Little Red Pill

I spent the remainder of the day after my checkup with Dr. Curtis simultaneously scheming a grand scheme, and compulsively checking my phone. I did the latter desperately hoping for a text from Gavin; the former High School hunk athlete turned landscaper whom as of late had begun using my ass for his pleasure. It had been days since we'd last hooked up, when he informed me that his girlfriend had gone away on vacation with her family, leaving him lonely and presumably horny. He told me to be ready for his texts when he wanted to use me. Why hadn't he texted me yet to use me?

I had to assume a text could be coming at any moment. And it was for that reason that I had scheming to do. My plan involved donning big sunglasses and a ball cap pulled down as far over my face as I could to visit a kink shop I had only ever driven by on my way in and out of town. I needed to pick up a few specific supplies. I also had to hit the internet for further research. Using new terms I had learned from Dr. Curtis, such as 'anal orgasm' and 'p-spot,' I was able to acquire additional knowledge and tutorials on that special release that I was aiming to receive again.

The helpful How-To articles led me down a rabbit hole of seeking visual evidence- which led me to a slew of "Hands Free Anal Orgasm" compilation videos- which led me to a vigorous masturbation session at the desk in my room.

Thankfully, after stroking out two separate hefty loads into two separate wads of Kleenex, I was finally able to clear my head and calm my Little-Red-Pill-enhanced hormones. Therefore, I was only mildly devastated when the clock ticked passed midnight without any messages from Gavin.

If you thought that also would have saved me from graphic vivid sex dreams starring me, my newly discovered P-spot, and a certain handsome and ripped mower of lawns, you would be mistaken. I awoke with a start and a painfully rigid erection in my jockey shorts the next morning. Thankfully for my laundry, but frustratingly for me, I had awoken before making another huge mess in my undies.

Suppressing the urge to jam a hand down my boxer briefs and finish myself off, I instead compulsively reached for my phone on the nightstand.

10:00 am. And no late-night messages from a girlfriend-missing Gavin. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I wondered if Gavin had found another girl to keep him company while Megan was away on vacation. That twinge twisted into a sharpness for a moment when I wondered if maybe he'd found another guy.

While I let that idea fester in my gut for a moment, I took my morning dosage of the Pill, and since my persistent boner had followed me into the waking world, and I hadn't yet banished it away with the usual rapid tugging, I retrieved the tape measure and took a new reading. 8.2 inches. Already up almost a quarter-inch since Dr. Curtis's thorough measurements yesterday. I calmed my jealous thoughts by assuring myself that if Gavin had found another boy for his pleasure, he surely didn't have a magic growing cock like me.

Of course, it wasn't exactly my magic growing cock that Gavin seemed to be after, so much as my ass. And I was after the feeling that his attention to said ass could bring to said magic growing cock.

I spent a few hours like this, stuck in an endless loop of desire and despair in my thoughts, when finally, I hit a breakthrough. If Gavin wasn't going to text me, I was just going to have to text him. I knew I was going against his orders that he would message me if he needed me, but what did I have to lose? If everything went according to what I was increasingly coming to realize was a crazy plan, Gavin was probably going to end up extremely pissed off at me anyway.

I pulled up our conversation in iMessenger.

ME:

"Hey Gavin. Was wondering when you were going to be stopping over. Before my mom left for work this morning she mentioned the grass could really use a cut."

I debated adding a winking emoji at the end, decided that would be too much, hesitated a beat longer, and hit send. I stared at the conversation screen for two minutes straight before coming to my senses and deciding I could wait all day and not receive a reply. I realized that I really didn't know all that much about Gavin's behavior. He might not even carry his phone around with him all day. He might always have it on silent. He might be the type to leave messages on "sent" or even worse, "read" for hours or days. And that's if he even wanted to reply to me at all.

With a sigh, I was about to push the sleep button for my screen and set it down to go make myself something to eat when the "..." bubble popped up indicating he was typing a response.

I found myself holding my breath. Whatever he was typing back was either lengthy, or requiring a lot of thought. Finally my phone buzzed in my hand and his reply simultaneously popped up on my screen.

