So, I was more than pleased with my first little session with andy. From our little session, I learned that he had a hot (temperature wise) body. He seemed to always be on the edge of sweating. Good kisser. No, REALLY good kisser. And of course, when I learned about his nips... Now THAT opened up a whole world of possibilities for me. The morning after our tryst, I was still amused about how he put his nose up to Starbucks and what a priss that big studly man really was. So I knew he was a good kisser, had really sensitive nips, and a hair trigger crotch. I think my earlier conclusion was spot on: he was a guy so used to being in control that if he allowed himself any sexual pleasure - and I don't think he had allowed much - he wanted to be dominated. At least eventually. He was just my kind of guy because he was not going to be taken easily. He was proving that. And that was great for me.
See, my "think" is this. I like getting guys to submit, but I'm not fond of submissive guys. Does that make sense? One of my buds said "you're like the army that wants to take the city, but doesn't take anything FROM the city." That's partially true. Breaking andy: even if it were every single time we got together - would be just amazingly hot to me. And I WOULD take things from him: his mouth, his ass, and more. But I didn't want a guy following me around calling me "SIR" and that kind of thing. When that happened, I tend to move on. I find a bud who's interested in the broken guy and then, when I'm ready I move on to my next target.
But I digress. My new project had begun, and I had more to do. I didn't have any information about andy other than his name, but that was ok: he was like clockwork at the gym, and I'd see him there. Except the "andy clock" didn't show up the next time I went to the gym. Or the time after that. Or after that. It was as if he disappeared. None of my buds knew anything about what had gone on with us, so I had to be discreet. After two weeks, I asked Brian "Hey, that arrogant bastard. Mr Fancy suit. I haven't seen him. Think he's gone?" He laughed.
"Oh NOOOOOOOOOOO. He's very much still coming. Still very much the prick he always was. He just shows up later. Used to come in at the stroke of 11, now it's 3. You're always gone by then, so you don't see him. But 'Mr. Buck' is still very much among those of us you leave behind." "Hmmm. Oh well." I went back to my workout, but I was smiling inside. andy was providing a challenge for me, and I fully intended to take him up on it.
A few days later, I showed up at the gym. I didn't make an appointment, and I didn't even go inside. Rather, I positioned myself outside of the gym where it would've been difficult to see me. I got there at about 3:30: I figured if andy were working out, I'd see him when I left. And if there is anyone who knows how to stalk a guy better than I do, I've not met him.
4:05. He walked out of the gym. Another bespoke suit, buttoned in front. White shirt. Rep tie, checking his messages. He started walking off toward some of the many office buildings in the area. When he went into the tallest one, I said to myself "of course he works here. Where else?" My plan, if I do say so myself, was really kind of clever.
There was no way the front desk security was going to let me in, but : what's that expression, but reversed "if you can't go to the mountain, get the mountain to come to you." I faked breathlessness, and ran up to the security desk.
"Hi. I'm sorry to bother you, but... someone just came into this building and, well, on his way in, he dropped his wallet. I tried to catch up to him, I yelled to him, he just didn't hear me. I want to make sure I return it." The guard looked at me as I handed him the wallet. "Have any idea who's it is? No ID in it." "I guess he only carried minimal stuff. He was at the gym where I work out. Fancy dresser, unshaven, older, solid. I could've left it at the gym, but I thought he might be frantic about it. I know I'd be." The guard laughed. He let slip "Buck is never gonna miss a wallet without money in it," then he caught his composure. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it. I'll call his office and let him know it's here with me." That was the answer I expected. I also expected that andy would open the wallet and find my note: "I know where you work out, and I know where you work. How long is it gonna take me to find out where you live ? You know where I live. 8pm tonight. " I left my number too. Hey, it was worth a try. And it was especially worth a try because it worked. And it took less than half an hour. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU FOLLOWED ME TO MY OFFICE." "Hey andy. How's it going stud? I miss you." "Feeling's NOT mutual," he spat back. "What do you want?" "I miss ya stud. I thought we could have a second date." "A SECOND DATE? WE DIDN'T HAVE A FIRST ONE." "Hmm. Someone left with a spot on his jeans, after some serious necking. I guess we have different definitions of what a date is." "Yeah, I guess we do. I'm not interested in a repeat." "Sure ya are, andy. Sure ya are. Start telling the truth. " He sputtered. "I can't just change my schedule at the drop of a hat like that." I had him. I knew I did. I could imagine that as he thought about that first night, he was getting excited again. Hell, my guess is that this man did NOT use prostitutes, at least not to dominate him. He was so repressed it wasn't funny. This was not just gonna be a case of opening his chains so I could put mine on him, I was gonna have to get rid of some SERIOUSLY rusty stuff. Anyhow, I answered him. "Sure ya can, andy. You're used to pushing people around. That's why you like me. You can't push me around." I thought I heard him laugh. Then an answer in a different voice. "That's true. YOU'RE the one who's doing the pushing around." "You like that andy? You like being pushed around." He didn't answer that question. "8 o'clock. OK. I'm not staying over." "Didn't think you were. Not tonight ." Then I dropped my voice. "But look at your weekend calendar andy. If I could get ya that excited in an hour, what could I do over three days?" "I gotta go. I'll see you tonight."
