Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2009 20:15:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Todd Carlos <toddstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Paper Boy Grows Up, chapter 4

	That first weekend was ridiculous.  Jimmy acted like my mouth and
my ass were his new favorite toys.  We never left the house and spent all
day Sunday fucking.  Jimmy wanted to try out every position he could think
of, though I realized that taking me from behind was what really got him
off.  From that day on I carried a set of bruises over my hips shaped like
his fingers that never entirely went away.
	After that we settled into a routine of sorts.  Jimmy would stop
over at least three times a week after work, only spending the night a
couple of times.  We'd fuck, work out, eat dinner together and fuck again
before he'd head home for the night.  On Friday he'd usually spend the
night and we would work in the yard on Saturday.  Sometimes he would spend
the entire weekend with me and I'd feel honored.
	He still talked about his girlfriend, Jen, and what she was doing.
Telling me about her latest email, or when he would need to get on the
computer to talk to her live.  I didn't begrudge them their time and
offered any support I could because I knew I was the one he was fucking.
I'd never resolved all the issues I had in my mind about Jimmy, I just set
them aside and let myself go with whatever happened.
	We gradually got used to spending time together.  Before I knew it
I'd memorized the way he smelled and tasted.  I knew what kind of movies he
liked and what his favorite foods were.  The nights I was alone I could
remember exactly the way his slim hips looked and how they felt against my
hands as he flexed and pumped above me.  In detail I could recall every
freckle on his body and its exact location.  In turn he amazed me with the
consideration he always took for my needs.  He seemed to remember my
favorite foods, complaining about the lack of meat, even as he went out of
his way to pick me up a veggie burrito or Thai food.  He knew so much about
me.  It was an easy transition into texting one another every day just to
say hi and make plans.
	About a month after that first weekend we were working in the yard.
I'd decided to install a gazebo and Jimmy was eager to help.  My backyard
looked like a layout for a landscape magazine with all the hard work we'd
put into it and I was really gratified by it.  It helped that Jimmy was
really good with suggestions from his background in architecture.  I would
look out at the yard and feel silly for how happy it made me.
	We'd gone to Home Depot for supplies after I rented a truck to
carry the stuff.  We had a list of what we needed and made short work of
getting everything.  When we got back to my place we unloaded and set about
arranging everything.  Jimmy was knowledgeable about building things so I
let him take the lead.  When we were ready to break for lunch we had the
frame for the gazebo up.
	Jimmy looked hot in just a pair of shorts and sneakers.  He had a
hammer wedged between his belt and his shorts, the pockets full of nails
and other tools.  He used his t-shirt to wipe sweat from his face as we
stood back to admire our handy-work.  He'd stopped wearing deodorant on the
weekends, knowing I liked his scent, and I could smell him from where I
stood.  My dick went hard just from his fresh-sweat musk and I sucked in
more air.  He turned to me and smiled.
	"It looks good!  I bet we can get it up today, sand and paint it
tomorrow."  I returned his smile, proud of us also.
	"Hell yeah.  I know you won't have a problem getting it up, Jimmy."
His sexy little smirk reappeared and he winked at me.
	"Something's getting up right now.  You wanna help me get it down?"
I nodded, my lips suddenly dry, as he turned to me.
	"Any time."  It came out cooler, less nervous, than I had thought
it would.
	"Any place?"  He turned so his body faced mine.  I could see the
sweat glistening on his smooth chest in the bright sunshine.
	"Sure."  That didn't come out cool at all, sort of a breathy moan.
	"Right here?  I wanna fuck you on the perfect fucking grass in this
place you've made me slave away at.  I wanna feel you take it in the middle
of your fucking pride and joy, Tony."  He advanced on me, storming into my
personal space, as he spoke.  He fumbled open my belt buckle without
looking away from my eyes and my shorts fell to my ankles.
	"What if someone sees us?"  I felt like such an idiot, in my mind I
was already on my knees for him, but I felt like I had to be responsible.
	"No one will see us.  The fence is too high.  We'll just have to
keep it down."  He was running the back of his hand over my abs, along the
line of hair there.  He took the waistband of my boxers and snapped them
against my stomach.
