From: Bearkattz@aol.com (Bearkattz)
Subject: NEW STORY: ONLY ONE M/M (slight S/M)
Date: Mon, 02 Mar 1998 03:08:41 GMT
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com
Only One
by Bearkattz@aol.com
Warning: This story contains consensual sex between fictitious men of
consenting age. If you find this offensive or if it is illegal in your part
of the country, please go elsewhere or delete it. Slight s/m.
"No."
"C'mon, Jamie."
"No."
"I told you my Pirate fantasy."
"I said no, Morgan."
"Jamieeeeeee!"
"Drop it, okay?"
"I'll tell you another one of mine."
"Jesus, how many fantasies you got?" Jamie looked suspiciously at the auburn
haired man perched in the passenger seat. His long time lover still took his
breath away even after all this time. The green eyes stared at him from a tan
face atop a long, lean 6 foot frame.
"Enough to keep us satisfied for a very long time. Just tell me one," Morgan
begged shamelessly.
"I've only got one." Jamie muttered, looking very intently at the road as he
slipped the car into fourth.
"What? Only one?" Morgan immediately began to digest this bit of info and
couldn't figure out if he should be delighted or angry with his lover that he
only had one fantasy about their sexual lives. The 5 foot 8 inch black haired,
pale skinned, blue eyed lover was the star of every single one of his.
Jamie sighed softly.
Morgan immediately saw the opportunity to use his latent acting ability to pry
the information out of his reluctant partner. "Well I guess I don't really
turn you on then," Morgan said quietly. He peered out the window with a deep,
exaggerated sigh feeling Jamie's gaze on him.
"Morgan?"
"Hmmm?" Another deep, dramatic sigh.
"Shit, Morgan. Don't do that to me!"
"Does that mean you'll tell me your fantasy?" Morgan said eagerly, his forlorn
attitude quickly dissipated..
Jamie didn't answer right away, weaving his way around traffic, before
replying. "I...I...I want to be your....." the rest was mumbled.
"What cha say, babe? I didn't catch that." Morgan leaned over and was
surprised to see the fine sheen of sweat on Jamie's forehead. He's really
embarrassed about this, Morgan thought gleefully. This is gonna be good.
Jamie glared at him and then looked at the road as if wishing it would swallow
him up. "I said I want to be your ...I... want you to pick me up." The last
words were forced out between clenched teeth.
There was a profound silence while Morgan's brain took in this momentous
announcement.
"That's all? That's nothing, honey. I mean compared to some of mine...." This
time it was Morgan's voice that trailed off as he realized Jamie hadn't told
him everything. "Okay, give. What else?"
Morgan noticed Jamie's knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel and
for the first time he actually felt sorry for his lover. But he wasn't going
to let up.
"You have to...y'know, have to use...need to...."
"Hell, Jamie, will you just spit it out. You're making ME nervous."
Jamie took a deep breath wishing Morgan wouldn't look at him. "I like it
rough."
Jamie's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the sprawled figure next to him out of
the corner of his eye. Morgan sat back in absolute astonishment.
"Let me get this straight then. You want me to pick you up on the street as a
boytoy," Morgan began, waiting for Jamie's nod before continuing, "take you
somewhere where you want your sex rough."
Jamie nodded again very nearly hitting a little old blue-haired granny crossing
the street, her curses going unheard amidst this startling confession.
"Okay." Morgan nodded solemnly.
"What do you mean, okay?"
"I mean let's do it. We should probably wait for the weekend, don't you
think?"
"You'd really do this, Morgan, for me?"
"Of course, babe. Why is this any different then your acting out my Pirate
fantasy?" "Right." Morgan proceeded to silently make plans without waiting
for Jamie's reply.
__________________________________
Several weeks later, Morgan parked the car a couple of blocks away from the
designated spot and began to walk toward where Jamie should be waiting for him.
He turned the corner and there was "the Boulevard" where male prostitutes
displayed themselves prominently for all to see. He peered over his glasses at
several of the men as if weighing them but his eye was all on Jamie still half
a block away. Morgan had taken much delight in picking out the clothes for
Jamie to wear. This is how he wished Jamie would dress all the time. The mere
site of his lover looking like that made his heart race and blood quicken. He
wore black leather pants that were so snug, he knew Jamie could barely even sit
down, with a tight, tight cropped black t-shirt that allowed every muscle and
erect nipple to show on the slender frame, leaving absolutely nothing to the
imagination.