Gavin:

"Not exactly a great day for mowing lawns"

I let out the breath I was holding, and stared momentarily befuddled at the response. In the silent contemplation, I noted the edition of a familiar background noise that I hadn't noticed before. I looked up out the window and noticed for the first time that it was actually pouring down rain outside. I actually blushed, feeling like an idiot for what I thought was a perfectly inconspicuous conversation starter. Feeling my embarrassment rising, I tried desperately to come up with a line that would save me. I was drawing a blank and seriously questioning my decision-making that had led me to this when the "..." reappeared. He was typing another response.

Gavin:

"And didn't I say that I would text YOU?"

My embarrassment morphed into panic. I immediately began typing out a response, some sort of an apology that didn't make sense. I deleted it out and started again- deleted that out, and forced myself to stop and think for a second. Everything was definitely not going according to plan. After a third attempt at a coherent response that I immediately deleted, I pictured Gavin on the other end, watching his phone as "..." appeared and disappeared and reappeared again on his screen. I tried to imagine what type of look he'd have on his young-action-movie-hero type face. Was he looking down at his phone with pity in his eyes? Scorn?

Gavin

"Chill out, I'm kidding. I'll be over in 30 min"

I imagined him smirking in amusement, and my dick gave an approving jerk of excitement in my shorts.

Me:

"Okay, I'll be here"

I looked down at my phone for a few more moments before I realized there would be no more replies. I snapped out of the little trance, remembered that I had a few preparations to make, and rushed up to my room to make them.

A half hour later and I was back downstairs on the living room couch, trying to seem casual watching mindless daytime TV. I'm not sure who I was acting for. It's not like Gavin would know whether I spent my time waiting for him on the couch, or pacing back and forth in the front hall by the door, which I felt like doing. I could still hear the rain pattering down beyond the window behind my couch. Above it, I heard the dull thud of a car door shutting. No, not a car door, but a truck door. Gavin's lawn care truck, I saw, as I bolted up off the couch and spun to the window.

I saw him trotting up the front sidewalk in the rain, wearing his patented t-shirt with the sleeves and half of the material of the sides of the shirt cut off, along with tan cargo shorts.

I watched him disappear out of my line of sight as he climbed the few steps up onto my front porch. It wasn't until I heard him rap a knock at the door that I realized I was standing there watching like an idiot instead of letting him in. I hurried out of the living room and into the front hall where I swung the front door open just as he was bringing up his muscled arm for another knock. The smirk on his square-jawed face was not unlike the one I had pictured as he was texting me. Rain came down in little streams off the edge of the front porch awning behind him. His trip from the truck to the house had not soaked him, but his shirt had gotten wet enough to cling to his solid-framed body enticingly. I was so busy checking him out that I had made no move to invite him inside. He cleared his throat.

"So, do you have that payment your mom owes me, yet?" he asked.

He sounded so sincere, and my head was so many steps ahead in my wild scheme, that it took me a second to catch on.

"Oh... I think I can come up with something," I offered, coyly, suddenly feeling like I was in the intro to a badly acted porno. I stepped aside and Gavin let himself in passed me. I had my back to him as I pushed the front door closed and turned the lock. Before I could turn around to meet him again, I felt much of Gavin's weight press into me from behind, pinning me face forward against the front door. I turned my head to the side trying to get a look at him right up against me with at least one eye.

I felt his breath close to my ear.

"I thought I told you I would be texting you if I needed you?" He challenged.

I probably should have been scared, and maybe I was, a little, but I was also thrilled. I could already feel a hard-on popping up and trapping itself between my sweat-shorts and the flat front of the door I was smashed against. A few short weeks ago, and I would have been tongue-tied silent. My Red-Pill-enhanced new attitude did some of the heavy-lifting for me, and I managed to respond calmly even with the side of my face smooshed into the door.

"Yeah well, I waited as long as I could. You also said Megan was only gone for a week. I didn't want to miss my window."

I heard Gavin sigh behind me, and felt his weight ease away as he released me and took a few steps back. I turned around to find him standing there, no longer smirking, or looking angry either. If I had to put a word to his expression, I'd say he looked confused.

"Yeah, well, I actually thought about texting you a lot," he admitted.

"Really? I mean, I've been waiting-"

He cut me off.