	I nodded, biting my lip.  His stare was so intense that I felt
trapped, rooted to the spot.  Suddenly he leaned forward, tilting his head,
and I knew he was going to kiss me.  I was in shock, bound to the earth
like a statue as his lips slowly met mine.  I can't even begin to describe
how intense it was.  The soft brush of his lips against mine, the firm
pressure of his tongue running along my upper lip unglued me.  I wrapped my
arms around his shoulders and his went around my waist as we pressed our
bodies close.  When I opened my lips his tongue pressed in and I moaned
loudly around it.
	We stood there making out hot and heavy under the blazing sun and
rubbed our crotches together.  His hands sank down to cup my ass and pull
me tighter against him.  I practically tried to climb up his slightly
taller frame as our lips met with bruising force.  Finally I had to breathe
and pulled away.  Uncertain of how he would react I waited for him to open
his eyes and look at me.
	"Fuck, I don't know why I never did that before."  His eyes opened
and he smiled at me.  "You're so fucking hot, Tony."  His lips met mine
again and he took control of the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth for
me to suck on it.  Pulling back he bit at my bottom lip playfully and
stopped kneading my ass muscles.  "I need to be inside you real bad, man."
	I stepped back and pushed my boxers down to step out of them and my
shorts.  Kneeling before him I pulled his shorts open and off along with
his underwear, working them over his sneakers.  When we were both wearing
just our shoes I swallowed his long hard cock.  I applied as much spit to
the velvety skin as I could work up.
	I barely worked the head past my tongue before he was pulling me
up.  He kissed me again and maneuvered us back into the open section of the
yard.  He pulled away and spun me around.  One hand landed on my hip as he
pressed into my back with the other.  I bent over for him easily and I
heard him spit a couple times.  I felt some land in the crack of my ass and
the hand on my back left as I felt him rubbing the head of his cock through
my crease.  He found my hole and thrust into me.  It burned, the stretch
making him feel bigger than ever.  I widened my stance, bracing my legs and
settling my hands on my bent knees.  His other hand found my hip and he
slowly slid in to the hilt.  God, it felt like two feet of cock and I
couldn't hold back the gasp when he bottomed out.
	Without any preliminaries he started fucking me.  The little bit of
spit for lube wasn't helping much and I couldn't relax enough to save
myself from all the pain.  He didn't seem to notice and pounded into me,
drawing his cock out until just the head was inside me.  I moaned and
panted through it, my dick full and the skin stretched tight.
	Using his grip on me he pulled me back into each thrust and I
didn't have any leverage to stop him.  My breathing accelerated as each
push into me forced all the air out of my lungs.  He pushed me right to the
edge and over.  I watched my dick shoot from between my legs onto the grass
and Jimmy roared, pushing into me one last time and holding there as I felt
him shoot deep inside me.
	He pressed his chest into my back and kissed my shoulder.  "Fuck.
Just fuck."  His voice was gravelly, fucked out.  His hot breath puffed
against my neck and back.  We remained there until we'd both calmed down
and he slowly withdrew his cock and cum ran down beneath my balls.
	I stood and popped the kinks out of my back, stretching into the
noon sunlight.  Usually I go comatose after a good fuck but this time I
felt invigorated, empowered.  I laughed up at the sky, turning to Jimmy,
and he took me in his arms.  His kiss was soft and sweet, just a brush of
lips before he ran his tongue in a line across my jaw to my ear.
	"I've got some stuff for sandwiches.  You hungry?"  I held his
thick biceps and leaned back slightly to look at him.
	"I could eat a horse.  Let's go."
       We finished the gazebo that weekend and Jimmy lost any inhibitions
about kissing me.  That night we fucked face to face.  Taking his time
Jimmy sawed in and out of me while we kissed.  I wrapped my legs around
him, hooking my ankles together over his lower back.  He pressed his
forearms into the bed beside my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around him,
holding him tight to me.  I encouraged him with soft groans against his
lips and used my ass to milk his cock.  The friction of our bodies on my
dick and the short deep thrusts finally set me off and I coated both our
stomachs in cum.  Jimmy didn't last much longer and erupted inside me.
