Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2017 14:51:56 -0700
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Take Me, I'm Yours: Chapter 6

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and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between
adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends
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Author's Note: This story is a spin-off from my first story: Fuck Me, I
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Eric rubbed his eyes as the buzzer from his phone rattled against his
nightstand. Not being a morning person, he blindly groped on the wooden
surface before finally landing in his phone.

"Accidents happen. Let it go."

Eric fell back against his pillow and pulled the sheets over his head. Why
did that jackass have to remind him?!

The evening before had only gotten hotter as Eric peeled off his underwear.
He had lost the wager to Rezen, despite concentrated focus at withholding
his arousal. Rezen's voice awoken in an untameable desire and by the end of
his speech Eric was practically ripping his panties off.

What followed was one of the most erotic experiences Eric had ever
experienced.

Rezen watched as Eric slowly grasped the dildo from the box he had sent.

"Treat it gently. You wouldn't want me to think you don't respect my cock,
would you?"

Wellington Rezen really enjoyed giving Eric shit. What impressed him most
was how submissive the boy was. Who the fuck would delicately handle a
dildo? But Eric was deeply enmeshed in the web Rezen had drawn around him.
He was might as well have been holding the Holy Grail for all anyone knew.

"Yes, caress the head like you would if you were here with me. Kiss it."

Rezen gave a wry smile as Eric obediently lifted the head of the phallus to
his lips and slathered it with his kisses.

Rezen watched as Eric lifted up the phallus, mimicking the motions Rezen
used on his own living cock. It was obvious that Eric was disappointed not
playing with the real thing. Even as Eric stroked and lubricated the
silicone image of Rezen's cock, his eyes would dart over at Rezen and look
at him with hunger and affection. If Rezen had been open, he would have
told Eric that it was this vulnerability, this affection which turned him
on more than any theatrical hand gestures he performed on a rubber cock.

With painstaking attention to detail, Eric stroked the replica and lifted
himself over it. Laying a towel over his chair, he positioned the cock
beneath him with one hand, the other stroking his dick, preparing to
penetrate himself on Rezen's cock. As he sat back, he made sure to flex his
abs so that Rezen could watch his full muscled body undulate on the shaft
of the cock. Eric ground into the cock, moving in slow concentric circles
over the long 10". As it hit his prostate he could feel a gasp of air
escape his chest, and he smiled to watch Rezen beat his cock a little
harder. With a deep exhale, he let himself slide all the way down the
remaining 4" so that Rezen could see the little pop of his booty against
the flange of Rezen's dildo.

It was at this moment that Eric's careful planning came apart.

"Pppppfffffffffffffffftttttttttt"

A small pocket of gas had evidently been sitting in Eric's colon,
unbeknownst to him. As the solid replica of Rezen's cock slid into his
bowels, it hit the pocket of air, releasing it into the open air of Eric's
room and resounding in triumphal noise against the microphone.

Rezen started to crack up. Not the elegant chortle one might expect from a
man of refined behavior. He was bawling, tears coming out of his eyes and
slapping his thigh as the humor drew all the blood out of their arousal.

"Bwahahaahaahahahhahahaahaha"

Eric was humiliated, his elegant seduction had been ruined by physiology
and gas. His face turned beet red as Wellington tried to control his
laughter in vain. Slapping his knees, he tried to collect himself.

"It's ok...it's ok..." Wellington had intended to tell Eric that it was all
ok, that nothing was ruined. But Eric heard the words as if he was trying
to control himself from the hilarity of the moment. Snatching the mouse, he
closed their chat session and shutdown the computer, bashing the table
angrily as he looked for his pride.

The phone buzzed, and Mega Jackass hotline blinged on the screen...Eric
hung up and silenced his phone. Enough humiliation for the day.

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"Accidents happen. Let it go."

The phone buzzed again.

"Meet me up at my office on campus. Let's grab lunch."

Eric was surprised to see that Rezen was in his office on a Saturday
morning. He checked his watch. 10 AM. He had slept in due to a restless
night of anger and shame, but he still had enough time for a shower.

Looking in the mirror he looked at the morning stubble on his face. The
hair grew so quickly that he had to trim it regularly lest it overtakes his
face. Now that he had gotten older, Eric had learned how to properly
manscape and care for his facial hair. But it wasn't so long ago when the
men he liked insisted that he shave constantly. That was back when smooth
was in. Now, the look was different, but the maintenance was still there.

