Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2015 20:42:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Let Me Give You What You Want Chapter 1

      Thanks for reading, guys! This is a story I wrote a long time ago but
never sent in to Nifty until now. I will be posting new chapters soon.
Comments and ideas are always welcomed at jhtravus@yahoo.com

      If you're unfamiliar with my other stories, check out Horny Exchange
Student in the interracial/high school section and Getting My Moody Son to
Lighten Up in the incest section. I hope you enjoy this new series! Let me
know what you think!



      				Chapter 1


      So there I was, sitting across from my little sister and her new
beau, Troy, feigning my interest as she explained her "amazing" and
"miraculous" tale of the way she and Troy defied fate and met. Long story
short, she walked past him in sweats and he thought she was hot. What a
fucking miracle.

	"Well, sis, I'm really happy for you. And I hate to end this short,
but I really have to get back to the office. Troy man, it was nice to meet
you." I smiled and extended my hand to him. "Hope to see you again soon,
buddy."

	Even I had to admit this guy was handsome. My sister had a thing
for African American guys and this guy was all man. He took my hand a
gripped it powerfully and smiled back at me. This guy was an alpha, no
doubt about it. And I didn't feel threatened, even though I myself am also
an alpha. Instead I felt just respectful. We were both masculine guys and
he just commanded respect.

	"Uh, JasonÉ You said you were going?" Claire mumbled.

	"Oh! Yeah, see you guys later." I laughed and quickly made my way
out of there. Did I just get lost in my sister's boyfriend's gaze? What the
fuck was that about? I mean sure, the guy was handsome, but- fuck! I mean
not handsome, I meant powerful. Dudes don't call other dudes handsome,
Jason.

	I made the trek from the restaurant to the office. I was quick on
my feet and I liked the walk. My name is Jason Schroeder and I am 34 years
old. I like to think of myself as a perpetual bachelor. I personally don't
like being labeled as a man-whore but when confronted with the amount of
women I've slept with it would be hard to deny it. What can I say? I like
sex. And I'm good at it. I like to think of myself as confident and not
cocky. I take good care of myself. I have dirty blond hair that I keep
cropped neatly and my baby blue eyes always made me look way more innocent
than I really am. I was a swimmer in high school and all through college
per my scholarship. Fitness was important to me. And it got me laid. A
lot. If my body and looks were enough to clench the deal then my 10 inch
dick was just a bonus. I was a perpetually horny big dicked alpha male in a
city that rewards those qualities. I was 34 years old and I was having the
time of my life with no end in sight. It was a great time to be alive.


Two moths later I sat at the subway station reading the paper waiting for
the subway to go to work when I felt a presence sit down next to me.

	"Hey Jason. You doing alright?"

I looked up from my paper and there he was. I remembered him
instantly. "Troy! How's it going, buddy?" I smiled and shook his hand.

	"I assume Claire filled you in-?" He said, awkwardly.

	"Yeah, she told me. Sorry, man." I replied, sympathetically.

	"She's a wonderful girl. I just couldn't make it work out."

	"Don't worry, man. If it's any consolation she had nothing but nice
things to say about you. She said you're a good guy."

	"Yeah, well that's nice of her. And listen, I hope you and I can be
friends."

	"Yeah, I'd like that." I smiled. "So where are you headed?"

	"Well that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I
actually got a job at your office."

	I paused for a second. "Wait, what do you mean? My office?"

	"Yeah. I'm your new floor supervisor."

	"No kidding!" I said kind of fast, not sure how I felt about this.

	"So I really meant it when I said I wanted us to be friends. I
really like you."

	"Well I guess I lucked out then, having an in with the boss." I
laughed.

	"Exactly. It doesn't have to be weird if we don't let it be."

	"Yeah, I guess that's true Troy."

	"And besides, god knows I wouldn't want to feel the wrath of Claire
if I got her brother in trouble."

	"Yeah, you remember that, buddy."

	"Call me Mr. Bellamy, underling." He laughed, nudging me on the
shoulder.

	"Fuck off, work doesn't start for another half hour." I smiled,
really glad to know not only was this not going to be weird, but I had a
good rapport with my new boss.

	Work was great with Troy there. We started to become really good
friends. And it worked out because I sure as hell didn't want to put him in
a weird position by disciplining me so it made me work harder, so it was a
win-win. After a few weeks with Troy at the office he invited me out for a
few drinks to celebrate me making the most sales on my floor.

	"Thank god it was you." He said as we squeezed into a booth to look
at the drink menu. "I would have killed myself if I had to take Miller out
to celebrate."

