This is for you gents who wished to hear the conclusion of Monique's husband's ass pounding adventure part III in the Nifty Erotic Story Archives, Authoritarian/gay section. The tale contains an unusual twist.
So I had just dropped my drawers and thrust my big smooth asscheeks against Richard's hard cock encased in his fetching jock strapped pouch. He floored me by responding with a quick grope of my erection while twisting my nipple as he pulled me into a bear hug against his macho furry chested embrace.
The moment of ecstasy, as Rich bit down on my neck, was tarnished with a sudden pang of guilt. My friendship with his wife was not transitory. I reluctantly pushed him away and pulled up my boxer briefs. "Cummon buddy let's eat." I said as I walked away to retrieve two plates for the Italian repast. The "what did I do wrong" expression on Richard's face only added to my feelings of guilt.
With a shrug of his bare shoulders he sauntered over to join me in the cheesy feast. He broke the pungent silence during the second slice. "Lars, I've been meaning to ask a favor of you. Monique's out of town and she's left me with some unpaid bills." "Yeah, you said the cable's been cut off," I confirmed. "Well, she's left me with the rent owing and I don't know when she is coming back." I squirmed on my bar stool as I eyed up the all but naked dude in his jockstrap. "Really, how can I help ya, pal?" The rent boy was suddenly handing me the power.
"Well, I was wondering if I could borrow $200.00 bucks to cover the bills. Just until she gets back. I don't have a construction job until next week," he elaborated, begging my compassion while doing his best to bat his dark eyes.
It's always uncomfortable to be hit up for money. But when the offer comes from a nearly naked married bloke the opportunity presents some interpreting options. I let his query stand as I pondered his request. "Well, that's a lot of money Richard," I hedged. "If you'd have only given me some notice I might-could have helped you out," I played my hand, poker faced.
"Yeah, I know but you've been such a good friend to her I thought you would like to help out." I am a good friend but I'm thinking that Monique's probably taken off to Europe with some rich man for a spending spree. She's really is that good looking. Pity, loyalty and lust momentarily mixed up my emotions. But, damn, this guy is a major stud who's hard up.
The pregnant pause dragged on while we swallowed the cheese and garlic. "Maybe I could I could make you a deal, Lars. You help me out and I'm all yours for this evening." I didn't choke on the cheesy wad in my throat as a smile involuntarily formed on my lips. Yeah, he was offering himself to me for a lousy $200.00 bucks. My best girlfriend's husband.
The tart should be here taking care of her man, my brain rationalized. My dick shouted "you want him you fool." My poker face responded with a warning. "I'll give you the money Rich, no need to pay me back, but you will be my slave for the entire evening and you will do as you are told. No questions. You will refer to me as Sir. Take it or leave it."
His "I'm in deep shit now" facial expression calculated the alternatives. Realizing I had left him none the str8 man whore capitulated. "Yes sir, Lars." Fuck! It's easier, and more fun in my book, to be dominated. And I like it that way. But I needed to rise to this occasion. I'd had some very good instructors.
"OK Rich, as you are my reluctant str8 plaything for the evening you will now march your ass to the shower. Loose the jock." The comical emotions played across his face as he momentarily hesitated before obeying my command. He pulled down his man strap exposing his semi and lush pubes. Hmmmm... That needed tending.
I followed his fine rump to the bathroom whereupon I had him fold his hands behind his head. Inspecting the slave is a real treat and my hands fondled every hairy inch. Twisting his nipples and roaming down his abs earned me more earnest moans. "You know, buddy, this forrest needs to be trimmed," I said, as I pulled down on his balls with one hand while stretching his cock out with the other one. Mmmm ... married man cock. I briefly bury my nose in his pits and take a quick whiff before fetching my electric clippers. I speedily buzz off his excess bush before spinning him around for the arse inspection.
No problems there. His ass is perfect, finely dusted with short dark hairs, an unobscured butthole begging for attention. I run my nose up his trench before rubbing my beard across his plump cheeks. Woof! I take several licks. Damn. He moans some more. When will those wives learn how to treat their husbands asses, I reflect? Smack. I slap his cheeks as I instruct him to step into the shower. He gets the point as he espies the steel ass enimmizer attached to the shower nozzle. I adjust the water to a comfortable temperature as I lube his pucker for the douche. "I like it real clean buddy," I say as I insert the flusher up his butt. It takes only two flushings before the water runs out clear. I use the wash rag to lovingly soap off his butch man ass. I re-lube his beautiful butthole just in case. Toweling the dude off I move him into the bedroom and contemplate my next pleasure. Hey, gotta get my money's worth.
"You ever been to a gay bar, Rich" I inquired as I tossed the damp towel aside? "No way, Lars. I mean, you're OK and all that but I ain't comfortable around fairies." Fairies. That does it. His next lesson has presented itself. "OK then, pal, put these on" I hand him the skimpiest soft gray cotton shorts on the planet. "Lets go get a drink." I toss him his white wife beater tank top and push him towards the front door. Don't call my buddies fairies. It's time for him to get an education about butch gay folk.
The pitiful dude whimpers as I walk his practically exposed bod down the one block to Pec's Leather Man's Bar. He's begging for mercy as I push him past the bouncer. Mercy is not my middle name. I reach into his too tiny shorts, grab his cock, and walk him to the back bar. Lindsay, AKA Clay Russell, my favorite bare chested bartender takes the order. A Bud Light for me and a Long Island Ice Tea for my "friend."
Now, Richard's eyes are as large as silver dollars as he takes in the manly leather clad crowd. "A deals a deal," I remind him. "Drink up, you'll need it," I encourage as he realizes my hand is still holding his cock for any who wish to see. He gulps the booze as my buddies quickly circle like vultures around my current man toy. Seeing as he is my reluctant str8 slave I yank down the shorts past his bubble buns, inviting the horny men to cop a nasty feel of the merchandise. I really have to reach over and hold him in place as the grope fest commences. "Don't struggle, slave," I remind him as many anonymous fingers explored his still cherry anus. Perverted compassion entered my heart as I came around his rear and shoved my hardon, encased in levi 501's, against his naked ass. I supposed he'd had enough public humiliation for one evening. But, man 'o man, I wanted to take Rich home right then and fuck his lights out!
No more drinks were necessary as I shoved the now compliant Richard out of the bar's door. Being the horny stinker that I am I forced him to divest himself of the shorts in the elevator to the second floor of my condo complex. I loved seeing him bare assed at my front door as I clumsily fumbled for my keys, his shorts in my hand! Woof. At this point I just want to mention that trick/slaves are so much more gratifying than boring, negotiate every little thing, boyfriends.
The, much to his relief, now safely back in my home, Richard, collapsed onto the kitchen's barstool...
I guess the "twist" will have to wait for part four, gents. Should I be so inclined?
Lars