Long Time Coming

by Gavin Atlas

  “Uh, okay then. You got it.” What could I say? Men like Leo always seemed to know I’d do what they told me, and it always made me hard.

  As Leo left, my desk phone rang.

  “Hello?”

  “Toby, it’s Mike. I’m fucking that ass of yours tonight as soon as I get off from work.”

  Shit. “Uh, I’m sorry, sir. I can’t be available until late.”

  “Not the right answer, boy. You’re going to be punished.”

  Mike hung up. I sighed. Being as submissive as I was had so far meant ending up with men who didn’t treat me well. Mike didn’t even consider himself gay—just a “straight” guy who liked nailing my ass. The idea of a date with Leo made me have stronger feelings than usual about getting away from Mike permanently.

  * * * *

  I didn’t know there was such a thing as a “butch” coffee shop, but I learned otherwise when I parked at Jet Fuel Café. Geometric art deco lines and metal chairs that, at least from the outside, looked less than comfortable. I noticed Leo get out of a burgundy Jaguar. Wow.

  “I told you to wear that cologne, buster,” Leo said. “I didn’t tell you to wear anything else.”

  Holy cow, that was forward. I looked around the rainy parking lot to see if anyone had heard. One older lady seemed to be hurrying to her vehicle more than warranted by the drizzle.

  “Sorry I didn’t follow orders,” I said, smiling. Why did I say that? I should have just said, “Hey, ease up, Tarzan” or something with backbone. Why is the most submissive answer the one that flies out of my mouth?

  Inside, he bought me a decaf and sat down with a scone and black coffee.

  “So,” Leo said between bites, “you seem awful young. Where did you go to college and when did you get out?”

  “Last year and Vassar. You?”

  He nodded. “Good, good. I approve of Vassar. I went to Yale, and I’m thirty-eight. So compared to me, you’re just a boy.”

  I felt a shiver go through me. I needed to stop enjoying being called “boy,” but I couldn’t figure out how.

  “May I give you a compliment, Toby?”

  “Ah, I’m not sure I’ve done anything worth complimenting yet.”

  “Not necessarily true. Pete told me he really likes you, but…uh…that’s not what I meant. It’s that even with those pants on, I know you have a great ass.”

  I nearly spilled my drink. “Um…thanks.” I felt my cock stiffen.

  “And now I see you’re cute when you blush.” Leo gave me an amused, lopsided smile. “And you have a kissable mouth, dark curly hair I want to run my hands through, and your green eyes are always half-lidded, like you’ve just had the roughest screw of your life.”

  I let out a small, embarrassed laugh. “I think I’m just sleepy.”

  “It’s incredibly sexy.”

  I tried to shake off his seductive power by giving him a curt nod and a thumbs up. “Thanks, guy.”

  He took a slow sip of his coffee while keeping his eyes on mine. “So then, hot stuff, why are you trying to undermine me by steering Pete away from Princeton? Be honest. Is it because you won’t get paid if we list Pete’s top choices as the ones I want, and he doesn’t get in?” He said all this with a friendly, if mischievous, smile, but I knew he was serious.

  “Maybe we should discuss that when Pete is around.”

  “You can tell me what he said. It’s not like he’ll be in trouble or anything.”

  I whispered, “Well, can you keep a secret?”

  He leaned forward. “Absolutely.”

  “Then that makes two of us.”

  “I knew I liked you.” He chuckled, but he glanced away. He didn’t want me to catch the hint of irritation in his eyes.

  My cell phone buzzed on the table to let me know I had a text message. I read it.

  I need to fuck that ass now. You better be naked and ready.

  I covered my eyes. “Oh, Christ. I can’t believe him.”

  “Man trouble? Maybe I can help.” Leo grabbed my phone out of my hand.

  “Hey!”

  Leo read my phone and his eyes widened. “Whoa, so you have a boyfriend then.”

  “No, he certainly wouldn’t call himself my boyfriend. His name is Mike, and he’d probably like it if I’d call him my, uh…master.”

  Leo started entering text on my phone while telling me what he was typing. “Bite me, Mike. I have…a new…master… as…of…this minute.”

