Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2011 16:08:18 -0400 From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com> Subject: Tim's Story Pt.2 New Love, First Love Series Tim's Story Part 2 Well, I did it. I moved in with Paul Atkins. As far as everyone else was concerned it was a move of convenience. Paul had a large house and was a bachelor. I was living in digs, which was unsatisfactory. He was being nice offering to rent me a room with the free run of the rest of the house. The Chief Pilot realised it would help my finances if I could save on petrol by coming into work with Paul, so we were almost permanently rostered together. Poor Third Officer, everyone wanted to help. My hardest lesson was learning how to be around Paul without behaving like a little puppy, and looking at him all the time with eyes that oozed love. Jesus that was difficult. If he was walking towards me I thought how great his cock was, hidden by his uniform of course. If he walked away from me I thought about his cute butt. Whatever, it always resulted in me having a hard on. I learnt not to look at him when we were flight planning, not to look at him at all unless he was talking to me direct. God it was so difficult, I loved him with every fibre of my body. And the sex, every night and during our days off, the sex. I couldn't get enough of him, my bottom obviously got used to his man rammer. He called me a male nympho and he was probably right, but only with him. I worshipped his monstrous phallus, but only because it was his. One morning at home, the sun was shining, the temperature was perfect and we were having breakfast on the patio. Paul was looking through a new design catalogue, we were going to redevelop one wing completely, making the rooms bigger, he was totally absorbed allowing me to just drink in the look of the man. He looked up and I said, as our eyes met, "Hello funny face, I love you." He laughed and said, "Who are you calling funny face, are you looking for trouble?" I grinned back at him and said, "Yes, I'm looking for trouble, you don't beat me any more. I don't think you still love me." His eyes darkened and he looked at me like thunder. "Don't jest lover, I can't control myself when I have started on you like that." "You thrilled me the first time you beat me, I have never orgasmed like it since or felt so completely alive since. You were angry the second time when you raped my arse for so long and I half asked for it anyway. You never treat me like a slave anymore. I committed to you and you treat me like any other lover would. Don't get me wrong Paul, I love what we have, it's just that I believe we could have more. We did that first time away, why not now?" "Supposing I do what you ask and treat you like a slave, and beat you occasionally when you irritate me, and lose it again. What then?" "You won't, I know you won't. I scared you last time, you will exercise more control if we ever get to that level of annoyance again, but I have learnt Paul. I know not to piss you off in public. I will never be that stupid again." "Well you are pissing me off now with this conversation. Do you want me to beat you and rape you?" "Oh yes please Master." I said with a wicked grin on my face. He looked at me hard for just a minute and then said, "Wait here." He was gone for nearly an hour, when he came back he had padded foot and wrist shackles that I recognised as pipe brackets he had left over from a guttering job. They had ropes secured to them. He also had some of the rattan canes he had bought for the garden saying that bamboo didn't last long enough. The last thing was weird. It looked like a gag but in the middle it had a ball with a hole in it only it was oval, like a rugby ball. "Okay slave, take your clothes off, all of them." I looked round sheepishly and said, "What about the neighbours?" "Don't query my commands, do as you are told slave." I looked at him hard for a minute and lowering my eyes said, "Yes Master, I'm sorry Master." When I was standing naked before him he passed the four shackles to me and told me to put them on my wrists and ankles. "Now come with me." He said walking to the centre of the patio where I knew neighbours could see if they looked over the garden fence. He brought out a small stepladder and climbed it to secure my wrist ropes over the arbour, spreading my arms about four feet. He did the same with the ankle ties to the side of the arbour with my feet about four feet apart as well. Then he left me, went back to his catalogue and continued reading it. I complained so he told me to be quiet. He had tied me facing the house so I could watch him, but he didn't look at me once. I complained again and he brought the weird thing to me. "Open your mouth." So I did and he stuck this thing in and tied the ends round the back of my head. It was a gag of sorts. It stopped me talking or biting my teeth together but did not