So, how did this all happen? We start at the beginning, with when and how Xander and drew met. They met the old fashioned way. Seriously. They met at a bar. A bar called "The Faded Rose." "Rose" as its fans called it, was nicknamed a lot of things: a gentleman's bar, a wrinkle bar, an intergenerational bar, whatever you choose. Some called it a hustler's bar, and indeed, on any night of the week, there were at least a few young men who, having been unsuccessful with on line escorting, went "to the source." They almost always found a client for the evening. drew had been unsuccessful with on line dating as well, but for different reasons. He had known, since high school, that he liked older men. Other boys had crushes on each other. drew crushed on the principal, or when his mother (his father was out of the picture) took him to church, when grey haired Father Murphy preached, drew would fidget uncomfortably because, well, he was thinking "impure thoughts" as the very same Father Murphy taught in Catechism class. There were younger priests at drew's parish: one was considered so hot, his nickname was "Father What a Waste." drew felt nothing: he dreamed of Father Murphy. drew never had sex with his crush (Father Murphy knew about it, and WAS interested, but he was, of all things, an ethical priest and believed, bluntly "you don't shit where you eat,"), and the Catechism lessons and his mother's lectures ALMOST convinced him that his desires were doubly corrupt: same sex, and older men. The result of this was, that at 23, when drew walked into Faded Rose, he had sucked his share of cocks, but had never slept over with a man, and had never had, what one friend had called "butt sex."
Looking for "just the right guy" on line was a bust. Many of the guys were interested in adding to their "harems." Others were clearly sugar daddies, who expected their "ward" to essentially be arm candy, and nothing else. Also, drew DID go out with two guys he had met on line, only to find that their pictures were more than a little deceptive. "Hon, you're picky," his friend Brad told him. "People lie with their pictures." "I DON'T!" drew had answered, and Brad laughed "Well aren't you just Polly pure bread. Seriously, if you want to avoid surprise, you gotta meet people directly." drew looked puzzled. "HOW?" Brad explained to him about "gentlemen's bars," and they searched for one where drew would feel comfortable. That's how they settled on "Faded Rose." Brad offered to go with drew, but he declined. He had an independent streak (some, including Xander, would call it a stubborn streak), so he went alone. "Sweetie, dress well," Brad told him. "If you dress like a whore, they'll assume you're a whore." That made sense to drew, and he put on one of his best shirts and a pair of dress slacks, plus a polished pair of shoes. He posed in front of his mirror for more than half an hour, before he headed out. His hand was shaking as he opened the door. It took his eyes a few minutes to adjust to the darker atmosphere, and when they did, he wanted to turn around and leave. It was crowded: very crowded. His friend Brad had been right: there were guys there who were clearly working, looking for clients, and succeeding. He saw one boy, probably about a year younger than he was, wearing a crop top and cut offs, in the arms of a much older man who was nuzzling the young man's neck while the young one was saying something like "YES DADDY YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING NOW KNOW WHO YOU'RE DOING. IT'S ME." It was all very much unfamiliar to drew. He felt like he was being eyed by nearly everyone in the room: the older men as if they were looking for prey, the younger men sizing up new competition. He was very, VERY uncomforable. "Hi handsome. You look a little distressed." The words came from a man who was about three inches taller than drew, with slightly long blond hair, glasses, dressed in a beautiful suit and tie. "I can buy you a drink if that would make you feel more comfortable." "Uh, yeah, sure. Just a soda or something." The man laughed. He turned to the bartender: "Charles, can you get this young man a coke? Maybe just a smidge of rum in it." drew was about to say something but the man stopped him. "It's not a lot. Drinks are weak here, but it'll help your legs stop shaking." drew blushed. "Is it that obvious?" "If you look that far. You have such a beautiful face that it's hard