Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 00:16:46 -0300
From: Marcus Graham <eastcoasterotica@gmail.com>
Subject: The Kinky Drummer - Part 1

Hello guys! Haven't been writing lately but trying to get back into the
swing of things! Let me know what you think about this at
eastcoasterotica@gmail.com. I love to hear from you all, it makes writing
these worth it.

As always, if you're not old enough to be reading this or are offended by
depictions of kinky sex between consenting adults, please leave now! And
the sex in this story isn't safe because it's fiction, but always play safe
in real life!

	His arms were a blur of motion behind the drum kit as he completed
his final fill for the song. He flicked his head back afterwards to try and
get his sweaty hair unstuck from his forehead.

       "How was that one Terry?" He asked me from the recording booth,
taking his headphones off.

	"To me, it was fantastic. I'm not sure how you'll feel about it." I
laughed. "Want to hear it back?"

	"Yeah if you don't mind." He said, putting the phones back on. For
a kid his age, he sure had a good ear for music. And was quite the
perfectionist. I played him back the track and tried not to stare as he
closed his eyes and tapped his foot to the beat. He was quite handsome,
tall and lanky, well over 6 feet tall. He kept his brown hair long, down
past his shoulders (perfectly in style when you're the drummer in a metal
band). He had a thin chinstrap beard which framed his jawline, but his most
striking feature were his bright green eyes. He was wearing a pair of black
jeans and a black muscle shirt (that at one time must have been a t-shirt
he cropped himself) emblazoned with some illegible metal band name and a
picture of a snowy forest.

	His name was Brian, and I'd heard his band playing a few months ago
at one of the local bars. They had caught my ear (and my eye, they were all
handsome young men) and after the show I had offered to record them (at a
much lower rate than usual). I was pretty well known in the local music
scene, and they had jumped at the chance.

       A few years back I had inherited quite a bit of money from my
grandfather and decided to leave my job as an accountant and pursue my
dream of making music. While I hadn't become a world famous rock star yet,
I had set up a fantastic home studio in my basement, which made me enough
money to live rather comfortably.

       "I think that was good." He said, breaking my reverie.

       "You liked that one?"

       "I'm not a hundred percent on it myself, but I know nobody else
would even notice the missed bit in one of the fills." He laughed.

       "Well we can make it one hundred percent if you want Brian."

       He looked up at the clock on the wall. "Well, my time is almost up."

       "Psh, don't worry about it Brian. We'll make it the best we can."

       "I don't really have any more money on me." He said sheepishly.

       "When I said don't worry, I meant don't worry about the money or the
time." I smiled. "Trust me Brian, you guys are fantastic. I'll take the
time if I have to."

       "Are you sure?" He asked, concerned. That was another thing I liked
about them, they were good kids. I'd had a lot of douchebags come through
here, but these guys were genuine, and they accepted my suggestions most
times.

       "Of course."

       "Well, thanks." He said, blushing a little. "Weird question."

       "Go for it."

       "Do you mind if I take my shirt off?"

       I blinked a few times. "Not at all, does that help?"

       "Yeah usually when I'm practicing at home or playing a show I have
it off."

       "You had a shirt on when I saw you guys playing."

       "Yeah that bar wouldn't let us for some reason. Stupidest thing I
ever heard but whatever." He said, pulling the black shirt over his head. I
held my breath as his torso finally came into view. It was thin and toned
like his arms, a hairless chest with small pink nipples. A small trail of
hair went down his stomach into... a pair of satin boxers! Wow. Black with
red metallic lip prints on them. Not quite what I was expecting. He had a
silver chain around his neck with a small pendant on it, and a leather
bracelet around his right wrist.

       "Better?" I asked.

       "Much." He laughed, taking a drink from his bottle of water.

       Much better from my view too. "Ready?" I asked once his water was
back on the floor.

       "Yeah, let's give it another shot."



       We spent another hour until Brian was totally satisfied with it. I
was so into the song I almost forgot about the handsome, half-dressed boy
across the basement from me. He drained the last of his water and picked up
his discarded shirt to wipe the sheen of sweat from his brow and chest.

	Never thought I'd be jealous of a shirt.

	"God I'm ready to pass out." He laughed, coming out of the
recording booth, shirt in hand.

	"You did a great job."

	"Thanks." He said, smiling. "It's good to know somebody appreciates
it."

	"Does someone not?"

	"Oh, my parents. Forget I said anything." He seemed embarrassed.

	"Mine used to say the same thing. They were so happy when I gave up
the music degree and moved into finance instead. Want some advice from an
elder?"

	"You're not that much older than me." He laughed.

	"Flattery will get you everywhere young man, but I'm old enough to
be your father. And then some." I smirked. "My advice is to keep on with
this. You don't want to end up like I did, almost fifty and dreading going
back to that stupid office every day."

	"You're doing what you love now though."

	"And now I'm into my fifties." I chuckled.

	"Really? I had you pegged as early forties." He said, sitting down
on the couch behind me. I swirled my chair around to face him.

	"More flattery?" I laughed.

	"Truth." He said, his face innocent. I didn't think I looked that
young, I was in decent shape for my age but had a bit of a beer gut, my
hair was receding a little and starting to go gray, same with my beard.

	"Well thank you Brian. You can have another free hour sometime for
the compliments." We both laughed at that one.

	"To be honest I was thinking of taking music when I get to
university. I'm still not sure if I want to go that route or not. I've got
years of piano and guitar under my belt but no formal training."

	"You play piano too?"

	"Yeah, I've been debating working some into our songs here and
there. Synthy keyboards and straight up piano. The guys seem cool with it
but it's hard to play drums and piano at the same time at practice. And I
don't have the equipment at home to mess around myself."

