by Ann Lister
I told you, he was gentle and kind when I admitted I was a virgin. He loved the fact I was “untouched” before him, in fact, he seemed to get off on that fact. After he knew this about me, he took great delight in orchestrating elaborate first experiences for me to have. He said by giving that to me he was also reliving his own “firsts” and it was very exciting for him as well. Every time we've been together there's been another sex lesson – at least, that's how he refers to them. I'm not sure I see it that way. To me, it's just one hot encounter after another, sometimes much more than once a night.
Tonight was like that. I'd already given him my usual blowjob at the door upon my arrival and he'd stroked me to the edge of insanity before he finally allowed me to unload all over his hand. That release alone had me in a lazy state of mind where I could have slept the rest of the night, but The Agent had other ideas. After we ate dinner he suggested we walk the several blocks down to the public park which surrounds a man-made lake and has walking paths around it. He explained that this was a popular hook-up place for gays. To me it looked more like an opening to a bad horror movie, but I trusted The Agent and walked closely beside him on the poorly lit pathways. We'd passed a few benches along the way and a few picnic tables which I imagined might be a nice place to have lunch during the day. I couldn't see much of the lake due to a moonless sky and low lighting on the path, but I could smell the earthy scent to it and hear what sounded like a fountain bubbling in the center of the water.
We'd already done a full loop around the lake through the darkened groves of trees and shrubbery and had gone over an arched bridge, too, and hadn't yet seen another person. Halfway around the second time we did see a man dressed in dark clothing approaching us from the opposite direction. He stopped walking when he saw us and I did my best to keep the panic from rising inside of me. I had no idea what The Agent had planned for us – or with this man. I looked up at him for direction and he simply nodded at me, then leaned back against a thick tree at the edge of the path.
“Get on your knees,” The Agent ordered me.
I remember how my eyes flew wide at his suggestion and the nervous glance over my shoulder that I gave to the stranger standing roughly twenty to thirty feet away. “Here?” I stupidly asked. God, how could I be so naïve!
The Agent didn't respond with words. He simply held my gaze while he undid the belt buckle and the zipper of his pants. I knew further explanation to what was expected of me was not going to happen, so I complied to his wishes and did so with the full knowledge the man behind us was watching everything I did to The Agent. Every lick and suck I gave to The Agent's cock was followed by moans made in unison coming from the stranger and also The Agent, almost like I was hearing the sound through stereo speakers. I made a couple of attempts to turn around to look at the shadow of the man lurking, but The Agent used his hand to keep my head in place and my mouth working on his shaft. But I wanted to see the other guy and persisted until I'd managed to pull off of The Agent and turn enough to view the man jerking on his own erection. My visual was short-lived because soon The Agent had himself buried inside of my mouth again.
“Can I borrow him?” the man asked.
“I don't share my toys,” The Agent bit out. Hearing him use the word “toy” stung a bit but I also loved the fact I was his. For some stupid reason, that made me feel special.
He came a few seconds later and I swallowed and gulped everything he gave to me until he was spent. I leaned back on my haunches and looked up at him. I felt pretty damn proud of my efforts, and judging by the load he blasted down my throat, I think he was happy, too. Wordlessly, The Agent pulled me up by the armpits, then he spun me around to face the man who'd been watching us.
The Agent undid my pants and pulled out my cock, then proceeded to use his fist to get me off. The stranger began to match The Agent stoke for stroke on himself and we ended up releasing almost at the same time in one mind-blowing orgasm. I watched his spunk splatter against the pavement of the walkway not far from my own and a weird sensation made my stomach flutter.
I'd never done anything like this and wasn't sure how I felt about what happened. Even now, hours after the fact, I am still wondering how this event plays into my personal tastes. It obviously pleased The Agent. He wanted to talk about it all the way back to his house while I walked along beside him basically silent. He kept asking me questions about if I liked being watched or getting off like that in public. Truth was, my brain was still trying to process it all. This was almost too much for me to wrap my brain around, and yet, I had to admit the idea of doing it again intrigued me.