restrict my breathing in any way. Then he went back to his catalogue. He left me for nearly an hour during which I was on tenterhooks in case a neighbour looked over the fence for any reason. When he came back to me he said. "You are a distraction, I am going to give you a good hiding and send you to bed." He ran his hands all over my body in a gentle caress until I had an erection. I was even more worried about the neighbours now, but I couldn't complain. He pulled a couple of the canes from the bag testing their flexibility. When he found one he liked he stood to the side of me and said. "You want to be beaten, well now you can have your way. You are going to get twenty, I am going to take your gag out because I want you to count them. Your words however will be like this. `Number one, please Master can I have some more.' Nod if you understand." I nodded and he withdrew the gag, moved to the side of me and delivered a blow to my buttocks. "Number one, please Master can I have some more?" As soon as I finished asking I received the next one. "Number two, please Master can I have some more?" The rattan stung, but not too bad. It was in fact very erotic, he was being crafty again, the strokes set up a tingle that had me erect and incredibly hard in no time. I lasted until number six before the tingling became actual pain and I started to squirm and lose my erection. "You are right, I can control it." He undid my bonds and told me to go and lie over the patio table with my legs spread as wide as they would go. When he appeared in front of me he was naked as well with a full erection. My head and arms were dangling over the far edge of the wrought iron table so it was easy to suck him and play with him when he commanded it. "Make my cock very wet, it is the only lubricant it is going to have when I ram it up your slutty arse." I did willingly. I was in a little pain but his cock was as always a magnet for my mouth. The months we had been together had not lessened by one jot my lust for his man rammer. When it was dripping with my spit he went round behind me using his own spit to lubricate my arse before sliding into me. I squealed with the pleasure, particularly as his pubic bush hit my tingling cheeks. It was bloody marvellous. "That should bring the neighbours running," he said. I was mortified and despite the sensations rocketing around my body my eyes were switching to either fence praying that no one would look over at what was going on. Paul shagged me for ages before he started to play with me and I was, as before, bordering on an orgasm in seconds. He recognised my imminent ejaculation and squeezed the end of my cock hard saying, "You will cum only when I tell you to. Do you understand me?" "Yes Master, I understand." He continued ramming his beautiful cock into me and playing with mine but always stopping me painfully at the last minute when I wanted to cum. He went on for what seemed hours before I felt him swelling in me and powering towards an orgasm. I was with him all the way, having been stopped at least five times. When we did orgasm both of us yelled with the intensity of it. We were both milked dry before Paul slid off me into one of the patio chairs gasping for breath. I did the same and thanked the Lord for our padded seats. My arse was on fire inside and out but what an orgasm. My lover looked shattered, and I felt shattered. "Well, is that what you wanted?" "Oh God yes Paul, six strokes was just about the limit I could take, but it was fantastic." "I might keep it at six next time as well if you don't piss me off too much beforehand." I slid across onto his lap and gave him an extra special loving kiss. "You see, you did control yourself. I shall be sore tomorrow but I will be fine for work." "You are amazing lover, do you know that?" I almost purred, "Thank you Paul, but only with and because of you. I don't think I will ever have enough of your cock and everything else that goes with it. You have no idea how difficult it is for me to behave myself when we are at work. I want to touch you all the time, particularly down here," I touched his cock as I said it and he laughed. "I feel the same way about your butt you know, but self control protects us. Tim, do you also know that I have never slapped or beaten a boy friend before I did it to you that first stop over together." "Really, why me then, latent Sado Masochistic tendencies," I said laughing. "I don't know, I just get so turned on when I slap or beat your butt, maybe it's just your butt is so cute when it is red, and it goes double when you beg me to stop. Now, get your arse up to bed I want to make love to you properly." "Oh yes Master, I would love that." By the time Paul arrived, I was on my back in the centre of our bed with a tube of gel out on the bedside table and a steaming hard between my legs. "Roll over, I think I want to beat your arse a few more times to really