Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 21:40:46 -0400
From: Ryan P <ryan_sub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Disoriented Part 3

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real people is purely
coincidental.  This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only.
If it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit
this web page now.  It includes unsafe sex practices 'coz it's just words on
a screen; for those who live in the real world, practice safe sex.

This is part 3.  Suggestions and comments appreciated.

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Chris had cleaned himself up and was already dressed when he came back to
the room.  Before he let me up, he enumerated all the things I needed to do.
  I was to: take a bath, clean the mess up, prepare lunch and wait for his
return.  I told Chris I would do all those things.  He untied my wrists then
my hands started throbbing real bad I couldn't use them for awhile.

"You better be ready when I get back." Chris said.

"I will." I said then remembered to add "sir".

He left me sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for the throbbing in my
hands to subside.  After a while I got up and took a bath.  It took all of
my willpower to not touch my cock.  I needed to get off so badly, I knew I
would come at the slightest touch and so I avoided my crotch and spent more
time gently cleaning my now tender ass.

When I had done all that I had to do, it was already 1:30 in the afternoon,
and Chris hasn't returned yet.  I spent the time remembering the morning
events.  It wasn't long though, when guilt and worry crept in.  What if
Jenny finds out?.  I hope she doesn't notice my neckties are all crumpled,
that the clothes I was wearing earlier are now gone, and that the bed sheets
were newly laundered.  So it was, between the guilt, my sore ass, and a
raging hard-on, I don't think I had a well-formed thought for the rest of
that day.

"Tsk...tsk...tsk..." Chris said upon his return.

I knew I had done something wrong but what, I did everything he told me to
do - or did I forget something.  Maybe he doesn't like tuna sandwiches
because that was what I prepared.

"I told you to take a bath, but did I tell you to get dressed?"

"I, uh, well, no."  I replied.

He looked at my clothes again like asking me 'what are you waiting for'.

I took out all my clothes and put them on top the kitchen table next to me.
He came over and gave me a long wet kiss.  I felt like melting butter.  He
then grabbed my schlong in one hand and started stroking it.  Shit, I
thought, this is it - I'm going to cum.  I guess Chris senses this and he
stopped stroking.

"I told you, you can't cum without my permission.  You would just have to
control yourself."  Chris said and with that he resumed the stroking.

Is he kidding me?  As far I know, as long as I've lived, it was something I
couldn't control.  Not that I ever wanted to anyway.  How the hell am I
going to do this?  I tried thinking of my wife but that only made me think
of a ménage a trois.

"Hey, look at me."  Chris said.

I must have closed my eyes in an effort to put my mind somewhere else.  I
was trying desperately to hold on to an image that would wash away the
intense desire to cum.  And then I had it.  I thought of my father-in-law.

*If you ever hurt my daughter in anyway, I'm going to shoot you in the head
myself.  I could still clearly picture my father-in-law as he said that to
me.  Just the breath of that man made me wonder why I was even getting
married in the first place.  As horrible as those thoughts were, it worked.

"That's it, Bryan, you're doing well.  You're doing -"

In the end, there was no unpalatable image I could conjure that would stop
my cock from spewing the warm white liquid it was meant to release.  I had
thrust myself against his hand not caring that I was shooting cum straight
at his shirt.  Chris had abruptly stopped stroking my meat but he didn't let
go either maybe due to the suddenness of it all.

I've just had the best orgasm I've had in my life and I knew just then that
I was going to get in trouble for it.

Or was I?  Chris looked like he wasn't bothered.  He held me even closer to
him and he resumed his pumping of my dick.

"I'm o.k. now" I said.

Still, Chris would not let go of me.  Rather, he intensified rubbing the
underside of my shaft and dickhead - both now highly sensitive.
Instinctively, I jerked away but Chris would not budge - he held me tight.
The feeling was so raw and rough it was painful.  My dick was all flaccid
but still being tugged on.  Next thing I knew, piss started streaming out of
my dick slit.  When Chris saw this, he pushed me away as far as he could
without letting go of my dick which he then pointed towards my belly.  I
just stood there like a baby, wetting myself down to my toes.  By the time
the yellow stream stopped, a big puddle had formed on the kitchen tiles
under our feet.