7:59: my intercom rang. I buzzed andy in and while I waited for the elevator, I opened up another bottle of wine. (I'm a wine merchant. I have a store in the city that I rarely go to. I do most of my own work on line, selling to high end customers, buying wine futures, etc. I might have even had andy as a client. I DID check and didn't find his name, but I suspected that if he bought from me, he bought it through his company. I still didn't know what he did). And what he did didn't matter as I opened the door. I hadn't gotten a close enough look at what he was wearing earlier to know if he had changed or not, but what I could tell, as he stood in my doorway, was that his nipples fairly poked out of the chest of his shirt. I guess he remembered how we ended. Rolled sleeves, only one button opened, jeans again. I think a different pair. And a bouquet of perfect hyacinths. I was moved. Slightly. What was moving more, was my cock. "It's good to see you andy. Come on in." I gave him a cheek peck which clearly disappointed him. That was fine: I had a plan. "These are my favorite by the way. How did you know?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I took a guess." "I guess you know me better than I thought," I said. He smiled as I told him to sit down and help himself to some wine. "This is a good vintage, Jerry. Is it ok to call you Jerry, and not Gerard?" I smiled. "Jerry is fine. For now." He looked perplexed. "I don't understand." "All in good time, andy. All in good time." I finished putting the fragrant hyacinths in a vase, and then sat myself down next to andy. After we clinked glasses, I dropped an arm around his shoulders. He didn't flinch, but he also didn't draw in closer. "So, why did you decide to come, big guy?" I could feel him tensing up and I had to do something to relax him. I knew just what that was gonna be, but not right away. "I don't know. I guess I just enjoyed our time last time and... " that's when I dropped my hand to his left nipple and rubbed it. He sighed. "Yeah. I remember that just at the end. I had no idea they were so... sensitive." "Let's try a combo." I pushed my leg over his and then kissed him. There was no problem getting my tongue into his mouth this time. He seized it like he was starving, and in a way, he was. After a few minutes, I took a break, and I opened his second shirt button with no resistance from him. "I was hoping you'd do that," he whispered, and I responded. "In a few minutes, I'm gonna open the whole shirt, but for now, all I need is access." My fingers went in and took BOTH nipples when I returned to kiss him. This time, I felt some resistance. I knew I wasn't hurting him, but I think the pleasure sensations were getting overwhelming. He was strong but... squeeze a man's nips the right way and you'll drain just about all his power. He was turning into putty. "Tell you what, big stud. I know you're used to being in charge. Not here, and not tonight. " I stared into his eyes. "We're heading to the bedroom." A look, not unlike the look of panic in a doe's eyes, came over his face. "WAIT. Are we gonna?" "Fuck? No. Trust me. Yes, my dick is coming out at one time, but it's not going inside you. It's not even gonna try. " I heard the sigh of relief. "Ok. Let's go. " "On your back andy. I told you. I'm in charge." "Ok Jerry." I smiled a bit wondering how long it would take to turn "ok Jerry" into "Yes Sir" When he lie there, he put his arms out to his sides, as if he expected me to tie him down. Not tonight. Tonight, rather, I pressed my hand down on his dick. He moaned after just a small amount of pressure. "You're primed andy. Primed and ready. So am I." Then I finished opening his shirt. That massive, hairy chest was in front of me, and I dived into a nipple, chewing on it gently. The moan that came out of him sounded like he was holding it in for years. "That... that feels so much better than when I do it." then he blushed. "Did I really say that?" he grinned and I responded "say what ? All I heard were moans." Now I tweaked one while I chewed the other. I wasn't laying on andy, but I could see and feel some of the trembling. "I'm gonna release this guy so you don't spoil another pair of jeans." I opened them, and slid them down. It was a better than average cock. And it stood up straighter than the hyacinths. I was very tempted to fondle his balls, but I didn't want him climaxing. Not yet.
