I untied the wrist restraints and then I kissed Brian again. "You're a mess. You'd better go and shower. I'll clean up after you." I pushed my nose against his, and he smiled. "Whatever you say," he answered. Then he got up and as he went into the bathroom he turned back and said "Sir." He didn't see me shaking my head or laughing. He couldn't know that my cock was trying to get hard again, even though I was pretty drained. I had fallen for straight guys before, and I had even done way more with them than I had with Brian (although I was hoping that would change). There was something about him that...I don't know. I felt as if I could top him 24/7.
I was lost in my thoughts when he came back out of the bathroom. His hair was wet, and he was wrapped in a towel at his waist. "Seeing myself shaved, Kyle, I have to tell you: it feels weird." I laughed. "How did the water feel? Did your skin feel more sensitive?" His eyes got wide. "YEAH! There was that too, but the thing that I can't get over..." he began to blush. "I mean, without the hair, I look like I have a big dick." Now in truth, Brian had an average endowment: I'd say 5-6 cut inches (to this day, if I give that measurement, he corrects me and says it's 6.5). But if you've "been there" so to speak, you know how objects look larger than they are. "Lemme see," I said, and he smiled. He didn't move the towel, and I stood up: "If I have to, I'll pull it from you and my fingers still have some tickling left in them." He gulped. "Ok. You win." He unwrapped the towel and of course, it did look a little bigger. I wanted to see his ass, but I had a feeling that was the wrong thing to ask at that moment. Don't ask me why: sometimes my instincts were good, and they were then. But I'll get to that. "My turn. We can hang out a little if you like. " His face dropped. "Did I say the wrong thing?" I asked, and he shook his head. "No, no. I forgot. It's a `school night.' "
"Yeah. Work is a bitch, muffin." I headed in and took my shower. I get criticized, rightly, for how long I spend in the bathroom, and I did spend about 20 minutes before I came out. When I did, Brian was sitting on the other side of the bed, away from the bathroom. His back was turned to me so I couldn't see his face. His body language, though, was easy to read. His head was hanging down, his shoulders were slumped forward, and I could see that his hands were clasped in front of him. I threw some clothes on and went over.
"Hey. What happened? You look sad." He didn't say anything, but he did shake his head. "Bri, come on. Tell me. If I did something wrong, I need to apologize. " I put an arm around his shoulder and then, I don' t know why, I tossed my right leg over his left. He cuddled next to me.
"Kyle, are we doing gay stuff?" he asked. I needed a minute to collect myself before I answered- probably not too well.
"Well, I'm gay and I'm doing stuff, so I guess I'm doing gay stuff, but I can't really tell you what you're doing." He sighed. "I guess what I mean is: you shaved me, you played with my nipples and got me hard, I had your cock in my mouth. Do straight people do that?" I tried not to laugh when I answered. "Well, straight people -- mostly women -- take dicks in their mouth all the time. Shaving? I honestly don't know if couples shave each other, but remember, boy, YOU shaved your own chest. Nipple play? Well, it's not like it's a secret in a gay cult, but for some reason, yeah, most straight people seem to think it's gay and deny themselves the pleasure. " I looked him in the eye. "I know you liked it when I did it. No one fakes orgasms that powerful." "No, no, I enjoyed it. GOD did I enjoy it. Each time. I just wonder if, well, enjoying what we're doing makes me gay." Now, with a lot of people, my hackles would have been raised and I would have gotten angry. Given how little experience Brian had, with men AND women, I treaded lightly. "I don't know why you need a label, Brian. You enjoyed it. You work hard every day, you worked hard in school, yadda yadda. Can't you allow yourself some pleasure?" I halted. I hadn't gotten any sense that there was a religious aspect, but I asked: "Is it that you think you're committing a sin?" He laughed. "Hell, no. Church has nothing to do with it. I guess, I'm all mixed up." He took another deep breath. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" I smiled. "You bet I do. But if you remember, I said you were going to decide when you wanted it."
