Date: Tue, 1 Sep 2015 21:46:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: jhtravus@yahoo.com
Subject: Let Me Give You What You Want Chapter 3

      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 3



      Something outside woke me up. It was probably a car door, or a truck
passing by. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I looked at the alarm clock
right next to Troy's bed. It was 3:00 am. My head ached as my hangover
raged on. I felt lousy. Lousy because I admittedly drank too much last
night, and lousy because I had just had sex with a man a few short hours
ago. I was angry. Angry at Troy for manipulating me into letting him fuck
me. And angry at myself. For allowing myself to be manipulated. I felt so
dirty. I could feel his seed still running out of my ass. This was not
me. I'm not into dudes and I certainly don't get fucked like some low self
esteem slut. I had to get out of here. None of this was familiar to me and
I was having a panic attack. My heart was pounding out of my chest as Troy
slept soundly just inches away from me. Fucker. What does he have to worry
about? He didn't have some guy's cum running down his ass right now. He
hadn't just let some guy use him to get off. I was furious. I quietly
lifted the covers off my body and slowly got out of the bed.

      When I got home to my apartment I could barely even look at myself in
the mirror. How could I have let this happen? Not only was this man my
sister's ex boyfriend, he was my boss! What the fuck was I thinking? I'm a
smart guy. I'm good at my job. I wasn't one of those people who needed to
sleep with the boss to get ahead. And last but not least. I'm not gay!
"FUCK!" I shouted and pounded my fist onto my sink. I tensed up immediately
as I felt more of his seed spilling out of me when I strained in
anger. This was probably the lowest point of my life I had ever been in. I
had just snuck out of the apartment of the man who had taken my virginity
and no matter how far away I got from him I couldn't escape his cum running
down my leg as a constant reminder of the fact that I had let a man fuck
me. Calling it "the walk of shame" is an understatement. And just when I
thought it couldn't get worse it did. I suddenly realized I was rock
hard. My dick stood 10 inches out in front of me as more of his cum ran
down my leg. What the fuck is wrong with you, Jason? Didn't you blow enough
loads while you were getting the shit fucked out of you by another dude
last night, you pathetic slut?

      I had to do something. It was 3:45 am and this is the city that never
sleeps.

      I went out and fucked 3 women from 3 different bars before
sunrise. And I still didn't feel like a man. I watched as my big dick
brought them to climax after climax, unable to get the image out of my head
of me being the bitch being brought to orgasm again and again by the dick
pounding into them. Did Troy have that same feeling of masculinity and
pride as he saw his conquest cumming as he fucked them, just like these
sluts were cumming as I fucked them? Did he get off as he ran his hands
over my hard abs and the rest of my body as I let him conquer me? Did he
get off on the fact that my 10 inch cock was constantly dripping as it lay
against my stomach untouched as he thrust his tongue inside my mouth and
along my ear, my dick throbbing every single time his giant cock head
rubbed against my prostate? Was this just a game to him? To see if he can
mate with the most masculine guy he sets his eyes on? I wonder how many
powerful, masculine men, bankers, investors on Wall Street, CEO's, lawyers,
doctors, politicians and the like, that Troy had gotten to bend over for
him. How many big dicked "straight" alpha males had squeezed the corners of
his mattress in ecstasy and bewilderment as their big dicks pumped out load
after load of sperm untouched as Tory thrust in and out of them. How many
men had seen stars while Troy claimed them as his?

      I told one of the other floor managers that I wanted to be assigned
to a different account. The reason I gave was that I was looking for
something new, rather than that my previous boss had managed to get me into
his bed after fifteen minutes of smooth talking. My new floor manager was a
pasty, overweight, balding 60 year-old man. Hopefully you'll be able to
control yourself this time, you slut.

      I hadn't seen Troy since I had crept out of his bed with his seed
still spilling out of my ass. And if it were up to me, I hoped to never see
him again. He was on the 8th floor and I was on the 19th. And I still took
the stairs so I would never have to encounter him.

      The next issue I would have to face was the fact that I had no
interest in getting laid anymore. Troy had taken that away from me. The me
from 2 weeks ago could go out and bring home a date without fail. They
could see what I brought to the table. I'm really tall, good looking, and
fit. The huge cock was just a bonus they would find out about after they
decided to have sex with me. But now I couldn't bring myself to go out and
find girls. I felt like I was lying to them. Like I was advertising this
extremely masculine alpha male ready to screw you to a new dimension, but
in reality I felt like a bitch who had let some guy fuck him. And I had
gotten off on it. There didn't seem to be any way to come back from that. I
couldn't even jack off anymore. Nothing felt good to me anymore.

