As the weekend drew to a close, Scott could not believe how his life had literally been transformed. Friday afternoon he had a steady girlfriend -- albeit one built on a physical "Friends with Benefits" status versus one where either party was emotionally attached to the other -- and tonight, he was virtually another man's sex toy. In the span of three days, he had not just had sex with another man, he had been introduced to three-ways, taken to a leather club, given head to strangers in a bathroom, and had sex with eight gay men.
Perhaps more importantly, he knew there was nothing he would not do for "daddy."
The next day at work, all he could do was think about all the sex he had this past weekend. Scott had taken a job at an engineering firm right out of college. Now, as he sat looking at his newest project, he realized he simply couldn't focus. He pushed the files to the side of his desk and looked out the office window as the sun lit up the summer sky.
Knowing there was little chance he was going to get any serious work done, he grabbed his coat and told the secretary outside his door he was headed to a meeting and likely wouldn't be back today. Instead, Scott raced home, put on his swim trunks and headed out for the pool. On the way, he texted Marc to see if he was available. The older man was a financial advisor and pretty much called the shots at his office. Hopefully, he too could call it an afternoon and come hang out by the pool and who knows -- end up back at his apartment.
Scott wanted nothing more than to feel Marc's long cock sliding into his hungry mouth, the warm head moving back and forth between his lips. But before he came, he would spread his legs and have daddy move between them. He loved being fucked hard, bred by daddy. Even now, his erect cock strained against his dress pants.
Within minutes he was changed, out the door, and basking in the hot sun. He checked his watch repeatedly and took a few dips in the cool water. He had the pool pretty much to himself as he swam laps trying to get his mind off the images of the cocks --daddy's, John's, Randy & Jim.
He pulled himself up and out of the pool collapsing on the toweled chaise lounge, the hot sun warming his body as the drops of water slowly evaporated on his skin. Scott didn't know how long he had been dozing before a familiar voice woke him. "Blow off the afternoon?" Marc inquired.
"Just didn't have it in me today. Besides I have all week to get a project done and it's almost there," Scott replied. "Not to mention all I could do was think about your cock all day," he added as he twisted around and looked back at Marc who had taken up a position in the lounge chair beside him.
"I thought you'd be thinking of those lovely ladies from last night," Marc scoffed. "Now that was some wild shit too," Scott responded thinking about how Vicki, one of their hosts had tied up this young lady about his age to hooks in the ceiling, placed clamps on her nipples and beat her with a small whip -- what he learned later was a flogger. "I'm not sure I'd want to experience that kind of shit...," he explained. "It's one thing to have you ram that big cock up my ass, but damn, she was beating that girl on her breasts, her pussy...that had to hurt."
"You'd be surprised the pleasure it can bring in the right hands," Mark informed him. "Vicki's a fucking pro. There's a fine line between pain and intense pleasure," he added as he drew on a Michelob Ultra.
"Yea...." Scott looked over. "She whipped you like that?" he inquired.
"No.... not me but I've watched her with lots of women. Not sure I've ever seen her play with a guy. I know she has with Greg but that's their private time together. Just women. But I might be able to have her make an exception for you," he smiled.
"Uh uh," Scott shot back. Not into the pain thing. But I wouldn't mind sucking that cock of yours. Been thinking about it all day..." he trailed off as his cell rang out.
Scott picked up Apple IPhone, stared at the screen and then muted the ringer. Within minutes a chime notified him of a text.
"Office checking up on you?" Marc inquired. "No, that was Anna telling me she's getting in town Wednesday. Wanted to know if I wanted to get together."
"You should have answered it. Told her you were a fucking queer now. Bet she'd love that," Marc snickered. Scott just looked at him.
"You are going to have to tell her," Marc looked over. "I told you. No more pussy for you boy," he said matter of factly. "Truth is, even if it wasn't about me -- you're into cock now. That shit about 'I can be bi....' Yea, right. I watched you fucking that boy last night. On your knees sucking those cocks in a bathroom down at the club. You're way past queer boy. You're owned by cock." Marc pause, drew on his beer, then looking directly in his eyes, "You know that...don't you?"
Scott turned looking the opposite way...."yea," he said softly.
It was a couple of days later when Scott had to come to grips with the fact as he walked over to Anna's. She had called to tell him she was home. Anna, a stewardess, had been away for almost a week and had no idea Scott had discovered something about himself, something he himself had never known. He was drawn to cock in a way he could have never imagined. It burned inside of him.
Anna met him at the door of her apartment. Her soft ashen blonde hair falling on her shoulders. She was wearing a yellow tube top that encased her gorgeous full breasts and smelled so sweet. He had nearly forgotten the scent of her perfume but it all flooded back.
"Hey baby, I missed you," she beamed, a bright smile which showcased the two dimples which formed on her cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek as he almost brushed past. How was he going to tell her? How does one go about saying, 'hey, I missed you too but I'm gay...'
