Tim's Return - Part II
by ds elliot
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Joe woke me for dinner a few hours later. He told me to shower while he pulled out some clean shorts, socks, and a t-shirt for me to wear. I was in the kitchen offering to help about 20 minutes later. I poured milk for both of us before sitting down to what smelled and looked like a banquet fit for kings. I was too busy eating to talk during dinner. Joe really knew how to cook. I'm sure I ate more than he did, but I just couldn't stop myself. The food was the best I'd had in months.
We relaxed at the table for a short time before I got up to clear the table and clean up. Joe didn't say a word to me as I gathered the dishes and put the leftovers in the fridge. Before I started the dishwasher I poured Joe a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him. He sipped the coffee as I finished cleaning. We both were done about the same time. I looked at him and asked,
"What else can I do for you?"
"Nothing at the moment. Sit down and relax for a while... let your dinner settle."
We sat quietly in the family room off the kitchen. We were both quiet. I had a few things I wanted to say -- some questions I wanted to ask, but I just wasn't ready to say those questions out loud just yet. They were floating through my head... demanding answers, but I guess I just wasn't ready for what the answers might be.
After about an hour of lounging peacefully, Joe said we were heading to the basement workout room. I'd been in the room before. Joe had every possible fitness machine and all the weights and benches necessary to open a gym. All the walls were mirrored which made the room seem larger than it was. Off to one side was a counter with a doctor's scale. Joe opened a laptop computer he had down there and started a program. After he'd entered some data into the program he said,
"What we're going to do is create a workout program for you. The first thing we need to do is see where you are today and decide what the goals are going to be. Strip down and stand on the scale over here."
I did. Joe measured my weight and height and logged both into the computer. He moved me off the scale and had me stand straight while he got a tape measure from one of the drawers. He measured my neck, chest, biceps, forearms, waist, hips, thighs, and calves. Each measurement was logged into the computer program. Next Joe entered some other numbers. As he was entering those numbers he told me that these were the target numbers he wanted me to attain. Obviously I wasn't going to get any taller at this point, but I weighed only 163 pounds. Joe had my ideal weight at 190 pounds. My scrawny chest he wanted to grow to 42 inches. He wanted my biceps to be 18 inches. He wanted my waist to increase by three inches. My thighs were supposed to nearly double in size along with my calf muscles. I didn't think it was even possible for any of this to happen, but Joe seemed positive it would with a daily workout. Once the numbers were all entered, the computer did it's thing and displayed a list of what I'd be doing each day. I'd be spending about 90 minutes each day but Sunday working on some part of my body. It all sounded like work too... too much fucking work.
I mean I wanted a body like Joe's, but in my mind I had the idea that he was born that way. It just didn't occur to me that he worked hard to build his body. When I lived with him before, he worked out each day. I tried to workout with him, but just couldn't keep up with his routine. Joe seemed to enjoy his workouts. It didn't seem like he struggled or even worked very hard keeping his body in shape. The short version is that I wanted a body like his, but I didn't want to put out any effort to get it. That really is the story of my life to this point. I wanted things the easy way. I never did work -- certainly not very hard anyway. I always tried to find the easy way. Ripping someone off was easier than earning the money myself. Selling weed was easier than making the money to buy my own. As I was thinking about it I realized that I never really worked; never invested my sweat and effort into getting what I wanted. Joe was going to change that. I was skeptical about the whole concept, but I wanted to be here with Joe. I wanted the chance only he could provide me.
My mind was wandering over those questions when I realized that Joe was pumping iron. I watched as his muscles strained and swelled as he lifted the weights repeatedly. I was amazed as I watched his forearms and biceps and chest expand as he pushed himself to lift more. As he worked through his routine I watched and tried to decide if being here was really what I wanted. I knew why I came knocking on his door today, but now I was wondering if I was up to the task of meeting Joe's expectations. Just looking over the list of what I'd be doing as part of my daily workout routine was daunting. None of the weights were all that heavy, but the number of reps seemed too much. The daily workout routine along with the chores, a job, and getting fucked suddenly seemed more than I wanted to invest. Joe certainly wasn't going to make staying here easy for me. As I mulled over my choice to come here, Joe finished his workout. He was drying the sweat off with a towel when he asked,
"You ready to go back to the streets?"
His comment startled me and brought me back to the present. I asked, "What?"
"I asked if you were ready to head back to your buddies on the street. You've got that far away look in your eyes like you're thinking you are in over your head... that it's gonna be too hard... require too much work..."
"I was thinking that. You don't make it easy."