  I grabbed my phone away and looked at it. Leo hadn’t typed anything.

  “Are you happy with Mike?”

  I tucked my phone in my jacket pocket. “Leo, since you pointed out my gay bumper sticker, I had a feeling this was kind of a date. If I were happy with a master, I wouldn’t have agreed to meet with you. But I want the whole thing. Love and rockets.”

  “Rockets?”

  “I mean, like, fireworks only bigger. A huge connection on both emotional and sexual levels.”

  “I am looking to date, too. It’ll take a while to know if we’ll connect on an emotional level, but, uh…” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. “I know this is incredibly fast, but I have to admit I have this crazy-deep need to be with you, Toby, because you are fucking gorgeous.” He gave me such a simmering stare I knew I could refuse him nothing. “I can’t stop myself from asking,” Leo said while looking into my eyes, “shall we go to my place and find out if we connect on a sexual level? From the way Mike talks to you, I’m almost certain we do.”

  My breath sped up. “But what about Pete?”

  “Away at track practice.” Leo groped my crotch under the table.

  “In the rain?”

  “Good point, boy. Your place?”

  “Yes, sir.” I thought about the model airplanes and toy spaceships that decorated my apartment—another reason for Leo not to think of me as a grownup. However, he’d see some other things that would probably get his attention a lot quicker.

  I had a hard-on all the way home, and as soon as we were both through my front door, Leo undid my belt, unzipped my fly, and slid my pants and underwear off my hips. I barely had time to put down my briefcase and jacket before he’d bent me over the arm of my couch.

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, pretending to grind into me. “Your ass is even more amazing than I anticipated.”

  He gently but firmly grabbed me by the waist and slid me off the couch’s arm. In a flash, he had me on the floor with my legs in the air. He fervently unbuttoned my work shirt and loosened my tie with his teeth.

  “Your body is so smooth and muscular. I have to touch you everywhere.” He kissed me on the lips. It was an exciting and almost unfamiliar sensation. Mike hadn’t kissed me ever. Leo was indeed touching me all over, but more and more his hands lingered on my ass and cock.

  “Your master really owns you, doesn’t he, boy? You’re completely shaved and smooth down here. He must love fucking you.”

  “Yes, sir, but if you’re going to love fucking me, you need to let me up long enough to get to my bedroom where the condoms are.”

  “No I don’t because I’ll carry you.”

  He lifted me with one hand and threw me over his shoulder like a caveman’s mate. The feeling of helplessness thrilled me and made my head light, almost dizzy.

  “Easy, big fella,” I said. “Don’t hurt me.”

  “Not a chance,” he said, caressing my back with his free hand. “Whoa.” He got his first glimpse of my bedroom. “Handcuffs, ball gag, lengths of chain. I guess those two metal poles on either side of your mattress are so a guy can tie your legs in the air until you’ve saved up enough for a four-poster bed?”

  I laughed as he set me down on my mattress. “Of course if he ties me up that whole time, I’ll never get to work and never get that bed.”

  “But then he never has to stop fucking you.” Leo gently bit my neck while I laughed again. “Hey, you have candles all over your nightstand and no candlestick holders. You…you’re into hot wax?�
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  I closed my eyes in a brief moment of embarrassment, but confessed. “Yes, I love it, but seriously now, only my chest or arms. Nothing too sensitive.”

  Leo fingered my ass with urgent strokes. “God, you are a little freak, and I couldn’t be happier. Where are those condoms?” He opened the drawer beneath the candles. “Quite a selection. You must be a very busy lad. Let’s see. Ribbed, ultrathin, polyurethane, ah, here we go, extra large.”

  My eyes widened. “Really? You’re serious? Those are too big for just about—”

  He put my hand on his crotch. Through the cloth of his pants I felt his heft and girth. He was so huge, I gasped. The muscles in my ass tensed in anticipation.

  “God, Leo, you could be every bottom’s porn fantasy come true.”

  “Thank you, boy. And with your body and that incredibly fuckable ass, you could definitely be my fantasy.” He covered my mouth with a kiss, his tongue finding mine. Why did men always get me on my back, completely naked, while they stayed fully dressed? The unfairness of that always turned me on.