	"Oh come on, he's not that bad. He just thinks everyone is
interested in his rock collection. It's actually quite impressive, the
things he's been able to find just in the tri-state area."

	"Yeah, well you have more patience than I do. That's why it's your
job to deal with customers and it's mine to keep your ass in line."

	I looked at him as he perused the menu. He looked so dignified as
his eyes ran down the list. Again, all I could think of when I looked at
him was how powerful he was. Even beneath the suit he was wearing I could
see he worked out. I was in great shape but I would be no match for him if
it ever came to it. Oh my god, why is my heart beating so fast? Fuck Jason,
it's like you have a crush on this dude. Snap out of it!

	"I think we should have a cabernet to start." He said, firmly.

	"Okay." I said, surprising myself at how quickly I said it. He was
just the kind of guy you say yes to.

	"So there's another reason why I was excited it was you who I got
to take out and not Miller." He said, looking directly into my eyes.

	"What do you mean?" I said, starting to sweat when I realized all
of his attention was on me. I couldn't explain it in any other way than I
just wanted to please this man. I didn't want to ever fail him.

	"I think you have a crush on me, Jason." He said simply, not even
blinking.

	"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said angrily. What the
fuck? Did this dude think I was gay?

	"I think you are attracted to me." He said again.

	"Dude, I'm not gay. And you know that." I said, firmly.

	"I didn't say you were gay." He said, simply. Again, he didn't
blink.

	Just how arrogant is this guy?

	"Look, dude. I'm not into dudes. And I'm kind of pissed off right
now."

	"Why does it piss you off if I think you're attracted to me?"

	"Because, man. I thought we were just friends. Are- are you gay?" I
questioned, defensively

	"I don't like to use labels." He replied, taking a sip of his
cabernet.

	"Fuck, man, what about my sister?"

	"What about your sister?" He said, still not losing his cool.

	"I mean, were you attracted to her?"

	"Of course I was. But this isn't about me."

	"I told you, I'm not gay."

	"Why are you blushing so much then, Jason?"

	Fuck, my face did feel flustered. But it was because this guy said
I was gay, not because I was into him.

      . . .Right?

	"I think you are attracted to me, Jason."

	"Fuck, man." I sighed.

	"Just calm down." He said, calmly, and he reached out his hand and
grabbed mine.

	"Dude, stop th-" I started to say, until I felt his grasp and
instantly my heart gave a jolt.

	"Just calm down." He repeated and he started rubbing my hand.

	"I'm not gay." I insisted, maybe more to myself than to him.

	"What are you so afraid of, Jason?"

	"I don't know, man. I've never thought about anything like
this. Ever."

	"Look at me in the eyes right now and tell me you want me to stop."
He said, commanding me to look at him.

	I looked right into his eyes and my heart gave a jolt again. Fuck,
what was happening right now?

	He gave a cocky smile and started right back into my eyes. Fuck, he
was handsome.

	"I think if you let me, I could help you uncover a deep part of
yourself that you never even knew was there. And I think you'd get off on
it."

	Get off on it? What the fuck was he saying? Like he was going to
have sex with me or something?

	"We can take things slow if you like, Jason. But I need you to let
me give you what you want." He said, his gaze never waving.

	"I don't know what you want me to say." I said, unsure of myself.

	"I want you to tell me to give you what you want."

	Fuck. There it was again. That unflinching, primal urge to please
him. There was no way I was going to say no. And at that moment I knew,
even if it wasn't tonight, that this man was going to fuck me. And I was
scared. Not because he was going to fuck me, but because I knew without a
shadow of a doubt that I wanted him to fuck me.

	The next thing to come out of my mouth would change my life
forever.  "I- . . .I want you to give me what I want."

	A smile crept up on his face but he still held his powerful
gaze. He knew he had won. The chase was over. And I had barely put up a
fight. He put his glass to his lips and finished the last of his cabernet,
relishing the taste on his tongue and putting his glass down cockily.

	"You won't regret it."


	He parked the car in the garage underneath the building and we just
looked at each other. Me, with a little a little mix of fear and intrigue
on my face and he with a look of pure satisfaction. He leaned over quietly
and began to put his lips against mine. I instantly gave in. Fuck this was
all so new to me. And yet it wasn't. I had been in his same position,
driving my future conquest home and taking their body into my hands and
kissed them while they submitted to me in the car, waiting for me to make
the next movie and take them to my bed. But this time I was the conquest. I
was the prey. He wanted me and I was going to let him have me. I was going
to let him use my body for whatever he wanted tonight. And it killed me
that he was right- I was going to get off on it. I had never felt such
passion for another human being before. And he was a guy. My whole persona
was crumbling as he took my tongue in his mouth and yet at the same time I
had never felt more confident and true to myself than that very moment. I
was so relishing the feeling of my lips against his when suddenly, he took
them away.