	"Well you could always come here and do it."

	"Oh sorry, I wasn't trying to suggest that." He said, holding up
his hands.

	"Why not?" I laughed. "I've got the equipment and could maybe even
help you with a thing or two. I played keyboards in a few bands before."

	"Well, the minimum wage job kind of holds me back. Not that I don't
appreciate the offer."

	"Well I'm sure we could figure something out." Naughty thoughts ran
through my head but I held them back. "I've had some ideas rolling around
in my head for an album I want to do. It's mostly straight up
singer-songwriter stuff. Bit of folk, bit of rock, some blues, nothing
overly complicated. I was originally going to use a drum machine for the
drums, but if you'd be up for it..."

	"I would love to!" He exclaimed. "I'm always looking for new stuff
to try out. And something straight forward would be a nice change after
what I'm used to."

	"So how about for every hour you help me out with that I'll give
you a free hour of messing around time?"

	"And any extra time I need for the band."

	"That's just free time, don't worry about that Brian."

	"No I insist, you're running a business here. My mom is a small
business owner, I know how your time is your money."

	"Very honorable of you Brian. I have no choice but to accept. Shake
on it?"

	"Deal." He extended his hand, and we shook.

	"Well, it's getting a little late and I'm starving. Do you want to
grab a drink and some supper?" I asked. "I've got beer and burgers
upstairs."

	"Well, I don't know. I should probably get home." He looked up at
the clock.

	"A beer?" I suggested. "You do live a few blocks away, you're not
driving or anything."

	"Maybe one or two." He smiled. "I'm finally getting to see what's
behind that door." He meant the one leading up to my actual house.

	"Stairs, nothing exciting." I joked as I opened it. He followed me,
and I was pleased to see he had left his shirt downstairs on the couch.



	I gave him a quick tour of the downstairs while the burgers were
cooking. The living room he loved because of my vinyl collection and record
player (he said he might spend a few of his free hours up here listening to
records, I said those would be unbilled time). The kitchen he loved because
of the liquor cabinet. The dining room he loved because of the solid wood
furniture. He was pretty amazed at the whole thing.

	Soon we were sitting down to eat dinner (with our second beers) and
we stared to talk about the album I wanted to work on.

	"I've got probably 8 or 9 songs right now that are ready to be
fleshed out. I'm happy with the lyrics and have arrangements in my head,
but they're currently just me strumming chords and singing."

	"Do you have any demos or anything?"

	"No, but I should get some done up just so you can hear them and
maybe think on some beats."

	"How much creative control do I have with the drums?"

	"Well, nothing prog-metal like your band, but I'm pretty easy." The
beers were loosening my tongue a little apparently. I smirked to myself at
the double entendre.

	"Me too." He grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Do you need me for
other instruments or anything?"

	"I've got a pretty good handle on the guitars, bass and keyboards.
But I'm sure if there's something you want to do we can arrange it."

	"Excellent, I'd love to contribute what I can."

	"Can I hear some of the songs once we get the dishes cleared up?"

	"Brian, first off you're a guest, second I have a dishwasher."

	He blushed again, so cute. "Sorry, I just try to help out where I
can."

	"Not a problem, really. But yes, let's grab another beer and head
to the living room, I'll play you a song or two."



	"Wow Terry, those are amazing." His mouth was wide open as I put my
guitar back in its stand.

	"Thanks Brian."

	"What were the names?"

	"I don't have a name for the first one yet, the second one is
called `Night Sky'."

	"I've got some wheels turning in my head already."

	"What are you thinking?"

	"The first one you played should stay acoustic. I think at least.
Maybe a soft bit of drums, some bass for the last half in the background,
but mainly just you and the guitar."

	"I was thinking the same thing." Really, I was. It was kind of
eerie.

	"The second one I'm thinking it starts out with just piano, but the
chorus comes in with a full band, not heavy but thick. And stays that way
until the end, where we do a reprise of the last chorus with just the piano
again."

	"Wow, your wheels really were turning." I was pretty impressed.

	"Give me a few more minutes and I'll probably have more, I'll have
to process a bit."

	"Well I have to hit the bathroom, so you'll have a minute or two."
I stood up to head down to the bathroom. My head was conflicted, Brian was
pretty good at what he did musically, so much so that I sometimes forgot
that he was shirtless, gorgeous and wearing some rather sexy underwear. The
ache in my stomach (and sometimes in my crotch) kept me coming back to that
though. As I pissed, I thought of a few more naughty things to say to him
when I got back.

	When I got back I got another shock. He was strumming my guitar (I
didn't care, that wasn't the shock) but he was playing the chords for Night
Sky, and softly singing some harmony vocals to himself. His eyes were
closed as he concentrated. I stood in the doorway and watched as he ran
through the chorus time and time again, trying out different harmonies and
melodies.

	Eventually he say back and opened his eyes. "Oh shit Terry!" He
exclaimed. "I didn't hear you come back, how long have you been there?"

	"About five minutes now Brian. That was amazing!"

	"What?"

	"You heard me play a song once, and you memorized the chords and
are already trying to come up with harmonies. Up until now I didn't even
know you sang."

	He blushed, god I loved making him blush. "Well, I don't have a
good voice for metal."

	"That's fine, we aren't playing metal." I sat back down across from
him. "How about you sing some backup on the album?"

	"You mean it?"

	"Damn right I do!"

	"If you'd like, sure thing."

	"I insist. Oh, and one more condition I want to add to our
agreement." I said.

	"Oh?"

