My Straight Sub Brian - installment

By moc.loa@potgnipor

Published on Sep 28, 2024

Gay

So, my comment got the reaction I wanted out of brian: he gave me that "smile" we all know: a mixture of fear, anticipation, all that. I hope you readers understand that I had absolutely NO intention of introducing him to the joys of anal sex using just his sweat. I had given this a bunch of thought. I had plenty of experience taking guys up the butt, but in all of my years, I had never been the one who "deflowered" or "took the cherry," whatever term you want, of a guy. I wanted it to be good for both of us. We hadn't been "canoodling" as my mom would have put it for long, so I didn't have a perfect feeling of what brian liked and didn't, but I had some idea, and of course, there are things I like.

"Are you going to..." he gulped "Do it when we get back?" His voice didn't crack but he was nervous.

"You betcha," I said, and I squeezed his right butt cheek. I teased him by dropping my voice about half an octave. "Gonna go right up and make you my prize." Now he laughed. "Consolation?" I stopped. I looked at him. "Listen up, buddy. If you think that way, we need to end things, because I don't think that way at all, and I don't want you to think that way." He blushed. "Yes, Sir" he answered, and I smiled. "You know, we're gonna talk about this `Sir' stuff this weekend. But we have other things to do first." I tossed an arm around his shoulders, and I whispered "you haven't had a good tickling yet today. Don't think I've forgotten." He gulped again. "I thought..." I answered. "You thought right, sweet cakes. There's a lot of day in front of us."

When we got to my place, I came up behind him and I took his wrists. I put his arms behind them and held them there. I leaned over and whispered, "You want this, don't you?" I was holding his wrists with one hand, and I used my free hand to reach around and toy with his nip. He moaned. "I'm not sure." I squeezed a bit, and he gasped. "Really?" Then I licked the perimeter of his ear. "Yeah. I do." I let go of his wrists and turned him around. "Ok. Get in the bedroom and take off that t-shirt. Lay on your back. And don't worry. I'm prepping you first."

He asked, "you mean, not just sweat?" I smiled. "Neither of us are ready for you to get fucked that way." I could hear him breathe a sigh of relief. I stripped, and my cock was out in front of me, absolutely rigid. I could see a semi-hard bulge in his crotch. "Let's get you cuffed to the headboard, brian. I think it'll make things easier. " He smiled and, as I closed the cuffs on his wrists, I saw his bulge had grown. "We really DO need to trim these down, don't we?" I pressed my thumbs into each of his pits. He began to laugh right away. "STOP! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA." I grinned. "I think what I may do this weekend, is trim those myself..." I leaned down and whispered, "and make you trim your own bush." He began to squirm at that. Or maybe it was my tongue digging into his ear, and then licking his neck, I don't know.

"It's time, babe," I said, and slid down off of him. I pulled off his sneakers and as I tugged off his gym socks, I said, "I should put one of these in a bag, and when it's good and ripe, use it to gag you." He moaned, and his bulge was growing. "I don't work your feet enough, stud muffin. That'll change." I cackled mischievously, and I hooked a finger in his shorts and got them off him. His jock was pretty sweaty. "Maybe this too," I began sliding it off, but first I pressed my hand down on his junk. By the time I got it off, he was fully erect.

"You're about to get a treat, bri boy. I don't do this for a lot of guys, but for you..." I bent his legs at the knees, and then when I had him in the position I wanted, I dropped my mouth to his hole and began eating him out.

I don't think any guy ever stops liking that feeling, but if you can, be the first person to eat out a guy. I SWEAR, I thought brian was gonna rip the cuffs off the headboard.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK. WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THIS BEFORE?" I almost laughed as I dug in further. I could see pre-cum on his dick head. That was ok: I got in a little deeper. "FUCK. Can we do this all the time, Kyle?" I winked at him. "If you call me Sir, we'll think about it." He laughed. "Ok, Sir. " I ran my hand over his torso. "That's your first lube. Now, for the second one." He watched me as I took a tube of the stuff and put a glob on my second and middle finger. I decided to screw his head a little, and I rubbed it all over my hand and formed a fist.