Chris looked at me with disgust and I was ashamed because he felt that way.
Without saying anything, he took off his t-shirt (his only clothing that got
wet), washed his hands, and then sat down to eat his sandwich.  I had to
clean up the mess on the floor and myself before I could Join Chris for
lunch.

"I'll let you off real easy this time.  Next time you don't obey me, there's
going to be real pain involved."

"Yes, sir.  I'm sorry, sir."

"Have you eaten yet?" Chris asked at the same time he was grabbed my
sandwich and started eating it.

"No, sir."

"Good, eat this instead." Chris said as he pushed his chair back and
unzipped his shorts.

"Yes, sir" I said.  Fully used by now in calling him sir.

I got on my knees and pulled out his cock.  It was totally soft but I was
still enamored with it like it was the first time I was seeing it.  I
started licking the tip.  There was something different about how it tasted.
  Even with the way it smelled.  It wasn't bad but definitely smelled
different --funky even.  And then I realized what it was.  I probably tasted
my own dried up shit.  Remembering that Chris' pole had been in me just a
few hours earlier made me suck on him in earnest now.

"Easy, baby" Chris said.  "I just want you to get used to having my cock
inside your mouth.  That's all.  Suck on it slowly like you would a
lollipop."

I did as he said though secretly wishing he would cum in my mouth again.

After some more minutes of this, he pulled me away.

"Time to work" Chris said.

That we really didn't get much done with the basement that day was pretty
obvious.  Every once in a while, he would have me drop to my knees and suck
his dick -- all in the spirit of having me "get me used to it".  I wasn't
just used to it by then; I was actually looking forward to it.  It felt
strange though as I was in the nude the whole time even when I needed to cut
some ceiling tiles.  Once in a while too, Chris would tug on my balls or
slap my dick around.  I was hard for most of the time and I guess that was
what Chris wanted.  I was having a lot of fun - it didn't feel like work at
all.

Then the doorbell rang.  Jenny must be home.  Good thing I remembered to
lock the deadbolt or she could have come in and see her naked husband
sucking another guy's meat,  I looked at Chris, his eyes said 'go'.  I threw
on some clothes on then opened the door.

Jenny didn't care that we were barely a third done in the basement.  As far
as she's concerned it would take as a whole month to finish.  The truth is,
without our extra-curricular activities, we could finish it in one day,
albeit a long one.

Jenny invited Chris for dinner that night and I was all too pleased when
Chris accepted the invitation.

After dinner, Jenny went to our room to watch TV.  I was relieved when she
didn't say anything about the bed sheets.  Meanwhile, Chris and I went back
to work in the basement.  Neither of us really wanted to work, it was really
just an excuse.  Sure enough, within a matter of minutes, Chris was feeling
me up and giving me a deep kiss.  My underwear did nothing to hide my boner.
  Should Jenny come downstairs, I would be found out rather quickly.  It
wasn't much different then when Chris pulled my shorts and briefs off me -
showing my rod in plain sight.

Chris simply let his shorts drop to his ankles, he did not step out of them.
  Instead, he pulled me close to him and with a simple spit lube on his also
hard stick, he proceeded to fuck my ass for the second time that day.

Half of me feared Jenny hearing our slapping bodies -- I hoped her TV is loud
enough to mask our sounds; the other half of me really didn't care.  Indeed,
I would press my ass further into him, making sure that with every thrust
Chris made, I had him way deep inside of me.

There was no pain this time.  It was all pleasure.  When he got a good
rhythm going, my dick went limp a bit -- not for lack of pleasure -- just the
opposite in fact, I was enjoying the feeling in and around my hole that it
was all that I could concentrate on.  Meanwhile my dick would swing back and
forth, slap wildly against my abdomen, and hurl precum on the floor.  I
could tell Chris was getting close to shooting.  But whenever he was about
to come, I would feel him slow down or even stop altogether.  He's trying to
lengthen the experience.  I didn't mind -- I wanted him always inside me.

"Tell me who owns you, baby?"

"You do Chris.  You own me.  You own all of me, body and soul."

"Damn right bitch," Chris said and then he came shooting inside me.  "Oh
fuck!"

"I'm yours, I'm yours" was all that I could say.