My Uninvited Guest 01

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My Uninvited Guest 01 -- 01

If I can arrange to get out of the office by five o'clock today, I'll have enough time to go home, shower, change, and grab a granola bar before I have to make it to the company event tonight. I really wish I didn't have to go, but since I'm a manager, and it's an employee event, my attendance is mandatory.

I've been with the company almost seven years now and have been promoted a couple of times so I really shouldn't complain about having to attend this evening's shin-dig. I have to attend most of them anyway; it's just that, tonight, I'd much prefer to stop by the bar later and see if I can't find some company for the evening.

Tonight's function is strictly for the employees anyway. Once a year, my company throws a big party for the employees in appreciation for their hard work. Many of the employees bring their families along to enjoy food, drink, entertainment, dancing, and of course, for those of sufficient age, cocktails. They even have door prizes and various contests that are open to anyone who wants to participate; employee and non-employee alike.

It really is a fantastic event and I should not let the little head at the end of my dick dictate my actions. However, sometimes, that little head in my pants does indeed insist of making decisions on my behalf, and when he does, the head at the top of my shoulders is powerless to override his desires and therefore, complies with his wishes.

I certainly wouldn't mind seeing my new employee tonight. His name is Baker. I know, it's unusual for a man's first name. The only thing I know about him is that he is as cute as cute can be. He's most likely in his mid-twenties, about 5' 10" and about 155 pounds or so. His clothes always fit his slender frame as if they were tailored to his body. He's clean-shaven, has dirty-blonde hair and big brown eyes. He's just too damn yummy for words.

When Human Resources first sent him up to meet me, I was in a meeting with the higher-ups so my Admin, Jenny, showed him around. I try to meet with all of my new employees, but sometimes, I just don't have the time. Perhaps tonight at the party, if opportunity permits, I can get to know him a little more since I won't have any job-related duties to contend with.

I arrived at the venue around seven fifteen. As usual, the company hired a valet service for tonight's event. I pulled up to the valet and put the car in park. A young woman opened my door and I jumped out of the vehicle.

"Thank you so much," I said.

She gave me a big smile and said, "You are very welcome, Sir; entirely my pleasure."

She said it very flirtatiously and it made me smile.

"Thank you for your interest love, but you are definitely barking up the wrong tree," I said to myself but appreciated her attention.

I walked up to the large, double doors at the venue, and two young gentlemen, one at each door, welcomed me and opened the doors for me to pass through.

"Thank you, gentlemen," I said as I passed through the doors into the convention building lobby. I only got about twenty-five feet into the lobby before my Admin, Jenny, walked up to me.

"Ryan," she started, "Be on the look-out; Ben is looking for you. He asked me to let you know that he wants to speak with you. He went that way," she said pointing to the east side of the building.

"Thanks for the heads-up, Jen. I owe you one. I'll buy you a drink later," I smiled.

I headed straight to the west side of the building. Ben is one of the internal auditors in the company. He's a very, very dedicated employee, however, he is also incredibly boring. He has absolutely no sense of humor. His whole life is his job and I had no desire to talk to him about work tonight. I'm sure he's a nice guy but I was determined to avoid him at all costs. Like a man on a mission, I headed straight to the bar.

"Well look who it is," Garret, the bartender greeted me as I stepped up to the bar. "How's it hanging, stud?" he asked.

"South and a little to the right," I answered him with a smile on my face.

Garret and I met a few years ago. He used to tend bar at a straight, local hot-spot in my old neighborhood. Garret's a good guy; I like him. He's a little rough around the edges and covered in tattoos. Based on his appearance alone, you'd never guess he's a gay boy. In street clothes, he looks like street-wise gang-banger.

"You want the usual sexy?" he asked.

"Please," I answered as I placed my credit card on the bar to start a tab.

He made my cocktail immediately and set it on the bar in front of me. I slid my credit card across the bar towards him.

"Don't worry about it sexy; it's on me tonight" he smiled. "Thank, Gar," I responded putting the credit card back in my wallet.

"Hey Ry, what do you say we meet up later in the bathroom and suck each other off?" he whispered.

"Sorry Gar, I can't tonight; it's my companies annual employee party. "But, thanks for the offer," I smiled. "I'll catch you later, stud."

"Let me know if you change your mind," he called out over the bar as I walked away. I stopped, turned around to face him, and gave him a quick wink with a nod of my head.

I made my way into the Stardust room of the convention center where my companies party was being held. "I heard it through the grapevine" by Gladys Knight and the Pips was coming out of the speakers as I made my way through the swarms of bodies. It was a massive sized room and although there were a lot of people there, it didn't feel crowded at all.

As I arrived at the dance floor, I saw my CEO out on the dance floor with his wife. I know that he and his wife belong to some kind of dance group that holds weekly events. I've never seen him in action before; he's got some moves on him for the hard-ass, pompous, arrogant prick that he is. I never liked him, but the man can dance.

For the next two hours I mingled, talked, laughed, danced, ate, and drank with my coworkers. I really did have a nice time. Although I wasn't drunk, I was starting to feel the result from the cocktails so I cut myself off. Of course, the urge to pee struck again so I made my way out of the Stardust Room to the bathrooms which were located out in the hallway.

When I drink, it seems that once I start peeing, it's an every twenty-minute necessity. It's like clock-work. As I walked into the bathroom, I thought to myself, perhaps I should wonder out to Garret's bar and take him up on his offer. He's is quite talented when it comes to sucking dick. Instead, having second thoughts, I decided it was time to leave the party and go home after I drained my bladder.

I walked up to the urinal, unzipped, and pulled my dick out. As soon as I cleared the zipper, I took aim and let loose. Suddenly, I was aware of someone behind me talking. Almost immediately, based on what I could hear of his conversation, he seemed to be rather upset about something.

"I can't believe you're just going to leave me stranded like this Bobby! We had a deal, bro! I'd never do something like this to you. You're a piece of shit you know that dude!" he said angrily.

The next thing I knew, the urinal next to mine was no longer vacant. I paid no attention to whomever stepped up next to me until I heard him say, "What a son-of-a-bitch!" I turned my head to look at him when I heard him make the comment.

"Sorry, sorry man. Excuse me," he said to me. "My so-called friend promised to pick me up tonight and now, at the eleventh hour, he tells me he can't make it because he's fucking some chick. I hope the fucker gets VD. I'm sorry man," he repeated himself. He quickly zipped up and walked away.

I finished peeing, washed my hands, and went back to the party to say my good-byes. * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I handed my ticket to the guy at the valet stand, gave him an appreciative smile, and walked across to the median to wait for my car. In less than five minutes, I saw my car pull up. I made the short walk down the median towards my car, stepped down off the curb, and walked around to the driver's side. The valet gave me a smile and held the door open. I thanked him, passed him a five- dollar bill, and jumped in behind the wheel.

The way back to the main road was well illuminated and contained a center median of various tress, flora, and fauna. I must admit, it was well maintained and quite beautiful. Up ahead, I noticed a person walking. As soon as he heard my car, he turned and stuck out his thumb to hitch a ride. As I got closer to him, I realized that it was the guy from the bathroom earlier.

I rolled down the passenger-side window and pulled up next to him. He bent down and peered through the window.

"Thank you so much, dude," he said. "It's a long walk home."

"Hop in," I told him.

He jumped in the car and I rolled the window back up as he leaned back in the seat and spread his legs.

"Where do you live?" I asked him.

"My apartment is at the corner of Jersey Street and Azul Avenue," he responded. "If you can drop me off anywhere around there, that'd be perfect."

"Sure, I can do that. One of the gals I work with lives over in that area. No problem."

"Thanks man; you're a life saver. I got fuckin stranded!" he said with venom.

"Yeah, I know; I heard your conversation in the bathroom earlier," I said to him.

He looked over at me in surprise. Damn, you're the guy in the pisser," he chuckled as he dropped his hand to his crotch.

"That would be me," I said as I extended my hand in greeting. "I'm Ryan."

"Jerry," he said as he shook my hand. "I really appreciate this, Ryan. My car is in the shop so I'm kind of fucked right now. Fuckin Bobby man; he was supposed to pick me up but bailed on me at the last minute."

"Yeah, I kind of overheard your conversation with him in the bathroom; that sucks. So, what were you doing at the convention center?" I asked him.

"A buddy of mine tends bar there. I've applied for a part-time job there; night shift," he answered.

"As a bartender?" I asked. "Yeah; right now, I'm waiting tables but I like bartending. When I lived in Boise that's what I did. I really like it; it's fun. Waiting tables is fine and all, I mean, I make decent money, I just want something part-time for extra cash. I'd do it full-time if I could. My buddy put a good word in for me so I'm hoping they'll call me."

"Good luck with that. I have a sort-of friend that tends bar there too. He used to work at a place called The Goose. That's where I met him," I volunteered.

"Oh shit! You know Garrett?" he asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I know Garrett," I said.

"Dude, that's my friend. I can't believe you know Garrett. That's so freakin cool. So, you know he's gay right?" he asked.

"Yeah, so am I," I confessed.

"Damn dude; what a small world. I really like Garrett; he's a really cool dude. No one sucks cock like Garrett. He's the best," Jerry said. "Man, he can suck my dick anytime he wants."

