"Every day?"
"I'm a writer, remember? I'm under a lot of pressure now to produce, but if I start thinking about sex, it hurts my concentration. It's no big deal though because he's also stressed for time. He wants it every day too, just to blow off steam. So, it works for us."
"Sounds pretty sweet to me. You said he was seriously hot? Sounds like you're in big trouble, Boy. You got a virgin sub who's super hot and has come back three times and will be back tomorrow. Not only that, but you care what he wants to do. You Kyle… are in a relationship."
"Well sure, but it's an agreed upon relationship just for sex."
"Did you kiss him?"
"Well yeah, but…."
"Did you kiss him like you really meant it, deep and passionate?"
"Well sure, but it seemed natural."
"So, you kiss him, you want to please his every whim, and you've set up daily sex sessions. Then you both get back to work, right?"
"Yeah. So what?"
"Ever seen the way newlyweds act?"
"OH SHIT! Well, what should I do?"
"Boy, you have what the rest of us dream of. Enjoy it. Just because you're a Dom doesn't mean you can't feel something. You know better than that. This whole thing is all about feelings. Let your feelings soar. It makes it all so much better, especially if they feel something special for you. If it becomes apparent that he's falling for you, then you're home. You hit the bullseye. I'd play it cool for a while though. He's a newbie, so even if he's in a position of power he doesn't know it. You want to keep it that way. Knowing you're falling for him could…"
"Falling for him? Hold on, wait just a minute. I really like the kid, but really? I mean honestly, you don't really think…"
"Yes, I do! Do you want this advice or don't you?"
"Sorry."
"Okay then, knowing that you're falling for him could make you appear weak in his eyes and ruin his sub pleasures because… he might not feel the same submission knowing that you have feelings for him. He's a virgin, so he could easily be developing some heavy-duty feelings of his own. Ever think about that? He's new at this and it may be as big a surprise to him as it apparently is to you, but I gotta tell you something, you're a hot dude. Don't ever think you're not. He could do a lot worse than you."
"Thanks Leonard," I said. I wasn't used to hearing compliments like that from my old Dom.
"That's 'Thank you, Sir'," he corrected me, partially in jest and partially not.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Thanks for the advice. I was kind of afraid you were going to say something like that. You always seem to know things about me."
"I know you, Kyle. I dare say I know you better than any human being on the planet, sometimes better than you know yourself."
"It kind of scares me, but at the same time it's nice to have someone to talk to who understands me."
Changing the subject, Leonard went on the offense. "Why are you so afraid of a relationship?"
"It just wasn't in my plans."
"You're an idiot, you know that. You don't get to plan these things. Now go get him, but take your time or you might scare him off. Just how fast are you bringing him along, anyway?"
"I've been trying to introduce new things to him each day. I actually plan what I'm going to do like plotting out a novel."
"Whoa, Boy. You might want to limit the new things to once a week. Then spend some time letting him explore each one. If you keep up this pace you're gonna be inside that boy by Friday and he may not even know how to prep for that. You might need to spend more time talking."
"Yeah, you definitely have a point there. It's occurred to me that this might be moving too fast. The way he researched everything is kind of spooky. He already knows a lot without having done anything. He likely knows more than I think. Maybe after we're done tomorrow I can sit down with him and explain why we need to slow down the progression. Then I could sort of see how he feels about the next thing I have planned."
"No. You know better than that! Do I even have to tell you why that's stupid?" He sounded genuinely disappointed. It was odd how much control he still had over my emotions. I felt like I was in trouble all over again. The worst part was I know he knew how that made me feel.
"You can't let him have control, so be careful. If you use the phrase 'slow it down' you might never see him again. That means 'I'm getting ready to dump you' in every language."
"Yeah, good point. I'll slow it down and leave him out of it. If I start talking, he'll set up limits about things he doesn't even know he's going to love."
"Okay, sounds like a plan. Hey Kyle, if you can, keep me informed."
"I will. You gave me a lot to think about. I better go now. Thanks a lot. You always know what to say. Bye."
Hanging up the phone, I had my worst fears realized. Looking into the mirror on the dresser, I worked to try to admire myself. The day before, I'd thought I was pretty hot, but just then I noticed every real or imaginary flaw. Leonard was dead on. I was crazy about that kid and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I knew one thing for sure though; I wanted to keep feeling that way.
Back at my desk, I turned to the keyboard and started to write. This unexpected romantic involvement was going to play hell with me personally, but it fit into my new novel beautifully. I'd been working on it periodically whenever I needed a break from my work in progress. New chapter, I thought. I'll call it, 'The Paradox.'
*~*~*
Preston
When I left Kyle's house, I felt different somehow. I knew I still wanted to come back the next day, but for some reason I just wasn't as intensely excited about it anymore. Heading back to my apartment, I wondered if that was the result of this orgasm thing. It seemed to muffle some of those persistent desires, at least for now. Walking in the door, I picked up my phone and sat down. I needed to talk to someone about this and my only choices were Dexter and Jake. I punched in the number for Dexter. "Hello, Dexter?"
"Preston? Yeah, this is me. What's up?"