"Life isn't exactly easy, Tim. I worked hard for everything I have. No one gave me anything. I didn't inherit money or property. I worked hard to get it. I'm still working hard. When I was about 15 I looked about like you do today -- skinny little kid. One of my teachers took an interest in me and got me started lifting weights and running. By the time I finished high school I was proud of my body. I worked hard to get in shape, but it was worth the time and effort. Now working out is my time to build my body and think. Some of my best ideas come to me while I'm in the middle of my workout routine. It is hard work though. It will be for you too."
"I don't know if I can do it."
"You'll never know until you try. Perhaps you're one of those guys who is afraid to fail so he never tries anything. There isn't anything wrong with failing as long as you gave whatever it is your best effort. There is something very wrong with not trying... with not giving everything you do your best effort."
"I guess I never tried before. I just don't know, Joe..."
"I'll give you until tomorrow morning to decide. Right now though I think I want to fuck you again. That might help you make up your mind."
"Are you just trying to see if I'll run away?"
"Naw... lifting always makes me horny. If you weren't here, I'd probably just go jack off. Since I've got you though I thought I'd have some fun pounding your ass one more time. It might just be the last time so guess I should take advantage of it while I can."
"What do you mean the last time?"
"I mean I think you'll decide it's too hard to live here with me and do what I tell you to do. You've never worked hard at anything in your life so this is gonna be hard for you... very hard for you. I don't plan to cut you any slack, Tim. If you really want to be here; if you're really serious about changing your life; if you're ready to work damn hard to attain those goals, then you are welcome to stay. I just don't think you're close to being ready for that type of commitment."
"Why is it so easy for you? You got life made. Look at this place. You got a house and property. You got three cars and a boat. You got everything I could ever want. I got nothin'."
"The point is that I worked for all of this stuff. I've been working hard since high school. You're starting a little later than I did, but that doesn't mean you can't do it if you really put your heart into it. No one is gonna hand you anything on a silver platter... certainly not me anyway. You've got to earn it all just like I did. You'll appreciate it more and take care of it once you do get it. You've got until breakfast to decide what you want to do. Right now my dick is hard so get that ass over here."
I moved over to where Joe was sitting on the weight bench. He had me bent at the waist with my hands resting on the bench. He used some of that lube to get my ass slick and stretched. He reminded me to push out as he pushed in. I did what he said. When his dick broke through it hurt like a son of a bitch. I cried out,
"Oh fuck, Joe! Damn it hurts! Take it out man. I can't take it. Oh fuck..."
"Just relax, Tim. It's gonna stop hurting just like it did the last time. It's just hurting a little more cause the muscle is tender. It'll be okay. Besides if you decide to stay the sooner we get your ass use to my dick the less it will hurt in the future."
"Just go slow. Fuck it hurts!"
When I could concentrate on something other than the burning pain as Joe's dick slid in and out of my sore hole, the first thing I sensed were his big balls banging against mine each time he shoved that thick dick inside me. At first it was just the sensation of his balls hitting mine, but that soon changed to a tingling feeling in my own balls. As I looked between my legs and watched his balls smack into mine, I watched my own dick start to fill with blood. I couldn't believe I was getting hard again. Joe seemed to sense what was happening to me as his hand left it's firm hold on my hip and snaked down to grab onto my now hard dick. He was stroking my dick in the same rhythm that he was slamming his dick into me. I couldn't believe how good it felt. At first I just watched as if detached from the whole experience, but at some point my body took over my brain. As if my body was operating completely separate from my own thoughts and desires, I realized that Joe was holding his fist still as I was pushing my hard dick into it then pulling back and impaling my ass on his hard dick. He'd stopped fucking me and was just watching me fuck myself on his dick as I tried to reach my own release. I was beyond stopping... in fact I was totally focused on getting off. As I pushed my ass onto his monster dick I moaned and groaned each time I was able to make it hit that spot inside me. Damn it felt so good! I'm not sure how long this had been going on before I realized that I was pleading with Joe to go faster and harder. I couldn't believe I was asking for it. I couldn't believe that my body wanted it... seemed to need it... was begging for it.
