“Tell me,” he commanded. “Tell me exactly what you wanted.”
It was difficult to be honest with him, because what I had wanted the first day I met him was no longer what I was interested in. When I first laid eyes on him at The Warehouse, I had wanted to conquer him; to prove to myself that I could turn a straight guy gay and bend him to my will.
Standing before him in the darkness of his bedroom, I knew that was no longer the case. I got the sense that we both wanted something from each other, and I found myself surprisingly – and desperately – wanting to know what he wanted from me so that I could provide it.
“I’ve wanted…” I began breathlessly, wondering if it was okay for me to divulge the fantasies that were looming around my mind, demanding to be acknowledged and making me weak in the knees.
“Say it,” he said, never once breaking eye contact with me.
“I’ve wanted to see how you taste,” I finally said, the words carelessly falling from my mouth and out into the open for him to see and judge.
Looking down at his cock which was clearly – and pointedly – tenting in his jeans, he said with a smirk, “Find out.”
Reaching up, he braced his hands on the back of my neck and began to force me down. At first, he gently pushed me in the direction he wanted me to go, but eventually he grew impatient and shoved me down, forcing my knees to bend as I found myself on the floor beneath him.
Looking up at him, I noticed that there was no longer a devilish grin on his face. It had been replaced by an assertive, dominant stance. I slowly lifted my hand up toward his groin, eagerly wanting to unzip his jeans and see what was beneath, but not wanting to give away that I wanted him so badly.
“Do it,” he said, commanding me once again.
I unbuckled his belt and pushed it out of the way, popping the buttons on his jeans loose and pulling the flaps apart. Reaching down, Clint grasped the zipper with two fingers, slowly pulling it down as I listened to the zipping sound. I kept my eyes on the zipper the entire time, anxiously waiting to see what would spring forward once it had finally reached the bottom of its course.
Finally, once it was completely unzipped, he clasped his hands on his jeans and pulled them down further. I couldn’t resist any longer, and I reached up and stuck my fingers under the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down and revealing the most beautiful dick I had ever seen in my life.
The head, dripping with precum, protruded proudly and demandingly, mere inches from my face. The thing I had dreamed about – lusted over for what felt like ages – was finally before me, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
Instantly, I leaned forward and opened my eager mouth, allowing the tip of his dick to pass between my parted lips. My swirling tongue tasted the sweetness of his salty precum as I went lower and lower, gradually engulfing more and more of his cock into my mouth.
Pushing his hips forward, he forced it all the way to the back of my throat as he asked, “Does it taste how you thought it would?”
I nodded my head, but he didn’t allow me to pull back to answer his question. Bracing his hands on the back of my head, he began to forcefully push forward and pull back, guiding and directing me with his motions, plunging his rock-hard cock into my moist, warm mouth.
Having Clint inside my mouth – inside any part of my body – was an experience I had only dreamed of. Smelling his scent and tasting his essence was like a vivid fantasy come true, and I desperately needed more.
Clint reached down, slipped his hands under my armpits, and pulled me up so that I was standing before him. Without hesitation – and without patience or finesse – he tore my shirt open, ripping it in one quick motion, electricity zinging though my body at his dominance. He stepped back and admired my body, looking me up and down as he took in every inch of my sculpted body.
“Fuck,” he said, “you look good.”
I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, and I reached down to unbutton and lower my own jeans, leaving just my underwear covering my body. To my surprise, Clint dropped down to his knees and presented himself to me, grinning as he looked up at me.
“I’ve wanted to know,” he began, licking his lips as he gazed at my covered package, “how you taste as well.”
“Oh?” I asked, not believing what I was hearing.
For some reason, I had assumed that since Clint had never been with a guy before, he would be the one who’d be dominant and assertive, never once giving any thought to my pleasure or desires. I was surprised, however, to see that Clint was going to give me as much pleasure as I had given him.
I felt his fingers as they slipped under the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down slowly. As they finally went low enough, my cock sprang loose from them and dangling right in front of Clint's face and open mouth.
I thought Clint might hesitate – I thought he might be unsure of himself in the face of something new, but I was wrong. He eagerly leaned forward, taking my entire cock in my mouth in one big gulp, pulling and caressing it with his tongue as I moaned in ecstasy, my entire body shuddering at the exquisite feeling.
My naturally assertive instincts kicked in and I grabbed the back of his head, pushing him all the way down to the base, feeling the back of his throat as it touched the tip of my dick. I didn’t want to take it easy – I didn’t want to be gentle.
Seconds turned into minutes and I was impressed by Clint’s dedication to taking care of my cock. I knew – however – based on his nature, that he would expect the same in return. Although he was submitted before me on his knees, I knew I would be kneeling before him again later, and I smirked at the thought.
I had slipped into a trance-like state of bliss, staring up at the ceiling as he bobbed up and down on my cock, but I was finally shaken from it when I realized that he had stopped, risen to his feet, and was looking me in the eyes.