The Agent pushed my boundaries in the park like he had in weeks past, but this time it felt different. More heightened maybe because of being out in the open? For him, having complete dominance over me like that seemed to be his thing – his kink. He fed of of it, loved that someone else wanted to use his “toy”. All of it gave him the power he craved.
Control.
It was a simple word, but the weight behind it could steal my breath when he decided to put it on display, like a teacher might do to command his classroom. Except the classroom he ruled had just one student and that was me. He thrives on being in control at all times when we're together. From the moment I enter his house, I belong to him and he makes damn sure I understand that, each and every time. I wasn't sure I'd like that at first, but over time, I've realized I'm kind of a slut for it. I seem to feed off the attention he gives to me while he's in that head space. The changes I see taking place inside myself scare me a little. Who knew I had this side to my personality? Then again, who thought I'd ever be involved in a kink-based relationship with an older guy?
He keeps talking about a sex club he wants to take me to. He says it's a special ''members only” kind of establishment for gay men to safely play. Apparently, my reaction to what happened in the park the other night made him feel I'd be open to explore this exhibitionist side of myself more. To prove his point, he took me for a ride in his very expensive car; a Jaguar, with buttery soft leather seats and that “new car” scent lingered inside like he'd just driven the car off the dealership lot that afternoon. I had no idea what he had planned. The fact he had me with him was all I needed these days. He was fast becoming my only source of socialization. When I wasn't with him, I wanted to be, and I'd watch the clock relentlessly while I waited for our next hook-up.
We drove around town for about fifteen minutes in an area I wasn't familiar with at all. Before long we rolled up to a stop light and I tried to take in my surroundings. I felt his hand at my nape begin to massage the tight cords of muscle. The force of his grip gradually became more until I finally glanced across the front seat at him. He had that hungry look again and I knew he was up to something. Cars pulled up on both sides of his car at a traffic light and that's when I felt the tug of his hand on my neck.
“Undo my pants,” he ordered in that gruff tone I'd come to know so well.
I didn't hesitate for more than a second before my fingers went to work. He'd already manged to have everything loosened for me, so it made the task easier to do. As soon as I had my fingers inside the waistband of his brief, his next instruction followed. I knew what it would be before he uttered the words and had begun to move my head in the direction of his lap.
“That's it,” he praised with a quick sift of his fingers through the hair on the top of my head. “Suck my cock like it's your last meal, my good boy.”
His dirty talk probably should have repulsed me or made me feel cheap, but it only served to rev up my libido. One of the biggest lessons he'd taught me so far was that I loved being treated like this as much as he got off on the power of having me under his command. The master needed a pliant servant and the servant needed someone to knee to and I was only too happy to kneel at his feet. That made our twisted union completely understandable and because of that, it worked. We worked.
Sucking his cock in the car as we continued to drive around was a rush. I edged him fo
r quite a while and then he had me pull into a busy parking lot of a department store where he parked directly under a light pole. This made it possible for anyone walking by the car to see my head bobbing on his dick like a champ. Still he held off coming until he was once again stopped at a red light with traffic all around. He got the attention of the two men sitting in the car stopped beside us and, with the window down on his side, he announced his release with a throaty growl.
The blowjob on the road tonight made me completely forget about my wish that this might be our first official date when we left in his car. But, thinking about it now as I write this entry, why would a refined man of his age want to be seen out with a kid like me? Anyone who saw us together would probably suspect I was his rent boy and maybe on some level, that's exactly what I was.
To me, he was first a Svengali, but he was also my mentor and a motivator to help me hone my craft of writing a better story. Although to be honest, every time I saw him we spent less and less time actually talking about the publishing world. These days, our time together consisted of him nurturing my advancing repertoire of sexual skills, which wasn't exactly a bad way to spend an evening, but it wasn't how our relationship had started or the purpose behind it. He was my literary agent and I was pretty sure that job title didn't come with the benefits he was enjoying courtesy of me. I had no doubts that when my time with him was over (I wasn't delusional to think it wouldn't end. I knew there was an expiration date for us.), I'd be able to please a man in a wide variety of ways that would leave him breathless and speaking in tongues.
