at a time to spread their cheeks for her to shave them. She was careful with each of them only touching their anuses a little if some cream got on it. Afterwards she rinsed and dried them both before telling them they could get into the water. They walked to the tub, looked back to the mirror where they saw the reflection of their hairless bodies and with a curiosity and dread they stepped inside, sat on opposite ends of the tub. They looked to Sheila who removed her shirt.
“Are you getting in with us?” Martin asked unable to hide his interest.
“No,” she said, “I’m just making sure you don’t get me too wet.”
She wet her hands before touching Grady first, got his shoulders and chest shiny with water before she moved to Martin where she did the same. They both smiled at her, at each other as they began to relax. Her touch became more confident, bolder, as ran her fingers over their bodies, took turns as she washed their arm pits, their chests and backs. Then she put her hand into the water to Martin's crotch. She grabbed hold of his dick and balls that were smooth and sensitive. He laughed at the touch. Grady saw the joy and he laughed at well as he raised his knees in anticipation. Martin raised his knees as his dick got hard. She teased him until his balls tightened and then she slipped to his vulnerable opening, touched between his cheeks right at his asshole. He squealed and twitched but she kept at him for a moment before she moved to Grady who bit his lip. She went right for his balls with her other hand. She massaged them in her hand before touching his dick, ran her finger to the head. He looked her in the eye. He wanted to grab her breast, kiss her neck, but she was quicker and stuck her finger down between his cheeks to his anus, just a digit inside made him squirm.
"You boys are pretty clean, let's get you out of the water."
"Yes man," they said.
She sat back, washed her hands in the soapy water, then retrieved two towels. They looked to each other before they got to their feet. Their dicks slightly plump they stepped out of the tub and she handed them each a towel. Grady began to dry himself but Martin hesitated before doing the same. After they were dry she took the towels back from them, led them from the bathroom to an adjoining bedroom to the foot of the bed. She told them to sit and they did so obediently.
Cheek to cheek they watched as she retrieved a duffel bag from the corner of the room. She moved it to their feet, opened it, and pulled out two diapers. Martin and Grady looked to each other, then back to the diapers. She told them to stand and move out of the way so she could put the diapers down side by side. She told them to sit one at a time before taking out lotion and baby powder as well as latex gloves.
"Oops, I guess I wouldn't be a good mommy unless I took your temperatures first," she said.
Their feet flat on the carpet they watched as she pulled two thermometers out of the bag. They opened their mouths.
"Sorry boys, these don't go in the mouth. Now lift up your legs, hands under your knees, hold them up there."
Martin grunted as the thermometer went inside. Grady did the same. They tightened their grips, waited. A few moments, then she took out the thermometers, looked them over and said they were healthy. She too old them to put their legs down as she walked away to the bathroom. She cleaned them, returned to the room and put them away before picking up the oil.
"Okay boys, get those legs back up there," she said.
She squirted the oil over their dicks one at a time, teased them a little with her fingers, then she applied the powder. Finally she took off the gloves, closed the diapers, and fastened them. She helped them to their feet, their slippery dicks shifted inside their diapers making them giggle.
"Come on boys, let's go down and meet the sisters."
She moved between them, took them by the hand, pulled them a little until they started walking. She led them back downstairs to the main room where the entire sorority waited for them. Some of them sat, others, the freshmen, stood around. Each of them had a glass of wine.
"Okay ladies, how are we going to dress our little boys up tonight?"
Martin and Grady gripped tightly at Sheila's hand.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Ring Finger
On my second drink which I was nursing slowly and feeling like I needed to get out of the bar to go home and jerk off before I fell asleep I sighed before looking up the television, then down to the young man who just stepped up. I had spotted him before with some friends in the corner, other young men, flamboyant and obviously gay, but they had all departed and he was alone.
Just shorter than myself with stylish blonde hair, glasses, an oval and hairless face, he looked about twenty, a college student, and he looked bored, irritated even.
“Excuse me, but I don’t have my glasses. Could you tell me the time on the clock over there?” I asked.
He looked to the clock at the end of the bar near the bottles of alcohol, smirked, and then looked back to me. He looked me up and down and I knew he was figuring I wasn’t much to look at. I was thirty-five, soft, with a receding hairline, and wearing a suit and tie.
“Is that some kind of pick up line?” he asked.
“Me? Oh no,” I said before holding up my left hand to show him my wedding ring. “I’m married.”
“Really?”
“This isn’t a gay bar is it? I mean, not to say that you are, but you’re friends, and you thinking, well, that I was trying to pick you up or come on to you.”
He smiled at me, a superior grin, but there was kindness in his eyes. He made his way down the few feet of bar and stood next to me.
“It’s not a gay bar. I guess with my friends we get pretty campy,” he said. “Jesus, is it that obvious?”
“Well, I mean, thinking I was, you know,” I said.
I thumbed my ring and looked away from his blue eyes to the wood then to our partial reflections, covered a little by more bottles.
“I didn’t mean anything. It’s just, you know, this is a college town and guess I’m used to guys hitting on me.”
“Guys like me?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“You’re way out of my league,” I said.
“You think so,?” he asked. “What do you know about it?”
I smirked before taking a sip of my drink to keep the buzz.
“It’s been years but I’m not much to look at and you, well, you’re muscular, young, and have a cute face, the blonde hair...”
“You think I’m cute? I thought you were married,” he said.
“Well, I am but I can still look,” I said. “Not that, I mean, you know.”
He smiled at me as if I had made some fatal mistake, revealed something to him I didn’t want him to know, anyone to know, some latent instinct, some true desire.
“And where is your wife on this particular night?” he asked.
“Back home,” I said.
“Far from here?”
“Very far,” I said. “I’m on a business trip. I have a room over at the Norman Hotel. It’s nice. I got bumped up to a deluxe for free since they don’t have many guests. It’s the one good thing about this trip.”
“Business didn’t go so well?”
“No,” I said. “I’m in publishing.”
“Really? I didn’t think anyone was in that anymore.”
“There are still a few of us,” I said.
“Well, let me buy you another drink,” he said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said.
I downed my drink and he signaled to the bartender. When the woman got to us he ordered a drink for each of us but when she returned with the bottle I motioned for him to wait and reached for my own wallet.
“I said, I got this.”
“Well, you’re in college,” I said. “You need to save your cash for textbooks. I have an expense account.”
“Hey, I can afford one drink for a friend,” he said. “Besides my textbooks are all novels I pick up at the used bookstore.”
“A friend?” I asked.
“Yeah, tell me about the publishing industry. Like, how does a young writer get into it these days?”
“Unfortunately, it’s the one thing that hasn’t changed,” I said.
“Bore me with the details,” he said.
I sipped from my drink trying to recall all the details I could about the publishing industry, then sort them into discernible lessons I could tell this young man. I started with the slush pile, something he seemed to know and went into the details about how the industry worked and still works. He smiled and listened as I told him a few details he didn’t know. I thought I was boring to him until he ordered another drink for us but this time I paid despite him reaching into his pocket. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He got comfortable and began telling me what he knew. We were exchanging ideas. We talked about two hundred years of publishing. We were making jokes and laughing at them. And somehow our conversation moved on, into an easy dialogue as we continued to drink.
Once, when he reached into his pocket I motioned to stop him, my hand got too close and I touched the sleeve of his sweater. I felt the soft fabric and looked up to him embarrassed about being so clumsy but he only smiled back at me. Did he think I had revealed something else to him? I pulled back my hand, looked away, and cleared my throat as I pulled out some cash from my pocket.
“Cash?” he asked.
“Too many drinks,” I said. “I can only lie about so many.”
“But now it’s getting expensive for you too,” he said.
“Too bad we’re not back at my room,” I said. “I have lots to drink there.”
He laughed.
“What?” I asked.
“You are trying to pick me up,” he said.
I held out my hand with the ring and showed it o him.
“Let me see that thing,” he said. “Did you get that out of cereal box?”
He took hold of my hand and I could feel his warm fingers against my skin. I liked the feeling of it, but I was drunk. He looked at my ring, got closer, closer. He touched it and twisted it around my finger.
“Feels real enough,” he said.
“This should be our last drink here,” he said.
“Here?” I asked.
“You said you have more and I’m too drunk to take the bus back to the college. Besides I’m not sure if they are still running,” he said.
I paid for our drinks and we made small talk until they were finished before he excused himself to go the bathroom. I retrieved my coat and hat from the coat check area and waited for him by the door. I could tell he wasn’t as drunk as I felt by the way he walked to me and took hold of my collar and pulled me out to the sidewalk. We laughed and he let me go.
“You’re a tease,” I said.
