Act Your Age Ch 10 - All Day Long

After my bath Mr. Grant helped me dry off, then brush and floss my teeth before taking me to his bed where he had me lay face down to wait for him as he went back to the bathroom and stripped off his clothes.  The door was still open and I could see into the room from where I laid.  I watched him move about naked.  His limp dick swayed as he moved.  It was enough to give me a hard on.  I studied his form as best I could, made out his round ass, the small of his back, the way his muscles stretched over his chest when he stretched to turn on the shower.  He stepped inside and I looked away as I listened to the water running over him.  I wanted to be there with him but I thought about my bath and I knew it wasn’t appropriate, not yet.

I fell asleep as I listened to him only to be awoken minutes later by him gently touching my shoulder.  He told me he was going to apply more cream to my butt and that I couldn’t pull the sheets over me for the night because he didn’t want them to get stained.  I had this fear that I would do it anyway out of habit and it would be one more thing to be punished for yet I agreed somehow thinking it would be better for my ass.

The cream felt cool like before and he covered the entirety of my bruised skin.  When he finished I missed his touch as he put the container away, washed his hands, and retrieved a pair of boxers.  I suddenly realized I would be lucky just to be sleeping next to him.  I watched as he pulled the material up over his ass and smiled.  He would be mine, at least in some manner of speaking, at least temporarily.  The bed shifted with his weight, he pulled the overs over himself, smiled to me, and then turned out the lights.

It was one of the few nights in my life until then that I slept on my stomach.  The few other times I had been placed in a recovery position after drinking too much alcohol.    Sleeping in a strange bed was not new to me and yet my sleep was restless.  Occasionally I woke through the night worried that I had done something wrong like rolled over onto my side or my back, that I had gotten the cream on his sheets.  My ass throbbed.  I wasn’t quite sure which had woken me as I usually felt both things at the same time.  I was barely cognizant of my dick leaking cum onto his sheets as my dick was pressed up towards my belly.

The next morning I was awake before him, propped up on my elbows to watch him sleep.  Suddenly his alarm went off and he came alive.  He looked to me.  I could see his brown eyes clearly, his five o’clock shadow, and his smile.  He was delighted to see me.  He sat up a little into me and we kissed briefly on the lips, just a happy peck, before he pulled away and got out of bed.

Never before had the past stayed with me so completely.  I reached to my butt, rubbed the side where I thought it would be dry.  The sensations of pain were almost pleasurable and as I thought about how I had gotten them it felt even better.  I had been over his lap.  I had been spanked.  I had been completely vulnerable to him physically and yet he had not taken advantage of it.  He had been mildly respectful of my situation.  It wasn’t that he just wanted to use me, degrade me, and then get rid of me.  I had seen the look in his eyes when he woke up to see me.  Even if the kiss had been simple it was still meaningful.

I heard him start the shower and I remembered my need to urinate so I sprung to my feet, dashed to the bathroom where he stood naked testing the water.  It was the same that I had seen the night before, hours before really, and yet it was a more enjoyable sight.  He was uncircumcised and limp it was bigger than my own.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Good,” I said.  “I uh, need to use the toilet.”

“Do you want privacy?”

“Not really, just didn’t want to flush when you were in the shower,” I said.

“That’s considerate,” he replied.

I smiled and nodded to him.  I knew something had to be done.  I knew I was supposed to do something and yet being there with him in that moment felt so good as we looked over each other’s naked bodies.  He motioned for me to continue with what I needed to do so I stepped to the toilet.

“You should really wash that off,” he said.

I looked over my shoulder.

“Want to join me?” he asked.

“Of course,” I said before finishing, then shaking off the last drop.

He ushered me into the shower, moved behind me.  Our bodies were inches apart.  When he asked if the water temperature was okay I told him no just to feel him stretch past me to adjust it.  I agreed as soon as he moved the handle a little.  We were closer.  It was electric, as if I could feel him and yet not really.  Then he put his hands on my shoulders and a shiver ran down my spine.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine, just not good in the morning,” I said.

It was partially true, at least not until I had a couple cigarettes.  I remembered my habit and how Mr. Grant didn’t approve.  He didn’t expect me to quit cold turkey, I thought and I told myself I have a few later.

“Turn around,” he said.

I did and he took my hands, pulled them up to his muscled chest, lay them flat against his pectorals.  It was the first time I had touched him so intimately.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said.