Joe finally responded to my begging and started to pound me harder... harder than before. I couldn't believe how good it felt and how quickly he brought me to the edge. I was panting like I'd run ten miles as I fucked his tight fist. I could feel my nuts drawing tight against my body as the tingling signaled the beginning of my orgasm. The grunting and moaning was all coming from me as I pushed faster and harder into Joe's fist. I could feel my dick swell in his tight fist as the first shots blasted out of my dick. I watched in amazement as my dick spewed cum on my bent body. This time I could also feel the muscles in my ass squeezing his dick as the cum pulsed out of my dick. When my body finally dumped all the cum I could manufacture, I went limp and nearly collapsed on the bench. Joe grabbed my hips and help me in place as he went about the task of filling my ass with his cum. It didn't take much longer. His thrusts into me were getting erratic as he climbed up to the edge of his orgasm. He yelled out his orgasm... like I needed a warning. He was gripping my hips so hard that I figured I'd have bruises when he was finished. I watched as his dick slammed into me as he emptied his load deep inside me. I watched as some of his cum leaked out around his dick and dripped down his balls. It almost seemed like I was watching from outside my body as I witnessed his climax.
Joe collapsed over my back and was breathing hard as he tried to recover from this latest fuck. I could feel his weight resting on me. It took all the strength in my arms and legs to hold him up while he regained his senses. When he did I watched as that big dick of his slid out of my ass. I was watching in amazement as it slipped out. It just didn't seem possible that it could all fit inside me. It seemed less possible that it could bring pleasure to both of us -- especially to me. As it slipped out I was overwhelmed at the sense of emptiness that followed.
Joe smacked my ass playfully and helped me to stand. We went into the shower in of the workout room. It was plenty big enough for the two of us so we showered together. Joe put shampoo in his hand and started to wash my hair. I just stood there and let him. When he finished with my hair, he washed the rest of my body. His strong hands and fingers seemed to knead the stiffness out of my muscles. I was totally clean and absolutely relaxed as he rinsed my body of the soap.. I returned the favor as I started to shampoo his hair and then washed his body. I soaped his now flaccid dick and was considering how thick it was even when soft. It didn't seem possible that it could bring so much pleasure. I couldn't get over the fact that it had been buried deep in my ass. As we dried ourselves, Joe said,
"Look, Tim... I realize that what we just did isn't probably what you want to be doing. I'm really amazed that you didn't bitch about doing it again so soon after the first time. What I'd like to see you become is the man I know is inside of you. The problem is that I don't think you realize he's in there. It won't be easy to make the transition from where you are now to where I know you could be. It will be hard on you, but I know you can do it if you really want. It certainly won't happen over night either. It will likely take a year or more to get to a point where you can see a change. You've never stuck with anything for that length of time. It will take a serious commitment on your part. You've never made any commitment to anything before. You sleep on it tonight. We can talk about it in the morning over breakfast. You can sleep in Sunday. We will have breakfast at 9:00. You can let me know what you want to do then."
"Okay... thanks Joe. I don't know what to do right now. It's like too much has happened too fast. I feel like I'm in a fog."
"Let's head to bed. It's nearly 10:00. I'm beat, and I'm sure you are too."
"Yeah... I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time. I'll probably be asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow."
We walked upstairs together. My room was on the second floor so I continued on up. This was my old room. Oddly, it felt like home as I climbed into the familiar bed. I tried to think, but I was too exhausted.
The alarm went off at 8:30. I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. It seemed I was on autopilot as I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth and then put on the shorts and t-shirt and headed down stairs. Joe was in the kitchen when I entered. Whatever he was making smelled so damn good. I didn't realize I was even hungry until the aromas filled my nose. I said,
"Good morning!"
"Good morning! Did you sleep well?"
"Oh yeah! I think that is the best bed I've ever slept in. You want some help? I can set the table if you want."
"Sure. Pour some orange juice for both of us. I'm having coffee so if you want some set out a cup for yourself."
As we ate Joe looked over at me and asked,
"What decision did you come to?"
"Honestly I didn't even think about anything last night. I was just so tired I fell asleep as soon as I got in bed."
"You need to decide what you want to do. I don't want to waste your time or mine."
"Can we talk a little first?"
"Sure. We can talk about anything you want."
"Well, I just didn't want you to think I was whining or complaining or anything."
"Tim, there is a difference between asking questions, discussing issues, or debating and whining. I think you know the difference."
"Okay... well, first of all I'm a little freaked out about the sex thing. I know I agreed to it, but I didn't think it would be the way it's been. What I'm trying to say is that I didn't think I'd get hard while you were boning me. I really never expected to cum with your monster dick buried in my ass. That whole thing kinda freaks me out. Why did that happen?"
"You said yourself that it had been a few months since you got off. Your body might just have needed to release some cum. You might also be like most guys who could get off on just about anything or anyone. If you were blindfolded I don't think you'd know if a guy or girl was sucking your dick. I think you'd probably cum in both situations. This really isn't all that different. You were just stimulated after a long spell of abstinence. What we did felt good to your body, and you're body responded. I wouldn't read any more into it than that at this point."