"Yeah, Garret is a man of many talents," I chuckled.

"So, he's sucked you off too, bro?" Jerry smiled.

"Yeah, and vice-versa," I responded.

"That's cool. I'm straight but a hot mouth is a hot mouth. Garrett has a hot mouth for damn sure and he always swallows. That's such a fuckin turn on for me. I love it when he swallows my load man. A lot of chicks won't do that but Garrett always swallows. He loves my cock-snot."

"I'm sure he does," I said as my dick started to tingle.

"You said you suck his dick too?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah, sometimes we just blow off in each other's mouth. Like you said, a hot mouth is a hot mouth," I answered casually.

"Fuck dude, do you wanna suck my dick too?" he asked as he squeezed his crotch.

"Whip it out," I answered him.

Jerry reached down and unfastened his pants without delay. He lifted his ass up off the seat and pulled his pants and underwear down to his upper thighs in a single maneuver. I looked over quickly to see his cock already at half-mast bobbing about as he lifted his pelvis into the air. As soon as his ass hit the seat, I reached over and took his growing cock in my hand. I heard him moan lightly as I gently squeezed his cock.

"Fuck man, that feels good," he moaned out loud. "It's so much better than my own hand."

I took the next right and pulled off the main drag onto a residential street. About a half a block down, I pulled over to the right-hand side of the road and turned off the lights. I leaned over the console and took Jerry's now hard cock into my mouth.

"Fuck! Blow me dude!" he hissed as he thrusted up into my mouth.

The console dug into my chest and ribs as I started sucking his cock. I took his cock all the way down my throat as he continued to groan.

"Fuck, that feels so damn good, dude," he moaned as he grabbed my head in his hands and guided it up and down his cock.

I love sucking off "straight" guys when opportunity permits. They just have a way of giving me what I want and using me for what they need. There is no lovey-dovey crap involved; just raw sex. The blow-and-go of it all is just thrilling to me. That's all that either of us was interested in. As Jerry thrusted up, I slipped a hand under his ass. On the next thrust upwards, I stuck my finger against his pucker and pushed thru. He growled at the intrusion and immediately unloaded in my mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" he called out.

I felt my mouth filling with his seed and swallowed. My mouth filled once again before the spurts came to an abrupt end. For a few seconds, I savored his juice on my tongue before swallowing again as I extracted the tip of my finger from his ass. I gently slid my mouth up his shaft squeezing out the last drops of his load before sticking my tongue in his piss-slit one last time.

I sat back in my seat as I ran my tongue over my lips hoping to find anything that I might have missed. I looked over to see Jerry slumped back into the seat, his cock quickly returning to its flaccid state. I turned the lights back on and pulled away from the curb.

I pulled into the underground parking lot at my condo. I could feel the wet spot in my underwear as I engaged the clutch to pull into my assigned parking space. I turned the engine off and exited the vehicle. As I made my way to the stairs, bypassing the elevator to go up to my condo, I glanced at my watch to see it was almost eleven o'clock.

My building is five levels tall and I live on the third level of the building. The building has both an elevator and a bank of stairs but I rarely use the elevator. The stairs are rather large so there is plenty of room in the stairwell for multiple tenants to use the stairwell simultaneously. Each level of the stairwell has and mid-level landing between each floor. It's fairly wide and in nice weather, a pleasant breeze sweeps through the stairwell.

Each mid-level landing between floors has a pony-wall so no one could just walk off the side of the building. Below the pony-wall is three-inch gap that allows water to run off when it rains so the stairwell doesn't flood.

As I ascended the stairs up to the ground-floor level, I tripped and my keys went flying across the landing. As I lay there on the stairs, I see my keys heading right for this gap under the wall. I thought for sure that my keys were surely going to make their way through this gap under the wall and down to the exterior of the building to the ground below. In my mind, it was like watching a replay in slow-motion.

I was so incredibly relieved when I spotted my keys about two inches short of this gap under the wall. I lowered my head to my arms resting across the stairs and thanked my lucky stars. I was so relieved that I didn't have to go searching for my keys in the bushes outside of the building at eleven o'clock in the evening.

I slowly peeled myself off the stairs, already feeling a bruise forming on my right shin, and steadied myself as I stood up. I grabbed the hand railing and stepped up from the stairs and onto the landing. I slowly limped across the landing and rested my hands on the pony wall before making the attempt to bend over and pick up my keys from the pavement. I took a deep breath and gently closed my eyes as I felt the wound on my shin throbbing. I waited for just a couple of seconds before lifting my pants leg up and looking down to see if I was bleeding.

Although the skin was torn and turning various shades or red, blue, and burgundy, at least it wasn't bleeding. I lowered my pants leg and looked backed up. I just happened to glance across the street and noticed someone standing there. Perhaps it was my imagination, but it kind of felt like he was staring at me. It was late and dark so I couldn't make out any features, but somehow, I knew it was a guy. I didn't give it a second's thought and assumed he must be a tenant so, I slowly bent over and picked up my keys. When I stood back up and glanced across the way again, the guy was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he just vanished.

"How strange," I thought to myself. "How could he just disappear so fast?"

I didn't give it anymore thought and slowly, making sure to be careful how I stepped, I made my way up the stairs to my floor. By the time I made it to my door, I was walking normally and the throbbing of my shin had dissipated. I unlocked the door feeling grateful to be home. At this point, I just wanted to take a quick shower and go to bed.

I lied in bed for several minutes thinking about Jerry and the rather odd way that I met him. I thought about the series of conversational events that led up to me blowing him. It made me smile and I thanked lady-luck for the experience. The urge to pee suddenly struck me again and I seriously thought about just ignoring it and wait until morning. As I continued to lie there in bed contemplating the pros and cons of getting up to pee, I thought that I heard a strange noise. I couldn't quite make out what the noise could be so I perked my ears up so to speak and listened intently for the noise again.

When I heard nothing but silence for several seconds, I decided to get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. As I stood at the toilet peeing, listening to the stream hit the water in the bowl, I felt as if someone was behind me.

"I live alone. How could that be?" I asked myself.

When I attempted to turn my head to look behind me, a gloved hand suddenly covered my mouth. If I hadn't already been in the act of peeing, I probably would have pissed myself. It scared the shit out of me. I let go of my dick, my stream spraying piss about, as I reached up to grab the arm that was around my head. I attempted to yell, but the hand over my mouth prohibited any sound from escaping.

My head was then jerked back violently and forcefully against the body standing behind me. It happened so incredibly fast I didn't know what was happening. As my brain tried desperately to process what was actually occurring, I felt something cold on my neck. It wasn't until that very second, I realized what was really happening. I panicked and tried to extract myself from whomever was attacking me.

"Stop! Stop! I'm not going to hurt you!" I heard the male voice behind me say. "Just relax and no harm will come to you. Just do what I tell you and be quiet!"

I could detect a bit of an accent but I couldn't tell what kind of accent it was. I decided to do as he instructed and stopped resisting.

"Can you do that?" he asked.

"I do apologize for the intrusion, I'm not here to hurt you. Nod your head if you understand."

I slowly nodded my head and he withdrew his hand from over my mouth.

"How did you get in here; what do you want? Just take whatever you want and go," I said.

"Oh, I have every intention of doing just that, however, I'm not a thief," he responded.

"How did you get in here?" I asked him.

"Don't worry about it beautiful; I have my ways. I let myself in while you were in the shower," he answered.

"What do you want?" I asked again.

"Just relax and do as I say. Your silence would be appreciated, now put your hands behind your back," he ordered.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I said so! Now do it!" he responded as he pressed what I assumed was a blade, against my throat.

"OK! OK!" I said urgently.

I placed my hands behind my back just above my bare ass and waited for his next order. Immediately, I felt him placing me in handcuffs.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, my fear suddenly turning into anger.

He simply chuckled lightly in response. Now that he had my hands cuffed behind my back, he proceeded to place a blindfold over my head. When I realized what he was trying to do, a wave of panic swept over me and I attempted to get away from him again.

With one hand, he grabbed the center of the handcuffs and pulled my arms back hard and fast. With the other hand, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back violently.

"I thought we had an understanding! he growled.

"If you insist on doing this the hard way, we will. The choice is yours. So, what's it going to be pretty-boy?"

"Just tell me what the fuck you want, asshole?" I said unable to hide my anger.

I was so fucking angry; I think I could have shot him if I had the chance. I'm not a violet person. I have never owned a gun or even held a gun in my hand, but I wanted to shoot this fucking guy. I surprised myself when I realized I wanted to hurt this guy.

He still had a handful of my hair in his fist, continuing to pull my head backwards. I braced myself as best I could, expecting him to hit me or worse, cut me with his knife. Instead, he placed the side of his face against mine. At that point, I realized he had something on that covered his face. It felt like spandex, but thicker; kind of like the material commonly used in the manufacture of bike riding gear.

"All I want pretty-boy, is you. That's all; just you," he whispered as he pushed my head forward and let go of my hair.

It took me a few seconds to understand what he just said. I wasn't sure that I heard him correctly. In my fog to understand what he said, the room went completely black. I started to panic again because I realized he succeeded in blindfolding me. Not being able to see anything, I started to beg him to let me go and leave.