I gulped.  Did he mean I was worried about another spanking?  I was.  But I was also worried about something else.  I was afraid of making a fool of myself, assuming something that wasn’t yet offered.  I ran my hands down his body to his waist, then back up under the muscles to feel the curve of them.  My fingers brushed over his nipples a little and he smiled at me.

“I can’t take too long this morning.  I have to be somewhere.”

“Oh,” I said.

“I have a meeting.  It’s about my restaurant.”

“No problem,” I said.

He turned me away from him and began to wash me.  He soaped my shoulders, my back, my ass, and my thighs.  I wanted him to kiss me right in the small of the back.  I wanted him to run his tongue up my spine.  He didn’t.  He was professional.  After he finished with my backside he handed me the bar of soap and told me to do the rest as he started to wash his hair.  Our romantic moment was over.

Once we were both clean from head to toe he turned off the water, stepped out, and took hold of a towel.  I wanted him to dry me like the night before but he started with himself.  When he saw my hesitation he handed me a second towel that I used before wrapping it around my waist.  He dropped his and went to the bedroom where he set about getting dressed.  I stepped into the room to watch him but I suddenly felt foolish as I realized we were still strangers and I was in his home.  He wasn’t going to leave me here all day and he had somewhere he needed to be.  There was somewhere I needed to be, class.

“My clothes,” I said.

“In the drawer,” he replied as he pointed.  “Don’t forget about the briefs he said.”

I had.  He had.  I had slept naked all night.  He must have put them away when he saw me asleep.  I thought to ask where they were but I thought I would just open the drawer instead and see if they were there.  It was mostly empty, my jeans, my shirt, and my boxers were folded neatly next to the new underwear he had bought me and it looked pathetic.  I pulled the foreign white fabric out.  It looked ridiculously small in my hands but I had little choice in the matter.  I stepped into them, pulled them up my thighs, over my ass gently.

It was strangely rewarding to feel them snugly around my genitals, the way they felt between my thighs and along my waist.  I had always worn boxers since I was little so it was completely new to me.  I had always thought of briefs as a man’s version of panties or something poor kids wore.  There were only a few boys who ever wore them in the locker room when we changed for gym, but that was years ago.  I touched my crotch where the fabric formed around my dick and balls.  It was an exciting feeling.

“What are your plans for the day?” he asked.

“Oh uh,” I said as I was pulled from my reverie.  “I have class at two o’clock.”

“It’s going to be tough,” he said, “but you know it will be worth it.”

“Yes sir,” I said.  “What are you up to this morning?”

“Going over menus with my business partners,” he said.

I could tell by the way he said it that it would be annoying, maybe a slow process.  How many partners did he have?  Where did he get the money for a restaurant?  Why didn’t he start his own?

“It’s annoying but it has to be done,” he said as he finished buttoning his shirt.

He picked up his tie and I realized I was still in my underwear.  I took out my jeans and pulled them on, then my shirt, and finally I found my socks.  I hopped from foot to foot to pull them over my feet.  After I finished I realized he had watched me the whole time and I looked to him.

“Sorry, it was amusing to watch your little dance.  Why didn’t you sit down?”

I gently patted my butt thinking he was being sarcastic but when I saw the look on his face I knew it was more forgetfulness than sarcasm.  I realized we were both about to go our separate ways but I wanted to stay there.  I wanted to pull off his clothes, my clothes, crawl back into bed, and just be with him.  As I thought abut that impossible act I realized we would be apart and there were no plans to get back together.  Could I come back after class?  Would we have dinner together?  Had I moved in or was it a one night thing?

Before I could stop myself I blurted out, “What are you doing afterwards?” and looking to him desperately.  I felt as if I had just spent the night at a friends house when I was younger, those strange bonds that are at risk of breaking.  He looked to me and smiled.

“Do you want to get together this evening?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“How about a movie?”

I nodded.

“You just have to be a good boy.  Make yourself busy today.  Have you done all your homework?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Well then I want you to look for a job.  Don’t goof off on the computer.  No drinking, no smoking, and no jerking off.”

“All day?  What if I just rub one out real quick?  You could help me?”

“No,” Grant said.

“I’ll be too horny to focus,” Simon said.  “I jerk off like three or four times a day.”

“Maybe I should get you a chastity cage,” Grant said.

“No, I’ll be good,” Simon said.  “I promise.”