“Oh god, I am,” he said. “I love to get guys worked up.”
We heard conversation around us, realized someone, others, could hear our conversation and laughed again. We walked away towards my hotel. He was slightly ahead of me and I quickly found I needed to pee so I told him we had to hurry.
“Just step into an alley and go there. No one will see you, this is downtown.”
“Sh, now everyone knows,” I said.
He raised his arms into the winter snowflakes.
“No one’s around,” he said.
I let out a laugh and looked to the windows. He was right. No one was around and no one was looking. I thought about how far it was back to the hotel and decided I needed to go sooner than that. I told him I wanted to go in the next alley. He pointed one out to me and I stepped to it, into the shadows, around a dumpster where I felt no one would see and unzipped my fly. He waited on the sidewalk looking both ways. I suddenly realized this stranger was responsible for my safety. He could just as easily robbed me, stepped into the shadows, knocked me down, taken my wallet and my ring.
“Hurry up,” he said.
“Someone coming?”
“No but it’s cold out here,” he said.
I finished my business and zipped up before walking back out and looking both ways before we continued. We had conspired. We were in a conspiracy. We got to the hotel easily enough and I led the way into the elevator, to my floor, and to my room where I stopped in the doorway and leaned against the door.
“Before we go in there,” I said. “I don’t remember the state I left it in and there could be something embarrassing out.”
“Like porn?” he asked.
“Like my underwear,” I said.
He stepped to me and leaned against the other side of the door frame. He looked me in the eye and looked back at him. It was a moment of some spiritual connection, I thought.
“I have one question for you,” he said.
This is it, I thought, he’s going to ask me if I’m gay. I’m going to deny it and maybe, just maybe he’ll believe me.
“Boxer or briefs?” he asked.
“Briefs,” I said.
He nodded.
“What?” I asked.
“Older guys, married guys, wear the tighty whites. Their wives buy them because they’re cheap so she can spend the money on other things for the family,” he said.
“Is that so?” I asked.
“My father was the same way,” he said.
He took the keycard from my wallet in my breast pocket and was about to slide it in the lock when he stopped me with a touch of his fingers to my hand. I looked up to him. He smiled.
“Are you a little bit curious?” he asked.
I looked out into the hallway but no one was around, possibly even awake.
“Curious?” I asked. “I’m not your type. We’re not even in the same league.”
“Fuck that,” he said. “Bodies are bodies, flesh is flesh. Would I show you off to my friends? Probably not, but this isn’t that."
I gulped. He was making his move. Maybe we could have some fun, I thought. He was young, cute, and likable. Bodies are bodies, flesh is flesh, I thought.
“Just tell me you’re curious,” he said.
I gulped.
“I’m curious,” I said.
“Ever had sex with a man before?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“I’ll show you everything you need to know,” he said.
I looked to the handle where my hand twitched with nervousness. I stuck the card in until the light turned green and he opened the door. He grabbed my tie, wrapped it around his hand, and pulled me inside where he took the card from the lock, closed the door, and pulled me into a kiss. I kissed back until our tongues were rubbing against each other as his hands explored my body and I reached back to his where I lifted up his shirt in the back and grabbed at his ass. He pulled away from the kiss.
“Most straight guys don’t like to kiss, maybe a blow job, maybe anal sex,” he said. “I’m glad you do.”
We kissed as we stripped off each other’s clothes and he led me to the bed. I was in my briefs and he pushed me down onto my butt. He stood over me shirtless with his pants open. I could see the bulge of his penis, thin fabric of boxers. He reached into the hole and pulled out his dick. It was long with a bulbous head. He was circumcised.
“Just give me a blow job right now,” he said. “Then I’ll show you how to have some real fun.”
I leaned forward, kissed the head of his dick, nibbled at it with my lips, and licked it as he moaned with pleasure. He grabbed the back of my head and I pulled his pants down his thighs, his boxers, and he stepped out of them. He was naked, his hard cock stuck out from his body. He grabbed at my ears and pulled me to him again. I worked at his cock for a long time, licked, sucked, the shaft, the balls, and his taint.
We were two men, two people. He grabbed at his own nipples as he got closer to orgasm. My own hard cock leaked against the white fabric of my underwear. I reached down to play with myself and was surprised how much mucous was there. My dick was slippery. I knew it would be easy to orgasm so I concentrated on him. I grabbed at his hips, his ass, his thighs until finally he slapped me on the side of the face and I pulled my head away. He shot onto my face and I closed my eyes. I could feel its momentary warmth on my skin before it cooled and was a sticky, thick mess. I grabbed my own cock and worked it until I orgasmed, shot through the fabric to the floor. I bucked a little as I rubbed the head and tickled it until I was empty.
“You’re a mess,” he said. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He took my hand and led me to the bathroom where I waited for him to start the shower. He got the water nice and hot and helped me inside before stepping in himself. Our bodies in the small space made me conscious again of our differences. I felt his chest, his muscles and he grabbed hold of my soft tissue. He washed my face until it was clean and I could open my eyes.
The first thing I saw was his shoulder, the veins in his neck. I touched his biceps, the crux of his elbow, felt the hairs on his forearm. His hands went to my shoulders. We kissed and I felt our dicks bump together, clumsy at first but enjoyable so we continued to do it. He smiled.
“Is this really your first time with a guy?” he asked.
“Like this,” I said.
My hands went to his hips where I could feel the bone, muscle, and flesh. My thumbs sunk down the v of his crotch to his dick. I was getting excited again and he could tell. I kissed at him some more until he pulled away though I caught his lip with my own momentarily. I reached around to his ass where I grabbed at it and pulled him close. His head over my shoulder he put his lips close to my ear.
“I’m going to fuck your ass,” he said.
He nibbled at my ear and I felt my cock pressed against his cock. They were hard and leaking.
"No, I want to fuck you," I said.
"I don't usually bottom."
"Will you do it for me?"
"Fuck, I'm so horny. I want you so bad," he said.
“Up against the wall,” I ordered.
He moved to the wall. I moved, pressed him against the linoleum. I picked up a bar of soap and started at his shoulders before I moved to the small of his back, his sides, hips, then his fleshy ass until I was between his cheeks. I probed inside to his hole where I tickled and teased with a soapy finger before I put the bar aside and washed him out with clean water. I swallowed hard as I felt myself let go of any preconceptions about who would get fucked.
He turned off the water and we stepped out together where he handed me a towel. We laughed at the sight of us in the hotel room mirrors as we dried. He snapped a towel at me playfully and I snapped mine back. I thought for a moment we had moved on to something else, something would come along to ruin this but he stepped to me, took hold of me, and led me out into the bedroom.
At the bed we stopped and I wrapped my arms around him from behind, kissed at his neck. I could feel my stiff penis between his butt cheeks. I grabbed at his chest, touched his nipples, tickled his ribs. He reached back for my body, groped at the skin of my thighs.
“Do you have any lubricant?” he asked.
“In my overnight bag,” I said.
“Did you buy it just for this?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said.
“So you knew you wanted something,” he said.
I went to find my bag and told him to get on the bed on all fours. It was easy to find the bag, the lubricant and the condoms inside which I carried over to the bed. I got onto my knees behind him and I felt the shift of weight, heard the squeak of bed springs. I touched his ass, pulled at it and touched my finger inside, against his anus with some lubricant. He gave easily to the first digit so I squeezed more inside before working my dick until it was slippery.
“That feels so good,” he said.
I felt his weight against me shift on the bed. I felt his cock between his thighs. He was naked, open, exposed, and waiting. I kissed at his neck as I tore open the condom package. I worked for a moment to get the tight material on my dick before I pressed it between his cheeks. I felt him there and I let out a sigh. I looked up to the headboard, the wall. I pushed myself inside, filled him. He grunted.
I worked slowly, methodically, grabbed hold of his shoulder and I felt the slickness of my two fingers. I felt the hair of his testicles tickle my own. I was inside of him.
My cock had hardened. My balls pulled tight. It was all about me. But then, I felt him slowly pulling and I felt like he would pull me inside out, every part of my being wanted to collapse into that single point but it wouldn’t be enough. My being would follow that point until I could find the cause. I was empty but only for a moment before he pushed back against me and I felt him again. My hand went from his shoulder down his back until I grabbed at his hips.
He squeezed my flesh. I lowered my shoulders, my cock began to rub inside of him so he shifted a little. I balanced myself and reached for his dick, my sweaty forehead against his back. I pulled out. I thrust inside. He let out a groan and balled the sheets in his hands, reached for the end of the bed. I fucked him until he was moaning and the bed was rocking, a steady rhythm as it knocked against the wall. My neighbors could hear but it didn’t matter.