“Turn around,” he commanded, playfully pushing me and demanding that I follow his orders. “Let’s see what those squats have accomplished.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, as I was proud of the hard work I had been putting in at the gym. If I was being honest with myself, I’d have to acknowledge that – since I had first met Clint – I had been giving my workouts extra attention in the hopes that he might notice.
“Damn,” he said upon hungrily looking at my ass. “I’ve been a fitness trainer for years now, and I’ve never seen an ass this beautiful.”
Looking back at him over my shoulder, I squinted my eyes and smiled to indicate that I knew how glorious it was. Clint reached down and caressed it with both of his hands, taking in each cheek of my ass like it was a work of art to be admired and appreciated. I didn’t hear as he dropped to his knees, but the warmth of his lips on my skin let me know what he was about to do.
Wow! This is a surprise, I thought, slowly bending over and bracing myself with my hands on the wall.
Clint started slowly at first, but soon I felt his tongue parting between my muscular cheeks as his hands pried them apart. For the first few seconds, I was tense and nervous, but as soon as I felt his warm tongue gently pressing against my puckered hole, I immediately relaxed.
It had been ages since I had allowed someone to be so intimate with me, and I was glad that I had waited. None of the customers at The Warehouse were ever privy to this position; with them, I always took control and forced them to service me but, unlike Greg, I would never allow them to be this intimate.
“How does it feel?” I heard Clint ask, his voice muffled against my hole, causing me to shiver.
Before I could think about it, I answered, “I want the real thing.”
I heard nothing but silence behind me, and I wondered if Clint had understood what I meant. I had experienced the incomparable sensation of having his cock in my mouth and his tongue in my ass, but now I wanted all of him.
“The real thing?” he asked, his voice surprising me as he was closer to my neck than I would have imagined.
He was on his
feet, no longer kneeling behind me. I felt his warm, moist breath on my neck as he slid his hands slowly and sensually up my back.
“You want it?” he asked, making sure to confirm what he had just heard.
“Yes,” I replied breathlessly, bending over a little more so that my ass was in the air and hungrily waiting for him.
“It’s been a long time,” I added, “since I’ve let a guy do this. Just be gentle.”
Without missing a beat, he forcefully and confidently replied, “No.”
At first, I still thought he would be gentle, but I quickly learned that he was serious. I felt the tip of his dick as it pressed against my ass cheek, pushing and prodding, demanding to be allow entry.
What I had told Clint was the truth – it had been ages since a man had been inside me, and I was nervous yet eager at the same time. He didn’t hesitate – he didn’t wait for subliminal permission to do what he wanted – and needed – to do.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the first second I laid eyes on you,” he said behind me.
His words melted me and caused me to bend over a little more, displaying myself like a lusty animal in heat.
“Please,” I begged, not realizing that the word had escaped my lips. “Please fuck me.”
Without hesitation, he began to rub the head of his engorged cock against my puckered hole, teasing and stretching it until I began to relax enough to accept him whole. As I relaxed, he began pushing a little harder, slipping the head of his dick through the tight outer ring with a pop. I took a deep breath, braced myself on the wall, and exhaled as he fully seated himself inside me. I had never felt so full, so thoroughly impaled as when Clint filled me.
The moans which began to emanate from my throat were animalistic as Clint satiated an urge and a special place that hadn’t been touched in a long time.
“Please,” I said, “please be gentle.”
As if he wanted to defy my words, he pushed further and harder inside me, and my entire body shook with ecstasy.
Finally, I felt the base of his cock as it pressed against my ass cheek, letting me know that he was completely inside me. He began to rock back and forth with a perfectly-timed rhythm, pushing and pulling in and out of me at his will, and pleasuring himself with my body.
Looking at the wall while he had his way with me, I felt his hands slip around my neck and clasp tightly, preventing most of the air from escaping my lungs. A slight choking sensation overcame me as his fingers buried into the skin of my neck, forcing me to bend down even lower and submit to him.
Suddenly, his pace quickened and he began to thrust in and out of me, widening and closing my hole as he pulled his dick in and out. The base of his cock slammed up against my ass before pulling out and pushing back in.
“You like it?” he asked, his deep voice booming through the room and echoing off the walls. “Tell me you like it.”
“Clint,” I said, barely able to contain myself as I reached down and stroked my cock. “Clint!”
“Are you going to come?” he asked, wrapping his hand around my neck even tighter so that I could barely breathe.”
“I want it to last,” I replied.
He quickly pulled out of me, leaving my hole open and begging for more.
“No,” I said, as I turned around to look him in the eyes. “No, please – don’t stop.”
“Get on your back on the edge of the bed,” he said, pointing toward his bed and commanding me to do as he said. “Put your legs up in the air.”
I quickly walked – almost ran in anticipation – over to the bed and did as I was told, flopping down on it and watching as Clint positioned himself over me.
As he slipped the tip of his dick into my wanting hole, he asked, “Still want me to be gentle?”