"Please, please, just let me go. I haven't seen your face; just fucking leave," I begged him, my voice quivering.

I suddenly had visions of myself lying spread-eagle in bed all cut up, blood everywhere. The kind of shit you hear about in the news or see in the movies. I don't know how much time had elapsed as I continued to beg him to let me go. He wrapped his arms around my chest, placed his face against mine again, and whispered in my ear.

"Don't be afraid of me baby. I'm not going to hurt you. I could never hurt you. Just do as I say and you'll be fine," he repeated himself.

As he held me tight, his arms wrapped around my chest, I could feel him press himself against me. He kept one arm across my chest pulling me back against him, as he slowly caressed down my torso with the other. His gloves were uncomfortable against my skin. I tried to pull away from him and quickly discovered that instead of getting away from him, which was my objective, I was actually pressing my ass back against him. I felt his breath against the side of my face as he started to moan softly. "Let... me... go!" I said definitively when I realized there was no escape.

"All in good-time baby," he whispered as he grabbed my cock.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" I growled.

"I will baby, but not until I get what I want," he responded softly.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked him again.

"I told you sexy. I want you; just you," he whispered softly as he fondled my dick.

"You're such a beautiful man. The moment I saw you I knew I had to have you," he said.

"Have you been stalking me?" I asked him.

"Stalking is such a harsh word, gorgeous" he answered.

"What the fuck is your deal man? Are you some kind of psycho?" I asked in anger realizing that my fear of him has totally vanished; only anger remained.

"Come on now, don't be like that. Am I not being nice to you? I just want to make you feel good," he answered as if he was in his own world.

"News flash, jerkoff; you're failing miserably," I snapped back.

Suddenly, he released my cock, reached up, and grabbed my face in his hand. With my chin in the palm of his hand, he squeezed my face hard in his hand, puffing my lips out forward as if I was preparing to kiss someone. Although his move took me by surprise not being able to see it coming, it didn't scare me for some reason. In fact, although a very foolish move on my part, after all, he's the one with the knife, it felt empowering to challenge him.

"Such a tough guy you are when you have me at a disadvantage," I said as best I could.

I could hear him breathing heavily. I pictured his nostrils flaring in anger. Several seconds passed by as I waited for his next move or a punch to my center region. For some reason, I wasn't afraid of him actually killing me. Before he released my face, he kissed me and startled to giggle softly.

"For such a pretty-boy, you certainly have some fire inside of you gorgeous. I have to admit, you surprise me," he said.

"Look asshole, you can kill me at any time, I fucking know that, but I'm not going to be a fucking welcome mat for you or anyone else," I snapped back at him.

"Oh baby, why would I want to kill you? I have no intention of killing you. I'm not a killer, I'm a lover beautiful."

"Don't fucking call me baby; I'm not your baby, asshole," I quickly responded.

"Not yet, gorgeous, but you will be. You'll be my baby soon and willingly; I know it. Pretty boys like you always are," he said.

"So, you've done this shit before?" I asked him.

"Let's just say this is not my first time in the neighborhood," he responded.

"You're a fucking scumbag you know that," my anger spewing from my mouth.

"I'm sorry you're so angry gorgeous. I wish you weren't but I understand why you're angry and I'm not going to hold that against you," he said softly.

"Why the fuck are you doing this?" I asked.

"Because, you left me with no other choice, gorgeous. I did try a different approach initially," he answered.

"What the fuck does that mean? Do I know you?" I asked not believing what he was saying.

"No, I wouldn't say you know me, not really, but we have met before," he answered.

"Fuck, you're not making any sense asshole. Where did we meet and when?"

"I'm sorry, baby, I can't answer that. I can't take a chance on you figuring out who I am."

"You have a slight accent; where are you from?" I asked next.

"Sorry baby, I can't answer that either. I can tell you that I am an educated man; I speak four languages. I also have a profession and I do quite well for myself. So, you see, I'm not just some drugged-out piece of street trash who has decided to pay you a visit for the sole purpose of a monetary gain.

My purpose, however, is indeed selfish on my part. You see, when I first saw you, you made my head spin like a top. When my initial attempt failed horribly to engage you, I had to, at the very least, satisfy my curiosity about you. That's my only purpose in all of this. I'm not here to hurt you or to steal from you. I no more want to hurt you than I want to hurt myself. I mean you no harm."

Several seconds passed in complete silence as I thought about what my midnight visitor said. I have to admit, there was a part of me that was incredibly flattered by what he told me. However, there also remained a big part of me that was appalled by him.

"A person in their right-mind wouldn't do something like this, or could they?" I asked myself.

"Look Ryan, instead of standing here in your bathroom, why don't we go sit down so you're more comfortable," he suggested.

"Woah, wait a minute, How the fuck do you know my name?" "Seriously, Ryan, I thought we covered that just moments ago. Do you not remember me telling you that we have met before? Granted, it was a very short and very brief initial meeting, but we have met before," he responded.

"Let me ask you this, then; how long do you plan on continuing this bullshit? I mean, what is your end game? You broke into my house, assaulted me, handcuffed me, blindfolded me, threatened me, put a knife to my throat, and now all of a sudden, you're concerned about my comfort. Give me a fucking break. Why don't you just get the fuck out of my house! How about that!"

"Ryan, please, I promise you that I will leave. But I can't do that just yet," he said softly.

"Why the fuck not?" I asked, my anger rearing its head again. "What do you want from me?"

"I'm sorry I've made you so angry. Believe me when I tell you that I didn't want this to happen this way," he said softly as I felt his hand on my chest again.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I said. "You have no fucking right to touch me!"

"Yes, I am aware of that, Ryan. I apologize, I just can't resist touching you; I'm sorry," he whispered.

Suddenly, like a smacked-ass, I felt my face flush. The way he said it just made me almost feel sorry for him.

"Look, I appreciate the nice things you said about me; I really do. I'm flattered; I really am. I can honestly say, that never before has anyone gone to this extreme to meet me. That doesn't mean that what you have done tonight doesn't totally disgust me to the core. Do you not understand what an intense violation this is. You have violated me, my home, and my person. What gives you the fucking right to do that to me?"

"Yes, I am well aware of that, Ryan. I have no excuse other than to say that I am uncontrollably drawn to you. This was not what I had planned. Just know that from the moment I laid eyes on you, you are all that I think about. That is the only excuse I can offer for my behavior; however invalid it may be."

"Not good enough and I'd appreciate it if you would take your hands off of me. Your gloves are quite abrasive."

"I'm so sorry, Ryan. I hadn't considered that," he answered as he removed his hands from my body. "You have such beautiful skin; I find it most challenging to not touch you. As I have already said, I have no desire to hurt you."

Once again, I felt flush in my face. This fucking guy was making me feel sorry for him. I mean, how incredibly desperate is he to do something like this. My thoughts were bouncing around in my head like a rubber ball.

"Thank you," I said softly. "So, what happens now?" I asked.

"If you wouldn't mind, Ryan, just for a little while, I'd just like to sit here and look at you. Would that be alright" he asked softly.

"What am I going to say; no? It's not like I have any choice in the matter," I responded.

"Well, yes, I do see your point. Nevertheless, it would mean a lot to me to have your permission," he said almost apologetically.

Suddenly, his voice took a sincere tone and he made me feel comfortable in a way. Perhaps believing that he meant me no harm, and considering his apparent admiration for me, I was, once again, very flattered.

"You have my permission," I said softly.

"Thank you, thank you," he said.

I heard him close the lid to the toilet and sit down.

"If I may and with your permission," he said.

I felt him grab my hips and slowly turn me so I was apparently facing him. When he touched me, I realized that he had taken his gloves off. His hands were warm and he touched me softly. I stood before him, buck naked, not knowing what he was doing or what he was thinking.

"You are so beautiful, Ryan. I hope you know that," he whispered.

"Thank you," I whispered back as I felt his hot breath on my stomach.

He kissed me softly just below the belly button. The kiss gave me goosebumps, partly because I didn't expect it, and partly because it was pleasurable. I couldn't help but notice that whatever he had been wearing to cover his face, had been removed. His lips felt soft and moist against my skin. I heard him moan softly as he withdrew his lips from my body.

"You smell so fresh and clean," he commented as I felt his hands on my chest. He gently started caressing me, toying with each nipple as his hands explored my torso. I felt him caress gently down my body to my hips. He slipped his hands over my hips and around to the small of my back just above my ass.

I heard him moan softly as he caressed my body. Once again, I felt him softly kiss by belly as he slowly ran his hands over my ass. He cupped each cheek in his hand and gently squeezed. Even though I was blindfolded, I closed my eyes and enjoyed his gentle hands as he caressed my body.

"Do you like that, gorgeous? Does it feel good?" he asked softly.

"It does," I answered him truthfully feeling my cock begin to stir.

Suddenly, I felt him stand up. My body tensed not knowing what he was going to do. I sensed him behind me and once again, my body flinched in reaction.

"Shhh, just relax baby; you are perfectly safe," he whispered.

When I felt his hands cascade, quite lovingly down my back, my body started to relax under his touch.

"That's my beautiful boy, just relax," he whispered in my ear.