He asked about her week, her flights...but really he was stalling. Trying to think about what he was going to say. He heard her voice in the background but his mind was racing. Anna sat beside on him on the couch. She was barefoot and pulled her legs up on the couch, tucking them under her tight round ass. He looked over to see her pretty toes, painted pink. Her tone tanned legs....fuck!
Scott stood up. He looked at her... it had to be now. "Anna, you know we always said we'd be honest with each other...and from the start you said you didn't want to get serious. I mean all this was just us...being friends. Enjoying each other's company. Well, I met somebody. I mean, I didn't plan it, but I met someone..." he trailed off. Scott didn't know where to go with it. So, he just stopped.
Anna stared for what seemed to be an eternity. Then came the response. "Okay. Yes, that's what we said. Is it someone I know? Do I know her?" she asked. "Her," he thought. "He simply shot back, "I'm not sure you know them," emphasizing them.
"Have you been seeing them long?" she asked. "I mean... it's only been a few
days..." she reasoned.
Scott's mind was scrambling. He didn't want to explain. He didn't want to dig in deeper. Just move on he thought. "I know it's quick, but I care too much about you and don't want to hurt you. I wanted to be up front. I remember how you said you felt with your ex. So, I just wanted to tell you. Listen... maybe its best I leave. We can chat later."
Scott saw tears in Anna's eyes. They said they were not going to be serious but he knew they were... but he also knew there was no way she'd understand what was happening with him now. His own heart felt heavy. "Look, I'm gonna' split. I'll call you."
He turned and walked out. The walk back to his apartment seemed forever. He thought he was in love with Beth -- the girl he dated in college. But this was different. He hadn't planned to feel so strongly about Anna. But he did.
Weeks rolled by and each day seemed to ease the pain. He had said he would call but he didn't. If he ignored the pain, dismissed the thought, it would be easier. He buried himself in his work by day and often went to the club with Marc at night. He really enjoyed dressing for the club and even ordered leather goods online. He had his own wardrobe now -- halter, vest, boots, and a variety of leather jocks.
He liked to show off his hard cut body. He liked the feels he got as he walked thru the bar. He loved having a burly daddy copping a feel, squeezing his cock and nuts. He often saw Jim and Randy and had met a few other guys, some of which he went home with when they asked. Marc not only had no issue with him leaving with a stranger, he encouraged it.
Things took a turn tho at the 4th of July party at the apartment. Since the afternoon he and Anna split, she had made herself scarce. It made it easier that she didn't seem to go to the pool anymore. Frankly, Scott had not seen her since that afternoon at her apartment. But that evening changed everything. Scott was perhaps four or five vodkas in, his arm around Marc, laughing, when he turned... and there she was.
"So...so he's the someone??? Really? It's not another woman? It's the guy from the pool?" Anna asked sternly. Scott didn't have a response. He simply stared back. She was looking for an explanation...something. He merely looked at her unable to find any words.
Anna turned and walked away. Scott was beyond thunderstruck. "Well, that was awkward, Marc smirked. "I thought you told her about us... about you," he added"
"I... I told her, well, she thought it was another woman," he uttered. "Apparently," Marc shot back. "Well, she knows the fuck now..." he reasoned. "Hey, cheer up dude. It's over. Let's go back to my place. You can fuck daddy," Marc smiled.
Scott tossed the remnants of his drink into the boxwoods. The two men walked back to Marc's and Marc, good to his word gave Scott a blowjob then mounted his young lover. It was a great fuck. It was always a great fuck. But his thoughts were somewhere else.
The next day, arriving home from the office, Scott received a text from Marc. "Cmon' over after dinner. Love to see you." Scott woofed down a sandwich, took a shower taking special care to shave around his genitals. He figured tonight he'd make up for the lackluster performance from the night before.
He was accustomed to walking on in Marc's apartment as if his own. Shutting the door behind him, he went ahead and removed the t-shirt he was wearing, slipping off his shoes, he padded into the den in just some satin gym shorts. Then stopping dead in his tracks at the scene in front of him. Sitting on the couch with Marc was Anna.
"Come on in. We have a guest," his host informed him as he raised his wine glass taking a sip. "What the fuck!" Scott uttered. "What the fuck is she doing here?" he said again as he gathered his thoughts.
"Well, I had just pulled up, checking my mail when this little thing caught me in the parking lot. We started chatting...she had a ton of questions...and well, here we are," explained Marc.
"Look," Anna started. She gauged her thoughts and then, slowly began...
"Everything's cool. I'm not here to make trouble," trailing off. Anna looked at Marc who looked back at her....and then they both sort of laughed at the same time. It became extremely apparent to Scott that Marc and Anna had been drinking wine for some time.