	On Sunday afternoon we painted the gazebo.  Jimmy was telling me
some story about a confrontation between my ex, Mike, and one of the
foremen at the building he was working on.  He was doing a spot-on
imitation of Mike and I was cracking up.  When he imitated Mike yelling,
his hands waving in the air just like Mike, I lost it.  I dropped my
paintbrush and grabbed my stomach.  I laughed so hard it hurt.  Jimmy
laughed along with me until I could finally bring myself under control.  In
that moment I realized I was finally well over Mike.

       As the days and weeks passed I slowly came to the conclusion that I
was starting to have real feelings for Jimmy and I worried about it all the
time.  I felt like I had to say something to him soon.  His girlfriend was
due back from Europe in a couple weeks when everything changed.  As our
time grew shorter Jimmy spent more time at my house and I did everything I
could to persuade him into having sex with me more frequently. If we were
in the same room together I'd practically beg to suck his cock or get
fucked.  I was running out of ways to entice him, spending all my time at
home barely dressed.  But Jimmy was a young guy and always up for some fun.
	One Saturday night towards the end of summer we were playing
Scrabble on the back patio.  Jimmy was letting me win and I called him on
it.
	"I was just thinking that if you win it'd be a double bonus for me.
One, the game would end sooner and we could go to bed.  Two, if you win
you'd be happy and put out easier."  He killed me with his sexy little
smirk, the edge of his lips barely turning up.  I grinned back, easy to
please.
	"When have you ever known me to not be easy?  I even sucked your
cock in your parent's bathroom."  I made myself sound outraged.
	"Well, I guess it's not like I forced you.  I still can't believe
you let me talk you into it."
	"What was I supposed to do when you snuck in while I was peeing and
pulled your dick out?"  I loved flirting with Jimmy.
	"Luckily you know how to get me off quick, huh?"
	"I think that is something we both excel at."  We both laughed and
the game was forgotten.
	"You feeling tired?"
	"It's too early to go to bed."
	"I would agree but I want to fuck you and you always pass out
after."
	"Hmm, then I guess we'll have to spend a lot of time fucking so I
won't `pass out' too early."
	"Yeah, that sounds like a good plan."
	We stood in unison and Jimmy held out his hand to me.  I let him
lead me inside.  He turned to lock the back door and I made my way to the
foyer to secure the front door.  When all the lights were off we met in the
hallway to the bedroom.  Jimmy took my hand and pulled me to him.  Leaning
against the wall he cupped my face in both hands and pulled me into a
powerful kiss.  I ran my hands over his naked chest and played with his
nipples, making him moan.
	He pushed me back, grabbing onto my wrist with one hand as he bent
forward.  In one quick move he tucked his shoulder into my stomach, pulling
my arm behind him, and lifted me up.  I laughed as he strode into the
bedroom and dumped me onto the bed.  I bounced a few times and worked my
way into the middle of the mattress, tearing off my shorts and kicking my
sandals to the floor.
	Jimmy watched me and let his own shorts fall.  He stood there
watching me, stroking his hard cock, until I felt uncomfortable.
	"Come on, what are you waiting for?"  I patted the mattress beside
me.
	"I wanna try something."  He licked his lips and crawled onto the
bed in front of me.  His eyes cast down to my cock and I held my breath,
unbelieving.
	Inches from my hard dick I felt his breath ease out over my crotch.
He used one hand to pull my cock upright and his nostrils flared.  Fisting
my hands in the sheets I watched as he kissed my cockhead.  I felt his
tongue push just under the slit as his lips sunk lower and I thought I'd
cum.  He pulled off and lapped the head once before sucking me back into
his mouth.  A couple more inches disappeared and I had to grit my teeth as
he sucked harder.
	Just as I was about to warn him off, less than a minute into his
first time sucking cock, he pulled off.  "Fuck, Tony, I can't do this.  I'm
sorry."  I felt nervous and disappointed all at the same time.
	"It's okay, Jimmy."  I leaned up and pulled him onto me.  He kissed
me with relief and let his body relax against mine, cradled between my
legs.  His dick had gone soft, a first in my experience, and came back to
life as we made out.
	When he was rock hard again he pulled back and looked down at me.
His expression was almost sad when he said, "It was gross.  I thought maybe
I could do something for you, for once.  But it made me want to throw-up.
I'm really sorry, man."
	"Remember I told you to stop apologizing.  There's no need, Jimmy.
