My first submission to Literotica, this is a fictionalized account of some of our fantasies. Please vote and send me your positive suggestions.
Poor Chuck. He's so nervous sometimes. He has no idea how good-looking and sexy he is and he's always afraid people won't like him. But those people who don't desire his body enjoy his mind. He's one of those genuinely nice guys you sometimes meet and always like. We've been lovers for a long time, but much of it we've lived a long way apart from one another, but the distance never cooled our passion for each other.
He has a submissive streak we've been exploring more and more. I'd never really been into that. In fact, there were parts of it that I really didn't think I wanted anything to do with, like inflicting pain or forcing someone to do what I told them to do. But I've learned from Chuck that sometimes a certain kind of pain can be very erotic, and that he sometimes really wants to be "forced." So I've pushed some of my own boundaries and have found out there are all sorts of ways to enhance our pleasure.
One night I had decided to play with his mind, so I took him to a local bath house. It's a nice clean one, not like some I've been in where you want to wear boots because of what the floor looks like. Chuck had been there a couple of times with another friend so he wasn't too nervous about going. We rented a locker in what was basically a wide place in a hallway and took off our clothes. Chuck is always nervous getting undressed. Once he's naked, he relaxes, but somehow stripping where anyone can see him really pushes some of his buttons. I could see his eyes looking around just before he pushed down his pants. I don't let him wear underwear when we are together so as his pants went down his cock appeared. He was semi-hard, that nice stage where his cock had swollen so it looked nice and big, but hadn't yet become a standup erection.
I reached over and took his cock in my hand, jacking it a couple of times just for the pleasure of feeling it. Chuck gave a small groan of arousal and we collided into an enthusiastic battle of tongues. Our two torsos met and pushed against each other as we each tried to overcome the skin barrier and merge into one being.
"Very nice," came a voice as we backed off for a moment. I heard Chuck's quick intake of breath, as he looked to see who was there, then hung his head like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Of course, his hand was in front of his now very erect and swollen cock, but the look was just the same. Chuck never plays poker because every feeling he has registers all over his face, and I could see the embarrassment in both the look on his face and the blush that rushed up from his neck.
"Why, thank you," I responded warmly, while Chuck maintained his embarrassed silence.
"Chuck, how do you respond to a compliment?" Head still down, his eyes darted incredulously to me, to find me watching him and waiting for a response. His eyes closed momentarily as he took a breath and tried to compose his face before looking up and mumbling a thank you to our audience of one.
"You two are obviously together," he said, "If you'd like a third sometime tonight, I'd be happy to join you." With that, he continued past us and on down the hallway.
Chuck's eyes were still darting around to see if anyone else was watching, so I stepped up behind him and hugged him so he could feel my cock pressed against his ass. Then I reached down and jacked his cock again, but this time he was facing the hall so anyone could see. I could feel the tension in his body as he on display, and I knew he wanted to turn away from the hallway, but I didn't budge. I hugged him tighter and nuzzled his neck as I quietly told him how hot and sexy he was and how much I wanted to fuck him. That and my hand stroking his cock took his mind off any other people who might be there and I felt him relax and snuggle back into me as his cock regained its full size and pointed proudly up to the sky again.
I continued to hold him and stroke him, urging him into full arousal, readying him for what was to come. When his eyes closed and his head dropped back onto my shoulder I knew he was beginning to feel an orgasm approaching. Quietly I whispered to him, "Keep your eyes closed a minute and don't move." getting a quiet moan of pleasure in response. I gently released him and turned to the still open locker, reaching into my bag and slipping out his collar, then I stepped close behind him again and resumed my gentle stroking. With my other hand I gently slid the leather collar up his belly and began rubbing his nipples with it, further stimulating him. He was already so turned on that he didn't realize it was his collar until I slid it on up to his neck and had to stop stroking his cock to fasten it around his neck.
He started to object, but I quietly shushed him and returned my hand to his cock, distracting him with my hand and my voice as I whispered to him how good he was going to feel. Another little moan came from his lips and he settled back against my chest again.
"Wait just another minute," I told him and turned again to the locker. This time I pulled out his leash and a big black marking pen. Stepping close again I used the leash to stimulate his skin before clipping it to his collar. This time I got no reaction and I knew he was now thinking only with his dick. I pulled the top of the marker off with my teeth and leaned down a bit behind him and began to write across his ass, just below his belt line. I got the first three letters in before he woke up enough to react. He twisted around trying to see what I had written but couldn't quite see it.
"What did you write?" he asked with a certain note of concern in his voice.
"Just a minute," I said and added a K, M and E after the FUC I had gotten on at first. "I just put down what you wanted so you wouldn't have to say it," Then I closed the locker and gave a tug on his leash as I started down the hall. "Come on, lets take a shower." As he followed me he kept trying to see what I had written.
"Lee," he pleaded, "what did you write on my ass?"
Just then a nice-looking middle-aged guy was coming toward us. "Chuck, why don't you ask him to read it to you?" I asked loudly enough to be clearly heard by this guy. He stopped and looked at us and I could see his cock begin to pulse and grow.
I turned to Chuck and held his eyes as I told him, "Ask him to read it to you. That way you'll know what it says.
A hunted look came across Chuck's face. He was afraid of what the guy would see if he turned around, he was sure it would embarrass him. "Ask him," I repeated with that little edge that told Chuck he was going to have to do it so he might as well get it over with.
Embarrassment and terror flew onto Chuck's face, but he knew he had to do it. He forced his eyes from me and over my shoulder. "Please, sir," he said and had to clear his throat before continuing, "would you please tell me what is written across my ass?" Then he slowly turned around.
I watched a smile play across the guy's face. "I'd be happy to," he said, and Chuck twisted around to look at him, perplexed. It says, "Fuck me," the guy said, "and I'd be happy to."
Chuck clearly wanted to sink through the floor, but his cock was at attention again and I knew how much this terrible embarrassment turned him on.
"I'm Lee," I said and put out my hand, " and this is Chuck."