He grinned and gleefully rubbed his hands together as he sped up. But before he
could reach his prize, and to his utter horror, he saw another man approach
Jamie and talk to him. The large, blond man reached out a hand to fondle the
prominent bulge in Jamie's pants. He heard Jamie's easy laugh and retort that
the man couldn't possibly afford him. Then he heard the man offer a second
amount and almost choked on his gum.
Jamie shook his head and turned away and Morgan hurried to catch up to him.
The blonde man who had been talking to Jamie called after him, "He's a beauty,
friend, but you'd have to sell the house to afford him."
Jamie had stopped and leaned up against the wall with a heeled boot flat
against the building.
Morgan had slowed and casually approached him. "Hey," he called in way of a
greeting. "Is that right? You lookin' for someone ....special?"
Jamie looked him up and down and appeared to like what he saw. "I could be
persuaded."
Morgan felt his cock twitch. "How much?"
"Depends on what you want, doesn't it? A quick blow job'll cost ya 100. I stay
the night and I do whatever you want, and it'll cost you 500 big ones."
Morgan seemed to contemplate the amount, "Are you worth it?"
"I've had no complaints and I get plenty of repeat business." Morgan appeared
to think this over and noticed they had drawn a crowd of prostitutes who hadn't
heard this kind of money being negotiated on this corner before. "I can do
whatever I want, huh?"
"As long as I don't end up in the hospital, anything you want."
"I'll take you for the whole night." The two men started toward Morgan's car
amid catcalls and whistles and cries of take me, take me. Morgan glanced at
Jamie who showed no expression at all on his handsome, pale face. Up to this
point, the scenario had been roughly played out beforehand but everything after
this was all a surprise for Jamie. Morgan gleefully rubbed his hands together
in joyful anticipation of the events to come. They walked side by side and
Morgan slid a hand down to the beautiful leather encased ass and enjoyed the
minuscule jump in the flesh he caused.
"So where we goin'? Your place?" Jamie said with a voice a few notes higher
than normal. Morgan lifted a single finger and placed it gently on Jamie's
lips.
"No talkin', sweetheart, unless I say. And no, we are not heading to my place.
I've got other plans for you, darlin'."
Morgan told Jamie to walk in front of him and eyed that glorious, slim, black
clad figure and the smooth play of muscles as they headed for the car. They
approached the black Porsche Morgan had managed to borrow, and was to return
with a case of scotch in the trunk. "Name's Morgan, by the way. Yours,
handsome? You can speak now." Morgan turned to Jamie holding the door open
for him and enjoyed the shock on Jamie's face at the beautiful, sleek car.
"J..Jamie," he managed to stutter without taking his eyes off the car.
"Nice name to go with the nice body." Morgan leaned closer to him and put one
hand on the hard chest and rubbed the nipples through the shirt till he felt
them responding. "Right. In you go, babe."
Morgan drove off with Jamie shooting him frequent stares. As they pulled up to
a red light, Morgan reached over and began to rub Jamie's bulging basket and
was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. "I'd like to see what I've paid for.
Let's have a look, shall we?" Morgan figured if he got nothing else out of
this night except to see the usually unflappable Jamie shocked twice in one
night, it would be worth the expense.
"C'mon, hurry up."
Jamie moved to unzip the pants that were now so tight he felt nothing below the
waist - well, almost nothing. His cock practically jumped at the chance of
freedom and Jamie gave a sigh of relief. Though they were now moving again,
Morgan reached over and began to fondle the long, thick cock, taking time to
rub his thumb over the weeping slit. Jamie's fingers were making deep
indentations in the leather upholstery but he didn't say a word.
"It's mine. It's mine, isn't it, Jamie?" Morgan crooned.
"It's yours. You paid for it." Jamie agreed rather breathlessly.
Morgan took his hand away to make a turn and stuck his fingers in his mouth.
"Mmmmm, you taste good, Jamie. So far you're worth every cent."