get me in the mood." I was a little sore from the last beating so I was alarmed at the mention of another one, but I did as I was told. Squatting between my legs he started to caress my butt very gently with his hands. He can paddle both cheeks at once in this position I thought and lay there quite tensed waiting for the first slap. I was just beginning to relax when it happened. A quick little slap on one cheek, I nearly jumped out of my skin with the shock of it. He rolled over to lay on the bed beside me laughing fit to bust. "All this beat me, beat me stuff, you don't really like it do you? You were wound up like a clock spring just then." "You bastard, of course I don't, but I love the incredible orgasms I have afterwards. Got to experience the lows to appreciate the highs, remember." He pulled me on top of him and for the next eternity, he kissed my face, my neck and most wonderfully my lips with tender loving kisses that had me almost ready to orgasm. I was then rolled over onto my back and he continued kissing me, working his way down my body, nibbling on my nipples until I started to squirm with the pleasure of it, then on down to my navel and beyond. When he took my cock in his mouth I arched my back with the shock and pleasure of it and came in his mouth immediately. "I'm sorry Paul, I'm sorry, I tried not to." "It's ok, I'm so proud that I can make you cum so readily. I can take my time now." With that he started all over again on my front, turned me over and did the same with my back. Kissed and licked my butt cheeks, opened my legs and nearly made me cum again, licking, prodding and sucking at my love hole. "Oh Paul, please stop for a minute I can't take any more of that pleasuring without cumming again." "Ok lover. How would you like to pleasure my man rammer for a while?" "Yes please." He was on his back with me between his legs devouring his cock and balls before he had time to think. I licked and kissed every square millimetre of that wonderful phallus, sucked and played with his balls, rimmed him like crazy and was rewarded for that by watching his legs pull up and back as far as they would go to allow me clear access to his man pussy. He was panting with the excitement of it before he said, "Fuck me quick Tim and then I am going to do the same to you." I was lubed up and inside him so quick he hardly had time to blink. It was so warm and soft inside him and my long slow strokes kept me from cumming for a little while giving us both so much pleasure. He cheated then and started working his butt muscles, I came in great spurts of my love juice and squealed with pleasure. But, the real pleasure came next. He entered me gently this time working his way into me in short strokes, an inch out, a couple in repeating it until I had him all. Of course, I was hard again, I knew I would be. I could orgasm ten times and still get hard when he entered me. I loved it when Paul fucked me on my back. I could watch the changing emotions in his eyes. When he looked at me, I could see the love and desire shining down on me from his beautiful dark brown eyes. I whispered to him, "You can't even begin to know how much I love you inside me. Your monster owns me, it devours me, I feel I could take two of them together I want it so much." He leant forwards and planted a deep and sensual kiss on my lips before upping his tempo and thrusting hard and deep into my insides. "Oh Paul I'm cumming again, I can't stop, please fuck me hard." My orgasm was incredible again, the tensing of my muscles sent Paul over the top as well, and he pumped another ton of his love juice into me. He rolled me over onto my side so that he could lie alongside me and stay embedded in me. I felt him going soft but I gripped him with my sphincter to stop him slipping out. We lay in each other's arms for an eternity with his cock still inside me. I thought I was going to die of happiness. Our eyes were only inches apart when he looked into mine and said to me. "You know Tim, you are the centre of my universe and I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you." Soppy thing that I am, I just burst into tears and clung to him like a limpet while great sobs wracked my body. I don't think I had ever been so happy in my life. His hand was gently caressing my back and side, my buttocks, oh so gently my buttocks, it felt fantastic. A gentle tingle as his hand slipped over the inflamed cheeks of my butt. Yes, I was getting an erection again. But I fell asleep in his arms, too many emotions assaulting my brain at once I just switched off. When I woke he was gone, I felt empty inside. I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted him to totally possess me, devour me and make me one with him. My love for him was all consuming. How lucky I was. How loved I was. I truly was his slave for as long as he wanted me. I slid out of bed and took a shower before dressing in shorts