Making His Stand

by Thianna Durston

  James did not consider it settling. Alec’s cock was large, maybe six and a half inches, thick and veiny. The large mushroom head was covered in a prestigious amount of precum and James really wanted to lick it.

  “All right,” Alec said, his voice going to a deeper register that made butterflies dance in James’s stomach. “Let’s get this show on the road.” He tossed a small pillow on the floor. “Rest your knees on that and your upper body on the sofa while I prepare that sweet ass.”

  He wasn’t so sure an ass could be called sweet, but James was too excited to belabor the point. The pillow was wide enough that he could kneel somewhat comfortably with his knees spread a little wide. His dick pressed lightly against the edge of the sofa as he leaned on the cushions.

  Alec’s strong fingers spread his ass cheeks apart. The pop of a bottle filled the air and James forced himself to breathe deeply. This was it. It was finally going to happen. A wet finger coated in lube pressed against his hole and slid inside. Alec pressed up against him and whispered into his ear. “When was the last time you used the plug?”

  Remembering the night before where he’d taken Stan’s advice, James found himself grinning. “Last night. I thought it might make things easier.”

  “So wonderfully eager,” Alex said with a warm chuckle. “I like that. It will make preparation simpler and I can be inside you faster.”

  James’s breath caught and it took a couple seconds before he could breathe again. “Yes,” he moaned and pressed his hips up. The action shoved Alec’s finger in further and he arched into it.

  “Gorgeous,” Alec murmured. “Such a wonderful, needy little bottom.” He pressed a second finger in and James groaned at the fullness. It felt about the width of his plug. Alec fucked him slowly with those two fingers and when they passed over James’s prostate, a frisson of energy shot up his spine. He let out a cry of excitement. “There it is,” Alec said in a pleased tone and rubbed over it again. “And quite sizable too. I can hit this very easily.”

  Yes. Yes. Yes. James seemed robbed of his voice as Alec added a third finger. The burn made his breath catch again and he forced himself to breathe through the discomfort.

  “Good boy,” Alec said in a pleased tone. “It won’t be long. It must feel like you’ve been waiting a lifetime to finally have a dick in your ass.”

  With a cough of a groan, James nodded. “I wasn’t sure it would ever happen.” There was a part of him that was sure he’d be a virgin all his life.

  Alec pulled his fingers out and there was a tear of plastic. James looked over his shoulder and tensed. A condom wrapper. He watched as Alec rolled the rubber up his dick. It was going to happen. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. A rush of panic hit him.

  “Wait,” he wailed as Alec lined his cock up.

  Alec looked up into his eyes and there was nothing but kindness in those hazel depths. “I’ll wait,” he said quietly. “This is your call, James. If you’re not ready, we’ll stop now. There are plenty of nights ahead. You don’t need to rush if you’re not ready.”

  The pure understanding without any recrimination was James’s undoing. Nobody had ever been so nice to him before. If he was going to have his cherry popped, he’d rather have it done by someone like Alec. He was the kind of man James had dreamed of his entire life but had begun to wonder if he truly existed.

  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, Alec hadn’t moved. “Sorry,” he said with a grimace. “Momentary panic.”

  With a kind smile, Alec nodded. “This is pretty life changing stuff. Let me know if you want to stop or continue.”

  “Continue,” he whispered. “I’m scared as all hell. But I want this. Please, Alec. Please fuck me.”

  Alec leaned over him and kissed him softly. “You’re very brave,” he murmured. “You know this is about to get very uncomfortable at first. I promise that won’t last long.” He pulled back and placed a comforting hand on James’s hips as he pressed the tip of his cock against James’s hole.

  It was so much bigger than anything James had ever tried before that he had to force himself not to pull away. The lube helped, as had the fact he wore the plug the whole night, but nothing could stop the discomfort of such a large appendage entering his body. The burn made him grimace and he squinched his eyelids shut as he tried not to clamp down.

  A warm hand rubbed his back. “Push down, James. It will help.”