Once again and surprisingly so, the soft tone of his voice soothed and comforted me. Even though I was his captive, his hands and the tone of his voice comforted me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck just before I felt him kiss me softly again. Based on the feel of his lips and his face on my skin, I knew he was clean-shaven. There was no facial hair at all; not even a five o'clock shadow. His skin felt soft and clear against my skin.

As he continued to plant soft, small kisses across my shoulders, I heard myself emit a soft moan unconsciously. He wrapped his arms around my chest and softly pulled me back against him. As he pulled me back, he pressed his crotch against my cuffed hands. Immediately, I could feel his erection. I didn't know if it was an intentional move on his part, or if it was something that just happened as a result of him pulling me back against him.

I don't know why, but I opened my hands and grabbed his crotch. I could feel him flinch slightly as I grabbed him and he froze in place.

"Just relax," I heard myself say as I gently squeezed his hard cock in my hand. He moaned and kissed me softly below the ear as he thrusted forward in my hand. I don't know how long we stood there, his arms wrapped around me, his cock in my hand.

"Thank you, Ryan. I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you did," he said.

Although his hard cock was still in my hand, the outfit that he was wearing was so tight, it was almost impossible to get a firm grip on his cock or determine its size. I found myself wanting to grip it firmly to show him that I meant him no harm. Just ten minutes ago, if that, I would have tried to twist it off given the opportunity.

"If you don't hurt me, I won't hurt you," I said softly.

"I could never hurt you, Ryan," he said as he suddenly took a step back, my hands were free and clear again.

He dropped to his knees behind me. I listened intently to try and figure out what he was going to do next when I suddenly felt his tongue run up the crack of my ass. I gasped not expecting him to do what he did. He placed his hands on my ass, spread my cheeks open ever so slightly, and ran his tongue up my crack again.

"Ahhh!" I groaned out loud as I instinctually pushed my ass back against his face. He groaned loudly as he buried his face in my ass.

"Fuck!" I called out. "Fucking eat me!" I hissed.

If my hands weren't cuffed, I would have reached behind me, grabbed his head, and forced his face in my ass. He ate me for several minutes before pulling back. I could hear him panting and breathing hard. He took a deep breath and dove back into my ass; I felt his tongue breach my hole again.

"You like my ass don't you fucker. Is that what you wanted? Is that why you fucking broke into my house you fucking brown-noser? You wanted to eat my ass that fucking bad!" I'll bet you want to fuck my ass too don't you, you fucking pervert?"

The more I spoke to him like that the fucking harder he ate my ass. I was in hog-heaven. If my hands were free, all I would have to do is touch my dick and it would've exploded. In that instant, I was glad that my hands were cuffed. I didn't want him to stop.

"Come on you fucker; eat me! Eat my ass!" I spewed.

I could feel his teeth occasionally take a bite of my ass. No one had ever bit my ass like that before. I fuckin loved it.

"That's it, you fucker, eat it," I called out to him.

Suddenly, he stood up behind me. I heard a sound like Velcro being torn apart. For a couple of seconds, all I heard was him panting and breathing heavily. The next thing I knew, I felt the head of his cock on my hole.

"Yeah, OK, you fucker. So that's what's next. You're going to fuck me now?" I hissed.

I heard him growl as he grabbed me by the hips. I yelled as he shoved his cock up my ass. It hurt like hell at first, but as soon as he started fucking me, the pain subsided relatively quickly. His cock was rock-fucking-hard and at least seven inches from what I could tell.

"Yeah, that's exactly what you wanted isn't it, you fucker. You just wanted to fuck that hot ass of mine; right! You better fuck it good and hard if you know what's good for you bitch!"

As I continued my verbal onslaught against him, the harder he plowed into me. I fucking loved it. I haven't been fucked like that in I don't know how long if ever. Unfortunately, for me, his assault on my ass didn't last nearly long enough. I heard him panting in short, quick breathes and knew he was going to shoot his fucking load up my ass sooner rather than later.

"Yeah, OK, you fucker, you're gonna cum already aren't you. Go ahead then, shoot your fucking load up my ass!" I called out.

He pulled me back against him as he plunged deep in my ass and stopped. This animalistic growl erupted from deep within him as he unloaded his balls deep in my ass. I tightened and released my asshole around his cock until I sensed he was done shooting. He slumped over my back and I could feel his perspiration through his clothing. We held that position for several seconds before he slowly stood up and extracted his cock from my ass.

"Oh, dear God," he panted heavily. "That was amazing, Ryan; absolutely amazing. It was everything and more than I imagined. You are amazing!" he cajoled me. When he extracted himself, I stood up and didn't say a word. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed gently.

"Thank you so, so much," he whispered and kissed me softly on the neck.

"That was the best, most exciting, and meaningful experience of my life," he said softly.

"I can't thank you enough. You have no idea what this means to me."

I was so conflicted inside. My emotions were all over the place. I was ashamed, embarrassed, angry, sad, frustrated, excited, horny, and pleasantly elated all at the same time in addition to a multitude of other complexing feelings. I didn't know what or how to deal with all of these emotions I was suddenly feeling. I just stood there in silence.

"Are you OK, Ryan?" my jailer asked.

I couldn't answer him because I didn't know what to say. I just couldn't get a handle on what I was feeling. I don't know how much time went by before I heard his voice again.

"Ryan, are you OK?" I heard him ask again.

"I don't know," I said so softly he didn't understand me.

"Ryan?" he said.

"I said I don't know!" I blurted out in anger.

I heard him fidgeting about with something as I tried to get my feelings under control.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Um, I'm removing the condom, Ryan," he answered.

"You wore a condom?" I asked surprised.

"Yes, Ryan, I wore a condom," he answered.

"Why?" I asked confused.

"Well, this is going to sound a bit absurd considering the circumstances, but I thought it was the respectful thing to do."

I started to laugh. I couldn't hold it back.

"You're right, that is absurd since you broke into my house, handcuffed me, blindfolded me, and took me prisoner in my own house. It's completely insane. I just can't figure you out."

"Well, yes, there is that. I did do all of those rather unpleasant things. But that doesn't mean that I don't respect you, Ryan. I know how ridiculous that sounds, I assure you. However, regardless of what happens next, I didn't want you to worry about coming down with some life-threatening disease on top of the trauma that I have already caused you. I am perfectly healthy by the way, I mean, I have no diseases or afflictions. You are my only affliction if you will."

"Wow, I feel like I should thank you for that," I responded.

"Well, normally I would respond to that with a you're welcome, however, not misinterpreting the sarcastic meaning of your comment, I'll pass. However, may I ask you again, if you're, OK? I can tell that something is troubling you deeply."

"Look, whatever your name is, you sound like a Liam to me, so that's what I'm going to call you. Look Liam, you break into my house, handcuff me, blindfold me, make me your prisoner, and fuck my brains out in my own bathroom. I'm sure you can understand how fucking conflicting that is for me as a gay man.

On one hand, I'd have every fucking right in the book to put a bullet between your eyes, and on the other hand, you cajole me, tell me how handsome I am, how beautiful I am and all of that other shit you said, and then give me one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life. The fact of the matter is, as much as I fucking loathe to admit this, it sickens me actually, there is a part of you that makes me feel good. Not to mention, it's painful to say, you're a fabulous fuck. It makes me nauseous to admit that to you; I don't want you give you that power. So, why don't you just go fuck yourself and get out of my house!"

"I'm so sorry, Ryan. I don't blame you for feeling that way; it's perfectly understandable. If I were in your shoes, no doubt, I'd feel the same way. But please hear this, I didn't intend for any of this to happen. I mean, yes, I did consciously enter your house uninvited, however, I didn't break in, at least, literally. I haven't destroyed any of your belongings or your property. However, let's leave semantics out of this. I know and accept the fact that I have violated your personal space and it got completely beyond the scope of my initial intent.

You see, all I wanted is to get close to you again. I did not intend for any of this to happen. I was just going to watch you. I am very aware of how disturbing that sounds now that I have said it out loud, but that was my intent. I was going to observe you in silence and then leave. I had no intention of actually accosting you.

When I saw you get out of bed and walk into the bathroom, I think I just lost my mind for a second and reacted out of desire for you. When I realized that I crossed the line, it was too late; the damage if you will, was done and there was no going back. None of what has just happened was ever premeditated. I just had this overwhelming need to be close to you; something in me compelled me to touch you. I'm so sorry. I wish I could turn the clock back."

"Really, this was never your intent. That's why you are dressed the way you are and put a knife to my throat. Yeah, right? I'm not stupid Liam!"

"Yes, it does sound a bit stretching, doesn't it? If you'll allow me, I'd like to clarify a few things. First, let me just say that I don't have a weapon. I don't have a knife and I have no firearm. I don't own a gun and the only knives that I have are in my kitchen drawer."

"Then, what the fuck did you put at my throat?" I interrupted him. "Yes, that; I'm so sorry for doing that but it wasn't a knife. It's the housing or shaft of a metal pen set. It doesn't even have a cartridge; it's just the shell. It was a prop to make you believe it was a knife. I can't tell you how much I regret doing that to you, Ryan. I would never intentionally harm you or anyone else."

"What about your clothes then. I don't know exactly what you're wearing, but you had gloves on and you covered your face with something. That much I know!"