I reached for his shoulders but my hands didn’t stay long. My fingers slipped over his skin down to his back, placed my hand on the small of his back and it felt like we’d melted into each other for a moment before it was gone and I felt his hands on my hips, my thighs. He was getting faster and faster. My balls slapped against him.
The headboard was knocking harder and louder. We were both moaning and grunting. I played with the head of his dick which was slick and sensitive. He came first. He grabbed hold of me tighter than he had ever done before and I let myself go inside of him. I held the condom on as I pulled out.
I worked the rubber off and tied it before I threw it to the floor, then I pressed against his back as we collapsed to the bed. I felt the size of him, his warmth. I kissed at his neck and he moaned.
We lay there for a long time in our mess until pragmatism overruled sentimentality and we pulled our bodies apart. He headed to the shower first. I sat there for a moment as I thought about what I had done, how much better I felt. I thought about us trading places in the shower and how he would be alone in my room, plus I wanted to see him again, play with him again, maybe if only for one last time. I pushed myself from the bed and walked into the bathroom where I asked him if I could join him. He invited me inside and we laughed at each other as I stepped inside. I reached for his chest, unsure if he would let me touch him. He did. We kissed. I felt any last thoughts, any last emotion leave me through my lips.
We washed each other a little but mostly we washed ourselves, he was especially attentive to his ass where he made sure to get rid of the lubricant and any other fluids. We washed until we felt clean, scrubbed, our skins new. He stepped out first and I followed. We dried ourselves again. I saw us in the mirror. I saw his muscled body.
Whatever this was it was over, I thought. It was ending. So this is what it feels like, I thought. This is what it is like to know someone intensely, intimately if only for a few hours. It wasn’t going to happen again. He wrapped the towel around his waist and I did the same before we walked back into the bedroom.
“I guess I should be going,” he said.
I looked to the clock. I saw that it was after two o’clock in the morning and I thought about buses, taxis, or even driving him and I thought about all we had drank together.
“No, stay,” I said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, we can watch television or something, get a few hours sleep,” I said.
“Okay,” he said.
He moved to the bed where he repositioned the pillows against the headboard to make a comfortable place to sit for us. I turned on the television and carried the remote to the where I sat beside him. We sat shoulder to shoulder for a while as I felt any intimacy between us had been momentary I wanted it back again so I took his hand. He looked to me and smiled, kissed me on the cheek. We sat like that for a long time before I felt it slipping again, he was falling asleep. I reached to his towel and began to work his dick. I felt the length of it, the bulbous head. His head against my shoulder, my neck, the heat of his breath. I worked him until he ejaculated again onto the towel which he pulled off and I used to clean up the mess before throwing it into the bathroom as he rolled onto his side away from me.
“Can I cuddle with you?” I asked.
I thought for a moment that I would get to hold him from behind, feel some new part of him but he turned on me and I rolled away, pulled off my towel. I felt his naked body against my own. There were only a few hours left. My alarm was set for eight o’clock and maybe he would be gone before that but whatever this was it wouldn’t happen again.
The next day as I sat looking at my breakfast I thumbed my ring as the waiter caught my eye. We knew what the other was but we didn't know what the other wanted, at least not for sure, but so many young guys just want a little bit of fun with no commitment. Could this little symbol work again?
Just shorter than myself with stylish blonde hair, glasses, an oval and hairless face, he looked about twenty, a college student, and he looked bored, irritated even.
“Excuse me, but I don’t have my glasses. Could you tell me the time on the clock over there?” I asked.
He looked to the clock at the end of the bar near the bottles of alcohol, smirked, and then looked back to me. He looked me up and down and I knew he was figuring I wasn’t much to look at. I was thirty-five, soft, with a receding hairline, and wearing a suit and tie.
“Is that some kind of pick up line?” he asked.
“Me? Oh no,” I said before holding up my left hand to show him my wedding ring. “I’m married.”
“Really?”
“This isn’t a gay bar is it? I mean, not to say that you are, but you’re friends, and you thinking, well, that I was trying to pick you up or come on to you.”
He smiled at me, a superior grin, but there was kindness in his eyes. He made his way down the few feet of bar and stood next to me.
“It’s not a gay bar. I guess with my friends we get pretty campy,” he said. “Jesus, is it that obvious?”
“Well, I mean, thinking I was, you know,” I said.
I thumbed my ring and looked away from his blue eyes to the wood then to our partial reflections, covered a little by more bottles.
“I didn’t mean anything. It’s just, you know, this is a college town and guess I’m used to guys hitting on me.”
“Guys like me?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“You’re way out of my league,” I said.
“You think so,?” he asked. “What do you know about it?”
I smirked before taking a sip of my drink to keep the buzz.
“It’s been years but I’m not much to look at and you, well, you’re muscular, young, and have a cute face, the blonde hair...”
“You think I’m cute? I thought you were married,” he said.
“Well, I am but I can still look,” I said. “Not that, I mean, you know.”
He smiled at me as if I had made some fatal mistake, revealed something to him I didn’t want him to know, anyone to know, some latent instinct, some true desire.
“And where is your wife on this particular night?” he asked.
“Back home,” I said.
“Far from here?”
“Very far,” I said. “I’m on a business trip. I have a room over at the Norman Hotel. It’s nice. I got bumped up to a deluxe for free since they don’t have many guests. It’s the one good thing about this trip.”
“Business didn’t go so well?”
“No,” I said. “I’m in publishing.”
“Really? I didn’t think anyone was in that anymore.”
“There are still a few of us,” I said.
“Well, let me buy you another drink,” he said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said.
I downed my drink and he signaled to the bartender. When the woman got to us he ordered a drink for each of us but when she returned with the bottle I motioned for him to wait and reached for my own wallet.
“I said, I got this.”
“Well, you’re in college,” I said. “You need to save your cash for textbooks. I have an expense account.”
“Hey, I can afford one drink for a friend,” he said. “Besides my textbooks are all novels I pick up at the used bookstore.”
“A friend?” I asked.
“Yeah, tell me about the publishing industry. Like, how does a young writer get into it these days?”
“Unfortunately, it’s the one thing that hasn’t changed,” I said.
“Bore me with the details,” he said.
I sipped from my drink trying to recall all the details I could about the publishing industry, then sort them into discernible lessons I could tell this young man. I started with the slush pile, something he seemed to know and went into the details about how the industry worked and still works. He smiled and listened as I told him a few details he didn’t know. I thought I was boring to him until he ordered another drink for us but this time I paid despite him reaching into his pocket. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He got comfortable and began telling me what he knew. We were exchanging ideas. We talked about two hundred years of publishing. We were making jokes and laughing at them. And somehow our conversation moved on, into an easy dialogue as we continued to drink.
Once, when he reached into his pocket I motioned to stop him, my hand got too close and I touched the sleeve of his sweater. I felt the soft fabric and looked up to him embarrassed about being so clumsy but he only smiled back at me. Did he think I had revealed something else to him? I pulled back my hand, looked away, and cleared my throat as I pulled out some cash from my pocket.
“Cash?” he asked.
“Too many drinks,” I said. “I can only lie about so many.”
“But now it’s getting expensive for you too,” he said.
“Too bad we’re not back at my room,” I said. “I have lots to drink there.”
He laughed.
“What?” I asked.
“You are trying to pick me up,” he said.
I held out my hand with the ring and showed it o him.
“Let me see that thing,” he said. “Did you get that out of cereal box?”
He took hold of my hand and I could feel his warm fingers against my skin. I liked the feeling of it, but I was drunk. He looked at my ring, got closer, closer. He touched it and twisted it around my finger.
“Feels real enough,” he said.
“This should be our last drink here,” he said.
“Here?” I asked.
“You said you have more and I’m too drunk to take the bus back to the college. Besides I’m not sure if they are still running,” he said.
I paid for our drinks and we made small talk until they were finished before he excused himself to go the bathroom. I retrieved my coat and hat from the coat check area and waited for him by the door. I could tell he wasn’t as drunk as I felt by the way he walked to me and took hold of my collar and pulled me out to the sidewalk. We laughed and he let me go.
“You’re a tease,” I said.
“Oh god, I am,” he said. “I love to get guys worked up.”
We heard conversation around us, realized someone, others, could hear our conversation and laughed again. We walked away towards my hotel. He was slightly ahead of me and I quickly found I needed to pee so I told him we had to hurry.
“Just step into an alley and go there. No one will see you, this is downtown.”
“Sh, now everyone knows,” I said.
He raised his arms into the winter snowflakes.
“No one’s around,” he said.
