I had a hazy memory of getting into the passenger side of my Barracuda, the old bucket seat harder than my driver seat. I felt my shirtless back, sweaty in the cold air, stick to the leather.
I handed Lan my wallet. He asked me if I still lived where my license said. I nodded. God, my car was awesome. 424 engine with the raised inflow in the hood. Fresh smell of Armorall. I was so relaxed.
We drove for a while and the city bled by. Why didn't I go shirtless anymore? Was it fear? I loved the cool air ruffling my chest and belly hair.
"Good boy. So happy to be naked in any way. Proud to show off all that fur," Lan growled, like he was reading my mind. There was a musk rising off Lan that made the arteries in my neck pulse.
It felt so good to have someone else drive. Like I'd always wanted this. I put my big hand out the window and played with the wind as the pure sex rumble of the Cuda's engine rumbled in my ass, making my cock start to climb in my pants again. It felt good. There was no shame, I didn't wonder who was looking or not looking.
We were at my house. Lan was opening the door, talking on the phone. "Yes, it's going very well, Miss R. We are at his home. You are welcome to chaperone if you have any concern," Lan's accent seemed thicker. I liked it. I stood in my living room. My house smelled a little like Cinnamon. It didn't look like a man lived here. I'd slowly replaced all my shit with something from catalogs.
Lan's hand was on my ass. I was standing tall, and I realized he had to go up on his toes to reach my ear. "You still want to be my Thor, to belong to me?" His small heavy hand felt like a warm anchor to life where it touched my big butt muscles.
I just nodded, smiling as the blood rushed to my cock and I became aware of my skin.
Lan brushed fingers across my left nipple. It had stood up, hard as a nail. My nipples are pink and about an inch and a half across, looking big even on my large frame. "Good boy," he said and there was something about that word, boy that sent a dark thrill from his warm hand stroking my asshole through my pants, to my nuts, my cock, up through my belly, and into my heart where it blossomed.
"Think you can clean yourself?" he asked.
I nodded again. I smelled. If He wanted me clean, I'd be Mr. fucking Clean.
"Good. Go, boy," the shiver of his voice tickling the back of my brain.
I smelled like soap. My taint smelled like soap. I kept checking, rubbing my finger down below my balls and smelling it. It smelled a little bit like me, still. I was laying on top of the sheets, warm everywhere. There was a candle on the chest at the foot of my bed, and a shadow that smelled like mansweat on my right side.
"Look into the candle," Lan said. I was staring at the flame, but I wanted to be looking at him.
I was clean, he was dirty.
"Stop worrying about your cunt," he growled. I bristled down inside my warm cocoon. "Yess, that's right," he hissed, seeing me tense. "Take all that you have left and pour it into the fire. Pour all that heat from having to be so in charge, so separate, when all you've ever wanted was to be a puppy to a real man..."
My heart was hot. I was glaring into the candle. As he talked, all the rage inside me, all the ways I had used boys because they demanded that I be in charge and i resented them poured through me. I expected the candle to flare up. It just burned there, steady.
"Good! Letting it all go," he purred as the mansweat smell settled around me. He was kneeling behind my head, and i could feel the long snake of his cock unfurling against my hair, my beard. God I wanted to suck it. The heat pouring out of me starting slowly being replaced by desire, like an old pipe running clean.
He was working on my nipples, I realized. Stroking and tugging - alternating between the two. There was a deep sound in the room. I wanted to look for it, but the candle had snared me. I was melting down into the heat of his thick fingers as they started to grind my nipples slowly between them.
"Good boy," Lan said. My cock was bouncing against my belly up and down with my heartbeat.
"Yes, and remember, every time I say good boy," and heat shot from my nuts and ass through my cock as it jumped and leaked precum for the first time I can remember. The heat hit my heart, between where he was pulling and pulling on my big pink nipples, and expanded as I expanded and melted. Boys felt pleasure. That's what they did. They surrendered, and opened, and felt pleasure.
The sound, the low grinding sound, was me moaning as this slab of masterful muscle worked and worked on my nipples as they slowly flared hotter and hotter.
"That's right. Gooood boy," he growled over me. Again, warmth from my nuts, my ass up my cock like a rocket - more precum oozed out into the golden fur of my heaving belly. My heart opened, I sank into the bed. Every time he said that word, this happened, and every time he said it he worked a little extra hard on my nipples, then eased back.
