This is a story of an unusual relationship between two men. If you are under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex between males sex is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story, please leave. This story is completely fictional, as are all of the characters. While the characters and their story are totally fictional, some of the places mentioned really do exist.
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Sunday
Corey
I woke up in his arms again. Man, I could get used to this. What's happening to me? He's a disgusting dirty old man. Well, maybe not disgusting, but old. But he feels so good to wake up with. And man what a great fuck. Sitting with that thick pole up my ass last night was so much fun. He filled me the way I want to be filled. Why isn't he twenty years younger? Why isn't he the guy I'm looking for? I want a guy just like him, only my age. I kissed him lightly on the forehead as I got up and got dressed. Again, I went to his office to write him a note.
'I'll meet you at the picnic at the country club around 12:30. People would talk if we showed up together and I wouldn't want to embarrass you. You don't have to bother bringing a swimsuit. I've got one for you. And don't worry, it's your size and just like mine. But remember to wear all of your rings.
Corey'
I went home to shower and change. The apartment was quiet for a change. Apparently, Jack and Anne were sleeping. Then I saw the official looking notice on the kitchen table. They were being evicted. The landlord was giving them thirty days notice. Shit! Living here with them has been lousy for the last few months but what am I gonna do? Where can I go?
I showered, shaved and changed. I got our things together for the picnic. I'd noticed that this one pair of white baggy swim trunks I had turned practically invisible when they got wet. Thank God for the lining. So I bought George a pair in his size. But since he's been going commando all week, it only made sense to cut out the lining.
I was just about to leave when Jack came stumbling out.
"Hey, Corey. I hate to break the news to you this way, but it looks like we're out of here soon. The neighbors called the cops yesterday and the landlord has had enough. The lease ran out a long time ago and we were only going month to month so he's given us thirty days. I don't think Anne and I are going to stay together, but it looks like all three of us need to find new digs."
"Yeah, well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't crazy about the way things were going. You guys were good to me when I first moved in, but lately it hasn't been easy. I was thinking about moving out. I guess I'll have to think faster now."
"Sorry, Cor. You're a good guy. Find yourself a boyfriend. That shouldn't be hard for you."
"Yeah, right. I've gotta get to the bank picnic. I hope you and Anne make out okay, together or separately."
"S'long."
Oh shit, what am I going to do? Yesterday, I was thinking about moving out because I wanted to, but now I have to think about it because I have to. I can't deal with this. I'd rather think about the little bit of fun I'm gonna have with George today.
The picnic turned out to be really nice. It was at a great country club near Basking Ridge and had all kinds of good food apart from the usual barbeque stuff, which was good, too. I tried to keep my distance from George, so I hung out mostly with Anita, Sharon and Richard. After eating and having a few beers, I 'bumped' into George and suggested a swim. I know from our talk at the gym he really likes to swim. He's not much of a swimmer, but he likes the water and likes doing lazy laps. I got my bag from the car and we met in the locker room.
"Okay, George, here's your suit. You can see it's the same boring white as mine, but since you're free balling, I cut the lining out. And I bought it for you and paid for it, so you should thank me. Anyway, you can see that it's loose and baggy, not some tiny little thing that you'd be embarrassed to wear. Let's go play some water volley ball."
We went out and played in the pool for over an hour, just having fun. It took my mind off my housing situation. A game ended and I decided it was time. I climbed out of the pool and walked across the patio to where we had left our towels. Half the people at the picnic were crowded on the patio, most helping themselves to the open bar and buffet. George saw me leave the pool and swam over and climbed up the ladder. His swimsuit clung to him and the wet material was practically see-though. Mine was too, but I still had the liner in mine, which protected me like a Speed-O.
He stepped onto the crowded patio, naked for all practical purposes. You could see the lack of pubic hair through his trunks. You could see the cock ring I had made him wear. Some people laughed, some gasped. Some kids just stared. He didn't seem to realize anything was wrong until one of the older guys stepped up to him and whispered in his ear. Then he looked down, quickly covered himself with his hands and ran toward me. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around him, whispered, 'You fucking bastard,' and ran into the locker room.
Most of the people on the patio were giggling or laughing, a few looked shocked. After a minute, I followed Georgie into the locker room. A quick look told me no one else was around. I found Georgie, sitting on the bench in front of our locker, his head in his hands.
"Hey, what's up?"
He raised his head and there were tears streaming from his eyes.
"You've gone too far, Corey. Playing around with me on the beach at Sandy Hook was okay, because everyone there is either gay or into nudity: in either case, very tolerant to unusual behavior. The stuff at the gym, everyone there is an exhibitionist, so who cares? And the sex at home; sure, I'd rather be on top, but just being able to have sex with you was a dream come true. And I've done all sorts of stuff at the Reservation, though maybe not all in one day. But you just embarrassed me in front of people whose respect I've been trying to earn since before you were born. I've worked hard for a lot of years and don't have much to show for it because I'm not an aggressive guy. I've been openly gay the whole time I've been here, something that was not easy back then. And now, you've taken that all away and made me look like a pervert, exposing myself in front of kids. Just leave me alone."