"This isn't like me, though. Like, with guys, you know? I mean- I'm not gay, okay? No offense-"

It was actually somehow even hotter watching the cock-sure alpha male fumble with his thoughts and words. I opened my mouth for a second to defend myself, assure him that I wasn't gay either, but after what I had practically begged him to do to me, I wasn't sure how exactly to pull off that statement. He didn't seem to be done yet anyway.

"-And then you invite me inside the other day, and out of nowhere you're on my dick, wanting to suck me off before I knew what hit me..."

He trailed off for a moment, probably going back in his head to that day in my kitchen. Despite my constantly raging hormones, despite what I had lured Gavin here to do today, I felt myself feeling a little like apologizing. Before I could, he was continuing on.

"...And then- And then you're pulling your pants down and sticking your ass in my face. Begging for me to fuck your ass. I honestly didn't know how to take it. Maybe I still don't? But I do know I went home and couldn't get it out of my head. Nobody had ever seemed to want it, to want me that badly."

Gavin was no longer looking directly at my eyes. My gaze, however, was glued on him as he went on.

"I couldn't get the thought out of my head. The desire to give you the pounding you wanted, until I came back that night and took it. I thought I got it out of my system, and came to my senses. And then, a few days later there I was texting you to meet me in the park. I've never felt that feeling of raw need, of dominance, before. It's just so fucking confusing, though..."

He trailed off again.

"Gavin, I-" I started, not knowing exactly where I was going, how I could explain to him that I understood.

Before I could organize my thoughts, he was shaking his head, seeming to shake off the seriousness and restore some of the mischievousness to his expression.

"What the fuck am I trying to say? Nothing gay-er than talking about your feelings," Gavin's hands were at the front of his shorts working open his belt and snapping open the button of his fly. "You know the drill, you lube it up so I can shove it in."

I had to force myself to speak up and stop him from whipping out his glorious cock right there in the front hall. I brought my hands up signaling for him to stop.

"Wait wait wait!" His hands froze at his fly. He raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Not here! I want you to fuck my brains out up in my bed," I explained.

Gavin shrugged.

"Wherever you want it, dude."

I led the way up the steps and into my bedroom. We took a few steps inside before Gavin was finishing unbuckling and and unzipping his shorts.

"Lets go, buddy. Dick's not gonna lube up itself."

Standing at the foot of my bed, he dropped his shorts around his ankles. His already semi-erect cock sprang free as he revealed that he was, in fact, free-balling. He couldn't have positioned himself better for me if I had drawn an X on the floor to mark the spot.

Coming up on him just as he was lifting a foot to kick his shorts off his ankle, I gave him a firm shove, tipping him backwards to plop down on his back onto my bed.

"Whoa, there, pal. Don't forget who runs this show, okay?" He pointed at the hardening cock between his legs on my bed. "You want this in that ass, then get to sucking."

He scooted his body further up my bed until his back was reclining against my pillows and the headboard. I was licking my lips and working as much saliva as I could into my mouth as I climbed onto the bed at his feet and crawled on hands and knees up between his legs. Gavin quickly pulled his sleeveless shirt up over his head and tossed it off the bed.

As soon as my head got in range, Gavin reached down and grabbed the back of my head, forcing my face down into his lap.

He didn't seem concerned with accuracy, just with getting my face down in his crotch. He ended up jamming my lips and nose into the shortly trimmed tight patch of pubes above the stem of his jutting cock. I took the moment to huff in a breath of his manly musky smell before he had his fingers tangled roughly in my short messy hair and was using his grip to shake and drag my face around in his crotch.

I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out, finding myself making audible "num num" sounds as I licked a lapped up at wherever Gavin dragged my head; up his shaft, around the tip, back down and across the crease of his extreme inner thigh, over his loose hanging testicles.

Gavin released his grip on my hair with one hand and gave my cheek a playful but firm slap, without much follow-through.

"Quit playing around and put my dick in your mouth, dude."

I obliged, and swallowed his glans between my lips. With my hands on his meaty thighs, keeping me propped up over his lap, I began bobbing my head up and down, twisting it around. I worked as much spit into my mouth and out between my lips as I could. Gavin had one hand guiding my oral adventures on the back of my head. His other hand gripped the base of his own engorged cock, keeping it pointed out away from his body and towards my eager lips.

