The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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APRIL Showers 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Once inside Aldo's townhouse-styled apartment, Jean-Claude followed him up the stairway to the second floor. Usually, upon entering another's abode for the first time, his `inner-architecture' would kick in, his admiring of how detailing from another age, present or the existence of the avant-garde pushing the limits into modernism was utilized to construct a home. However, Jean-Claude's artistic attention went right out the window as his mind trained on the swiveling of Aldo's hips as feet agilely swooped up each stair.
"I think you will find this room very accomodating, Jean-Claude."
"Um, yes," he replied, kept off guard by his lingering mind, as when Aldo pirouetted, Jean-Claude now took in the front side of his host's rear. Quickly he drew frontal assault, his head uplifting til his eyesight gazed at the ceiling. "Hmm... nice ceiling... Cubist, no?" It's the best description to come to mind, being the corners of the room squared off.
Architecture not his forte, Aldo replies, "Yes, matter of fact." He was thinking the same thing, though from a florist's perspective, ignorance was bliss! Smartly though, he drew Jean-Claude's attention to, "Now I know you brought your own wardrobe, but if you should happen to have not packed something in a hurry..." And as he went for the closet door, Aldo informed Jean-Claude he knew `why' he had journeyed to the city, spelling out the unfortunate situation facing him. As they both toured the walk-in closet, Aldo pointed out, "And down here are some shoes, though," and he first looked down at Jean-Claude's feet, did a quick-check of the zipper region, then compared his feet to his own, "no, I guess myself wrong..."
"About?" Jean-Claude questions, doing the same, comparing feet with a stolen glance here or there.
"I think maybe we might both be the same size? 9 1/2?"
"I am," Jean-Claude replies. "How uncanny. Um, do you often have your guest room attired to fit your guests?"
"Depends on the guest," Aldo replies as he stares into Jean-Claude's eyes.
It didn't take long for Jean-Claude to see where this was headed, though both pretty much gave in to each other and before a couple of minutes passed, Jean-Claude's Atlantic City tee shirt was up and over his head. After Aldo took the liberty of a self-guided tour, his hands traversed the regions of Jean-Claude's bod.
Like two eating one apple between them, the sounds of a scrumptious delight filled the interior of the closet. Against the mirror Jean-Claude's back rested as Aldo worked the shirt off overhead. Without hesitation, Aldo targeted Jean-Claude's left nip, cupped his mouth over it, his tongue flicking over the meaty part.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jean-Claude replied, his head pressing against the glass. He couldn't recall how or when, but without reservation he interrupted Aldo in order to lift his shirt up.
Taking the hint, plus coupled with the lust to get his mouth back on Jean-Claude's hairy chest-pec, Aldo assisted, tearing his tee off over his head. His mouth once again met it's target. Cupping his hand underneath the halfmoon-formed pec, Aldo made tender love to the tasty morsel.
All at the expense of Jean-Claude's moanings, Aldo changed direction, his tongue worshipping the right side. Simultaneously, Jean-Claude's hands grazed the contours of Aldo's arms, in between his arms, his back and digging his hand in between pants and the small hairy place at the lower back. Two fingers led the way down the middle, touching more hair as it sank between the creases of Aldo's ass. Finding it snug, Jean-Claude's other hand found it's way to Aldo's bellyhole and while his thumb dug into the deep indentation, it told him he was at the gateway to Aldo's pleasure center.
"Mmmmmm," Aldo sighed as he kissed Jean-Claude's chest, his mouth easing up to lips. In total surrender, as Jean-Claude began unbuckling the leather belt, Aldo mentions, "It's kind of stuffy in this closet, wouldn't you agree?"
Jean-Claude snidely remarks, "You got a better place?"
Aldo turned and walked towards the door `out', his head at first shrugging towards the doorway. As he went to go out, Jean-Claude's hands caught him from behind, slipping around his bod to his chest. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh-you-son-of-a....ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
He couldn't tell but Jean-Claude was smiling a toothy grin as both hands acted as a counter balance against Aldo's chest, holding him back and a hardened cock forced up against his clothed ass. "I had a feeling you wanted more than to show me `your' closet?"