"So, I know about kissing and nipples. What else turns andy on? Hmmmm. " I smiled "I want that ear. Give it to me. " He smiled, but he was also nervous. "No. Not that. NO. The last time someone. AGGGGH" I squeezed his nipple hard, so it would hurt just a little. He turned his head and my tongue got to work. If he trembled when I worked his nips, andy SHOOK now. "Hmmmmm. You've got sensitive ears andy, huh?" My 5 o'clock shadow came into play now, as I ran it over the perimeter of his ear, as he just moaned louder and louder. "I didn't even know. OH GOD.... " I believed him. It seemed that, for all of his gym going, andy was seriously out of touch with his body, especially parts that gave him pleasure, except for his dick. I whispered into one ear: "I guess now I know how to get ANYTHING I want from you," and I chuckled. "What's that?" He challenged. "OOOOOOOOOOH. A little ear play, combined with a little tit play." I just poked my nose into the center of his ear, while I very gently twisted one of his nipples. I was holding down his wrist with my other hand so he couldn't push up off the bed. He DID try, until the effort, combined with my playing his body, just left him totally helpless. "What're you gonna do to me?" He muttered. I knew exactly what I was going to do with him. "Are you gonna fuck me?" "You want that, don't you andy? You want my cock in your ass, nice and hard so that you can know what it feels like to be... " I didn't finish and he didn't answer. "But I'm not gonna fuck you andy. I AM gonna cover you with my jizz." I leaned back so that I could get my own pants down. "You're gonna lay there nice and still. And I'm gonna cover that beautiful chest of yours with my cum. While I think about what I'm gonna do to you in the future." I spat into my hand, and then I began stroking. I took my free hand, and alternated between his nipples, squeezing one and then the other. He was making what I call "dolphin sounds:" they were high pitched, and I probably couldn't even hear some of them, but he was into this. His big tongue - the tongue I had pushed down when I kissed him, was lolling around outside his mouth. "I oughtta spray your face, andrew. Punishment for you ignoring me.
But no. It's more punishment for you to know: I can do it anytime I want." My cock got harder as I thought about how what I had just said was true: I hadn't won the war, but I had definitely taken two major battles. I yelped and my cum started shooting out over his hairy chest. When I was finished, I started smearing it all over him. "HEY. That's.. that's kinda ...." "It's kinda hot andy. Stop being a priss." He laughed. "Someone at work called me a princess." "If the sandal fits, stud.... Now how about you jerk off for me?" I heard andy gulp. "With you watching ?" "Uh, yeah. Maybe I'll even film it." "NO PLEASE. NO MOVIES. PLEASE." "Hmmm." I thought. "Gonna have to unravel THIS a bit in the future." "Nah, just between you and I. But I AM watching. Unless you want me to get back to work on those ears until you can't help yourself." I was teasing, but I could tell: he was thinking about it. And then: "Make me cum. Go ahead. See if you can." I didn't know if he was kidding, or he meant it, but he began to try to get up off the bed. I grabbed his balls and squeezed until he screamed in pain. "LAY ON YOUR BACK ANDY. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DO THIS. NOW." I went back to the position I had him in when I was working his tit and ear, but this time, instead of playing with his nipple, I moved my hand down to his shaft. I began slowly, slowly edging him. I began to think that somehow, this meant he didn't jerk off about being with a man, at least to him. That's a thing I'll never know. What I knew that night, was that he started moaning almost immediately. "When's the last time you jerked off, bud?" I whispered, and an answer came out of what was clearly a very dry mouth. "Yesterday. Yesterday. I... I was thinking about the first time with you and...." "Second time is better, isn't it muffin?" "Hell yeah. Hell. YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" His hips pitched up and the jizz that shot out was, well, monumental. "Holy shit, I gotta find out what you're eating andy?" He smiled. "Can I have another kiss?" THAT was not a problem, and I buried my tongue into his mouth. When I was finished kissing him, I asked.. "You like what my tongue can do?" "OH FUCK IT'S AMAZING JERRY." "Well, there's a lot more it can do." "Like what?" I