Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 23:46:00 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: Marc and Luke chapter 3

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CHAPTER 3: I Cheated Myself


We see each other much more often the month after. He still doesn't open up
too much. He's always lost in his own thoughts. Such a mystery man; it
piques my interest. I guess he's telling the truth when he said he's
actually a quiet guy. He's not completely silent all the time, though. He
has a handful of insights ready to be shared if I start speaking about
history, art, or religion, or even mundane subjects like TV shows or dinner
menu; exactly why I like him. He even gave me his keys before I gave him
mine. I was so surprised by that. He trusts me that much! Needless to say,
I gave him my keys seconds after.

He told me that the sex had been improved, maybe that's why. He
particularly likes doing it doggy style.  I don't mind. I like his back,
and butt, and hair, and shoulders. I like his backside. I like his front
side too. I never thought that a fat guy would turn me on so much.  The
jiggly stuff that I previously found disgusting is now hot. Maybe it's
because the fat is on him. To be honest, I often imagine what it would be
like if he was more slim or athletic or muscular; of course that would be
hotter. But I also imagine if he was fatter. I dare to believe that I
wouldn't mind as well.

"Keep the beard," he says.

"You like this?" I scratch his shoulder with it. We're once again in our
post-sex cuddling. Man, I love wrapping my arms around his body.

"Yeah. I like your arms too. So muscular."

"You should get a pair for yourself." I playfully squeeze one of his beefy
arms.

"Maybe I will," he said.

What? Does he want to get fit? I'm going to love it! Does he REALLY want it
though? "But I'm going to miss this juicy thing." The statement isn't a
compliment. Actually it is, but not entirely. I want to assess his
statement.

"Eh... the fitter the better." He really wants it!

"Whatever you say, then. I'll take what I can." I'm actually beaming with
happiness. That and libido. I bet he can feel my dick growing between his
ass cheeks.

"Tell me, what do you like... as a dom top?" he suddenly asks. Will it
freak him out if I tell him the truth?  Frankly this discussion would turn
me on. My dick is already growing again. It's still slick with my cum.
After another earth-shattering orgasm, I didn't have the will power to get
up and clean it; I just threw my condom off and cuddled.

"I like someone's submission," I idiotically say.

"Obviously. Sexual activities, please, with titillating details if you
can."

"Umm..." I hesitate. Perhaps I should just tell him everything. "I don't do
24/7, meaning the sub doesn't have to be submissive at all times." I guess
I have to reveal that first; I hoped it eases his mind.

"And?"

"I um... I'm a little rough."

"How rough?"

"I like... I like choking... and slapping. Then again it depends on the
sub. If he doesn't do that then I won't."

"And?"

"I uh... I also like orgasm control of some sort, you know, when I don't
let my partner cum. But not for long; I like giving blowjobs or
handjobs. It turns me on when the guy gets really grateful for giving him
release."

"So... does it mean that you're into S and M?" He asks out of nowhere. I
guess I made it seemed like so.

"No, not really. I always feel bad if I get too rough. Every time a sub
uses the save word, I always feel like I'm not being a good Dom. It feels
like I'm violating the trust that we have. This thing is built on trust,
you know. I mean, I may get carried away in the height of the moment, but I
would never think of actually hurting the guy I'm with. I slap lightly, I
always make sure that when I pull someone's hair it doesn't feel too
painful for him. I just like expressing power.

"The thing is, Luke, I like obedience. I love making my sub submit. I
always tell them before we're having sex. The good ones usually try to defy
me just a little so I can make them submit to me. I like to express my
power over my sub."

He nods. "Bondage? Leather? Rubber?"

"To some extent I like bondage, but nothing too hardcore. I only went as
far as handcuffing. It goes back to orgasm control, you know, the sub may
not touch his own dick. Full bondage doesn't do much to me.  I tried
wearing leather arm band once. I didn't mind it but it also didn't excite
me."

"So... not in any sort is it a master and slave relationship, then?"