	"No shirt on while you record drums." I grinned at him.

	He burst out laughing at that one. "I'll agree on one condition."

	"What's that?"

	He leaned in towards me. "You have to take yours off while you
sing."

	"Oh nobody needs to see that Brian." I waved my hand.

	"Give yourself more credit Terry, there are plenty of people out
there who would think you're very handsome." I did get a lot of attention
on hook up sites and apps, but it was tough to find people who shared my
interest in kink.

	"I'll take your word for it."

	"But yes, I'll leave the shirt on the couch while we're recording."

	"Does it help with piano and guitar too?"

	"Never tried it, we'll have to see." He strummed a few chords and
started singing something. It was beautiful, a song about secret love,
having your heart broken and trying to move on. When he was done, it was my
turn to stare at him with my mouth open.

	"Is that something you wrote?" I asked.

	"Yeah, I usually play it on piano but guitar works too."

	"That was beautiful Brian."

	A small blush crept into his cheeks. "Thanks, I don't usually sing
for people. I think the beers helped with that one."

	"I want to record that."

	"Right now?"

	"No, but sometime. Maybe even put it on the album."

	"Whoa, I don't want to interfere with your plan."

	"Not interfering at all. If we change it to a collaboration, even
better!"

	"That might work." He said sheepishly.

	"It will work Brian. Geez, you don't seem old enough to have gone
through something like that."

	"Oh it was a pretty nasty breakup that inspired that one."

	"What caused it? If you don't mind my asking."

	"His wife." He blurted out, then went pale.

	"What?"

	"I mean... uh..." He stammered a bit.

	"His wife?"

	"Yeah... I guess that secret is out of the bag now." He looked
nervous.

	"Oh that doesn't bother me Brian. But this sounds like quite the
story."

	"You mean that?"

	"Of course I mean it, it's not the 1950's anymore. Gay people are
everywhere. They play drums, they run for office, they're cops, they run
recording studios..." I trailed off, and saw recognition dawn in his eye.

	"You mean, you're gay too?"

	"Queer as a three dollar bill." I laughed.

	"I had no idea!" He exclaimed.

	"I tend not to announce it to clients because I'm never sure how
it's going to be taken."

	"I hear you there."

	"So... guy with wife?"

	"Oh. Well, he was a closet case as you can probably guess. Local
politician, very closeted."

	"Politician? Who?"

	"I could tell you, but he's still in the closet."

	"Okay, fine, I'll give up on that for now."

	"Well, things started off fine. We met online and hooked up a
couple of times at a hotel downtown."

	"Did you know he was married?"

	"Yeah, I'd seen him campaigning with his wife on TV before, and he
told me straight up. I didn't mind because I thought he was gorgeous and we
were into the same kind of stuff." Stuff? What sort of stuff, I
wondered. "After a few weeks he invited me back to his place because the
wife was out of town. We spent the whole weekend together, not just in bed,
but just hanging out watching TV, playing music together, going out for
dinner."

	"And you hit it off?"

	"Amazingly. Soon he was showering me with gifts. New clothes, new
cell phone, new this, new that. He would pick me up in his fancy car, we'd
get dressed up and go to a nice restaurant, then head back to his place or
a hotel for some wild times. I'm a poor student remember, getting clothes
and dinners was great."

	"But things went bad?"

	"Well, he kept telling me how he loved me and how he wanted to
leave his wife but couldn't until after the next election. I ate it up and
thought we really had something. So the next time we went out for dinner on
the way home he was trying to get me to do stuff on the drive and I told
him I wasn't really feeling horny that day, would he mind if we just hung
out? He said it was fine."

	"When we got back to his place he was pawing and groping at me
again. I kept telling him no, I wasn't feeling it. Next thing I know he
slaps me across the face and tells me that I'm his whore and I had damn
well better do what I'm told." He laughed ruefully. "I guess I was the
entire time, but I had sort of blinded myself to it."

	"Jesus Christ Brian."

	"I know. I felt like such an idiot, I was just standing there
holding my cheek and looking at him yelling. And he had called me a whore
plenty of times before, but in more of a sexual way, you know." He stopped
and blushed again.

	"Don't worry Brian, it's the beer." I laughed.

	"I can't believe I told you that. Anyway, he told me I had better
get to work sucking his cock or I was never going to see him again." He
stopped for a swig of beer. "So I punched him in the face."

	I thought I was going to hurt myself I was laughing so hard. "Bet
he didn't see that coming."

	"No." Brian laughed along. "I told him that if he ever talked to me
again I would have his name in the papers faster than he could blink. I
knew the layout of his house, I knew where the birthmark on his thigh was,
I knew where is wife's lingerie collection was, since I'd worn half of it-"
He stopped himself again.

	"Wow!" So the kid was into some kink! Lingerie, being called a
whore. The ache in my crotch was turning into a dull throb.

	"I really can't believe I said that. I'm so sorry Terry."

	"You don't be gay for as long as I have been and not encounter some
kink Brian, don't worry."

	"At any rate I threatened to ruin him and went to leave. He was
sitting on the ground holding his face and told me that there was five
hundred dollars in his wallet, I should take that and forget about the
whole thing."

	"Wow, that's disgusting."

	"The really sad part? I was tempted to take it. Five hundred bucks
is five hundred bucks. In the end my common sense prevailed. I left his
money, I left him and haven't talked to him since."

	"So wait a second, how long ago was this?"

	"Last summer."

	"So I know you didn't want to say who it was, but last summer there
was a city councilman with a black eye in the news..." I trailed off. I
knew from the blush I had guessed it.

	"Well, I won't say any names but yeah..."