smiled. "You'll find out. No question about it. Now look at you. You're a fucking mess. I know these aren't the type of digs you're used to, but do you want to clean up here before you go back home." I smiled. "Of course, you could spend the night." "No, I'm not staying" he said so abruptly it took me back. "My driver. My driver, he's... waiting downstairs. I told him it'd be about 3-4 hours. He had a driver. Andy had a fucking driver! "Ok, so it is," I said. But do you want to get cleaned up?" I didn't realize that was a hard question but apparently, it was. My fastidious andy was covered with jizz - mine and his - and he smelled of sex. So if he got into that car, his driver.... Then again, if he showered at MY place, what did that mean? "I guess a quick shower is ok." "Fine. I know the products aren't up to your standards, but pretend you're roughing it." He smiled, but he didn't laugh as if I were making a joke. He disappeared into my bathroom and soon, I saw the clouds of steam coming out and heard him step under the shower. Now, I did something I shouldn't have, but... someone sue me. While he was in the shower, I took a look through his clothes. I found his wallet. Yes, it was loaded with cash, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I wanted something with his address on it. Where did my stud live? I found something. Holy Shit! His address was one of the concierge hotels on 5th Avenue: he lived in a hotel. I didn't know what this particular one cost, but I had some idea: these were the places that had turned several of their floors into luxury apartments, and also rented rooms on others. Separate elevator banks and everything. I put everything back as close to how it was as I could, but I really didn't care if he knew I went through his pants. I heard the water turn off, and I heard him step out. And then.. standing there in my bedroom, with a towel wrapped around his middle. Jerk off material for before I went to bed, or.... I pretended I was taking care of something behind him, and when I got behind his back, I pinned his arms . No easy task. He worked out hard, but I had him and I ran that five o'clock shadow up against his ear again. "I just thought of all those movies where the Greek or Roman soldiers are captured, bound, and brought before some evil queen or emperor before they're tortured." His towel fell off, and I saw that he was getting erect again too. "You want another roll in the hay andy?" He took a deep breath. "Yes, but... I can't. I really can't. Early meeting tomorrow . 7a.m. A 7 a.m. meeting. That meant something transcontinental. DAMN I had to do some digging about him. Andy Buck was a man of mystery. I watched the ceremony of him getting dressed again. It WAS a ceremony. He checked himself about 8 times as he went along. "You look great andy. You'll be with your driver only. And I've seen you naked. He looked at me. "Could you not tell anyone that, Jerry? Please?" "Uh, yeah, sure. You think I want people to know you're available?" "Well, I'm not." "No, you're not." He looked at me. "I think we probably have different things in mind." "Yeah, " I said. "We'll talk about it this weekend." His eyes got big. "THIS weekend?" "Yeah, I said I wanted you to spend a weekend." "But I didn't think you meant THIS weekend. I already have plans." Ok. Here was my first test of where we were going. "Change them. I want to see you on Friday at 7:30. Until Sunday night." "Sunday afternoon?" he asked. "Sunday night. Early. 7:30 too." He sighed. "Ok. But..." "But what?" "If we go out, you have to let me pick." For now, that was ok. I could deal with that. "Fine. But you get here. This weekend, you're gonna learn a whole lot more." "And feel your lips do... other things?" "That's a sure bet andy. One goodnight kiss?" The man sure liked kissing. I was ready to release before he was. "Thanks for the flowers. That was real sweet," I said. He smiled as he left. I didn't see him get into a car but I'm sure there was one around. In some ways, this was going according to plan and in other ways, I was flying blind. Still, the next day, when I got home, there was a much bigger bunch of hyacinths. So many of them in fact, I had to give half of them to the reception of my building, because they were too fragrant for my place . And on Friday at 7:28, the doorman buzzed me. "Andy Buck is here Sir." "Send him up" I said. That weekend may have been one of the best weekends I have ever had in my life."
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