Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2005 18:30:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Foust <robertfst@yahoo.com>
Subject: Will and me part 5

Sorry for the long lag-time in between posts. Thanks
for everyone's feedback, both good and bad. I hope you
enjoy this installment.



Will woke me with a rough slap on the noggin. Not a
very pleasant way to begin the day, to be sure.

"My dick is hard, man. Gimme some relief," Will rasped
into my ear. My morning seemed brighter by the minute.
As I moved under the bed sheets, I was greeted with
Will's fat cock. And I eagerly engulfed Will's morning
wood. I could still taste myself on his cock from the
royal fucking that Will had given me just hours ago.
And it tasted good. Will, expert cocksman, began a
forceful plowing of my mouth and throat. And I came
just from his face fucking. His fat cock feed me a
very enjoyable breakfast.

All to soon, I was on my way into work, leaving Will
snoring loudly in my bed.

Just before lunch, Nick called to tell me that he was
back in Nashville, several days earlier than planned.
I could tell that he knew something was different
about me, just by the sound of his voice. We made
plans to meet for an early dinner that evening. And I
began to dread seeing him almost immediately.

Laney and I had a very important presentation to give
that afternoon, so the day passed quickly with a mix
of nervous energy before and the rush of a successful
completion after.

Just as I was walking to my car after work, Will
called.

"Hey bitch, get you warm mouth back here quick. My ass
needs a good lick-down."

"Uhm Will, I can't make it home right now. There are
still some loose ends that I have to tie-up here at
work. I don't think that I'll be free til pretty
late," I lied. And, much to my surprise, he totally
bought it.

"Ok, then. I suppose that I should get on to work
anyways. But, make sure that your sorry-ass picks me
up at eleven tonight," Will ordered, then hung up.

As I walked into the swank restaurant in Green Hills,
I immediately saw Nick seated at a table near the
rear. He eagerly rose as I approached.

"Man, you look like shit. What the hell's going on
with you?" Nick queried.  His green eyes made me feel
guilty as hell and I knew that I could not conceal
Will from him any longer. So I told him the whole,
sorted and sad tale. I felt as if I was having an out
of body experience as I recounted how Will had
dominated me during my high school years, how I had
slowly and painfully rehabilitated myself in college,
and how Will had suddenly forced himself back into my
life.

After I finished, I could not bring myself to look
Nick in the eyes, but I felt his hand enclose mine
from across the table. And I looked up with tears in
my eyes.

"Grant, I just want to know that you are ok. None of
the rest of that shit matters to me. That asshole
can't control you, unless you let him." Nick's voice
was the epitome of compassion and reassurance. But I
knew immediately that he had absolutely no idea of
what he spoke.  And that left me crestfallen.

I looked at Nick with tears running down my face and I
emptied my soul to the man I loved. I told him how
Will controlled me in high school, and how he
controlled me still. Little by little, I began to
notice that Nick comprehended more and more of the
absolute domination that Will had over me. He began to
look more and more unnerved by what he heard me
recount.

"So this is what has come over you in the past few
weeks. I was beginning to think that you were just
pulling away from me. That maybe you weren't that into
me anymore," Nick said with such heartfelt emotion
that I nearly broke down, again.

"Nick, I really like you; I may even love you. But
Will has a certain dominion over me that I can't
express, either. I love you, but Will controls me, and
I can't control that," I said, immediately realizing
that I surely sounded utterly ludicrous.

I felt myself flush, after noticing that the couple at
a near-by table was eavesdropping on us. "Shit," I
whispered, "those assholes behind you have been
listening to our whole conversation." I could barely
stand the thought of Nick knowing my deepest, darkest
secrets, but having total strangers know was too much.
I rushed towards the men's room.

As I splashed water on my face I thought, "Has my life
become such a fucking cliché that I'm splashing water
on my face in public restrooms?" I smirked at my
dripping reflection.

"Glad to know that you can still make yourself smirk
in that totally know-it-all, totally cute way," Nick
said from behind me.  "You don't think that I can
possible know what you're going through, but, as
usual, you're not giving me enough credit."

I turned around to find Nick much closer than I
thought he would be. We were face to face, crotch to
crotch. And he leaned into me, kissing me, opened
mouthed.  The total boldness that Nick displayed with
his public display of affection gave me a perverse
thrill.  I also felt a large bulge growing in his gray
slacks.

"Alright, big boy," I said, "lets get the hell outta
here."

The stress of pouring my innermost, and most guarded,
secrets to Nick left me totally drained.  Nick paid
the bill and guided me out to my car.

"So are you following me home, or what?" Nick looked
at me with such loving compassion that I nearly leaped
into his arms.

