Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2014 23:21:15 +0700
From: Robert Glass <robxglass@gmail.com>
Subject: Marc and Luke chapter 5

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CHAPTER 5: So Needy of Comfort


"Have you found it?" he asks when I return to the main room.

"Huh?"

"Uh... your phone? I thought you were looking for your phone."

"That was like an hour ago," I say.

He smiles embarrassed. It's so cute. "Sorry. My mind is..." his hand made a
twisting gesture.

His thesis is lurking over his shoulder and threatens to suffocate him. I'm
glad he's occupied by his school work. It distracts him from all the
emotion shit that happened a month ago which I didn't really get. Maybe he
was once horribly wronged by someone or perhaps he had a bad relationship
in the past.  He still doesn't explicitly tell me. Only hints here and
there, little parts of his history now and then. It bugs me how he just
can't completely open up to me. I love him with all my heart I would never
ever hurt him; I made him aware of that. I mean, he loves me too, right?

Well, at least he's not miserable now, I have to be thankful for that.

"Come on. You need to take a rest now. You've worked for way too long." I
offer my hand to him. He's hesitating. He's alternating between looking at
me and his old, beaten-up, yet reliable laptop. "Luke, I know you slept
late again last night. Rest. Now!"

He looks at his screen again, then out of the window. It's 3.30 in the
afternoon and raining. I hope he's thinking of cuddling. Intimacy in
general is not my thing but I got accustomed to it very quickly. It just
feels so natural with him. I don't even care about our gym schedule
anymore, I just want to cuddle.

He takes my hand, finally, and stands up. He then pulls me and dips me, as
though we were dancing. It takes me by surprise. There I am, at the mercy
of his strong arms with him boring into my eyes for the longest time. I'm
speechless in his embrace. He prolongs my silence with the tenderest kiss I
have ever received. I close my eyes, drowned in the magnitude of his
gesture. There are several idioms people have used to describe what I'm
feeling; my heart swells, my heart bursts, my heart is touched, my heart
feels warm, I lost my heart to him, my heart skips a beat. All of them are
true. I feel it all at once.

I'm not ready to let go of this moment, I don't approve of him returning me
to my feet. He makes me weak and I want him to keep on making me weak. His
arms are circling my waist while mine is around his neck. His head below my
chin feels so right. His embrace is tight and full of need, like he's not
willing to let me go in any sense of the phrase. Like he's asking me to
stay true to my promise to never leave him.

"I don't know what I would do without you," he says. "On my own I am human
and I do faults. With you... It's different with you."

I kiss his forehead in the most caring way that I can. He kisses my
clavicle. We stand there around each other's arms for longer than Luke's
tired body allows. I ask him to lie down on the couch and he honors my
plea. Lying on the couch, he smiles at me and it draws me in. He opens his
arms and I let myself succumb into his embrace. Resting my head on his
chest feels good, not something that I'm used to, but good. It is so
comfortable that I fell asleep. How long did I take this nap?

"I love you," he says as soon as I wake up. It's rare for him to say it
first. In fact, it's only the second time.  The first was when he broke
down.

I can't help but smile. I lift my head from the pillows of his chest. The
fat there dissipates at the rate of his muscle growth. He started working
out three weeks ago and he already lost ten pounds. He's working hard. "I
love you too." I tidy up his messy hair.

"I love your brown hair and the way it smells. I love your blue eyes and
the way you look at me. I love your smile and the way it makes me smile. I
love your broad shoulders and the way it shields me from harm. I love your
entire being and the way it gives me warmth. I always feel warm with you. I
love you."

Shit, this is more romantic than the two times I serenaded him. I'm
swooning and it's supposed to be my job to make him swoon. My face is
burning and he smiles just by looking at it. I love him so much.

I kiss him with all the love I got. He makes me so stupidly weak and I
don't mind at all. He probes as soon as I open my mouth. My tongue tries to
conquer his but I know he owns me. I give it my all; I know he loves it. Of
course I readily surrender to his will, I'm no match to him. I was being
honest when I said that I love him because he makes me powerless.

"Do you still want to carry me over your shoulder and slam me onto the
bed?"

My smile grows a mile wide. "Absolutely!"

"I want to try it. I mean being your sub."

