Aroused

by Wolfe, Sean

  “What?”

  “Get rid of that website account and don’t ever get another one.”

  “I’ve never done anything with anyone I’ve talked with on there ...” I started to explain. But his single raised eyebrow silenced me. “Done.”

  “Good,” Brad said, and wrapped himself around my naked body. “This isn’t some fluke, you know? This is you and me together for the rest of our lives.”

  I heard the sleepiness in his voice and knew he’d be asleep in less than two minutes. “For the rest of our lives and then some,” I whispered in his ear.

  “I like that,” he said, barely audible, and then I felt him snoring lightly.

  I hugged him to my body and allowed the tears to flow freely. I’d come way too close to losing the one meaningful thing in my life, and I knew without a doubt I’d never let it happen again. I kissed his ear and snuggled closer to him as sleep washed over me and I thought about how I was the luckiest man in the world.

  A Call Boy’s Tear

  Mykel leaned against the bay window and drew his knees up to his chest. White moonlight mixed with the amber glow from the streetlamp halfway down the block and created an eerie, yet comforting radiance that seeped through the window and pierced the darkness from the room behind him.

  He took a long drag from his cigarette and inhaled deeply, wincing from the sting as the smoke penetrated and staked claim to his throat and lungs. When he exhaled, very little of the smoke he’d sucked in came back out, and he thought that could not mean anything good.

  The big wooden window creaked and moaned as he forced it open a few inches. It was a little after three in the morning in San Francisco, and the cold air and fog caused the wood to expand and protest as he manhandled it up the metal track. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to replace the old windows when he’d bought the house three years ago. He could update much of the interior of the old place, but not the windows. They had too much character.

  Mykel stretched his body out across the wooden seating area in the bay window and looked down at his naked body. It was long and lean, with smooth, well-defined muscles that flexed impressively with the smallest effort. He’d just gotten out of the shower a few minutes before, and tiny pellets of water still clung to his skin. As the brisk bay air whispered across his body, his wet skin tightened and chill bumps covered every inch of his body. His tiny nipples hardened, and he felt his cock constrict in protest.

  He looked down at it as he drew in another mouthful of smoke and swallowed it. Even cold and wet and shrinking, it was fucking impressive. At its very smallest and softest, as it was right now, it was still just under six inches long and thicker than most cocks at full hardness. The veins that snaked across the shaft pulsed with his heartbeat and promised to double the size of his cock at a moment’s notice, which it often did with no effort at all.

  The curl at the ends of Mykel’s lips could be interpreted as a sneer or a smile, and depending on his mood, either would be correct. It was virtually impossible to distinguish between the two anyway.

  He reached down with his free hand and cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them for a moment. They were freshly shaven and filled his big hands. When his cock began to respond to the touch and harden, he let go of the balls and stared emotionless at his dick. He loved his cock. When he was much younger it had actually brought him quite a bit of pleasure. And now it was responsible for the lavish lifestyle to which he had become accustomed. To this day, at his own slightest touch, and often without a touch at all, it hardened and sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

  Yet sometimes, at times like this, he loathed his cock. As much pleasure as it had brought him over the years, it had brought him twice as much pain. Why couldn’t he have been less blessed? More like a normal kid? Why did men have to desire him to the extent they did? Why did he have to love sex as much as he did and still be hurt and betrayed by it?

  He continued to glare at his dick. The snarl/smile stayed the same as it always did, and an onlooker would not be able to decide which it was. But the increasingly squinting eyes and tightening of the muscles around his jaw were unmistakable.

  Mykel stood and paced around the room for a few moments. He walked over to the wall-sized, mahogany-framed mirror and looked at all of the leather furniture, granite and marble statues and crystal chandeliers behind him, and forced himself to contain a snorted chuckle. The reflection staring back at him showed no emotion at all as he glared at it. He ran long fingers through his thick black hair and watched as the reflection did the same. Who was the hot guy with the piercing blue eyes, silky white skin and dimpled smile looking back at him through the mirror? Was this guy with the smooth, chiseled body really the Greek god he appeared to be, or was he a complete fake? A masterful painting that was beautiful and mysterious on the surface, but nothing but messy oil and a jumble of color when one dug deeper into the canvas?

