One Night Stand

He caught my eye from across the bar, cliché I know, but that’s how these things happen.  He was shirtless with a leather harness that showed off his round, muscled pecs that were covered in sweat from him dancing on the floor with his friends.  I wanted to be the sweat on that bit of muscle near the nipple, no I wanted to lick the sweat from that muscle, maybe even play with it a little, tease it until I could feel it rub between my lips.  One then the other, I wanted to pinch and rub them before slipping down his abs with my tongue to bite at the band of his underwear.  His jean shorts were barely being held up by his narrow waist, pop the button and drop them, down on my knees I’d bury my nose against his balls and look up into his brown eyes.  I wanted all those things, but I simply readjusted the hard-on in my pants then nudged my glasses up my nose before taking a long drink from my beer to let it dull my senses and comfortably settle me into reality.

Being at the bar was my reality check for the evening.  It didn’t take much, just a look, and I knew the guys weren’t interested.  When it’s there it’s real, it feels magnetic, but most of the time it didn’t amount to much because I lost my nerve.  The guy in the leather harness was the worst of it.  He was out of my league.  I nearly licked the roof of my mouth just thinking about him.  He had this look in his eyes, the look of a hunter, it was too much for me.  And the leather harness didn’t help.

Normally I was vanilla, really vanilla, because it was all I could get.  My biggest risk was giving a guy a blow job in a men’s room of a gay bar.  My boyfriend of 16 months didn’t like anything kinky.  He said he was an egalitarian and didn’t like to cause suffering.  All these thoughts were running through my brain when I felt someone behind me, a bare arm brushed past me and a right hand was laid flat on the wood next to my drink.  It was larger than my own, much larger, and muscled.  I felt the warmth of his body as he stood behind me, his chest almost touched my back.

“Are you having a good time?”

My dick got hard.  I could feel his breath on my ear and it smelled of mint and liquor.  I began to sit up but when I rubbed into him I hunched down again.

“Yes,” the word escaped me, squeaked out, “yes,” I repeated to attempt to sound more calm and in control.  I wasn’t.  He leaned into me and signaled for the bartender, two beers.  I almost leaned my head back onto his shoulder but stopped myself.

“Do you like my harness?”

“Yes,” I said.

“What’re you looking for?”

“I’m not sure what you-”

The bartender set down two beers.

“I saw you checking me out.  I like your glasses.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“I like a guy in glasses.”

“That’s a weird fetish,” I said before I really thought about it.  There were times to be sarcastic, this wasn’t one of them.  I groaned and shrunk down some more when he leaned into me to pick up his beer.  He took a long drink then set it back down.

When his body left mine I found myself pressing back into him, his left hand moved to my side.  He took hold of my waist.  Was he feeling me up or was it just a casual, unconscious gesture?  I worried about the latter.  He would feel that I didn’t have any muscles and he would know why I wasn’t dancing shirtless like him.

“You’re cute,” he said.  “Do you dance?”

“No,” I said.  I felt this instant dread.  He was losing interest.  I gulped and took another drink.  But he pressed into me again and I could smell him.  I could smell his sweat and I loved it.

“What do you do?”

I opened my mouth to speak but it went dry.  This was getting awkward and I was the cause.  Could I be this lucky that someone so handsome would be flirting with me?  Was it luck, interest, or desperation?  An answer came to my mind but I suppressed it for a moment.  I really did try to think of something else to say, but then I spoke.

“Drink and fuck,” I replied.

He laughed a little, a little more than the polite laugh I expected.  I felt like I was melting just from the heat of his body.  If I just leaned back his sweat would rub into my shirt, then I’d be able to smell it when I jerked off later, I thought.  But I felt him get comfortable behind me and I knew he was there to stay, at least for a while, until I scared him away.

“You get right to the point.  So will I, listen, my friends are taking off.  Should I tell them to wait for me or should I tell them I’ve met someone?”

“Well, I don’t even know your name,” I replied.

“Max,” he said.

“Nigel,” I replied.

“Is that good enough or do you want my profile?”

I choked on my next drink and he put a comforting hand on my back.  He rubbed at my shoulder, strong at first but he worked into the muscle and I relaxed into his grip.  I felt his hot breath on my ear again.  I gripped the bottle tight, felt the drips of condensation on my skin.  This was real.  But was he really the guy I’d seen?  I turned on my stool.  I was face to face with him, with his muscles.  I was breathless, my knees weak.  He finished his beer and I watched a little spill out from his lips, down over his chin.  When he finished he looked away to his friends and gave them a wink.  They seemed to acknowledge his accomplishment.  I just felt hard, really hard.

“What do you say?”

“What-”

“Let’s get out of here,” he said.

He took hold of my hand and I didn’t refuse.  I wanted him to take hold of me and he did.  He pulled me to my feet, put his arm around my shoulders.  He held me against him, his sweat soaked into my t-shirt.  His smell was on me now too.  He led me out of the bar and to the parking lot where he opened his trunk and pulled out a shirt.  I looked to him in the orange glow of the street light.  He was gorgeous, broad shouldered, muscled, a strong jaw, his hair was high and tight like a soldier or cop.

“I dare you to drive without it,” I said.

He smirked as he walked to the driver’s side door.  He opened it, threw his shirt into the backseat, then unlocked my door.  I got inside and he sat next to me.  His arm brushed against mine on the armrest.  We could barely see each other in the shadows as we sat there.

“Your place or mine?” I asked.

He reached down to my thigh, his hand brushed against my dick through my jeans, moved the fabric just enough that I could feel the ejaculate that had leaked had gotten cold.  I felt it on my balls.  My dick slipped along the fabric of my underwear, between the opening to my jeans.  He rubbed at it.

“Who said we have to go anywhere?”

“It’s just that I took the bus-”

“So what?”

He unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper until my dick was out, right there in his car, my dick was out.  He leaned into me.  He kissed me on the lips.  I kissed him back.  He took hold of my dick, wrapped his fingers around it and I had inches to spare.  My left hand went to his back, touched that spot between his muscles.  My right hand went to his shoulder, to his neck, my fingers stretched up into the hair at the back of his scalp.

“I love nerdy guys with big dicks,” he said between kisses.

“Who said I’m a nerd,” I replied back.

“You’re so cute when you’re insecure.”

“Shut up and suck my dick,” I said.

And he did.  He went down on me.  I felt my lubricated dick between his lips and into that warm and wet hole.  He took all of me slowly and deliberately until I felt I was about to lose myself.  He sucked until he gagged on it, then he slurped it up before he pulled away to kiss me on the lips.  He pulled at my shirt but I stopped him.

“Come on,” he said.

“The shirt stays,” I said.

“Don’t be such a prude.”

“No.”

He looked me in the eyes.

“Suck it,” I said before I pulled him back down.  He took it back into his mouth.  He sucked and jerked me until I had no choice, I felt it in my feet which balled up as my body began to spasm.  I bucked and stuck my hips into the air.  It felt as if my dick was being torn from me.  I emptied myself into his mouth, my dick lurched back and forth against his lips.  He sat up, showed me the cum in his mouth, then he moved to kiss me but I stopped him.

“Is it over?”

He kissed me and I could taste myself, warm and tingly it slipped down my throat as his tongue explored my mouth.  I felt at his body, felt over his muscles.  He pushed me away a little.  He knew just how much I liked his muscles.  He knew and he liked it.  He held my face in his hands.