I'm stunned by his sudden proposal. Where did it come from? "Are you sure?"

"I've never tried it. It could be exciting."

"It is for me." I kiss him again. This time he restrain himself, he let me
take control of the kiss. Wow, that's an unexpected progress. Maybe he's a
natural. Maybe he's just trying to fit in the role. I know he's smart
enough to do a little research. I let go of him, there's something he needs
to know if he wants to go on. "First, we had to set some rules."

It is essential. I have to know his limits and he has to know my
tendencies. I already made him aware that I like to slap and choke and that
I like to overpower my sub. Now I tell him about the others, such as
spitting, rough fucking, name calling. He even makes me try slapping him,
just to see if he can handle it; and he could! I'm probably talking too
fast since my excitement is overflowing. He's gracefully willing to try. I
love this guy so much!

Safe word? Strangely, 'Louisiana'!

I stand up. I can't handle it anymore. I just have to do it and I have to
do it now. "Strip!" I order. He starts to remove his jacket. I slap him
lightly. "What do you say, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," he say. Good. He knows what to do.

He stands up when he removed his t-shirt. I slap him again.

"What did I do wrong?" he asks. "...Sir?" he adds. Slap.

"Don't talk back to me, faggot! Sit down!"

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." He sits down. I'm beginning to worry that this
will freak him out.

He looks up at me once he is completely naked. I give him a devilish
grin. He smirks at me for a short time before snapping back into
character. I love what I see there. He has those unmistakably submissive
eyes. It's going to be good! I pull a handful of his hair and guide him to
his knees with his face is at my crotch. "You know what to do, cocksucker."

"Yes, Sir." He unbuttons my jeans with his hands.

Wrong move! I yank his hair and make him face me. "Use your teeth." I spit
on his face.

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." I release his hair.

The foreplay is slow. I have to let him adapt first with this. I give him
punishment whenever he does wrong and reward when he does well. Licking my
dick through my boxer brief before I tell him to? Slap.  Holding back when
I press my dick on his face? Hair stroke. Removing my underwear with his
hands?  Slap. Using his teeth? Praise. Touching his cock? Slap. Licking my
dick head with his indisputable expertise? Hair stroke and praise!

It goes on until I am completely naked. Things are about to escalade. I
stroke my boyfriend's hair for a moment before I take a handful and I pull
him up by his hair. I spit on his face and gave him an evil look.  "Thank
you, Sir," he says. Fuck! I love this guy!

I desperately want to rush to the bed but I there's one thing I have to
do. I bend down so that my right shoulder is pressing against his belly. In
one quick move I stand up and swiftly rest his 240 lbs. body on my
shoulder. I may weigh 50 lbs. less than him but he's no big deal to
me. Once I get to my bedroom, I slam him onto the bed; just what he dreamed
of. I sit on his face without thinking twice. "Eat my shithole, faggot."

Oh my God. I forgot to tell him that I like to be rimmed. I've done it a
million times to him but we've never turned the table on this before. I'm
about to change my mind before he says the safe word but I am too late;
he's already licking my hole. Fuck! I should have known that his amazing
cock-sucking skill translates extremely well into ass-eating. My cock stays
hard and leaking as his mouth ravages my ass like it was his first meal in
months. Luke was right; I can't recall what I say to him when I'm this
excited.  My hands find his nipples and I have to torture them. It's one of
my favorite things to do; I also want him to slow down with his phenomenal
rimming.

I remove myself much too soon. I want him to suck my cock but that would be
a blunder; I may cum immediately. "Good job, boy. Now on all fours," I
order him. I know he likes it doggy style; who am I to deny his desires?

I find my lube and condom inside the drawer. I have to put it on by myself;
if he does it for me he will send me to the edge. I am THAT close. I
decided to play with him a little bit just so that my dick would settle
down a little. He positions himself perfectly for me; at the edge of the
bed. Standing over him, I put my right foot on his head and press it hard
onto the bed. Now his ass is high up and the cheeks were spreading
slightly. "Let me see that pussy," I say.

I spit on it and finger it but yet to lick it. I've always been delighted
by what he can offer; a tight and clean hole hidden between those meaty
cheeks. I decided to reward him pleasure by playing with his prostate.

"Fuck! Your pussy is so hot!" I say.

