Back at the restaurant, Bobby had turned into my best friend. He was smiley with me, watched my tables to see if he could help. I think he noted when I headed to the john and in the hallway he'd press against me. "When are we going to get together again?" Sure, he found a talented mouth and he thought I'd be a plumbing connection for him whenever he was horny. But I was following an old strategy, let him marinate and get more needy, then I'd do a little bargaining with him.
Finally, I thought the time had come to strike. "Hey Bobby, how about coffee after work today."
He broke into his perfect smile and always laughed out loud in joy and anticipation. "Sure, I'd like that. Afterward, can we go to your place?"
"We'll see," I said. Enjoying the spectacle of disappointment spreading over his classic features.
Over coffee, he was very complimentary about my work at Rene's, and about my intelligence, my looks. Shit, I was being courted. Finally he said blushing, "Stevie, I never had an experience like that before. I just can't forget it. Please let's do it tonight."
"Tell you what, we can go up to my place. Fool around a bit, but I can't promise it will be repeat."
But that seemed enough for him. I guess he thought that once he had me in the room, that I would be under his spell.
Once there, he immediately dropped his shorts and whipped off his tee shirt. He wore no underwear. I guess he didn't want to waste time. He motioned for me to strip. I did, and then I came forward and pushed my chest against his. I pursed my lips and began bringing them close to his pink pillow lips. When he realized what I was doing he jumped back, saying, "I don't kiss males."
"Okay hot boi, how about a drink?" I remembered that he was more amenable when squiffed.
"If you have it with me." I think he thought if I were drunk, I could be had.
I padded into the tiny kitchen and poured some orange juice ice and vodka. I also added a small amount of ruffie power and viagra. (What we weave when we wish to deceive.)
He drank it down in one gulp. He looked at me, "You got one of those little brown bottles that the gays use?"
"Sure, I got a draw full. You want a sniff?"
"Not particularly, but you might need it to take care of my cock. That's what you guys do, you love cocks and sperm." He laughed. Then he stopped and looked surprised. "Was something in that drink?"
"Didn't you like it? Here take mine."
He took it. I mixed them both the same and now he was getting a double dose.
I put my hand on his warm shoulder and he looked at me trying to focus. "Bobby, I know you are horned up. I know you want my hot mouth to give you to treatment I did that other time, but I don't think you are being fair. So far you haven't done anything for me."
He digested that for a moment. Somehow in his fogged brain it sounded logical. "I guess I could toss you off, but I never have touched a prick before, but to get that treatment like the last time, I guess I can do it. Here, sit on that chair."
Bossy again. I had to regain control. "No I'll just stand here. Kneel down," I said that in a commanding voice and pushed hard on his shoulders. He sank to his knees. That left his face directly in front of my stuff. He looked up bleary eyed.
"You smell nice Stevie."
"Sure I do baby. Here smell this too."
I pushed the little brown bottle up to his nostril. Instinctively he took a deep stiff. He started to rock back, off his knees. I steadied him. "Take a small lick. It won't hurt you. This will be just between us. If you do a good job, I will send you to heaven afterward."
He licked like a dog. "Doesn't it taste good?" I asked, my hand cupping his chin. He seemed reluctant to stop licking.
"It's okay. Maybe a little salty, or sweet, I don't know. Now don't cum near my mouth."
He kept licking; finally he licked over the piss hole. "Open you mouth," I commanded. He did. He was used to taking orders. I slid in. His eyes opened wide and I began a light fucking of his mouth. Hell it felt like heaven. He was dripped spit and pretty soon I was all the way in and he was swallowing and giving me lots of good feelings.
"Hey Bobby, you want me to pull out and stop?"
"No," he mumbled around my cock. "It's okay."
I guess he was a potential cocksucker all along and all he needed was to taste one. Shit, he was really sucking now. I could feel that gathering of spooge starting at my toes. "I think I'm close. Do you want me to pull out?"
He shook his head and sucked harder. Oh, oh I intoned as my cock went rigid and then oozed out a big glob, then shot a big spew, then another. He was taking it all and moaning as he did it, a sure sign of a confirmed cocksucker.
When I finished I realized that my servicer had left and was waiting on the bed, lying on his back. It was pay back time.
I cadooled a bit, playing with his nubbies, his cute belly button and licking his pits. He was transported by my foreplay, but his poor stiff cock was pulsing for attention and he finally croaked, "Oh Stevie, I am so hot. Please suck me."