“Take it easy today but be responsible,” Grant said.

“I will,” Simon said before I thought about one thing.

I furrowed my brow.  I could live with most of those demands but one felt problematic.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Could I have at least one cigarette?”

“Two, but make them good,” he said.

I nodded.  He crossed the room to me, kissed me on the lips, and then wrapped his arm around my waist.  The kiss was too short again but I didn’t go back at him.  The hand on me was enough, though I was disappointed it was to usher me out.

“If we keep this up I’ll never get there on time,” he said.

He led me to the main door where he opened it and I stepped out onto the porch.  I looked back to him and he gave me another kiss before stepping back and closing the door.  My hand went to the back of my neck as I looked to the porch.  Everything felt so good despite my ass and I was going to do it again.  A bond was forming between us.

The walk home felt as if I was stretching some elastic band between us.  I could almost still feel his lips, smell his cologne.  I opened the door to the house afraid of finding my parents at the kitchen table or in the living room but was glad to find that they had slept in so I headed up to my room.  My first thought was to my promise to look for a job so I picked up my laptop and went to my desk.  I sat at the desk chair tentatively.  My ass hurt when the skin stretched.  The muscles ached as I rested on them.  It was almost negligible until a few minutes passed and I began to shift from one cheek to the other.  I didn’t want to give in easily but it felt unnecessary so I went to my bed and laid on my stomach.

I found a few jobs easily and marked the pages before I got distracted with my social sites until it was late in the morning and I realized I needed a nap.  I set the alarm on my phone and put my head in a pillow still face down.  The feeling on my chest was almost exactly what I felt across his lap and I got excited about it, but then I remembered he had told me no jerking off so I thought about something else until I fell asleep.

When I woke up to my alarm it was easy enough for me to make it to the bus as usual where I had one smoke as I waited.  Despite the empty seats I stood.  I made it all the way to class without thinking about my butt once until I saw the wooden seats in the auditorium.  I decided to use my jacket as a pillow right away but try and make it look like just a casual thing.  No one would know what I had done, what had done been done to me, but they might make some assumptions.  Spanking wasn’t what I thought of though, I thought they would think it was my asshole from getting fucked.

I could hardly sit through lecture.  I shifted on my seat constantly, went to the restroom when I thought I could, and appreciated the break we got after the first hour.  I walked, I stood, and it was difficult not to smoke.  I kept thinking of Mr. Grant.  Would he ask me?  Would he spank me?  Could I lie to him?

After class I headed right back home instead of trying to look for Tucker or some other distraction.  I waited in my bedroom, face down staring at my computer until I heard his car door close.  I got up and went to the window where I watched him go inside and I wanted to run over but I stopped myself.  I forced myself to wait an half hour before I decided that I could possibly lie to him and say that I hadn’t seen him pull in but was glad to see him.

I made my way over to his front door where I knocked with my cane.  He answered the door moments later, his tie was undone and he wasn’t wearing shoes.  He invited me inside.  I stepped into the house but he barely made room for me so that we were chest to chest.  I could smell his cologne.  I wanted to kiss his neck but I stopped myself.  He moved his lips to my ear.

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Want to watch a movie?”

“No sir,” I said.

His hands went to my shirt where he pulled it up to my belly button before they went back to my belt where he unfastened it, pulled it out.  I thought for a moment he would spank me with it but he dropped it on the floor.  He undid my jeans.  I kicked off my shoes.  He reached inside my denim to my ass, my brief clad ass.  It hurt when he grabbed me there but it was almost a good kind of pain because he pulled me into a kiss.  This time it was wet and I kissed him back, forced his lips apart until our tongues touched.  He pulled my shirt up over my shoulders, then our lips parted as he pulled it off.  I thought we’d go right back to kissing but he sunk to his knees, pulled my jeans down, and I stepped out of them.

I was down to my socks and underwear.  My dick was leaking and hard.  He pulled down the front, grabbed my ass again and took me into his mouth.  He controlled my pace until he brought me to a climax in his mouth.  I looked down to him and he looked up to me.  We stared each other in the eye.

“What brought that on?” I asked.

“It was a long day,” he said.  “Still don’t want to watch a movie?”

It felt as if something had passed, our needs had been sated and so I agreed to watch a movie.  Minutes later we were both on his living room couch, spooned together in our underwear watching a forgettable comedy.