  And then he realized it didn’t matter. He didn’t like that guy anyway. He never had, and he probably never would.

  The phone rang, and he smiled when he looked down at the caller ID display. He recognized the name and the New York City number immediately.

  “What the fuck do you want?” he barked into the phone, as he walked into his room and pulled the carry-on suitcase from his closet and began to pack for a couple of nights in the Big Apple.

  “Good evening, Mr. Christian,” the doorman said as he opened the heavy glass door and stepped aside to allow Mykel entrance.

  Mykel nodded at the doorman without saying a word. He glided through the large, sparsely decorated lobby and to the elevator, where he pressed the Penthouse button, and then entered the private code when instructed to do so. The ride was fifty-eight floors, and the elevator was relatively slow. Still, there wasn’t much time to fuck around, and so he stripped quickly in the elevator. He reached into the suitcase and pulled out the leather harness and jockstrap, and pulled and strapped them on quickly. Then he reached deeper into the suitcase and pulled out a thin black leather mask that covered the upper half of his face, but that allowed his piercing blue eyes, his nose and mouth to be seen, and slipped it snugly over his head.

  When the elevator reached the top floor and the doors slid open, Mykel was already fully hard. He walked inside and set his suitcase against the wall just outside the elevator, and looked around him.

  There were a few candles lit throughout the living and dining areas, and from behind the kitchen he could see the flickering light from the television coming from the bedroom.

  Right on. He liked this particular scene very much. It was his favorite, in fact. The other scene, where the homeowner comes home to find his apartment being robbed, was cool, too. But this one was even better. Because in this one, there was a third party who never knew what was about to happen. The sincere fear in the stranger’s eyes and voice fucking got his blood flowing and his cock even harder than usual, and he really got off on all of it.

  He walked quietly over to the closet between the living room and the dining room, and reached carefully onto the upper shelf. There, he found a very realistic looking toy pistol and several long strands of leather rope. He draped the rope around his neck and shoulders, and closed the closet door halfway shut. And then he walked slowly and quietly toward the bedroom at the end of the hall.

  “What the fuck do we have here?” Mykel said loudly as he walked into the bedroom. “A couple of faggots?”

  The two middle-aged men had been in the middle of a sixty-nine session. His client shrieked, and acted surprised. The other guy lay frozen on the bed, his eyes wide and glued to the plastic pistol in Mykel’s hand. He opened his mouth to say something, but was frozen with fear.

  “Both of you, lie down on your backs,” Mykel said roughly, and waved the gun around, as if he could really shoot them at any given moment. “And don’t even think about screaming for help. Unless you want it to be the last word you ever gasp.”

  The two men lay side by side on th
eir backs. The frightened guest was beginning to form tears in his eyes, and his cock went completely soft in a matter of seconds. He was shivering, and trying hard not to cry or make any noise. The client had a gleam in his eyes, and was as hard as a rock, but he stayed motionless on the bed, and played along.

  Mykel walked around the bed and tied both men’s hands to the head of the four-poster bed, and their feet to the shorter poles at the foot of the bed. He walked over to the client’s side of the bed and stood next to him.

  “Suck my cock, bitch,” he sneered, and shoved his huge dick into the client’s mouth. The guy had never been a great cocksucker, and had never been able to take more than a couple of inches of Mykel’s giant dick. So Mykel just slid enough in to make him choke a little and make it sound like he was taking much more than he really was. Hey, he was paying Mykel five thousand dollars for a couple hours of work, and if he wanted it to look like he was swallowing this intruder’s huge cock, then Mykel was more than willing to oblige. He always aimed to please.

  He noticed the other guy was looking over at them from the corner of his eyes, and despite his obvious fear, his cock was starting to twitch.