  Leo put my legs in the air and lubed me up with aggressive pleasure. It felt like he loved fingering my hole so much he didn’t want to stop long enough to undress and put his dick in me instead. I offered my ass as best I could, pulling my knees back to the mattress, and Leo grunted in appreciation.

  “I need to fuck you now,” he said, finally beginning to strip off his suit. As he pulled off his boxers, his huge erection bounced against his massive, muscular body.

  “Damn,” I stammered. His dick was so huge the tip reached past his navel by more than an inch. As he sheathed himself in latex, I knew he was right. Only a large condom would have sufficed.

  “Gently,” I said, as he began to sink his dick into my ass.

  “You got it, tiger,” Leo whispered. “Slow enough? You feel so good. So soft.” He gave me a moment to adjust to his size. God, I had thought Mike was huge, but Leo was so much bigger. I wanted to push up with my hips and meet his thrusts, but all I could do was take his cock and moan.

  “You okay now?” Leo asked while leaning down to brush his lips on mine. “Is it time to show you how good I am at fucking?”

  “Yes, sir,” I managed to say, still struggling with his size but determined to be as good a bottom as I always believed I was.

  He sped his thrusts, and I grunted with each stroke. A loud smacking sound accompanied his jabs as his balls hit my ass. He must have reamed me for ten minutes without letting up in the least. My ass was his completely, utterly conquered and possessed by this huge man.

  The dreamy, euphoric sensation from getting my ass so deeply ravished began to overwhelm me, and the pleasure I felt in my thighs, groin, and stomach intensified, taking me higher and higher. I thrashed my head from side to side. “I’m about to come!” I grabbed my dick to try to pinch off my orgasm.

  “Go for it.” Leo’s voice strained with his tremendous efforts.

  I couldn’t hold back, and I shot in spurt after spurt, hitting my face and the wall behind me. I couldn’t help but moan and writhe as spasms racked my body.

  “God, that’s made you so much tighter.” Leo’s face was red and dripped with sweat. He tilted his head upwards in ecstasy. “You’re so good, I can’t hold out.” He roared as he shot deep inside me. He was buried so far in me, the lower half of my body was off the mattress.

  Leo kissed me again, then looked at his watch. “Let me call Pete to let him know I’ll be home later than I said. I want to fuck you again after I’ve had a rest.”

  “You can’t be serious. Again?”

  “Hey, I may be thirty-eight, but I’m as horny as I was at eighteen, and I haven’t found someone I’ve wanted as much as you in years.”

  I remembered that Mike might still come over later, but I nodded anyway. “I’m not sure I can take much more of your dick, but I want to try.”

  He caressed my torso while leaving Pete a brief message. When he hung up, he said, “Maybe I can get you in the mood again if I play with your candles. I’ve never done this before.”

  I groaned as he took my lighter and lit the wick of a long white taper. Then he twisted the candle, waiting for the paraffin to melt enough to drip.

  “Hold the candle a little higher,” I said. “It might be psychological, but I think the fraction of a second longer it takes to hit my skin is the difference between feeling good and feeling burned.”

  “How’s this, tiger?” Leo asked, raising the taper about a foot. The first drop hit my chest, and I jolted at the exquisite pain.

  “Ohhh, that’s perfect,” I said.

  “Close your eyes so you don’t know where or when it’s going to hit you.” Leo already understood how this kind of play worked. Damn, he was good.

  I felt the sting of hot wax on my arms, my shoulders, and my chest. Then the smooth, soft kiss of the cooling paraffin. The tiny pricks of intense heat turned me on so much I began to jerk off again.

  It wasn’t long before I wanted to be filled with Leo’s dick. As if he were reading my mind, Leo said, “I need to fuck you now.” I kept my eyes closed, smelling the smoke of the extinguished candle and listening to the ripping of a condom wrapper. Then Leo’s hands pressed my knees back to the bed, and I felt him slide into my ass. Right away he began a frenzied, animalistic pounding that shook my entire body. Each savage thrust sent waves of adrenaline-fueled bliss shooting through me. He took even longer than he did the first time, and I had to bite my fingers to keep from screaming. We came together, both of us uttering exhausted moans as we shot. I felt a wonderful soreness in my core that I knew would last a week. I’d been entirely owned.