      After working overtime to get caught up on my new account I figured
it was safe to take the elevator down since I was so exhausted and it was
almost midnight on a Friday night. The universe had something different in
mind.

      The elevator light lit up and announced its arrival and the doors
parted to reveal a powerfully dressed black man.

      I immediately turned and headed for the stairs.

      "Jason, wait!" He said, thrusting his large hand out to stop the
doors from closing. For a split second I know I saw him smile when he laid
eyes on me for the first time in so long.

      "Jason!" He called after me, as I turned the corner.

      "I don't want to see you." I called back, clearly frustrated. Seeing
him again brought back a flurry of emotions I was not ready to deal with.

      He somehow managed to catch up to me when I reached the stairs. He
grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

      "What the fuck do you want, man?" I asked, not even able to look at
him.

      "Jason-" He said, with deep concern in his voice.

      "You've already had my ass, man, what is it now? Do you just want to
humiliate me or something?" I yelled, tears forming in my eyes.

      "Jason, calm down, alright?" He said calmly.

      "You think you can just ask me to bend over any time now since you've
already had me once?" I shouted, furiously.

      "Jason, it's not like that at all. I-"

      "What could you possibly want from me now?" I asked, finally looking
him in the eyes.

      The look on his face hit me like a freight train. It wasn't a look of
pity or control, or power, or judgment. It was concern. It suddenly became
clear to me that he didn't view me as some slut he put his dick into one
night. He wanted to offer me his help. He actually cared about me. Maybe
even respected me.

      "Look, Jason. I've been wanting to apologize to you ever since I woke
up that morning."

      Despite the fact that I had hated this man and had dreamed of this
scenario in my head and what I would say to him when I finally saw him, it
didn't feel anything like I imagined it to be.

      "It's not like you forced yourself on me or anything. I- I let it
happen." I realized as I was saying it.

      "It doesn't matter. You weren't ready. I should have seen that." He
said, sorrowfully.

      This was the first time in two weeks that I had ever felt safe in my
own skin. And to think it was in the presence of the man I had been so
afraid of was mind boggling to me. He slowly reached his hand over to my
shoulder. At first I wanted to recoil, but the second I felt his touch
again I immediately felt better. Images and feelings from that night came
rushing back to me. I remember feeling so safe in his arms. I remember
melting into his touch as he kissed my neck as he fucked me. He had this
raw charisma and power over me that I had never experienced before.

      "Look Jason. I don't know what you're feeling about me right now. But
I want you to know that you can trust me. I want to help you. If you ever
need to talk, you know how to reach me."

      We sat there with him softly rubbing my shoulder. After weeks of
feeling so miserable, I was experiencing almost a high of finally getting
out of my own head and just relaxing for once. And then I realized
something that didn't make sense to me. I was rock hard. I hadn't been able
to have sex or even jack off for weeks. And here I was sitting with this
man again and I was boned up. And I don't know if it was the two weeks of
hormones sitting in my body needing to be flushed out, or Troy's touch, but
I knew I needed to blow a load and fast.

      I looked at him right in the eyes and slowly leaned in to kiss
him. He turned his face and my lips hit his cheek.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked softly.

"I- I don't know." I sighed.

"Jesus, Jason." He said, starting to get up. "You don't know how shitty
I've felt for the past two weeks because of what happened." He said,
angrily. "I mean, I woke up and you were just gone! Jesus, you even moved
job assignments to get away from me!"

"Troy, I'm sorry. I-"

"You can't keep doing this to me, Jason!" He yelled, now tears forming in
his eyes. "You made me feel like I took advantage of you or something!"

"I was so confused, Troy. I still am." I said, sympathetically.

"I can't do this. I can't be with someone who makes me feel like a criminal
after each time we have sex." He said angrily.

He turned to me one last time. "I really hope you find whatever it is
you're looking for."

And then he left.

I sat there for what felt like ages. It could have been hours. And by the
time I finally picked myself off of that floor I had figured it out. I
loved this man. And I needed to get him back.



      Accepting the fact that I was gay, or at least bi or something was
oddly easier than I thought it would be once I got over the whole shock
value of it. I was still a man. I was just a man who enjoyed sex with other
men. Or was it just one man? I went home that night after the long
discussion with Troy and I had a dream that he and I were living
together. We were married and shared a happy life together. I woke up the
next morning feeling heart broken. I was amazed at how fast my life was
moving. Here I am just figuring out that I'm gay and I'm already pining
after someone.

      The fact that I hadn't been able to get off for weeks was really
catching up with me. Jacking off just didn't seem right to me. After
experiencing such pleasure in Troy's bed I felt like nothing would ever
compare. I wanted him to fuck me again. I had had a lot of sex in my life
and nothing had ever felt that good.