I've been having the best sex of my life, no one has ever made me cum like
you.  If that's all there is, well, it's more than enough."  I hoped he
couldn't see the disappointment in my eyes, even though I was mostly
telling the truth.
	"So maybe I can't suck your cock, but there is something I've had
lots of practice with... sort of."  He scooted down in the bed and rose to
his knees.  Grabbing my legs at the ankles he quickly pulled them up and
pushed them against my chest.  When my ass rose into the air he smiled, "I
can eat you out."  He slowly bent forward to study my hole.  I couldn't
help puckering for him.  "I've seen guys do it to girls in pornos.  Eat
their ass, I mean.  I know it's not pussy but how hard can it be."  His
eyes flew up to meet mine for a second and I nodded, unable to speak.  My
balls pulled up tight to my shaft.
	His first few licks were tentative, barely a flutter.  I'd showered
after our afternoon workout and, since our workout almost always finished
with sex, I'd washed his cum and lube out of my crack thoroughly.  I didn't
want there to be any distractions for him and hoped I was clean enough.
Apparently I was because he started to attack my hole with his lips and
tongue.  Before I knew it I felt his tongue worming its way into me.
	For a beginner Jimmy went at it with gusto.  He had me moaning and
writhing, holding my legs down firmly he kept me pinned to the bed.  Every
flick and caress of his tongue felt incredible against the sensitive walls
of my hole and chute.  My world shrank down to the feel of his lips and
tongue and the panting exhalations coming from his nose.  He paused to run
the stubble of his chin over my hole, making me shiver with how intense it
felt.  I realized I was begging him to fuck me without knowing it.
	After a few more minutes Jimmy pulled away.  He let my legs go and
fell onto the mattress beside me.  His mouth met mine, his slick with spit,
and I gasped against his open lips.  I was still trying to catch my breath.
Holding my head with one hand to keep me facing him he eased off my one
thigh he was laying on and rolled me onto my side.  I expected him to give
me his cock but I was surprised when the hand on my hip dipped into my ass.
I felt his finger gently pushing into me through the slickness of his
saliva.  A second finger joined it immediately and I couldn't help the weak
mewling sound that slipped out of my throat.
	As we kissed Jimmy worked three fingers into me and fucked me with
them.  By spreading his fingers and rotating his hand he kept me in
suspense with each new sensation.  He'd bunch them tight together and work
my hole in hard thrusts then he'd spread his fingers to stretch me wider as
he worked them in and out.  I thrust my ass back at his hand and I could
feel his lips curling against mine.  I was begging with every nonverbal
message I could send when he eased his smallest finger in alongside the
others.
	Releasing my head and our lips Jimmy reached back for the lube.  He
unhanded my ass and applied some to his fingers and his dick.  I didn't
move, waiting to see what would happen next.  His fingers found my open
hole and forced it to yield to all four at once.  He drove my ass with his
hand and I was only too willing.  By the time he was ready to plug his cock
into me I was more open than ever, ready and waiting.
	Jimmy pulled his fingers free and held his cock to slip just the
wide head of his cock inside my ring.  Releasing my mouth he studied my
face, his voice soft, he said, "This what you want?"  I could only nod yes
in response and pulled my kiss-swollen lower lip between my teeth.  He
fucked me with just the head and I pulled up my top leg with my hand to
offer more.  He continued to tease me, a grin growing on his face, as I
tried to push back.  He held the shaft still and wouldn't let me take more.
	"Tell me what you want, Tony."  It was maddening to know all that
dick was there waiting to be plunged inside me.
	"Fuck me, Jimmy.  I want you deep, you made me so hungry for it.
Give me that cock, man.  Stop being a tease."  First I couldn't talk and
now I couldn't stop.
	Jimmy let me swallow up his shaft and I moaned loudly in
satisfaction when his balls finally connected with my flesh.  My cock was
pressed tight against my belly, swollen with need, as he reached up and
caressed my chest with his slimy hand.
	He'd never been gentle with me, knowing from experience that the
harder and rougher he fucked me the more I liked it.  But this time was
different and Jimmy held me still as he slid slowly in and out of me.  He
made me feel every millimeter of his cock as he fucked me in long and lazy
strokes.  He'd pull my head around to kiss me for awhile then let me go to
close my eyes and enjoy the sensations.  He took me right to the edge of
orgasm then would stop and change the angle of his penetration.