	"He said he got hit with a golf club or something?" I laughed.

	"Yeah and all the gossip magazines suggested his wife caught him
with a younger woman and socked him. Closer to the truth than they realized
I guess."

	"That's hilarious. Probably wasn't for you at the time but looking
back..."

	"Yeah it's pretty funny now. I guess at the time I was just swept
up in the romance and sex. He really did make me feel special, I thought it
was because he really cared for me but it was just for sex in the end."  He
sighed. "Well, that was pretty heavy."

	"Yeah, need another drink?"

	"Yes please. And maybe some air." He said, standing up.

	"Mind if I join you? We can go out on the back deck."

	"Not at all." I showed him out through the kitchen (grabbing us
both another beer) to the back deck.

	"Oh seriously?" He said, looking across the deck at my hot tub.

	"Yeah, I didn't mention that?" I grinned.

	"Can I trade hours as a session drummer for hours in that?" He
laughed.

	"I'll let you have those for free, don't worry."

	"You're a damn good guy Terry."

	"Thanks Brian, you're a damn good kid."

	Brian sat on the bench that ran around the deck while I stood
beside him. "You say I'm a good kid after hearing about my kinky affair
with a married man?"

	"Hey, even good kids have a kinky streak." I grinned. "So I guess
that leather collar you were wearing the first week wasn't just for the
heavy metal look?"

	He blushed again. "Caught me there."

	"Did your uh.. married friend get you that?"

	"Not that one, but he did get me a bunch of stuff. I should have
thrown it out but leather is so expensive." He said sheepishly.

	"They were gifts, keep them. And leather is expensive."

	"You have some?" He looked up at me. I sat down beside him.

	"I have quite a bit Brian."

	"Wow." He said quietly. "You didn't strike me as the type."

	"Well I wouldn't have pegged you for the lingerie wearing
submissive type either."

	"Well he was a big fan of silk and satin type stuff."

	"Looks like you are too." I said, gesturing towards his exposed
boxers.

	"Yeah." He chuckled. "I sort of inherited that."

	"It's a very hot fetish to have." I decided to take a chance
here. "Trust me." I pulled up my shirt a little and pulled the waistband of
my boxers up out of my jeans, they were grey silk with a black paisley
pattern on them.

	"Oh wow, those are hot." He said under his breath.

	"Thanks Brian."

	"They look like real silk. Can I feel them?" He asked, looking at
me.

	"Only if I can feel yours too." I said, holding up my shirt
again. He reached over and pinched the waistband between his fingers, and
let out a soft sigh.

	"Those are great. I haven't had a pair that nice in a while."

	"You didn't get to keep any from your friend?"

	"We left most of them at his place."

	"Those ones are pretty nice though." I said, boldly reaching over
and rubbing the top of them. "Hard to tell with those jeans on though."

	We made eye contact. I could tell there were a million thoughts
running through his mind. He didn't say anything, he just stood up and
undid his belt. I smiled as his baggy jeans slid down over his silky
boxers, hitting the deck as his cock sprung up in them. I reached up and
cupped the tented satin, making him groan with pleasure.

	"They feel even better now." I said, massaging his crotch. His cock
was impressive, probably seven inches or so. His boxers slid back and forth
over it, and I could feel a wet spot forming at the tip of his dick.

	"Feels better to me too." He laughed nervously.

	 I stood up and wrapped my arms around his slim waist, pulling him
close to me. He gasped as he felt my stiff cock pressing up through my
pants against his. I didn't give him time to react, I dove in towards his
face and pressed my lips to his. He squirmed with delight as my tongue
slipped past his lips, wrestling with his tongue inside of his mouth. My
hands slid down his bare back, cupping his muscular ass through the hot
satin. I thanked god none of the neighbors could see my back deck.

	His arms moved up under the back of my shirt, and he moaned as I
slid my tongue deeper down his throat. I pushed him backwards, up against
the glass door leading back inside. I took his wrists, pinning them up
above his head. I pulled my tongue from his mouth, licking up his cheek to
his ear, making him shudder and groan. I slid it down to his neck, tickling
the side of his neck, tasting the sweat from his drumming earlier.

	He exhaled slowly as I traced my tongue down to his nipple, licking
and nibbling at the hard pink flesh. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, and
he squirmed harder, gasping with each bite on his nipple. I moved back to
his mouth, driving my tongue in between his lips again, savouring the taste
of his young mouth.

	"Why don't we head inside son?" I whispered in his ear. "I can show
you that leather collection we were talking about earlier."

	"I would love that daddy." He whispered urgently.

	"I can tell." I said, giving his hard cock another squeeze. His
boxers were past damp now, they were wet. They'd even left a small spot on
my pants from grinding against me. I didn't mind.

	I slid the glass doors open, taking him by the hand and leading him
inside. He wiped his hair back off of his forehead, it was pretty
sexy. "Come on upstairs son." I said, putting my hand on his back and
leading him up the stairs. Of course, by the time we were at the top it was
fondling his ass again. I couldn't help it, it was a gorgeous ass. It had
been hard to tell under those baggy jeans but the slinky satin showed off
every curve.

	I showed him into my bedroom, where he stood nervously in the
middle of the room, looking around. The room was pretty dark, there were no
streetlights outside the window, and the only illumination we had was from
the hallway light behind me. "Everything okay boy?"

	"Just a little overwhelmed." He said sheepishly, taking his
necklace and bracelet off.

	"No need to worry boy." I pulled him close again, nibbling on his
earlobe. He gasped as my hands moved down underneath of his boxers now,
groping at his bare ass. The cheeks were smooth, just as I'd imagined. "How
far can I go boy?"