"IF I want it." Now, I shook my head. "No, no no no no. I AM going to fuck you. But I can wait. "
"I have a confession to make to you, Kyle. Remember when I told you my only gay experience was that jerking off with Connor?" "Yeah?" I answered. "Well, that wasn't all and..." Then he told me a story . "I didn't tell you the truth about how Connor and I ended. We had been doing the jerking for a while, and one day, when he came over, he said `I don't want to jerk off tonight, I wanna fuck you.' Well, I guess I was kinda in love with him, so I said OK. He told me to roll on my belly, and I did. I didn't see any of what happened, but he pushed my legs apart, really hard. Then I felt his dick at my ass, and he pushed hard. He didn't get in very far, before I began to hurt. I told him to stop, and he started yelling "Just relax, bottom," and he kept pushing. Well, I couldn't relax. I just tightened up. I wanted him to stop, and I was crying and yelling . I was making such a scene that Connor just got frustrated and got off me. I apologized and he just told me to drop dead. He got dressed and left, and he never spoke to me again."
I began to rub the back of Brian's neck. I lowered my voice. "You think that's gonna happen again?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I mean, I know you well enough already that you wouldn't hurt me." Now I did snicker "Not unless you asked me to." When he looked puzzled, I said "That discussion is for another day. But you're right. " I continued. "Brian, the way it happened is not the way it's supposed to happen." I sighed. I began thinking that college kids should not be allowed to top other college kids: raging hormones, hierarchies, yadda yadda. "And it's not going to happen that way with me. I promise." He turned his head and looked at me. Puppy dog eyes. I wanted to melt. "Look, I have an idea. I already had the idea in my head, but now I think it's important. Let's go on a date tomorrow. A REAL date. We'll do something and, if we wind up in the bedroom, great." He looked at me: "why wouldn't we?" I just ignored him. "And how about you plan on coming over on Friday after work and spending the weekend. We'll do a bunch of stuff -- for example, I'm dragging you to the gym, no ifs ands or buts. And we'll see how things go. " I shrugged my shoulders. "If it's not working out, I'll kick you out, or you can leave. Of course, I may have to untie you to let you go." I saw him smile. "I never thought I'd like being tied up but, I do." I laughed. "Yeah, I could tell. I didn't think you could get harder, but you did."
"So, we're done for tonight, Sir? And we're dating tomorrow?" (Again, the "Sir."). Yes, we are. And making plans for the weekend. But first, unless you want me to throw you on the bed and start tickling you, tell me why you're calling me `Sir.' He looked concerned. "You don't like it?"
"NO. I love it. I just don't know why you started using it ." He smiled. "Can I tell you tomorrow at dinner?"
"That's gonna cost you a kiss, big guy." And yes, we did smooch. I walked him back to his place and then returned home. I heard my phone buzz, and I had to laugh. He had texted me a picture of a hard-on. "I was thinking about you and the weekend." I wanted to answer, "Bend over and show me your ass," but like I wrote earlier, "these things must be done DELICATELY."
We met after work and the gym the next day. Brian had on his standard business casual outfit, but he had a red T-shirt underneath the white shirt, that was very visible. "It's warm today. Some reason for that, Brian?" I asked, and he giggled. "If you want my nips, you're gonna have to work for them." I growled. "If you think THAT's gonna stop me..."
"Hey, can we go to a gay restaurant tonight, Kyle?" He asked. I was going to yank his chain a little about what's `gay food,' but I shook my head. "You're not ready for it yet, babe. You get checked out on the street plenty, and in a small restaurant, it'll be much more obvious. "
"I get checked out? REALLY?" I had gotten to know Brian well enough to know when he was truly surprised, and he was. "Yeah, you gotta stop staring at your feet when you walk. I think part of it happens because I'm kinda well known as a neighborhood fag, so they wanna see who I'm with, but you have to convince yourself of something , Brian. "I stopped walking, and I held his wrists. "You are a VERY attractive man. To men and women both. " He started to blush. "KNOCK IT OFF, kiddo. You know it. I know you do. If you didn't, you remember when that pervert took your photo on the street?" He laughed. "Look, I'm serious. I almost feel like I'm your teacher, and I'll decide when you're ready for things." He smiled. "OK, Professor. Sorry. Profess SIR. Let's go eat. "
We sat down at the restaurant, and I couldn't hold back the question anymore. "So, why did you start calling me Sir?'" He sat back and when he did, I could feel that he had put a hand on my thigh. "You know, I have friends in the neighborhood, and they saw me with you. I learned that you're what they call a DOM, and a top, and someone told me DOMS like to be called Sir. " He paused. "I'd do it anyway though because, to me, you use "Sir" with someone who takes charge and control. The way you do with me." I asked a question. "Do you like it when I do that, Brian?" He rolled his eyes. "Hell, yes. You're hitting fantasies I knew I had and shit I didn't know about. You're the one who said my orgasms aren't fake." I put my hand on his, and I squeezed it. "Now you tell me: I use a lot of names for you. Which ones do you like?" He thought for a minute. "Well, when you call me boy,' it drives me nuts. I LOVE it. Muffin, too. I'm uncomfortable with handsome, but I think I'll get used to it. " Then he dropped his voice. "Would you mind if I called you Daddy?"