He was the supplicant now, no longer trying to be boss. He had now gone about 30% of the way I wanted him to. He looked surprised as I lifted his muscled, cloudy with curly blond haired legs. I was right under his knees and I pushed until his balls were up in the air and the spot behind them, with its crease was visible, not to mention his great-looking asshole, pink, puckered and decorated with fine baby hair all along the crack. I was getting a faint whiff from his asshole in this position. Now there are smells and there are smells. That shit smell is a turnoff, but this cutey had that earthy, faintly spicy smell. I loved it.
The asshole's owner was showing some fear at the position he was in. I think it was both fear and excitement of a totally new experience. I am not a psychologist, but I had decided that Bobby's domineering attitude derived from his superior good looks that served as a power over others. This was particularly true in the jungle of youth prison. But, I think that down deep he wanted to be cuddled and told what to do.
I took my lips and surrounded that area behind the balls. It was swollen from his erection. I suckled it and licked it thoroughly. This was new to him and he was breathing noisily and better yet, he put his hand where mine had been, behind his knees to help me. The little piglet was in heaven.
Building on that victory, I swiped all of my fingers like I was playing the piano across his ass pucker. That emitted a long exclamation, "Whoa." I wasn't sure if he was expressing a thrill or a call for me to stop. I ignored him, I was having so much fun and thrills down there. I put one finger in his asshole and just wiggled it playfully. He began to sweat, even his pretty ass cheeks were slippery with nervous sweat.
I was going for the big one. I had decided that Bobby-kins was a bottom, that he longed to be pierced. In short, to be fucked silly. I had to precede slowly to gain that aim.
I loosely fisted his boiling cock to distract him, then I removed my finger and replaced it with my long hot tongue. I creased it so that it was like a prick and inserted it in the hole. He somehow accepted that thinking I was servicing him, but it was in truth a transitional move. He was soon going to lose the game to his own overpowering sensations.
I fucked him with my tongue. He was howling from the effect and continued to sweat profusely. Now came THE MOMENT as my tongue encountered his hard nut of a prostate. I gave it a hard lick. His eyes shot open and he called out, "Fuck, what was that? There is electricity running up and down my body."
He had already lost the game. He was going to be fucked by me, and he was going to beg for it, even though he didn't know it yet. I've been down this road before and I never lost out to refusal.
I poked my pointed tongue, again and again at his hot button until he was speaking gibberish. Then I withdrew it and lowered his legs. "I guess that's enough fun for awhile. You want a drink?" I asked innocently.
His face was a study and his asshole was too, it was kissing the air in frustration. "You leaving me like this? What's the deal?"
"Did you want me to do something for you?
At last he saw the situation. He was no dope. "I think you want to put your cock in there."
"It's not what I want. Tell me what you want."
"I never thought I'd ever say this, but put the head only inside and let me see how that feels."
I returned and lifted his legs again and put my cock head just inside the hole that was wider than before, opening to receive. There I was motionless, forcing Bobby to make the decisions and moves, in that way he would be more thrilled as he gave in.
A full minute passed. Fuck, I was getting close to coming just from the situation. Suddenly Bobby let out a long groan of surrender and put his hand behind my knees and pushed me toward him. As the same time he moved his ass forward and I entered him about a third of the way, but right at his prostate. I still didn't thrust, but a rubbed his prostate with my cock slightly. That did it. "Stevie, I need you to fuck me. I want to get off by fucking. Do it."
I let out the breath I was holding and took a deep one. I slid my cock all the way in so that my hairy crotch was against his baby haired hole. His mouth fell open and he drooled, his tongue lolling out. He looked like he had left the world of intelligent thought and was at the beast level of sensations. I did not disappoint him. I pulled almost out. He let out a sigh of worry, then in...hard. He whooped in joy. I fucked that gorgeous boy with everything I had until he screamed that he was cuming.
His cum caused his asshole to spasm heavily, masturbating my cock into my own cum. The two of us moaned and screamed mindlessly, giving in the life's most powerful feelings. As our cums subsided, he said in a hoarse whisper. "Kiss me Stevie."
I put my lips against his damp, hot grasping lips. We both fell into an automatic bliss, allowing our tongues to meet each other and our breaths to mingle. This was the ultimate intimacy.
Bobby spent the night. We showered together in the morning, and went out to breakfast nearby and just made it back to the restaurant to setup for lunch and be at the daily meeting.
Later in the morning, just before the lunch crowd, we lolled outside companionably. "You want to come to my place again tonight? I'll give you want you wanted yesterday," I mouthed "A blow job."
"I'd rather be fucked," he said in a barely audible voice.
End