“It’s just beginning,” he said.

“How far does this go?” I asked.

“As far as you want,” he said, “I’ve got all night.”

“Okay,” I said.

He kissed me again before he turned away and started the car.  I tucked myself back into my jeans and zipped up.  He was just as aggressive driving as he had been with me, but not dangerous, just fast and determined.  You have to be that kind of driver in the city, I thought, no one has time for your uncertainty.  Know what you want and where you’re going at all times, that’s the great illusion of the city, that your need gives you reason.  I took the bus and still considered myself a small town guy.

A half hour later we were back at his place.  He parked, then retrieved his shirt from the backseat, “I have neighbors,” he said before he put it on.  I nodded, got out of the car, and we walked into the building, up the stairs and to his apartment.  It was drab with dirt stained into the places where people didn’t clean.  Only the carpet looked like it had ever been vacuumed.

The building was quiet, a little old but I knew how expensive apartments could be in the city.  I had roommates.  He opened the door and ushered me inside to his loft.  I barely got to look around when he took hold of me and pressed me against the back of the door.  He was taller than me.  My hands went to the hem of his shirt, under it up to his harness.  I finally got to pinch his nipple and he groaned with enjoyment.  He was aggressive and he wanted me, maybe he was even using me, but it felt so good.  There was no more stress.  I had everything I needed right there.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.

“What-”

“Don’t think about it, just strip down.”

“You first,” I replied.

He took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his jeans and just like a porn star he was ready.  He stood before me in his socks with a hard dick.  Finally pulled off his socks, his hard dick bounced with each foot.  I stripped as I stood there, my shirt, my shoes and socks, my jeans, and my underwear.  I stood there completely naked in an otherwise stranger’s apartment ready and willing.  He was completely in control of the situation.  He wanted me and I wanted him, but more than anything he wanted me to fuck him.  He moved to me, kissed me and I kissed him back.

Then he pulled me with him to the bed.  He went down on his knees, turned and pulled me into him onto the bed.  At first I lay there against him stunned by the sensation.  His skin against mine, of all things my toes felt cold and bare so far from my body, but then I felt it, my dick rubbed up between his thighs to his taint then slid into his balls.  I could feel them sway.  He wanted it.  So I pushed myself up over him, positioned myself as I took hold of that leather harness.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he said, “fuck me hard.”

“What about condoms?”

“Just pull out,” he said.

“And lube?”

“Just use spit.  Eat out my ass.  Come on dude.”

“Wait, pause,” I said as I pushed myself away.  I stood up and made a small cross with my hands as he looked over his shoulder.

“Come on man,” he said.

“Nope,” I replied.

He put his head down.  Had I just blown it?  Was it over?  I shifted on my feet, my dick bounced a little.  There I stood buck naked and covered in sweat.  But I wasn’t eating ass.

“I’m not going to be able to do that,” I said.

“There’s lubricant in the drawer next to my bed.  And some poppers.  I’ll need the poppers.”

Had I ruined the moment?  It felt awkward.  But I walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer.  He remained in position with his head down.  Was he thinking this over?  I felt like I needed to do something to return the passion to the situation.  Until then it had all been him, but I felt like it was my fault.  I found a condom too and the poppers.  He looked over to me as if bored so I gave him the poppers and he took a hit.  I was desperate for something to say, so it just kind of came to me.

“On your back slut,” I said, “get your legs in the air.  I want to see your face when you take this big dick.  I’m going to pound you so hard.”

He looked to me as I rolled the condom down to the base, then I squirted lube on it and began to rub.  He got this eager smile on his face before he did as I said.  He got on his back, held up his legs.  His knees parted.  We looked each other in the eyes as I made my way to him.  I grabbed his ankles, pushed him up to his shoulders as I slowly touched my dick to his hole.  I entered him easily at first, then I felt that ring of muscle resist a little before it opened to me and I was in him.

Deep and warm, I felt as if every nerve traced back to the tip of my dick.  He took a bump, seemed to lose control of his legs so I pushed them into place until I was buried all of the way.  He grabbed my nipples and pinched them.  I pulled out a little, then went right back into him.  I could feel his body grip me, pull me.  I felt as if I would spill out right then, as if my flesh and his had melted together so I pulled out and thrust back into him.  He squealed and it brought a smile to my face.  His hands went to my arms and as I felt he had finally gotten into a comfortable position I took the opportunity to take hold of that harness.  His eyes rolled back in his head, his neck arched.  I went at him again, faster and harder.  I fucked him until I felt his body freeze with tension then I backed off.  My muscles ached with pleasure, I could feel that little part of me inside him.

Beads of sweat, droplets fell from me to him.  They cooled just a little before they splashed against his skin.  I could smell us.  Latex, amyl nitrate, and the stink of men.  He pulled me into a kiss, my full lips enveloped his before I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  My balls slapped, over and over, the bed squeaked.  Harder and faster until I knocked the frame against the wall.  He pulled away for a moment.  He could barely speak but he tried to say, “the neighbors,” but his words gave way to moans so I covered his face with my hand.

He bucked and twisted under me so I pushed him into new positions until finally he was on his stomach and I was atop him again, my dick having never left his hole completely.  He was stuck on me.  He pushed up on his elbows and knees which gave me more maneuverability so I went at him harder.  He backed onto me every time I pulled away and when I pushed inside it wasn’t enough.

My hands moved up to his face, my fingers between his lips.  He grunted and begged for more so I took hold of that harness again but this time I really used it.  I slammed our bodies together.  My dick swelled inside of him.  He finally leaned down on his shoulder with exhaustion.  He looked back into my eyes and I could see that he was crying, but it wasn’t tears of pain, not exactly, because he had this grin of delight on his face.  I had broken him, at least for the moment.  I pulled on his harness and he raised himself up until he was impaled on me, that’s when I felt that sweetest moment.

When he fell, he fell hard, onto the bed, splayed out before me finally off my dick.  I tried to stand but I felt my muscles in my legs sting and burn with cramps so I fell partially onto him, then slid off as he rolled to face me.  He reached up to my face, his fingers around my chin.  We kissed.

“I’m exhausted,” he said.

“I’m hungry,” I replied.

We laughed and rolled onto our backs.  Neither of us wanted to move.  The deed had been done.  We had satisfied our carnal desires.  And we didn’t even know each other’s last names.

“That was good,” I said.

“You had me on the ropes with that condom business.  You don’t eat ass, I get it.”

I pulled the condom from my dick with a snap.  We laughed a little.  It sounded so preposterous, those little things that sound foolish when it’s all over but are ignored in the heat of the moment.

“I barely know you,” I said.

“Isn’t sex so much more fun with strangers?”

I didn’t know how to answer.  I didn’t usually have sex with strangers, usually they buy me more than a drink.  I looked up to his ceiling fan that spun around endlessly.  Was that all I was to him?  Was that enough for him?  Was that enough for me?  Aren’t you supposed to keep the good ones and throw the bad fucks back?  I inched my way up to the pillows but he remained there on his chest so I studied the way his body rose and fell with each breath.

“Is this your first time?”

“No, I’ve had practice,” I replied.

He snorted.

“No, I mean with a one night stand.”

“Is that what we are?”

