Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2008 10:00:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stoopid Marrieds, Beginnings

Kyle looked at the clock.

	The new salesman, Robert Raider, was supposed to show up at 3
p.m. to show off his company's new line. Kyle had talked with Robert a few
times on the phone, but had no idea what he looked like. The shop could use
some fresh merchandise, so Kyle was excited to see what Robert was
bringing.

	Kyle had opened his gift emporium a few years ago, a few years
after the nasty divorce from Karen ("the bitch", her mother's own nickname,
not his). He plunged himself into his store, ignoring a social life. But he
kept an eye open.

	His customers liked him, a lot. Some of the old ladies would pinch
his butt when his chiseled chin was turned away, showing off his
shimmering, jet-black hair. His near-deep voice resonated with many of his
female clientele, and a few men, even a few married ones. He stood at just
6-foot, nice build, deep brown eyes.

He blushed inside as he remembered Carter, the married guy who bought all
his wife's gifts at Kyle's store. New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, Easter,
Mother's Day, even July 4! Boxes of candy, collectible figurines, unique
stationary. Carter always seemed to be flirting with Kyle, the way Kyle
would flirt with his female customers to help get a sale, or tack on that
exra item.

	Carter had even slipped Kyle Carter's private cell phone number,
but Kyle had just slipped it in the desk drawer. When Rachel, Kyle's
assistant, found the name and number, Kyle made an excuse and tucked it in
a pocket, but never threw it away.

	Kyle checked the clock.

	Robert seemed to be running a little late. Kyle considered calling
the salesman's cell, but thought to wait a few more minutes. Kyle's store
was closed today, but he was going to open for the salesman, place his
order, then shove the guy out and hit the bars. Kyle didn't really like any
of his salesmen, or saleswomen. The men were either old or pushy; the women
were either homely or pushy. Well, that may be a bit harsh for the women;
most of them just tried too hard.

	Kyle's store was in a small to medium market, so it was training
ground for most salespeople.

	The phone rang.

	Kyle checked the clock.

	"Hey, it's Robert. Just running a little late in the snow. I think
I'm sitting outside your shop," Robert said. His voice was in that middle
rang of sounds most men have. Kyle envisioned some guy in his 50s, a bit
too skinny, at the end of his sales career; or in his 20s, sharpening his
sales skills on Kyle's profits.

	Kyle went to the door, and unlocked it, glancing toward the
metallic red Mustang out front. "So much for in his 20s," Kyle thought.

	Robert stepped from his Mustang as snow started to fall. Kyle
opened the door for the handsome man dragging a couple of bags behind
him. Robert looked to be about Kyle's age, just a little shorter, medium
brown hair, pale green eyes.

	"Come on in, Robert," Kyle greeted.

	"Call me Bob. Nice to meet you, too."

	Kyle locked the door and lead Robert to the conference
table. Robert pulled out catalogs and samples, and settled in for the
presentation.

	"Have a good trip?" Kyle asked, watching the processed trees hit
the carved, 4-legged tree.

	"Yes. No traffic issues. Good weather, except for what's falling
right now. No problems," Robert said. "I don't even have to worry about
what time I get home."

	"Why's that?" Kyle asked, intrigued by the comment.

	"When I make a 3 p.m. sales call, Janet doesn't expect me home all
that early. Some sales calls have lasted up to 6 hours," Robert said,
laying out the final catalog.

	"Wife?"

	"Yep, 2 years. Only feels like 20," Robert half joked.

	"Ouch, dude," Kyle responded.

	"Let's talk gifts," Robert steered the conversation from his life
to the merchandise.

	Five catalogs and 3 hours later, the pair took a break.

	"Bathroom?" Robert asked.

	"This way."

	Kyle led Robert to the back, through his small stock and storeroom,
to the bathroom. "It's not pretty, but it works," Kyle said.

	"Great." Robert didn't close the door, but went about his business,
still talking. "How long have you owned the store, Kyle?" Robert asked,
kind of looking over his shoulder toward the owner.

	"Um, about 3 years. I opened it from scratch. Bought the building
and renovated it, top to bottom," Kyle answered, kind of turning away.

	"What's upstairs?" Robert asked.

	Kyle had bought a double-storefront in the downtown area, a 2-story
structure with an interesting façade. The first floor was totally
converted to retail space, with the back room and a small conference area
Kyle rented out for small meetings.

	Upstairs, one side was storage, and the other was Kyle's living
quarters.

	"You live upstairs? That's awesome, man," Robert said, turning
around, surveying the restroom. His cock was hanging out, giving Kyle an
unobstructed view. Robert wasn't huge, but he wasn't small either. Robert
tucked and zipped, and started washing his hands.