I didn’t hesitate as I didn’t need to think it over, and I replied, “No. Take it. Take whatever you want.”
Smiling down at me for a moment, he said, “That’s what I was going to do anyway.”
Without warning, he pushed all the way up into me, causing me to scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I reached down and braced myself on his abs, trying my best to gain some control over his speed. He reached down and pulled my hands away, showing me that he was going to do it as quickly and as hard as he wanted to.
I placed my hand on my own hard cock, stroking and pulling on it as Clint pushed and pulled in and out of me. Looking up into his eyes I got a special kind of feeling; we connected and I could see that the sexual tension and frustration he had likely been feeling was melting away.
Feeling like I was getting close, I moved my hand away from my cock and closed my eyes as I felt his throbbing member pushing as far as he could inside me. I didn’t want to come too soon but, even without touching my dick, I felt that I was about to lose control.
“I’m getting close,” I whispered breathlessly, so quietly that I wondered if he had heard me.
“Grab your dick,” he commanded, looking down into my eyes with a forceful nature, “and stroke it while I fuck you.”
“Are you close?” I asked, but the frantic, wild look in his eyes answered the question without him needing to speak.
“Do it,” he said, passion coming off of him in waves.
Stroking myself down to my base, I pulled my cock against the sensation of him ramming inside me, confidently and aggressively taking what he wanted. I heard moans and grunts of pleasure escaping his throat, and I knew he was close.
“I’m going to come,” he said. “Where do you want it? Tell me where you want it!”
Without hesitation, I replied, “Inside me. Please…inside me, Clint.”
“Good,” he replied, “that’s where I was going to do it anyway.”
I felt his weight lower onto me as he focused his energy on entering and pulling out of me instead of holding himself up. Looking up, I watched as his chest grew closer and closer to his face, and I felt his thrusts as they began to grow quicker and faster.
“I’m going to shoot it inside you,” he shouted. “I’m going to fucking shoot it inside you!”
“Please,” I said, barely controlling my own words, “please do it.”
With one final thrust, I felt him unloading inside me, filling me with his essence and taking control and ownership of my body as I lay beneath him. With each final, shaking thrust inside me, I felt myself as I started to come, the intense, satisfying sensation at the base of my spine spiraling throughout my body.
“I’m coming,” I shouted, as he pushed himself deeper inside me.
I felt the explosion as it shocked and slid through my body, erupting through the tip of my cock and sending long ropes of come onto my chest. It was unlike any orgasm I had ever experienced; unlike the casual thrills of The Warehouse, this was a connection I felt with another man, a man who wanted my body in a new way.
Clint collapsed on top of me, shaking and quivering as he released the final drops of his load inside me. We both shifted up onto the bed and laid together, Clint still on top of me, breathing heavily as he tried to regain his strength.
“That was…” he began, but his voice trailed off as he tried to think of how to finish his thought. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”
Smiling up at him, I felt his entire body weight on me, pushing me down into his bed and covering me entirely.
“It was,” I replied in agreement.
Slowly rolling off me, he looked into my eyes and asked, “No complaints?”
I laughed and replied, “It was your first time with a guy, and I can easily tell you that it was the best I’ve ever had. You took total control, which is not something that happens for me very often.”
“Oh?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow so that he could look down at me. “You’re normally in control?”
“Normally,” I replied.
“I see,” he said, still trying to catch his breath.
“But don’t worry,” I added with a sly grin, “we have plenty o
f time to switch it up.”
20
ONE MONTH LATER
The window in Clint’s apartment seemed like it hadn’t been opened in ages, and I knew that he hated cold weather. Still, the heater in his apartment was causing me to sweat, so I waited for him to go to the bathroom so I could slide it open to let in some cool air. It had been one month since our fiasco with Kelly and Kenneth, and we had thankfully put it behind us.
I had been staying with Clint for most of the past month while my landlord worked on repairing the damage from the fire in my neighbor’s apartment. My own apartment had been just fine, but I hadn’t wanted to listen to the noise of hammers and drills coming from the other side of the wall.
Looking over at the closed bathroom door, I waited to hear if Clint might call out and tell me to close the window. Smiling to myself, I realized that he must not have heard me open it, which would buy me a few seconds of a cool breeze before he came out to close it himself.
Breaking the silence, I heard him shout from the bathroom, “Did you open that damn window?”
Damn, I thought, quickly walking back over to it and closing it, I was so close to cooling down.
Before I could reply, I heard a knock at the door and I knew it must be Greg arriving for dinner. I walked over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Greg standing on the other side, holding a bottle of wine and grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey stranger,” he said, walking inside and pulling me into a hug. “God, I miss you.”
“You just saw me three days ago,” I replied dryly as I embraced his hug. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s just not the same at The Warehouse without you,” he replied, walking into Clint’s apartment and placing the bottle of wine on the coffee table. “When are you coming back?”
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