Harte couldn't get tom out of his mind. Of course, he didn't know how tom felt, but for the first two weeks after that bad evening, Harte played over what had happened, step by step. Had he misread tom? Had he moved to fast? Had he done something TOO forward? He knew he had to "push" when it came to tom, but he also knew there was pushing too hard, pushing too slowly, and pushing just right. He THOUGHT he had gone just right, but apparently not. He had the phone number for tom's house, and he called, more than once - no, more than six times. Each time, he spoke to one of tom's parents, and he got the same answer. "I'm sorry Harte. I wish I could give you a better answer. He was having so much fun with you but lately... well, he just doesn't want to come to the phone. " "I understand ma'am" he said to tom's mother once. "I won't bother you anymore. If you would just tell tom I said hi and bye, that would be great. "
And so it was. Harte tried to move on. He had his job, and he went to work everyday before he came home and drank - usually too much - but that big tall sturdy blond boy who seemed so, well, willing, was someone he just couldn't get out of his head. He DID see a few other guys. No one was as interesting. They were all good looking - it was hard not to find "talent" in a town where there was a big university nearby (the one tom was beginning in September), but after tom, and the challenges, and the victories, Harte got bored very fast, and ended all the relationships very quickly.
Harte had begun the difficult task of getting tom out of his mind until one Friday night, when he took a trip to what they called the "college bar." There were more than a few gay bars in the area, but the one called "Buddies and More" was the place where most of the college guys hung out. The students who wanted a rougher time had other bars to pick, and Harte could usually be found there, but that Friday, he was bored with all of them, and decided to try the "vanilla bar" as they called it.
Friday night, college nearby, and the bar was JAMMED. Harte smiled. He liked crowded bars. Very easy to "cop a feel," or to see a nice naked chest, sneak a kiss or a tit tweak. He had a beer in his hand, and he was moving through the crowd. He looked up and he stared across the room.
Was that tommy, in a gay bar? He seemed to be with a group of friends, laughing, having their drinks. The guy was blond, hunky, blue eyed, and seemed really young . Even in the crowded bar, Harte recognized the laugh. It was tom. Meanwhile, tom, in that way that we have all experienced, thought he felt someone staring at him. He looked across the bar and saw Harte. He froze and then, when he came out of the freeze, put down his drink, made an excuse that he didn't feel well, and left. He moved fast, and Harte couldn't catch him. He did see the old white car tommy got in to drive away. Harte had to laugh: he knew that car, he had worked on it. It was the older one that tom's father used. He probably lent it to tommy to drive to and from school, etc. Harte didn't know where tommy lived now - he did know he had moved into his own place when college started - but he knew where the college was, and he knew the car. He began to formulate a plan.
"There he is. Could he have gotten better looking? I think he did." Harte was leaning against the front of tommy's car in the university parking lot. He saw his quarry coming toward him. Very little had changed. tommy wore jeans now, but he had on one of his blue shirts, opened at the throat, and that baseball jacket Harte loved. He was smiling, laughing occasionally, as he talked to the young woman next to him. Before he started walking toward the car, tommy leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
"Ok... he's doing chicks. That may make this more challenging but..." As tommy got closer, he saw Harte leaning on his car. He slowed down, and Harte smiled, then spoke. "Hey stranger. Long time no see." tommy needed a minute to gain his composure. His first reaction was to yell at Harte to get the hell out, but he felt a "ping" in his crotch that he hadn't felt since he stopped masturbating as he thought about the things Harte had done to him. "It has been a long time. Sorry I haven't called. College turned out to be way more busy than I thought it would be." tom forced a giggle, looked down, shook his head and laughed. "We had some good times Harte, didn't we?" Harte smiled. "Yeah, we did. Until that last one. I was trying to call you to apologize. I pushed you too hard, and I shouldn't have. I got... well, I got too excited." tommy shrugged his shoulders. "It's ok. I... I guess you woke up something in me that I didn't think was there. Now, well, I'm trying to figure things out. " He giggled. "You saw Sherri. I hope I don't do something stupid. I don't even know if I want to go out with her." Harte hoped it wasn't too bold, but he asked. "Are you going out with anyone else?" "Not now. I was going out with a guy named Dino. Just didn't work. He wanted me to do things that I didn't want to do." NOW Harte was intrigued. "Like what?" tommy blushed. "The kind of things you used to do to me." "You didn't want to do them?" "Well, no. I thought that he would do the same kinda things to me, and.... well, it just didn't work." "I'm sorry tommy. I guess if people don't know you well, they just think.. you're the take charge type ." "Ha ha. That's the funniest thing. One guy who I met at Buddies told me I'm just an ice princess." Now Harte laughed. "Ice princess, I just wanted to say I'm sorry and see you one last time. I hope you have a good life." As Harte turned around, tom yelled "Hey Harte.. WAIT. Maybe we can catch a drink or something?" "Sure. You know my number." Harte walked off thinking "he's never gonna call." "No, I mean, like, now. I've got the car. Can we drive someplace, just get a drink or something? Talk?" "I'd like that tom. You sure?" "I'm sure. AS LONG AS YOU DON'T DO ANY FUNNY STUFF." "Hook in place," thought Harte. "Reel him in."
