I was majoring in "Filmmaking" at the university when I first met Tim. He was a 45 year old man, and ran a successful law firm in the city. He wanted to hire me to shoot a short film related to a new business he was planning on starting. He had seen my submission to the city's annual film festival and was very impressed. I was a struggling filmmaker, and so when Tim contacted me to meet up to discuss the project, I jumped at the opportunity.
Our first meeting was in his law office. His handshake was firm but friendly, a grip obviously practiced to intimidate men. He was a charmer too. He went out of his way to compliment me on my movie, my film style, my original script, and awkwardly, my toned body and cute looks. You see, my film that Tim saw, was about an exhibitionist young man, who falls for an old renaissance painter, for whom he modeled for. I played the part of that young man, and I was considerably nude in the film. Honestly, I think the reason the film got so much attention was due to the gratuitous nudity, not because of the "authentic" plot.
Tim was over six feet tall. He was sophisticated and stunning to look at with dark hair, dark beard, a strong jaw and grayish eyes. After his day job in suits, he was in the habit of wearing shorts and a loose button shirt with top buttons open showing his hairy chest, as we worked weekends. I was sure he wore no underwear, as the shape of his cock showed clearly through his shorts. I wondered why he would sometimes get an erection during our work. But soon I learned that he was gay, and so it made me feel very special imagining that he was hard for me. It drove me to distraction imagining that all I had to do, whenever he leaned over my computer, was to slide my elbow up and down in order to fondle his loosely hanging pole.
His ass was a sculpted masterpiece, high and gloriously curvaceous. He also had one of those herculine biceps, which always caused a chemical reaction somewhere deep within me. I was twenty five at the time and engaged to a beautiful twenty three year old girl, Jessica. We were to get married after my graduation that summer. But I couldn't stop having feelings of strong attraction towards Tim. He was so real, so earthy, so unlike any of the men I had ever known.
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My musings heightened one day, after a full day of shooting outdoors. Jess had gone away to visit her parents, and so I was in no hurry to get back home. Tim and I were both sweaty with lugging the heavy filming equipment around all day. We decided to get dinner at a local cafe.
After ordering some sandwiches and coffee, we sat down at the small cafe table, our knees touching due to the small space. I was trying to be as nonchalant as I could muster. Tim was talking to me, complimenting my work as usual, but I was not able focus on the actual words he said. I took a deep breath, trying to relax, but it didn't help. His familiar aftershave was strong but underneath I could smell his musky male odor.
The tone of his compliments did something in me that day. Usually I am good at deflecting flattery. But nobody had so openly and genuinely praised me like that. Tim was blushing hard while saying those things, which made me blush too. He made me feel so desirable. I looked at Tim differently sitting in that cafe corner. He was behaving like someone infatuated and was coming on to me with full force. That made my heart start to race. And that's when the dirty thoughts started wandering randomly through my mind again.
"How big is his cock?" was my first thought, although I quickly decided that I already kinda knew that. It was a very big one. "If I leaned forward, would he lean in too and kiss me, forcing his tongue inside?" I craved to be objectified by him. "If I asked him straight out, would he take me to the restroom and show me his big cock, even let me touch it?" A sexy hunk like him must surely have many men and women swooning for him all the time.
I was not yet so panicked as to say anything aloud, but as we talked, my attention remained intently focused on the bulge between his legs. I am sure my eyes must have "accidentally" glanced down to check out that bulge. How long could I keep it up?
"Are you checking me out?" Tim caught me.
"What? No!"
"I see you checking me out all the time. Your eyes always go down to my pants. You lean into me trying to touch my cock with your arms, whenever we are editing the movie on your computer. Even right now you are rubbing your legs against mine."
I was astounded. How could he know? I couldn't even deny it happened, because he had caught me so red handed. I started to apologize, but Tim stopped me. He did that a lot, gesturing to make me stop speaking.
He took my hand and moved it under the table, and placed it right over his growing manhood. Then he let go of my hand, leaving it resting there. I was too stunned by his boldness to take my hand away. He rested his elbow on the table and cupped his chin within his hand. He leaned in towards me and peered deeply into my eyes. He wore a wry and demanding smile. "Do you feel my cock stir at your touch Jason?"