I let out a laugh and looked to the windows. He was right. No one was around and no one was looking. I thought about how far it was back to the hotel and decided I needed to go sooner than that. I told him I wanted to go in the next alley. He pointed one out to me and I stepped to it, into the shadows, around a dumpster where I felt no one would see and unzipped my fly. He waited on the sidewalk looking both ways. I suddenly realized this stranger was responsible for my safety. He could just as easily robbed me, stepped into the shadows, knocked me down, taken my wallet and my ring.
“Hurry up,” he said.
“Someone coming?”
“No but it’s cold out here,” he said.
I finished my business and zipped up before walking back out and looking both ways before we continued. We had conspired. We were in a conspiracy. We got to the hotel easily enough and I led the way into the elevator, to my floor, and to my room where I stopped in the doorway and leaned against the door.
“Before we go in there,” I said. “I don’t remember the state I left it in and there could be something embarrassing out.”
“Like porn?” he asked.
“Like my underwear,” I said.
He stepped to me and leaned against the other side of the door frame. He looked me in the eye and looked back at him. It was a moment of some spiritual connection, I thought.
“I have one question for you,” he said.
This is it, I thought, he’s going to ask me if I’m gay. I’m going to deny it and maybe, just maybe he’ll believe me.
“Boxer or briefs?” he asked.
“Briefs,” I said.
He nodded.
“What?” I asked.
“Older guys, married guys, wear the tighty whites. Their wives buy them because they’re cheap so she can spend the money on other things for the family,” he said.
“Is that so?” I asked.
“My father was the same way,” he said.
He took the keycard from my wallet in my breast pocket and was about to slide it in the lock when he stopped me with a touch of his fingers to my hand. I looked up to him. He smiled.
“Are you a little bit curious?” he asked.
I looked out into the hallway but no one was around, possibly even awake.
“Curious?” I asked. “I’m not your type. We’re not even in the same league.”
“Fuck that,” he said. “Bodies are bodies, flesh is flesh. Would I show you off to my friends? Probably not, but this isn’t that."
I gulped. He was making his move. Maybe we could have some fun, I thought. He was young, cute, and likable. Bodies are bodies, flesh is flesh, I thought.
“Just tell me you’re curious,” he said.
I gulped.
“I’m curious,” I said.
“Ever had sex with a man before?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“I’ll show you everything you need to know,” he said.
I looked to the handle where my hand twitched with nervousness. I stuck the card in until the light turned green and he opened the door. He grabbed my tie, wrapped it around his hand, and pulled me inside where he took the card from the lock, closed the door, and pulled me into a kiss. I kissed back until our tongues were rubbing against each other as his hands explored my body and I reached back to his where I lifted up his shirt in the back and grabbed at his ass. He pulled away from the kiss.
“Most straight guys don’t like to kiss, maybe a blow job, maybe anal sex,” he said. “I’m glad you do.”
We kissed as we stripped off each other’s clothes and he led me to the bed. I was in my briefs and he pushed me down onto my butt. He stood over me shirtless with his pants open. I could see the bulge of his penis, thin fabric of boxers. He reached into the hole and pulled out his dick. It was long with a bulbous head. He was circumcised.
“Just give me a blow job right now,” he said. “Then I’ll show you how to have some real fun.”
I leaned forward, kissed the head of his dick, nibbled at it with my lips, and licked it as he moaned with pleasure. He grabbed the back of my head and I pulled his pants down his thighs, his boxers, and he stepped out of them. He was naked, his hard cock stuck out from his body. He grabbed at my ears and pulled me to him again. I worked at his cock for a long time, licked, sucked, the shaft, the balls, and his taint.
We were two men, two people. He grabbed at his own nipples as he got closer to orgasm. My own hard cock leaked against the white fabric of my underwear. I reached down to play with myself and was surprised how much mucous was there. My dick was slippery. I knew it would be easy to orgasm so I concentrated on him. I grabbed at his hips, his ass, his thighs until finally he slapped me on the side of the face and I pulled my head away. He shot onto my face and I closed my eyes. I could feel its momentary warmth on my skin before it cooled and was a sticky, thick mess. I grabbed my own cock and worked it until I orgasmed, shot through the fabric to the floor. I bucked a little as I rubbed the head and tickled it until I was empty.
“You’re a mess,” he said. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He took my hand and led me to the bathroom where I waited for him to start the shower. He got the water nice and hot and helped me inside before stepping in himself. Our bodies in the small space made me conscious again of our differences. I felt his chest, his muscles and he grabbed hold of my soft tissue. He washed my face until it was clean and I could open my eyes.
The first thing I saw was his shoulder, the veins in his neck. I touched his biceps, the crux of his elbow, felt the hairs on his forearm. His hands went to my shoulders. We kissed and I felt our dicks bump together, clumsy at first but enjoyable so we continued to do it. He smiled.
“Is this really your first time with a guy?” he asked.
“Like this,” I said.
My hands went to his hips where I could feel the bone, muscle, and flesh. My thumbs sunk down the v of his crotch to his dick. I was getting excited again and he could tell. I kissed at him some more until he pulled away though I caught his lip with my own momentarily. I reached around to his ass where I grabbed at it and pulled him close. His head over my shoulder he put his lips close to my ear.
“I’m going to fuck your ass,” he said.
He nibbled at my ear and I felt my cock pressed against his cock. They were hard and leaking.
"No, I want to fuck you," I said.
"I don't usually bottom."
"Will you do it for me?"
"Fuck, I'm so horny. I want you so bad," he said.
“Up against the wall,” I ordered.
He moved to the wall. I moved, pressed him against the linoleum. I picked up a bar of soap and started at his shoulders before I moved to the small of his back, his sides, hips, then his fleshy ass until I was between his cheeks. I probed inside to his hole where I tickled and teased with a soapy finger before I put the bar aside and washed him out with clean water. I swallowed hard as I felt myself let go of any preconceptions about who would get fucked.
He turned off the water and we stepped out together where he handed me a towel. We laughed at the sight of us in the hotel room mirrors as we dried. He snapped a towel at me playfully and I snapped mine back. I thought for a moment we had moved on to something else, something would come along to ruin this but he stepped to me, took hold of me, and led me out into the bedroom.
At the bed we stopped and I wrapped my arms around him from behind, kissed at his neck. I could feel my stiff penis between his butt cheeks. I grabbed at his chest, touched his nipples, tickled his ribs. He reached back for my body, groped at the skin of my thighs.
“Do you have any lubricant?” he asked.
“In my overnight bag,” I said.
“Did you buy it just for this?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said.
“So you knew you wanted something,” he said.
I went to find my bag and told him to get on the bed on all fours. It was easy to find the bag, the lubricant and the condoms inside which I carried over to the bed. I got onto my knees behind him and I felt the shift of weight, heard the squeak of bed springs. I touched his ass, pulled at it and touched my finger inside, against his anus with some lubricant. He gave easily to the first digit so I squeezed more inside before working my dick until it was slippery.
“That feels so good,” he said.
I felt his weight against me shift on the bed. I felt his cock between his thighs. He was naked, open, exposed, and waiting. I kissed at his neck as I tore open the condom package. I worked for a moment to get the tight material on my dick before I pressed it between his cheeks. I felt him there and I let out a sigh. I looked up to the headboard, the wall. I pushed myself inside, filled him. He grunted.
I worked slowly, methodically, grabbed hold of his shoulder and I felt the slickness of my two fingers. I felt the hair of his testicles tickle my own. I was inside of him.
My cock had hardened. My balls pulled tight. It was all about me. But then, I felt him slowly pulling and I felt like he would pull me inside out, every part of my being wanted to collapse into that single point but it wouldn’t be enough. My being would follow that point until I could find the cause. I was empty but only for a moment before he pushed back against me and I felt him again. My hand went from his shoulder down his back until I grabbed at his hips.
He squeezed my flesh. I lowered my shoulders, my cock began to rub inside of him so he shifted a little. I balanced myself and reached for his dick, my sweaty forehead against his back. I pulled out. I thrust inside. He let out a groan and balled the sheets in his hands, reached for the end of the bed. I fucked him until he was moaning and the bed was rocking, a steady rhythm as it knocked against the wall. My neighbors could hear but it didn’t matter.
I reached for his shoulders but my hands didn’t stay long. My fingers slipped over his skin down to his back, placed my hand on the small of his back and it felt like we’d melted into each other for a moment before it was gone and I felt his hands on my hips, my thighs. He was getting faster and faster. My balls slapped against him.
The headboard was knocking harder and louder. We were both moaning and grunting. I played with the head of his dick which was slick and sensitive. He came first. He grabbed hold of me tighter than he had ever done before and I let myself go inside of him. I held the condom on as I pulled out.