Finally he moved.  He pushed himself up, crossed his legs as he sat next to me.  He reached to me, his fingers touched the ejaculate in my pubes then moved down over my body.  He smiled so I forced a smile in response.

“We’re more than that,” he said, “we made each other happy so why not just let it be.  We can’t ever have this back.  I’m so fucking happy.  My week was shit with work and personal problems.  Do you want to hear about my dad in the hospital or my sister losing her mind over her kids science project and how she blames me for it?”

He swallowed hard.  Our fuck had released tension but it hadn’t solved any problems.  I reached back to him, my fingers ran down the inside of his forearm until our fingers clasped together.

“Yes I do,” I replied.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, but then he talked.  We spent the rest of the night discussing our lives.  Deep secrets, great embarrassments, and even wishes.  It all felt easier with someone I might never meet again.  We touched each other casually, the little brushes to get attention, the lingering of a forgotten hand that you know is safe where you left it.  We cuddled and rolled around until the sun rose.  We fell asleep and when we awoke we went our separate ways.

For just a moment we had each other, but just thinking of him brings a smile to my face.

My Best Friend Is...

My Best Friend Is A Vampire Homosexual

My Best Friend is a Vampire is a movie I remember fondly from my childhood, one of those B movie classics I saw on TV and was fascinated by right away.  It was only a few years ago, after missing my opportunity to discuss the homosexual undertones of Nightmare on Elm Street Part 2 that I would consider this movie for the same reason, the many homosexual undertones, coming of age and coming out.


But first I'd like to set the environment of the 1980s. 1.) HIV/AIDS was a silent killer, families lived in denial and blamed cancer for a person's death 2.) From the heterosexual social perspective, which I witnessed personally, homosexuality was seen as an underground culture, the corruption of a young man by an older man 3.)  This corruption used mens primal nature, yes men are depicted as heroes but they were also seen as predators, for many straight people this underground society was about sex in saunas and back alleys 4.) This was the baby boomers in their prime, life was an adventure, TV was boring and people didn't watch that much of it 5.) The decade that gave us participation trophies also gave us World's Greatest Dad mug, okay the last one was personal, but still it should be noted.

Just read the description on imdb: "after a sexual encounter with a beautiful client, a teenage delivery boy finds himself being turned into a vampire.”  Though this could apply to any teenage vampire story let's consider just what happens.

This story begins with a dream, “the beginning to this bizarre story” is a fantasy, the protagonist, Jeremy Capello sits among the band incapable of playing an instrument, not able to be normal, heterosexual, despite the most popular girl finding him attractive and instead he finds interest in another girl, the nerdy, gender ambiguous girl.  But he is powerless to his desire, and this is the important part, though these characters may be female, they represent his sexuality, as he receives a note from the second young woman and he pursues her into the, “girl’s locker room, no man’s land, the forbidden zone” and he has “heard the horror stories of men being castrated and made to pass out towels for eternity, a living hell I could do without” and then he sees “her” this gender ambiguous woman who wants to take a shower, make love, and he’s moving too fast, tries to resist when there is a stranger, represented as a vampire, and though he tells her, this vampire, that he is looking for Darla, she begins to seduce him and when he refuses his dream becomes a nightmare and he finds himself stripped and about to be castrated when he awakens.

The next time he meets this vampire is when he delivers groceries to her home, she is fantasy realized. In part it could be said she entered his fantasy or rather his fantasy came true.  She lives in a lair far from the town that he must explore in order to find the vampire who instantly attempts to seduce him by licking his finger to deal a wound he received from the cat.  As he resists he is confronted by his desire repeatedly until he promises to return to see her again at night, historically a time when homosexuals go out ‘cruising’ for sex.  He does return to the vampire and is turned, and though as imdb.com states this is a "sexual encounter" there is no sex, but rather he is bitten and turned into a vampire.

But it is when Modoc arrives that I see the homosexual undertones of the story and the homophobia.  As I said homosexuals were often depicted as older men who groomed and converted men into this secret society. They used men's primal nature, their lust and need for sex, their willingness to put their penis anywhere for pleasure.  Jeremy mistakes him as an agent from the Health Department, a stranger who shows up to his room in the middle of the night, this man reveals not only his true nature as a vampire but Jeremy's new lifestyle.

Modoc explains about how he knows how Jeremy was bitten by a ‘sordid’ woman, and that she was ‘infected’, when Modoc explains that he is not from the Health Department Jeremy attempts to flee but Modoc uses his mind control abilities to get him to stop.  He asks if the young man has experienced anything unusual to which he responds that Modoc is the ‘unusual’ thing he noticed.  Modoc calls attention to the barking dogs, who have been persistent in the background from the beginning of the scene, and that they ‘know’ about him, that the true nature of the ‘infection’, is “a legacy of a signet society which has endured for centuries” and “you’re not like other people anymore” and that he has “new desires” that he will “no longer tred with ordinary men” and that he is in fact “a vampire.”  In the moment of his revelation, what could be considered to himself, his mother interrupts their dialogue as she believes she heard a man’s voice, Modoc, who escapes out the window.

It is this relationship with Modoc that is the biggest clue, the suggestion of a grooming relationship between an older man and a younger man.  He isn't just a mentor, and whether conscious or unconscious, the grooming relationship plays out in many ways.  Grooming was the suspected way for many people of how old men turned young men gay, as it was generally believed that all men were motivated by their penises. The concept that by becoming a vampire he becomes an outcast of normal society and a member of a secret society.

His “new desires” are that he goes to the ‘meat market’ and though at first he looks over the cuts of meat, desires them, he settles for ‘pig’s blood’ which the butcher refers to as, ‘his first time’ and this blood that he buys, his first impulse is to puke, but upon first tasting it he likes it and soon drinks it down.  He can’t believe it but he accepts that he is a vampire.  This revelation changes his life as he finds himself staying up all night, sleeping all day, and collecting fine bottles of swine blood, all of which told via montage until he is once again with Modoc toasting with pig blood beers.  But he questions why it happened to him as he had been well behaved.  It is then that Modoc explains to him the advantages of being a vampire, that for every decade he ages a single year, and that with a long life he can meet fascinating people, and that with time on his side he can pursue his interests to the fullest, that vampires can even be president, though he won’t reveal who.

Modoc explains that, “whether you’re a vampire or a regular person” he must set goals, make plans, live a full life, live several of them.  But none of those things are appealing without his love, Darla Blake, and that’s when Modoc explains the “powers” that come along with being a vampire, “a certain irresistible charm.”  He is now emboldened to pursue Darla, the gender ambiguous young woman from his ‘dreams’ and they begin to date.  Of note here is that when her parents take pictures of them with Polaroid cameras he doesn’t appear in the developed pictures as he cannot be photographed as he is a vampire, once again pointing out his strangeness. That their relationship should be in a way a performance or a secret.

When his best friend Ralph visits, his parents question the friend who explains that he is having ‘girl problems’ but once in the bedroom and he questions him about the ‘white van’ that has been following them, Jeremy decides to admit it, “I’ve got something to tell you.  I’m a vampire,” to which is friend replies, “that’s cool” and that he accepts him, until he really begins to explain what that means.  This is a positive note to the story, that his friend should accept him without really understanding him, but also we see the struggle to tolerate Jeremy's new behaviors, that he drinks blood to which the friend is disgusted.  Blood as a metaphor for gay sex.