"Hey. WAIT," he squirmed. "No?" I said. "You can't stop me if I do." "I SWEAR I'LL SCREAM." I held up his sock and his jock. "OH SHIT. You're gonna gag me." I smiled. "Maybe, but no, I'm not into fisting. Not my scene, and not with a rookie." I looked right at him. "Brian, I told you I'm not gonna hurt you, and I'm not doing anything you don't want me to do. If you don't trust me, you won't relax. And you HAVE to relax for this." He looked scared. "I know, Sir. I know. I'm trying." I kissed him. "You want to try another time?" He shook his head no. "I want it, Sir. I want it bad." I kissed him a few more times, teasing him by coming close and then pulling back, before I did. "Just like the doctor," I said, as I slipped a finger inside of him. He began moaning right away. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. This is better than the doctor. MUCH BETTER." I found his prostate and I rubbed it gently. "HOLY SHIT. WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?" I told him it was a prostate massage. He was breathing heavily. "I never want the doctor to stop when he checks me, even if I need to pee." I laughed, and I slipped my second finger in. He was tight, as I expected, but he was beginning to relax. I asked him if he was okay, and he nodded. He had closed his eyes, and he was licking his lips. I pulled my fingers out, and then I lubed my cock. "Nice and slow, brian. Think of how you suck me. " He took a deep breath and then I put my cock head at his hole. "Relax, handsome. It'll be ok." I began sliding in. I heard him grit his teeth. "Last chance to have me stop, stud?" He shook his head. "Do it." I was surprised at how deep, and how definitive his voice was. I pushed in a little more. I began to feel resistance. I knew what to do: I reached up and got his nipples. I didn't squeeze them, but I rubbed them with the back of my thumbs. He began to respond. "Focus on that, stud." He did and I felt a ring open. I pushed in. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" . He was responding. I saw more pre-cum forming on his cock head. My dick found his prostate, and he reacted almost as strongly as he did when I ate his ass. "GOD. WHAT ARE YOU DOING SIR?" I laughed. "Making sure you enjoy it." "I'm gonna faint. I'm enjoying it too much. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT." I pushed in, past his gland, and now, I was just about completely in: all 6 plus inches.

"How do you feel, babe?" His eyes were big "I'm not sure. I wanna push you out, but I want to keep you in." "Tighten your glutes for me," I commanded. "Yes, Sir," he answered and when he did, he moaned some more. "FUCK. OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK."

"You've got my dick prisoner, you know that, Brian?" He moaned. "I'll keep that in mind." "Loosen up now." He did and I pulled back. I began thrusting. My fingers never left his nipples. "You're a good sport, straight boy. And you've got a great ass." He moaned, and his moans got louder when I took his cock in my hand. "I'm gonna up the tempo, and we're gonna try to shoot together."

"You're shooting in me?" He asked. I shook my head. "The first man who seeds you, will ALWAYS have a claim to you." He smiled. "That sounds hot." Then I began jerking him faster. The combination of my hand and my dick brought him to climax before I came. I was ok with that: he'd learn. The load he shot was ENORMOUS. I wondered how long he had waited for someone to do something like this to him. Then I shot, and I screamed. "YOU'RE MINE BOTTOM BOY. ALL FUCKING MINE."

Later, he told me when I yelled that, he had a flash in his mind of what was going to happen in the future, and he thought to himself "I want this."

I caught my breath as I pulled out and I gave him a wicked look. "Know what happens after anal, brian? Your nerve endings are firing hard. That means..." I didn't get to finish. "Oh no, oh no. " My fingers found his ribs and he began to squeal. "Ribs, pits, feet. I wonder what other spots there are to discover?"

"Don't you have enough?" he gasped. I didn't answer, but I ran my nails down the back of his arms. "OH SHIT. I didn't even know. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. " I had another spot in mind, but that was for the next day. As it turns out, there probably isn't a square inch of brian's body that isn't ticklish. I worked over his spots for a bit and then I stopped. I laid down next to him. "I think that the only thing hotter than you untied, is you tied." I kissed his lips. "You like being tied up, brian, don't you?" I was playing with his nipples, and I knew he couldn't give me an honest answer. I stopped, and he did.

"Sir, when I'm not here, I think about being tied up in front of you and...well, I explode." "So, then here's the deal. Every time we're together, you're gonna get tickled for a half hour, maybe more. And I'll tie you in a different position, maybe with different stimulation. " He took a breath. "Is the tickling negotiable?" He had a smile, so he knew the answer. "Nope," was all I said, before I dug back into his pits. I didn't want to leave really serious marks on his wrists: he was new to this, and that can hurt, so I uncuffed him. As soon as he was free, he gripped me, pulled me on top of him. "I always feel so good when you're here, Sir" he said. "Can we add cuddling?" I found what I knew was the most sensitive spot on his neck and rubbed my morning scruff over it. "Of course, muffin. Of course."