I worked the rubber off and tied it before I threw it to the floor, then I pressed against his back as we collapsed to the bed. I felt the size of him, his warmth. I kissed at his neck and he moaned.
We lay there for a long time in our mess until pragmatism overruled sentimentality and we pulled our bodies apart. He headed to the shower first. I sat there for a moment as I thought about what I had done, how much better I felt. I thought about us trading places in the shower and how he would be alone in my room, plus I wanted to see him again, play with him again, maybe if only for one last time. I pushed myself from the bed and walked into the bathroom where I asked him if I could join him. He invited me inside and we laughed at each other as I stepped inside. I reached for his chest, unsure if he would let me touch him. He did. We kissed. I felt any last thoughts, any last emotion leave me through my lips.
We washed each other a little but mostly we washed ourselves, he was especially attentive to his ass where he made sure to get rid of the lubricant and any other fluids. We washed until we felt clean, scrubbed, our skins new. He stepped out first and I followed. We dried ourselves again. I saw us in the mirror. I saw his muscled body.
Whatever this was it was over, I thought. It was ending. So this is what it feels like, I thought. This is what it is like to know someone intensely, intimately if only for a few hours. It wasn’t going to happen again. He wrapped the towel around his waist and I did the same before we walked back into the bedroom.
“I guess I should be going,” he said.
I looked to the clock. I saw that it was after two o’clock in the morning and I thought about buses, taxis, or even driving him and I thought about all we had drank together.
“No, stay,” I said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, we can watch television or something, get a few hours sleep,” I said.
“Okay,” he said.
He moved to the bed where he repositioned the pillows against the headboard to make a comfortable place to sit for us. I turned on the television and carried the remote to the where I sat beside him. We sat shoulder to shoulder for a while as I felt any intimacy between us had been momentary I wanted it back again so I took his hand. He looked to me and smiled, kissed me on the cheek. We sat like that for a long time before I felt it slipping again, he was falling asleep. I reached to his towel and began to work his dick. I felt the length of it, the bulbous head. His head against my shoulder, my neck, the heat of his breath. I worked him until he ejaculated again onto the towel which he pulled off and I used to clean up the mess before throwing it into the bathroom as he rolled onto his side away from me.
“Can I cuddle with you?” I asked.
I thought for a moment that I would get to hold him from behind, feel some new part of him but he turned on me and I rolled away, pulled off my towel. I felt his naked body against my own. There were only a few hours left. My alarm was set for eight o’clock and maybe he would be gone before that but whatever this was it wouldn’t happen again.
The next day as I sat looking at my breakfast I thumbed my ring as the waiter caught my eye. We knew what the other was but we didn't know what the other wanted, at least not for sure, but so many young guys just want a little bit of fun with no commitment. Could this little symbol work again?
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Caretaker at Pup House pt 3
Without hesitation I began to pull off my clothes. First was my t-shirt, second was my shoes, third was my socks, fourth my jeans, and fifth my briefs. I stood before them completely naked. My hands drifted a little to cover my crotch but I moved them to my sides as Paul stared at me. Both Sprocket and Puddles stared at me as well.
"Go ahead," Paul told them.
Puddles got down first and made his way to me slowly. Sprocket got down after him but was first to me, went right around and stuck his nose to my butt. I jumped a little at the feeling and almost thought to turn on him but Puddles closed on me, put his nose to my crotch. They tickled me as they moved about my body. At first it was just a thorough inspection but then they traded places before moving on to my extraneous regions like my hands and feet.
"If you want to keep your position as a house boy then this is the most important part, you must always show dominance. Respect them for their strengths and needs but you enforce the rules. Now I want you to start by giving them a few commands and get them to sit next to each other in front of me. If you can do that then you can play with them."
I swallowed hard at the thought of what he had just told me to do. These were two men behaving like pups. Puddles had a mischievous look and Sprocket had jumped onto my lap earlier. I cleared my throat.
"Okay boys, you heard him, go sit down."
They ignored me and continued to sniff. I bit my lip and curled my toes to think over what I had to do. If they were pups I would have to treat them that way.
"Stop it now. Puddles sit. Sprocket sit."
They did. Sprocket let out a moan followed by Puddles. I looked to Paul but he motioned for me to continue. I stepped from between them, walked to where Paul sat. I called them over one at a time and made them sit next to each other. I smiled at the easy victory.
"That wasn't so bad," I said.
Sprocket whined again. Puddles got low to the ground like he was going to crawl but instead he pissed, right there on the carpet, he pissed.
"Puddles no, bad boy," I said.
"It looks like you have your work cut out for you," Paul said.
He retrieved some towels and carpet cleaner, told me to clean up after Puddles, then he walked off with his two pups. I got down on my hands and knees, naked and half hard, and began to clean up the mess.
After I cleaned the rug I put away the supplies and went to join them outside. It was a little strange walking around naked at first, especially the thought of going outside but I figured if they could do it that it wouldn't be a problem for me. I was right. The backyard was as private as could be as it was surrounded by trees just like the driveway. Paul sat on a deck chair as Puddles and Sprocket wrestled in the grass. I noticed a covered swimming pool, a Jacuzzi, but what stood out to me was a fire hydrant.
The air smelled fresh, a hint of flowers. I breathed deep before I started to walk. I was halfway to Paul when the boys spotted me, rolled away from each other, aimed themselves at me. I stopped. They started to run.
"Boys, slow down, and behave yourselves," Paul said.
I was pleased by his orders and I saw them relent a little so I took a knee to greet them. Sprocket reached me first so I petted his face, stroked his neck. Puddles pushed against my other hand so I tried to pet him too but Sprocket quickly moved in the way, shouldered Puddles out of reach. It was fine until I lost track of Puddles and the next thing I knew his nose was between my ass cheeks. I giggled and jumped at the touch.
"Puddles you dirty boy get out of there," I said. But he didn't listen so I focused on my voice, my tone as I said, "Stop it now Puddles, come here." And the thing was he listened. He moved to my side, pushed against my hip. I stroked him a little until Paul got to his feet and told them to go back inside which they did obediently.
Paul and I walked after them until we got inside where they waited for us and we took the lead back to the living room. I went to the sofa. Paul resumed his seat in the chair. Sprocket got up beside me, stretched over my lap so I stroked his body. Puddles found my briefs and picked them up in his mouth. He shook them before rolling over on his back and continued to play with them. I smiled at what he was doing.
"What do you think? Are you okay with all of this?"
I was about to answer when I felt Sprocket take my dick in his mouth. I tensed at the feeling but quickly relaxed. He got it well lubricated and hard before going all the way down, taking me all the way into his mouth. Spit ran down over my balls, along my taint to my ass crack. I balled my fists and curled my toes.
"You haven't answered me."
"What was the question?"
"Are you okay with all of this?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I said.
Sprocket continued to suck my dick as Puddles played with my underwear. Paul watched us with a smile on his face. Just as I got used to the feeling of his warm mouth, spit running over my balls, he changed it. He began to suckle at the head as he pulled at my balls, stroked my shaft. I curled my toes as I lifted my ass. I felt the shift. I was getting close. And then it happened, a moment of bliss.
Puddles carried my underwear to me, set them over my crotch after Sprocket moved away. I relaxed into the sofa. This just might be good, I thought.
"Go ahead," Paul told them.
Puddles got down first and made his way to me slowly. Sprocket got down after him but was first to me, went right around and stuck his nose to my butt. I jumped a little at the feeling and almost thought to turn on him but Puddles closed on me, put his nose to my crotch. They tickled me as they moved about my body. At first it was just a thorough inspection but then they traded places before moving on to my extraneous regions like my hands and feet.
"If you want to keep your position as a house boy then this is the most important part, you must always show dominance. Respect them for their strengths and needs but you enforce the rules. Now I want you to start by giving them a few commands and get them to sit next to each other in front of me. If you can do that then you can play with them."
I swallowed hard at the thought of what he had just told me to do. These were two men behaving like pups. Puddles had a mischievous look and Sprocket had jumped onto my lap earlier. I cleared my throat.
"Okay boys, you heard him, go sit down."
They ignored me and continued to sniff. I bit my lip and curled my toes to think over what I had to do. If they were pups I would have to treat them that way.
"Stop it now. Puddles sit. Sprocket sit."
They did. Sprocket let out a moan followed by Puddles. I looked to Paul but he motioned for me to continue. I stepped from between them, walked to where Paul sat. I called them over one at a time and made them sit next to each other. I smiled at the easy victory.
"That wasn't so bad," I said.