Oh fuck. I thought today was a silly little prank, compared to what I've done to George all week. But this really hurt him. I really fucked up. I walked out of the locker room wondering if there was anything I could do to make it up to him. I felt like shit. I'd been having fun all week without really thinking. I was standing next to the DJ's table when I saw George walk out of the locker room. Without thinking, I grabbed the DJ's microphone and asked him to turn down the music.
"Sorry to slow down the party, folks. I promise you I won't be long. I'm sure none of you know me, since I've been working for the bank less than a year and this is my first picnic. My name is Corey Metcalf and I work for George Parker. He's one of the best people you could ever work for. Today, I played a prank on him, because he's a good sport and a great guy. It turned out to be a stupid prank. Don't blame him for those swim trunks, I gave them to him, thinking it would be funny, but not realizing there would be adults and kids who would be shocked by them. George, I'm sorry, Please accept my apology. I mean it. And if anyone else here was embarrassed or offended I apologize to you too. I was just trying to have little fun. I didn't think it through."
I walked over to George and held out my hand. He hesitated a second, then reached out and shook hands.
"Apology accepted. But I really want to go now."
"Can I go with you?" I whispered.
"Only if you really want to."
George
Oh, shit. He promised me he wouldn't do that, embarrass me in front of the bank, ruin my job. I was horrified when I realized how exposed to everyone I was and that they probably assumed it was deliberate. Don't get me wrong. I'm not very modest. I don't mind parading around Sandy Hook showing my stuff, such that it is. But I'm not an exhibitionist. I know that there is a time and a place for everything. So I was horrified that Corey had exposed me to everyone from work and their families. But then when I came out of the locker room to leave, he grabbed the mike and made a pretty convincing apology I didn't expect that of him. It's strange, in the past week of enduring his blackmail, domination and humiliation I'd actually grown to like him. I really didn't know anything about him before. But I'd begun to get to know him this week and he seemed to be a nice guy, in spite of what he was doing to me. But he did it to me at a work function, humiliated me after all these years of gradually teaching them gay pride.
But then he made that public apology. How could I not accept? Especially since I've fallen in love with him. I don't know when it happened, when I first saw him, or just today, but I have fallen for this boy, heart and soul.
Corey
Thank God he accepted my apology. I never really meant to hurt him; well, maybe at first. He's really been a good sport all week. I started out hating him, wanting to make him suffer. But as I got to know him, I realized what a good guy he is. He's put up with all of my torture with only a little bit of whining. And the sex had been great. As much as I've discovered that I really get off on dominating, I really got off on having his thick dick up my ass last night too.
I followed him back to his place. He grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and we sat down at the counter.
"So where do we go from here, Corey?"
"I really am sorry about today, George. After all of the crazy things we've done all week, I thought this was kind of tame. I was wrong."
I reached into my bag and brought out the envelopes I showed him in the car before I forced him to get his nipples pierced, a CD and a videocassette. I pushed them across the counter toward George.
"This is it, George, everything I've got on you. There are no other copies. They're yours to destroy if you want. But I wouldn't if I were you. You're really hot in some of the pics and we both got off on the video last night. You might want to hold onto them for a while before you make a decision. So now I have no hold on you. But I'd really like to keep doing things with you. I promise to have more respect for you and not embarrass you as much. More focus on domination and less on humiliation. And it doesn't always have to even be domination. But it's up to you now."
"Damn, Corey, I don't know what to say. All week, I've been terrified of what you might do. And then this afternoon, I hated you for what you did. Like I said, I loved the sex and being close to you. A week ago, I was immensely attracted to you physically, but knew nothing about you that wasn't on your employment application. I've learned a lot of things about you in the past week, some disturbing, some very nice. I think we still don't know each other very well."
Shit, I think I'm gonna cry. In fact, I know it.
"George, I know I have no right to ask this after what I did to you today, but you made an offer yesterday. I need a place to stay. My roommates are being evicted in 30 days for their disruptive behavior. And since I was never even on the lease, I'm out too. Would you still be willing to let me stay here while I figure out where to go?"
George didn't answer right away, just stared at the wall for a moment.
"How much stuff do you have?"
"Not much. The furniture is theirs. I have my computer, TV, VCR and DVD player, plus my clothes and a few other things."
"How about I follow you over to the apartment after work tomorrow and help you pack? Maybe we can get it all over here in one trip with the two cars."
I broke down and bawled my eyes out. George came around the counter and held me tightly in his arms.
"You mean after all I did to you, you forgive me?"
"Yeah, Corey. There are a couple of things I forgive you for. And more than a few I thank you for."
"Can I ask one more favor?"
"Knowing you and your 'favors', I'll just have to say it depends."
"I'd really like it if we could move my stuff into one of the extra bedrooms, but I'd like it more if we could move me into your bedroom."
"Anything you say, Corey, you're the boss."