Do you think I can list these special skills on a resume?
If you enjoyed this sneak peek of Tessler's journal, then you won't want to miss the full-length version releasing soon and titled The Black Key Journal.
Acknowledgments
An enormous amount of gratitude goes out to those of you who held me up during the dark months of 2017 when I needed your strength the most. I faced many personal challenges last year and wouldn't have come out of them as strong as I did without all of you helping to get me through another day. Your messages gave me hope and purpose and were the bright spot of my days. You are an important and essential part of my life and writing process. Thank you for the support, for reading my books, and for simply being a part of my life.
My beta team! You really rocked this process with Mason and Tessler, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You know who you are, but for those of you who don't, I'd like to thank Joanne Swinney, Valerie Degeorge, Jennifer Reilley, Rebecca Peter, Dennis Quinonez, and Natalie Weston.
Lisa Cullinan, your editing magic impresses the socks off of me every time we work together, and you somehow manage to make the process fun with each new project we tackle.
Thank you for making my stories shine.
Joanne Swinney, you've been a bright spot in my life when you didn't even realize it. Your extreme dedication to promoting me and finding new ways for readers to fall in love with my guys makes my heart full. Thank you for your hard work.
Val Degeorge, you bring new meaning to the phrase “pimping books,” and I can't thank you enough for your endless work at pimping mine. I love you hard and appreciate everything you do for me on a daily basis.
Brenda Cothern, you were a life raft for me on a very dark night in October of 2017 when we lost Sandy. I called and said I needed you, and you jumped in your truck and started to drive across the state before you even knew what had happened. Your incredible strength saved me, and I can't thank you enough for your willingness to come and help me put the pieces of my life back together.
Thank you so much. You are an amazing person, one who I’m grateful I get to call my friend.
Rebecca Thein, you are a cherished, dear friend as well as an author colleague who I have come to depend on in so many ways. The support you offer me every day means so much. I love your brain and I love the close friendship we have created over the years. You have become an essential part of my writing process, and I can't explain how much I value your input. Thank you.
Special thanks and love goes to my family and friends for putting up with my special brand of crazy every time I dive into a new book project. Your support and tolerance means so much.
I love you all!
Author Bio
Ann Lister is a native New Englander currently living in Florida with her husband. She has pulled details from her years living in the New England area and uses many local settings and landmarks in her novels.
After graduating art school, marrying, and raising two daughters, she established her own video production company. Her nearly two decades working in video production included work within the music industry and won her a coveted Telly Award. Her 'behind-the-scenes' exposure to the music world and her love of rock music is the inspiration for her erotic rock star romances.
Her rock star romance, “Fall For Me”, Book One in The Rock Gods series, was a Finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Award and Book Three, Make You Mine, established her as an Amazon #1 Bestselling Author. Her stories focus on what it truly means to love; love unconditionally, love without restrictions or labels, love without fear or judgment – to just simply love.
Books and Social Media Links
Books by Ann Lister
Rock Gods Series: (M/M, M/M/F)
Fall For Me, Book 1 ~ 2013
Take What You Want, Book 2 ~ 2013
Make You Mine, Book 3 ~ 2014
Looking At Forever, Book 4 ~ 2014
Meant For Me, Book 5 ~ 2015
Fighting His Fire, Book 6 ~ 2015
Beyond The Music, Book 7 ~ 2016
Forever At Sunrise, Book 8 (Novella) ~ 2016
Guarding The Gods Series: (M/M)
Zac's Mulligan, Book 1 ~ 2016
Honor and Pride, Book 2 ~ 2017
More Than My Words, Book 3 ~ 2018
The Black Key Journal, Book 4 (Novella) ~ 2018
Band Of Brothers Series: (M/F, M/M)
For All The Right Reasons, Book 1 ~ 2010
Beat Of His Own Drums, Book 2 (Novella) ~ 2017
Other Titles by Ann Lister: (M/F)
Sheet Music: A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story ~ 2009
Without A Doubt ~ 2011
An Early Spring ~ 2012
Covered In Lace: The Lacey Sheridan Story ~ 2012
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