"Not exactly. I don't call my sub a slave. I call him boy and he calls me
Sir. There's a different dynamics. I think in a Master and slave
relationship, the slave is the Master's property. In my case, he's just a
guy that I own... no, that's not right. I mean I have a full control of him
but he's not my property. Does that make sense?"

"Let me wrap my head around it," he says. "Meanwhile, tell me about the
best sex you've ever had with a sub."

Whoa! He's really trying to turn me on. I have to think for a second; I
have to recollect and rate the best of the best.

"There are two, actually. One was last year with my regular fuck buddy,
John, back in New Orleans. He's the sissy boy kind. He's just 22 but
already so good at it. It was one of his farewell gifts to me and I had him
for a whole weekend. He told me that I could do absolutely anything I
wanted to him. So I did. I told him to be naughty a little bit so that I
can slap him around. On the Sunday evening, I ordered him to get a beer. He
was walking way too slowly, so when he returned I grabbed the beer off his
hand, I pulled his hair and slapped his face for a while. Then I slammed
his face to my cock. I was worried that I was being too rough on him, but
he never used the safe word. I was so horned up for the rest of the evening
that I managed to play around with him until 1 AM. I slammed him on the
bed. I fucked him hard. I choked him when I came. I absolutely did
everything that I had been fantasizing. It was so awesome."

My cock is at full mast now, leaking precum on top of the previous cum. His
ass feels too good for my own good. I stop. I don't want to dry hump him.

"I had to apologize to him the next morning. I left him some red marks and
a few minor bruises. To tell the truth, I was a little mad at him for not
using the safe word and for letting me go out of control. But he said he
loved it and it got my dick twitching again. I still kind of felt bad about
it so I just sucked him off and drove him go back to his place. I jerked
off by myself afterwards. I think he was a little disappointed that I
didn't let him serve me for that last one." I chuckle.

Whew, at least now my dick is not too hard. This lovely bastard, though,
grab hold of my dick and slipped it between his thighs. I can't move; if I
do, I'll blow a load.

Without even making a comment to my story or his actions he says, "Now tell
me about the other one."

"This one was when I was 25 or something. I just got my Master's degree and
got a new job back in New Orleans. I was going to this gym for the first
time, thinking of signing up. Anyway, I met this guy after my work out. He
was almost 40 at that time. This guy was huge! He's a bodybuilder. He was a
couple inches shorter than me but much, much heavier. We talked a little
but he cut to the chase. As I said, I just got out of college, and taking a
master degree didn't give me time to have a fulfilling sex. He could
probably see through me. As my luck had it, he was a sub looking for a
young Dom. I couldn't say no to that.

"He assumed the role quickly. He called me Sir and stuff. He had his own
car but he pretty much made me take him to his place with my car. I drove
him. He gave me the keys to his house so that I could be the one to unlock
the door. Looking back, I think he's into Master and slave thing. Anyway,
once the door is closed, he sunk to his knees and started to undo my
belt. I slapped him lightly on the face and told him, 'I didn't tell you to
do that.' He said, 'Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.' At that moment, I pretty
much knew that it will be awesome. And it was!" Man, I'm now humping Luke
slowly.

"He was so huge and overpowering him was such a turn on. I pinned him on
the kitchen floor, face down and ass up, hand behind his head; then I
fucked him... while drinking beer! Then I fucking carried him over my
shoulder upstairs to his bedroom. Fuck, I still don't know how I did
that. His body was just my play thing. I slapped his chest, I sat on his
face, I twisted his nipples so hard it almost fell off; no safe word. I
managed to fuck his asshole three more times. It was so good.

"The next morning I drove him back to the gym. We talked a bit on our
way. We could keep up with each other even when it was kind of awkward. But
before he left, he smiled and me, then he leaned forward and kissed
me. Man, I freaked out! I wasn't ready for THAT kind of thing. I ended up
not signing up to that gym." I laugh and stop humping him in the
process. The fall out to this story is enough of a brake.