Dropping his hands, Aldo turned around, his ass falling onto the bed. "Um, so when did you make your discovery?"
"Does it matter?" Jean-Claude replied, standing directly in front of Aldo, his waist in a perfect ratio to a pair of eyes. "Go for it!"
His face painted a slight pink color, Aldo apologizes, "Ah yeah, well..."
"So?" Jean-Claude led his host on, "you going to finish what you started?" Giving further hint, Jean-Claude unbuckles his own belt, unbuttons each little button of his jeans, except the last two.
Head zooming down to where the action is, Aldo licked his lips, his tongue wetting lips as he saw the lowrise briefs showing off the beginnings of Jean-Claude's dark brown, curly pubes.
It's strange, how it came to mind, something Denny had once told him about, a short-lived affair with a man of `leather'. Backing up, Jean-Claude assumed the position. Not the one Denny lowered himself to, but of the other guy in the two-man tryst.
"Huh?" Aldo questioned, head shooting up as Jean-Claude backed away a foot or so. His hands, already to undo the last two buttons of pants, hung in midair.
"You want it `boy', come and get it!"
"Mmmmmm," Aldo said as his ass slipped off the edge of the bed, his knees striking the carpet with a dull thud.
He only hoped he could play out the role, remember some of the moves Denny's topman did. One was as natural to any gay sexual encounter, Jean-Claude putting his hand to the back of Aldo's head, drawing his whole face into his pubic area.
Making a muffled sound, Aldo had a mixed reaction of surprise and pleasure. "Ohhhhhh," came the soft, muddled tone. If only Jean-Claude had known the many times Aldo's face had been forced into the pubic pocket, both clothed and naked, would he know how much he was turning Aldo on.
His mind going blind of Denny's dream fantasy come true, Jean-Claude relied on his intuition. In a snap it came to mind. Denny had mentioned holding off, keeping the bottom at bay. He tried out the theory.
Sure enough, when Jean-Claude backed off Aldo again whimpered as his hand, which had been holding the two golfball-sized orbs under Jean-Claude's tent, juggled loose in release, his nose missing the scent. "Ohhhhhhh," came the gripe off of Aldo's lips.
"Aha!" Jean-Claude said out loud in exclamation as he spied Denny's.... `no,' separating thoughts from the past to now, spying Aldo's hand firming up his own sheathed pleaure center.
It was then Aldo let the cat out of the bag, "Sorry Sir," he replied, dropping his hand from his massaging action. Then leading, "I guess you're angry that I was stroking myself, Sir?" And before Jean-Claude could get a word in, Aldo forms an obelisk, his arms going behind his back, hands coupled in prayer, his body perking up onto his knees, just the way Aldo had done when he played with what started as a trick, one night stand and evolved into more than a few times with a dominant master.
"You bet your sweet ass, boy!"
Perhaps Jean-Claude thought it a cute phrase, but to Aldo his sphincter took it literal, twitching, his cock pulsing. Then, with even a catchier wording, as he had been taught by his occasional master, "My ass is yours Sir... to use and abuse!"
Liking what he was hearing, Jean-Claude was feeling more of an urge for release, though he wanted all the trimmings along with it. Out of natural response, he sarcastically acts out, "Well I can't do any ass-abusin' with these pants on `boy'!"
"Hell yeah!" Aldo said right out loud as he went to work stripping what was left of Jean-Claude's wardrobe. If it were his usual `master', Aldo could have been punished, but testing found his new master relaxed on the discipling.
Loving the attention, Jean-Claude began liking their little game. He smiled when recalling Denny's scene. As soon as Aldo had his pants and briefs down to his ankles, his hand forced the matter of his hard shaft needing attention.