"So you don't think that this whole fucking my ass thing is gonna make me gay?"
"No one can make you gay, Tim. You're either born that way or you aren't. If you are gay, it's probably another one of those things that is buried deep inside of you like so many other things. Probably you're just bisexual and get off on anyone stimulating your stuff. Don't make a huge deal out of it now."
"Yeah, but Joe... When I lived here before I sucked your dick. I never did that before. At the time I thought of it as a way to con you into getting the XBOX and games. I lied to myself when I did it after that by telling myself that as long as I was sucking you off you wouldn't get pissed off at me. I also tried to convince myself that I didn't have a choice about sucking you off, but I always did. You never forced me or anything. The thing is that I didn't mind doing it. I didn't even really mind when you shot in my mouth. Now I'm in the same situation with being fucked. It hurts like hell at first, but then my body gets into it. It's like I don't have any control over myself. Both times it's surprised me that I was humping away trying to bust a nut with your big dick in my ass. Shit... I've never cum as hard as I did both times you fucked me. I thought I was gonna pass out last night."
"Don't read too much into all of it just yet. Relax and see how it all goes. You like it, and it feels good so just relax and enjoy the ride. You really shouldn't worry about labeling yourself at this early stage."
"I suppose... I just never thought I'd get off on that shit."
"Tim... you've never spent any time really getting to know yourself or examining your potential. You've always taken the path of least resistance. Now you are faced with some concepts that rock your world a little. If you stay, you will find that will happen a lot. You're going to learn a lot of things about yourself that you didn't realize before. Perhaps for the first time you will see who and what you are. What you find just might shock you, but that shouldn't scare you away from the journey."
"Joe... do you swear that you won't get sick of me and kick me out? If I stay I just want to know that I really can stay. I don't want to be just a notch on your bedpost. I know myself better than you think in some areas. I know I'm likely to screw up at some point. I just want to know that when that happens I don't find myself homeless and alone. I don't like the idea of getting beat when I screw up, but I do get your point. One thing I hate more than anything is the idea of getting my ass whipped. I agreed to take the punishment. I just hope the idea of the whipping is enough to keep my doing what you want."
"Tim... I'll stand by you as long as you give it 100% effort. We talked about punishment. I really want you to understand that I don't get any kind of perverse thrill from beating your ass. I'm not into that sort of thing. The whole idea of punishment is that society punishes wrongs. You have already experienced that, but the punishments haven't been effective because you continue to screw up -- often the same screw ups over and over again. I'd be happiest if I didn't have to ever administer punishment, but I know that isn't likely with you... or with anyone really. We all occasionally need to get smacked upside the head to get us back on track. That is basically what the punishment is designed to do. What the punishment should accomplish is to let you know what you did wrong; it should hurt at least a bit as a reminder; and it should deter you from making the same mistake again. Punishment shouldn't damage or maim you."
"I'm staying then, Joe. I trust you to help me. I really don't see any other way for me. Last night when I climbed in bed I felt like I was home. I never felt like that even at my parent's place. I really want to be here no matter what it takes or what the cost."
"Good! Now that that is settled come down to my room. I'm going to let you borrow some sweats so we can go to the store. You need some clothes, shoes, and a few other things. Keep in mind that this stuff isn't a gift. You will be paying me back when you get a job."
"Sure, Joe. Thanks! I didn't want to ask you to get me anything, but I really appreciate that you are. I'll pay you back every penny and interest too."
We shopped! Joe got me work clothes, a jacket, boots and thick socks at the Carhart store. At the mall I got some dressier slacks, jeans, and shirts as well as work shirts. I got more socks and new boxer briefs and t-shirts. I also got two pairs of shoes. One was a pair of Nikes that I really wanted. I really didn't care about the price, but I should have cause they were nearly $100.00. All together Joe spent just over $1000.00 on clothes and toiletry items for me.
Back at home Joe helped me carry all the bags upstairs to my room. He sat on the chair helping me remove tags and put the clothes away. It didn't seem like so much as we got it, but it really was a lot when we started to put things away. I'd never spent so much in one day on anything or anyone.
Joe brought all the receipts down to the kitchen table where he had me log them into some computer program that would keep track of every-thing for me. When I'd listed all the items I saw the total he spent. I was kinda freaked at the total and thought that perhaps I'd made a mistake. The figures were accurate after I triple checked them. I showed Joe the total and apologized saying,
"Joe, I'm really sorry. I didn't think we were spending that much money. We can take things back. I really only need the work clothes and stuff. The other things aren't critical."