"You were ready to fuck a man senseless but you weren't ready for a kiss?"
he asks.

"Yeah, well... I was still new to this thing back then. I thought the sub
will always be submissive at all times and the Dom would always take
control of the situation. I didn't feel it was right for a sub to be that
forward to his Dom. Then I learned that it was okay, to me at least. A guy
can be assertive in his daily life and be a total sub when it comes to
sex. If it happened now, I would've absolutely kissed him back."

"Plus, romance were just not your kind of thing."

"Plus that," I chuckle. He's always right.

"I'm wondering why the guy you told me earlier didn't end up being your
boyfriend. John, I mean," he says.

I sunk my chin deeper into his shoulder. I nuzzle him with my beard, I know
he likes it. "We didn't have that sort of connection. Of course the sex was
good; that's why we were fuck buddies. I don't feel the way I feel with
you, with him."

"Huh! You and your sweet words," he says.

"It's true." I kiss his neck and it tickles him a little. I just love the
movements he makes in reaction to it.

"You seem to like beer and sex together," he says. I laugh a little. That's
a good observation or he can easily see me.

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"You also seem to like to carry a guy around." Now that's an easy one.

"I love it."

"You haven't done that to me," he says. Is it a proposition?

"I can if you want me to," I say.

"I think it would be fun." He begins to finger my cockhead. It has become
softer and he's trying to bring life back to it. He wants to end the
conversation and fuck again. He's not getting away from this; he's not
going to make me reveal myself without sharing his again.

"You? What turns you on?"

"I'm vanilla. What excites me doesn't excite you."

"Come on, Luke. Just tell me. I lived a vanilla life before this. It still
turns me on."

His hand is still massaging my cockhead. I fall right into it. I'm back to
humping his thighs again.  Surprisingly, he starts to speak. "Actually,
this sounds kind of sad. I think kissing and making out is kind of hot. A
good make out scene in porn is enough to make me cum. I think I like the
parts that aren't necessarily sex. I love it when, say, I'm cooking and I'm
standing up, a guy suddenly hugs me from behind and rest his head on my
shoulder. It's hot."

"I do that a lot."

"Yeah, I love it. It makes me feel so... secure, so protected." He
chuckles. "Maybe that's why you're attracted to me. The alpha in you are
just drawn to the faggot in me. You've mistaken my pathetic inferiority for
submission."

"Come on, Luke. We're not having this argument again." I sigh. He almost
always go back to this. I know he warned me about his insecurity, but he
doesn't have to bring it up all the time.

"I'm only telling you the truth," he said, rather coldly. "I'm not going to
argue."

"Well I am." In an instant my dick got soft. "Time and again I assured you
that I like you. You saying this feels like you're discrediting my
feelings. I like you, God dammit, for all that you fucking are. How could
you still be belittling yourself AND my true feeling for you? I feel
betrayed, Luke!"

He sit on the bed, facing away, silent. Then he sighs. Then he stands up
and pulls his underwear from the floor. I got angrier.

"You're walking away?" My voice is admittedly too loud and too sharp.

"Yes. I said I'm not going to argue. I have no energy for that."

I feel a little guilty. Fuck, he's not going to guilt me into this. "For
fuck's sake, Luke. You started it. I don't know how you can't see what I
see in you. I always told you that you are the best man I've ever been with
but you always shoot it down. You always go back to your insecurities. What
is wrong with you?"

He zips and buttons his jeans. He looks at me, unfazed, and then
smiles. That deceivingly weary smile.  "You don't see what I see in me."

"YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING SHOW ME!" I shout. I feel terrible afterwards. Why do
I have to shout at him?

After the t-shirt, the sweater and finally the stupid handsome coat is on,
he smiles again. "I told you I was trouble. You know that I'm no good." He
walks away.

"Luke!" I call out in a rather pathetic and or apologetic voice.

At my bedroom door he turns around. He smiles again, which makes me feel
all kinds of pain inside.  "Goodbye, Marc."

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