He sighs and says, "Thank you, Sir." I lick and probed his anus with my
tongue and he expresses his gratitude again.

I always settle for three lubed fingers before I move forward. I will not
last long at all like this. His talented ass and my desperate need will
send me to climax in no time. I don't care, I need it so bad! I press my
cockhead on the opening and without warning I ram half of my cock in.

"Fuck!" He shouts in pain. "Fucking god! Use me my pussy, Sir. It's all
yours," he says. My boyfriend is good at this! I ram harder and make him
pant violently. I can't hold back the urge to reach for his sunken
shoulder, grab hold an ample amount of his hair and push his sunken head
further down to the mattress.

I fuck him rough and hard, frantic and out of control. I'm arriving to the
end much too quickly and have no plan to contain myself. I yank his head
towards me and I lock his neck with one arm, making sure that he can feel
my bicep crushing his jaw. My other hand is busy twisting his nipples, one
at a time, just so that his asshole makes that crazy twitching. He is so
good that he knows not to jack his hard cock off. My God, his cock is hard!
He's enjoying this as much as I do!

I can feel my balls drawing in and my cock getting even harder. "You want
my spunk? Beg for it, you faggot slut!" I demand.

"Please, Sir, I need you to cum in my cunt. Just fucking use me as your cum
dump," he says with strained voice.

"Fuck, boy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!" That did it. He clenches his pussy tighter
and I lost it. The sensation that I get as the first shot hit the rubber is
almost overwhelming. I scream his name out loud instead of using the term
'boy'. There's a lot more to come. I slam his ass with each spurt, making
that slapping sound much louder. I still have him in my tight grip when I'm
done. Fuck! I don't know if I have enough energy to blow him after but I
have to. He's more that deserving of it.

I loosen the lock and push him roughly onto the bed. My dick easily slips
out of his hole. He's facing down now with his ass still facing up. I flip
him around and dive into his cock. I give it my all. I don't want him to
render me underwhelming when he just gave me one of the best fucks I've
ever experienced.

"Sir... Sir!!" he whimpers. His hips don't even buck up to meet my violent
tongue work and his hands are clenching the sheet, trying not to touch my
head. Good boy! I'm surprised that it takes him more than two minutes to
blow his load. When he does, his whole body is trembling and he only made
silent moans. I guess he's trying hard not to lose control and ends up
fucking my mouth when he cums. I don't know when he finishes cumming and I
keep on working his dick, feasting on the taste of his cum. All I know is
that he can't help but jolt his hips to my face as his dick is getting too
sensitive. I let go of him and crashed next to him with my head resting on
his arm.

"Thank you so much, Sir," he says, still panting.

"You did good, boy." I roll on top of him and kissed him as best as I
could. He's so drained that he just surrenders to my assault. This guy can
make me feel so powerful sometimes and extremely powerless on another. He
is pure magic. "Did you enjoy it?" I ask when I'm done with his mouth.

"Yes, Sir," he says. Oh, I guess I also forgot to tell him that it's over
once both of us reach our climaxes.

"No, Luke. We're done with that. You can call me Marc now," I smile.

"No, Sir. I beg you to let me serve you one more time if you would excuse
me for a moment, please."

What? Didn't he hear me? Is he still into it? I guess I have to teach him
the ropes later. For now, I just roll with it. "Okay, you're excused," I
say. I knew my face is showing confusion and concern and I know he can see
it. I let him fumble out of my bedroom. Meanwhile, I have to attend the
condom that is about to slip off of my softening dick.

Before I know it he returns with a smile; that and two bottles of
beer. "For you, Sir."

I smile wider. I take a bottle from his hand and draw a long swig. He's
still standing, staring me with a demanding glare. Oh, I forgot. "You did
good, boy." Yeah, I'm a powerless Dom right now. "And it's over.  For
real."

"Maybe from now on you should make me get you beer after sex. I know you
like it," he says.

"From now on?" Is he promising something?

"Yeah!"

Maybe he is a natural.

___

I'd like to apologize if the sexual activity described in this chapter does
not reflect the true nature D/s relationship. It is derived from short
research and imagination instead of empirical approach. I am sorry.  Don't
forget email me at robxglass@gmail.com and visit xglass.tumblr.com.

Cheers!