to move on from there." "Well, wow. Thank you. I think." The man smiled. "I'm Xander. Xander Greene." He held out a hand to shake drew's. "Nice to meet you Xander. I'm Andrew Fountain, but everyone calls me drew." "What in heaven's name for? Andrew is a lovely name?" drew shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. It was always that way. " "Doesn't mean it has to stay that way." The bartender brought over drew's drink and one for Xander. Xander's smelled strong. "So, Andrew, tell me about yourself." drew began talking about how he had been born in Louisiana, and had come to New York to get away from the people he grew up with, how he had been home schooled and had had trouble finding a job, how the one he had didn't pay well, yadda yadda. Xander "heard" all of it, but was really thinking "He may be the most beautiful boy I've met in a while. THOSE EYES. THOSE CHEEKBONES. THAT ASS. If he's ticklish.... " He was about to ask drew if he were, but Xander was experienced enough to know, that might frighten drew away - far away. "These things must be done DELICATELY" ran through his head. Then drew gave him the opening he needed. "Xander, I'm enjoying the talk but... it really IS a long way to where I live and I better get going." "Well, Andrew, I have a car outside. I only planned on one drink and I'll drive you if you like." "Oh, no, I couldn't ask you to do that." "You didn't. I asked you. I'd like to continue our chat and, well, I don't have to be at work until 2 tomorrow afternoon." "Well, ok. If you're sure it's not any trouble." "It's no trouble at all. We DO have to walk for a block, unless you'd like to wait and I'll drive by." "No," drew smiled. "I'd like to continue talking too." Xander smiled. "Then let's go young man."
"You said you don't have to be at work until 2 Xander. Does that mean you work late?" Xander sighed. "Oh, sometimes. Sometimes we start early and sometimes we start late. I wish I could say there was a pattern but there isn't. I was surprised I had the evening free tonight. Something came up and the filming just had to get delayed." "Filming?" "I'm sorry, Andrew. I didn't tell you. I work in the television field." Xander realized that drew didn't know that he was a television show host, or that he had a second show where he cooked. "Wow. That must be interesting." "You'd be surprised, Andrew. I'd go back to working at a restaurant tomorrow if... well... Here's the car." It was black, sleek and a new model. "Gosh. I think I may not be dressed right for this car, Xander. I don't want to get it dirty." "Oh, don't worry. It isn't really mine anyway. The network provides it. You won't get it dirty but if you do, I'll have it cleaned tomorrow." Now drew began to wonder: he must be important if the tv network provided a car for him. He didn't want to ask anything else though. Xander was a smooth, efficient driver. Every now and then he looked in drew's direction and smiled. "Are you comfortable Andrew? Is the temperature ok." "It's fine Sir" Andrew noticed somewhat more of a smile when he said "Sir." At a stop sign, Xander looked at him. "So, Andrew, I hope it's not a secret that I'd like to spend more time with you. But I don't want to pressure you so... before you get out of the car tonight, make sure you take my card. It has my numbers on it: work and private . If you'd like to see each other again, then you call. I won't bother you with calls." "Oh, it wouldn't be a bother Sir." He repeated the word, and saw Xander smile again. "I'd love hearing your voice. " That made Xander laugh. "Well, you will hear me if you give me a call." drew had given Xander his address as they got in the car, and now they were pulling up in front of his building. "Well, here we are Andrew." drew felt Xander's hand fall on his. "Thank you. I really appreciate this Sir." Another smile. "I wonder, Andrew.... I'd like to give you a good night kiss." "I'd like to give you one too, Sir." He slid over to Xander. He closed his eyes. Xander's lips were dry, but they were soft. drew kept on expecting Xander to try to force his mouth opened, but he didn't. Instead, he just kissed him four, and then five times. "You have a pleasant evening, Andrew. Sleep well. And thank you." "Thank you Xander. I very much enjoyed the evening." He sprinted up the stairs to his apartment, and sat down to call Brad. Xander drove off, smiling. "Sir... Good. He'll need less training than I thought."
