Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2011 21:39:19 +0000
From: kent jackson <flyer85@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin & Mike

Mike entered his favorite bar, Trax, after a long week where the work had
piled up and clients had been uncooperative. He needed some relaxation and
maybe some company to work off the tension of the week.  He had wrangled
the clients into seeing everything his way but it was a lot of effort and
had taken a lot out of him.

Mike didn't expect to have much trouble hooking up.  Oh, he wasn't the
best-looking guy in the bar, or the most muscular. He couldn't claim that
every man he sought out had ended up in his bed.  But he knew he was above
average in looks; masculine and with a good body and a confident air that
allowed him to approach almost anyone that attracted him.  So, while not
everyone he approached ended up in his bed, a good number of them did, with
their legs raised high and an acquiescent attitude toward his needs.

And this was a night when there seemed to be a lot of men to choose from.
That short muscular guy in the tight tank top was hot.  The full brush of
hair peeking out the top of the shirt promised a hairy ass, which was
always fun to pump from behind while reaching around to play with his
pecs. The way the man kept looking Mike's way indicated he was open to the
possibility of hooking up.  An Asian man just a little bit shorter than
Mike's 5'11" also looked interesting.  An open, friendly face; cute
dimples; broad, well-developed chest in a tight t-shirt; talking and
laughing with a group of friends.  Or the tall, thin blond with messy hair
and a wispy beard.  He looked like the type who was thoughtful, liked to
discuss things.  Fun in bed and then fun conversation over breakfast.  Mike
wished the dilemmas he faced at work had such attractive possibilities to
choose from.

He turned his attention back to the muscular guy and felt the familiar
stirring in his dick. Nothing set off a nice ass better than a tight pair
of jeans. Mike leaned against the wall and enjoyed watching the man's back
as he moved slightly to the music.  The guy must have noticed Mike's
cruising because he turned halfway toward him, adopted a more butch stance
and stopped moving to the music. He started flexing his triceps so that
Mike would be sure to notice him. Mike sighed wearily. Truth be told, Mike
enjoyed being somewhat dominant with his tricks.  He liked telling them
what to do, watching them submit.  It wasn't that he didn't think he could
dominate muscle-man. In fact he was quite sure he could.  But muscleman was
the type to make you earn it. He'd fight you for top, use his muscles as
leverage before giving in.  Mike had played that game with these boys many
times before and often enjoyed it.  The game made winning more fun.  But he
wasn't in the mood tonight.  He was tired, worn out by his week.  He needed
easy game.  Save the adventures for another night.

There was a twink leaning on the wall next to him who seemed to be vying
for attention.  Cute, blond, skinny, fashionable.  Not really Mike's type.
And maybe TOO easy.  The kind who starts calling him "Sir" before they even
leave the bar and then lies immobile waiting to be told every little move.
No. jerking off would be more fun.

Bearded guy was still at the bar, smiling shyly to himself.  You could tell
he was the kind that never noticed he was being cruised but was easy to
talk to if you stepped up to him.  And he looked like he'd accept Mike's
authority without being a wimp.

But the Asian guy... nice looking, cute ass... and that big smile.  Yep.
That's what Mike wanted tonight, so he strolled over to that part of the
bar, smiled, and prepared to lay on the charm.  It wasn't as necessary as
he had anticipated.  Jason, for that was the Asian guy's name, was just as
intent on a hook-up tonight, and was attracted to Mike.  Jason, as a matter
of fact, was the one who brought up nudity and how he hated wearing clothes
in the house.

That fit so nicely with one of Mike's kinks.  He was really aroused by
stripping a guy down while staying clothed himself.  After all, who doesn't
enjoy looking at a hot naked guy? More importantly, it fed into the power
games mike liked to play.

Put two guys in a room, one dressed, the other standing in front of him
naked: who do you think has the power? The naked guy is usually a little
uncomfortable, a little less aggressive. The situation recalls images of
Roman masters and the naked slaves from conquered lands standing before
them with bowed heads.  At least that is the image Mike always had.

Mike loved giving orders.  He enjoyed seeing how far he could push it.
Would the guy be resistant; even start to get pissed off? Or would he go
along with Mike's more dominant personality? Some take to the submissive
role quite quickly and can be ordered to do all sorts of degrading things.
One guy –handsome, outgoing, athletic- turned out to be completely
pliable once he was gotten home, servicing Mike's dick beautifully and
going over his lap for a long, hard spanking. He wasn't allowed to get
dressed in the morning either, being ordered to make and serve Mike
breakfast in the nude.  Mike's dick got hard every time he thought of him.
Whatever his name was.