and T-shirt and going down to the kitchen. No sign of Paul. I called, no answer. I went into the garden, no Paul. I looked out the front towards the garages, both open, only my car there. I began to wonder where he had gone. An hour later I was getting worried, he never went out without letting me know where he was going. Then I heard his car crunch on the gravel of the drive. I was at the front door to meet him. "Where have you been, I was worried." He kissed the tip of my nose, which tickled. "I hoped you might still be asleep when I got back. I have a couple of toys you might like. Come on, up to the bedroom." He led the way and I followed like a little puppy dog. "What do you have there? Is it for me? Come on you can tell me." "You are getting annoying again Tim, do you want me to chastise you again?" I shut up, my bottom was still tingling. A nice tingle but another beating would change that. As we entered the bedroom Paul said, "Get undressed again and lie on the bed on your tummy with your head facing away from me. Do it Tim." A bit menacing so I did. He shed his clothes quickly, spread my legs and got between them. He was unwrapping something and then he lubed my arse. He started to enter me but I realised suddenly it wasn't him. The feeling was wrong. It was as big as him but not him. I twisted my head round and realised he was fucking me with a dildo. "What the..." "Shhh, you said you wanted me inside you all the time, I can't manage that so I have bought you this. We can make up a harness and round the house you can have this up your arse as long as you like." He was smiling as he said it and I saw the funny side of it too and rolled up with laughter. "Very funny Paul, not! It's not you even if it is as big. I don't know that I am going to want this inside me for long even as a substitute." "Don't worry, familiarity breeds." He said laughing uncontrollably now. "But that's not all." he said through his giggles. He pulled the dildo out and inserted a butt plug. "Now get up and walk round the room. How does that feel?" "Hmm, pretty fantastic actually." I wiggled my hips around a bit as I walked and then walked normally "Wow Paul, if I have that inside me when I am out I reckon I could make myself cum by wiggling my butt. Wouldn't that be something?" "Ok slave. For the rest of today you are going to keep the dildo inside you, and tomorrow when we go to work you are going to wear the butt plug." "Oh no Paul I was only joking, I don't mind wearing either for a little while round the house but not all the time and not out." "Tim, I'm not offering you the choice. On your own admission, you are my slave, well slave you are going to do as you are told or I will punish you severely. Understood." "Yes Master." I said, not very happy. The problem with the butt plug was that I kept getting a hard on when I moved because it was so sensual having this huge thing stuck in my arse all the time. I also walked a bit funny as well, which got a few comments from the other pilots and ops staff. In flying overalls, I had no problem with visuals, but in my uniform trousers, the bulge of my all too frequent erections was impossible to hide. "Bit horny today are we Tim?" said one of the other Captain's, laughing as he slapped my butt playfully. It was ok only being 21, but because I only looked about 16 the other pilots tended to treat me like a little boy. I had passed my CAA Instrument rating and been promoted to 2nd.Officer but still got the little boy treatment. Even my peers tended to treat me like a little brother. In some ways it was really nice because I always felt safe, like I had my own protection squad. They mostly thought it was a bit weird that I spent all my free time with Paul instead of with them but I didn't believe anyone suspected the truth. I was only made to keep the butt plug in for that one day at work, Paul said it was because he couldn't keep a straight face when he looked at me. He was worried he would give something away, but he did make me wear it when we went out on our days off. Clever of him really, because it kept me so horny that our lovemaking became almost violent in its intensity. If he added in a little chastisement, my orgasms were almost heart stopping in their intensity. Our life together settled into a comfortable regime and despite the fact that we were convinced no one knew our secret all our social invitations were for Paul and Tim. I think I realised this before Paul. "Our friends must know Paul, it wouldn't be normal to receive all these invitations addressed to both of us if they didn't accept us as a couple." "No, you're wrong Tim, it's because they perceive us to be such good friends that with no girlfriends on the scene they want to keep the numbers even." He was deluding himself I was sure. And I was proved correct a few weeks after our conversation. We accepted an invitation to one of the larger of the summer