"I just came from my Dom's house. He made me… you know?"
"You got screwed? Already?"
"No… not that. He got me off."
Dexter laughed like it was a punch line. "I knew you had it in you. Pun intended."
"I just called to ask you something about that. I feel different now. I don't feel like I need to run back over there any time soon. I'm totally ready to grab a sandwich and hit the books. Is that normal?"
"Duh. That's half the reason for all of it. Your body tells you when you need it and then you can't think of anything else. By tomorrow you'll be nuts again and counting the minutes to get back there. After a while you won't even notice the change. That's why so many guys freak out after they get it on with their first guy. What seemed like a great idea one minute turns into overpowering guilt the next. Luckily, they get over that pretty fast. By the next day, it all seems a lot more reasonable. So, is that all you needed to know?"
"No, there's something else. I could have stayed there, but I left just so I could process all this. You see, he kissed me. I mean he really kissed me hard."
There was a pause and then he asked, "Did you like it?" I could hear the smile in his voice.
"I never wanted him to stop. It was… I don't know… kind of spiritual."
"Good, you're into him. Sounds like he's into you, too. He's a Dom, right?"
"Yeah," I said, wondering where he was going with all this.
"Hmmm. They don't usually kiss like that. I mean, I guess some do. I mean, I've heard."
"Stop it," I said, realizing he was not telling me something. "You're covering. You know something. You've done this before haven't you? I mean, with a Dom."
"Well, yeah, just barely. You see, after talking to you yesterday, it sounded so hot that… well…right after you left I hopped on my laptop. I knew I had to find out for myself. I'm glad you called me, because I was trying to get up the nerve to call and tell you about it."
"Okay, spill. I want all the
dirt."
"Well, like I said, after we talked, I couldn't think of anything else. Try as I might I kept thinking about it, so I got online. Before long, I was chatting with a Dom. He sounded really hot and after a few questions he realized I'd never been with a Dom before, so he invited me over to try it all out."
"So, what did you think?"
"It was really exciting at first, but then after a few minutes of doing everything he said, I felt like I was just letting everything go. All my worries, and nervousness about what was happening were gone. My need to make the next move disappeared. All I wanted was to please him."
"That's exactly right!" I said thinking how hot it would be if one of my friends shared my newly found proclivity. "Are you going to see him again?"
"Yeah, he kind of ordered me back tonight. I'd tell you more, but he made me swear I wouldn't reveal his identity to anyone. He said he'd know and somehow, I think this time I better keep my word. I don't want him to be mad at me. He said he punishes bad behavior and I have a feeling he meant it. I got a taste of that already."
Something about his voice made me need to know more. "What? Tell me about it. Did he put you over his knee? What did he do? What time are you going to see him again?"
The phone was silent for a moment, and then he scolded me a bit. "Easy with the questions. If this all works out, you'll probably meet him someday, but I don't want you forming ideas about him."
"Hey, I'd never hit on your—"
"No, that's not what I mean. I just know that because he's a Dom you'd be thinking about him and wondering about what he does to me. I just don't want you thinking about that. If this all falls apart I'll tell you everything, but for now… well, I won't. I get to see him again about 8:30. The rest we can discuss later, much later." Then with a grin in his voice he added, "I'm dying to see what happens tonight."
"Hey, I still wanna know what happened last night."
"Preston, I told you. Not now, maybe I'll tell you later. I need to sort of understand all of this better before I talk to you about it."
"Well at least he ordered you back."
"Sort of."
"What do you mean, sort of?"
"Well, he sort of made me beg to come back."
"Seriously? That's so hot. How did he make you beg?"
"Honestly I was just telling him I had a good time and he said, 'Do you want to have a better time?'"
"I said, 'Yes,' and he asked me how much. Before I knew it, I was begging to see him again, but I didn't feel bad about it because I knew he was loving it and in a way, I think I was too. It really seemed to be doing it for him. It's not like he's going to go talk shit about me. Anyway, I know he wanted me to come back really bad. I just know."
"Okay Dexter, but if you get back at a decent hour you check in with me when you get home. Okay?"
"Maybe we can both check in with each other when I get back. We should make it a habit, but I don't know what we're going to say. We're both kind of on a gag order."
"Yeah, you have a point, but we can at least talk in generalities." By now, I was pacing the room holding the phone to my ear.
"Generalities? Yeah, I think I'd like that. I have a feeling tonight he's gonna want to go pretty far. I think yesterday was just a test."
The thought of Dexter's Dom taking him to new heights that night made me feel like the competition was on. If we were going to be exchanging vague stories for a few days, I had to have a good one.
"He probably tried to get you to beg to see if you were the real deal."
"The real deal?" Dexter seemed confused.
"You know, a true submissive. He wanted to see how far he could take you. I'll bet tonight he binds you up to see how you handle that."
"Too late for that," Dexter confessed, giving me more information than he'd intended. Ignoring his accidental slip, I continued, "Well, maybe he wants to see if he can finish in your mouth."
"Too late for that too," he confessed.
"Tonight then he's probably going to… Oh My God… That's where we both are… My guy is probably going to… Dexter, have you ever had a guy, you know… in you before?"