	"Let's get inside." He said, and his tongue left my mouth.

	Fuck, I was hard. I had never been this hard in my life. And yet I
knew I didn't want to wait in this car any longer when we could be inside
his apartment instead, all to ourselves. If anyone saw me like this it
would be painfully obvious that I was extremely aroused. For someone my
size it's difficult to hide. My cock was stretched obscenely across my leg,
throbbing with anticipation for whatever Troy had in store for me.

	"I see the issue." He laughed, staring at my crotch. "You know
you're pretty hung for a white guy."

	I felt a swell of pride surge through me, pleased that I had
impressed him with the size of my cock.

	"I hope you know this doesn't change anything." He said
seriously. "You will give me your virgin ass. Make no mistake, I'm in
charge here. And if that's not clear now I'll make sure it's clear when I'm
done with you." He said as he grabbed my cock through my pants and started
kissing my neck gently.

	"Yes sirÉ" I moaned, melting into his touch.

	"You gonna give me that ass?" He teased, squeezing my cock harder
and moving his kisses across my cheek to my lips.

	"Oh yeahÉ" I moaned again. My cock was rock hard and desperately
wanted some attention while the pleasure going on in my brain and the
feeling of his soft lips exploring all over my body was sending me into
overdrive.

	"You gonna make sure that big dick of yours is nice and hard for me
while you're giving me that ass?"

	"Uh huhÉ" I moaned, melting into him as his tongue moved around
my mouth.

	He put his hand on my cheek and leaned in for a deep passionate
kiss. And then just like before he took it away.

	I moaned longfully, wanting him back.

	"We need to let you cool down a little." He teased. "We don't want
people getting any ideas when they see what you're hiding down there." He
gestured to my cock.

	"No, please. I want to go inside." I pressed. For some strange
reason I wanted people to see how aroused I was. For some strange reason I
wanted people to know he had this power over me. If my mind wasn't clear
enough my dick sure was. I felt my cock throb against my leg when I thought
about his power over me. My body was showing both myself and him that it
wanted him. And my mind was quickly catching up. This man could do whatever
he wanted to me and he knew it.

	"I'm glad to see you're starting to give in." He grinned.

	He leaned in for another kiss and I just moaned as he gripped my
throbbing cock through my pants.

	Yeah, it was painfully clear. I wanted this man to fuck
me. Tonight.

	The walk to the elevator was sobering to me. My arousal was obvious
and without Troy working his magic on me I was able to think clearly. I
took off my coat and placed it in my arms around my waist, which
successfully covered my erection. I watched Troy as he pressed the buttons
to call the elevator and then punch in his floor. It was suddenly clear to
me that he knew how to push my buttons to get what he wanted in the exact
same way he was pushing the buttons in this elevator. With this all it took
was a little tap on the "up" symbol outside the elevator and then an easy
swipe of his card and we were on our way to his apartment. For me all it
took was a gentle nibble on my ear and smooth brush of his powerful arm
against my cock and I was ready to bend over for him. Me. A straight guy,
ready to jump on this man the second he opened the door and willingly give
him my ass.

       But was I straight? The pure ecstasy I felt while we were making out
in the car isn't something a straight guy experiences when it's with
another guy. This isn't me. I'm the guy who seduces the chick and makes her
do what I want. But here I was completely wrapped around this guy's
finger. And the fact that it is completely clear that this man is going to
fuck me in a few minutes doesn't scare me. It doesn't scare me at all. It
feels completely natural. I looked into his eyes.

      He looked like he was thinking of the right words to say. "I'm not
going to force you, Jason. That's not what this is. "

      "I know that, Troy." I replied, somewhat confused.

      "Look, I get it. It's a lot to take in when you think you've been
straight all your life and then things suddenly change."

      "It's not that, it's just-"

      "So let me be clear. If you leave this elevator with me we are going
to have sex. If you aren't ready for that then you should leave now. But if
you stay, I promise you will experience the greatest pleasure you ever
thought was possible in my bed tonight. So what's it going to be, Jason?"

      He looked at me, and I just closed my eyes brought my lips to his.

      "Oh this is going to be fun." He grinned deviously.