	"I'd love to see it after we finish up the catalogs," Robert said.

	"Sure," Kyle stuttered, flustered. "Let's hit the catalogs and be
done. You want anything to drink?"

	Kyle pulled a water and soda from the store refrigerator as Robert
washed and dried.

	An hour and a half later, Robert entered the last item and closed
up his computer, lugging bags out to his Mustang.

	"So what's a 30-something salesman doing driving a Mustang?" Kyle
pried.

	"Wedding gift from her daddy," Robert said, pointing toward the
license plate.

	"HISTANG"

	Kyle stifled a laugh.

	"I know. He still doesn't get it," Robert said. "Janet won't drive
hers. He won't let us change the plates, either."

	Through laughter, Kyle asked, "Why do you drive yours?"

	"It's a Mustang, man! And I pick up some pretty good ass, too,"
Robert winked. "Now show me your place."

	"You are a bad man," Kyle said, stepping outside the shop, then
turning and opening a door to the stairwell.

	"Yes, I am," Robert grinned evilly.

	The pair stepped into a large, loft-style apartment. Hardwood
floors, ceiling-to-floor windows, modern-style furniture, and a king-size,
industrial, 4-poster bed on a platform.

	"Damn, Kyle! This is a pad!" Robert was wowed.

	"Nothing much. Just stuff I've picked up here and there," Kyle
blushed at the compliment. "Although the bed is mine."

	"The bed" was on a 2-tiered platform, with 6-inch diameter rods
creating the 4-poster, and a canopy of chains finishing the look. "My was
loaded and cheated. I took enough to live comfortably. I figured the STD he
gave her would be punishment, too."

	"So were you two kinky?" Robert probed.

	"Kinky?" Kyle asked, confused. Then, "Oh, no. I just like a very
industrial look."

	"Wouldn't take much...those `posters' sturdy?" Robert smiled.

	"Yeah. That chain canopy weighs quite a bit," Kyle said. "Something
to drink?"

	"Sure," Robert said.

	Kyle headed to the far end of the loft, to the kitchen. It was
portioned from the rest of the loft by a counter with a set of cabinets
above.

	As Kyle fixed the drinks, Robert relaxed.

	When Kyle returned with the drinks, he found Robert naked, under
the metallic, silver sheets.

	"Um, hi?" Kyle asked. "Scotch?"

	"Thanks, stud," Robert grinned, pulling the sheets down a bit to
reveal a smooth, sculpted chest. He took the Scotch and gulped it down.

	"Bob, I guess I gave you the wrong impression?" Kyle asked shyly.

	"Not really. I like what I see, and if you're not curious or
interested, that's cool. I can put my clothes back on and go home to my
wife," Bob said, pulling the sheet completely away and sitting directly in
front of Kyle, "but I'm guessing you're at least curious to see what I have
to offer."

	Seven inches of stiff dick pointed at Kyle. A soft bush of groomed
pubes surrounded nice orbs with a light dusting of hairs. The hairs tapered
up to a six-pack of abs and nickel-sized nipples.

	Kyle locked eyes with Bob.

	"Okay, I guess I am curious."

	"Blow job. Me giving you one," Bob purred. "I even swallow."

	"Nasty, huh?" Kyle countered.

	"No. Manly. And why waste it?" Bob stood. "I ask nothing in
return. You're a good-looking guy. I'm a good-looking guy. Let's have some
fun."

	Kyle set his drink on the nightstand.

	"Let's see." He looked down.

	Bob leaned in to kiss Kyle, but Kyle turned his head. "Blow
job. Nothing about kissing."

	Bob grinned wide, and tugged Kyle's zipper down. He fished out a
barely stiffening dick as he knelt, taking the store owner's member in his
silky mouth.

	Kyle let him. He looked around the room as the married man sucked
his dick hard. Kyle looked down at the naked man sucking a dick sticking
through the zipper of Kyle's khakis. Kyle's shirt was still buttoned, his
shoes still on, as Bob slurped away on Kyle's 7-inch cock.

	Bob pulled Kyle's nuts through the opening as he deep throated
Kyle's cock. Bob slowly rubbed his ass up Kyle's bedside until Bob's butt
sat on the edge. He pulled back a bit, hoping Kyle would follow Bob's wet
orifice toward the bed. Kyle didn't follow. He did lean forward slightly
and maneuvered Bob onto the bed, until Bob's stomach was flat on the bed,
his butt cheeks providing a site for Kyle's brown eyes.

	Kyle started caressing behind each of Bob's ears, petting him. He
then pulled Bob off the store owner dick.