	"As far as you want sir." He said without hesitation.

	"I always use a safe word and gesture, in case you somehow end up
gagged." I chuckled under my breath.

	"Give me them Sir, but I'm pretty sure I won't use them."

	I told him what to do, my hand still groping his ass. "I know you
have a kinky streak a mile long now boy, let's see how far we can take
this." I took my free hand and twisted his nipple, he winced and doubled
over slightly, but straightened back up in a hurry.

	I guided him over towards my dresser, and opened up the top
drawer. I reached inside and watched his eyes widen as I pulled out a
leather collar and leash. "Understand what this represents boy?"

	"Yes daddy." He said, his hands behind his back, his cock standing
up proudly in his boxers.

	"I put this on you, you're my boy."

	"I'm already your boy Sir." He smiled at me. I reached up and
fastened the collar around his neck, making sure to not catch his hair in
it. I reached back into the drawer, grabbing a pair of leather cuffs.

	"Hands behind your back son." I ordered him. He complied quickly,
and I fastened the cuffs onto his wrists then secured them together. I
peeled my shirt up over my head, his eyes drinking in my hairy torso.

	"Wow." He said under his breath.

	"You like so far boy?"

	"Yes sir!" He said eagerly, still eyeing my chest. I undid my belt,
and his eyes flew down to my pants. I grinned as I undid the belt, then
unzipped my pants. He actually licked his lips as I unbuttoned my pants,
exposing the boxers he'd been feeling up earlier. My cock was just as hard
as his was, tenting up the silk. My cock was around 8 inches, and thick, it
was tightly packed into the boxers.

	"Oh my god." He whispered as I grabbed at it through my boxers.

	"Keep drooling over that daddy cock boy, you'll be swallowing it
soon enough."

	"I can't wait sir." He said with longing.

       "One last piece..." I reached into the drawer, taking out a leather
blindfold. It seemed like a shame to cover up such gorgeous eyes, but I
wanted to give him the full experience. He held his head up high as I
covered up his vision, letting out a long breath once the blindfold was
secure.

	I reached over with both hands, quickly twisting both nipples at
once. He hissed and doubled over, but again straightened up quickly, my
hands still pawing at his sensitive nipples.

	"Come on boy." I growled. "I know you can take more than that." I
said, giving his nipples another twist. He bit his lip but didn't double
over this time, his body shuddered with each twist though. I let go of
them, circling around behind him. He stood there as I took a few minutes to
just admire his body. I reared back and gave his ass a hard spank, making
him yelp. Just one though, to keep him on his toes.

	"Come here boy." I said, grabbing the leash and leading him over to
the edge of the bed. "On your knees." He obeyed, kneeling in front of my
bed. I sat down in front of him, taking his head and bringing it down to my
tented boxers.

	"Sniff them boy, no mouth yet."

	He moaned as if wounded, but brought his face up to my crotch and
sniffed. "You can rub your face on it boy, I know how you live for daddy
cock."

	"I need it bad daddy." He moaned.

	I grabbed a handful of his hair, grinding my crotch against his
face. He moaned, his body shaking with desire. "Beg for it boy." I
grunted. "Beg for it like the bitch you are."

	"Please daddy, feed me your cock." He said, his lips rubbing
against it. "I need to feel that beautiful cock down my throat."

	"Come on faggot, I don't believe you yet."

	"Stuff that cock down my throat daddy. I want to be your little
cocksucking whore." I loved hearing the filth spill from his mouth. And
after that I was more than happy to oblige. I undid the button that was
barely holding my cock inside my boxers, and it shot out, hitting Brian's
cheek and leaving a trail of precum from my foreskin on his cheek.

	He let out a noise halfway between a moan and a whimper as I guided
my cock to his lips. "Swallow that fucker boy, take it all."

	He surprised me by taking almost all of it at once, then managing
to get it all down his throat. I looked down to see his blindfolded face
buried in my crotch, pubes sticking out from the fly of my boxers tickling
his nose. I pulled on his hair hard and started to guide his rhythm, his
head bobbing up and down on my cock slowly at first, then faster, then
wildly. He kept up with it all like a pro.

	He gasped for air a few times, but kept on sucking. His tongue
swirled up and down my shaft and inside of my foreskin. It was a fantastic
blowjob, I couldn't help but wonder how much better it would be if he could
use his hands. From the sounds of his moaning (and the ever present tent in
his shorts) he seemed to be loving it, especially when I would bury my cock
deep into his throat and leave it there.

	I grabbed his arm and stood him up, ordering him to lay down on the
bed. He laid down on his back with head leaning back over the mattress,
exactly where I wanted him. His mouth was already open, spit and precum
glistening around his lips.

	"Ready to get your throat properly fucked boy?"

	"Uh huh sir." He said breathlessly. I lined my cock up with his
open mouth, rubbing it over his lips. "Please sir!" He begged as I teased
him. "Shove that cock down in my mouth!"

	"Yeah, beg for it faggot." I growled.

	"I need my mouth fucked daddy." He cooed.

	"Oh yeah?"

	"Rough."

	"How rough boy?"

	"Fucking grab my head and rape my throat." He demanded.

	"Whatever you say son." I stopped rubbing my dick on his lips, and
shoved it into his throat. He almost screamed, the noise muffled by my
cock, but within seconds his tongue was back to work. He was grunting and
groaning again with each thrust, his cock standing straight up in his
shorts. Even in the dim light from the hallway I could see they were soaked
now.