  He’d read that in anal sex guides and he trusted Alec, so he obeyed. The burn didn’t stop, but Alec slid in easier. When his balls tapped lightly against James’s, he stopped moving. “Take a couple deep breaths,” Alec encouraged. “You’re doing well. I’m in, so from here on out, it’s just going to get better.”

  James hoped so as it felt like he had a baseball bat up his ass. He took a couple deep, calming breaths and gasped as Alec pulled out slowly. The burn stopped and the slide felt really, really good. “Oh yes,” he groaned.

  “Yes,” Alec agreed and pushed back in. The burn slightly returned, but a lot less than it was. Slowly but surely, Alec increased his speed. By the fourth thrust, the burn was completely gone and every slide as Alec’s cock pressed in and out felt exceptionally good.

  “More,” he moaned as the thrusts increased in tempo. Everything felt so good. The slide of Alec’s cock, the smack as his hips came in contact with James’s ass, and the warm body behind him.

  “Good boy,” Alec murmured. He grasped James’s hips with his hands and pulled them back slightly so his cock no longer touched the sofa. “Welcome to life as an out and proud gay man, James.” He barely had time to take in that phrase before Alec pulled out and slammed back in.

  There were no words for the sheer amount of force Alec used as he rammed into James’s ass, his cock filling up James’s channel perfectly. When he bent over James’s back and his shaft rubbed over James’s prostate with every lunge, he lost it. He came with a cry, feeling like he was flailing even though his chest and arms were on the sofa and his knees were firmly on the floor.

  Alec wrapped his arms around James’s chest and lifted him up so he was against Alec’s chest and continued to fuck him, driving in hard and fast. It kept his orgasm going and when Alec grunted and stilled, James was fascinated at being able to feel the thrumming of his cock through the latex.

  Once he’d pulled out, James leaned against the sofa cushions again, replete and sore and feeling absolutely wonderful.

  “Come on,” Alec said with a chuckle. He lifted James back onto the sofa and cleaned him off. Then he leaned over and gave him a warm, slow kiss. James hummed in enjoyment. “How do you feel about marionberry shortcake?”

  His mind slightly mushy from the most amazing sexual experience of his life, it took a few seconds for the words to sink in. “Marionberry shortcake? Yum.”

  “My feeling exactly. Don’t get completely dressed unless you want to. But I suggest you put on your jeans. That’s what I’m going to do. Then I’m going to let Zippo out and we can enjoy Slate’s dessert.”

  James felt slightly boneless, but he somehow got his jeans on and when Zippo came running into the living room, he picked him up onto the sofa. His dog wagged his tail and kept looking toward the kitchen, sniffing. “Yes, dessert is coming,” he said with a yawn. Zippo barked and wagged his tail more. He loved dessert.

  Chapter Twelve

  The boat ride to Victoria was vile. James spent most of it with his head over the side in a just-in-case maneuver. Slate stayed nearby, but seemed to understand that James preferred to be alone in his misery. When they docked, James had never been so grateful to get off the stinking ferry. The knowledge he would have to get back on one to get to the island was not a pleasant thought.

  However, once the ground under him wasn’t undulating and Slate bought him a sandwich, his stomach settled and he found he enjoyed the beautiful coastal city. Slate, as it turned out, had a thing for architecture, something James also enjoyed. So they wandered all over, checking out th
e different buildings and comparing them to places they had been.

  He was so comfortable with him that James decided to bring up the list. “Slate?”

  “Hmm?” Slate was looking up at Craigdarroch Castle with an amused expression. “This looks like a creepy mansion, not a castle. What do you think?”

  “The turret makes it look like a castle,” James mused. “But yes. I’ve got to agree this side has that ‘don’t go inside because you’ll get chopped to death by a ghost’ kind of vibe.”

  Snorting, Slate nodded. “Did you want to ask something?”

  He blew out a breath as they began the walk away from the castle. “Alec… umm…” James had no clue how to begin that kind of conversation. Being with Alec Tuesday night had been better than any dream ever. But Alec had been busy with some special orders he was making and being around when the workmen put in his shop, so texting was the only communication they’d had since until Alec showed up early that morning to pick up Zippo. James had started to worry that maybe Alec might not want to do anything with him, but one kiss before he left to meet Slate at the docks had tossed that worry on its head.

