Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2017 16:26:02 -0700
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Take Me, I'm Yours: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: I'm Changing My Major to Rezen

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adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends
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Rezen could hear the door lock disengage in the dark room. He lay there,
drifting off to sleep. Eric stood still, pausing inside the doorway.

"Come in, come in," He said, somewhat sleepily.

Eric flicked on the light to see bleary eyed Rezen lying bed. Rezen
gestured groggily for him to turn it back off. He stood there in the dry
darkness thinking about Rezen lying on the bed. What had he planned when he
texted him? What did he want now?

The lamp by the bed snapped on, as Rezen scooted up above the covers. He
was shirtless and his bronze skin tinted against the soft light of the
nightstand. Eric was again struck by how ordinary he looked. Rezen was
attractive: slender and toned. But his physique was a product of natural
health and not concentrated workouts. Nevertheless it aroused something
deep within Eric's core.

"You ruined everything. I was going to seduce you and everything."

Eric laughed. The honesty was disarming.

"Oh? Point for me then. To be honest, I didn't come up to fuck."

Rezen rolled his eyes and flung the covers off of his body. He was
completely nude, his long torso nestled into the bed like he was a part of
the decor. His cock lay soft against his inner thigh. Even soft, it lay
with commanding presence: taunting Eric to see how big he could get it.

"Oh I wasn't going to fuck you. I don't think you're ready for my cock yet."

Eric moved further into the room so that he stood at the foot of the bed.
His hand drifted down to caress Rezen's foot. He saw a bit of blood pump
into Rezen's the flaccid cock.

"I want to be clear that we won't be fucking tonight." Rezen insisted.

Eric nodded his head.

"Of course. I told you I wasn't here to fuck."

Rezen lifted his leg and used his foot to gently caress Eric's inner thigh.
He watched as Eric's tight shorts began to plump against his intentions.
Curving his toes he lifted so that his big toe could tickle the head of
Eric's imprint. Rezen watched as the cock began to plump and rise against
the fabric. Separating his big toe, he used the crevice to stroke up and
down the phallic protrusion. Rezen could hear a sharp intake of breath,
causing him to smile.

"You have no idea how tired I am Eric, there's just no way I could fuck you
tonight. I'm really sorry."

Eric's eyes were closed as he bathed in the pleasurable sensations Rezen
created on his body. He felt warm, with soft waves rolling up his body from
his penis.

Rezen looked at Eric standing, mesmerized from something so simple as a
foot massage. If he was honest he would admit how much this boy fascinated
him, how curious he was to see what Eric would allow him to do. With the
deftness of a pickpocket, he pressed his big toe into the button at the top
of Eric's pants. Flexing the second toe around the flap, he gently nudged
the pants open. Now it sat like an invitation, with the faintest hint of
Eric's treasure visible above the line of his underwear. Eric was still
quietly breathing with eyes closed.

Gently and silently, he used his foot to pull down the zipper. He watched
Eric's face as he slowly unraveled the stud from his shorts. The zipper
opened like a plunging neckline to preview a wooden stump hidden behind
some soft blue briefs.

Eric opened his eyes to look at Rezen. He felt like he wasn't in control,
that any moment now Rezen was going to pull away and taunt him again. It
both frightened and aroused him to be in this situation. Then he looked
down to see that Rezen's cock had become rock hard without any effort from
him.

Rezen slowly lifted his gaze up from where his foot was massaging Eric's
cock. In the dim lighting of the room he could see Eric's nipples taut
against the polo he was wearing. He felt an urge to caress more of Eric, to
study the body and find its weaknesses.

"Eric, would you take off your shirt for me?"

Eric nodded his assent through half closed eyes. Wordlessly he shifted
himself away from Rezen's foot, allowing his shorts to fall gently to the
floor with gravity. His thick and corded legs brushed against the shadows
as he stepped out of the crumpled clothing. He stood for a moment, shirt on
and briefs tight against his cock. His thigh missed the sensation of
Rezen's foot, and it ached to return to its original position. Crossing his
arms in front of his chest he wrapped his fingers around the bottom of his
polo, before lifting it sexily over his body.

"Turn around." Rezen said.

Eric obediently slowly turned around as he lifted his polo off of his body,
exposing the beautifully carved imprints of his lats and abs. The shadows
exposed his musculature beautifully against the dim lights, heightening the
diamond cuts of his serratus anterior.

He stood, back towards Rezen as the polo shirt exited his shoulders over
his head. He paused again: naked in his briefs for a moment, arms
outstretched above him before letting the shirt fall from his arms.

"I'm not leaving the room tonight, am I?" Eric said, more of a fact than a
question.

"No," Rezen answered. "That was never an option."

Rezen heard a deep sigh exit Eric's body. His arms dropped to his side in
visual surrender. Rezen was in awe. Eric was so pliable and willing. But he
held his own desire in check. Rezen was too proud to be just a replaceable
cock for anyone. If Eric wanted him, he would need to accept training.

"Come up and kiss me." He commanded.

Eric turned around. He stood for a moment quietly contemplating how he
would kiss Rezen. This was a moment he had anticipated the whole day. He
decided to be bold and take a risk. Stepping over Rezen's legs he straddled
his waist, knees bent so that he was kneeling over Rezen's body. He felt
Rezen's long 10" cock rest against the flimsy cotton of his brief as he
kneeled before the professor. Eric waited, not sure how to move forward.
Many of the men he had been around would have pounced, taken complete
physical control and manipulated him into submission. But Rezen did none of
that. Rezen simply looked at him, eyes quizzical. Eric desperately wanted
to press his body up against Rezen's smooth chest. They sat together in
parrallel detente. Each one waiting for the other to move.