	I bucked my hips frantically, watching my cock slide in and out of
his mouth. The only sounds were the slick wetness of cock and mouth, and my
groans. "Daddy loves fucking your dirty faggot mouth boy." I grunted. "Only
you know exactly how to please daddy."

	He moaned appreciatively. I reached over and grabbed a hold of his
wet boxers, feeling his cock throb inside of them. His back arched as I
stroked him through the satin.

	"Feels like you're enjoying this just as much as I am boy." I said,
reaching inside of his boxers and feeling his bare cock for the first
time. His pubes were trimmed down, and god it was wet in there.

	"Uncut, just like your daddy." I chuckled as I slipped my finger
inside of his foreskin. His moans reached a higher pitch as I slid it
around his engorged head. I stopped playing with him, and pulled my cock
free of his mouth. He took great gulping breaths of air. I tucked my cock
back inside my boxers.

	"Thank you sir." He panted. I bent down and kissed him again,
savouring the taste of my cock in his mouth. I reached down and tweaked his
nipples a bit as our tongues wrestled. I got up again, moving him so he was
laying normally on the bed.

	"Just a moment son. Daddy has something he needs to grab." I went
back over to the drawer, and grabbed an extra set of restraints, which I
attached to the posts on my bed. I reached underneath of him and unfastened
his arm cuffs, quickly attaching them to the bed posts. He tentatively
moved his arms, and realized his new situation. A smile broke out on his
face.

	"Comfortable son?" I asked, rubbing his still tented boxers.

	"Yes daddy." He whimpered. "I'm so horny though. I can't wait to
cum."

	"If daddy lets you cum." I said, giving his cock a hard squeeze.

	"Yes sir!"

	I reached up the leg of his boxers and played with his balls a
bit. They were a decent size, and a little hairy. "Feels like you've got a
nice fucking load in them though son."

	"You have that effect on me daddy."

	I traced a finger down through his crack. He made a noise of pure
lust as my fingers parted his crack and found his hole. My fingers, already
damp from being inside of his boxers, slid inside of him easily. He
whimpered as my two fingers slowly probed up inside of him.

	I moved to lay down beside him, leaving my fingers inside. "Tight
cunt you have there boy." I hissed in his ear.

	"I'm sure it won't be once that monster cock of yours is done with
me daddy."

	"I don't even know if you'll be able to take it."

	"Don't worry, make me take it." He said passionately.

	"Mmm. Very good answer boy." I said, kissing him again. I used my
free hand to wipe the sweaty hair that was plastered to his forehead
away. My fingers left his ass and moved back up to his cock, which I pulled
free of the leg of his boxers.

	It was a beautiful cock. Covered in precum, my hand slid up and
down it easily. Enough foreskin to cover the head completely even when he
was hard. Exactly like his daddy.

	"Oh daddy." He whispered as I stroked him. "I might cum soon."

	"Daddy had better stop then." I chuckled, tucking his cock back
inside. "Daddy doesn't want you blowing your load yet."

	"Yes sir." He said, not a hint of disappointment in his voice.

	I moved down between his legs, putting them up in the air and
holding them there. I rubbed his ass cheeks before giving them a few quick
spanks. Followed by a few harder spanks. "Like it when daddy beats your
ass?"

	"Yes sir!" He said enthusiastically, arching his back to give me a
better angle at his backside. I loved the feel of my hand slapping against
the warm satin. I spent a few more minutes spanking him before finally
pulling his shorts down and off, gazing at his mostly nude form. His ass
cheeks were pink from the spanking I'd given him, and his crotch was
glistening with precum. The rest of his body had a thin sheen of sweat on
it.

	"These boxers are soaked son." I said, rubbing them on his chest,
leaving a trail of precum. I put his legs up over my shoulders.

	"I'm ready for you daddy." He said, panting again.

	"I think you've been ready for a while." I said, rubbing his
ass. My thumb stroked his hole as I reached over to the bedside table for
some lube. I got a bit on my fingers and worked it into his hole, his legs
twitching and breath catching with each movement.

	"Please daddy..." He begged in a quiet voice as I pulled my cock
back out and lubed myself up.

	"Soon enough boy." I grinned, putting his legs up over my shoulders
again. I leaned over him, putting his ass up in the air, his knees
practically touching his shoulders. I leaned down further and kissed him
voraciously, sliding my cock inside of him at the same time.

	This time he did scream.

	"Oh my god." I groaned, feeling his tight sphincter envelop my
shaft.

	"Oh! Oh!" He cried as I buried it to my balls. "Holy fuck daddy."
His arms flailed uselessly against the restraints as his tiny hole
stretched to accommodate my rod. "Oh my god!" He cried out as I got the
last inch inside, making my cock throb to fill him up completely. "Kiss me
daddy!" He practically shouted.

	I had no choice but to oblige as I started to thrust my hips. "Uh!
Oh! Fuck!" He grunted with each stab, when my mouth wasn't covering his of
course. "Daddy! Fucking tear my hole apart! Yes!" He moaned into my ear,
our sweaty bodies pressing together.

	"Yeah take it you faggot. Take it like the little fucking cunt you
are."

	"I'm your cunt daddy. Do whatever you want to me." He implored.

	"Oh fuck!" I roared, thrusting even harder into his hole. I lost
myself in the frenzy, soon we weren't even talking, just making noises of
animalistic pleasure as I took what I needed from his body. I'm still not
sure how much time passed, but I soon felt a massive explosion building up
in my balls.

	"You ready for daddy's cum?" I whispered, my sweaty forehead
pressed against his.

	"Oh god yes." He panted.

	"Where?"

	"All over me daddy." He begged. "My face, my chest, fuck!"