"I dunno, I kinda told Will that I would pick him up
at the gas station where he works and, uhm..." I
stammered, twisting my foot into the parking lot
pavement like a guilty little boy confessing to his
father.  Even so, it was no small wonder that I had
confessed this tid-bit to my lover.  I was very
self-impressed with all my progress-

"Wait. Are you telling me that this alpha dog works in
a fucking gas station! On the fucking night shift?!"
Nick responded, dumbfounded.  I was totally unprepared
for this retort, and it hit my solar plexus like a
swift kick.  Nick knew that I was a major snob and it
struck me that I had not even thought about Will's
total lack of career.  I mean, shit, he's thirty and
working the night shift in a gas station.  I looked
into Nick's face in utter bewilderment.  My mind began
to race, and suddenly I had one of those light-bulb
moments that Oprah is always yammering about: man,
Nick knows how to manipulate my feelings, and my
emotional state, nearly as well as Will.

"Look, Nick, I gotta go. I'll call you later in the
week, ok?" I croaked out.  Even as he protested, I got
into my car and speed off, my mind still skipping from
one thing to the next: so Nick is a manipulator too--
but maybe he's just looking out for my best
interests-- but what the fuck does he know about my
best interests-- maybe its just me-- do I just attract
domineering and manipulative men-- more likely, I'm
attracted to them-- no, this can't all be my fault--
cannot fucking believe that Will's a fucking clerk at
a Kwiki Mart-- should have picked the steamed veggies
side instead of the sweet potato-- Nick looked totally
hot in his gray suit-- but those damn Pic-and-Pay
shoes of his are atrocious-- shit it's nearly 10--
LANEY!

I knew that I had to talk all this out with Laney, she
was sure to have a silver bullet for all this
nonsense.  But the bitch would not answer my call. So
I just drove around town until nearly eleven. And I
picked Will up. And drove him back to my place.

We made idle chit-chat as we drove across town and
ever time I looked over at him he made me a little
harder.  Fuck, he was beautiful in that manly way. He
exuded that certain something that made him the alpha
of any pack. And he always had. So why the hell was he
a fucking clerk at a Kwiki Mart? On the fucking swing
shift?  My mind was swimming as we walked into my
place.  Will did not give me much time to contemplate
his station in life- he was far to busy dictating my
position: on the floor, at his feet, ready to give him
a blow-job.

Will whipped his cock out of his pants and held it,
threateningly, just out of the range of my mouth and
tongue.  I looked up pleadingly at Will and lunged at
the large mushroom head, which he again moved away
from my mouth.

"You know that I set the pace, not the other way
around Granty," Will said as he began to rub his cock
over my face.  I reveled in his abuse of my face with
his dick. "It never ceases to amaze that you get off
on me dick slapping you," Will said as I looked
lustfully up at him.  It was like a flashback to the
old days.  Something in my brain clicked and I was
absolutely back into my high school cock-sucker mode:
I became a pliable orifice for Will's total sexual
enjoyment. And I fucking loved it.

Will feed me his 9 inches of meat slowly, feeling my
gullet with his right hand as I took him deeper into
my mouth.  I had forgotten that Will loved feel my
throat as he face fucked me.  I knew, therefore, that
my mouth was fixing to get worked out.

Will power fucked my face, causing a stream of tears
from my watering eyes and a gush of slobber from my
aching mouth.

Will withdrew his man-rammer and declared, "I wanna do
one of our old, patented positions, so get you're ass
into the bedroom and lay flat on your back, head
hanging over the side."

As I positioned myself, as directed, I thought
bemusedly about how Will had first taught me, my head
hanging over his bed, how to take his entire cock,
using this same technique.

Will aligned his cock with my gaping mouth and thrust.
 He leaned down and put his large hand around my neck
to feel his dick stretch my throat.  Will's large
balls mashed into my eyes.  In my anticipation to
ready my position, I hadn't taken a very large breath
and I was soon feeling the need to get a breath.  Will
dick was so fat, I couldn't get any air while my
throat was impaled with him.

As the need for air quickly became urgent, I swung my
hands up onto Will's abdomen and pushed.  Will didn't
move a muscle, if anything, he shoved his cock into my
mouth even farther.  Just as I began to get frantic,
Will began to remove his cock from my mouth.  I heaved
in huge gulps of air, as he laughed and laughed.

"Dude, do you think I want to kill you? I can't even
image what the coroner would put down as the cause of
death 'Choked by big dick'?" This witticism only
caused another round of laughter from Will.  Still
laughing, Will began to long dick my mouth and throat,
slowly increasing the speed and intensity of his
fucking.

I saw his ball sac tighten and I knew his climax was
imminent, so I began to jack myself off.  I came
quickly, my moans of pleasure muffled by the fat dick
down my throat.  Too soon, Will orgasmed as well.  The
first spurt went directly into my throat, but he
withdrew in time to pump several volleys onto my chest
and face.

As Will cleaned the cum off my face and fed it to me,
I realized that someone was coming down the hall.

"Hello, Grant... your door was open. Where are you?"
It was Nick and he rounded into my bedroom just in
time to see me sucking cum off Will's fingers.