So they went to a small bar near tom's new apartment. They were there for about an hour before tom asked: "Can I show you my new place?" Harte smiled. "You sure you want me in a closed place alone with you?" "YOU MADE ME A PROMISE HARTE." "Ha ha. I know. sure. I'd love to see the place." It was what real estate brokers would call a "junior one bedroom:" small, probably more correctly a large studio with a divider, but it was big enough for one, or even two people. tom's obsessive organization was evident: his desk was in the corner, near the brightest light in the apartment. Books stacked neatly, papers organized, clearly the core of the apartment. A small dining table, a television, a radio, a few other odds and ends. "I shouldn't do this, but here's the bedroom." Harte smiled as he looked at the bed, made as if a serviceman had taken care of it in the morning, a closet: white and blue shirts, blue pants, tan pants, and jeans, karate gear. Not much else. "Is it ok if I use your bathroom?" Harte asked. His plan had coalesced. "Sure. I'll wait outside. We can talk when you're back." tom had sat down at his desk and his back was to the bathroom. When Harte came out, he walked over, and put his hand on tom's shoulder. tom jumped up. "HARTE! You promised me no funny stuff." Harte looked at him. "Did that touch really bother you?" tom was quiet for a minute. "No. I liked it. I liked it too much. It made me remember...." "Sit down tommy. Right in that desk chair." Harte had made a detour to tommy's bedroom and had found a necktie. "Put your hands behind you." "yes sir." tom felt Harte tighten the bond around his wrists. Then he felt Harte's hands move very slowly down his shoulders, before they settled on his nipples. "OH GOD. OH YES. I remember. MMMMMM" Harte's fingers were thawing "ice princess" tom. He was moaning slightly. "You know, none of the guys ever asked about tying me up. They never asked if I would tie them up either. " Harte covered tom's ear with his lips. "I'll keep you tied up everyday. You want that." A big sigh came out of tom, and his bulge got bigger. "OH YEAH. Yes sir. " "Keep you underneath me. Give you what those other guys couldn't. Fill you every day. You want that?" "yes sir. " "You want it right now." The last one was a statement, not a question. Harte didn't wait for the answer. He just said. "Let's go," and he lifted tom's bound arms up so he could get him out of the chair, and into the bedroom. "No restraints. We'll have to make due with the neckties. " He lay tom on his side and he began playing with his nipples again. tom was moaning, and Harte opened the shirt buttons. "Might have to sacrifice that t shirt. We can use it again, for sex play." He bit at the cloth until he had enough of an opening to tear holes so he could get at Harte's tits directly. He squeezed one, chewed the other, then alternated. tom was getting harder and harder, and while he pushed at the ropes, he couldn't loosen them. "Harte... could you. mmmmmmmmmmph." Harte's tongue was down tom's throat, pushing, almost gagging the handsome blond. "It's up to you tommy. It really IS up to you. You know what I'm asking. "Doggie style Harte. Take me. I'm ready this time." "Ok. You tell me when to stop." Harte opened tommy's pants and then his own. He rolled him on his belly, and then he had him pull in his legs so that his ass stuck out more. He put his thumb to tommy's asshole, and pressed. "YES. OH THAT FEELS GOOD SIR. " A wet finger followed, opening up tom. tom winced when he felt the wad of spit his his ass. He didn't know why he winced, but he did. "Ok, blondie. I'm entering now." tommy had been penetrated two or three times, but this is one he really, REALLY wanted. He pushed back to take Harte's cock. "SHIT. I missed this for all those months. FILL ME SIR" "Ride the cock studmuffin. RIDE THE COCK." "Next time, tommy boy. You're gonna learn about COLLARS. And milking. And all kinds of stuff." "Next time" went through tom's mind. Did he want a next time? Yeah, he did. " "SHOOT IN ME BOSS. SHOOT IN ME. " he yelled, and he heard the slosh of Harte's cum filling him. He smiled. THIS is what he had missed that night. Harte rolled tommy on his back and covered his cock with his mouth. "For old time's sake." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" tommy lay back. Harte was much better at this than Sherri. He enjoyed every bit of it. He would learn to do so because it wouldn't happen very often. When he shot, Harte pulled his mouth away, and tommy was covered in his own jizz - a common occurrence around there. Harte looked at him and smiled. "I hope you're not going to try to get me to leave, because I'm not going." tommy smiled. "If you try to leave, there's gonna be trouble."
That weekend, they moved Harte in. He brought all his sex toys with him, and over tom's time in college, they used all of them. When college ended, and tom got a job at a local research lab, they moved it all into a larger apartment. Harte had become the major shareholder in the store where he had worked, and they both wore shirts and ties, everyday. And everyday, tom spent an hour, maybe longer, after work, in bondage, as Harte tried out new toys, new games on him.
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As we leave Harte and tom, you may remember that early on we learned that tom was co-president of the high school math club, with a guy even more geeky than he was. That guy, Freddy, will be the subject of the next set of installments.