Torrid Affair 4

The hand on his dick stroked up to the flared edge of his cock-head in a strong firm pull, then his thumb swiped across the head. Trey's mouth opened and his hips jerked, pushing his cock into the guy's hand. He couldn't help it. It felt so damned good. The guy smiled and stroked down slowly, then up slowly, then down again. Slow smooth stroke after slow smooth stroke. In fact, too slow. Trey gasped and strained, trying not to push into his hand to make him go faster.

He wanted to cum, but he didn't want to cum in another guy's hand. But God, he desperately, desperately...wanted...to cum. "Easy, boy." Stroke, stroke, stroke... "Don't try to resist, just let go and empty your load for me." Trey gasped, and winced. It felt so good. It felt too good. It felt like his dick was going to explode and his head with it. "I don't think I can." He groaned. 'Liar, liar, pants on fire!' He was so close already... Too close. Way too close. "You can. You're right on the edge." He swept his thumb across the top of Trey's cock-head. Pre-cum slithered under his thumb. "Oh yeah, you're right there." He squeezed just a little. Erotic fire flared from Trey's balls to the tip of his dick. He choked and his body took over, his brain going bye-bye. A moan escaped his mouth.

He bucked hard into the guy's hand, and kept bucking, thrusting into the guy's palm, fucking his hand. His breath came in pants making small embarrassingly desperate sounds. He was going to cum. "Yes, that's it, cum for me." Bucking hard and fast, a choking cry came out of Treys mouth before he could stop it. "Look at me!" Trey's eyes opened. His head tilted back, his body thrusting into a hot palm lubricated by his own pre-cum, he stared straight into the guy's black and direct gaze, looming over him, only inches from his face. His balls tensed and released. He froze and felt the delicious fire of his release jetting up his dick. He cried out, his eyes trying to close, his mouth open with the ecstasy of cutting loose.

And he spilled, and spilled, shooting his load. His hips jerked instinctively, thrusting his cock into the guy's hand, using his tight grip to milk himself dry. He moaned and his knees gave out, falling forward onto the guy. The guy released his hair, and his dick. Trey laid his head on the guy's shoulder, panting for breath, his body shaking from the effects of his climax, his heart racing in his chest. "Oh, god...oh, shit...shit..." The guy's arm came around his waist, holding him up. "That was very good, very nice. Very sweet."

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He positioned himself directly in front of Trey, his booted feet between Trey's bare feet. His hand moved between them in a short up-down movement that brushed against Trey's belly. "What...?"Trey tried to pull back. The guy wouldn't let him. "Hold still." Trey's breathing quickened. "What are you doing?" The guy's other arm came around him, embracing him, and his hold tightened. "I was greasing my dick with your cum." Tray stiffened. "What?" Then he felt it, the rigid heat of the guy's dick tight against his bare stomach. The guy reached down with his other hand to grab Trey's ass-cheek, his fingers digging in. He hunched, thrusting his dick up against Trey's stomach. He relaxed and thrust again, then groaned.

"Oh yeah, this won't take long at all." He thrust up against Trey's belly, then again, and again, harder, and faster, his arm locked around Trey and his fingers digging tightly into Trey's ass. The guy was masturbating against Trey's belly. Handcuffed and trapped in the guy's embrace, Trey had no choice but to submit to the cock rubbing against his stomach greased in his own cum. The guy bucked against him, thrusting hard and fast, his balls banging softly against Trey's. His breathing sped up to tight pants.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah..." Trey turned his head and his lips came in contact with the straining muscles on the side of the guy's neck. He opened his mouth and tasted the guy's sweat, and his arousal, against his tongue. It tasted...interesting. The guy moaned and shivered violently. His thrusts became erratic. Trey could not stop himself from lapping the guy's neck, tasting him all the way to back side of his jaw. He closed his teeth on the lobe of the guys' ear, just because. The guy froze, and jerked against his stomach.

"Oh shit!" Fiercely hot wetness spilled against Trey's belly. Trey felt a bolt of shock. He had cum. He had known he would, that was the point of this exercise, but still... He'd never actually felt another guy's release happen against his own body. The guy thrust again, slower this time, grinding his dick against Trey until all rigidity was gone. He slumped against Trey, groaning and pressing him back against the wall.

His heart hammered against Trey's chest. "Hell...yeah." The guy pulled back and they both stared at the creamy white wetness smeared across their bellies. He smiled. "Damn boy, we dumped quite a load." Trey scowled at him. "I'm going to have bruises on my ass from your fingers." The guy smiled proudly. "Yes you are, and you'll remember that my hand put them there every time you see them in the mirror." Trey stiffened. He hadn't thought of that. The guy took Trey's mouth in a fierce kiss, and pulled back. "Damn, that was good. Come home with me." Trey jerked in his hold. "No! I can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't..." He turned his head away. "Not with guys." The guy's leaned over to catch his gaze. His brow lifted.