Jamie's eyes widened once again as they drove up to a luxury hotel. Morgan
reached behind the passenger seat to the back and pulled out a small, brown
leather bag and a leather overcoat. "Here put this on. They probably wouldn't
let someone inside lookin' like you do right now. Leave your cock out, though.
Understand?"
Jamie swallowed but nodded and made sure the coat was securely wrapped around
him and his hanging cock. Morgan checked in and then led Jamie to the
elevator. They passed one up that had people in it and Jamie began to tremble
as he imagined what was in store for him on an empty elevator.
Once the door closed, Morgan roughly shoved Jamie against the wall and ripped
open the overcoat to reveal Jamie in all his glory. Morgan fell to his knees
and practically inhaled the cock in one swift movement.
"God, Morgan!" Jamie gasped and watched in horror as the floors sped by and
then slowed. "Morgan!" he screamed softly.
Morgan quickly stood up and closed the overcoat over the straining cock just as
the doors opened and two couples got on animatedly talking with each other.
Jamie was breathing heavily and to his immense relief the next floor was theirs
and Morgan stepped out and waited for Jamie.
When the doors closed, Jamie was again slammed against the corridor wall. "I
didn't give you permission to speak, did I?" And before Jamie could reply, the
coat was then thrown open and Morgan pulled the short shirt up and began to
lick and suck on Jamie's nipples. Jamie felt his knees grow weak and his heart
begin to pound as he glanced anxiously down the hall. He couldn't tell if it
was from the delicious sensations that Morgan was causing him to feel or from
an anxiety attack. Morgan was going too far. Doing this in private was one
thing but they could be arrested for what they were doing out here. He glanced
down to see Morgan's auburn curls bobbing up and down almost in rhythm with his
cock which refused to listen to it's owner frantic pleas. He gave a low moan
as his head and his body felt pulled in two different directions.
"Like that, do you?" Morgan said lifting his head just as the elevator pinged
to announce it's arrival. He briefly tongued Jamie's open mouth and closed the
coat once more and then casually strode down the hall. Jamie followed Morgan,
weaving slightly, in a completely mindless daze and into a luxurious suite
where a bottle of champagne awaited them in a silver bucket.
Morgan set the bag on the bed before turning to Jamie, "Strip." Morgan opened
the champagne with a loud pop and turned to pour them in the provided flutes.
He sipped his and watched as Jamie toed off his boots and then struggled out of
the pants and shirt. As often as Morgan had seen Jamie sans clothes before, he
never had the opportunity of just staring at him like this - like he was a
French dessert presented on a silver platter.
He walked around the small, silent, still figure and could see Jamie blush when
he told him to turn around, to squat, bend over and stand again. He ran his
hands over the preferred smooth skin on his chest and down to the freshly
shaved genitals and ass.
"Are you clean inside?" Morgan asked as he pinched the erect nipples.
Jamie swallowed and nodded. "Well, I like to be sure. So get on the bed and
spread em." Morgan said as he placed the leather bag on the bed and pulled out
an enema kit. He disappeared into the bathroom and Jamie could hear water
running as he situated himself spreadeagle on the bed. Morgan came out with the
filled bag and long rubber hose and a fluffy, white towel. He . He set the
items on the bed, brought over a brass coat rack and attached the bag to a
hook. With a quick flick of his hand motioned for Jamie to raise his hips and
placed the towel under him. He took a tube of lube out of the bag and sat on
the edge of the bed between Jamie's legs. He applied the lube to the end of
the hose and with another motion of his hand, Jamie raised his legs exposing
himself. The tip of the hose was gently inserted into the puckered hole, the
clamp was loosened and the water was released flooding Jamie with it's warmth.
Morgan placed his hand on the flat belly feeling the water as it filled his
lover.
"Mmmmm," Jamie whimpered as it got uncomfortable.
"Shhhh, baby. Just a little bit more. You can do it." Morgan whispered as he
lightly stroked the now distended belly. With his other, he played with the
flaccid cock and gave it a quick kiss and a lick as a reward and then reached
down to move the hose with slow tortuous in and out movements of the tightly
clenched sphincter.