	I couldn't cum just from getting fucked by Jimmy every time, but he
always tried to make it happen.  I had to be really turned on, not hard to
do around a stud like Jimmy, and he had to fuck my ass just right to get me
off without a helping hand.  I could feel him studying my reactions every
time we fucked until he knew just what to do.  I was always amazed that he
could bring me off with such amazing hands-free orgasms as often as he did.
If I touched my cock or even let it rub against the sheets this time I knew
I'd go off like a rocket.  I held back and waited, knowing instinctively
that this fuck was going to get better.
	It felt like he fucked me for hours like that.  Reaching the peak
and pausing to let us both calm down, taking his time to fuck me
thoroughly.  I know he had me right there, ready to burst, five or six
times before he got down to business.
	Jimmy finally stopped as we were both close to cumming.  He pushed
in deep and held his cock there.  Taking possession of my mouth he kissed
me hard while his dick throbbed inside me.  Minutes later he slowly drew
his cock from my clenched hole, hissing through his teeth.  He urged me
over to lay facing him.  We kissed and he held my hips away from his own.
I was voracious and kissed him until I tasted blood, gripping his strong
shoulder with my other hand buried under his side.  Pulling back I sighed
and rolled onto my back.  I stretched until my whole body was one taught
line of muscle.
	Jimmy rolled off the side of the bed, jumping up to stand beside
it.  His dick hung suspended in air, red and swollen so the skin of the
head was shiny and taught.  He had the lube and was pouring more of it
along his thick length.  As I finished stretching he waved his hand at me
impatiently, saying, "On your knees, over here.  Hang your ass over the
edge."  I complied quickly and crawled to the edge.
	When I was in position he grabbed my hips and pushed his dick to
rub in the split of my cheeks and groaned.  Pulling me back more he growled
out, "Spread your legs wider."  Again, I complied and spread until I could
feel the base of his shaft must be pressed against my entrance.  I arched
my back until my belly was low to the bed, perfect alignment.
	Holding both hips tight he pulled his pelvis back until the head of
his cock hit the crater of my hole and slammed into me.  I sucked in air
and a jet of pre-cum erupted from the head of my cock.  No more holding
back and Jimmy started to fuck me like a jackhammer.
	I could no longer support the weight of my upper body and collapsed
with my face buried in the sheets as I moaned and begged for "more",
"harder" and yelled "fuck me" over and over.  I was in a place out of time
as Jimmy dicked me good and drove me to orgasm.  I came so hard that the
fluid felt like a line of fire through my cock as it boiled out of me.  I
lifted my head and howled, something between a scream and a moan bursting
past my lips.
	Jimmy started to cum just an instant behind me and I felt his heavy
load spill into me, burning my abused hole.  His cum squeezed out of me as
he slammed his hips against mine and bellowed out my name.  My cock
continued to dribble out cum as he collapsed over me and we both fell to
the bed.  His breathing was harsh in my ear as he tried to kiss my sweaty
neck.
	"Fucking incredible, man..."  He paused to get more air, "... the
way you take my cock."  I groaned in agreement, utterly fucked out.  "You
okay?"  I nodded and turned my head to face him with a dopey smile.  "Yeah,
I make all my bitches cum," he laughed.  I chuckled, confused, and he
slowly straightened.  His dick was still pretty hard as he pulled out.
       He crawled to the center of the bed and pulled me to him.  He rolled
me in his arms so I was on my stomach next to him then he climbed on top of
me and used his hand to push his cock into me.  Wrapping me in a wrestler's
hold he thumped his hips gently against my ass.
       "That was so fucking hot.  Just thinking about it makes me wanna go
again."  He purred into my ear and I groaned, not sure if it was in
agreement or frustration.  I felt his dick twitch and rejuvenate inside me.
"Was it good for you, Tony?"
       "Yeah, it was good.  Shit, you're going to fuck me again."  I'd
meant it as a question but it came out as a statement of fact as I felt him
thrusting deep.
       "I have to.  You okay with round two?"  He didn't even pause and I
wouldn't have even known how to say no to him.
       "Yeah, go for it."  I bit my lips and tested my hole against his
cock.  Sore, but not too bad.