"You need the clothes. You didn't have anything to wear. Now you've got something for most if not all of the situations that are likely to come up. Just see that you take care of these clothes. When it comes time to wash them they don't all go into the washer at the same time. Let me know when you've got things to wash. I'll show you how to separate them so nothing gets ruined."
"Thanks! I can't believe you'd do this. It's like too much."
"You will be paying me back for the stuff. It isn't all free."
"It will probably take me forever to repay you, but I will no matter how long it takes. I swear I'll pay back every penny."
"I believe you. Now lets take care of out next task. Come on out to the workshop with me. We've got something to make together."
Together we went out to Joe's work shop behind the garage. It was a large building that I'd not been in before. It was like Joe's special place. Inside the huge room was every tool I could imagine and then some. Everything was spotless and shined under the bright overhead lights. Joe went to an area where he stored various pieces of wood. After looking at several, he selected a piece that was about three feet long and nearly a foot wide. I had no idea what he was doing so just stood back to watch and listen. Next Joe sketched out a pattern that he drew into the wood. When he was satisfied with the drawing he handed me protective eye wear and moved us both closer to the band saw. He proceeded to cut out the pattern he'd drawn into the wood. At first I wasn't sure what he'd drawn, but as he neared the end of cutting the wood I figured it out. He was making a paddle... the implement of my punishment. When Joe was finished cutting he moved us to another piece of equipment. It was a router. He selected an attachment and secured it in place. He showed me how the machine worked to shape and smooth the edges he'd cut. He supervised me as I trimmed the edges on all sides both top and bottom. When finished with that Joe ran a piece of sandpaper over the edges to check for no rough edges.
Next we moved to the drill press. Joe selected a rather large drill bit and put it in the machine. He marked the spots where he wanted the holes to be drilled. I put the holes where he wanted them. He examined my work and seemed to be pleased. He ran the sandpaper over each of the openings to smooth out each one on both sides. When he was happy with our work he gripped the handle and swung it through the air a few times. He handed it to me telling me to swing it around a little. I did. Joe told me to notice that there wasn't much wind resistance because the holes were large enough to allow a fast flow of air as the paddle was swung. In effect he explained that less resistance meant that the paddle would hit the target with more force. Great! Just fucking great... Joe asked,
"Would you like to try it out?"
"No... I get the picture without finding out how it feels."
"Okay... well lets pick a color to stain it so it will be ready when it's needed."
At Joe's insistence I picked a dark oak color. I brushed on the stain as Joe directed. I had to admit that it did indeed look very nice. It didn't look like the implement of pain that it would likely be used for. As we were leaving the workshop I said,
"Pretty cleaver getting me to help make that piece of wood into the paddle you'll be beating my ass with. That was kind of twisted."
"I thought that if you helped to make it then perhaps there would be less chance that it would get used. I'm sure you probably don't believe this, but nothing would make me happier than if that thing never gets touched by me again. I honestly don't want to use it on you. I really see it as a last resort. I'm not into hurting someone I care about."
I pondered Joe's last comment as we sat in the family room. There was a news show on tv, but I wasn't paying attention. As the show ended, I asked,
"Did you really mean what you said a while ago?"
"I did, but I'm not absolutely sure what statement we're talking about."
"The one when you said that you cared about me."
"Tim... If I didn't care about you, you wouldn't be here. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have spent money on clothes for you today. If I didn't care about you, I'd have never let you stay here the first time. Of course I care about you."
"I care about you too. I care about you a lot. I'm not really sure what love is. I mean... I liked my dad when he wasn't drinking, but I hated him when he drank. Most of the time I hated my mother because she never did try to stop him from beating us. I always felt different towards you, but I don't know what to call it. When I first worked for you, I thought you were the coolest boss I'd ever had. Everyone liked you. You worked hard right along with the rest of us. You corrected mistakes without making me feel stupid. Most important you noticed and told me when I did good. I think you were the first one to ever do that. I wanted to be just like you back then... hell, I still do. There are only two things I know for sure... the first is that you really are the most important person to ever come into my life. I really regretted leaving here on bad terms the first time. I wanted to come back so many times, but I was afraid of being rejected by you. Just the thought that you might reject me was enough to keep me away. I didn't want to hear it. The second thing I know it that I'd do anything for you no matter what it is. I owe you my life. I appreciate everything you've done for me. If I didn't tell you before, well... thanks, man. I really do appreciate everything you've ever done for me, and I'm very sorry for not saying it sooner."