Upon exiting the house Jeremy’s  parents question him again about their son to which he replies that, “some things are too personal.” And though he seems to accept him, that they are still friends he does not discuss and process what this means but rather needs space and time to think. And it is not necessarily friendship that reunites them but when his friend decides to use Jeremy’s powers to get women, a perfect wing man, they end up in a club where the vampire hunters attempt to kill him.  Jeremy attempts to use his powers on the women who take no notice, but the weak willed assistant vampire hunter is turned by this accidentally and wants to be his friend’s “love slave” and attempts to dance with him.  A homosexual act by mind control, and that the assistant accidentally falls prey, a weak willed man. But also in some way he could simultaneously represent both characters, Jeremy and his friend as he represents the dynamic of power.

The Professor breaks the mind control and they give chase. Eventually they capture his friend Ralph, who they believe is the vampire, and attempt to kill him.  It is Jeremy who interrupts their ritual sacrifice and asks them to prove that Ralph is a vampire to which he fails all tests: by cross, by garlic, and that the only means left is a stake, but that a stake would kill anyone. 

After being released Ralph accidentally reveals Jeremy is the vampire when they hug and he is still wearing garlic.  They are then chased through the cemetery and Jeremy attempts to defend himself with his powers and he has the ability to kill the vampire hunter after disarming him he takes mercy on the man and asks to live in peace.  “We’re not all insidious” and soon more vampires appear, they show up as a whole group, and the man fears, “what will they do with me?”  

“What’ll happen to him?” Jeremy asks.

“What better way to vanquish an enemy than to make him an ally,” Modoc replies.

In its finality there is the suggestion that men can be turned and weakened to lust, but I find myself unsure of the films motives. I attempted to look up the writer Tab Murphy but found nothing to suggest his sexuality or even if any of what I suggested was implied. And though I find it has homosexual undertones I ask myself if they are in fact implied by the homophobia I also see in the film that also may not have been intended. Either way for me this captures a subtle depiction of what homosexuality was depicted to be by media and religious organizations.

One last note, why this movie is so important to me. As a child I knew I was not like the others. I did not want a wife and kids, nor did I feel the expectation of that from my parents, but rather I wanted a unique life, one of experiences and knowledge. Though homosexuals may not actually age one year for every ten, though we wished it were true, it was the line about living multiple lives, of meeting interesting people that struck me and left a deep, positive impression for me. I thought about it for a long time and for me it settled some of my fears.

BOYSTOWN by Jake Biondi

How many times have you flipped through channels endlessly, browsed through streaming channels, looking for just the right thing?  You’ve watched all of QaF, Noah’s Arc, and the L Word.  You want representation, not just those side characters who never move the plot.  You’re considering watching reruns just to try to capture those moments again but maybe you’re like me and you know it too well.

BOYSTOWN reminds us that books are for reading not just putting on the shelf.  A serialized story collected and formatted for easy reading pleasure.  It is a well told blend between TV and the traditional novel that captures the speed of TV and the emotional depth of a novel.  It is told in a skilled narrative that hops from character to character and will leave you wanting more and you will be quickly satisfied when the author catches back up to them.  

Just like a talented magician, it is easy to forget just how well Jake Biondi builds the world of Chicago’s BOYSTOWN.  It is a slick narrative that harvests the emotion of the characters while capturing the necessary details of the city.  I found myself relating to the characters who are not just going through the more common dramas of moving to a new city, dealing with an alcoholic partner, and finding new love but the high stakes drama of affairs, a stalker ex-boyfriend, and kidnapping.  Told with suspense and mystery, ordinary people who struggle with love and loss.

But be warned, this is just the beginning of the story.  Just as any TV show would leave you with a cliffhanger so does BOYSTOWN.  And you’ll want to know more, you’ll want to see the rest of their lives unfold.
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Hard Sell Pt 6 - Special Delivery

After Mark’s adventure with Greg at the abandoned airport, the return to work, driving naked while the other man jerked his dick was a thrill that ended too quickly.  He pulled behind what felt like the last building possible before getting to the dealership as Greg cleaned the head of his sensitive dick with his briefs, and parked the car.  He looked to the man who smirked back at him before putting his underwear in the glove compartment.

“I guess I’m going commando,” Mark said.

“I’ll behave myself when we get back,” Greg said, “besides you’re looking pretty drained right now.  Do you wish we had gone to lunch?”

“Not a chance, I’ll just get something from the vending machine.”

Mark dressed quickly then drove back to the dealership.  Greg was prepared to buy the car with a sizable down payment and loan from a bank, then made arrangements to pick up the car in two days, with his “son”, and it was completely professional.  In face Mark was surprised just how little he thought about sex, any little urge was defeated by the feeling of his nearly raw penis.  He walked Greg back to his own car that he had come in and saw him off before going back to his desk and rummaging around for snacks.  He found a pack of crackers and a bottle of water that he devoured in seconds.  He was about to look through his contacts when he got a text message so he checked his phone.  It was Oliver.

[Did you have fun?]

[Yes, it was very fun.  We did things... I’m exhausted and I still have a couple hours of work to get through.]

[Well don’t work too hard, but I arranged for a little treat this evening for you at your apartment.  A special delivery.  Make sure you clean up. Thoroughly. We’ll get together soon.]

What was this man doing to him?  He had wanted to live out his fantasies but not like this, well he never expected it would all happen so quickly.  He was drained and the idea of hooking up with someone else that evening, right at that moment seemed impossible.  He self-consciously shifted his penis in his pants and felt the way it hit the little parts of sewn fabric.  He wouldn’t be ready.  Could he?

But he was broken from his thoughts when Cody appeared at his desk and partially sat on the edge with one cheek.  He smiled at Mark who rolled his eyes in return.  He was about to ask what the man wanted but Cody spoke first.

“I heard you made a sell,” he said, “good for you, now you’re only a two behind me.  I’d say good luck but I don’t really mean it.”

“Hey, I might just catch up with you.”

“Oh yeah, want to make a bet?”

Mark’s anger sunk at that moment and his stomach tightened.  He wanted to make a bet but he also didn’t want to lose to the man.  He shook his head.

“Your loss,” Cody said before tapping on his desk and walking away.

Mark looked back to his monitor and returned back to his work.  He made a shortlist of potential customers, some as far back as five years ago who had bought a car from him or from the dealership.  On a normal day he could have thought up two or three pitches and made a couple of cold calls but the way he was feeling he decided to kill time getting coffee, making small talk, and watching the lot for new arrivals the rest of the day until it was five minutes to leave and he gathered his things and headed to the receptionist desk where he found one of the other salesmen chatting and trying to look down the woman’s top.  He interjected himself into the conversation and made small talk until it was time to punch out which he did easily then headed to his car. 

As soon as he sat in the driver’s seat he thought about Oliver’s message.  What did he mean by special delivery?  Another encounter?  His dick started to get hard at just the thought of it.  Maybe I am ready to go again, he thought.  He started to drive home but his thoughts were about everything he had done since yesterday and he almost missed his turn to pick up supper from his favorite restaurant.  He made the turn at the last minute and was lucky his reflexes were still good because he almost caused an accident. 