Mike put his hand on the small of Jason's back to steer him out of the
crowded bar. This should be one of the easy ones. This boy should be the
naked on his knees in no time at all. Mike's apartment wasn't far and they
both seemed anxious to get started...

They entered the foyer of Mike's apartment with Mike leading the way.

"May as well get roles clear right from the beginning, he thought.

"No pants for you from here on in.  Take them off and hand them over." Mike
said it without a smile and with an aggressive tone of voice so that Jason
would understand who was going to be in charge this evening.

"Just the pants?" Jason asked with a huge grin on his face.  He pushed them
down and quickly pulled them off before also pulling off his t-shirt.

It wasn't the reaction Mike was used to or, truth be told, that he wanted.
Making a guy strip right away usually made the guy feel a little
intimidated.  And if he got defensive it allowed Mike's attitude to become
even more aggressive.  But this guy didn't seem intimidated at all.
Actually he seemed like an exhibitionist who couldn't wait to get his
clothes off.

Okay, it wasn't the way things usually started. But looking Jason over as
he stood in the hall, Mike had to admit it was a pretty hot view. Jason had
broad shoulders, good biceps, tiny brown nipples and a small waist. His
light tan skin was smooth and velvety, except for the slight trail running
from his belly button into his briefs. He was wearing a small pair of light
blue briefs which seemed to indicate a nice-sized cock, and definitely
showed a round sexy ass.  When he smiled, which he seemed always to do, he
showed dimples that made him even more attractive.

Jason knew he was being stared at and seemed to revel in it. Rather than be
intimidated by being almost naked in front of a fully-dressed man, it
seemed to make him happy. He tugged at his briefs, adjusting them in a way
that exposed a little pubic hair. He seemed anxious to throw them on the
pile with the rest of his discarded clothes.

Actually, Mike was anxious to get rid of those briefs too.  He needed to
get this party started. Mike knew Justin was a sub; he just LOOKED like
one. But Mike felt a little off his game tonight.  He was staring at this
boy instead of getting him to start servicing his dick.

"C'mon, boy.  You've got some dick sucking to do." Mike cupped the back of
Justin's neck and led him to the bedroom.  He was feeling better now, as he
always did when he took charge.

When they reached the bed, Mike put his hands on Justin's shoulder's,
pushing him to his knees, then swung around so he was sitting on the bed
with his crotch at Jason's face level.

"Go ahead, boy.  Get it out and make it feel good."

Jason's fingers worked swiftly, unbuckling the belt, popping the top
button, and pulling down the zipper. He pinched Mike's jeans at the thighs,
tugging them down to his ankles with the assistance of Mike lifting his ass
off the bed for a bit. Then hooking his fingers in the sides of Mike's
briefs he dragged those down as well.

Mike's 7 ˝ inch dick was already hard, waving a bit above his thick pubic
bush. Yes!  This is what he had been waiting for all night.  A hot man
kneeling in front of his cock, ready to suck it.

The first contact was Jason's tongue sliding from the bottom of his dick to
the top. Mike immediately shuddered as a surge of excitement grew from
groin and shot up into his chest. All of a sudden the hot mouth closed over
his dick head and fingers played with his balls.  Jesus!

Jason's mouth started a slow descent to the base of Mike's prick, tongue
flicking all the way.  His fingers rolled the balls around, stretching
them, collaring them at the bottom.

Jason's head started bobbing up and down on the dick as his hand mimicked
the motion.  Mike's head was thrashing from side to side on the bed as
intense sexual feelings were churning inside and his dick got even harder.

Now Mike's mouth was on his ball sack, pulling Mike's left nut into his
mouth for a tongue bath while his fist continued to pump Mike's dick.

"jesus!"

This guy was amazing.  An incredible sex machine.  A mouth designed to
drive Mike crazy with lust. The other ball was sucked into his mouth and
the tongue was working overtime on them.

"Keep going, boy.  Worship those balls.  Fuck!"

His mouth was open, his eyes closed as he felt Jason tongue licking beneath
his balls, nipping at the skin down there. Jason's shoulders pushed further
under Mike's legs, snagging them on his shoulders. When he then raised
himself up a little, Mike's legs spread and he could feel Jason's tongue,
flattened out and pulled up the length of Mike's hairy crack.