       "You're easier than Jen.  I have to give it to her like this."  He
used a short, deep stroke and pressed his dick to angle down towards my
stomach.  "Then I have to rub her clit at the same time."  He unwrapped one
arm from around my shoulder and pushed it under me to rub just behind my
balls.  "And only after I've fucked her for a long time.  Took me awhile to
figure it all out, but I can make her have multiple orgasms now."  My own
dick was doing the impossible and coming back to life.
       "You're liking that, huh?"  His face was right beside mine and his
deep voice made his chest rumble against my back.  "God, Tony, you can take
a fuck better than anyone.  I give it to you hard and you just beg for
more.  Think I can make you have multiple orgasms?"
       He put his hands on either side of me and pushed his torso up.  He
used his legs to spread mine wider and made to prove that he could.  He
pulled his body up slightly and jabbed against my prostate.  It hurt and
felt amazing at the same time.  My cock was hard, trapped between my body
and the sheets.
       He fucked me like that for awhile then flipped me onto my back.  He
pressed down on me, smothering me with his body, and I wrapped my arms and
legs around him.  He fucked me harder and his hips blurred with the speed
of his thrusting.  I cried out because the sensation was just short of too
much: too much pain and too much pleasure.
       My cock was jammed between us and the friction of our sweaty bodies
combined with the heavy ass pounding made me cum.  Not much came out and it
hurt, my balls ached with each dry contraction.  I went limp as Jimmy
rutted against me until he came moments later.
       When he pulled out I felt the mess of churned cum seeping out of me.
He rolled me onto my side and spooned up behind me.  For the first time he
passed out before I did.
       I woke up early the next morning and snuck out of bed.  I started
the coffee and stood at the sink waiting for it to finish.  I reviewed the
events of the previous night.  Everything sort of coalesced in my head.
Jimmy wasn't fucking me because he loved me.  We were buddies who happened
to fuck.  I had to wonder again what he was thinking.
       I went to the bathroom and pissed then used a wet washcloth to get
the dried cum and lube out of my ass that had me walking funny.  I took a
moment to look at myself in the big mirror over the sink.  My hair had
grown out since I'd refused to cut it after the "divorce" and was just past
the bottom of my ears.  It was still full and thick.  Physically I was in
better shape than ever with Jimmy motivating my workouts.  My abs were
still tight and visible.  My chest was well-defined under its matting of
dark hair.  My thighs, more pale than the rest of me, were thick and corded
with muscle.  I should be out enjoying myself, living up the single life.
       So why was I home playing "bitch" to some kid?  In retrospect I
could see that I'd ended things with Mike for all the wrong reasons.  It
had more to do with my wounded pride than the fact that he'd broken trust
with me.  Hearing Jimmy call me his bitch and getting me off like a woman
was stinging me now.  Suddenly I wanted to end things with him, but was it
for the wrong reasons again?  I was playing bitch for him, it had just
never bothered me before he called me on it.
       I went back into the kitchen where a naked Jimmy was helping himself
to some coffee.  He smiled and winked at me, taking a sip.  "This shit is
good.  I'll get you a cup."  I nodded and leaned against the counter while
he went to the fridge for some cream.  I watched him move, his body
beautiful in the soft morning light.
       "Last night was crazy," he handed me the cup of coffee.  "My balls
still hurt.  I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life."  I took a sip
and watched him cupping his cock and balls as he spoke.
       "I'm still feeling it myself."  He chuckled and stepped over to me,
resting his hand on my lower ass and squeezing.
       "I'll bet.  You liked it though, yeah?"  The uncertainty on his face
was uncharacteristic and gave me pause.
       "Yeah... it was intense."
       "Totally," I saw the relief wash over his face.  "Best fuck I've
ever had."  He pressed his soft cock against my thigh and set his coffee on
the counter beside me so he could put both hands on my ass and pull me away
from the counter.  He nuzzled his face against the side of my neck and
pressed his lips against me.
       "Best ever, huh?"  I was starting to get hard, as was he, but this
was the perfect opportunity.
       "Oh, yeah, man.  You've got the best ass on you."  He kissed me on
the lips and grinned, "Best mouth too."
       "Better than Jen?"  I saw the shock on his face as he stepped away.
       "What?"