"Sure, but you haven't, have you?"
"No, but I think I want to. It's just that I don't know what to expect and I don't want to have an accident. You know. I know there's stuff you can do but… maybe I should just google it."
Suddenly slightly terrified, I sat down on the ratty old couch that came with my apartment to hear his response, which was quick in coming. "Okay then… Dexter to the rescue. If I were you I'd head down to the drug store and get a large refillable enema bulb and…"
For the next few minutes Dexter described in detail how he prepared for a date. Telling me that being ready when the time comes works a whole lot better than getting hot and bothered and excusing yourself. Saying our goodbyes, I took a few minutes to run to the corner drug store and buy the appropriate device. Upon returning home, I carefully read the contents of the box top to bottom and all four sides. Then I experimented. When I was confident that I understood the basics, I dropped into bed, an hour late but calmer than I might otherwise have been.
*~*~*
The following day passed in a blur. The intensity of desire that left me the day before, after my first orgasm, had returned that morning. Now it was an hour before our meeting and I didn't want to be late. I'd heard from Dexter that a Dom would sometimes punish their boy and I didn't want that to happen, at least I didn't think I did. I was really apprehensive about what we were going to do today. It could be almost anything, I thought. Climbing the steps to the porch, I walked to the front door, knocked and waited. The door was slightly ajar and swung slowly open. Kyle grabbed me from the other side and pulled me into the front room.
"I told you when you arrive for an appointment, the door will be unlocked." I could feel his frustration and his joy as he scolded me for my indiscretion. "Allow me to repeat: in the future, when you arrive you will enter the house, close the door behind you, lock it, go into the bedroom and strip. Then you will drop to your knees, put your hands behind your back, lower your head, and wait. I will enter the room when I've determined that you're ready. If I see that you've followed my instruction to the letter, I will be pleased. Once I see that I will do anything I want to you. Is that agreeable?"
"Yes, Sir," I offered, turning and locking the door. In a second I was headed for the bedroom. I disrobed and knelt on a pad he'd obviously prepared for me.
A moment later, Kyle casually walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "I've been thinking," Kyle said. "You've been moving along very fast. I don't want to frighten you by moving too fast, I just want to show you the ropes since you've never done any of this before."
"Sir, I want you to show me everything. This is all so much better than I ever dreamed."
"You know where this is all going, don't you? Taking someone inside them for the first time is scary to a lot of men who've never done that before. I want you to know that there are certain things boys do to make the whole process easier and more sanitary."
"I know all about that. I have everything I need to take care of that. I used it before I came over just in case. Sir? I was just wondering…"
"Yes, Boy?"
"Sir, am I your boy?"
He seemed to be struggling for an answer. "Would you like that?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir. I want you to want me to be your boy. If I'm gonna to be your boy… I want you… inside me. I want you… to want to be in me. I want you on me. I want to be part of you, to know that something of you is deep inside me when I leave."
The look on Kyle's face was pure surprise. "Really? You want that? Because I want that, more than you know. I want to feel you under me, burying myself deep inside you."
"Yes, Sir. I need all of that. If you slow down showing me new things, I won't be able to even function. Please make it now. Make me your boy right now." For a split second, I saw Kyle break, just long enough to hint that I might already be h
is boy.
My Boy
Kyle
Hearing his words was almost more than I could bear. I was speechless. He'd pleaded with me to take him right now. Knowing he wanted it made it the only thing in the world I could even think about.
A smile crept across my face. I have a gorgeous man kneeling in front of me begging for me to take his cherry, like I was staking my claim. I try not to smile too much with a sub, but Preston wasn't just a sub. He was my boy now. I didn't know how that would work, but for now I wasn't really interested in being his Dom. Right now, I wanted him more than I think I'd ever wanted anyone, but at the same time I was keenly aware that he'd never done this before.
He wanted to be my boy, and even though part of me wanted to throw him on the bed and take him right then and there, the better part of me knew for sure that even though he wanted me, this was not the right way to go about it. If I wanted him to want me this bad tomorrow, today had to be more than good, and I still needed to be his Dom.
Pulling him up from the floor, I took his chin in my hand to look him in the eyes. "I want that too. I want that a lot, but I want to be sure you enjoy it as much as I'm going to, so we're going to do this slow, but we are going to do this today." I led him over to the bed. Reaching to the side, I opened the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. "This is lube. It makes the start of this much easier."
I pushed him down on the bed, ordering him onto his back with his head resting on the pillow so he could see what I was doing. I needed him to see me, to anticipate what I might do next. I slowly lubricated my right hand, allowing him to watch as I prepared myself for entry.
"Raise your knees and spread them apart," I ordered. Climbing onto the bed, I reached down between his legs and underneath. With the other hand, I pushed his legs up farther, reaching deeper with the other. I gently lubed his hole with the extra lube I'd left on my hand for just that purpose. "I'm on the thick side and because you haven't done this before, I can't just push into you. That could be painful and since we're going to be doing this a lot," I said, stressing 'a lot', "it's important that you enjoy it. Do you understand?"
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