"Oh god, ohgod, ohgod, ohgod..."

Mike loved being rimmed but he didn't often find guys who were into
it. Because he was so dominant in the bedroom he occasionally ordered some
guy to rim him. But their lack of enthusiasm was always evident.  This guy
was anything but unenthusiastic!  He was rimming Mike like a crazy man, his
tongue racing around Mike's pucker and pushing in as far as a tongue can
go.

Mike was having a hard time catching his breath.  This guy was taking him
places he hadn't been in years! Man!  He should keep Jason chained to the
bed for a few months!

Mike was massaging his dick, spreading the precum over its head as Jason's
tongue sent electric shivers up the length of his body.  His cock was
rigid; harder than he remembered it getting in a long while.  The hand
playing with his balls, the tongues lapping everywhere, the teeth nipping
his thighs, the finger sliding up his hole...

Wait, what?

Mike struggled to sit up while he started giving orders: "No! No, man.  No
fingers.  Your tongue is hot but that's all that goes up there."

Mike always believed in clear definitions and strict delineations on who
does what to whom.  And any assplay was something Mike did to the other
guy.  Except of course rimming (which was still keeping his cock excited.)

Unfortunately Jason didn't seem to hear anything; he was so involved
between Mike's legs.  His mouth was sucking on Mike's hairy balls, flicking
them with his tongue.  His finger playing with the prostate he had just
found.

"C'mon, man.  Suck my dick now. "

"Jesus, what's wrong with you?  You deaf?  Get up here, boy!" Mike tried
lifting Jason's head and pulling it up but he wasn't at the right angle to
gain much leverage. And those broad shoulders and big biceps he had admired
earlier were now frustrating him.  This dude was strong.  And he was using
two fingers in there!  Stretching Mike out, punching his prostate.

This flew in the face of everything Mike thought about himself.  The image
he presented to the world and even to himself, was a total top; dominant, a
little cruel.  And yet here he was with his legs spread, some man fingering
his hole, and his dick was hard and he was writhing with lust.

Finally, suddenly, the fingers were withdrawn.  Slowly Jason's head worked
up Mike's body, kissing and nibbling, licking. Jason's arms, spread wide
under Mike's legs, moved up too, spreading Mike's legs further and doubling
back Mike's body.  Until finally Justin's face was just above Mike's and he
was smiling.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." And then, bam! Justin's cock was sliding all the
way in.

"Fuck! You're a tight little bitch.  You must not be getting this enough!"

Justin's dick was filling him up.  Sliding out for a second, and then
pounding his hole.  Fast and hard.

Mike was completely confused.  He knew he was supposed to hate this.  But
his dick was still rock hard and he didn't want Justin to stop.  He enjoyed
getting fucked! He wanted to submit to Justin.  He needed Justin to be the
man.  He just didn't want anyone else to know about it.

"That's right, boy.  Spread your legs wide.  Take your man all the way in
your tight little hole."  Justin's cute face was still grinning.  He was
having fun.  But obviously there was a strong masculine presence there.  He
liked to be naked.  And he liked to get his way.

Being top, being aggressive was such a big part of Mike's self-concept that
he didn't know how to take this in.  The best he could do was to let his
mind go blank and get off on these intense sexual charges.  Letting Justin
take over and make them both happy.

He felt Justin's cock swell up in him as Justin's words turned to mere
grunts.  The pounding was faster and harder and sexier.  Until finally
Justin shot into the rubber and slumped down over Mike's panting body.

After taking a couple of minutes to return to normal Justin sat up, grabbed
Mike's briefs and wiped his dick with them before throwing them on the
floor.

"How about a washcloth, dude?' he said, slapping Mike on the ass.

Mike jumped out and went to the bathroom, warmed up the water, thinking how
usually the boys clean HIM up. Okay, don't think about that.  Just wipe him
off and think about your own dick.

Justin was lying back on the bed, the pillows scrunched up as a resting
place and his arm behind his head.  He still had that beautiful grin on his
face so he must have enjoyed himself too.

Gently Mike ran the cloth over his thick pubes, the long cock, still
tumescent after its work out, the low-hanging balls, the tight stomach.
Justin gave a quick laugh as his cock twitched from the touch of Mike's
hand.

Mike settled next to Justin on his back and started to get his mojo back.
He grabbed his dick and started slowly to stroke it; squeeze it. Until
Justin slapped his hand away.

"Nah, we're done for tonight.  Gotta get up early."