When he pulled into a parking spot he felt his dick soften and realized he had been leaking ejaculate so he checked the front of his pants for a wet spot but luckily he couldn’t find one.  He went in to order food for himself but after thinking about it he decided to order enough for two people.  Hopefully food for two would be enough, he thought, at least that was his expectation.  He killed time waiting by thinking of what could possibly be delivered and he hoped it wasn’t a pizza.  By the time his name was called out to pick up the food he had to check again to make sure his dick couldn’t be seen and that there wasn’t a wet spot on his pants.  There wasn’t.  He got his food, paid, and walked back to his car with a renewed sense of urgency hoping he wouldn’t be late back to his apartment.  He made it in record time back to his home, set the food on the coffee table, and was about to start eating when he got another text message from Oliver.

[Greg said he had a good time.  He told me a little about what happened.  He said you’re a fast driver.]

Mark laughed to himself about the joke before replying.

[When is this special delivery and what is it?  I hope it’s not food because I was so hungry I already got something.]

[Not food, but I’m not going to ruin the surprise.  I hope you like it.]

Mark rolled his eyes at the response and picked up the remote for his television.  Two hours later he was comfortable, one hand down the front of his pants slightly teasing his own dick, the other slowly clicking through channels, he was broken from his zombie state by a knock on his door.  “This is it,” he said to himself, as he turned off the TV, dropped the remote, and got to his feet.  He moved to his front door, checked the peep hole and saw a young man patiently waiting outside with something flat leaning against his thigh.  He opened the door to find the person grinning back at him.  He was in his early twenties, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants, a massage table against his thigh and a black bag over his shoulder.  He had blonde, spiked hair, and a veiny, muscled neck that made Mark give a second look to his arms.  He gulped when he realized the man’s muscles had muscles.

“Hello, are you Mark?”

“That’s right.”

“Hi, I’m Brad.  I was sent by Oliver for a personal massage.  He said you’d need it after the day you had.  Can I come inside?”

Mark invited him inside, closed the door behind him, and told him to set up in the living room wherever there was space.  Brad carried the table into the room and quickly moved the coffee table out of the way to make space before setting up the table.  He dropped his black bag on the table next to the table and looked to Mark who came back into the room with two beers.  He gave one to Brad who accepted it easily and shrugged his shoulders and motioned to the table.

“Um, I guess I should get a towel or something,” Mark replied.

“Why bother?  We’re both men.  This is a private massage in your apartment so, you know, you could be naked for all I care.”

They grinned and giggled about the idea like two mischievous pranksters for a moment as they drank from their beer.  Mark shook his head a little to clear the cobwebs before shaking off any worries he had about what was going to happen.  He downed half of his beer before setting it down, then stripping off his clothes.  Brad chuckled when he dropped his pants to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Um, I usually, I mean...”

Did he really want to explain to this young man how he lost his briefs?  He bit his lip and stopped himself as he took off his shirt, undershirt, and socks.  Completely naked he stood before him and sucked in his gut. 

“Did you get cleaned up?” Brad asked.

“No, should I?”

“Go get a quick shower, but you know, clean thoroughly,” he said.

“Oh, right, I kind of forgot,” Mark replied, “just uh, I’ll be right back.”

He turned and walked out of the room to the bathroom.  He didn’t like the idea of leaving a stranger in his living room alone but he thought of Oliver and the trust he had in the man to send someone he could trust.  Fuck it, he thought before turning on the shower.  He stepped inside and just the feel of water against his skin made him relax a little so he soaped up and cleaned himself.

Ten minutes later, still naked but dried off he emerged from the bathroom feeling ready and comfortable for whatever was about to happen.  He walked back to the living room where he found the lights had been dimmed and several candles had been lit giving his apartment an unfamiliar romantic feeling.  Brad was relaxed on the couch with his phone in his hands, a smile on his face he finished a text message, sent it, then looked to Mark who took a deep breath and tensed his shoulders before he moved to the table and laid himself on it with his face in a head rest with a hole in it so he could be completely comfortable.  Comfortable and completely naked, completely vulnerable he listened as Brad opened his black bag.

“Um, before we start, just what did Oliver order for me?” he asked.

“Well, I’ll be massaging your muscles, all of your muscles.  I’ve got some oils, some scented candles, and this.”

He held a thin, small dildo down in front of Mark.

“That’s not so bad,” he replied.

“And this,” Brad said before holding out a different, longer, thicker, and more realistic dildo.

“Well, that might be a little more difficult.”

“That’s just the medium,” Brad replied before smacking him on the bare ass, “but we’ll work up to the others if you’re comfortable doing it.  It’s not like we have to get through the whole bag tonight.”

“Oh,” Mark said.  “There’s more?”

“Do you still want to do this?”

“Yeah, but let’s go slow and take it easy on me.”

“No problem,” Brad replied, “let’s get you relaxed first.”

Brad squirted some oil on his back, set the bottle down, then touched him where the oil had pooled.  Mark felt the other man’s strong fingers press into his skin and slowly work out over his back into his muscles.  For just a moment he tried to hold onto any thought, any feeling, of control before the man’s touch made him forget about such a thing.  He worked into his skin, into his muscles, from his mid-back to his shoulders then back down his spine to lower back.  The man was in no hurry as he felt up along Mark’s side to his shoulders again then down his arms one at a time.  He moved around the table with ease, never letting his fingers leave Mark’s body.  His arms, his back, his shoulders felt like putty as he felt the man move lower to his buttocks, a cheek in each hand he pulled and pushed at his flesh until he had them soft and malleable.  He squirted more oil on Mark’s thighs, pressed his thumb into the soft flesh, then the rest of his fingers.  He worked the sensitive areas carefully down to the backs of his knees, then it was his calf muscles, his ankles.  His feet were last and for a moment Mark thought about telling him to stop as he was ticklish but he was so relaxed he could barely gather enough breath to speak and was pleasantly surprised when the man touched the bottoms of his feet with a caress that made him forget about any kind of concerns he had. 

The man worked back up his body slowly and sensually until he got to his butt again and he pulled his cheeks apart, more oil, no lubricant, Mark realized, as the man worked the flesh around his hole first before a finger got to it, slowly, gently, he worked a finger inside.  More lubricant and the man pushed inside slowly.  Mark tightened for a moment as he caught his breath.  Brad told him to relax and exhale so he did, told him to just focus on his breathing.  Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath then released it as he felt the finger undoing that knot of unconscious stress.  He often forgot just how tense he could get there but the man was opening him up and the rest of his body released its tension as well, the muscles of his stomach, the little muscles in the rest of his body all began to give up.  He felt Brad push inside deeper, thicker, more fingers, until his hole was well lubricated and then he picked up the small dildo and pushed inside with it.  Mark felt his dick harden and press up against his belly so he shifted a little to let it expand and not bend the wrong direction.  Brad kept at him, more lubricant, the dildo began to vibrate.  He didn’t expect that but the feeling was amazing.

The vibrations went through his entire body, across his skin and inside him simultaneously.  The first setting, Brad manipulated his hole into surrender as he worked up the settings as Mark’s own dick felt like a rock under him, a rock that was leaking.  He thought of the man doing this, his muscles and handsome face.  There was something completely professional about him, something kind and honest.  Maybe that was the most relaxing thing of all.  He sighed and let the man continue to work, barely noticing when the man pulled the small vibrator out only to replace it with something else.  His dick was still hard but it was odd to not hear and feel the vibration, but the man pushed inside slowly again and he relaxed himself to take it.