Jamie's eyes were clenched and his forehead was dotted with beads of sweat at
the fullness and the almost unbearable teasing of the hose. Suddenly, Morgan
stood and clamped the bag and eased the hose out. With one hand behind Jamie's
shoulders, he helped the smaller man to his feet and headed him toward the
bathroom. Jamie emerged several minutes later looking even paler than usual
but silently moved toward Morgan as he beckoned with his finger.
The larger man walked around the submissive figure and rubbed the hairless,
inviting, ass and suddenly gave the white globes two sharp slaps. Jamie jumped
and Morgan grinned and took a sip of champagne. He turned to walk in front of
Jamie and leaned in to give him a kiss. The blue eyes widened as Morgan
transferred the sparkling wine to Jamie's mouth He choked and coughed..
"Shouldn't waste this stuff, Jamie. Pretty good, huh?" Morgan said taking
another mouthful before bending over to suckle on the nipples. Jamie's hands
wound themselves in Morgan's hair and pulled the head up to kiss the soft mouth
once again. Morgan broke off and began to lick his way down the hard chest.
He put his hands on Jamie's trim waist and turned him around and gently pushed
him so he was leaning over the bed. He continued to lick as he made his way
down to the handfuls of pale flesh which he spread open with his thumbs. He
gave a quick lick at the inviting crease and was rewarded with a moan of
pleasure. He suddenly thrust his tongue into the sensitive, wrinkled opening
and Jamie's whole body jerked in delight. He continued to poke his tongue into
the wet warmth while he reached around to fondle the ramrod stiff flesh and he
could feel Jamie's knees start to tremble. Since he found himself getting
aroused too fast as well, he quickly stood and grabbed the glass of champagne
before turning Jamie to kiss him.
Morgan reached to set the glass down without losing contact with Jamie's lips
and their tongues warred for dominance as he began to unbutton his own shirt.
He felt Jamie's hands on the buttons of his pants and he pulled them down and
flicked them off with his legs. Morgan reached down to cup Jamie's ass and
pull him closer and began to grind their rigid cocks together.
Morgan broke off, breathing heavily and led Jamie over to the bed. He opened
his bag and then sat down. "You did say anything, right baby?" Jamie looked
anxious and excited at the same time and nodded slowly.
"Lay across my lap then." Morgan patted his lap and managed to position Jamie
so his cock was between Morgan's legs and his ass was sticking up invitingly.
Morgan rubbed the pale mounds of flesh and then quickly hit both sides hard,
once. Morgan could feel his lover's cock jump and Jamie grabbed the bedspread.
Morgan admired the red handprint on the white skin before striking again.
Jamie gave a low groan from deep in his throat and Morgan, taking this as
encouragement, began a series of blows - soft, soft, hard, soft, hard until
Jamie's skin was red and hot. He would have liked to continue but his hand was
sore.
"Spread your legs," he ordered. He reached into the bag and pulled out a tube
of lubricant and a fairly thick butt plug. He wasn't sure what Jamie's
reaction to the plug would be, but he was fairly sure he'd go for it. He
squirted the lubricant onto his fingers and than began to slowly massage the
tight ring of muscle. He could feel Jamie begin to tremble. He had never met
anyone who liked to get fucked as much as Jamie. He slipped in one finger and
then lubed up the plug and placed it at the entrance of Jamie's body. It met a
brief resistance and then slipped right in as the younger man visibly relaxed
his muscles.
"Wonderful, just wonderful," Morgan murmured as he stroked and petted the red
cheeks. "Now stand up next to that dresser with your back facing me." Morgan
reached into the bag again and pulled out a short riding crop with a leather
loop at the end. To be honest, Morgan wasn't sure he could do this to Jamie,
but by God, if this was his lovers one fantasy, he certainly was going to try.
"Put your hands on the top and lean over. Spread your legs wide and show me
that filled hole," he ordered and Jamie swiftly complied.
He stood within a foot of Jamie and began to tease the crop over the pale back
and shoulders before reaching around to tease the bobbing cock. He let Jamie
get used to it and then swiftly pulled back and struck Jamie's shoulders.
Jamie jumped and gasped and hid his face in his arms.
"Jamie, y'okay?" Morgan said, his voice all concern. Had he gone too far?
"Yeah. Morgan?" Jamie whispered.