I nodded nervously. I felt all the people in the half filled cafe looking at me. I was scared to look around me in order to see but rather sensed their eyes. My cheeks were on fire and I looked down in shame. Tim, chuckling, reached his right hand across the tiny cafe table and with his thumb and index finger raised my chin. I stared into his eyes.
"I don't have to look Jason. I know your cock is hard too. Your cock is hard from feeling my stiff prick." His blazing eyes never left mine. "Go ahead rub my cock. Feel the head of it. Fondle the sack. Bring it to full arousal." He strung these sentences together like a single slice of conversation while sipping his coffee. I had still not looked at any of the customers. I locked only onto Tim's eyes and his voice. I followed all his instructions, as if in a trance.
I have no idea how long we sat there. It seemed ages to me. I could neither eat or drink. I was in a cloak of shame for our entire stay at the shop. Eventually we did leave, and walked our way back to parking. I felt deeply humiliated. Who might have heard? Who may have seen? But mostly, I was humiliated because my own cock had indeed been stiff as I handled Tim. I was aroused as I traced his huge hard on. I wanted to stop and think my way through all of this. I wanted... I have no idea what I wanted.... I followed Tim unquestioningly back to his car.
He was about to get into his car, when finally I found the nerve to speak to him. "Tim... wait. I want..."
He levelled a piercing look directly into my eyes. "Go on," he stared unwaveringly. I looked down, suddenly embarrassed and in far above my depth. I felt like a child in front of him. "Why are you torturing me like this...I mean I am not gay or anything."
"Do you want to have sex with me Jason?" he asked in a matter of fact tone. He playfully touched the lock of hair on my forehead as he asked this.
I was shocked and outraged. "I don't do that. I am not like that. I have never... would never..." I was now breathing very fast.
"You have a beautiful hot fiancé. She would love to fuck you. You could have a nice little life with her. I on the other hand would be very dangerous for you Jason. I am what you would call a "Dom". For example, I liked how embarrassed you were when I made you touch me in front of all those people. I am hard now because I am making you sexually uncomfortable. Do you understand?" He brought his face very close to mine, all the while smiling sardonically at my discomfiture.
"See, I enjoy forcing you to do what you already want to do, but deny yourself. That is what turns me on. I suggest you go home and have a suburban fuck with Jessica." His talk was replete with a smirk and a kind of breathy chuckle.
I looked straight into his eyes this time, pleading, "Stop it, please!" I was tearing up.
"Alright," he said, taking pity on me, "tell you what. If you kiss me right now and you don't feel anything, then I was wrong and I'll drop it. But if you do then I'm right."
It was as if he was discussing the weather. He made no attempt to whisper or conceal his conversation whatsoever. His proposal made me terribly uncomfortable and I swept my head around to see if anyone was there. Thankfully the parking lot was deserted.
"Someone will see us." Why was I even entertaining the idea? Why was I listening to him?
"There's nobody here, Jason. I'll look out to make sure nobody's watching. I'll keep you safe." He grabbed my hips and pulled me close, easily overpowering me. I was a puppet in his hands. "Just relax and enjoy the kiss." He grabbed the back of my head and dominantly, yet tenderly, kissed me. My cock swelled as much as it possibly could and I felt dizzy. He pulled away and I let out a soft whiny moan. I was drunk from one kiss.
"Looks like I was right," he laughed out loud looking down and seeing the tent in the front of my jeans.
I turned red, ashamed. "No! This can't be. I am not gay!" He covered my mouth with his hand. "I know you still deny it, that is why you should go and find Jessica and have a beautiful vanilla fuck. She is a very attractive girl. She will spread for you Jason. Enjoy her."
Then he got into his car and breezed out of the parking. I stood there dumbfounded. I felt utterly dejected, like I had just been dumped by a long term lover.
I finally got in my car and drove home. I could think of nothing but him. I replayed every word that he said to me. I replayed the incidents from the cafe and parking lot. I never thought that feeling another man's penis in public would excite me. That kissing him would make me rock hard. Everything he had said about me was right. I am submissive. I am effeminate. I am his for the taking. A gay boy for this alpha man.