“We’re on the next size up,” Brad said.

Slowly he worked deep inside Mark who felt the intruder open new parts of him.  It was almost a tickling sensation but inside, internally, a place he had been told nothing should ever be and yet it was there and he was feeling it, and the feeling was intense and amazing.  His hole felt so big and it was the focus of his brain as the rest of his body still felt relaxed.  He felt like he was being split in two and put back together again at the same time as he felt the dildo slip inside.  It wasn’t long before he felt Brad pulling it back out.

“Wait,” Mark forced from his throat.

But it was gone and Brad gave a slight chuckle before playfully slapping him on the ass and reaching into his bag for something else, something bigger.  Bigger than that?  Mark swallowed and tried to crane his neck to see.

“Do you want to see it?”

“Yes,” Mark answered.

Brad held the dildo in front of his face.  It was so thick, nearly as thick as a pop can, and the head, the head looked kind of silly, and it was so long it drooped in this funny kind of way.  Mark tightened his jaw at the sight of it.

“I’m going to stick this in your ass,” Brad said, “but don’t worry I’m a professional and I think you can take it.  Did you love the last one?”

“Yes,” Mark said.

Brad spanked him playfully.

“Yes sir,” Mark said.

“Good boy, now just relax and let me take care of you.”

Brad returned to his place behind him, slowly lubricated the dildo as he put his fingers back between Mark’s cheeks.  He put the head to his hole and for a moment Mark thought it would be impossible to get it inside but then he felt his hole, his body, expand in a way he didn’t think possible to something larger than he thought he could ever take.  It still wasn’t as big as the ones he saw in videos online but still it was bigger than he had ever thought possible for himself.  And that knot, the knot he thought was gone, it was completely loose and it felt like it fell apart.  There was only the sensation of the dildo slowly entering him and nothing else.  He closed his eyes as he felt it, his hole stretched and it was inside, deep and full.  Brad slowly pushed until he didn’t think he could take anymore then he pushed some more before slowly pulling it out, a moan escaped Mark’s lips as he shuddered and bucked from the sensation.  His own dick, his much smaller dick, felt red hot and solid so he was surprised when the man pulled it down between his thighs and began to play with it and his balls at the same time.

Instinctively he raised up his hips and the man continued to tease him until the big dildo was deep inside and his balls were tight and sensitive.  Brad grabbed hold of his dick, wrapped his fingers around it with just enough touch to the head and it was over.  He felt an orgasm like never before, a moment of silence and darkness, like every part of him was pulled through his body to his dick, not just his dick but the hole of his dick and it was all leaving him.  The greatest pleasure and pain simultaneously he sunk down to the table and the man pulled the dildo out.  He felt empty.  His anus strained and flexed in a way he never thought he’d enjoy.  It hurt a little sure, but it also felt good, it felt like something he’d never experience again, something he wished he had experienced previously, several times.

“Was it good for you?” Brad asked as he moved to stand beside Mark’s face.

Mark looked up to him, then down to his hard dick in his shorts.  He pushed himself up on the table and reached for the other man’s hip.  Brad moved closer and let himself be pulled closer.  He took down the front of the man’s shorts, a hard dick pointed out at him and he pulled it to his mouth.  He licked his lips and began to suck at the tip before licking at the length of it.  Bigger than the first dildo definitely, possibly more like the second one, he thought.  And he was right because the second one was a replica of the man’s own dick.  He grabbed hold of Brad’s butt and pulled him deep until he was gagging on it.  Brad pulled back when he saw Mark struggle to take it.

“Wait,” Brad said, “there’s something else we can do with this table.”

He stepped around to the front and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles then off before motioning for Mark to roll over on his back as he snapped the headrest down and out of the way.  Mark did as he had been shown and rolled onto his back.  He knew what was going to happen next.  And though he had only ever done it a few times before he let his head fall back off the massage table and opened his mouth.  Brad was quick to push inside and deep, so deep Mark felt his nuts on his nose and above his lip.  He reached down to Mark’s body, to his nipples and his stomach, and he began to thrust.  Mark struggled to keep up but he wanted it.  He wanted the man’s load so bad.  He reached around and grabbed his naked cheeks in his hands and pulled at them urging the man to go harder and faster until he felt him strain one last time and heard him groan as he shot down his throat.  Brad pulled out and looked down to Mark who grinned back.

“Was it good for you?” he asked.

“It was awesome,” Mark answered.

Brad squatted down and kissed him, their sensitive lips felt like the only nerves in their body that were capable of stimulation.  They kissed for a moment before pulling away from each other.  Brad helped him up off the table and they went back to the shower together.  Mark was eager to wash Brad’s body, though he was less receptive to anal stimulation.  Once they were clean they went back out to the living room where they saw the mess they had created.

“Do you want another beer?” Mark asked.

“Sure,” Brad said.

They each got a beer and went to the couch and turned on their phones.  They each texted Oliver about what had happened and he replied within minutes to each of them telling them he was glad they had a good time.  Mark looked to Brad’s muscled body and Brad pulled him close for one more kiss.  There was a slight stirring for each of their dicks but neither of them had the stamina to do anything like they had just done again that night so they left it at that before they looked to the table and all the dildos sitting on it.  It was the biggest dildo he ever saw, the biggest he had ever taken, and he was sure he was going to buy himself one the next chance he got.

Hard Sell Part 4 - Morning Fun

Mark awoke face down to the feeling of Oliver's warm body pressed against him, his dick between his cheeks. Mark reached down to his own dick, rubbed it down between his thighs, tickled the head. Oliver's warm breath against his neck. He felt Oliver kiss and press against him more until he was atop him, his hand trapped under his own body. Oliver kissed down his spine, ran his fingers along his sides.

Pressed into the bed, his head turned against the pillow he felt the weight of the man who kissed down between his cheeks, then his tongue came out and teased his hole. He rubbed at his dick, parted his cheeks. Oliver reached between his thighs, took hold of his dick, and tickled the head with his fingertips that became slick with ejaculate. Mark reached out with his free hand and took hold of the metal frame bars.

Oliver licked and kissed, pulled him up a little to get deeper. Mark felt the pleasure run up through his spine to his heart. His skin felt tight, sweat formed on his back. He pulled away, rubbed his dick against the bed, but Oliver wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him back up onto his knees.

He followed the spit from his mouth as it ran down over his younger lover's balls. He took each one into his mouth and sucked on them before running his tongue down the shaft. He took Mark's dick in his mouth and pulled him up higher until his knees were under his chest, his throbbing dick between his thighs got trapped. He reached back with both hands and pulled on his cheeks. Oliver licked back up, sucked each testicle again, then up to the pink hole. He licked and sucked at the wrinkled opening, he touched his fingertips to it and continued to pry as he stuck his tongue inside. He loved the feeling of Mark opening to him.

"Oh my god." The words escaped Mark's lips. He felt a pleasure like never before as if his hole and his dick were the only parts of his body.  Red hot and sensitive, a slight touch from Oliver, fingers over the head, down the shaft to the base, a slight tightening of the grip.  He gave in to the man’s touch, felt their hairy legs rub against each other as Oliver moved closer behind him, his hard dick at his hole.  He grunted and tried to relax as he felt the other man push against him and slowly, very slowly push inside until he was all the way to his balls.