"But you just did." Trey turned his head the other way, dodging his gaze and blushing furiously. "I uh...yeah, but that wasn't...normal... Not for me..."

"Huh." The guy stepped away, walking over to the sink. The water hissed on. The water went off. The guy walked back into the stall with his dick tucked in his pants and wet paper towels in his hand. "Does this mean I'm your first?" Trey looked away. Yes. And God help him, preferably his 'only'. "Well, hot damn, a virgin." He leaned over and stroked Trey's dripping belly with the warmed paper towels, wiping away the cum. Trey shivered under the strong strokes. "I am not a virgin!" The guy looked up at him.

"Then you've been ass-fucked?" Trey jerked back against the wall, horrified. "No!" The guy grinned and straightened. "Heh -- cherry-boy." He leaned close and dropped a quick kiss on his lips. "Now you've got to come home with me. I haven't had a virgin ass in ages." He walked away with the soiled paper towels. "What is up with you?" Trey shook his head in astonishment. The cuffs rattles against the safety bar. "What part of `no' don't you get?" The guy walked back into the stall and picked up his black muscle shirt. "The handful of your cum that says, 'yes'." He pulled his shirt over his head and tucked it into his pants. What a load of crap! Trey scowled. "That's just mechanics." The guy's black gaze narrowed and his jaw tightened. "Really?" He grabbed Trey by the face and took his mouth hard. Trey tried to resist, but the guy's tongue found its way into his mouth, and then somehow Trey found himself stroking the guy's tongue with his own, kissing him back just as fiercely. Moans boiled from his throat.

The guy released him and scowled. "Mechanics, my ass." Trey slumped against the wall, his knees weak. He'd kissed him back. He turned his head, but couldn't stop looking at the guy from behind the fall of his blond hair. Why had he responded to that kiss? Confusion, and a sense of immanent loss made the weirdest mix congealing into a cold hard lump in the base of his throat. The guy stared hard at Trey while fastening his jeans, his mouth tight. Trey shivered. Probably an effect of all the sweat cooling on his body. Yeah, that was it. Cooling sweat. The guys stepped up to Trey and reached around Trey's body with both hands. Trey felt his entire treacherous body yearn to go to him, to lean against him, to fall into his warm embrace, to be held -- which frightened him more than the threat of a dick up his ass. He raised his chin and stiffened, but a fine trembling broke out all over him.

Trapping Trey's gaze with his black stare, the guy and unfastened the handcuffs. He stepped back, staring. Trey gasped for a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and rubbed his sore wrists. The guy tilted his head to one side, his gaze focused and intense, then tossed the cuffs onto Trey's bag. "Memento for you." He turned to the side, reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Trey leaned back against the wall, eyeing the guy warily. 'That better not be money he's pulling out of there. I'm not a whore.' The guy held up a white business card between two fingers.

"When you change your mind, call me." He dropped it onto Trey's bag, shoved his wallet in his back pocket, and thumped out of the men's room. Trey took a piss, washed at the sink, then got dressed and packed his bag, all while desperately trying not to think about anything at all. His hair brushed and bound back in its customary tail, and his glasses firmly perched on his nose, Trey abandoned the men's room and fled to his Jeep without saying a word to anybody. He drove home with the radio playing as loud as he could stand it, to drown out any possible thoughts. Once he was ensconced in his small apartment, he dropped the bag on his bedroom floor, and kicked it under his king-sized bed so he wouldn't have to look at it. He went into the bathroom, dropped his clothes and took the longest shower of his life. It was two whole days before Trey had the guts to dig his black nylon gym bag out from under his bed.

Kneeling on the hardwood floor he stared at it, then reached for the zipper and tugged it back with shaking hands, opening it. The scent of vanilla wafted out. His dick hardened, violently. According to the money still crammed into the bag, he not only had a check for five hundred, already deposited, thank you very much, but four-hundred and eighty in cash. His boots needed airing out desperately. He left the handcuffs in the bag.

His g-string was missing. According to the white business card, the guy was Ken (Kenshin) Asano, a martial arts teacher of Shudokan, a Japanese style of karate. Trey blinked. No wonder he couldn't do a damned thing to stop him. He was a fucking karate expert! Oddly, Trey suddenly felt a whole lot better about the situation, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. That didn't stop him from masturbating in the shower while his imagination burned with visceral memories of the guy's hands on his cock, and his tongue sweeping his skin... He spilled his load on the shower floor, gasping out Kenshin's name. He went to work the following day with Kenshin's card tucked in his wallet.

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