I had planned to take brian shopping that afternoon. I think you'll recall that I thought he could dress sexier, so I planned on us going after we cleaned up. Of course, I let my guest use the bathroom first. When I was finished, I didn't find him in the bedroom. He was hanging out on the sofa, and if I hadn't just thrown the wicked fuck into him that I did, I would've done so then. He smiled at me and winked. He had put on a white polo shirt that fit REALLY well, but more to the point, he was wearing a pair of shorts that he must have gotten when he was an undergrad. I don't know how he could breathe. He was sitting, and when he got up, just as I imagined, his ass....DAMN I wish I had taken a picture. I knew exactly what I was going to do later that day, but first:

"Are you trying to flirt with me, young man?" I asked. He smiled. "Maybe." I paused for a minute and then he said "I'm not as dumb as I look, Sir. I want to ask you for something, and I want to make sure that I've got your attention." Well, he did. He patted the sofa next to where he was sitting. I went over, sat next to him and draped my arm over his shoulder. "What's on your mind?" I asked. I dropped my hand down to his pec. "I think you can tell you've got my attention, and what's on my mind." He giggled. "I know what's ALWAYS on your mind. I need to tell you what's on mine." I asked, "Is it about what we did this morning?" He shook his head. "I'm still processing that, and I'll want to talk about it, but this is something else. Sort of." He looked down and he began to blush a little. "My lease is up in two months and, well, I'm really surprised I'm asking this, but: how would you feel about me moving in with you?" His head was down, but I could tell he was smiling.

Well, he had beaten me to the punch. That's happened more than a few times over our time together. I was thinking about that, and how I was going to bring it up, and now: here it was. "I need to get some water, Brian. I'll be back." He looked at me, concerned. "Kyle, `no' is an answer." I stopped. "It's not the answer I'm giving. This just took me by surprise, and I need to be able to speak." When I came back, he grabbed my hand before I could do anything. "Well, let me start with the easy part, Brian. I had been thinking about asking if that were a possibility for you." I saw his eyes get bigger, and he was shaking his head yes. "WAIT, WAIT. Let me go on. You know I'm a Dom, right?" He took a minute before he said "Well, is that the same as being a top, because I know that." I caught a breath because I knew we were at a point that might be a deal breaker. "Well, not exactly. There are a fair number of tops -- probably way more than majority -- that aren't Doms."

"Well, what's the difference?" He asked. Now I had to pause for a minute. "It's not something I can explain very well, I'm afraid, Brian. I mean, I've lived with guys before who were submissives, but they weren't newbies like you. So I didn't have to explain everything."

"I think I know a lot already, Sir." He smiled. "See? I started calling you Sir way before you asked me. And I think we both like how you take control in the bedroom." He looked at me. "If you don't, you're faking it REAL well. And I'm lying. I don't like it, I LOVE it." ("DAMN" I was thinking. Kyle if you screw this up....).

There's a whole lot more, Brian. I'll tell you what. By when do you have to let your landlord know about your lease?"

"He wants a month notice" he said. I was thinking "less time than I'd like, but..."

"Ok, the only way I'd let a guy move in with me is if he were my sub. I think you know that you're already there, but you're not. So, here's my suggestion. Let's enjoy our weekend together. I'll start going into `hyper' Dom mode, so you see what it means. At the end, if you're still interested, let's arrange for you to live here for a week -- as a sub. And if at the end of a week, you're into it, then we'll go forward." He looked at me hard for a minute, before he said, "You know, I did some reading and you're being a lot more, well, gentlemanly about this than the books I looked at said." I smiled. "You're old enough to know that it's always the extremes that get talked about. "

"True that" was his answer. I went on. "I wanted to take you shopping and shopping we will go. As of now, I'm the Dom. You'll pick up what you need to do. I'll give you cues. You've already got the `Sir' part down, don't you boy?" He grinned. "Yes, SIR. Can I ask what we're shopping for?"

"Clothes. For you."

"Clothes? I don't need any clothes, Sir." I stood up and put my hands on my hips. "Here's lesson 1 in Dom/sub behavior. If your Dom says you need new clothes, you need new clothes. And you do, because if you're hanging with me, you need to be hotter in your business clothes than you are." I looked at him. "Those shorts are fine, by the way. And so is this shirt..." I got closer to him. "I want you with your hands behind your back, and your chest pointed out. So I can get those nips easily. "

"YES, SIR!" He immediately got in position. I didn't tell him to, but he spread his legs too. I pushed my knee in while I toyed with his tits, and he moaned, and let out deep breaths. I leaned in and shoved my tongue in his mouth. When I was done, I told him "When your Dom shows you affection, you thank him."

"I understand. Thank you, Sir."