Sprocket whined again. Puddles got low to the ground like he was going to crawl but instead he pissed, right there on the carpet, he pissed.
"Puddles no, bad boy," I said.
"It looks like you have your work cut out for you," Paul said.
He retrieved some towels and carpet cleaner, told me to clean up after Puddles, then he walked off with his two pups. I got down on my hands and knees, naked and half hard, and began to clean up the mess.
After I cleaned the rug I put away the supplies and went to join them outside. It was a little strange walking around naked at first, especially the thought of going outside but I figured if they could do it that it wouldn't be a problem for me. I was right. The backyard was as private as could be as it was surrounded by trees just like the driveway. Paul sat on a deck chair as Puddles and Sprocket wrestled in the grass. I noticed a covered swimming pool, a Jacuzzi, but what stood out to me was a fire hydrant.
The air smelled fresh, a hint of flowers. I breathed deep before I started to walk. I was halfway to Paul when the boys spotted me, rolled away from each other, aimed themselves at me. I stopped. They started to run.
"Boys, slow down, and behave yourselves," Paul said.
I was pleased by his orders and I saw them relent a little so I took a knee to greet them. Sprocket reached me first so I petted his face, stroked his neck. Puddles pushed against my other hand so I tried to pet him too but Sprocket quickly moved in the way, shouldered Puddles out of reach. It was fine until I lost track of Puddles and the next thing I knew his nose was between my ass cheeks. I giggled and jumped at the touch.
"Puddles you dirty boy get out of there," I said. But he didn't listen so I focused on my voice, my tone as I said, "Stop it now Puddles, come here." And the thing was he listened. He moved to my side, pushed against my hip. I stroked him a little until Paul got to his feet and told them to go back inside which they did obediently.
Paul and I walked after them until we got inside where they waited for us and we took the lead back to the living room. I went to the sofa. Paul resumed his seat in the chair. Sprocket got up beside me, stretched over my lap so I stroked his body. Puddles found my briefs and picked them up in his mouth. He shook them before rolling over on his back and continued to play with them. I smiled at what he was doing.
"What do you think? Are you okay with all of this?"
I was about to answer when I felt Sprocket take my dick in his mouth. I tensed at the feeling but quickly relaxed. He got it well lubricated and hard before going all the way down, taking me all the way into his mouth. Spit ran down over my balls, along my taint to my ass crack. I balled my fists and curled my toes.
"You haven't answered me."
"What was the question?"
"Are you okay with all of this?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I said.
Sprocket continued to suck my dick as Puddles played with my underwear. Paul watched us with a smile on his face. Just as I got used to the feeling of his warm mouth, spit running over my balls, he changed it. He began to suckle at the head as he pulled at my balls, stroked my shaft. I curled my toes as I lifted my ass. I felt the shift. I was getting close. And then it happened, a moment of bliss.
Puddles carried my underwear to me, set them over my crotch after Sprocket moved away. I relaxed into the sofa. This just might be good, I thought.
Caretaker at Pup House pt 2
We walked to the living room together. Paul showed me to a long sofa where I sat. Matt and Adam took up seats on either side of me. Paul stepped away to a single person chair. He sat and crossed his legs. I looked back and forth between all of them. Matt smelled of sweat while Adam smelled of soap. I dried my hands on my jeans in an attempt to flatten them and make sure my bit of an erection wasn't visible.
Paul started the conversation but I didn't participate much. It was more of a chance for me to get to know them. Matt told us about being a sculptor and how he makes extra money as a nude model and about his motorcycle. Adam told us about his job in sales for an electronics company. I was about to tell them about myself but I felt awkward and was relieved when Paul interrupted to ask if I'd be interested in seeing Matt dressed up in his gear. Matt sat up eagerly at the suggestion so I nodded and said that I would. Paul and Matt excused themselves and Adam sat with me for a while before asking if I was any good at pool. I told him I played at the community center during junior high and high school.
"Maybe a strip game," he said.
I bit my lip to try and hide my eagerness to see him naked but he saw my anxiety and laughed it off. We sat a few more minutes in silence until we heard a bark and the scampering of a man on all fours making his way to us as fast as he could. I looked to see him, naked except for a harness, his mask, and kneepads. A tail stuck out from his butt swayed with his movements. He headed straight for me so I sat back, my shoulders sunk into the padding as he raised up over my lap his hands on either side of my thighs. He stuck his nose right up to mine. I thought he was about to bump our noses together or lick me when I heard Paul in the doorway.
"Sprocket that's no way to greet guests. Get down."
He promptly pushed away from me, turned to show me his tail and tagged it. There it was, a tail stuck into his asshole, a persistent and continuous pressure. His ass, his legs, his whole body was gorgeous. I could barely make out his dick and balls until Paul gave him the commands to turn to me and sit. He did so obediently. He sat and he stared at me. His dick was right there on display, thick and long. He looked excited.
"Would you like to play with him?"
I couldn't speak but after a while I managed to nod my head. My face felt warm, my clothes loose and tight at the same time in all the wrong places. I had a full erection at the sight of him there and it was bent inside my underwear.
"Would you like to touch him?"
"Yes," I croaked.
Adam laughed a little but stopped himself by clearing his throat. Paul motioned for me to move to him so I did, mindful of my erection I bent over, squatted as if I was trying to stay on his level. I reached for his dick, wrapped my fingers around it. I pulled the foreskin back, his bulbous head was wet. I jerked him slowly as he opened his knees to me. I could feel him staring at me. They all were.
"That's enough, we don't want to over stimulate him," Paul said.
I pulled my hand away, fell to my knees there in front of him as my own dick continued to throb. I didn't want them to see me, my dick. Was this what it could be like? His dick bobbed as it continued to point at me.
"I think Adam is feeling left out. Would you like to help him go change?"
I looked up to Paul as he stared back at me. We looked each other in the eye. How good could this be? Just what was possible?
"How about it?" Paul asked.
"Could we?" Adam asked.
"Can I?" I asked.
"Of course, Adam show him the way."
"Come on," Adam said before he moved to me, took my hand, then pulled me to my feet. He led the way back through the house, past the expensive furniture, up the stairs, and down the long hallways. We finally came to a door. He pushed his way inside. His room was a mess. There were clothes and underwear all over the floor. He led me to the closet where he opened a few drawers. He took out a harness, a mask, and a tail.
"Do you want to help?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Why don't you undress me?"
It was my opportunity. With shaking hands I reached for his tie, pulled it loose. I unfastened each button, untucked his shirt. I ran my fingers up his cotton undershirt to his shoulders, pushed it off. It fell to the floor. I took hold of his belt, undid it. He smiled at me. I smiled back. My fingers felt steady as I unbuttoned his pants, opened his zipper. I took hold of each side of his pants, then pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them. I stood back up slowly to appreciate his milky thighs, the bulge in his white briefs, his flat stomach. I pinched his shirt from his body, raised it up to his armpits. He raised his arms so I pulled it up and off.
Down to his briefs just like I had on under my jeans he looked so vulnerable but his grin told me he wasn't just enjoying this but that he had more power in this situation than I did. The only mark on his body was nipple rings, or in fact barbells. I picked up his harness, noted its yellow color.
"What's your pup name?" I asked.
"Puddles," he answered.
I raised my eyebrows at the answer, so he was indeed into piss play. Just what was I getting myself into? Would he try to get me on my knees and piss on my chest, maybe my face? I had thought about it a few times in those fleeting, dark impulses but it seemed too far, too much.
Putting the harness on him was one thing, the mask something else, but when it came time for the tail I really had to stop and consider what I was doing. I stared at it for a long time, the size of it, the function of it. This tail would be stuck in his hole continuously stretching it. He'd wag it and sit on it but it wouldn't leave him. Not enough to hit the prostate, just there hanging onto him.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asked.
His voice was eager. He wanted it. He wanted me to stick it in him.
"I'm not really sure what to do. I've never done this before."
He told me where to find the lubricant, instructed me to rub some on the plug and then on his asshole. I was reluctant even after he bent over against the bed and spread his cheeks for me, but I did it. I pushed it inside of him.
Once it was in place he wagged back and forth before turning on me and barking a few times with excitement. I laughed as I pretended to be afraid. We teased each other a little before he ran off and I chased after him. Back through the house all the way to where Paul and Sprocket had been. They were on the sofa together, Paul sipped from a glass of wine. Sprocket was on his back with his head in Paul's lap, his knees up and open a little, his dick still hard.