Joe got out of his chair and sat next to me on the sofa. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into a hug. I wasn't crying, but my eyes were filled with tears I was so over come with emotions. Joe simply said as he held me.
"I love you too, Tim."
"I love you so much, Joe."
He just held me tight. I never felt more secure or more content in my life. It seemed like I found a place where I belonged... a place where I could grow and thrive... a place that was filled with positive emotions rather than negative energy... a place with love rather than hate. After about a half hour of being close Joe said,
"I'm going to head to bed. It's been a good day. You've got to finish mowing the backyard tomorrow otherwise you've got a light day. I may be home a little early, but I'll call to let you know for sure. You don't have to head to bed right now, but I'd like you to be up when I leave at about 7:30."
"Sure thing, Joe. Umm... do you want me before you go to sleep? I mean... you haven't done it today and if you want to it's ahh fine with me."
"You mean you want to get fucked?"
"Well, I just want you to know that you can have it if you want. I don't mind at all. I'll do it."
"Now that you've got me thinking about it, I'm getting horny. Come on... get that sweet ass in my bed so we can have a little fun."
It was more than a little fun. Joe was very playful this time. Instead of getting right to the fuck, he held my hands firmly in his as he nibbled at my ears and neck. He ran the stubble of his beard over my left nipple. I know I'd have flown off the bed if he wasn't on top of me. Then he started to lick, nibble, and bite at the nub. I was squirming around under him trying at times to get away while trying to get more. When he moved to the right nipple it was no different. Before he was done I was babbling gibberish as my head flopped from side to side. Joe worked his way down my body licking and nibbling wherever he got a reaction from me. It was like he was starting these little fires in my body and then connected the fires together with a swipe of his tongue. My whole body seemed to be a raw nerve that was over sensitive to his touch.
Foreplay for me had always been sucking on some bitches tits to get her to spread her legs. What Joe was doing to me was in a completely different league. I could hear myself pleading with Joe to take me. He did take me, but he took me on his terms. When he finally swiped his tongue over the head of my dick all I could do was hiss out my satisfaction. He toyed with me for what seemed like hours... taking me to the edge then pulling me back. I lost track of the number of times I was almost there. I couldn't think. All I could do was feel... feel all of the ways this man could make me feel that I'd never experienced. He sucked on my nuts and chewed on my sac. My balls ached for release, but he left them to kiss, lick, and suck on my inner thighs. I couldn't stop my body from responding as my legs pulled up and opened wide for him. It was like my whole body automatically responded to his every move. He continued to tease me as he licked his way down to my hole. Fuck! I was trying to grind my ass into his face as his tongue danced around the opening. I was beside myself as his tongue slipped inside me. His hands were still locked to my wrists as together we opened me even further. I tried to look down to see what was happening to me. I couldn't see beyond my angry dark red and throbbing dick. It never looked like that before. It seemed so big... so much harder than ever before... so red and swollen. The piss slit was gaping wide open and seemed to be pulsing. Joe looked up between my spread legs and said,
"I think you're ready."
"Fuck! Just fuck me Joe. Fuck me!"
Joe moved slowly into position between my legs and lined his dick up with my hole. He rubbed his dick around the opening -- teasing me with that monster dick of his. I was begging for him to put it in, but he continued to tease as he rubbed it up and down the crack and over my aching balls and throbbing dick. When he brought it back to rest at my hole, my body pushed down on it. The head slipped inside. I heard myself grunting my satisfaction as his dick sunk all the way in. He shifted some and then started to find his pace. I was flopping around on the bed like a fish out of water as he stoked the fires in my body. I was crazy with lust and passion and sensations I'd never experienced before. My eyes were glazed over when I realized his face was over mine with my hands pinned to the bed over my head. His strokes were short and hard as he pounded my ass. It all felt so fucking good! He leaned down as my head came off the bed to meet his. I licked his lips. He put his mouth over mine and forced his tongue deep into my mouth as he kissed me like I've never been kissed before. My whole body went ridged as my organs began. My dick exploded like a Roman Candle on the forth of July spewing cum everywhere. It felt like it would never stop. Each time Joe slammed into me, my dick would erupt until my aching nuts finally seemed to have nothing left to give.