	"You've got it baby." I withdrew myself from his hole, his body
shuddering as I left him. I jerked my cock for a few more seconds, looking
down at the incredible scene below me. The bound boy, his arms secured to
my bed, his body covered in sweat and precum, his cock which hadn't gone
soft since I'd been groping him on my porch some time ago.

	White flashed before my eyes, and I let out a guttural yell.

	"Yes daddy! Fuck! Oh my god!" Was all I heard as my cock
exploded. The first shot sailed clean past him, splattering against the
pillows behind his head. The next one caught him square in the face,
dripping down his nose and into his mouth. The next one landed in his mouth
and chin. I was still screaming as the next shot ripped from my cock,
landing on his chest and stomach. Finally I squeezed out the few last drops
on his hairy balls, and collapsed next to him, my lips desperately seeking
his.

	"Daddy..." He moaned before I kissed him, my jizz smearing between
our mouths, shoving some of it inside of his waiting mouth with my
tongue. He sucked my tongue clean, then licked all around his mouth to try
and get more. I took my fingers and gathered some from his cheek and nose,
feeding it to him. He slurped and licked my fingers clean, then begged for
more.

	I fed him most of the cum that had splattered on his body, then
started to lick his neck again. He yelped and jumped, the restraints
shaking the bed.

	"Sensitive son?" I asked with a laugh.

	"My neck is very sensitive daddy." He whispered, twitching with
each stroke of my tongue. I moved over so I was between his legs again, my
arms wrapped around his waist.

	"Daddy is going to do something special for you son." I said,
reaching up and removing the blindfold. He blinked furiously, trying to
adjust to the light, even though it was still dim. "Daddy doesn't do this
for every boy, just his special ones."

	"Thank you daddy." He said. "It's great to see you again."

	"That's not the present." I smirked.

	"What is?" He asked.

	"This." I said, engulfing his cock in my mouth. If I thought he had
screamed loud when I fucked him, this was a whole new level.

	"Oh daddy! Fuck! Oh Jesus! FUCK!"

	I was giving him the best blowjob I could. One hand was gripping
his shaft while the other one played with his balls. I had his foreskin
pulled down over his head, making sure he was getting the most pleasure out
of my lips, tongue and occasionally teeth. It wasn't long before I felt his
body tensing up.

	"I'm going to cum daddy!" He cried.

	I didn't stop. I moved one hand from his balls to his still slick
hole, and started to finger fuck him. His moaning and screaming stopped,
and he was silent. His cock exploded into my mouth, huge spurts of
delicious boy jizz. I groaned with delight and sucked harder, sucking shot
after shot out of his balls. My fingers were still inside of him, stroking
his insides as I drained him. I could feel his hole squeeze on them with
every shot.

	"Oh my god." He panted over and over again, his head lolling to the
side. "That was an amazing present daddy." He could barely breathe from the
sounds of things.

	"It's not over yet." I said, still rolling my tongue lazily around
his cock head.

	"What?" He looked down, trying to focus. I pulled my boxers down
and off, and put them over his head, the damp crotch over his nose and
mouth.

	"How's that baby?" I asked, rubbing them over his face.

	"Amazing." He said quietly.

	"Good, it's time for you to cum again."

	"What?" He asked, panicked.

	I went back down to his cock, which was still totally hard, and put
it back in my mouth, sucking even harder than before. He was completely
silent this time, aside from panting and weak whimpers. I knew I'd broken
him totally, he was my boy now.

	It wasn't long again before I felt the familiar tightening of his
body. "Daddy.." He croaked weakly, and his legs started to twitch. I
slipped my fingers back inside of his hole for load number two, but didn't
let it go in my mouth. When I felt him starting to cum I pulled back,
jerking it out of him with my hand.

	For a second load, it had some distance. The first shot actually
his the boxers that were over his face, much to my delight. The next shot
was weaker, landing on his stomach. The restraints on his wrist were
stretched tight as his arms desperately tried to claw out for something to
grab onto. The last remnants of his load trickled out of his cock, and his
body flopped down onto the mattress.

	I pulled the boxers from his head and wiped his chest and stomach
off with them, tossing them onto the ground. He was still panting, his eyes
closed. I reached over and freed his wrists, taking the cuffs off of
him. Before I could get to the collar, his arms were around my chest, and
his head was on my shoulder.

	"Thank you sir." He whispered. "That was amazing."

	"I'm glad you liked it boy." I whispered back, running my fingers
through his hair. The last boy I'd had here didn't like to cuddle at all,
ten seconds after he shot his load he'd be in the shower. Looks like I
didn't have to worry about that with Brian.

	"I hope I pleased you sir."

	"You did, oh my god did you ever." I laughed.

	"And this might be forward of me, but I really hope you'll have me
back to do it again."

	That time I burst out laughing. "I'll have you over every night if
we can do that."

	"Sounds like a plan sir." He chuckled, looking up at me. "In all
seriousness Terry, that was great."

	"It was Brian, it was." I leaned down to kiss him again, this time
taking it slow. His tongue worked its way into my mouth that time, not that
I minded. Soon we were just lying there, his head on my chest, my arms
holding him close to me.

	After probably twenty minutes of holding him in my arms, I felt him
stirring.

	"I should probably get going, it's almost two am." He said,
yawning.

	"What? I thought it was like eleven, didn't we come upstairs at
nine?" I asked.

	"We did, we were just busy for a few hours." He leaned on his elbow
and winked at me. God it was sexy. "Time flies when you're having fun."

	"Do you want to grab a shower before you go?" I asked.

	"Only if you join me." He winked again.

	"How can I refuse?" I laughed, following his nude ass to the
bathroom.