Puddles dropped to his hands and knees, crawled over to Sprocket, put his nose to the other man's dick, then moved around to his asshole. Sprocket laughed at the feeling of it. I just stood there and watched in admiration. Paul stroked Sprocket's chest as Puddles climbed onto the sofa, moved between his knees, their hard dicks touched and rubbed against each other as they rubbed their noses together.
"What do you think?" Paul asked.
"It's been fun. I don't know. I guess I'm overwhelmed."
"Is it something you could get used to?" he asked.
"Very much so," I replied.
"I was thinking about what you said about being unemployed. It's been a while but we could really use a house boy. It's difficult to find one who is as open minded as we need. Would you be interested?"
"Full-time?"
"The boys would like to have someone around. It would make things easier for me."
"Okay," I said.
"Now it's your turn. Why don't you show us what we'd be getting?"
Paul started the conversation but I didn't participate much. It was more of a chance for me to get to know them. Matt told us about being a sculptor and how he makes extra money as a nude model and about his motorcycle. Adam told us about his job in sales for an electronics company. I was about to tell them about myself but I felt awkward and was relieved when Paul interrupted to ask if I'd be interested in seeing Matt dressed up in his gear. Matt sat up eagerly at the suggestion so I nodded and said that I would. Paul and Matt excused themselves and Adam sat with me for a while before asking if I was any good at pool. I told him I played at the community center during junior high and high school.
"Maybe a strip game," he said.
I bit my lip to try and hide my eagerness to see him naked but he saw my anxiety and laughed it off. We sat a few more minutes in silence until we heard a bark and the scampering of a man on all fours making his way to us as fast as he could. I looked to see him, naked except for a harness, his mask, and kneepads. A tail stuck out from his butt swayed with his movements. He headed straight for me so I sat back, my shoulders sunk into the padding as he raised up over my lap his hands on either side of my thighs. He stuck his nose right up to mine. I thought he was about to bump our noses together or lick me when I heard Paul in the doorway.
"Sprocket that's no way to greet guests. Get down."
He promptly pushed away from me, turned to show me his tail and tagged it. There it was, a tail stuck into his asshole, a persistent and continuous pressure. His ass, his legs, his whole body was gorgeous. I could barely make out his dick and balls until Paul gave him the commands to turn to me and sit. He did so obediently. He sat and he stared at me. His dick was right there on display, thick and long. He looked excited.
"Would you like to play with him?"
I couldn't speak but after a while I managed to nod my head. My face felt warm, my clothes loose and tight at the same time in all the wrong places. I had a full erection at the sight of him there and it was bent inside my underwear.
"Would you like to touch him?"
"Yes," I croaked.
Adam laughed a little but stopped himself by clearing his throat. Paul motioned for me to move to him so I did, mindful of my erection I bent over, squatted as if I was trying to stay on his level. I reached for his dick, wrapped my fingers around it. I pulled the foreskin back, his bulbous head was wet. I jerked him slowly as he opened his knees to me. I could feel him staring at me. They all were.
"That's enough, we don't want to over stimulate him," Paul said.
I pulled my hand away, fell to my knees there in front of him as my own dick continued to throb. I didn't want them to see me, my dick. Was this what it could be like? His dick bobbed as it continued to point at me.
"I think Adam is feeling left out. Would you like to help him go change?"
I looked up to Paul as he stared back at me. We looked each other in the eye. How good could this be? Just what was possible?
"How about it?" Paul asked.
"Could we?" Adam asked.
"Can I?" I asked.
"Of course, Adam show him the way."
"Come on," Adam said before he moved to me, took my hand, then pulled me to my feet. He led the way back through the house, past the expensive furniture, up the stairs, and down the long hallways. We finally came to a door. He pushed his way inside. His room was a mess. There were clothes and underwear all over the floor. He led me to the closet where he opened a few drawers. He took out a harness, a mask, and a tail.
"Do you want to help?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Why don't you undress me?"
It was my opportunity. With shaking hands I reached for his tie, pulled it loose. I unfastened each button, untucked his shirt. I ran my fingers up his cotton undershirt to his shoulders, pushed it off. It fell to the floor. I took hold of his belt, undid it. He smiled at me. I smiled back. My fingers felt steady as I unbuttoned his pants, opened his zipper. I took hold of each side of his pants, then pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them. I stood back up slowly to appreciate his milky thighs, the bulge in his white briefs, his flat stomach. I pinched his shirt from his body, raised it up to his armpits. He raised his arms so I pulled it up and off.
Down to his briefs just like I had on under my jeans he looked so vulnerable but his grin told me he wasn't just enjoying this but that he had more power in this situation than I did. The only mark on his body was nipple rings, or in fact barbells. I picked up his harness, noted its yellow color.
"What's your pup name?" I asked.
"Puddles," he answered.
I raised my eyebrows at the answer, so he was indeed into piss play. Just what was I getting myself into? Would he try to get me on my knees and piss on my chest, maybe my face? I had thought about it a few times in those fleeting, dark impulses but it seemed too far, too much.
Putting the harness on him was one thing, the mask something else, but when it came time for the tail I really had to stop and consider what I was doing. I stared at it for a long time, the size of it, the function of it. This tail would be stuck in his hole continuously stretching it. He'd wag it and sit on it but it wouldn't leave him. Not enough to hit the prostate, just there hanging onto him.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asked.
His voice was eager. He wanted it. He wanted me to stick it in him.
"I'm not really sure what to do. I've never done this before."
He told me where to find the lubricant, instructed me to rub some on the plug and then on his asshole. I was reluctant even after he bent over against the bed and spread his cheeks for me, but I did it. I pushed it inside of him.
Once it was in place he wagged back and forth before turning on me and barking a few times with excitement. I laughed as I pretended to be afraid. We teased each other a little before he ran off and I chased after him. Back through the house all the way to where Paul and Sprocket had been. They were on the sofa together, Paul sipped from a glass of wine. Sprocket was on his back with his head in Paul's lap, his knees up and open a little, his dick still hard.
Puddles dropped to his hands and knees, crawled over to Sprocket, put his nose to the other man's dick, then moved around to his asshole. Sprocket laughed at the feeling of it. I just stood there and watched in admiration. Paul stroked Sprocket's chest as Puddles climbed onto the sofa, moved between his knees, their hard dicks touched and rubbed against each other as they rubbed their noses together.
"What do you think?" Paul asked.
"It's been fun. I don't know. I guess I'm overwhelmed."
"Is it something you could get used to?" he asked.
"Very much so," I replied.
"I was thinking about what you said about being unemployed. It's been a while but we could really use a house boy. It's difficult to find one who is as open minded as we need. Would you be interested?"
"Full-time?"
"The boys would like to have someone around. It would make things easier for me."
"Okay," I said.
"Now it's your turn. Why don't you show us what we'd be getting?"
Caretaker at Pup House pt 1
The day I quit my job at the Burger Train I felt pretty good, ecstatic really, I told my boss to go fuck himself and walked out with my shoulders high. Two weeks later as I sat in a gay bar with my head in my hands, fingers entangled in my mop of dirty blonde hair I was pretty miserable because I couldn't find a job. I had a few hundred dollars left in my savings account and not much in my checking but I was buying myself drinks as I tried to come up with a plan.
Piss drunk I got to my feet and drifted back to the men's room. I pushed my way inside, went to the trough and unzipped. I untucked my dick through the opening in my briefs and started to piss when l looked up to the wall and saw a unique advertisement written in black marker.
Caretaker Needed for Pups
Grown men who get together on the weekends, some weekdays, and holidays. Looking for kind handler. xxx-xxxx
I took a photo of the ad with my phone because I thought it would be a sort of laugh. I thought I'd text it to a few friends, maybe post it to social media. One of those kinky things that could only be found in a gay bar. I put my phone away, made my way out to the bar and finished my drink before I left. It was a short walk to my basement apartment in my parent's house. I crawled into my unmade bed and fell asleep.
Four hours later I woke up, drool on my pillow and I smelled like a brewery. I got to my feet, stripped off my clothes as I made my way to the toilet. I did my business then got into the shower, soaped and rinsed off, washed my hair. Every part of my lean, skinny body felt clean and I had a need so I jerked off quickly.
My legs felt squid like as I made my way back to the bed with a towel around my waist. I sat on the edge of it and started to look through my clothes when I remembered the ad on my phone. I got it out, got to the ad, read it over again. It was funny at first but I couldn't bring myself to send it. It had someone's phone number. I opened the editor, readied to wipe it out but I couldn't make the swipe. There was something about it. Someone, some people looking for someone else to play a role. I typed the number into my phone, made the call.
"Hello, this is Paul," a man said.
"Hi, my name's Brad. I uh, saw your ad on the men's room wall. Is it real?"
"Why don't we meet somewhere and talk?"