seasons BBQs from a close friend. When we walked in our host took us both by the hand and led us to another couple of guys. "Tim, Paul, I'd like you to meet Alex and Ray, I'm sure the four of you will get on very well." Robbie handed drinks to us and left us to talk. "How long have you two been together?" Alex said. Paul immediately went on the defensive, "What do you mean, together?" Alex looked uncomfortable with the obvious aggression in Paul's voice. "I'm sorry Paul, Robbie said you were the nicest couple he knew and hoped we would get on well together. We have known him for years." I put my hand on Paul's arm and said, "A little over a year now Alex." I hoped Paul would accept that we were now effectively outed as far as these friends were concerned. We didn't socialise with work colleagues so I thought it ought to be ok. Paul relaxed a little and apologised. The rest of the party went well. It was nice to have another gay couple to talk to. I had begun to feel a little isolated. Only my great love for Paul kept me from complaining. Later on, when a lot of people had left Paul cornered Robbie and said, "How long have you known Rob?" "Oh ages Paul, you would have to be blind not to know. You two ooze love for each other out of every pore." "Oh my God, who else knows?" "I think most of our friends Paul, we don't talk about it openly but no one ever queries the fact that two very attractive bachelors are never seen with a girl and never accept separate invitations. They all talk about the two of you as an item so I guess they all know and accept. Alex and Ray are openly gay and receive as many invitations as everyone else. I'm surprised you have never met them before." That night Paul was quite distraught. Being a black Captain had been difficult at times, everyone knowing he was a black gay Captain I could understand was likely to freak him out. I wondered how long it would take the word to reach the operation and what the reaction would be when it did. I didn't have to wait long. The big BBQ party was bound to have someone there that knew someone from the flight and so it was. I was hit with it first. I had to do a check ride with one of the Training Captain's to become a 1st. Officer, having now got the hours for my Air Transport Licence. Mike Houseman was a nice guy, he was very fair on check rides, knowing that we were all nervous he made allowances. So despite the fact that I hated them I usually performed pretty well for him and this was no exception. On the way back to the airfield he got chatty. "Good trip Tim, we'll debrief fully back at base, but I can tell you now you can put three bars up tomorrow and apply for your pay increase." "Thank you Sir, I appreciate that." "Tim, you ought to buy a house now with all this money coming in. Let it of course because I realise you are not going to move out of Paul's house." Alarm bells started ringing. "What do you mean Sir?" "Come on Tim, you don't have to be coy with me, a friend of mine was at Robbie Stevens party last week and confirmed what I have suspected for nearly a year now. I rather like it. Paul is a big macho guy but he is like putty in your hands. In addition, you have the most expressive eyes of anyone I know and every time you look at him, they just ooze love. He is a lucky guy you know." I blushed the same colour as a post box. Mike laughed fit to bust, patted my shoulder and said. "You are ok youngster, I think everyone on the operation suspects and they are all cool with it. We don't expect to see you holding hands and kissing any time soon but I don't think you need to be defensive about your sexuality." "Thank you Sir, I appreciate that but I am sure Paul will completely freak so I daren't tell him." "Perhaps I can find a way that will make it easier for the two of you, and Tim, now that you are a 1st. Officer I think we can do away with the Sir, except when we are actually on a check ride." "Thank you Sir, I'd like that." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When the invitation arrived, I nearly freaked because I suspected an ulterior motive but couldn't tell Paul. The Management of Maybank Aviation Request the pleasure of the company of Captain Atkins and 1st.Officer Lucas to a cocktail party to celebrate the promotion of 1st Officer Lucas At the Paramount Rooms 1900, Friday 22nd.August R.S.V.P Regrets Only, Dress - Formal Paul looked at me and said, "You are honoured I have never known the boss order this before." I didn't dare speak so I just went "Mmm." On the night, we turned up together, naturally, in matching Midnight Blue Tuxedos. Yeah dead giveaway but we never even gave it a thought at the time. Of course we knew everybody there and circulated separately among work colleagues and their wives and girl friends. Paul was chatting with a group of Captains and I was watching him as I chatted to the Chief Pilot's wife. "You look far too young to be a First