"I won't deny that, Ryan. I was wearing gloves and a mask to cover my face. I did that so if I were spotted, no one could describe my physical features clearly. It was a precaution on my part. I admit that willingly. I wanted to protect my identity."

"You also told me that this was not your first time around the block or something to that effect. How do you explain that away? Are you telling me that you haven't done this before?"

"Oh dear, this has gone so far beyond my intent. I can't believe I have let myself steep to this level because I'm so enamored with you. I'm so incredibly sorry, Ryan. I did say that didn't I?"

"You sure fuckin did, Liam?" I interrupted him again.

"I lied, Ryan. I have never before done something like this. I don't know why I told you that except to say, it was a part of my temporary psychosis. Why else would I say something so ridiculous and untrue? I have acted appallingly and I can't tell you how sorry I am and how much I regret my actions. It's unforgivable and you most certainly didn't deserve it. There is no excuse for what I have done. I'm truly, truly sorry."

"I'm really having a hard time believing anything you say, Liam. This whole ordeal is like a bad movie. I simply can't fathom why you or anyone for that matter, would do such a horrible thing. It just fucking blows my mind!"

"I know, I know; I'm so, so, sorry I have put you through this. Just know that I would never hurt you, Ryan. I have never done anything like this before and never will never again. When I saw you naked something in me just snapped. I can't explain it. I not only lost my mind, I lost self-control. You are just so fucking beautiful I just lost it. I just fucking lost it. I can't explain it because I don't understand it myself. I have never experienced something like that before."

"OK, let me try to wrap my head around your explanation for all of this. What I'm hearing you tell me is, I'm so fucking breathtakingly beautiful in your eyes that you just had to have me. Is that about, right? Is that what you're telling me. You just saw me naked and went temporarily insane; you couldn't control your desire for me? You do know how utterly pathetic that sounds; right?"

"Yes, I am astutely aware of that, Ryan. However, as ridiculous, and unbelievable as that sounds, it is nevertheless, the truth."

"I don't know what to say, Liam. I'm at a total loss for words. It's very difficult to believe."

"Nevertheless, it's true. If the universe offered me any man on this planet of my choosing, it wouldn't be Ryan Gosling, or Harry Styles, or Henry Cavill, you would be my choice."

I heard him moving around and suddenly felt his hand caress down my chest slowly.

"You would be my choice Ryan," he said softly as he ran his hand down my body and took my now flaccid cock in his hand.

"For me, there is no other choice," he whispered as he lovingly fondled my cock.

"You will always be my choice," he said as he kissed me softly on the lips.

"I know that will never be the case for you, Ryan. If there was ever a remote chance of that, I have destroyed that opportunity. I will have to live with that realization for the rest of my life, however long that will be. I'm not asking you to forgive me for what I have done. I certainly don't deserve your forgiveness, but I do desire it just the same. I'm truly, truly sorry, Ryan."

I listened to the sincerity in his voice and my anger faded away again. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was still fondling my cock. It had nothing to do with him blowing up my ego. It was something that I felt from him. I knew he was being sincere. There was no doubt in my mind. I believed him.

"I believe you, Liam," I said softly.

Suddenly, he released my cock and wrapped his arms around me.

"Thank you, Ryan. Thank you," he repeated himself as I felt his body begin to quiver as he embraced me.

At first, I didn't know what was happening. Then I suddenly realized that he was sobbing silently. Once again, I actually felt sorry for him for the lack of a better term. I pushed my face into the crook of his neck and let him sob. After a handful of seconds passed with him sobbing, he released me and took a step back. At least, that's what it felt like.

He kissed me softly again on the lips. This time, his kiss lasted longer and I could feel his wet tears against my face.

"I'm so massively ashamed of myself," he whispered as he pulled back from his kiss.

"Uncuff me, Liam," I said softly. I give you my word, I'll leave the blindfold on."

Taking me at my word, Liam stepped behind me and uncuffed my hands. I brought my hands up to the front of my body and massaged my sore wrists.

"Thank you, Liam. I'm a man of my word, so the blindfold will stay on but understand this; there is a part of me that would like nothing less than to throttle you where you stand for what you have done."

"I understand, Ryan and I wouldn't blame you," he said softly.

"So, tell me, Liam, where do we go from here?" I asked him.

"I don't understand, Ryan. What do you mean? Are you not going to call the police?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so, Liam. Although, I probably should, I'm not going to do that," I answered.

"Why not? I don't understand," he said, confusion in his voice.

"Because I'm not sure that would be the best thing to do for either of us; especially you," I answered him.

"Don't misunderstand, Liam, I think you are a total fucking scum-bag-asshole-skid-mark for doing what you did, but putting you in jail for the next fifty years I don't think is the answer. Besides, although you scared the shit out of me, you didn't hurt me even though you threatened to."

"I'm so sorry about that," he interrupted me.

"Yes, you have said that repeatedly and I believe you. I believe that you are remorseful and sorry for what you have done, that's why I'm not calling the police, Liam, and the only reason I'm not calling the police.

To be perfectly honest, it amazes me that you would do such an incredibly, stupid, dangerous, and unimaginable thing as to take me hostage in my own home just because you couldn't control yourself. As fucking psychotic as that is and sounds, it's also incredibly flattering. It's a huge boost to my ego and it absolutely amazes me. That does factor into my decision to not call the place. How could I send a man to jail for the rest of his life who thinks that I am that damn hot?" I smiled.

He stepped up to me, wrapped his arms around me again, and held me tight. For a couple of seconds, I just stood there and let him hold me. Since I had no idea what he looked like and had very little information in terms of his physical stature, other than his cock, curiosity got the better of me and I hugged him back lightly.

I discovered that he was slender. His body felt firm and toned under my hands. He felt as if he was in pretty good shape physically. I let my hands wander lightly across his back to confirm my suspicions as best I could. When I moved my hands over his back, he let out a soft moan.

"Thank you, Ryan," he whispered.

"For what?" I asked.

"For showing me affection and not calling the police," he answered softly.

"At this point, Liam, for me, it's more curiosity than affection," I said. "I have no idea what you look like, or how big you are, or how old you are. The only thing I know about you is that you are clean-shaven, have a more than average sized cock, and you have an accent that I can't place. That's the extent of my knowledge about you."

"That's easily remedied," he said softly.

He released his grip on me and stepped back. He grabbed my hands and placed them on his chest.

"Go ahead, Ryan, touch me; satisfy your curiosity. Let your hands wander over my body, I have no objection. I'm not unattractive if you'll excuse the narcissistic comment," he told me.

I said nothing in return and let my hands guide my way. His chest was defined nicely, the outfit that he had on was so tight against his body it could have been painted on. I found each nipple and gently ran the pad of my finger over his nipples. They hardened up and stood out in response to my touch. I continued sliding my hands down his body to his stomach. I ran my hands over his belly. It too felt firm; my hands detected no belly fat.

I ran my hands in either direction across his abs to his back and down to his waist. He was slender and had a narrow waist. It felt to me that we were similarly sized physically. I ran my hands down his back and across his ass. He had a nice, firm, round ass. I heard myself moan as I cupped his buns in my hands.

"Do you like how I feel, Ryan?" he whispered.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of saying, "yes, you feel so fucking good," so I said, "Turn around, Liam."

He complied immediately and I dropped down on one knee. This time when I reached out for him, my hands found the center of his leg. I gripped his leg in both hands and continued downward. His legs were firm, I could feel the musculature under the fabric. I continued down to his ankle and discovered that the shoes he had on were not normal shoes. From what I could tell, it felt as if he had a bike riding kit on. But the shoes, they felt a bid odd. For a few seconds, I thought hard as to what he was wearing on his feet.

"Water shoes?" I questioned.

"Very good, beautiful; that's correct," he answered.

I crossed over to his other leg and worked my way back up to his ass. I couldn't resist and ran my hands over his ass once more before I removed my hands from his body and stood up. Suddenly, I felt his hands on my hips and his lips against mine. He kissed me softly and released me.

"Was that helpful? Did that satisfy your curiosity?" he asked.

"Yes, Liam, it did. I have a much better picture or understanding of your body at least," I answered him.

"What do you think; do you like my body? Does it please you?" he asked next.

"I'm evoking my fifth amendment rights, Liam," I answered calmly.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because that's what I want to do," I said.

"OK, fair enough; I understand. May I tell you what I think?" he asked.

"Knock yourself out," I responded with a shrug of my shoulders.

"I think you thoroughly enjoyed feeling my body. I think you were impressed with my body but you don't want me to know that. Or at least, you don't want to admit it to yourself that you like my body. You feel it would give me a sense of satisfaction and you would be correct. I want you to be attracted to me, Ryan. To know that you like my body would please me enormously. However, I also understand why you would want to deny me that pleasure."

I felt Liam's hand on the side of my face and his arm around my waist.

"You're angry with me, I understand that. If you were to admit to yourself and to me that you like my body, you would lose no power Ryan. The fact is, you hold all the power now. You have had absolute power since you asked me to remove the cuffs. You could have removed your blindfold and called the police at any time. I think you know that I would not try to stop you."

"I gave you my word that I wouldn't do that and I haven't," I snapped back.