As much as I wanted to simply revel in the feel and taste of his smooth shaft sliding between my lips and into my mouth, I still had a mission to accomplish. Boldly, I reached a hand from off Gavin's thigh, and grabbed at his hand that he had wrapped around his own base, pulling it away. With the hand out of the way, I immediately began diving my head down further on his shaft, taking him to the back of my throat and suppressing the reflex to gag.

"Oh, that's right, bitch, get the whole thing nice and wet. All the way down."

His hand on the back of my head punctuated his taunt by pressing my head down into his lap, forcing me to swallow him to the balls. He held me there, cock down the back of my throat, involuntarily working up my saliva glands to produce more slick thick mucus around his pole.

Now was the tricky part. I reached my hand back behind my head and attempted to knock his other hand away.

"What's the matter, bitch? Am I too much for you? Need a breath?" Gavin chided. Yet he complied in moving his hand away. I backed off slightly, keeping half of his shaft in my mouth and shaking my head 'no' before voluntarily lowering my face back down into his lap and engulfing him back down my throat with a glugging sound. Up and down I bobbed my head, repeatedly mashing my nose into his pubic area as my lips pressed into his cock root and balls. Spit and snot coated his entire length as I buried him down my throat and held him there. Above me, Gavin Grunted out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Yeah, you don't need my help. Swallow that cock like a good boy. Get it nice and wet for your ass!"

Swallowing him completely again, I tilted my gaze up the length of his hard naked body. He was now reclined back against my pillows with his muscled arms lifted up and his hands resting folded behind his head. He seemed to be looking down enjoying the show of me repeatedly gulping down his entire length of cock.

As I continued dutifully throat fucking myself on his shaft, I let one hand fall off the side of the bed and began blindly searching for what I had left there just under it. For a second I panicked, thinking I was positioned too far away to reach it. My fingers desperately searched the carpet as I tried to stay focused on occupying Gavin with my blow job. Just when I thought all hope was lost, my fingers brushed metal and I grabbed what I had been looking for.

I redoubled my efforts on Gavin's cock, slurping up and down the length with tight wet lips, hitting the base and bobbing my head back up with a slight twist each time. I was now humming "mmmmmmm" as I blew him, adding a little vibration to the suck-off. Gavin was now slowly and rhythmically grinding his hips into my mattress. When I glanced up his body again, He was still reclining back against the propped up pillows and headboard. He now had his hands up behind his head holding on to two of the row of wooden slats spaced apart to make up my headboard. His eyes were closed and he was quietly groaning and panting.

"Fuuuuck dude suck my fucking cock... uuuh fuck, man, you're gonna make me wanna cum before I even get to your ass!"

I had gotten Gavin to the brink, where he couldn't decide if he wanted to just keep letting me swallow his cock until he blew his nut down my throat, or if he wanted to pull off and flip me over to fuck me. While he wrestled with that decision, I had seconds to act-

His slippery cock plopped from my mouth to smack off his taut abdomen as I sprung up from my prone position laying between his legs to straddling his upper-chest with all of my weight forced down on him. With me, I brought up a pair of handcuffs with some extra length to the chain between each cuff, that I had left hidden on the floor just under the bed.

Gavin's eyes shot open.

"The fuck-?"

I grabbed hold of his right arm with both of mine before he could instinctively bring it down from where he gripped one of the wooden poles of my headboard. He was still caught off guard and hadn't yet begun to fight as I slapped one of the cuffs around his wrist. I pinned his arm there with a knee as he began to thrash and struggle. Reaching through the headboard slat on his left side, I grabbed the dangling end of the cuffs, brought them up and back through the front of the headboard, and grabbed his left wrist.

He was still confused, focusing on trying to pry his right arm free from my pinning knee, when I snapped the cuff closed around his left wrist. His arms were now effectively cuffed around my headboard, up over his head.

"What the fuck, dude!? Get this off me, you fuckin' asshole," he cursed, twisting and bucking the rest of his body trying to throw me off from where I straddled his chest.