Officer, Tim, you are terribly lucky but don't you sometimes have a problem with credibility?" I laughed and said, "No not really, I look older in uniform and I usually have a big macho Captain with me." looking pointedly at Paul. "Yes, all us ladies think he is terribly lucky to have you, and of course we all envy you having him as well, he really is a hunk isn't he? But don't you ever tell him I said so." I was flabbergasted and stammered terribly saying thank you. She laughed and said, "Don't worry Tim we are all very happy for the two of you, we thought this party would be a good time to let you both know you can relax socially and at work." At the same time one of the Training Captain's, Don McDonald, was having a similar conversation with Paul. "I don't know what we are going to do when Tim becomes a Captain, Paul. Stop over expenses are going to double, you two sharing a room has been very good, that is why you get so many of the overnighters. The rest of us are not lucky enough to be able to fly with our partners, so you had better make the most of it." Paul tried to keep his cool and replied, "Well I just found it easier to be able to discuss flight planning with him in the same room, and neither of us are particularly private people." Don laughed and said, "Come on Paul, I can't imagine being alone with young Tim and wanting to discuss Flight Planning if I were in your position. I am as straight as they come but I can see what a hot young man he is." Paul staggered, "What on earth do you mean Don?" "Paul this party is a sham. We laid it on because we all thought it was time that two of the most respected pilots on the operation knew that their relationship is ok with the rest of us." He kept trying to the end, "I'm sorry Don you still have me lost." "Ok, you call it any way you like Paul, but it is absolutely obvious to everybody else that Tim loves you to distraction and your protective attitude towards him would be bizarre if you weren't a couple. I'm sorry mate but you don't cover up love that easily." At that moment the Chief Pilot called for silence and proposed a toast. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to propose a toast to young Tim Lucas, he is looking to steal Paul's title as the youngest Captain the company has ever had. Also to Paul and Tim as partners, we all think it is time they were able to relax with their relationship wherever they are. To Tim and Paul, happiness and more success." Everybody toasted us and Paul looked at me and shrugged. We worked our way towards each other until only a foot separated us. Paul took hold of my shoulders pulled me in the last foot and gave me a gentle kiss right on the lips, I blushed more than I had ever done in my life, but everybody who saw it started clapping. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me up. "Make the most of that one Champ, I am not going to do that very often in public. With that, he turned and rejoined the group he had been with before. "Don, you're right, but I don't want to hear your stock of queer jokes tonight ok." They laughed and the rest of the evening went swimmingly for him. I was much more self-conscious about the outing and less comfortable. When two of my peers and their girl friends confronted me, I was ready for some grief. We had trained together but they were still Second Officers, not being lucky enough to have a mentor like me. Mark Hamill who I bunked with in training said. "Both of these girls are as jealous as hell of you Tim, they reckon you have the hunkiest man in the room. I am just overwhelmingly grateful that the two most gorgeous bachelors in the company are Gay. Mere mortals like me wouldn't stand a chance if you were straight. Congratulations Tim, you deserve this promotion, we know you worked for it and even if Paul is your lover we know he won't have let you get away with anything." They both shook my hand and once again, I blushed to the roots of my soul. It was a great night though and when we got home I just fell into bed exhausted, mentally. "Wow Paul that came from outfield didn't it. I didn't see that coming at all, and you kissed me in front of the whole company, how could you?" "They outed us tonight and I wanted to let them know in the most public way possible that I love you." "I love you too and it is going to be fantastic to be able to look at you now without worrying if people know what I am thinking." He laughed, fell into bed with me and was asleep even faster than me, but not before I had spooned into him and been seriously cuddled. Life was good when you were 22 and loved by a real man. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I haven't written another story in this series yet, no bright ideas for a story line I'm afraid. If any of you are interested enough to come up with some ideas I'll happily turn them into stories. I hope you've enjoyed this series so far and will let me know.