Eric let his hand rub against the stubble on his jaw. It felt uneven and
gritty against his touch. What did Rezen like? What made Rezen happy? Eric
felt unsure of himself. He remembered coming home with a new picture every
month. A new look to imitate, a new face to fawn over. He remembers
scrolling through pictures of porn stars and men on grindr. Men were
visual. Eric knew that. There was a good feeling he got when he posted a
shirtless pic on Instagram and thousands of people rushed to approve. But
Rezen never seemed to look at him with those hungry eyes. Rezen's gaze was
always hard, inquisitive. There was an opacity to his gaze that taunted
Eric in the same way that it seduced him.

He sighed. Poetics will not get you a man. He had learned that a long time
ago. And musing wasn't the same thing as getting fucked. Eric turned on the
shower head and stepped into the shower and lathered away his doubt.

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Anderson was shocked to see Eric come to the lab. Eric was shocked as well.
They greeted each other with a hug.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you done with your dissertation?" Eric
asked. He knew that Anderson was finishing grad school soon, but Eric knew
nothing about the graduate process.

"Post-doc! Still here, grinding away under the tutelage of Dr. Rezen."
Anderson made a frowny face at Eric. They had come a long way from the
competitive relationship they once had. Eric had long since apologized for
trying to ruin Anderson's relationship with his ex, Bradley. The two became
chosen siblings for each other. Eric had to rebuild a network of friends
after moving back from California.

"Hey! My third year of sobriety is coming up! I want you and Bradley to
celebrate it with me. I'll be speaking at a twelve step meeting. Would you
guys be willing to come?"

Eric was a meth addict in recovery. After broken relationships and failed
attempts at recovery, his clean time was the one thing which he felt most
proud of.

"Of course! We'll come. But let's save a night for the three of us to
celebrate together!" Anderson knew Bradley had been planning something
special for Eric.

"Um....just FYI...there might be four of us." Eric hesitated to let Anderson
know he was trying very hard to screw the professor.

Anderson's jaw dropped and a mystified expression came over his face.

"You... and Dr. Rezen?" He was flabbergasted. Thinking it over a bit, he
tried to process the feelings of the two of them. Eric didn't know that
Anderson had hooked up once with Dr. Rezen. He wasn't sure he wanted to let
him know now.

"Go get it gurl! Ok. I got to get back to work now." Anderson bustled back
to his space and tried to focus.

Eric walked to the wooden door that held Dr. Wellington Rezen's name on it.
The office was set towards the back of an older building, with heavy oak
doors and engraved writing. The handle was ancient and a bit rusty,
creaking under Eric's hand as he opened it to Wellington sitting at his
computer and typing. Wellington looked over at Eric's face and gave a
smile. His bespectacled face reflected on the monitor screen.

"Are you feeling better now?" Rezen asked.

"Ugh....not really. I'm sorry about last night. It was bad....for both of us."
Eric didn't want to bring it up, but when he got nervous he couldn't stop
talking about it.

Rezen leaned back in his chair and motioned for Eric to close the door
behind him. Patting a space on his lap he instructed Eric to come sit down.

"Ooph...You're a big boy" Wellington had miscalculated how muscular Eric
was. Though trim and athletic, the muscle was a lot to hold up on one knee.

"Ok...change of plans, I need you on both knees." He patted the other knee
and felt his kneecap breathe a relief as the weight was redistributed.

"How do you feel?" Wellington asked, looking at the soft cotton material
lacing Eric's back. He consciously kept his arms draped on the armrests. He
didn't want Eric thinking he was attached.

Eric sat in the office on Wellington's knees. He felt like a little kid.
Juvenile, naive against Wellington's body. Although they were physically
adults, the position made him feel silly.

"Like a kid."

"Why does sitting in my lap make you feel like a kid? Do only kids sit in
each other's laps?" Eric heard Rezen's voice come from behind him.

"No...but I feel like I can't relax after farting on camera last night. I
feel like I'm a little kid being disciplined by his principal."

"I'm not your principal, Eric. And farting is very natural. The reason you
don't feel like an adult with me is because you don't see yourself as an
adult." Rezen said.