  “What the fuck are you looking at, punk?” Mykel said, and pulled his cock from the client’s mouth and walked over to the other side of the bed.

  “Nothing,” the man whimpered, and tried to look away.

  Mykel pointed the toy gun at the man’s head. “Look at me.”

  The man looked him right in the eyes, and Mykel noticed his cock begin to harden even more. He was used to this reaction. Even at their most frightened and vulnerable, he’d never encountered a man yet who didn’t get rock hard just staring into his eyes.

  “Open your mouth,” he said, and moved closer as he pointed the gun right at the older guy’s now fully hard cock. “And you’d better hope to god you’re a better cocksucker than your friend here.”

  He slapped his cock against the man’s cheeks and lips for a couple of seconds, and smiled when the old guy began to whimper and wriggle beneath the ropes. He slid his cock into the man’s mouth, and shoved several inches down his throat. He could tell the dude was trying his best to take all of him, but with three or four inches of hard cock still to go, the old guy choked and giant tears rolled down his face.

  “Fuckin’ amateurs,” Mykel said as he pulled out, and then slammed back into the old man’s mouth. He face fucked him for several minutes, and had to give it to the old guy. He gave it the good old college try.

  “Oh, shit,” the stranger said quickly as he pulled his mouth from Mykel’s cock and turned his head to one side. “I’m gonna cum.”

  “You cum, and it will be the last time you do,” Mykel said angrily, and aimed the gun only an inch from the man’s face.

  “Oh, god,” the man cried, and bit his lip hard.

  Mykel watched as the guy’s cock throbbed for a moment, and then began to soften. When he looked into the guy’s face, he noticed huge tears dropping down the dude’s cheeks. He wanted to feel bad for the guy. To feel guilty for scaring him and making him cry. But he didn’t. He didn’t feel anything.

  “You’ll cum when I tell you to cum, and not before. You got that?”

  The guy kept biting his lip as his cock softened, and nodded his head.

  “You!” Mykel said forcefully, and waved the gun toward his client. “I’m gonna fuck your ass now, and I don’t want to hear a word out of you. Is that clear?”

  “Yes ...”

  “I said not a fuckin’ word. What part of that don’t you understand?”

  His client remained silent.

  “Good boy. Now, I’m going to untie your legs so you can get on your knees with your ass toward me. Your hands will stay tied. You got that?”

  The client nodded, and Mykel untied his feet and pushed him into the doggie position. Then he walked over to the foot of the bed and stared at the stranger.

  “I’m going to untie you and you’re going to crawl under this fucker and suck his cock while I fuck him,” Mykel said to the other guy, knowing that this was his client’s favorite position to get fucked when there was a third person. “I know you’re not stupid enough to try anything silly. Right?”

  “I won’t, I promise,” the old man said.

  “Good,” Mykel said, and untied the man’s hands and feet, and pointed the gun for him to crawl underneath the client. When the man was in place, Mykel said, “Now get into a sixty-nine position, like you were when I walked in, and suck his cock.”

  The guy positioned his head right under the client’s cock and so that his cock was directly beneath the client’s head. He reached out with his tongue, and licked the head of the client’s cock, and then took the whole thing into his mouth.

  Mykel stood behind the client, and spit a huge wad of saliva onto the client’s ass. He knew from experience that the guy’s ass would already be well lubed. He’d hooked up with this particular client at least twenty times, and knew him inside and out. The spit was purely to make it look more legit to the stranger.

  “Please don’t ...” the client began.

  “Shut up and suck your girlfriend’s dick,” Mykel spat out. He rubbed the head of his cock against the client’s ass a couple of times, and then slid it just inside the red hole.

  “Oh god,” the client cried out in mock pain. “It hurts. Please don’t ...”

  “You’re a fucking glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” Mykel said, and shoved his gigantic cock deep into the bowels of his client. “Suck his cock, and if I hear a word or even a grunt out of you, I’m gonna kill you both. Is that clear?”