"Grumphff!" Was all that was heard, Aldo's face hand-forced into Jean-Claude's pubes. Knowing the drill, Aldo's mouth was open as soon as he felt the palm of Jean-Claude's hand on the back of his head.
`Oh shit!' was the afterthought, Jean-Claude wondered as he pushed too hard, feeling his shaft go right to the back of Aldo's throat and down! Relaxing his grip his head dropped backwards as he felt Aldo throat-massage his 9.5c, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh...ohh-fuck yeah!"
Slowly the master was losing control, Aldo's hands removed from behind his back so the resistance of hands on Jean-Claude's ass brought his face deeper into the pubic pocket, forcing more cock into his throat. And, as if his ass doing the cock-work, Aldo's head pulled back when he relaxed his hands, then pressure on Jean-Claude's melons jambed the hard shaft back down his throat.
"Oh fuck Aldo!" Jean-Claude exclaimed.
Pulling off with a pop and a slurp, Aldo replied, "You liked it `Sir'?"
Obviously, Jean-Claude realizes Aldo wanting to keep up the roles.
With continual hint, Aldo suggests, "I could probably do a much better job with you lying down, Sir?"
Seeing want in his eyes, not that Jean-Claude didn't have the wanting for himself, he puts on his authoritarian act, "Then what-the-fuck you waiting for boy?"
However, both went to work, as they made their way around the side of the bed, each stripping the remnants of fabric from their bods. It also became a `timeout' of sorts.
More relaxed, Jean-Claude asks, "So, you can really get into this `Sir' stuff, huh?"
Giggling, Aldo tells him, "I've got some stuff in the closet I didn't show you because I didn't want to scare you away. But now that I know you're into it..."
Going to say something, to advise Aldo he had next to no experience playing the dominant figure, he gave up. But he smiled while he waited for Aldo's return, thinking in a very soft voice as he stroked his cock, "Oh how I want that ass!" He didn't have to say it to prove it, his hand running up and down his barrel, back of his hand hitting into scratchy hair, the circle of thumb and index finger replicating the sphincter of a man's chute. "What the hell is that?"
Thinking he was playing with a man of somewhat experience, Aldo now knew he was in for some tutoring. But it's not that he hasn't been in Jean-Claude's place. When getting into something new, everybody's got to start someplace. "I take it you don't know anything about the leather scene?"
Coming to terms with his ignorance, now that he couldn't hide it, Jean-Claude smiles and in response, "Um, I have the belt in my pants and a few leather ones at home in my closet?"
Dropping the duffle bag on the floor, Aldo puts on a fashion show of sorts. "How do you like it?"
Walking up to Aldo, Jean-Claude lets his hand-freed cock flop around. With both hands, he feels up two of the leather straps coursing Aldo's chest, the back of his hands feeling up the dark chest hair. "Soft."
"What? My fur or the leather?"
"Both," Jean-Claude replies. Actually he meant the leather straps of the harness, but seeing it turned Aldo on to include the mass of hair outlining, defining his beefy pecs, he included it. "Hmmm," he pondered, touching the two rings which held the thick chainlink of leather together, a silver ring set exactly in place over each nip, "amazing how you got one which lines up perfect?"
"It took a couple of tryons, but..." then releasing a secret detail, "I kind of have sensitive nips and..." Before he could complete his thought, another one entered his mind, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Chuckling, Jean-Claude made an assumption, "You're such a pig for... for...."
Aldo spelled it out for him, "Pain?"
"Oh really?" Jean-Claude followed suggestion, drawing more of Aldo's nips through the rings with his fingers and thumb, mashing them harder.
"Hee, heee," Aldo laughed.
"What?"
"I see I'm not the only one enjoying myself?" Being Aldo knew Jean-Claude wasn't being formal, being he didn't know any of the `rules' of a master-slave sitcom, he took advantage and took the hard shaft in his hand and stroked it.