Joe grabbed my dick and started to pump it as he continued his fuck. My dick was so sensitive. I tried to tell him no, but I was too far gone to form words. He kept pumping my ass and my dick until he was there. I felt my nuts draw tight to my body again as he pounded deep inside. I could sense that he was cumming inside me as my own dick gave up a final volley of cum. I was thrashing about on the bed trying to find anything to hold on to as I tried to ground myself. I was utterly out of control of my body... my emotions... my thought processes.
When Joe finally got his breathing under control I was still in a state of disbelief. I couldn't even be sure of what just happened. Did it happen or was it just some dream? I'd never dreamed anything that good before so it had to be real. He brushed his fingers over my right nipple. My whole body shuddered from his touch. He did it again eliciting the same response. Each time it took my breath away. I wanted to tell him to stop... that I couldn't take any more... I couldn't form the words. I was reduced to grunting, groaning, and moaning as he continued to play me like a favorite toy. Eventually he swung my leg over his head and moved in behind me to spoon me to his body. His dick never left my ass as he pulled me closer and thus down on him more. I felt the blanket as he pulled it over us. He wrapped his arm over me as my head rested on his bicep. Joe continued to rub my nipples causing me to shudder against him each time. When I thought I couldn't take any more he finally stopped. I don't remember anything until the alarm roused me out of a deep and peaceful sleep.
Joe's dick had slipped out of my ass at some point during the night, but it was hard and pressing against my ass as he rolled over on top of me and ground his dick into me. As he gradually woke up he rolled off and climbed out of bed. He came out of the bathroom showered and ready to dress. I got up and went to the kitchen to start coffee. By the time he came out the coffee was ready. I poured us both a cup and said,
"What the fuck did you do to me last night?"
"What do you mean? We had sex."
"That was more than sex..."
"Did you like it?"
"I'm still trying to decide that. I don't really know what to think. I felt completely out of control... like my body just responded to you without me being able to stop it."
"And that's a bad thing? I thought everyone wanted to have sex like that."
"I'm not saying it was bad. I'm just saying that I've never experienced anything like that before. Shit, my nipples are still sore. Look at my thighs... I've got hickeys there from where you chewed on me."
"Does it hurt?"
"No... it felt damn good last night. The weird thing is that I couldn't have stopped even if I'd wanted to. It's just never been that way before. Is sex like that for you every time?"
"No, not every time, but it's great when it is. It's like you're whole body -- every part of it -- is in on the orgasm. It's like it nearly sucks the life out of you as you cum. It's what I strive for."
"It was like my whole body was involved... like my whole body was one raw nerve with every sensation ending in my dick. It was so intense. I'm surprised it didn't kill me. There were several times when I couldn't catch my breath because the sensations were coming to fast. I felt like I was falling off a cliff or something with nothing to hold on to or to break the fall."
"That's what great sex is supposed to feel like. Aren't you glad you finally know what it's all about?"
"It will be hard to settle for less."
"I'm gonna be late if I don't get moving. We can talk more when I get home tonight."
"See ya, Joe. Have a good day."
Needless to say I couldn't think about anything other than sex with Joe. We'd only done it three times, but each time was more intense than the time before. Each time took me to another place I'd never been. Each time was exhausting and emotionally draining and yet so fucking satisfying. I showered and got ready for the day. Joe had left a list of chores for me to finish while he was at work. None of the chores were difficult so I found my mind wandering back to sex with Joe all fucking day. Each time I found myself reliving the experiences I was hard as a rock. I was more than a little uncomfortable as I tried to concentrate on each task while my dick begged for attention.
When Joe arrived home I was in the kitchen finishing the last of my chores. He playfully slapped my ass and asked,
"You have a good day, Tim?"
My dick went instantly hard when he smacked my ass. I took a deep breath and said,
"It was okay I guess. How was yours?"
"Couldn't stop thinking about last night. I was horny all damn day."
"Yeah... me too." escaped my lips before I realized what I was saying.
"So you liked it did you?"
"Yes... and no. I'm pretty freaked about it. It was pretty intense, but it's all messing with my head. It ain't supposed to be that way... I mean I'm a guy. I'm not supposed to get off on what we did, but I did. It was like the best sex I've ever had. I don't get it. You did shit to me that I never experienced before. I never shot so much or so often. Shit, my nips are still sore, but each time I touch them I can't help but think about last night. I had a fucking hard on all damn day."
"Don't try to over think what happened. Just relax and enjoy the experience."
"That's the problem... I did relax, and I did enjoy it. What does that say about me? Am I a fag now?"