"Yes, yes you did, and you have been a man of your word for which I am extremely grateful. Would it make you feel any better if I released you from your promise?" he asked as he caressed the side of my face.

"No!" I hissed at him.

"Well, I'm going to do it anyway, Ryan. I am releasing you from your word. I'm not going to fight you or try to talk you out of any decision you make from this moment forward. If you want to call the police, do it. If you want to beat me to a bloody pulp, do it. Lord knows, I deserve it. My fate is in your hands, gorgeous."

"You're such a fucking asshole!" I screamed at him.

"I know that. I think we both know that fact has been well established. Come on, Ryan, tell me what the real issue is. It's not just because I have violated you and acted like a tyrant. Your anger goes far beyond that. Do you want me to tell you what I think?" he asked.

"Oh, by all means, ass-wipe; please tell me old wise man what I'm feeling!"

"I'm sorry I've made you so angry Ryan. I take full responsibility for what I have done. But I really do think I know what's happening here at the moment. I think you're so angry right now because in light of what I have already done, there's a part of you that likes me.

You like the way I make your feel; you've already voluntarily admitted that. You thoroughly enjoyed me pounding that beautiful ass of yours. You like my cock. You also like my body but won't admit it. You like the way I touch you. Just admit it, Ryan, even after what I have done, you still like me. I know you do. I can feel it just like I feel your wrath, and rightfully so, for what I've done."

"Fuck you! You're delusional," I hissed.

My hands were rolled into fists, I so badly wanted to punch him in the face and kick him in the balls repeatedly. My body was literally shaking I was so mad. What made it even worse, is the son of a bitch was right. He does turn me on. I like his hands on my body. He does have a really nice body from what I could tell, and his cock, man oh man, it's heaven. His lips on my lips feels so sensual. There is also a part of me that kind of likes keeping the blindfold on. It's exciting and although it doesn't feel dangerous anymore, it's still thrilling. I was damn sure that I wasn't going to admit that to him though.

Suddenly, he grabbed me by the arms and kissed me passionately. I dug my fingers into his biceps and squeezed hard. I tried to push myself off of him but he held me steadfast. In two seconds flat, I gave into him, wrapped my arms tightly around him, and kissed him back, hard. Our kiss became frenzied. At that moment in time, I never wanted anyone more than I wanted him. I grabbed him by the head in both hands and pulled him hard against me. Almost instantly, I pulled away from him.

"I fucking hate you!" I yelled and pulled him back to my lips.

He wrapped his arms around me again and pulled me tight against him. He reached down and cupped my ass in his hands squeezing hard.

"You fucking make me crazy, Ryan!" he growled as he pulled back from our kiss panting.

He literally picked me up in his arms, carried me to my bed, and tossed me through the air as if I weighed nothing. As I bounced up off the mattress after impact, I heard him growl like an animal.

"You're mine, Ryan!" he said.

It literally felt like he jumped from a standing position on the floor at the foot of the bed, on top of me.

"I want your fucking cock, Liam! Give it to me!" I ordered.

I reached out for him blindly. My hand impacted his arm. I immediately grabbed his arm, my hand wrapped around his bicep. I could feel his muscle flexing.

"Fuck! You have nice arms, Liam, but I still fucking hate your guts," I spewed.

"I know, baby; I know," he said in return.

I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him hard. He slid his hands under my back and pulled me tight against him. As we kissed, I felt him start to dry-hump me. I could feel his hard cock against my own. I grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked his head back hard as he did to me earlier.

"I want your cock, Liam; give it to me!" I hissed.

He jumped up like a cat and straddled my chest.

"You want my fucking cock so bad, beg me for it! He growled. "Fuck you, asshole!" I spewed back. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction!"

"Oh, you'll beg me for my cock you pretty, little fucker! I know you will! You loved my big cock banging that sweet, little ass of yours, didn't you?"

He bent down and kissed me hard again. He suddenly sat back up, reached behind him, and wrapped his hand around my cock. I heard him groan as did I when he grabbed my cock.

"Umm," he moaned out loud. That gorgeous cock of yours is leaking baby," he groaned as he began stroking my cock. I could feel the slickness of my pre as he stroked me.

"You're going to give me that sweet fucking load of yours whether you want to or not, baby. I'm going to take what I want from you and I want your fucking cum-load, gorgeous!" he growled down at me.

"Go fuck yourself!" I retorted.

"Now why would I do that when I have you?" he chuckled sarcastically.

He released my cock and I'm glad he did because I could feel my balls starting to churn. I heard what sounded like Velcro being torn apart again.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it gorgeous; you'll soon find out," he responded.

The next thing I felt was him smacking his hard cock against my lips. He would alternate smacking my lips with his cock to sliding his cock over my lips. I could feel the sweet goo from his piss slit on my lips. With each pass, I licked his sweetness from my lips. I savored his taste and desperately wanted everything he had to give me. Still wearing the blindfold, I awkwardly lifted my head in an attempt to take his cock in my mouth. I wanted him so badly.

"Oh, no you don't. What's the magic word pretty-boy?" he asked.

"Oh, fuck you, Liam," I said.

"Wrong. Try again," he teased me.

I slammed my head back against the bed in protest. I wanted him desperately, but I refused to beg for his cock. Who the fuck does he think he is?

A few seconds passed and I felt his cock on my lips again. This time, his precum was more plentiful in volume. I ran my tongue over my lips lapping up his sweet ooze left behind. I moaned unintentionally and immediately regretted it.

"There is a lot more where that came from gorgeous. You can have all of it. All you have to do is say the magic word and it's yours for the taking," he said softly.

"You're a fucking prick, Liam. I hate you!" I said defiantly. "No, you don't baby; you love me and you know it. You're just being stubborn. You and I both know how much you want my cock and my load. You can't wait until you feel my cum shooting off in your mouth. You know you want it. Just admit it. Say the magic word gorgeous and my cock, and my cum, are yours; all yours."

Once again, I felt a copious about of his precum on my lips. He has to be hovering over me milking the sweet pre from his cock and letting it fall to my lips. I quickly lapped it up with my tongue and moaned softly as I did. Liam ran his fingers through my hair gently and lovingly. Just that act alone, intensified my desire for him. I reached up and pulled him to me.

"I fucking hate you so much! I said and kissed him hard. I felt his cock leaking on my chest and I hugged him tighter.

I broke our kiss and very softly said, "please."

It killed me to say it, but I just had to have him. I wanted him more than I think I have ever wanted anything before. I needed his cock and he wasn't going to deny me what I wanted. He kissed me quickly and leaned back.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked enjoying his victory over me as he placed the head of his cock on my lips.

To defy him his victory, I clenched my teeth together and let his cock rest on my lips. It took every ounce of my will to deny myself the pleasure of his cock, and his seed, but I wasn't about to let him win the game we had in play.

I remained diligent and stationary; my teeth clenched together. After just a couple of seconds, I felt him try to push forward into my mouth. He stopped immediately encountering my teeth. His precum was now leaking freely and even starting to almost puddle on my lips. I could feel it.

"Oh, I see," he said the lightbulb suddenly clicking on. "OK, you've made your point, gorgeous. Please," he said softly.

Feeling triumphant, I opened my mouth and took in his dripping cock. I reached behind him and grabbed his firm, round ass.

"That's my boy," he cooed. "Suck my cock, baby. Suck the cum out of daddy's cock," he groaned.

My ability to move was very limited because of the position I was in. Without delay, he adjusted the pillows behind my head to make me more comfortable and started thrusting in and out of my mouth. I could feel his ass flexing in my hands as he fucked my face.

"Just relax my love and let daddy do the work," he whispered tenderly.

I don't know where this daddy stuff came from, but I kind of liked it. I could taste his precious precum oozing from his cock. Was he started to withdrawal, I'd wrap my lips tightly around his cock and squeeze out the precious nectar from his piss-slit. Suddenly, he stopped moving and withdrew from my mouth.

"Wait, what are you doing?" I asked.

He suddenly jumped off of me, grabbed my legs just above the ankles, and pull me down the bed. I could tell that my feet were now at the very foot of the bed. He laid down next to me, grabbed me by the hip, and pulled me onto my side.

"I need your cock, gorgeous. I've been dreaming about sucking your cock since I first saw you."

Suddenly, half of my cock was in his hot, wet, mouth. I gasped as he started sucking my dick. I reached out for him and took his cock back in my mouth. He pulled me over on top of him and my cock sank down into his throat. It took every ounce of will power I had in me to not shoot off down his throat that very second.

With me now on top, and Liam on the bottom, I had free will to suck his glorious cock as I pleased. I slid my hands under his ass and swallowed his cock whole. I took him down into my throat as I heard him cry out beneath me. I worked my throat muscles against his cock before coming back up his shaft to be rewarded by a huge glob of precum.

I love everything about a man's cock and Liam's cock is perfection even if I have yet to see it. Sucking cock is my absolute favorite thing to do. I love getting fucked too, but sucking a man off and swallowing his load sends me right into orbit. I wanted Liam's cum desperately. I sucked his masterpiece of a cock in a steady rhythm. I went all of the way down his shaft until my nose was buried in his balls and his cock was buried in my throat.