I had a simple answer "Yes." "Oh, ok. I didn't know. I'm just trying to take in all this info from you, from everything else. " Another pause. "Can I have sex with a guy and still be straight?" I couldn't help myself; I started laughing hard. "Oh, geez, Brian, if you knew the can of worms you open up with that question. Depends on who you ask. "
"Can I be straight and still go out with you?"
"I think you know the answer to that, Bri-bri." I wasn't sure how he'd react to that name, but he seemed ok with it. He changed the subject. "So, what's on the agenda for the weekend?"
"Well, you ARE coming to the gym with me. Now, it's a `gay' gym but I can buffer that. Then, I also want to take you out to shop." He began to speak, and I held up my hand. "No, Brian, you need some new togs. What you wear is just not showing off your body, and once you start working out again, you'll REALLY want to show it off. And beyond the mundane stuff, like grocery shopping, etc, you have no idea how broad my repertoire is in driving a man crazy with pleasure. And we should finish up with dinner because those nips look like they're getting very perky, and I'm gonna teach you tonight that NOTHING gets in my way when there are nips I want."
We got back to my place, and I was having a severe case of the screaming purple hornies. I sent Brian into the bedroom while I opened my mail. I told him to put himself on the bed for when I got there. When I finished and went in, he wasn't on the bed. Then I felt his arm around my middle. "Maybe YOU need to be on your back, stud." He said. I laughed. "Really? Well, I think you just earned yourself a punishment, boy." I knew I was much stronger than he was, so I just moved my hands to his wrists, and pulled apart his grip. Then I spun around and trapped his hands behind him. "FUCK" he said. "That was too easy for you." I just leered at him. "Let's get you in position." He sighed. "Yes, Sir. But can I have a kiss first?"
Who was I to argue, especially since I was about to tie him up and have my way with him. After the kiss, I secured his wrists above the bed, rather than to the sides. "Something new for you tonight. The first of a bunch of new things. But first, we start with the tried and true." My thumbs started circling his nips. His resistance lasted about five seconds before he began to moan. "I should cut holes in that T-shirt and make you wear it home that way, but instead..." I just pushed it up and exposed them. "OH. A new thing." I reached over and I picked up a gag. "Open your mouth." He laughed. "WHAT? NO, you're not gagging me." I pressed my knee into his crotch and when he yelped, in it went. "This is gonna make things a shit load more fun," I said as I secured the gag. Now, see these?" I pulled out a pair of clamps. "I'm not sure if I'll use these, but ..." I rubbed the metal tips over his tits. "Imagine these biting into that flesh, and then my twisting them.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH," he looked and sounded fascinated, and scared. My knee was still on his crotch and that let me know, he was more aroused than anything else.
I didn't use them, because I loved chewing his titties so much. I chewed one while I squeezed the other one, and I did that for about five minutes before I whispered into his ear: "who's my boy?" "MMMMMMMMMMMMMEMMMMMMMMMMMPH SIR" he got out. "And you know what I do to my boy? I play with things like his navel." I began circling it with the tip of my finger, and I could hear his laughs escaping from the gag. They got more insistent, and he began to buck when I shoved my tongue into that hole. "You like that, don't you boy?" I grinned. He didn't answer. "I asked you a question, boy." My fingers dug into his ribs.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH," he squirmed and struggled, but he wasn't going anywhere. "You like that?" Now he shook his head yes. I unbuckled his pants, pushed off his shoes, and stripped the slacks and his jockey shorts. "We'll think about those," I mused, and then I pushed his legs apart. I hadn't used the ankle restraints before, but they went on him tonight. "Does my boy have ticklish feet?" I saw his eyes open in fear. "Oh, why am I even asking?" He still had on his silk black socks, and they were no protection for my expert fingers. He squirmed so beautifully I could feel myself dripping. I licked my chops as I pulled them off. "You know, Bri-boy, socks make a great gag. Did you know that?" He shook his head no. "You'll find out before the weekend is over. Especially after we go to the gym and they're nice and sweaty. " He continued to moan and switched to laughing -- Hard -- as my nails moved over his soles. "And if you think THAT's bad..." I had yet another toy -- a pair of hard bristled brushes -- and I used them for a few minutes on his feet. I didn't do much because it was all new to him.