  The client didn’t verbally respond, but sucked on his friend’s dick as his friend did the same to him.

  Mykel fucked his client relentlessly. The old dude was a freak when it came to getting fucked. He couldn’t get enough, even of Mykel’s big cock. His ass wasn’t tight at all, which Mykel didn’t experience very often. Given his length and girth, even the biggest sized queen was usually fairly tight. But this client was actually rather loose, and so Mykel was able to fuck him for several minutes before working up a load.

  With the sixty-nine action going on with his buddy, the client worked himself to a climax fairly quickly. He moaned and wiggled his ass, which was Mykel’s clue that he was about to shoot.

  “Your buddy’s gonna cum now,” Mykel said to the stranger, grabbing him by the hair underneath his client’s ass and cock. “Don’t even think about moving your mouth. You’re gonna swallow every last drop of his load. Got that?”

  The guy grunted a reply, and Mykel quickened his pace and shoved his cock deeper and faster into his client’s ass. The client moaned loudly, and his body stiffened. Mykel knew he was spraying his load down his buddy’s throat, even though he couldn’t feel his client’s ass tightening around his cock, like he usually felt when he was fucking someone as they came. The stranger beat his own cock as he swallowed his friend’s load, and soon shot his own all over his belly.

  Mykel smiled genuinely for the first time since he’d arrived in New York City. He was almost done here, and the entire scene had taken less than an hour. Sometimes sex with this particular client took only a couple of hours, but he wanted Mykel for the whole weekend. Just the company. But he’d let Mykel know when he called that it was just a one-niter. As it turned out now, it was only a one-hour gig. Better yet for Mykel. He got the same five thousand dollar fee, regardless.

  He pushed the client roughly onto his stomach next to his friend, with his hands still tied to the headboard, and pulled the stranger by the hair, closer to his cock at the foot of the bed. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to stare at the two older men, and concentrated. It didn’t take long. His cock was pretty much at his command within a couple of seconds.

  “Open your mouth and eat my cum,” Mykel said to the stranger, and grabbed the post of the bed with his free hand that wasn’t holding the gun, which he pretended to point at the client.

  He felt the geyse
r build deep in his balls, and then shoot up the length of his shaft. It shot out of his cock with its usual gale-force and sprayed in every direction. It not only covered the stranger almost completely, but landed on the headboard, the wall behind them, the client and all over the bedspread on either side of the stranger. It was a pretty normal load for Mykel, but he could tell by the moans of admiration from his two “victims” that they were quite impressed. It was something he’d become very accustomed to over the years.

  When the last of his cum had been drained of his cock, he looked at the two men covered in cum on the bed. It appeared as if he were contemplating their fate.

  “I’m going to assume that you two aren’t completely stupid, and that if I allow you to live, you will not get out of this bed or try to phone the police for at least fifteen minutes. Is that a safe assumption?”

  Both older men nodded eagerly.

  “You,” he pointed the gun at the stranger, “lie right where you are for fifteen minutes. Then you can untie your buddy here. My suggestion is that at that time, you both do the smart thing, and decide not to call the police at all. But that’s your call, and I’ll be long gone by then, so I won’t be able to stop you.”

  The poor guy just nodded.

  “Good boy,” Mykel said. He walked out of the bedroom, and into the kitchen. He could hear whispered conversation coming from the bedroom, and knew his client was convincing his friend to wait the full fifteen minutes, and not to say a word to anyone. They both had reputations to protect, after all.

  He put the ropes and the toy gun back in the closet and changed clothes in the dark in front of the elevator doors. Then he reached into the top drawer of the desk next to the closet and pulled out the check written out to his name. He double checked the amount, touched up his hair in the mirror hanging next to the doors, and then walked into the elevator and pressed the lobby button.

  “You look like shit, you know.” Mykel’s best friend, Laura, sat across from him at the small table at Café Flor. It was just a few blocks from his house, and his favorite hangout.