Not wanting to wait any longer to taste his load, I increased speed and suction. I became obsessed with what I wanted. The building could have collapsed and I wouldn't have known. After just a few seconds, Liam wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me down on his face hard. My cock now in his throat again, I felt the vibrations from his groans on my cock.

Suddenly, I could feel Liam's cock start to pulsate. I was halfway up his cock when I felt the first squirt shoot off in my mouth. I squeezed his ass hard in my hands and started to moaned loudly as my mouth filled with his glorious gift. I swallowed out of necessity to make room as his delicious cock continued to erupt. When the eruptions came to an end, I held his cock in my mouth and rolled over onto my side.

I didn't want to release him. With one side of my head resting on Liam's inner thigh, he brought his other leg down and rested it on my head. I was in heaven sandwiched between his legs, his cock resting in my mouth. We could have stayed like that for days and I would have been a very happy man. I don't honestly know how long we remained in that position. I felt Liam's leg lift off of me and I could feel him sit up in bed.

"Hey gorgeous, are you going to hold my dick in your mouth forever?" he asked.

I flipped him the bird and didn't say a word nor did I release his cock. He reached over and ran his fingers through my hair as I tongued his piss slit ever so softly.

"It makes be happy that you love it that much," he whispered. "I love yours, too, but you already know that. Your cum is pretty sweet too. I figured it would have to be since you're so fucking cute." I released his cock and sat up surprised. "Did I cum?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, you sure did. It was marvelous. Did you not know that you came?" he asked. "How is that even possible?"

"I guess I was focused on other things. That's really fucking weird, isn't it? When did I cum?"

"Just before I did; you kind of set me off, Ryan," Liam said.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"As soon as I tasted your cum in my mouth it sent me over the edge. That's when I came," he answered. "By the way, did you like it; me cumming in your mouth I mean?"

"Fuck, Liam; do I really have to say it?"

"No, not really, but it would be nice. It would make me happy to hear you say you liked it."

"I'm still mad at you," I said.

"Yeah, I know, but you love me too, don't you?"

"Oh, please. I don't even know you so how could I love you?"

"I'm sure stranger things have happened," he said.

"Yeah, like some nut job breaking into my house, holding me hostage, and raping me in my own bathroom."

"Oh, please, you know I didn't rape you; not really. Besides, you enjoyed the hell out of me plowing your hot ass. I know you did. You loved it just as much as I did."

"That's beside the point!"

I could feel Liam inching closer to me on the bed. He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. He rested his forehead against mine and whispered, "We need to get past this my love."

"I wish you would stop saying things like that."

"Like what, calling you, my love?" Liam asked.

"Yes, that's what I mean."

"But you are, Ryan. I have no interest in anyone else. You're the one I want," Liam answered.

"Of all the guys on the planet, you want me. Why me, Liam?"

"I can't answer that because I don't really know, Ryan. I would tell you if I could, but I just don't know. I only know that I've be drawn to you since I laid eyes on you; like I said earlier, something just clicked in me. That's all I can tell you."

"It's just so hard to understand it going to this level. What do you expect me to do? What am I supposed to say? I'm just supposed to open up my loving arms and my loving legs and spread my cheeks for you? I think I just paraphrased Whoopie Goldberg, or was it Bette Midler that said that?"

"In a way, haven't you kind of done that already? I mean, since I removed your cuffs, nothing that has happened between us was not without your approval, nor was it premeditated on my part. It just happened the way it happened because we both wanted it. Considering we are naked in bed together, and we just shot our load down each other's throats, there is no way that this could have happened without some level of desire on your part. Don't you think?"

"I guess there is a component of truth to that. Tell me this then, you came here very prepared; the cloves, the mask, the outfit, I assume you're wearing black, the fake knife, and the rubber, if you hadn't planned all of this, how do you explain that?"

"Oh absolutely, that was totally premeditated on my part. My attire tonight was an attempt to camouflage myself in case I was spotted. As for the gloves, well that was obviously for fingerprints in case you caught me and called the police. The fake knife, well, I can't really explain that to be honest. With regard to the condom, one condom, I only brought one with me, I was planning on jerking off watching you sleep. I was going to make sure that I came in the condom so I wouldn't leave any cum DNA evidence on your carpet."

"You do realize how fucking creepy that sounds, right? You were actually planning on jerking off watching me sleep?"

"Yeah, pretty creepy when you say it like that. Since I'm spilling my guts here, I might as well tell you that I've probably jerked off thinking about you at least fifteen times I would guess. I'm sorry, Ryan, but you just push every button I have. I can't tell you how fantastic it was to see you naked in all your glory. The fact that you let me fuck you, suck your cock and swallow your cum is a dream come true for me. I never, ever expected such a glorious thing to happen. I truly feel fortunate."

"Christ, Liam, why do you say things like that to me?" I asked him.

"But why not, Ryan? It's true. It's all true. That's how I feel about you so why shouldn't I tell you?"

"Because of how this all went down tonight; that's why. I mean, if we had met under different circumstances and you told me this stuff, I would feel different. I'd be a puddle at your feet. Who on this planet does not want someone to feel like that about them. Very, very few would be my guess. The fact is, it has happened. Do you really expect me to overlook that; pretend it didn't happen? That would make me insane!"

"But I'm not asking you to pretend it didn't happen. I'm kind of asking you to overlook it I'll admit, but not pretend it didn't happen. I know I fucked up big time; big, big time, there's no question about that, however, now that you know how I feel about you, doesn't that weigh a bit more than the bad stuff?" he asked.

"I don't know, Liam, I can't answer that right now. The wounds that you have inflicted on me are wide open and still bleeding. You really, really, really pissed me off tonight. And it's not just that you broke into my house; you fucking cuffed me, blindfolded me, took me captive, and put what I thought was a knife to my throat. That's what I'm struggling with. I could just fucking kill you for doing that to me!"

"I know, Ryan, I can't believe that I actually did that. That's definitely not me but I did it. I have to take responsibility for that. That's not what I had planned. I went temporarily insane. I'm so incredibly sorry. I wish that never happened."

"That's not something that I'm ever going to forget, Liam. It was traumatizing; extremely traumatizing and I hate you for doing that to me! However, even after all of that, I must admit, you do intrigue me, Liam. Even though you really pissed me off big time, you also made me feel really good.

No one has ever said to me the things that you have said tonight. Although I have no idea what you look like facially, I know you have a great body. You have a cock that any man would envy, including myself. I love the way you touch me and the way it makes me feel when you touch me; it feels sincere. I believe that that is the real you and not the scum-bag, thug that broke into my house. Having sex with you is exciting, thrilling and incredibly enjoyable. Fuck, I have to stop because I'm making myself nauseous telling you this shit."

"Don't forget about my cum, I know you love that too," he chuckled.

"Fuck you, don't press your luck. I have to pee."

I slid off of the bed carefully, my blindfold still in place and started to make my way towards the bathroom. I didn't get more than two feet from the bed when I felt Liam take my hand gently and guide me the rest of the way into the bathroom. He walked me to the toilet, lifted the lid, took my cock in-hand, and pointed me in the right direction.

"You're all set, baby; just let her rip," he said softly.

I released my stream and heard it hit the water in the toilet below. Liam kissed me gently on the side of the neck and let his lips linger on my skin. I don't know why I did it, but I leaned back against him and rested the back of my head against his shoulder. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and let out a soft moan.

We stood together at the bowl until my stream came to an end. He ran his finger over my piss slit and a second later, I heard him sucking his finger. I just couldn't believe he did that until he did it again.

"Did you just do what I think you did?" I asked him.

"I don't know; what do you think I just did?" he answered me with a question.

"It feels like and sounds like you ran your finger over my piss-slit and licked your finger. Not once, but twice."

"Then you are correct. That's exactly what I did. Does that bother you?" he asked.

"Why would you do that?" I asked him still standing at the toilet, my dick in his hand.

"Because it came from you, and I wanted to know what it tasted like." he answered as he stepped to the side, bent over, and took my flaccid dick in his mouth. I could feel him stick the tip of his tongue in my piss-slit. He rested his hand on my butt cheek as he softly tongued my knob. I wasn't about to stop him. It felt good and I enjoyed it.

"Liam, will you ever stop surprising me?" I asked softly.

He released my dick just long enough to say, "God, I hope not."

He took my dick back in his mouth and started softly sucking me. I grabbed his head in my hands, pulled him up to me, and turned slightly to face him. He kissed me gently on the lips and wrapped his arms around me. He then picked me up in his arms and carried me back to the bed. My dick was once again on the rise.

He gently lowered me to the bed as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I loved how strong he is. Amazingly, it made me feel safe. Once I was firmly on the bed, I pulled him down to me. He straddled my hips and I felt his cock on my stomach. He sat back on his heels and I reached out for him. He intercepted my hands and placed them on his chest. I let my hands cascade down his body until I encountered his pubes.

Liam, what exactly are you wearing?" I asked him.

"It's a bike riding kit; I just made a few alterations to meet my needs," he answered me.

"A kit that has no crotch?" I asked.

"Oh, it has a crotch, my love, that's my alteration; it's Velcro and easily removable. I'm an avid cyclist. I bike a lot. That's how I stay in shape; well, that and yoga. The Velcro lets me open the crotch easily when I have to stop and pee; it's completely removable."

