AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is a story about a young man exploring his sexuality and finding out he is a gay submissive. It is rather long and not all about sex so if you are looking for a quickie you might want to look elsewhere. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy.
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Time is a funny thing. When you are in the doctor's office for an appointment you can look at a clock and then pace around, read an article from a magazine you would never bother picking up, check out everyone else in the office and when you look back at the clock, bam only 5 minutes have gone by. Then there is your lunch break where you head to the store, gas up, buy a breakfast burrito at the convenience store and wind up almost being late getting back.
Things that you want to last forever just seem to flash by, while the petty nuisances of life can seem to drag on and on. While true time travel may not be possible I always wonder if there is a way that you could harness the power of the mind to seemingly bend time as a matter of perspective like this reversing the fields so that the droll and boring parts of life would speed by and the moments that you cherish would slowly trickle by.
I had not managed that trick so the time from Thursday evening when I left the professor until Saturday afternoon played alternate tricks of expanding and contracting on me.
There were times that I was eager with anticipation and just wanted to get the whole thing started. It was the culmination of the path that I had taken. What would it be like? Had I even met anyone? Someone had seemed to allude to the fact that there might be another guy or two that couldn't use me that week or perhaps they were saving me for something. The simple wanting to know consumed me making the time stretch out very slowly.
At other times the pressing reality of what I was about to undertake would crush down upon me. I didn't think that I would be able to take it. Maybe it would hurt too much or I could be in a position that I would be uncomfortable and trapped. Visions of all the worst sort of BDSM torture scenes would play through my head and I would become very nervous, looking at the clock and calculating how much time I had before I would pass the point of no return and not be able to call the whole thing off.
My fears were only fleeting though as I would from time to time reflect on certain events of the past week and would necessarily get into a dirty mood. The thought of how a cock felt in my mouth just as it was coming or one little moment where a man had his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, needing my eager mouth. The tastes, scents and sounds would work me back into a frenzied anticipatory phase.
Any fears that I had were dismissed on the basis of my prior treatment. Sure the men in the group had all been firm with me or at least had taken a very active role ensuring my submission, but none of them had ever been violent really or shown me any disdain. It was simply that I was the way I was, a passive and compliant means for other men's pleasure.
There was something special in the role that I seemed to be meant for. In addition to the simple fact that I found myself adoring penises in all their shapes and forms, there was the way that I could tell that I was providing the purest pleasure in my arts to the men that I served. Perhaps, that was one reason that I acquiesced so easily to their demands. To refuse would be to lessen the effect of my ministrations on them and would therefore reduce my own pleasure.
Never in the whole time that I had been with any of the men had I reacted out of a selfish need to get off myself. I didn't know if this was natural. It didn't seem so, but to tell the truth even though I was in an ecstatic state it was not one that I wanted to come to completion. For me the sexual tension of the ride itself outweighed the mere act of orgasm.
For the men however, I desperately wanted them to cum, almost to a point where it was selfish. The way the professor had been with me exerting full control was perhaps the way that it should be done. To let them get the maximum pleasure out of me as possible when I was the receiver of the action entirely was one thing, but when I was kneeling with their cock in my mouth and I could sense their excitement mount it was so hard not to just go crazy sucking and get my reward, twofold in its nature of the pleasure of the man above me and the taste of his sweet seed.
The time for big night finally approached, I dressed myself in the clothes that I had bought at Mr. Silver's shop, double checked myself in the mirror and ran nervously down to the steps in front of the dorm where a car was to pick me up. Right on time a black sedan rolled up to the temporary parking spot, which I recognized as Mr. Silver's.
For one second I had a very deep-rooted sensation down in my gut to just stop, turn around and forget the whole thing. As I was about to give in and turn and run the Passenger door of the vehicle started to open slowly in an inviting manner. I was under its spell and advanced, neatly entering and closing the door after me.
I turned left, fully expecting to see Mr. Silver there smiling at me, but instead I saw a man in his early thirties bald on the top of with a goatee and chiseled face. He was dressed for a dinner party except he has his shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow exposing a strong forearm with an intricate tattoo of an Asian dragon. He certainly looked like the kind of guy that you didn't want to mess with.
At first I was taken aback by his appearance and almost fearful, but there was something about his demeanor that was almost comforting in the way that he carried himself, like he could be a protector instead of a threat. It was obvious that Mr. Silver had trusted the man enough to let him drive his car, so that was one thing in his favor.
We drove on in silence heading out of the city. It was just past dark and the night was clear. The stars shone down and the moon shone full in the sky, illuminating all below in its ghostly glow. It didn't seem right to break the silence first, almost as if this were part of some ritual undertaking.
Although I made no noise, I couldn't shake my curiosity and reverted back to the game I had been playing with the different men on Thursday while I was waiting for the professor to show himself to me. First there would be a long stare out the window and then I would look forward as if something on the road got my attention. Pulling back my focus I would concentrate on my peripheral vision and try to make out the lines between his legs.
Ok, I was trying to check out his cock without him knowing, but I failed, as I couldn't really get the right angle. The tempting though of just leaning over and looking occurred to me, but then I wasn't really sure that this man was one of the 'group'. Surely, he had to be. He seemed the kind of dominant guy that would be in a group wanting to take advantage of the fact that little boys like me liked strong men taking advantage of them. It was possible, however that he was not involved and not wanting to embarrass Mr. Silver, I refrained from actions that would expose my intention.