That’s when he felt Oliver’s hand on the back of his head to push his face down into the mattress and he gave in to it.  One side of his face against the cool bed sheet he surrendered to the man who worked himself into a rhythm, his balls slapped against Mark’s taint.

“I want you to remember me,” Oliver said.

“I definitely will now,” Mark replied.

“Do you love this?  Do you love getting fucked?”

“I do,” Oliver confessed into the bed.

Oliver pushed against him harder and faster, his balls slapping, harder and faster until the bed was squeaking and the headboard was hitting the wall.  Mark felt himself relax with the sensation of a dick in his ass even as his skin tightened and warmed.  His ears burned, his cheeks flushed, his lips sensitive, and his nipples became hard, sensitive points as they rubbed against the bed.  He reached back with one hand and grabbed his dick.  It wouldn’t take much more.

Oliver reached up over his shoulder to his chin, his probing fingers found their way to Mark’s lips, then inside his mouth past his teeth.  He sucked at them.  He loved the feelings, the sensations.  Harder and faster, he heard a slap against his ass and felt it a moment later, another slap on the other cheek.  Oliver pulled his fingers out of his mouth and grabbed hold of his shoulder, each shoulder, as he pushed him into the bed and deeper inside, all of the way.  And that’s when he felt it.  He heard the man groan and felt fingers dig into his flesh, moments later Oliver ejaculated deep inside of him and he took hold of his own sensitive dick, fingers at the tip, slippery with his own ejaculate, his own orgasm imminent, then it happened.

A moment of pleasure and pain, breathless and unstoppable, no past and no future just that moment.  He felt as if the core of his being was being released through his dick as his muscles tightened.  A moment later he quivered and felt weak before falling to the bed as he felt Oliver pull out and move to lay beside him so they could stare into each other’s eyes.  They smiled at each other, Mark flat against the bed, his dick against his belly surrounded by a pool of his own ejaculate, his ass felt used as his hole tried to regain its former shape, a familiar pain that wasn’t completely unpleasant.  Oliver sighed and caught his breath before reaching back over to his ass, put two probing fingers between his cheeks to his aching hole as if to claim it again and make sure Mark knew who had just fucked it.

“Did you like that?” Oliver asked.

“Yes,” Mark said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t pull out but I just got so into it, so into you I didn’t want out.  You’re so warm and welcoming.  There have been very few like you who could really take my dick.”

Mark laughed nervously at what the man had told him.  It was a compliment, but not the normal kind, a compliment of his sexual capability.  And it was intimidating so he turned away but Oliver wouldn’t have it and promptly slapped him on the butt playfully.

“Look at me,” he said, “I want to see you.  I love seeing you this way.”

Mark turned his face back to Oliver.  His body slowly relaxed, what had been warm became cold and messy.  He felt Oliver’s hand return to his ass, his fingers back at his hole to probe his opening.

“That was a lot of fun,” Mark said.

“Would you want to do it again?”

“Of course,” Mark said.

“What else would you want to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you have some other fantasies?”

“Many,” Mark said.

“Tell me,” Oliver said.

And just like that, naked on his stomach with another man probing his battered hole he felt himself confessing some of his darkest fantasies, things he had thought up at different, random moments of his life, actions and feelings, notions that had solidified in his thoughts at night before he fell asleep.  What if this happened, what if someone did this to me, not just one man but several men, different men, encounters with strangers that turned into something sexual.  He told Oliver about his fantasies as they lay there until he exhausted himself and just when he thought the man had gotten bored he propped himself up on his elbows and began to apologize.

“Not that this wasn’t fun, not that you’re not enough,” Mark said.

“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver said before moving to kiss him on the lips.  “We all have fantasies and maybe sometimes they can come true.  I’ve lived out many of mine.  You should get a chance to live out yours.”

“But I like this.  I like you.  What we did, I mean,-” he blushed “-it was amazing, last night with the foreplay and the little, you know games, and this morning, you just took me like that, I’ve never, you know, had that before and it’s still early in the morning.  I haven’t had breakfast yet and I still need to go to work.”

“Speaking of which, let’s get you cleaned up,” Oliver said before slapping him on the ass.  He rolled away and got to his feet.

“Oh really,” Mark said before sliding from the bed and getting up behind Oliver.  He wrapped his arms around the man from behind, felt his hairy chest, his muscles and pulled him close until his dick was nearly against Oliver’s butt though their height difference was completely evident he still loved the feeling of the man’s skin, their skin rubbing together.  He loved the smell of the man, the musky odor of cologne but something else too, his sweat.

They stood like that for a moment before Oliver pulled him along to the bathroom and they made their way to the shower, his confessions nearly forgotten.

CP - Chapter 03: IRL

Sunday night was the first time I got a message from Luke, actually two messages.  Both of which I missed because I was cuddled next to Eric on the couch with a blanket over us, his wrists bound in cuffs and mitts over his hands to keep him from playing with his dick so I could tease him for as long as I wanted by slowly stroking his dick.  He loved it and buried his face in my armpit while I watched the show.

The first was a polite greeting testing the waters.  The second was a little more anxious and inquisitive.  I responded with just small talk, nothing demanding, no promises, just a conversation and when he didn’t respond I prepared myself for him to ghost me.  Like I said few make it to meeting me.  And he was green, or at least his ad said he was new to it so I figured he’d forget about me and I’d forget about him in time.  I went back to Eric and worked him until he shot over his belly and onto my t-shirt.  I grunted and moaned into my chest when I did.  

“That was fun,” he said.

“Now it’s time to clean up your mess,” I replied before throwing off the blanket.

“But I’m so helpless,” he said with a coy smile.

I pulled the key from my pocket and dangled it in front of him.

“Maybe I don’t feel like it,” he said.

“Are you being a bad boy?” I asked with a smile.

“Uh,” he said in an exasperated sigh, “not tonight.  I don’t feel like going to work tomorrow with a sore bottom.”

“Fine,” I said.  I took off my shirt and wiped up his chest then dropped it down over his crotch.  “But if you want to come again you’re going to have to earn it.”

“Anything,” he said, “well, just about anything.”

I got to my feet and pulled him up, used my shirt to finish wiping off his dick before dragging him to the bedroom where I placed him on the spanking bench.  He didn’t want to be spanked but he wanted to play and I wanted to drain him so I set up a flesh jack on his dick that he’d have to fuck for release, tied his balls with a rope that led between his cheeks and up his back to a two pronged hook I placed in his nostrils, then I led the rope back down to his ass.  He waited as I found an anal hook and inserted it inside him and tied it off to the rope.  He’d have to fuck the flesh jack while his balls pulled on his nose and the hook in his ass.  He grunted and squealed in delight before setting to work.  I went back to my phone and was surprised to find another message from Luke saying that he’d like to keep talking but wanted to go to bed early.  I took that he was nervous about the situation and needed to sleep on the possibilities so I wished him goodnight and turned on the television in the bedroom, kept one eye on Eric as he worked himself until he had his second orgasm for the night.  It didn’t take him long and afterwards he spoke up.

“I think I’m done sir,” he said.

“You’re done when I say your done,” I replied.