"WAIT. You said you met an older guy who works in television and his name is Xander Green?" Brad sounded incredulous. "Uh, yeah. Did you sleep with him before me?" "No, but... Andrew, do you ever watch television?" "Not much." "You're going out with a television star?" "Yeah right." "Drew, I'm serious. The guy's got two shows. He hosts one and then he's a cook on another one. He's famous for always wearing a tie when he cooks. Never loosens it, folds up his sleeves, and cooks. Big glasses? Thinning blond hair?" "Yeah. That's Xander." "Look Drew. Before you go to sleep tonight, google him. You'll see I'm telling you the truth. SHIT. My bud goes to a bar once and he winds up with a television star. I go three times a week and can't get laid. "I DIDN'T GET LAID. I got a goodnight kiss and that's all." "You will on the next date." "BRAD! COME ON. I'M NOT A SLUT." "You're right dumpling. A slut puts out on the first date. You'll wait till the second." "Hmmm. You're right. Maybe." "Maybe. HA. How many cocks have you sucked on the second date?" "I'm getting off the phone Brad. And tomorrow I'm calling Xander." "Ho ho. He's got you hooked already. Big time." "Good night Brad." "Good night Mrs. Green."
drew DID go to his computer and Brad was right. He learned that Xander was 43 - 20 years older than he was - and had been on television for about 7 years. He had worked at major restaurants since he was 25, and his shows were among the most popular on his network. He dug a little deeper and found some chat rooms that talked about how Xander was "a major catch," "likes em young," and "likes em obedient." drew smiled. He was young and, well, obedient? He'd have to see.
Xander had approached him. But now, he had to not play too much hard to get: he could lose someone like that to.. well, a slut like Brad. The next day, drew waited until 1pm before he called Xander. "Ok, I'm a slut," he joked as he pressed in the numbers. "This is Mr. Green," he heard Xander's voice. "Hi.... Xander. This is drew from last night." There was a pause and then Xander's voice sounded bigger and happier. "ANDREW! It's good to hear from you! Did you sleep well?" "I did Sir." (drew was young, but he wasn't stupid). "You know, you can call me drew, Sir." "Why would I do that? Your name is Andrew, isn't it?" "Uh, yes sir." "You know, if my name were Alexander, I'd want to be called that. My parents, however, didn't see fit to do that. I'm Xander. Not Sandy, not Alex, Xander. I believe that we should all use our names. Too much informality." He paused. "So, Andrew, is it possible that you're calling so that we can see each other again?" "Yes Sir. That's why I'm calling. I hope I remembered to say I really enjoyed talking with you and... I'd like to see you again." "That's mutual Andrew. Now, let's begin the ritual of checking calendars. Hmmmmm. " drew was smiling: his calendar was empty. His job didn't pay him enough to have a regular "fun budget." He spent most evenings playing free video games, or going to chat rooms, so he'd go along with whatever Xander's schedule was. "Well, I'm out of town for the rest of the week, but.... I'm supposed to get back mid afternoon Friday. Do you think we could have dinner together? My treat of course." drew blushed on his end of the phone. He hated admitting that he always had to go "dutch" on dates, unless the "daddy" didn't think he was digging for gold and would pay. Xander had surprised him a little. "Oh, Friday would be good, Sir." "Splendid. Let's say I pick you up at... 7:30? Does that work?" "It works fine, Sir." "Ok... Now two things. You work in the city right?" "Yes." "Hmmm. I don't want you stuck at the office late though." "Oh, I have an idea Sir. I can go to the gym after work instead of at lunch break and we can meet there." "WONDERFUL IDEA ANDREW." "I promise I'll shower and powder and I won't embarrass you Sir." "Ha ha. No worries. One thing though, Andrew. The restaurant I have in mind: you should probably wear a necktie. I can bring you one if..." "No Sir, that's ok. I have to wear a tie for work (he didn't). We haven't gone to casual Fridays or casual any day." "I like your employer immediately Andrew. So I'll meet you in front of.... what gym?" drew gave him the name and the branch. "Oh, I know that one. I'll drive by and maybe you can just jump in the car?" "This sounds like fun, Sir." "It will be. I promise."