  “Yes?” Slate asked, a knowing grin on his face. “There’s something between you. I could see it. Has he made a move?”

  Relieved, James nodded. “Yes. He’s kind of amazing.”

  “Nothing kind of about it,” Slate said and nudged him. “That’s great, hon. Alec’s a great guy. We’re too different to be in a relationship but if we weren’t? I would have tried to hold onto him. So how are things going?”

  Glad for the opening, James rushed in. “I have this limits list thing. And I’ve looked up online what they are, but I’m still not sure I understand why someone would want to do some of those things.”

  Slate waved his hand around. “Everyone’s different. All Alec wants to know is what you’re interested in so he can make play as fun and hot for you as possible. This list will give him a beginning point.”

  “But I…” James cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m afraid he’ll think oddly of me if I mark all the things that make my heart beat faster.”

  A warm hand took hold of his and Slate pulled him off the path toward a bench. “Sit.”

  James sat down and Slate straddled the bench facing him. Kindness twinkled in eyes that today were lavender. He definitely used colored contacts. “Did he explain that there’s nothing bad on the list?”

  Fidgeting, James nodded. “Yes. And he told me if there were things I was interested in that he wasn’t, that there were ways to bring those about. I just don’t want him to think I’m a freak.”

  “Oh, honey.” Slate leaned forward and gave him a peck on the nose. “Everyone starting out feels that way. As if we’re the only weirdo with that particular fetish or kink. But think on it. For anything to have gotten on that list, there have to be a sizable amount of people with that particular interest. So you’re not the only one. I can tell you right now that Alec will not bat an eye at anything. I’ve got some pretty out-there kinks that aren’t on his limits list. He was more interested in learning what they were than anything. And he likes you,” he said with a wink. “I’ve only known him for a year and I saw him play with several guys last year. He’s a good guy and a boatload of fun to play with. But I’ve never seen him look at someone the way he looks at you. Honey, he already likes you. Not just the boy he thinks he’s going to get to tie up and do naughty things to. But you, the man behind the mask. That’s pretty special if you ask me.”

  Worry entered James’s chest at the mention of other men Alec played with the year before, but it was instantly kicked out again at the idea that Alec might really like him.

  “So what kinks are you afraid will make him run for cover?” Slate asked with a sly smile. “And keep in mind he has done just about everything and is a well-known expert on CBT.”

  “CBT scares me.” Though admittedly some of it excited him as well when he thought of Alec doing those things to him.

  “Me too.” Slate laughed. “I don’t want my cock tortured thank you very much. But I’ve seen him do it in different ways and I have to say a few of the things he does looks really hot.”

  James glanced around and leaned in. “The spanking thing.” He gulped. “It…” Every time he thought about Alec spanking his ass, his entire body caught on fire. He’d jerked off several times over the last few days just thinking of it.

  “Oh,” Slate said with a grin. “He’s going to love that. He loves impact play and has a particular interest in the whole DD thing.”

  James quickly went over the list in his head but couldn’t place that. “What’s DD?”

  Slate blew out a breath. “It’s a mix of things, focusing heavily on the D/s dynamic. Some say it’s completely different than BDSM. Balderdash. It’s just a different subset of the B and D and D/s sections. Basically it’s a relationship that, no matter what kinks you do or don’t do, the couple has rules. And if the S side of the dynamic breaks those rules, he’ll get punished, often with a spanking. It’s called domestic discipline or loving discipline. Alec’s not into harsh dynamics, but from what he told me over the winter, he wants that kind of relationship. Where he can help his partner through love and a good spanking every once in a while.”

  That sounded strange and yet kind of exciting as well. “So it’s not crazy that I kind of crave a spanking?”

  “Hell no. On my meter, that’s a low level kink, honey. It would be a great way to start. So don’t fear about marking it down. Alec knows you have no experience. He’ll tailor your scenes that way because he wants you to want another scene. As funny as it may sound considering his interest in CBT? He’s not a sadist. If the sub didn’t enjoy what he did? He wouldn’t enjoy it.”