He whimpered and tried to get himself excited again but when I realized it wasn’t going to happen easily I got up and went to him, put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, then undid my little dilemma and freed him from the spanking bench.  He rubbed at his nose, balls, and ass in turn as he put everything away before heading off to the shower.

By the time he got back out he was clean and fresh looking, though tired, and he cuddled with me on the bed.  He played with my nipples a little bit and asked me about my spanking prospect.  I told him about the messages and that I was hopeful about this one.  He told me he wished me luck but to play the odds and look for others.

“I don’t know,” I replied.  “I’ll stick with this one for a day or two and see if anything comes of it.  If not it’s no big deal.”

“If not it’s my ass isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily, maybe Wesley or Paul will need a corrective hand.”

“I hope so,” he said.

Afterwards we fell into small, intermittent talk until we fell asleep.  I turned off the TV and we rolled into our familiar positions.  Too often, I thought, when we’re young we think the first time is going to be the last time and that the first time has to be the best time, but the truth is that it’s like anything else, like training or taking up a craft, experience and practice make the best of times.  

CP - Chapter 02: Prospects

While waiting for our brunch compatriots my husband and I, like most people these days, had the bad habit of using our phones instead of making small talk or paying much attention to the people around us.  He was shopping online while also perusing through nearby gay men on his hookup app.  It wasn’t just to find someone for a hookup, because he did that occasionally, but he had a game he liked to play of trying to identify men from their pictures and proximity, especially if there wasn’t a face.  He also had a knack, like me, of picking out the fake accounts of people using pictures of male porn models.  He chuckled to himself before holding his phone for me to see a picture of a slim young man, no face, abs and big dick.

“I think that’s the waiter over there,” he said.

I looked over to the waiter then to the picture.  It could be, I thought, and agreed with a nod of my head before looking back to my own phone where I was searching through personal ads on a spanking app.  I was determined to find someone, a man, and soon.  Gay or straight didn’t matter as much as wanting to be spanked by another man.  I had marked several as prospects when I came upon and ad that struck me to the heart.

Ad: My name is Luke, 24, recently moved out of my parents’ home after getting a job after college.  I’ve been on my own for 6 months and have picked up some bad habits: binge drinking, anonymous hookups, poor eating, and spending all of my money.  I’m really stressed about my job and losing it because I really don’t want to move back with my parents if I can’t find another one.  Everyone at work is a backstabber and my boss is really passive aggressive so I don’t know where I stand with him because he’s not very responsible himself.  I’m looking for a disciplinarian relationship, nothing sexual, probably.  Is there anyone who can help me?

I sighed at the ad.  It was the content and also the premise as many young men have flaked on me about 85% of the time, most never respond to my first message, few make it to the first meeting, and even less return for more.  But there was something about it, the fact that it was so well composed and he knew what he wanted.  I clicked for a response:

Response: Hello Luke, I’m an experienced dom, not necessarily interested in a sexual relationship but open to it if things develop.  I do set strict personal boundaries though and really I’m looking for a young man into being spanked or who wants to try it.  I have had relationships with young men like yourself looking for a disciplinary relationship rather than a sexual one, gay and straight.  I’d be willing to meet with you sometime, we could talk over what we’d each want out of it and how to proceed to bring about a mutual satisfaction.  I’d be dedicated to helping you straighten up and improve yourself so that you can have a successful, independent future.  If you’re interested reply back to start a conversation.

I sent the message on impulse.  And for one brief moment I began to fantasize about the young man I contacted.  I felt all of those emotions as if I were back on a dating app looking for a boyfriend: hope he’d say yes, anticipation with being someone new that I hadn’t spanked before, and dreading the real, probable fact that he’d ghost me.  I bit my lip and turned off my phone as I looked to Eric who had a grin on his face.

“Well?” I asked.

“It’s him.  I sent him a message and he replied already.  I’m talking to him right now.  He thinks you’re kind of cute but just wants a quickie in the alley.”

I rolled my eyes with mild amusement and motioned for him to leave me and do what he had to do.  He sent back a message before getting up from the table and walking back towards the restrooms and ultimately the exit.  I sighed and looked to the front door only to be surprised and pleased when I saw two of the people we’d been waiting for enter.  Franklin and Dave, a gay couple we had known for years.  There had never been anything sexual between us, though a few times we all did end up naked in their hot tub together after some drinks, but that was just a little bit of fun.  

They made their way over to the table and sat.  Franklin immediately began to complain about parking.  Dave greeted me with his shy but insistent hello before listening to Franklin in that way of knowing what he’d say even before he said it.  When he finished his rant Dave spoke up and asked where Eric was.

“He’s out back, uhm, attending to personal matters,” I said.

“That boy gets away with too much,” Franklin said.  “I came here to eat not wait around and for his twink ass.”

“Will he be very long?” Dave asked.

“Depends on who is doing whom I guess, you know how Eric likes to drag these things out with someone,” I answered.  “But we’re still waiting on Troy and Steve so...”

“Steve can’t make it,” Dave said, “I talked with him earlier when we were still at home and he said he’s a bit tied up at the moment.”

“What about Troy?” I asked.

“I didn’t talk to him.  I texted but I didn’t get a response.  You know how he likes to keep people waiting.”

“He’s always late,” Franklin said.

“He’s kept me waiting several times,” I said.  “Once when we were supposed to go out to a concert he decided to hook up with some guy at a shoe store.  I waited at this bar, got pretty drunk, I made him pay for the taxi to get me home afterwards.”

“That sounds like Troy,” Franklin said.

“Want to make bets on his excuse this time?” Dave asked.

I thought over the possibilities but Dave was quicker.

“I say five bucks that he met some guy last night and brings him to brunch,” Dave said.  “And the guy barely speaks English.”

“He does have a thing for people who don’t make small talk,” Franklin said.

“Five says he lost his phone in someone’s car and slept in this morning,” I replied.

We sat for a moment and thought of more possibilities and were about to keep talking when Eric stepped out from the hallway and greeted everyone with a big, “hello” so we stopped and looked to him.  He resumed his seat with a big smirk on his face.

“Well?” I asked.

“It was quick.  He was nervous about it so I just gave him a hand job.”

“Eww,” Franklin said.

“Messy,” Dave said.

“I used his apron to wipe off my hand.  He hated that part but I wasn’t about to lick it clean, besides if he’d sucked me off there wouldn’t be a need to clean up.”

“TMI,” Franklin said.

“At least he didn’t mess his pants or anything,” Dave said, “that happened to me once and-”

“Okay, enough sharing,” Franklin interjected, “let’s talk about something else.”

We all looked around at each other and were surprised and delighted when moments later we spotted Troy and some new trick peeking through the window to find us before entering.  Troy pulled the young man by the wrist and pushed his way inside and shambled to our table.

“Hello,” I said to Troy’s new friend.

“Hi,” he replied with a small wave of his hand.

“Everyone this is Renaldo.  Renaldo this is everyone.”

I looked to Dave and Franklin who looked back to me and we all started laughing.  Troy was oblivious as usual and set out for the bar for drinks.  We fell into conversation.  Troy’s new friend didn’t say a thing and just looked uncomfortable and desperate to get out of there until he returned with two Bloody Mary drinks.  He gave one to his friend then drank at his before sitting down and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“What were we discussing?” he asked.

“Never mind,” I replied.