	"Like that cock, Robert?" Kyle asked, a harsh tinge in his voice.

	"I love dick, dude," Bob said, looking up at the cute and handsome
man. "Yours is very tasty, stud. Why don't you shed some clothes and join
me?"

	"Your quite the cock slut, Robert," Kyle stated. "Bet you like it
up the ass, too."

	"I love it up the ass, man! Ever dick a guy?"

	"Love it? How much cock have you had up that married hole, Robert?"

	"Dozens? I don't know."

	"Over a hundred?"

	"Well, yeah! Take a look."

	Bob got on all fours and hiked his butt up toward Kyle, arching his
back and reaching back and spreading his ass cheeks.

	Kyle looked down on a naked man on his bed, a clean pink pucker
winking through a small forest of brown hairs.

	"I'm clean, stud. I looked up your picture on line and decided to
go for it," Robert said, his face pressed down on the mattress, his ass
presented for Kyle's desires.

	"I'm guessing you're kinky," Kyle said, tentatively reaching out
and petting the pucker with his right, middle finger. "I mean, you asked
earlier. You say you like dick up your ass. You suck cock. I'll bet you're
the type that likes to be tied up, used, rode hard and put away wet, and
make your own porn of yourself so you can watch it later."

	"That makes me sound kind of whorish, but yeah," Robert
admitted. "Take pictures, film me! I love watching myself on tape."

	Kyle spit on Robert's pucker and shoved his fuck finger in deep and
swift.

	Robert gasped in surprise.

	Kyle held his finger inside, and found Robert's prostate, and
started massaging.

	"Oh, fuck," Robert moaned, starting a slow crawl across the bed,
enjoying the pleasure, but pulling away.

	Kyle didn't follow, instead crooking his finger, pulling Robert to
a stop. Kyle slapped Robert's left ass cheek with his left hand. "That's a
tight hole."

	"Thanks," Robert laughed. "The better to grip your dick, stud."

	Kyle deftly removed his digit from the warm cavern and walked to
the head of the bed. The bed had no head nor foot boards; open, with just
the 4 metal posters.

	"On your back, head over the edge," Kyle instructed.

	Robert scrambled into place, offering his mouth again for Kyle's
cock.

	"And the kinky?"

	"Oh, usually bondage. Sometimes her, sometimes him, sometimes me,"
Robert said.

	"Like being tied up?"

	"Sure, tie me up, Kyle."

	As Robert started sucking, Kyle massaged Robert's left arm,
massaging the limb and pulling it up, taut to Robert's shoulder. Robert was
getting teabagged, Kyle actually fucking the salesman's face, taking an
active roll in the sex for the first time.

	Robert heard a click and felt Kyle let go of his left arm, but it
stayed up, and Kyle started massaging Robert's right arm in the same
style. After a few minutes, another click and Kyle's hands started
massaging Robert's pert tits.

	Robert had saliva drooling all over his face, mixed with Kyle's
precum; he was lost in the face fuck.

	Kyle pulled his dick from Robert's throat. Robert kept sucking on
air for a few moments before he realized where he was.

	Kyle had used handcuffs to bind Robert's wrists to the metal
posters, and nipple clamps were on Robert's tits.

	Kyle grabbed Robert's cock and wrapped a leather strap around
Robert's nuts and cock, then just the cock, and then between the two balls,
binding Robert's genitals.

	Kyle silently stood at the foot of the bed, Robert barely able to
raise his head and observe.

	Kyle shed his shoes, then socks, followed by his pants and
underwear, the shirt covering the dick Robert had already seen and
sucked. Kyle peeled his shirt off, revealing a nice chest with a light
dusting of chest hairs, groomed on the pecs, shaved under their muscled
curve, diving toward his navel where it went natural.

	Kyle looked at the wet face of Robert.

	"Your face is a mess, married man."

	"Cover it with your cum, stud," Robert challenged, testing his
restraints.

	"I thought you swallowed?" Kyle chuckled.

	"Can't you do more than one load?"

	Kyle reached out and gripped Robert's rod, stroking it, noticing
some precum already coating the rigid staff.

	"Nice `tang'," Kyle said, starting to massage the perineum, Robert
starting to worry a little. He was truly bound. If he tried to pull up, it
hurt. If he tried to pull toward the head of the bed, he'd strain his arms
and be even more in pain. Kyle was controlling his movements. He had since
this started, Robert realized.

	Now, Kyle was stroking his cock and massaging below his
nuts. Robert was going to blow his load soon, and Kyle wasn't letting up;
he was increasing.