  Leo collapsed next to me and pulled me to him so my head lay on his chest. “You’re the best bottom I’ve had in…maybe ever.” He kissed my forehead. “So there’s the sexual connection. Tell me more about you. Why did you choose to be a college counselor?”

  “I’m not sure I’m very good at my job, but I think it’s fascinating, and for someone like me, who will never have kids, it gives me a kind of connection I would never have otherwise. Going to a particular college is a much bigger decision than most people realize. The relationships one makes and skills one develops have an incredible impact on the rest of a kid’s life. I just want to feel like I’ve helped someone through one of life’s most important choices and given them a big push towards lifelong happiness.”

  Leo played with my nipple. “I think you are a lot more idealistic than your bosses. From talking to them it sounds like College Dreams is geared toward packaging students for prestige schools like say…Princeton. What did Pete tell you that got us so off target?”

  “Leo, it’s confidential.”

  “Come on, Toby. It’s not like he’s going to be in trouble.”

  “I can’t tell you.”

  Leo’s face clouded, although he didn’t pull away from the embrace. “I already have to deal with being less than a real parent to Pete. Please, Toby, I need to know what I can do to make his life as good as possible. I know you understand.”

  I exhaled and thought for a minute. “He told me nothing so major that it can’t wait for a few days, and he let me know he wasn’t ready to discuss his feelings with you.”

  Now Leo moved away, pushing himself off the mattress to put on his clothes. “If that’s how you feel about it, maybe we aren’t compatible.”

  I was shocked. “Wait, what? Did you fuck me as a way to get information?”

  “Of course not!” His face registered his immediate regret that he’d gotten loud. “I’d better go. See you at our next appointment. I guess.”

  Minutes after he left, I tried to shake off my agitation by taking a shower to rinse away the candle wax and lube. When I finished, there was a text message from Mike saying he was coming over to fuck me. There was no way I could handle more sex. I called him to let him know I couldn’t see him.

  “This fuckin’ pisses me off, punk,” Mike yelled, and I had to hold the phone away from my ea
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  It was the wrong time for me to deal with Mike’s fury. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” I said quietly. After finding something, however brief, that contained more affection and conversation, I had no more desire for what Mike offered.

  “What did you just say?” The edge in Mike’s voice indicated this was my last chance to make amends before I’d be in trouble.

  “I’m sorry, Mike. I don’t want to be your bottom boy anymore. I—hello?”

  Mike had hung up.

  The next morning I had to tell my boss I’d hurt my leg working out because she could see I had trouble walking. There was no policy against having a relationship with a parent (or guardian), but from last night it was obvious dating a client could cause problems.

  I spent the morning looking further into that school I’d had a hunch about, McDaniel. Yep, easy to get into, but an amazingly strong record in getting its students into med school. Location-wise, it was almost exactly halfway between Leo’s zip code and Tammy’s college. Hmm.

  Later, I Googled Leo Villanti and found he owned a construction company that had built a couple malls in Westchester and a few apartment complexes. There was also an entry about a sizable donation he’d made to Yale. I guess he wasn’t kidding when he said financial considerations weren’t a problem.

  Throughout the day I kept getting hard when I thought about Leo, but every time he passed through my mind, it seemed like Mike had developed psychic powers. He kept texting me, telling me I had “no choice.” He was going to keep fucking my ass no matter what. I didn’t return his messages until the end of the day when I asked if we could meet somewhere so I could get back his key to my apartment, and I could return the sex toys that belonged to him.

  Mike said fine, he’d give me my key back, but only at my place. I didn’t want to meet him at my apartment, but it looked like I had to if I wanted my key.

  I felt nervous as I collected Mike’s toys and put them in a bag by the door. Then I decided to put the metal poles, handcuffs, and rope in my closet. The less bondage-friendly I made my apartment, the better—at least for now.