He spooned Mike from the back, his arms across Mike's stomach, and soon
fell asleep.



In the morning, Mike woke to feel his nipples being pinched and squeezed
and his dick once more (still?) erect.

"I like my breakfasts to be on the healthy side, Mikey."

"Sure.  Um, I think I've got stuff."

"Cool.  Well, you better get going.  I've got a shitload of stuff to do
today."

Mike moved to the end of the bed and picked up his briefs to put on but
they were snatched out of his hands and tossed to the other side of the
room.

"Nah, you don't need those. I like you bare."

As Justin headed off for the shower, Mike went to the kitchen to see what
he could do with egg white, some vegetables and whole wheat toast.  He felt
awkward being naked in the kitchen.  In the bedroom, fine, but here it just
seemed weird.  Especially as he passed in front of the window over the
sink.  And why was he naked anyway? Because the boy in there took his
underpants away?  WTF? What happened in there last night?  And why did it
seem to STILL be happening? He should go in there, pull that boy out of the
shower, throw him across the bed and fuck the shit out of him!

But...somehow he wasn't doing that. He was walking around the kitchen like
a naked slave, preparing to serve the guy. And he was still hard. Every
time he thought of Justin he got a charge in his gut. Maybe...maybe he
could let this guy fuck him again? No one else of course.  He'd still be a
Dom out there.  Or should he just throw the guy out and pretend it never
happened.  Maybe he was way drunk last night?  Although he didn't remember
drinking that much.

Mike shook his head and went on cooking.  There was too much to think about
and too little of it made sense.  Later.  He'd figure it out later.

When Mike brought the plates to the table he was surprised to see Justin
already there, flipping through a magazine he had grabbed from the living
room.  He was shirtless and barefoot but wearing his jeans. Because Mike
was staring at the smooth brown chest and pointed nipples, he tripped a
little on the way over. And the jeans seemed to emphasize his own nudity,
bringing a flush to his cheek.

"Great! This looks fantastic, man!"

Justin grabbed the back of Mike's neck and pulled his head down for a long
lingering kiss that invaded Mike's mouth the way it had invaded his hole
the night before.

After a few moments the pressure was back on and Mike's head was being
pulled lower, down into Justin's lap.

"Wish I had more time for this, man, but I've really got to get moving
soon."

Mike's resistance automatically kicked in and his head started to rise but
Justin's tight grip kept it in place near his crotch. Justin's other hand
was pulling down his zipper and digging out his dick, already starting to
harden.

Mike was still trying to pull back his head, but at the same time his
tongue was sliding out toward the fat cock in front of him.

"There you go.  Sweet. Be a good boy for me."

Justin scooted out his chair a little so Mike could squeeze by him and
crawl under the table to get a better angle for the cock that was brushing
his face. He wanted it.  He wanted to lick it, swallow it and give it
pleasure.  He put the big head in his mouth, swirled his tongue around it
and found a drop of precum to savor.  Truth be told, Mike wasn't that good
at giving blowjobs, having more experience at receiving them, but he was
determined to suck it down until his was in this man's pubes.

There were intrusive thoughts at the edge of Mike's mind... wasn't it HIS
turn to be sexually serviced?... he was kneeling naked under his own damn
table... and, what the fuck, the dude was eating breakfast while he was
getting blown! Mike could hear the fork scraping across the plate!...

But Mike pushed all thoughts aside. He was completely caught up in this
man.  He didn't WANT to think about anything but pleasuring this cock.
Making it shoot.  Which it seemed it was about to.

Justin grabbed Mike's head, pulled out and almost immediately started
shooting a good-sized load in Mike's face and hair.  Mike was pleased to
hear a contented sigh come from Justin as he wiped some remaining cum on
Mike's cheeks.

"Thanks, man" Justin said as he patted Mike's head and left for the
bedroom.  He returned a few minutes later completely dressed.

Mike scrambled to get off the floor, trying to exhibit a little bit of
dignity.  As much dignity as he could muster while being naked and having
another man's cum all over his face.

"Well, um, I don't know if I'll see you around or not..."

"Oh, we'll see each other again.

"Oh. Okay.  Well I don't have your number or... I usually...

"Don't worry. I downloaded everything I need off your phone while you were
making breakfast.  I'll let you know when I want to see you." Justin had
that big grin of his and gave a quick wink before he left.

Mike finally sat at the table and started eating his cold eggs.  And
thinking.