Please note: This story contains references to male-on-male
piss play,
but does not go into explicit detail. This story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. Thank you and enjoy.
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"I hope you're in the mood for meat!" James' words dripped with innuendo.
"I'm always in the mood for meat," I replied with a cheeky grin as I leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Mmm, I bet you are!" He chuckled, squeezing my ass playfully.
After our shower, we agreed that we had worked up an appetite and decided that it was time to eat. For dinner, James produced a couple of steaks and russet potatoes, and we headed back out to the patio to cook them on the barbecue. With the potatoes on the grill and nothing to do but wait, we got to talking about women; namely the women at our job.
"That Krista is always flirting with me. She's kinda hot."
Krista was one of the servers at the restaurant. A pretty blond girl about my age, she was thick and curvy in a very appealing way and she knew it. Something about that confidence made her sexy not only in presentation but in attitude as well. One could be certain that if she wasn't busy waiting on tables, she was flirting with someone, and she had no shortage of men interested in flirting back. It didn't surprise me to hear that she had taken an interest in James; he was, after all, an exceptionally handsome man.
"She can be awfully forward, can't she? I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I fucked her once."
"You dog! You just fuckin' your way through the whole staff or what?" James teased, raising an eyebrow.
"No, it's not like that!" I laughed, "We got a little drunk at the staff party last year and one thing led to another. It was just a random one-off, we're still friends and everything."
"Well, either way; well done."
"Thanks, I guess." I chuckled.
"You know who's really fuckin' cute? Liz."
I nodded in agreement. Liz was another bartender and was indeed incredibly attractive. She was a petite girl in her early twenties with disproportionately large breasts for her tiny frame, long brunette hair, and adorably big eyes. But there was more to her than incomparable cuteness; Liz had a bubbly, joyful energy that drew people to her like moths to a flame. Somehow innocent and alluring at the same time, she was the kind of girl that could make a guy with even the healthiest self-esteem feel like he wasn't good enough for her.
"Yeah, her boyfriend is a lucky man."
"Boyfriend?! I thought she was with that redheaded smokeshow who picks her up sometimes."
"She is." I laughed, "It's some kind of weird throuple situation, but it seems to work for them."
"Well, in that case, lucky man indeed! What I wouldn't give for a night with either of those girls..." James trailed off as he opened the lid on the grill to check inside.
"I'm almost starting to feel a little jealous here," I said with a wry smile.
"Oh, don't be getting all sensitive on me!" He needled, his tone softening when he added; "I'm feeling pretty lucky today myself."
I wanted to be close to him, to touch him, and to show my affection physically, but I wasn't sure how to be intimate like that with a man. That was silly, wasn't it? Why should it be any different with a man than with a woman? I was in my head, overthinking something that ought to be simple and easy. It felt natural to want to be affectionate with James; the only thing standing in my way was myself. Sliding up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him against my chest, nuzzling him behind the ear. James leaned into me and placed a hand over my forearm while he craned his neck to nuzzle me back, his short stubble of a beard tickling my face gently.
"When did you know you were into guys?" James wanted to know.
"Oh, always. For as long as I've been old enough to think about sex, I was curious about sex with men. But I meant what I said earlier; you're the first guy I've ever had a romantic interest in."
"Romantic, huh? Should I light some candles and play some Barry White? Is that what you're into?" James teased.
"Shut up." I laughed.
James turned his head to kiss me on the cheek and we shared a quiet, comfortable moment just holding each other.
"What about you? When did you know?" I finally inquired.
"Looking back on it now, I guess I always knew too. But I didn't really start coming to terms with it until college. I was drinking with my roommate one night and we decided to watch some porn... Well, as you said, one thing led to another."
"I guess that made for an awkward next day."
"Not really. It kind of opened the door; we fucked a lot after that." He smiled fondly at the memory.
"Talk about lucky!" I laughed.
When the food was ready, we went back inside to eat at the island counter in the kitchen. While we enjoyed our meal, the conversation progressed along to its logical evolution; sex. James seemed pleased to hear that though I generally leaned towards bottoming, I was down to do my share of the fucking. When we got into the topic of kinks and fetishes, I learned that James' sexual repertoire had been somewhat vanilla --at least by my standards-- but that he was open to trying pretty much anything. After his first foray into piss play with me earlier that afternoon, I didn't doubt it.