	We got into the shower, and I had every intention of keeping it
(mostly) platonic. The second the water came on though, Brian grabbed my
washcloth and the soap. "Let me daddy." He said, lathering up the cloth. He
rubbed it slowly over my chest, his eyes transfixed to my body. He slowly
rubbed the cloth over my torso, over my shoulders, arms and then my
stomach. I turned around and let him get my back.

	"You're so handsome daddy." He said as I turned around. He sank
down to his knees. "Thank you for letting me do this, it's a big fantasy of
mine?"

	"Cleaning up your daddy?"

	"Sort of." He ran the cloth up my legs, starting with my feet and
working his way up. Jesus, he was hard again! "I love the idea of serving
you every way. Cleaning you, cooking for you, giving you massages when you
want, and..." The warm, soapy cloth finally touched my cock. "Taking care
of whatever else you would like."

	"You want to be my servant and sex slave?" I asked.

	"Yes sir. Complete subservience." He worked the cloth down around
my balls, soaping up my crack. His gaze was almost worshipful as he rinsed
off the cloth, and started to rinse the soap from me.

	"That can be arranged son."

	"I hope so daddy." He said, standing up again so he could clean my
upper body off. His body was soaked, his hair slicked back from his face
now. "You know, we do have another recording session booked tomorrow
night..."

	"That's right." I smiled as he cleaned the last of the soap off of
me. "Maybe you can stay afterwards to work on my project?"

	"I'm not sure if you mean actually work on it, or just let you tie
me up and have your way with me. Either way it's a yes." He blushed.

	"Clean yourself up son, I want to watch." I said, leaning back
against the warm tiles.

	"Yes sir." He was agonizingly slow about it, putting on a great
show. Soon his entire body was covered in suds, his cock standing proudly
up against the stream of water.

	"Think you could cum again boy?" I asked.

	"With daddy here watching me? Of course." His hand slid down his
soapy stomach and grabbed his cock.

	"What if daddy helped?" I asked, coming towards him.

	"I wouldn't complain." He said, then cried out as I spun him
around, shoving him up against the wall of the shower. His ass stuck out
into the stream, washing away the lube and sweat.

	"Then daddy will help." I said, kneeling down behind him. "Jack it
baby."

	"Yes sir!" He said enthusiastically as my hands spread his cheeks
apart. I was inches from his tight pink hole, the orifice that had given me
so much pleasure earlier. Now it was my turn. Without warning, I dove in,
my tongue probing at his hole.

	"Holy fuck!" He yelled, his body wracked with convulsions.

	"Keep jerking faggot!" I barked, before diving in again. I started
to tongue fuck his hole, working my way in and out. Sometimes I helped with
a finger or two, other times it was all tongue.

	"Oh my god daddy!" He was practically sobbing with
pleasure. "Please, don't stop!"

	"Daddy won't stop boy, he loves eating out your boy pussy." I
traced my tongue up and down his crack, making him twitch every time my
tongue flicked out over his cunt.

	"It's going to blow soon daddy!" He said.

	"Good." I spun him around again, he almost fell over but leaned
back against the wall. I was already at the right height to dive onto his
cock, so I buried it in my throat.

	"Oh Jesus fuck!" His voice rose an octave or two. "I'm going to
fucking blow!"

	His cum was heavenly, not as big of a load as he had shot before,
but enough to satisfy me. His hands were on my head as I gently sucked the
last few drops from his swollen prick.

	"Thank you, thank you, thank you." He was repeating over and over
again, doubled over, overwhelmed with pleasure.

	"Anytime son." I stood up, straightening him up and kissed him
again. His tongue shot out, cleaning up the last bits of his jizz from my
mouth.

	"Does daddy want to cum again?" He asked, his hands stroking my
dick.

	"No, daddy is going to save it up for his boy tonight." I nibbled
on his earlobe, squeals of delight pealing forth from him. I turned the
shower off, taking one last look at him in the steamy stall.

	He grabbed the towels I had gotten for us. "Please, let me." He
smiled.

	"Of course." He dried me off in the same ritualistic way he'd
cleaned me in the shower, a beatific smile on his face. He guided my arms
and legs to where wanted, making sure I was totally dry before he even
tried to towel himself off.

	"Thank you son." I said when he was done. "That is pretty erotic."

	"I would love to do it beforehand sometime." He said as he ran a
towel through his hair.

	"How about before AND after?" I suggested.

	"Damn, you want me to cum again tonight?" He winked.



	Soon enough he was looking for clothes to put on.

	"Another request son." I said, picking his boxers up off of the
floor.

	"Yes?"

	"Let's trade. You let me keep these, and you can have the ones I
was wearing."

	"Why do you want those cheap things?" He asked, a little
embarrassed.

	"It's not about an equal trade son." I laughed. "It's about a
memento, to remember our first night together."

	"In that case, yes, you can sir."

	I handed him mine, which were still damp from the cum we'd shot
into them. "Want to wear them home?"

	"No sir, I'm going to stash them somewhere safe so whenever I want
to remember I can take them out and reminisce."

	"Want something else to wear home?"

	"No, I'll free ball it for now." He grinned. We went through the
house, gathering up his clothes as we went.

	"I'll see you later on tonight daddy." He said, leaning in for a
kiss. We spent a good minute or two in each other's arms, slowly kissing in
the studio.

	"See you soon son." I said, finally breaking the kiss.

	He opened the door, turned back to wave, and then was gone. Wow,
what a night that had been! And lord only knows what was waiting for me
tomorrow. I went back to my room, threw on an old pair of sweat pants and
fell into bed. I was asleep within seconds.