When we got to the clothing store, I looked for my buddy Stan, who worked there. I introduced Brian as my friend. "Brian needs a wardrobe update. Brian, what size shirt do you wear?" He told Stan who nodded. "I bet you wear the `classic cut'. Brian's jaw dropped. "Yeah. How did you know?" Stan answered "Because if Kyle's taking you shopping, it's because he thinks your clothes are too baggy. He likes his boys in tight clothes. I'll be right back."

When he was gone, Brian turned to me, a big shocked. "Sir, he called me your boy!"

"Well, he's not wrong."

"How did he know?" I started to laugh, "Bribri, you've got a lot to learn." Stan came back with some samples. "I brought a few different sizes. This is your size, but the cut is trim. I think that's what Kyle is going to want on you. " Brian looked at me. "Well, try it on." He took the shirt, somewhat resignedly, and went off to the dressing room. When he came back out, he was smiling. So was I. It was EXACTLY what a hot newly minted sub should be wearing to work -- if his Dom let him work. "Go look in the mirror, Brian. " I could see him smiling. "How would you wear it? Sleeves rolled? Two buttons opened?" That was what I remembered from when I took his picture. He adjusted and he saw me smile. "I'd have taken your photo sooner if you were dressed like that". He blushed. Then he asked the right question: "Do you like how I look, Sir?" He realized he had said "Sir" in front of Stan and blushed. Stan just laughed.

"Yeah, I do. If things were different, we'd be in the changing room right now." Stan cleared his throat. "I hesitate to interrupt this little session, but I brought over a sample a size down." Brian looked at him "Oh, no, this is fine." Now I cleared MY throat.

"Try it on." "Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir." I've known Stan for years, so when Brian was gone, he asked "baby gay?" I laughed. "Sort of. Says he's straight." "Yeah, I know the type. Straight guys who like taking dick." Kyle came back, looking very embarrassed. The shirt was snug: TOO snug to wear outside, but exactly the way I like my boys to look in my fantasies. "We'll take some of these, too, Stan. Let's say a dozen in the first size, six in the other."

"Will do, Sir Kyle" He laughed. As he went off, Brian whispered "SIR. I can't wear those other shirts. They're too tight!" I looked at him and said nothing. "You'll wear them when I tell you to. When we're home. Unless you're being punished. Or... shared." He gulped. "Shared, Sir?"

"You'll learn all about that."

So we got some pants -- dress pants, because it seemed that all of brian's casual pants were exactly the way I liked them. Then I added some speedos, and out we went.

"You must be horny, flirty boy" I said as we headed to a local place to get some food. "The shorts gave it away. " He smiled. "You need to sleep before I take you again, Brian. I'm not gonna tear you up just because you're hornier than I am."

"Is that possible?" he teased. "SIR?" I growled. "You are going to get it, buster." He did. When we got back to my place, I said "usually, at this point, I'll expect you to get on your knees like you did before and suck me. Today I have something else in mind. Get on your belly on the bed."

"I thought..."

"YOU HEARD ME BOY. DO IT." He dropped his voice. "Yes, Sir." "So, there's an area of your body I want to explore," I was speaking as I got a skein of stretchy rope. "You know what a hogtie is." I began tying his wrists and ankles. "Yes, Sir, but these ropes give." I laughed. "And you're gonna be REAL glad they do, boy." I slipped off his sneakers. "Oh, fuck. Not my feet."

"Not yet," I answered. First..." I ran my finger over the bend in one of his knees, and then the other. He reacted right away. "WHAT THE...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." I curled my fingers and did a classic tickle motion. I could see he was drooling. I wished I had gagged him first, but we went on. When I was done torturing his knees, I stepped back. When I took the comb and began running it over his soles, he nearly lost it. "NO! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. CAN' T YOU JUST FUCK ME?" He continued to scream. After about ten minutes, I said. "I think you've had enough." I released the hogtie, but I kept his ankles and wrists tied. I stretched out on top of him and nibbled his earlobe. I whispered: "You want out? You want out of this deal we made?" He took a deep breath. "No, Sir. No. I just wish you didn't tickle me. "

"Too bad." I dug into his ribs, and he began laughing again. "Complain about me tickling you, you get twice as much. Understood?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. Yes, Sir." I stopped and leaned into his ear again. "You think I didn't notice that you get hard when I tickle you?"

"Oh, shit" he whispered. "I pay attention, boy. " I rolled him onto his back. I wanted to kiss him. "We're going out tonight. You're going to experience your first gay bar. And tomorrow, you're gonna learn what doggy style means."

Spoiler alert: he LOVED it.

Next: Chapter 7


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