"Oh really?" Jean-Claude replies. Then, testing how far he could go, he pulls more pec meat outside the silver rings and pulverizes them.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-fuckinnnnnnnnnnn-shit-yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah...." and as Jean-Claude loosens the reins, "Ohhhh....nooooooo....don't stop!"
Telling it like it is, Jean-Claude tells, "Oh man are you a glutton for pain!"
Grabbing hold of his hairy forearms, Aldo forces Jean-Claude's arms backwards, towards himself, increasing the tension on the pulling of his nips. "Oh yeah!"
"Um," Jean-Claude lets go.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Aldo exclaims in the negative.
Another Denny-incident recalled, "Isn't it an offense that you touch me? I mean, as I learned from Denny..."
"Just who' is this Denny'?"
With another lull in the roleplaying, Jean-Claude talks about his college bud, comparing much to what he thinks Aldo is like. Same time, the two take on the chore of bringing the comforter and sheets down to the foot of the bed, tossing the extra pillows anywhere.
"Sounds like this Denny-guy can be a lot of fun. Tell me though, is he versatile?"
"Sorry," Jean-Claude says as the two stand there face to face on each side of the bed.
"Oh well. No harm in asking." Then more direct, "Um, you want to hop into the sheets so I can start taking care of you... um, `Sir'?"
It's how Aldo wanted it and Jean-Claude had no qualms about it, the Sir-boy roles. He thought it a little strange, him lying there with his hands behind his head, thoroughly enjoying Aldo's lips replaying his chest pecs, licking down his stomach, darting in and out of his bellyhole, the treasure trail throwing a strong hint to his already hard shaft and Aldo working him over with leather strips covering his chest, the two silver rings never missing the targets of his pink-swollen nips, and.... "Nice little set up there around your privates?"
Last thing to be explained, Aldo picks his bod up to sitting on his knees. "Oh! You like it?" Then explaining it part by part, "One thing is, a guy's cock has to be kind of on the soft side before slipping it into the collar."
"Collar?" Jean-Claude questions, leaning up on his elbows to get a better look at Aldo's pubes, over his own swollen one.
"Yeah. You can hardly see it. I mean, you can see it more when it's not fastened around my cock and balls, but when I'm hard, it's really a chore to see. Plus, after I push my cock and balls through it, the blood gets caught up in it, my cock and balls expand and then it's like impossible to see anything except the strap which runs from the cock and ball gag to the harness."
"And let me guess. The tautness of the harness keeps your cock facing forwards and your swollen balls nice and firm?"
"Hey! Want to do something?"
Jean-Claude sat further up on his arms, watching Aldo as he hopped off the bed, went for the duffle bag on the floor and returned in a jiffy.
"Want to try this?" Aldo tosses what looks to be a mini-flogger onto Jean-Claudes abs.
Picking it up, he examines it as if something from an alien spacecraft. "What do I do with it pray tell?"
Standing, Aldo informs him, "I lift my cock up like this... well you're supposed to do it... but anyway, you take the quirt..."
"Quirt?"
"Yeah. It's like a tiny flogger, but is safer to use then a bullwhip."
"Bullwhip?" Jean-Claude questions. "Isn't that what cowboys use?"
Being smartalecky, Aldo replies, "Yeah. On their bulls!"
"You know, you're giving me just reason to use this?"
All he did was give a little, innocent swipe of the quirt up and under Aldo's balls and his cock was visibly pulsing as he sighed long and low, "Ohhhhhhhh that felt so fuckin' good! Can you do it... like harder?"
"Maybe later," Jean-Claude quipped, throwing the little handy ball-busting tool on the floor.
Aldo whimpered.
"But right now, how about you sinking down in the sheets and taking care of me?"
"Okay. No sweat!"
And, as Aldo sucked, licked cock, balls, tongued ass, returned to satiating Jean-Claude's sexual needs down under his bellyhole, Jean-Claude was not without pity, reeking havoc of Aldo's nips, pulling them through the silver rings and giving them a good mashing!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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