"If I take off the gag, are you gonna give me a REAL kiss, Brian?" He shook his head yes, very hard. I smiled because I knew how much he liked being frenched. When I took off the gag, he gasped out "You're a real bastard, you know that?"
"Yeah, I'm SIR Bastard, boy. Make sure you use the correct term. Now kiss me, handsome." I could feel his muscles tighten when I said that, but he sucked my tongue beautifully. He was getting better at it. "Gimme that neck," I whispered, and he asked, "Which side, Sir?" "Left," I began teasing him with my scruff, all the while thinking that this HAD to be too good to be true. If everything went as planned, I'd be seeding him that weekend, and I'd be the first man who did.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH," he was moaning from the stimulation. I moved my knee away from his crotch, because I had a few more things planned. "I don't feel like unchaining your ankles, Brian, but think about what it would feel like if I pushed your legs up in the air, and started running my tongue around your hole?"
"OH FUCK. You'd do that?" "I WILL do it. Tonight though..." I slipped my finger in and ran a few circles around that little bud. "Tell me the truth. You've done that to yourself haven't you?" When he paused, he saw me curling my fingers.
"YES! YES , I HAVE. But you do it better, Sir."
"Good answer, boy. Now, I just want to do a few more things. One, is a proper blow job. " I saw the look on his face, and I stepped out of character. "You game, Brian? We don't have to."
"No, I want to. Just don't get angry if I don't do a good job." "You'll do fine." I got in position, and I made sure I wasn't touching HIS cock. I had plans for that." I put my dick into his mouth slowly. I felt the gag reflex and stopped. I'm about 7 inches long and thin, and I'd say I was about four inches in before he was getting uncomfortable.
"That's all ok, boy. Practice makes perfect. And you're gonna get a LOT of practice this weekend. Now slide your tongue around it. " He tried, and it was ok. I pretended it was better than it was, but I WAS getting hard.
"Boy, you're about to swallow your first load of jizz. Get ready." I slid back and forth until I was at the edge and then I shot into his mouth. I could tell by his face that he didn't find it pleasant. "You'll get used to it, Brian. A lot of guys feel that way at first." I slid out and I stroked his hair. "You're such a good bottom, Brian."
"Bottom? You're not fucking me tonight, are you?" I hit my hand against my forehead. "DAMN. I should've covered that at dinner. We'll talk about it. Just know, you're making me happier than I've been in a long time."
"Thank you, Sir" he said. "I'm so hard. "
"And I have something to help with that, too. You know what a vibrator is?"
"Yeah. I used to tease my girlfriends about theirs."
"Well, they work on balls and cocks, too. I'll set it at low." I pulled out a small one, and I began running it all over his junk. I didn't stay long enough for him to really get very excited, and that frustration of not cumming was setting in.
"I COULD make you cum with this, boy, but...I'm gonna get my hands dirty." I circled his cock and began jerking him off. "DAMN this is so much better than with Connor." I snorted it. "It BETTER be." I would stop occasionally and tickle the underside of his balls, but mostly I just slowly edged him. He moaned for a while and when the moans stopped, and he switched to a high-pitched whine, he was ready. I knew it. I squeezed his dick.
"CUM FOR ME BOY. EMPTY THOSE BALLS," I screamed, and he screamed back "YES SIR!" and then it pumped out of him. He started to cry at the end. I'd had guys do that before, so I just cuddled into him, kissed his cheek, and stroked his chest.
"You ok, sexy man?" "More than ok, Sir. " He thought for a minute. "If I have to be gay to get this, then I'll sign up tomorrow."
I was thinking "Kid, you already did." But I didn't spoil the moment. We'd talk about these things over the weekend.