Of course, drew had to call Brad. "Well that's great. Now drew, pack an overnight bag." "HUH? How do you know I'm gonna get invited to stay over?" "Friday night, dinner.... you're spending the night." "But I don't want him to think I'm... well, pushy." "ANDREW! You'll be at the gym. Geez, just bring a big gym bag, put your smelly stuff in a plastic bag or something and have casual clothes for getting dressed in the morning. If it's a longer stayover, I'm sure he'll arrange for you to get home to get stuff." "SHIT. I haven't given any thought to what to wear. Brad... can you come over and help me pick an outfit." Brad sighed. "Of course. What do I have to do with my time other than enable my friends who got lucky?"
drew wasn't the only one excited. Xander was, too. He couldn't remember the last time he met a boy who was as perfect for him as drew was. Those beautiful eyes... And his body: he had a big, full chest and HUGE arms. His legs? Not so big but Xander was a chest and ass guy, so the legs didn't bother him. And when he drove up to the gym that day, and saw drew in his snug medium blue pants, the button down dress shirt in the red and blue checked pattern, and the sky blue tie... "I don't know if I want to keep him wrapped up or unwrap him," he thought as he opened the door, smiling. "ANDREW! It's the weekend. Come on in." "Thank you Sir." drew couldn't quite believe how happy he was to see Xander. He asked: "can I toss this into the backseat Sir?" "What is that? An overnight bag I hope." drew blushed. "Well, uh, yes, it is. My gym clothes and stuff for tomorrow." "GOOD. I know I didn't spell things out , and that's because I didn't want to scare you off but... now that you're in my car, you're not getting away from me until tomorrow. At the earliest. Now gimme a welcome kiss you sexy devil."
Brad would have recognized the name of the restaurant where Xander took drew that night. As they walked in, he felt Xander's arm on his shoulder, and he almost melted. "Mr. Green. It's good to see you. It's been a while," the hostess smiled at him. "Yes, it's a special night, so I wanted to take my special friend to a special restaurant." She looked at drew and smiled. "Hi special friend. Welcome to Antonio's. I hope you enjoy your meal." She signaled to a host. "Would you take Mr. Green and... " "Andrew" Xander answered. "Andrew, to table 25." "Very good. Good evening Mr. Green. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to make your meal more pleasant."
They sat down next to each other at a table. It was a plush banquette. "Marcel, champagne please. You know the vintage I prefer." "Yes Mr. Green absolutely. " He smiled. "Is your guest old enough to drink?" "Oh good heavens I hope so. You're not underaged, are you Andrew?" He tapped drew's thigh. "No Sir. I'm 23. " "AH. I was 23... Once. But I doubt I was as beautiful as you are." drew knew he had champagne in the past, but it was a LONG time ago. "If I get you drunk maybe you'll be easy, Andrew, HA HA," Xander leaned over and kissed him. "The menu, Mr. Green." Marcel returned with a menu for Xander, but none for drew. drew had never been in a restaurant of this quality, so he assumed it was just the way it was done." Xander called over the waiter and ordered. When the lobster came out, drew looked a little nauseous. "OH MY. I didn't ask. Are you allergic to lobster, Andrew?" "I.. I don't know. I've never had it." "Well, take a taste of it." drew did and began to think "I'm not going to be able to get through this meal and it's over." "You more a burger and fries kinda guy Andrew?" "Yes sir. I really am. " "Marcel, can you see if Paolo can make this young man one of his superior burgers. Cheese, fries, the whole works. " "Of course, Mr. Green." He looked at Andrew. "How do you prefer your burger, Andrew." "He'll have it medium rare, the way I do." Actually, drew preferred his burgers very well done. His face must have shown something because Xander raised his voice for the first time, but not the last. "Andrew, the only way to eat a burger is medium rare. Anything else insults the chef and the meat. " He looked at drew over his glasses, and he wasn't smiling. "Yes sir. I understand. drew actually DID begin to understand. The single menu, the comment about obedience he had read, the burger... " "Good. If we're going to date we have to come to some understandings. OK?" "Ok Sir. " Now Xander smiled. "WONDERFUL. Now let's enjoy our dinner." drew had to admit the burger was delicious and so were the perfectly ripe strawberries that came for dessert. Just before they came, Xander squeezed drew's bicep. "These are beautiful Andrew. Not as beautiful as your eyes, but... beautiful...." drew felt Xander's hand on his thigh and felt it creep up to his crotch. "Hard. Good. I am too. Let me take care of the check and we'll leave."