       "You heard me, Jimmy."  I took a drink of the coffee to cover my own
sudden nervousness.  Three seconds ago I hadn't known where this was going
myself.
       "What the fuck do you want me to say, Tony?"  He was getting pissed.
       "I don't know.  I just can't understand how you can fuck me like
that, say shit like you just said and still be straight, Jimmy."  I knew
that I was pushing him away, taking control of this thing between us and I
hated myself for doing it.
       "I'm not gay, Tony."  I sighed and rolled my eyes as I waved a hand
between us, both naked and fresh from bed.  "Look, I love Jen.  I thought
that was clear between us.  If she was here now there wouldn't be anything
going on between you and me."
       "Sure, Jimmy.  Whatever you say, but I know who fucked me twice last
night, who had my dick in his mouth, who ate my ass and kissed me like he
was fucking starved for it.  It wasn't a straight guy."  The muscles in his
jaw tensed and I could tell he was really getting angry.
       "You know why I did all that?"  He stepped back into my personal
space, sneering at me.  "I like fucking you.  I get off on knowing that I
can make this big, macho-looking guy beg for my dick like a pussy.  It
turns me fucking ON that I can pound you out and you only beg for more.
You're like the ultimate slut for my cock.  I can fuck you as hard as I
want, when and where I want, and you always come back for more.  And yeah,
it turns me on that you're a guy because a real man wouldn't do that.  It
makes me feel like a fucking god, Tony."
       I felt sucker-punched and tried to move away from him.  He grabbed
my arm and pulled me back against him.  His cock was hard again.  The look
in his eyes was dangerous, too full of emotions for me to read.  He spun me
around, I was still disoriented from trying to process what he'd said, and
I let him.  When he tried to bend me over the counter I stiffened.  He
grabbed my hair in his fist and pressed his body against mine.  He growled
in my ear, "Tell me you don't want my cock in you."
       I shook his hold off and turned to meet him face to face.  He didn't
look contrite in the least, just pissed.  I backed up until the counter of
the island was at my back.  He matched each step, stalking me.  A shiver
raced down my spine and I was actually afraid for a second.
       "I don't hear you saying no, Tony."
       "No, then.  No, I don't want this."  He grabbed the decorative
bottle of oil as I spoke.  The same one he'd used as lube before.  He put
it on the counter beside me.  Stepping in close he rubbed his big cock
against my and put his hands on my ass.
       "Yeah, but say it like you mean it."  The really fucked up part of
this whole thing is that I did want him to fuck me.  I wanted him to
dominate and use me in a way he never had before.
       He used his hold on my ass to lift me onto the counter, filling the
space between my open thighs.  He picked up the oil and uncapped it.  He
poured it into his hand and rubbed it onto his cock as he put the bottle
back down.  He raised my legs and I had to lean back.  Placing my calves on
his shoulders he grabbed my hips and took a wide stance in front of me.
       Jimmy used one hand to push his cock down and put it in place.  He
rammed his cock into me to the hilt.  I cried out at the sharp pain but he
didn't pause or let up.  He just started fucking me, full out.  My dick had
been half hard but it went rigid now.
       I kept telling myself to yell, tell him to stop.  I didn't.  I took
his cock, biting back a moan at the way he filled me.  He fucked me in
long, fast strokes.  His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust as
he pounded into me harder and faster.  My toes curled, my legs straightened
against his body as he held me in place and fucked the hell out of me.  I
bit back every sound that wanted out of my mouth.  The only noise in the
kitchen was Jimmy's steady grunting and the hard slap of our bodies.
       It didn't take long and my body betrayed me, I came all over my
chest and stomach.  Jimmy wasn't done with me and fucked me hard through my
orgasm and harder still until he filled me with his cum minutes later.  As
soon as the last shudder rippled through his body he pulled his cock from
my hole and marched to the bedroom.  He left me laying there covered in my
own cum, his leaking out of me, as I heard the shower turn on.
       I eased myself off the cold tile.  I felt bruised and tired.  I
grabbed a handful of paper towels and cleaned the mess of cum and oil from
my ass crack, then off my chest and stomach.  I grabbed my coffee and sat
on one of the stools at the island, trying to figure out what the fuck had
just happened.

Thanks to everyone who has emailed me with encouragement.  It's much
appreciated.  There will be one more chapter to this story.