"An adult understands that people fart, people need to pee. An adult knows
that women don't go to powder rooms just to powder their nose. An adult
knows that you can make a fool of yourself trying to please other people."

Eric felt the words hit hard. Even though Rezen had told him many times
that it was ok, did he really mean it? Was there some invisible red line
somewhere when Eric would be labeled as a crass barbaric creature?

"One day Eric, you're going to meet somebody who loves you for who you are.
And that person isn't going to care if you fart, if you get a little
wrinkly...or gain weight. That person will think you're beautiful and sexy
regardless of those things."

"Yeah, but just because you know people fart doesn't mean you want them
farting on you. Don't tell me you're INTO that stuff."

Eric heard Rezen's voice chuckle behind him.

"Haha! No. But it wouldn't be so bad if I was either. Fetishes are
different from acceptance. I don't romanticize the fact that you have
normal bodily functions. I just accept that you do. You young men...you
think everything has to be hot. Everybody has to be hot all the time."

Eric could hear the eye roll from behind him.

"But people wake up groggy and messy more often than not. Sometimes you
made a mess in the kitchen and you leave the dishes in the sink overnight.
That happens too. Sometimes want to have sex after they've eaten... a
burrito."

Eric had to laugh at that idea.

"Are you telling me you like me enough that I could eat a burrito before we
had sex?"

"Maybe. But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"The burrito? Or sex?" Eric wanted to know when he could get fucked.

"Either/Or. Nonexclusive." He heard.

Eric felt something within his body relax, and he leaned back a bit,
letting his back rest against the smooth fabric on Wellington's chest.

"Welly...I really like you."

"I know. But you like anybody with a big dick. I'm not just anybody."

It hurt Eric to hear him say that. But he didn't know what to say.

"Ok...I get it. I'm sorry."

Eric felt two long arms circle around his waist and he felt a strong and
sharp chin rest against his back.

"Patience...We wouldn't be here together if we didn't like each other."

They sat there together in Rezen's office, door shut and body leaning
against body. Eric listened to the sound of Rezen breathe. He thought about
how much he liked Rezen, how he wished he could prove to him that he liked
HIM and not just his dick. Listening to the sound of his breath, Eric tried
to look for a unique identifier, as if by listening closely enough, he
could hear some property of Wellington's breathing nobody else could. He
could not.

"Feel better now?" Rezen asked him.

"Yes." Eric felt funny, but he couldn't explain how.

"Ok. So we still have one important thing to do."

Rezen took a short pause, he knew he was about to make a big ask.

"I want you to pretend like you're riding my cock here in my office. We're
going to make a lot of noise so that Anderson outside knows what's up. Ok?"

"Why do we got to pretend? We could do the real thing!" Eric wanted to
seize the moment.

"Don't ask questions, just do it. I want to make Anderson jealous, ok?"
Eric wished he could see the Cheshire grin that Rezen had on his face.

What ensued was some of the greatest acting Eric had ever done. He popped
up and down on the chair, pushed his arms against the desk and thumped
thumped thumped on Rezen's lap. Twisting his body up, he moaned, groaned,
and sang his Hallelujahs to Rezen's amazing sexual prowess. He was able to
pace himself, create build up, and bring himself to stage a climax all
within 30 min.

As they finished, Rezen quickly groped his shirt a bit, feeling up and down
his abs and chest, and unbuttoned his pants so that the fly was a bit open.
Pushing Eric up he walked out the door and told Eric to follow him after
about 60 seconds.

As Eric stood up he stumbled outside trying to button his pants and
straighten his frumpled t-shirt. Rezen had dashed his hair a bit so that he
looked extra disheveled.

Anderson was waiting outside, his face a little red in embarrassment as he
made eye contact with Eric. The Saturday meant that only he had been in the
lab with Eric and Dr. Rezen, whether by luck or design. Eric had a feeling
it was by design.

Sweeping the hair back from his face he gave Anderson a cheeky smile and
waved.

"Lunch time."

He walked outside and down the stairs to find Rezen loitering outside the
hall with a big fat grin on his pocket.

"So what was that all about? I'm pretty sure Bradley's got Anderson on
lockdown. You're not going to get any ass there." Eric felt surprisingly
happy with their little fake romp.

"That, young Jedi...is what you call a baseline. Now that I know what you
sound like when you're faking it, you won't be able to deceive me when it
counts."


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To be continued...