      I knocked softly on Troy's office door the next Monday.

      "Come in." He yelled from his desk.  "Wow!" He gasped. "I barely
recognized you, Jason." He smiled softly.

      I had grown out my facial hair into a finely kept beard. It's always
something I had wanted to do and I figured hey, if I was able to switch to
dudes and like it, maybe this transition to having a beard wouldn't be so
bad either.

      "Hey Troy. I was wondering if you'd like to get lunch with me
tomorrow. My treat."

      "Oh Jason, I really appreciate it, but I'm not sure that's a good
idea."

      "Come on, man. No drama. I promise." I begged him, with my sincere
blue eyes.

      "Alright, but I won't let you pay for me. I mean, I used to be your
boss."

      "Whatever. I'll pick you up right here tomorrow at noon, okay?"

      "See you then, Jason."

      I smiled and left, and immediately became aware that I was sporting a
giant erection. I began to blush. Yeah, it was pretty clear that I was into
a dude right now. Call that whatever you want, I needed to get off, and
soon.

      I waited outside Troy's office and at noon on the dot, he emerged
looking exhausted.

      "Rough day?" I asked, sympathetically.

      "You don't even know." He sighed.

      "Well come on. The restaurant's just a few blocks away."

      "Lead the way." He smiled.

      I took him to a place close by that had great, fast options for
lunch.

      "So how are you doing?" He asked in a serious tone after we had
chatted for a few minutes.

      "I'm doing really well, Troy." I smiled.

      "Look, I know we kind of talked before, but if I had known you were
going to react that way about what we did I-"

      "No. Just let me talk for a second." I interjected.

      He looked at me intensely while I sighed and gathered my thoughts.

      "I've been doing a lot of thinking for the past couple of weeks."

      "I know, and I'm sorry, Ja-"

      "Just let me finish." I interjected again. "I've been doing a lot of
thinking for the past couple of weeks. And IÉ" I paused, not knowing
quite how to put it into words for the first time ever. "I think I'm gay."

      Troy continued to stare into my eyes as I gave a huge sigh of relief.

      "Actually I know I'm gay. That's why I had such a weird reaction to
what we did." I continued. "I-" I began to blush. "Look, I've never had sex
that great before. And I was scared because I liked it so much." I
finished.

      "Jason, I'm happy that I helped bring something like this out of you
and that you're starting to find yourself but I can't handle this kind of
drama on top of my work load right now. I've said it before and I'll say it
again, it was stupid of me to initiate it in the first place."

      "No it wasn't." I said, shaking my head. "If you think I was anywhere
near figuring out I was gay a few weeks ago you're crazy."

      "I know how it is, Jason. I went through the same thing. I mean I
dated your sister for christ's sake. See, another reason why this was a
huge mistake." He sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand frustratingly.

      "Troy, I'm not asking you to marry me or anything. Just calm down."

      "So what are you saying?" He asked, looking at me intently.

      "I want to do it again."

      "You do?" He asked, incredulously.

      "And again and again." I laughed. "Seriously, I haven't been able to
get off since I was at your apartment and I'm going crazy here."

      "You haven't been able to get off for the last 2 and a half weeks?"
He gasped.

      "No, man." I laughed. "I really need it." I said more seriously.

      "I don't know, Jason. I can get plenty of ass without the drama."

      "Well I guess that makes two of us. I'm sure it wouldn't be hard at
all to find someone to fuck me." I countered. "But is that what you want?"

      His temperament immediately changed. I don't know if he was angry or
what, but the look in his eyes was alarming.

      He leaned over the table so that his face was inches a way from
mine. "You want this dick?"

      "Yeah, I want it." I said, matching his intense stare, refusing to
back down.

      He brought his lips to mine and kissed me. I moaned and sank into
him, relishing the feeling of him having me again. And then just like that
he broke and he sat back in his chair comfortably. I almost whined, wanting
him to continue his assault on my lips, my cock throbbing against my leg.

      "Meet me in my office at 5." He commanded.

      "Oh Troy, I need it now. Come on, there's a bathroom right here." I
said, starting to get up.

      "Nuh uh." He said, nodding his head. "I don't have sex in
bathrooms. If you want it you'll have to wait."

      He reached into his pocket, opened up his wallet, and placed 40
dollars on the table. He gave me one last look into my eyes as he got up
and then left.

      Fuck, was I wrapped around his finger. And damn what I wouldn't give
for it to be 5 o'clock already with my ass up on his desk ready for him to
fuck me again. It's funny how I had managed to abstain from blowing any
loads for the past 2 and a half weeks, and now 4 hours feels like
torture. My hole pulsed at the thought.