  Relieved that Slate didn’t laugh at him, James reached into his coat and pulled out a piece of paper with a few other things he was interested in. “What about these?” he asked and handed the list over.

  Slate looked over the list and a smile slowly spread across his face. “James, are these the things you’re interested in?” He glanced up and James nodded, heat flooding into his cheeks. “Oh, honey. Don’t fear at all. You align with Alec’s kinks pretty well. Yes he has more, but he’s been in the lifestyle for almost two decades. I can promise you he’ll be one happy Dom when he sees this.”

  “Okay. There was one of the limits that I looked up and…” James shook his head. “I don’t get it, but my body goes crazy every time I read about it.”

  “What’s that?” Slate asked and handed him back his list.

  “Puppy play.”

  The squeal that left Slate’s lips made him jump. “I adore puppy play,” Slate said with a huge grin. “It’s fun. Online videos make it look stupid. But there’s something about putting on those ears and a tail and following the Dom’s commands that really turns my crank. I’ll warn you, there’s a huge touch of humiliation added to it.”

  “Humiliation? Really?” He didn’t want to be humiliated.

  “Erotic humiliation. It’s hard to explain because it covers so much. But yes. If you’re being a puppy and your Dom takes you for a walk. What do puppies do on walks?” Slate cocked a brow and James’s mouth dropped open. “Yep. Commanded to pee with your leg lifted up is an experience that’s slightly humiliating. For me, it’s also a turn on. But just something to keep in mind.”

  It was a relief to discuss everything with Slate and while James was determined to finish marking his list and give it to Alec, he was still nervous. He had the feeling there was a lot more to each of the kinks listed than he could imagine.

  As an accountant he liked the straightforward nature of math. Unexpected variables bothered him. But Tuesday night had been filled with variables and it had been wonderful. He wanted to try BDSM. James just hoped it was as exciting in real life as it seemed in his head.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Alec leaned against a bench and waited for the evening ferry. Zippo sat at his feet, his little head tur
ning this way and that as he searched for James. While he seemed to have enjoyed himself with Alec, he’d stayed alert the entire day, waiting for the voice and scent he loved most in the world. “Don’t worry,” he told the little dog for the tenth or twelfth time that day. “James will be home soon.”

  He received a wag in response but Zippo was too busy being on the lookout to pay much attention to him. Considering how strange it had to be to him to be thrust onto another person all day long, Zippo had been the perfect house guest. He’d followed Alec from room to room and when he sat down, Zippo curled up near his feet. When Zippo needed to go outside, he gave a polite little yip and went to the door.

  It was plainly obvious to Alec that Zippo missed James. That all-over happiness that usually came from the little dog was missing. In a bizarre way, Alec knew how he felt. Even though he and James hadn’t seen anything of each other since Wednesday morning when James left his house until he picked Zippo up before dawn, just knowing he was nearby and Alec could drop in and see him at any moment had been a balm on the back of his mind. Knowing he was all the way in Victoria, British Columbia, made it difficult for him to concentrate. Not to mention the fact he’d worried because James was prone to sea sickness and that would mean two trips across the water in one day.

  To keep his mind off his worries, he spoke to the dog. “I’m thinking of asking your owner on a date for next Friday. What do you think?” Zippo’s tail wagged, but he didn’t turn around. “See, the thing is I haven’t dated since college. I hated it then and I’ll admit I’m not looking forward to it now.” He blew out a breath. “And yet, I look forward to getting to know James better.”

  Zippo looked up at him, gave a yip and stood up, his tail wagging. At first, Alec wondered if Zippo knew James’s name. The sound of a motor pierced the darkness. The ferry was coming.

  He let the little dog take the lead as they walked down the beach toward the docks. The closer the ferry got, the more Zippo’s body wriggled as though he knew who was going to step off that boat. Afraid he’d wriggle himself right off the docks, Alec picked him up. Zippo calmed down the moment he was picked up, though he kept his head up and alert, his ears perked forward.