"What?"
"I'm fine. Do it again. Hard."
Morgan wasn't exactly sure what happened next - it all became a blur in his
mind - but he began to strike blow after blow to Jamie body. He never drew
blood but the whip left red welts with the hardest of the strokes. At one
point, he demanded Jamie lay on the bed on his back and he handcuffed him to
the headboard. Morgan began to strike at the chest and nipples while deep
shudders wracked Jamie's body. He teased the swollen, purple cockhead with
gentle swats and then would strike at the unprotected abdomen. He heard Jamie
begin to groan with the effort of trying to keep silent but with each strike he
became more and more vocal.
"Christ, Morgan, I think I'm going to come." he cried.
"No!" Morgan yelled and he threw the whip to the side. "Not yet, Jamie. Damn
you, not yet." He reached down and pinched the head of his cock and Jamie
cried in agony as the desire faded.
Morgan grabbed the tube of lubricant and swiftly oiled his cock with one hand
while he pulled the butt plug with from Jamie's ass with the other. He lifted
Jamie's knees to his shoulders and then swiftly plunged into the now relaxed,
lubricated orifice with one smooth motion. Jamie opened his mouth to scream
but was stopped by Morgan's questing tongue filling his mouth. Morgan lay on
top of Jamie for a brief moment before pulling up to begin thrusting into the
heat of Jamie's body. There was nothing as good as this. Jamie beneath him,
open and willing, his blue eyes wincing with pain/pleasure as lover rammed into
him with all his strength. Jamie gave a small whimper and Morgan reached down
to stroke the now erect cock.
"Come for me, Jamie. Come with me, sunshine." Morgan panted as he began to
vary his thrusting - quick, short spurts and then the long slide out before
shoving back in again as hard as he could. For a brief moment, he considered
whether he was hurting Jamie. He'd never gone at him so hard before. But one
look at the almost heavenly pleasure that lit Jamie's perspiring face and the
thought quickly disappeared. Jamie wrapped his legs around Morgan's waist in
an effort to take even more of Morgan into him.
Morgan shook his head and the sweat droplets fell to mingle with the streaks of
sweat on Jamie's chest. God, he loved this man. Morgan swore it was the sight
of his lover's marked body heaving beneath him in the throes of sexual delight
that sent him over the edge.
"Jamie, I'm going to come, baby." Morgan gasped.
"I love you, Morgan!" Jamie screamed as he contracted his inner muscles at the
peak of Morgan's thrust and felt Morgan's warmth spread through him. Morgan
froze and trembled and squeezed Jamie's cock and was rewarded with copious,
milky fluid splattering them both as their orgasms seem to go on forever.
Morgan slumped heavily over Jamie's heaving chest, his hair damp with exertion.
They lay like that for several minutes before Morgan made a move to slide off.
"No, stay inside me just a little longer, please?" Jamie asked rather
tentatively. "I love the feel of you in me."
"Well, I will as long as I can, sweetheart." But nature soon had other ideas
and Morgan slid off once his breathing was back to normal. He got up and
unlocked the cuffs to Jamie's wrists and went to the bathroom. He returned
with several wet washcloths and lifting Jamie's leg cleaned him off with
loving, tender strokes. He grabbed another one to gently clean the rest of the
marked body that lay silently before him. He wished Jamie would say something.
He lay back down and propped himself on his elbow next to Jamie who had his
eyes closed.
"Was it everything you wanted, Jamie?" Morgan asked quietly, and a bit
anxiously.
Jamie's eyes quickly opened and he turned his head to face him. "Morgan,." he
spoke softly, "it was marvelous." He pushed a lock of unruly, damp hair away
from the relieved green eyes. "Only you could have turned me on so much."
"Why do you have only one fantasy? Can you tell me that?" Morgan really wanted
to know.
"Because I live with my very own walking fantasy, don't I? Don't need anything
else." Jamie said simply.
Morgan could feel the wetness in his eyes threatening to overflow so he sighed
and pulled Jamie's head to his chest and wrapped his legs around the man he
loved so much. He could feel sleep dragging at him and the black haired head
grew heavy on him as well.
He was just drifting off when he heard Jamie say, "You owe me 500 bucks, babe."
The end.
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