"I'm really glad I didn't freak you out with the whole golden shower thing," I said sincerely.
"Not gonna lie, I was kinda shocked at first. But once we got going, man, that was so hot! I was even tempted to taste yours when we were in the shower... I guess I wasn't ready for that yet."
The way he said 'yet' caught my attention. I had only ever been on the receiving end of watersports, but the prospect of playing the other role excited me greatly. I decided to test the waters a little.
"Good thing I didn't give it a push and spray you in the face." I grinned.
"I kind of thought you would."
"And you would have been okay with that?"
James shrugged and smiled coyly.
"Man, missed opportunities!" I laughed.
"Oh, there will be other opportunities." He winked.
The obvious and exciting sexual implications aside, I was elated that James was thinking in terms of some kind of a future with me. He had it in his head that he wanted to continue down this road with me, whatever that meant. We would have to talk about it at some point, but for now, I was content to just enjoy each other's company and see where this night led.
"What about you? You gotta have something kinky that turns your crank."
James paused thoughtfully before answering; "A lot of girls like to be tied up, that's always pretty hot. I never got into the whips and chains or anything, but yeah, some light BDSM is definitely a turn-on."
A shudder ran through me at the thought of surrendering myself to James like that; letting him tie me to the bed and use my body for his pleasure while I was bound and helpless...
"I would love that." I smiled.
James stood up from the counter and cleared our plates before coming back around to where I sat and taking me by the hand.
"Come on." He tugged at my arm.
"What are we doing?" I asked in a playful tone as I let him lead me away.
"I promised you something about edging you all night. I'm a man of my word."
James took us to his luxurious living room with its impressive sectional sofa and a glass wall that looked out into the backyard. I didn't have time to take in my surroundings before my lover pulled me against him firmly and forced his tongue into my mouth. An involuntary moan rumbled up from my throat as I kissed him back, my pants tightening instantly at his aggressive display of affection. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, James abruptly broke off the kiss and shoved me backward onto the sofa.
"Be naked when I get back." He smirked as he turned away and left the room.
It wasn't a request or a suggestion; it was a demand. I decided right then and there that I liked this side of James very much. That he could be so forceful and assertive without ever coming across as harsh or domineering thrilled me in a deeply profound way. It made me want to obey him. I wasted no time stripping out of my clothes and folding them neatly on the cushion next to me. Sitting there in the nude waiting for my lover to return, I looked out the window into the yard. Above and beyond the trees that blocked out the view at the far end of the property, the sun was making its lazy retreat across the sky, preparing to retire for the evening.
When James came back a few minutes later, I was pleased to see that he too had stripped naked, his flaccid cock bouncing and swaying enticingly with each step. In his hand, he held a folded bundle of satiny black material and I realized immediately what was coming next. James didn't bother to explain his intentions; instead he simply moved around behind me and slipped the blindfold over my eyes, blocking out all light from the outside as he cinched the material tight behind my head. With a hand on my throat, he tilted my chin back and I felt his warm breath on my face just before our lips met. James kissed me deep and long while he slid a hand down my chest, caressing my pectorals and pinching my nipples, making me squirm in my seat.
When he broke away, he issued another instruction; "Lean forward, baby."
I complied obediently, feeling him move my arms behind my back, wrapping the soft material around my wrists a few times before pulling it tight and tying a knot. I tested the restraints and found there wasn't any give at all; no chance I would be able to free myself. In retrospect, I suppose I should have had at least some trepidation about being bound and blindfolded, but I trusted James implicitly and no such doubt ever even occurred to me. On the contrary, I was buzzing with anticipation.
Deprived of my vision, I relied on auditory cues to tell me that James had moved around to the front of the sofa. His hands came down on my knees and spread them wide as I heard him get into position between my legs. When his hot breath breezed across my crotch I shuddered at the sensation, and when his bristly face nudged my cock aside I gasped involuntarily. By the time his warm, wet tongue licked a long trail over my balls, I was trembling with arousal. James lingered there for a long while, kissing, sucking, and pulling at my scrotum until my cock ached and throbbed, desperate for attention.