In the car, drew wanted to loosen his tie but Xander hadn't loosened his. He had kept his jacket buttoned until they sat down to dinner, and then buttoned it immediately when they got up. When he wrapped his arm around drew's waist, and his fingers gently tickled drew's side, again, he wanted to melt. But now, in the car, he felt like... he had to tell Xander so he wasn't unpleasantly surprised. "Sir, I.. I don't have much experience in spending the night at men's homes." "Well, that's ok. I have a great deal of experience hosting Andrew, and I'm sure your lips are more than adequate to take more than my tongue. " He smiled. "I wasn't clear Sir. I've... I've never had anal sex." "Ha ha. And you probably think I'm going to stop the car, push you out and keep going." drew answered in a low voice. "I wouldn't blame you if you did, Sir." Well, if anything, Andrew, if I could operate one of those switches like in spy movies that locked the doors so a passenger couldn't get out, I would use it now. I'll have the honor of introducing you to the world. OH MY this evening is getting even better. "But... but Sir... I don't know if..." "Oh, but I do. You're going to have to learn, Andrew: if we see each other, I'm the one in charge. I thought you already understood that." "I guess I do Sir but...." "You'll be fine. How are you going to find a husband if you won't let him take you?"
"THIS is where you live, Sir?" They were in the most expensive part of town, at an apartment that overlooked the river. "Yes, in the penthouse. UP WE GO." Xander opened the apartment door and drew saw the river out the windows that opened to a terrace. "This is.. this is beautiful." He felt Xander's chin on his neck. "No, Andrew. YOU are beautiful" drew felt Xander's hard cock against his back. Then he felt his tongue run down his ear and he shivered. "YOU are beautiful So beautiful So goddamned beautiful. " He spun drew around and this time, his tongue DID go down drew's throat. drew hadn't been kissed like that before and he moaned as Xander kneaded his crotch with his knee. "Let me see your body Andrew. I want to see it all." "Yes sir." drew took off his tie and began opening his shirt. "Slowly Andrew. VERY VERY SLOWLY." drew slowed down. "Stop right there. Those nipples. OH, those nipples." drew felt Xander's facial hair rub against them and then his teeth closing on each one, chewing. "OOOOH. OOOOOOOOOH GOD. " "I want to see more, Andrew. ALL of you. Let me see what I know is going to be a beautiful ass. drew was justifiably proud of his ass and he turned, to let Xander see it. "Bend over Andrew. Just bend over." drew didn't answer but he did. He could hear Xander opening his pants and he felt his cock brushing up against his ass. He saw Xander's hand close on HIS cock. "This ass is MINE tonight, Andrew. Mine and only mine." "Yes sir. It's yours." Now Xander spund drew around again. "Tonight, ALL of you. Every bit of you... is mine." "Yes sir. I understand. " "Leave your clothes here. Let's go to the main bedroom." Xander had taken off his jacket and his shoes and pants. He still had his shirt and tie on as they entered the bedroom. "Lay on your back, Andrew, while I finish." "Yes sir," drew answered, terrified of what was to happen. He saw a look in Xander's eye that scared him. It was...the look he had seen once in a wolf's face when he was at the zoo. Xander slipped out of his shirt, and he had his necktie in his hands. He grabbed drew's wrists and drew felt the silk cord going around them, and felt Xander pull them to the headboard where he tied them. drew had never been tied up before and he felt his balls tighten and his cock... get harder. "This way, there's nothing you can do. I'm the one in charge. " The first thing Xander did was kiss drew's mouth, and then run a string of kisses all the way down his