Slowly Rezen lifted his hand, and with the most gentle touch, brushed the
hair away from Eric's forehead. With a finger he caressed Eric's cheek,
round his ears and through his jaw. There was a tenderness in the touch
Eric softened to, hungered for. Raising the finger up the little
indentation of his chin, Rezen continued his gentle motion around the
Eric's lip. He watched, fascinated as his touch drew a slow and sensual
rhythm from Eric's lungs until the younger man gasped a bit, opening his
mouth slightly. At this moment he dipped his finger into Eric's mouth,
feeling the beautiful bones of his teeth and fondling the surface of his
tongue. Slowly he exited the finger from Eric's mouth.

"Que mantém o corpo juntos são ligamentos..."

He said before dipping the finger into his mouth. Rezen savored the saliva
which he had stolen from Eric's body like honey from a hive. His own eyes
dipped shut as he memorized the taste of his Argentinian lover. He paused a
moment as he appreciated how their body was connected despite his own
hesitations. Listening to his own body rise and fall against the brown
Argentinian skin against his, he sat in silence before opening his eyes.

With the same hand that he had used to caress Eric's lips, he now closed it
behind the nape of his neck. Pulling Eric forward, he brought them together
in a deep and romantic kiss. The saliva he had stolen was now freely
exchanged between their mouths as they swapped, kissed, and licked each
other with firey passion. Eric kept his eyes open, he felt like he was
being kissed for the first time. As if he was 16 years old again sneaking
it from the passed out drunken football star. Rezen's eyes were closed. He
was lost in the moment, and in thought as well. Separating, they panted
their desires and smiled at each other.

"Ok, Eric. I'll give you what you want. But not tonight. You are still too
lost in your own desires to savor what I have for you."

Rezen looked into his eyes, searching for a response. Was Eric angry to
hear another delay? Was he anxious? Something kinder and more true peered
back: It was patient and willing.

"Do you want me, Eric? Do you really want me?"

Eric straightened his back, his gaze never leaving Rezen's.

"Yes...I do."

"Will you promise to do whatever I ask of you?"

Eric hesitated at the question. There were definitely things he was not
into...would he dare to bring up a litany of proscribed activities?

"I promise you I would never do anything to hurt you. And you are allowed
to tell me what you don't like."

Eric slowly nodded his assent. He felt relieved and erotically charged.

"What would you like to do right now, Eric?" Rezen asked. It was an open
question, one which sounded like it would be rarely given. Eric sat with it
for a few moments. Rezen had already told him they would not fuck that
night. Strangely enough, he felt alright with the decision. Sitting here,
his body on top of Rezen's he felt like he fit in the universe somehow in a
way he hadn't before. It was a position he was well familiar with. But
here, with Rezen, it took on new meaning.

"Can I touch you?" The request seemed simple enough, but it hinted at
something deeper for Eric. Rezen smiled. Eric may be a well fucked bottom.
But there was still something sacred within him even he did not know about.
It was in realizing this, that Rezen felt incredibly aroused by the
presence of the younger man.

"Yes. But only if you let me touch you the same way you touch me." Rezen
replied.

Rezen waited as Eric took a deep breath to steel himself for the task
ahead. With cautious fingers, he reached forward to touch Rezen's chest.
Rezen lifted the same hand to do the same. They sat, facing each other,
with one hand resting on each other's chest in perfect symmetry. Eric
flattened his hand over the smooth muscle, his eyes flickering as he felt
Rezen's hand flatten against his as well. He had never done this before and
it thrilled him to stretch his own boundaries.

Dropping his hand he let his fingertips circle Rezen's nipple, gasping as
he felt his own being caressed as well. They stayed there for a few
minutes, both of them reveling in how something as simple as a nipple could
shorten a breath, harden a cock. Eric's briefs felt even tighter with his
6" babymaker pressing into the fabric. He could also feel Rezen's cock flex
just a bit each time he circled.

Biting his lip, Eric placed his hand back on Rezen's chest. He could felt
the pulse of his heart, his own echoing against Rezen's palm. It was a
strong and regular beat. Marvelous and romantic. He moved his hands back up
to graze along the fine stubble of Rezen's chin. Rezen's hand retraced a
familiar pattern as Eric repeated to his face what he had done but moments
before. Rezen smiled. It was obvious that Eric loved to feel his face
caressed by his hand, as the boy's hand trembled a bit as it moved against
his cheek.

They continued on like this for a while. One hand to each person, mirroring
each other in beautiful loving gestures. Now they traced the silhouette of
each other's arms in the light. Now the felt the warm fire within each
other's bellies. Each body part had its own beauty, its own architecture to
discover and embrace. Rezen's breathing was deep and somber as he let Eric
show him what he enjoyed.

They changed hands, mirroring once more the discoveries of the body from
one side to the other before Eric leaned forward and gently kissed Rezen's
lips. Like a promise fulfilled, Rezen lifted himself up just a bit so that
he could kiss Eric back. They stayed together for a moment before catching
their breath.

"...I forgot your name..." Eric said, blushing a bit at his mistake.

"My name is Wellington, Eric."

"Wellington?..." Eric rolled the name within his mouth. It was comical, as
if Rezen had defeated Napoleon at Waterloo.

He leaned forward again to kiss the man.

"Hello Welly, I'm Eric....please teach me how to enjoy what you have for
me."

Rezen's arms wrapped around him, ardently kissing him as he rolled the boy
onto his side. Lying there, in each others arm, Rezen turned him around so
that their bodies clasped together like silver spoons. Rezen felt Eric's
body relax against his and once again was surprised at their fit: How
relaxed and comfortable they felt in each other's arms. It was in this
position that they fell asleep.

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To Be Continued....