	Two fingers rubbed the precum piss slit, then shifted to his
ass-ring, the hand job continuing. Two fingers jabbed up Robert's ass,
instantly starting on the salesman's prostate, and Robert couldn't hold
back.

	A white stream of fluid arched from Robert's rod, spraying his
forehead, the second shot landing inside his mouth, the third coating his
chest; the rest landed between his pecs and the tip of his dick. The
fingers stayed in Robert's rectum as the jack hand started rubbing with the
thumb, the top of Robert's dick.

	"Oh, please, stop!" Robert screamed, "too much pleasure! Please,
man!"

	He sobbed as Kyle didn't relent. Robert's body finally relaxed,
then Kyle spread Robert's cum over his smooth body, giving the married
torso an after-sex sheen.

	The fingers kept working Robert's shitter.

	"Okay, man. I'm done," Robert finally signed and gasped. "Let up."

	"I'm not done." That was the sole reply.

	The fingers left Robert's ring, grabbing the left ankle as the cum
coated right hand made its way to the right ankle.

	"Dude. Seriously. I've cum!" Robert shouted.

	"Dude. You're still hard, and I haven't gotten off yet, and you
said you wanted more than one orgasm from me," Kyle responded harshly,
spanking Robert's ass. "Don't make me get the ball gag, married man."

	In the surprised moment, Kyle thrust his hips forward, plunging his
cock in Robert's ass, and holding it there.

	"Shhh. Be a man, Bob. You said you wanted my dick up your ass. You
said you wanted bondage. And your stiff dick seems to say `yes, yes'," Kyle
whispered. "Say `no' now, and I'll stop."

	Robert stared at his own cock, still stiff, actually dripping
precum.

	"Yes," he sighed, resigned.

	Kyle pulled his cock all the way to the ass ring, then plunged it
deep, then repeated the motion for several minutes, his body eventually
glistening with sex. Robert's ankles rested on Kyle's shoulders and Kyle
used this stiff member as a handhold, keeping Robert in place.

	After a few minutes, Robert started crying "harder, faster". After
10 minutes, he was yelling all sorts of sexual commands, demanding twisted
pleasures. After 15 minutes, he just sobbed with joy, pure ecstasy spread
across his face, and then he came again!

	Kyle cupped his hand above the spurting cock.

	As Robert subsided, Kyle took the cum coated hand to Robert's face.

	He buried his dick deep up Robert's ass. "Open your mouth."

	Robert did, and his own cum dripped into his mouth from Kyle's
hand, the fingertips tracing on Robert's lips.

	Once his hand was clean, he withdrew from Robert's ass and strutted
to the head of the bed.

	His stance was obvious -- suck my cock.

	"That's been up my ass, man. No way," Robert protested.

	"It's your own hole, married man. Can't do anything to you. I'm
ready to feed you my cum, stud," Kyle cajoled. "Your manhole was perfectly
clean. Time to feed on my sperm."

	Robert willing opened as Kyle applied precum from his cock to
Robert's lips like lipstick.

	Kyle had the head barely in as he started to unload. Robert wasn't
used to the position, gagging, shooting cum through his nose as he fought
to swallow.

	Kyle instantly realized the problem, the cuffs coming undone, and
Kyle flipped Robert onto his stomach.

	"Sorry, man," he said. After a minute, Robert's breathing returned
to normal.

	He grinned.

	"That was awesome!" he exclaimed. "Thanks, it was so intense."

	"You're welcome, married man stud," Kyle said, petting Robert's
neck, sitting beside the married man as he lay on his stomach. "You have a
very hot ass."

	"You have a very hot body and cock," Robert said. "I hate to, but I
need to go."

	"Shower's that way," Kyle said, pointing toward his bathroom.

	As Robert showered, Kyle changed the sheets and tidied up the
room. When Robert emerged from the bathroom, he couldn't tell what had just
happened.

	"Have a safe drive home to your wife," Kyle said, making Robert
feel a little uneasy.

	Two hours later, Robert arrived home, his wife already asleep. He
booted up his computer, thinking about the fun he'd had, reveling in the
one-night-stand, and checked his e-mail, finding one from Kyle.

	"Your eyes only" read the subject line.

	Robert opened the e-mail.

	Inside was a brief message: "Next week, same day, same time. Don't
disappoint. I think you'll find the attachment compelling."

	He opened the attachment; it started playing porn.

	Robert looked closely; it was him, saying he wanted to be tied up,
saying he wanted dick, he'd swallow, he'd had sex with more than 100 men.

	At the bottom of the video was "stoopidmarrieds.com" as it
continued to play.

	He checked the website. He was "stoopid".


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