face, his chin, his torso, finishing up at his navel. "GOD you're so beautiful. I love the look in your eyes Andrew. " Now Xander was on top of drew, and he was nibbling the young man's neck and ear. He whispered "I'm gonna FUCK you sweet boy. I'm gonna be the first one to get your ass." Xander drew back and he slipped his hands under drew. He began squeezing his ass cheeks. "I wonder which of us is harder: you or me?" Xander asked. "I bet you wanna cum too, don't you sweet boy?" "Yes sir. Very badly. " He whined when Xander held his balls firmly. "I'll make a bet with you, Andrew. I bet you're even harder when I'm done than you are now. If you're not. If you don't like it, I'll give you the best blow job you ever had. drew smiled for the first time in a while. "If I do like it?" "Heh heh. You'll see. " Xander knew what he was doing. He hoisted up drew's legs, and then his tongue disappeared into drew's hole, as drew moaned, and whimpered about how good it felt. At one point, he heard Xander spit into his hole and then... he felt one of Xander's thick fingers push in, moving the saliva up further and further. "I think you should bite down on something Andrew." Xander rolled up a handkerchief and stuffed it between drew's lips. "Easy does it." He smiled and began to enter drew. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" drew tried to squirm and to get the thing that was impaling him out of him. That just seemed to make Xander's eyes glow more. "OH, I LOVE a little fight in a bottom. Especially one as pretty as you, Andrew." More of his cock slipped into andrew's ass. It had stopped hurting and now, it was just numb. Then... drew's nerve endings fired. He began moaning again, only this time in pleasure. "THERE we go. Once you get relaxed, and you realize it's what you wanted... " He pushed into drew. "I'm all the way in sexy. All the way in my sexy boy. Now, I can say, 'I claim this ass as my own. I claim this boy as my own." drew didn't understand quite what Xander meant until later in their relationship. For now, he was just enjoying this new sensation. He had read about this, and he knew that... at some point he would have to do it but... "MMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!! " Xander pulled out the handkerchief. "It feels so good Sir. It feels so good. HARDER SIR PLEASE. HARDER." "Oh, you're just a little piglet aren't you handsome?" "Yes sir. YOUR piglet." "AWWWWW. That's sweet." He looked at drew. "I wanna be kissing you when I cum." He pulled out and shoved his tongue into drew's mouth again. He began jerking himself off hard, and then.... he screamed into drew's mouth as he covered the young man with his jizz. He smiled. "How are you doing, sweetie? Are you okay?" "Yes. Yes. I didn't know. I ...." He didn't finish because Xander had his lips over his. "Well, now you do. And I meant it. I don't want ANYONE else near that ass but me. Make me that promise." "I promise Sir. I really, truly do." "Now, let me teach you how an expert... edges his boy." For the next 45 minutes, Xander teased and toyed with drew's cock and balls. drew pleaded with him to let him cum, at least six times and Xander just smiled. "Not yet.... Not yet..... Finding when a boy is at his prime point is like cooking a roast, Andrew. And you're not quite done." "I AM SIR. I AM I AM I AM." "Nope... " But then Xander started jerking drew more quickly, and they both got silent, except for drew's rapid breathing. That rapid breathing turned to moaning. "OH GOD OH GOD OHGODOHGODOHGODOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
and a pool of drew's jizz joined Xander's on his torso. Xander gently untied the necktie bondage. "Cuddle into me Andrew. You've taken a big step today." "Don't let me go Sir. Please don't let me go." "No chance of that happening handsome. No chance at all."