"Yeah, sounds good."
"Afterwards if you feel up to it we can go back to my house to talk."
We met at a coffee shop within walking distance from where I lived. He told me he'd be wearing a mauve polo shirt. I told him I'd be dressed in my usual white t-shirt and jeans. He greeted me with a handshake, looked me over. I kind of felt like a piece of meat but I was doing the same. He was handsome, taller than me by a few inches, well groomed. He smelled of musky cologne, the type of smell that was good to wake up to in the morning. He had an easy smile, muscled forearms. I couldn't tell his age, maybe mid-thirties, at least ten years older than my twenty.
He made me feel at ease as he ushered me to the line where he offered to buy me a coffee. I accepted but ordered a small latte trying to remain polite. After my drink was made we walked to a table by the window where he had been sitting, there was a cup of coffee and an electronic tablet.
"I know it's a weird place to leave an ad, especially with my phone number, but my friend Matt did it. He's a bit impulsive."
"It got my attention," I said.
"Do you have any experience in this kind of thing?"
"Uh, not really, but I'm open minded, you know. I'm not judgemental."
"Are you in college?"
"Community, and I worked at a fast-food place but I quit recently."
"Really?"
"I'm looking for something better, something different."
We fell into an easy conversation after that. We talked about different things. He told me about his work as a manager at an investment fund. I told him about my film studies and my interest in the history of the studio system. I was at ease with him. I felt a connection and that he genuinely wanted to be with me so when he asked if I'd like go to his house I agreed.
"Listen, the thing is I live with a couple of people, Matt who I told you about and Adam. They're both home and eager to meet you. How would you like to meet them?"
"Yeah, sounds good," I said.
He made a quick call to let them know we'd be there soon as we walked out of the shop to his car, a red Mustang. The whole drive there I couldn't help but think of what his house would be like and the two men I'd meet. Would they greet me at the door on all fours with those pup masks on? Would they try to lick me or maybe even sniff my crotch? I was anxious about it but told myself I had to be brave enough to see it through, to have the experience.
It was a quick drive out of town on the highway, each car we passed, each light we passed meant I was getting farther away from home. He was an aggressive driver but not risky. He turned on the radio and I fell into the calm, passive state I usually achieve when someone I trust is driving. Far away from the city he pulled off the highway to a development area. We passed several newly built homes until we reached a gated community. I thought for sure we'd pass it but we didn't. He even had identification to show the guard. Just how rich is he? Just how rich are they?
He drove us through the sprawling neighborhood until we got to what felt like the last houses, the biggest houses, houses with walls and fences around them. Walls within walls, I thought as he opened the gate with a swipe of a badge. He drove up a winding path through trees and finally it was there. His house and it was larger than I could have imagined. He pulled in front, got out and started to the house but I didn't move. I was stunned and it took him coming back and opening the car door to snap me from it.
As we walked he put a comforting arm around me and asked if I was okay. I welcomed the touch and told him that I was but I was lying and I think he knew it. The front door was opened before we even got to it. In the well lit opening were two young men with their arms around each other. They looked so friendly, so eager, kind of like pups. Each of them extended a hand to me and introduced himself.
Matt was a bit of a punk with a mohawk, piercings, and tattoos, a band around his forearm made me think he might be into fisting. He wore a sleeveless, muscle shirt that looked as if he'd made it himself. I could see his bare sides, his muscle and hints of more tattoos. It gave me a chubby.
Adam was more of a choir boy, a mop of blonde hair and he was dressed in a button down white shirt and slacks. He looked to be my age. And there was something mischievous in his eyes.
Piss drunk I got to my feet and drifted back to the men's room. I pushed my way inside, went to the trough and unzipped. I untucked my dick through the opening in my briefs and started to piss when l looked up to the wall and saw a unique advertisement written in black marker.
Caretaker Needed for Pups
Grown men who get together on the weekends, some weekdays, and holidays. Looking for kind handler. xxx-xxxx
I took a photo of the ad with my phone because I thought it would be a sort of laugh. I thought I'd text it to a few friends, maybe post it to social media. One of those kinky things that could only be found in a gay bar. I put my phone away, made my way out to the bar and finished my drink before I left. It was a short walk to my basement apartment in my parent's house. I crawled into my unmade bed and fell asleep.
Four hours later I woke up, drool on my pillow and I smelled like a brewery. I got to my feet, stripped off my clothes as I made my way to the toilet. I did my business then got into the shower, soaped and rinsed off, washed my hair. Every part of my lean, skinny body felt clean and I had a need so I jerked off quickly.
My legs felt squid like as I made my way back to the bed with a towel around my waist. I sat on the edge of it and started to look through my clothes when I remembered the ad on my phone. I got it out, got to the ad, read it over again. It was funny at first but I couldn't bring myself to send it. It had someone's phone number. I opened the editor, readied to wipe it out but I couldn't make the swipe. There was something about it. Someone, some people looking for someone else to play a role. I typed the number into my phone, made the call.
"Hello, this is Paul," a man said.
"Hi, my name's Brad. I uh, saw your ad on the men's room wall. Is it real?"
"Why don't we meet somewhere and talk?"
"Yeah, sounds good."
"Afterwards if you feel up to it we can go back to my house to talk."
We met at a coffee shop within walking distance from where I lived. He told me he'd be wearing a mauve polo shirt. I told him I'd be dressed in my usual white t-shirt and jeans. He greeted me with a handshake, looked me over. I kind of felt like a piece of meat but I was doing the same. He was handsome, taller than me by a few inches, well groomed. He smelled of musky cologne, the type of smell that was good to wake up to in the morning. He had an easy smile, muscled forearms. I couldn't tell his age, maybe mid-thirties, at least ten years older than my twenty.
He made me feel at ease as he ushered me to the line where he offered to buy me a coffee. I accepted but ordered a small latte trying to remain polite. After my drink was made we walked to a table by the window where he had been sitting, there was a cup of coffee and an electronic tablet.
"I know it's a weird place to leave an ad, especially with my phone number, but my friend Matt did it. He's a bit impulsive."
"It got my attention," I said.
"Do you have any experience in this kind of thing?"
"Uh, not really, but I'm open minded, you know. I'm not judgemental."
"Are you in college?"
"Community, and I worked at a fast-food place but I quit recently."
"Really?"
"I'm looking for something better, something different."
We fell into an easy conversation after that. We talked about different things. He told me about his work as a manager at an investment fund. I told him about my film studies and my interest in the history of the studio system. I was at ease with him. I felt a connection and that he genuinely wanted to be with me so when he asked if I'd like go to his house I agreed.
"Listen, the thing is I live with a couple of people, Matt who I told you about and Adam. They're both home and eager to meet you. How would you like to meet them?"
"Yeah, sounds good," I said.
He made a quick call to let them know we'd be there soon as we walked out of the shop to his car, a red Mustang. The whole drive there I couldn't help but think of what his house would be like and the two men I'd meet. Would they greet me at the door on all fours with those pup masks on? Would they try to lick me or maybe even sniff my crotch? I was anxious about it but told myself I had to be brave enough to see it through, to have the experience.
It was a quick drive out of town on the highway, each car we passed, each light we passed meant I was getting farther away from home. He was an aggressive driver but not risky. He turned on the radio and I fell into the calm, passive state I usually achieve when someone I trust is driving. Far away from the city he pulled off the highway to a development area. We passed several newly built homes until we reached a gated community. I thought for sure we'd pass it but we didn't. He even had identification to show the guard. Just how rich is he? Just how rich are they?
He drove us through the sprawling neighborhood until we got to what felt like the last houses, the biggest houses, houses with walls and fences around them. Walls within walls, I thought as he opened the gate with a swipe of a badge. He drove up a winding path through trees and finally it was there. His house and it was larger than I could have imagined. He pulled in front, got out and started to the house but I didn't move. I was stunned and it took him coming back and opening the car door to snap me from it.
As we walked he put a comforting arm around me and asked if I was okay. I welcomed the touch and told him that I was but I was lying and I think he knew it. The front door was opened before we even got to it. In the well lit opening were two young men with their arms around each other. They looked so friendly, so eager, kind of like pups. Each of them extended a hand to me and introduced himself.
Matt was a bit of a punk with a mohawk, piercings, and tattoos, a band around his forearm made me think he might be into fisting. He wore a sleeveless, muscle shirt that looked as if he'd made it himself. I could see his bare sides, his muscle and hints of more tattoos. It gave me a chubby.
Adam was more of a choir boy, a mop of blonde hair and he was dressed in a button down white shirt and slacks. He looked to be my age. And there was something mischievous in his eyes.
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