I ran my fingers through his pubes and grabbed his cock. I slowly ran my hand down the length of his cock and took his knob in my hand. I fondled him gently and slid my other hand under and cupped his balls. His sack was completely smooth and silky soft. Obviously, he shaves his balls. I reached a finger back and ran it over his perinium.

I heard him moan softly as he ran his fingers through my hair. He then leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. I withdrew my hands from his crotch and placed my hands on either side of his face as he leaned over me.

"Liam, I want to see you. I want to see all of you," I whispered holding his face in my hands.

"As you wish, my love," he said softly. He jumped off the bed and I could hear him removing his kit. I sat up in bed and threw my legs over the side of the bed. I realized that I was nervous as I waited to see my uninvited midnight visitor for the very first time. It seemed to me that I sat there on the bed waiting for an eternity. Suddenly, I felt Liam's hand on the back of my head. He gently pulled me towards him and my face encountered the naked skin of his firm abs.

I heard myself moan as I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his soft, smooth skin for the very first time. I let my hands roam slowly over his body freely as he stroked my hair gently. He felt so, so good. His body was firm and toned. I could feel the musculature of his back. I let my hands cascade down to his ass. It was smooth, the skin soft and firm. I cupped his ass in my hands and squeezed gently before I ran my hands down his body to the back of his thighs.

He moaned softly from time-to-time as I blindly explored his body using only my hands. Moving around to the front of his thighs, I slowly caressed up his body. I ran my hands up his legs, over his hips and across his firm abs. I gently ran the tip of my finger through his happy trail as I continued up his body.

I then ran my hands over his chest. His pecs were clearly defined with a sparse covering of silky, smooth hair. I took each nipple between thumb and index finger and squeezed gently feeling them perk up in response to my touch. I released his nipples and let my hands slowly cascade down either side of his body until I encountered his hips once again.

I leaned forward and kissed him softly on the belly before I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tight. I held him for several seconds before I released him and sat back on the bed. I cupped my hands in my lap and waited for his next move. He ran his fingers through my hair combing it back out of my face, before leaned down and kissed me softly.

"Are you ready, my love?" he asked tenderly.

I took a deep breath and nodded my head in the affirmative. My hands were literally shaking, not severely, but they were shaking because I was finally going to see my intruder. I felt Liam's hands on my head and my blindfold lifted up and off of my head. I opened my eyes blinking them several times before they started to come into focus. The room was dark, illuminated only by the night-light flowing into the room from the bathroom.

I lowered my head slightly and looked straight ahead of me. The only thing that came into view was the carpet. I slowly panned my head to the left and saw a pair of feet. I don't know why, but I hesitated before letting my eyes go any higher. My heart was beating rapidly and I took a deep breath to try and calm my nerves. For half a second, I wasn't sure that I wanted to see anymore of him, but I didn't know why.

Forcing myself to continue, I slowly scanned up to see a very nice pair of calves. They were perfectly proportioned to one another. I then noticed the hair on his shins. It was dark, but not black, and evenly disbursed over his legs. As my eyes focused in on his legs, he stood perfectly still. I continued up until his knee caps came into view. I could easily see the musculature of his strong legs.

As my eyes continued up his body, I came to his thighs. His inner thighs were slightly covered evenly with the same dark hair as his shins. His outer thighs were complete void of hair. I could clearly see the shape and curvature of his powerful legs. As I slowly continued upward, the head of his cock came into view. He appeared to be uncut; only half of his knob was visible, the foreskin covering the rest.

I slowly continued upward as his entire cock came into view. The skin on his dick looked incredibly smooth and soft. It was completely blemish free; not even as much as a freckle that I could see. He truly has a beautiful cock. His balls hung about halfway down behind his cock; one hanging slightly lower than the other. They were completely hairless and had a bit of a pinkness to them. Even in the dim light, I could see his balls moving ever so peacefully in their sack.

As I continued upward, I saw his pubic patch. It was trimmed neatly. The hair, the same color of his legs. It wasn't curly as I expected it to be, but rather straight and looked very soft to the eye. I knew his pubes were soft because I had run my fingers through his patch not too long before. I hadn't realized just from my touch, that his pubic hair was straight as opposed to curly. I let my eyes linger for a bit taking in the beauty of his entire package.

I continued upward once again, and I immediately saw the "V" shape muscle that descends down the side and below a man's abdomen to the crotch. Even though it was clearly visible, it wasn't a hard rope of muscle that protruded; it was subtle but very evident. My eyes continued upward and his full abdomen came into view. He wasn't cut with deep cum gutters, but his six-pack was very visible and sparsely covered with the same dark hair. His happy trail leading down to the promised land was clearly delineated.

I continued upward to his beautiful chest, sparsely covered in the same dark hair. His pecs clearly defined and toned. His nipples perky and jutting forward. I looked to the left because I wanted to see those strong arms he so easily lifted me with, and specifically, his biceps. He had beautiful arms; trim, muscular, strong, and void of hair. This man has an exquisite body.

My eyes followed up his body. His collar bone and strong shoulders plain to see. I paused for a few seconds before looking at his face. Once again, I was apprehensive. I was not sure that I really wanted to know what he looked like. Would I be disappointed because his face wouldn't match his perfect body. I took another deep breath and looked up to see him smiling down at me.

"Oh my God!" I said to myself very favorably impressed. "He's so handsome!"

Immediately, I noticed his dimples. They weren't intense, but they were there. He had a nice set of white teeth and full, red lips. He was indeed very handsome. I was not disappointed in the least. He had a full, thick head of hair, the same dark color as the hair on his body. I couldn't really tell what color his eyes were only that he had pretty eyes. I found myself looking up and down his entire body as if my eyes were scanning him permanently into my memory bank. I brought my hands up and covered my face.

Suddenly, I heard his voice. "I hope I didn't disappoint you," he said softly.

"Christ, Liam, you are so fucking gorgeous," I answered him, my hands still covering my face.

Liam took my hands and removed them from my face. I looked up, directly in his eyes. His eyes are a dark, emerald color. They were just as beautiful as the rest of him with long eyelashes. One of the things that I love on a man in addition to dimples.

"If I don't disappoint you, why do you cover your face?" he asked.

"Because I really didn't anticipate you looking like you do. You are such a beautiful man, Liam. It's just that..."

"It's just what?" he asked.

"I don't remember meeting you, Liam. You said we have met before but I don't remember you. How could I not remember you? Trust me, I would remember meeting a man that looks like you. I'd remember that."

"Would you like me to refresh your memory?" he asked softly.

"Yes, please; I honestly don't remember you, Liam," I answered.

"Not quite two months ago, do you recall being at the Cox Cable office over on Jefferson Boulevard?"

"Yeah, my cable box stopped working and I had to exchange it," I answered him.

"That's where we met. I was the guy standing at the counter right next to you. The serial number on your box was not readable and you had to give them your address. I heard it and committed it to memory. That's how I know where you live. I tried to strike up a conversation with you standing at the counter but you weren't interested. I thought you were the sexiest man that I have ever seen."

"Fuck me!" I said out loud.

"I'd love to; anytime you want," he chuckled.

"All of this because we had a chance meeting at Cox Cable. Unbelievable. When you said we have met before I thought you meant that we actually met; as if we had been introduced. You said you tried to strike up a conversation with me but I wasn't interested. What exactly do you mean by that, Liam?" I asked.

"When I attempted to engage you in conversation that day, you only responded in curt, short, one, or two-word phrases such as; no, yeah, that sucks, not really and so on. I quickly got the hint that you were not interested in talking to me. I thought my gaydar was off or perhaps it was because I was most-likely drooling all over myself because I was so instantly taken with you. I thought that a handsome guy like you must get hit on all of the time and here's yet another gay dude hitting on you."

"Christ, Liam, I was probably just in a hurry to get back to work. To be honest, I probably didn't even "see" you because I was so preoccupied; I'm a busy guy, Liam. Oh, and for the record, I don't get hit on all the time. You probably get hit on more than me." "I don't know about that, gorgeous, but I'll take that as a compliment," Liam said.

"Liam, I just don't understand, I mean, you are such a gorgeous man. For fuck sakes, you could probably have any man you want. What would possess you to do something like this tonight?

"I don't know, baby. I just didn't know what else to do? I couldn't just knock on your door one day and say hi, will you marry me. You'd think I was crazy," he answered.

"I do think you're crazy! What you did tonight is fucking crazy, Liam!"

"It's Julian," he said softly.

"Julian? What's Julian?"

"My name; my name is Julian," he answered.

I started to giggle silently and held my face in my hands once again. I let myself fall backwards onto the bed as I giggled silently.

"Do you find my true name incredibly amusing?" he asked.

I lowered my hands to the bed and looked up at him.

"No, sexy, I'm not laughing at your name. Your name is very apropos for such a beautiful man," I said softly.

"Then what is it?" he asked as he lowered himself down on top of me resting his weight on his forearms.

I wrapped my arms around him, taking pleasure in his soft, naked flesh as I kissed him softly on the lips.

"I give up. You win," I said.

"Win what? What do I win?" he asked.

"Me; you win me," I answered him sincerely.

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