Joe came up behind me at the sink and wrapped his arms around my waist. He rubbed his hands up my body towards my chest. My dick was throbbing as his hands got closer to my nips. When he finally played his fingers over them I was helpless to do anymore than lean back against his strong chest and sigh. He gently pinched and pulled on my nips as I leaned my head back against his shoulder. I could feel his dick harden against my ass. I was moaning as he slipped both his hands under my t-shirt and gasped as his fingers toyed with my bare flesh. His right hand moved down over my stomach. His fingers circling my navel and tracing my treasure trail into my pants. He deftly unfastened the top button and slid the zipper down. I could feel my dick surge at the thought of his touch. His right hand snaked inside the waist band of my boxer briefs and continued down my right hip. His fingers tangled in my pubic hair and twirled and tugged as his left hand tugged at my nipple. I was pleading with him when I said,
"Oh God, Joe... Fuck me!"
He whispered in my ear, "Not yet, baby. First I need to eat."
With that he removed his hands from my body and moved away from me and to the fridge as if nothing at all had happened. I was frustrated and nearly beside myself as I leaned against the counter trying to catch my breath. How the fuck did he do that to me? When I finally calmed down, I finished cleaning and cutting up the vegetables then sat at the table. Joe looked and me and asked,
"What's wrong? You don't look so good."
"Why did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Get me all worked up and then stop. That ain't cool, man. My dick has been hard all damn day. You come home and play with me... tease me and then stop like nothing happened. What the fuck is that all about? Do you like to frustrate me?"
"It's called foreplay. It makes the sex better when it finally happens... gets the juices flowing."
"Fuck the foreplay! My juices are backed up. I feel like my balls are about to explode. My balls ache. You turn me into a fag and then tease me. That just ain't right, man."
"I didn't turn you into anything. I just helped you realize your potential. If I did anything at all, I opened a door to a part of you that you've never paid any attention to before. You can't tell me you haven't enjoyed what you found behind that door. The way your body responds I'd say you're happy with this discovery."
"All I know is I wasn't like this before. Shit, man... I ain't supposed to be like this."
"Tim... don't spend so much time thinking about something that isn't really important. Go with it... I told you that you'd learn about yourself if you stayed here... This is just part of the process. You're the same guy you were before. You've just learned something new about yourself. It isn't the end of the world. It's the door to a new world... new experiences, new ideas, new thoughts, new concepts, and a new you."
I sat down at the table consumed with my own thoughts. I'm not sure how long I sat there before I realized I was staring at Joe as he moved around the kitchen preparing dinner. I kept thinking about why this felt good. I kept asking myself why not just admit to myself that I liked it and be done with it. Admitting I liked it seemed on some level to be a betrayal and yet not admitting it seemed impossible. When Joe finally said something about dinner being ready I was roused out of my thoughts. I don't know that I'd come to any conclusion, but I found myself leaning towards acceptance of my fate. I couldn't fight it. My body betrayed me when I tried.
We ate nearly in silence as I continued to ponder my situation. After dinner when we went down to the gym I found myself watching Joe's body as he worked through his routine and helped me with mine. As he spotted me I found my eyes glued to the gap in his shorts as my eyes strained to see what was inside. Later when we showered after the workout I was hard and leaking. There was no doubt that I wanted -- craved his touch. It was at that point that my mind got in sync with my body and acknowledged the facts. I liked what he did to me. Nothing had ever felt better. If I wasn't gay before, I certainly seemed to be now. Maybe on some level I already knew this but denied it like I did so many other things in my life. Maybe I was always attracted to Joe on this level and didn't realize it. As we dried and dressed after the shower, Joe asked,
"What would you like to do now?"
"Whatever you want, I guess."
"What do you want Tim?"
"I want to have sex. There I said it. Are you happy?"
"Are you?"
"Don't fuckin' play head games with me. This is hard enough to admit as it is. Can't we just leave it at that?"
"Let's go to the bedroom." Joe said as he led the way down the hall.
Joe stripped and laid on his back on the bed. His dick was half hard and already looked impossibly big. I took off my clothes and stood next to the bed waiting for instructions. Joe looked up at me. My dick was painfully hard and leaking. He said,
"Why don't you suck on my dick a bit."
I crawled between his spread legs and did as he asked. I felt comfortable... yet lost in a fog as I lapped at his full nuts and sucked on his monster cock. He was hard. His dick was a dark purplish red and throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He said,
"Put some lube on my dick and on your hole."
I did as I was told. My mind was right with my body as I slathered the lube on that powerful penis. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me again. When Joe was ready for the next step he said,
"Climb on top of me and line up my dick with your hole."
I did. My whole body was trembling with anticipation. Joe said,
"Ease it inside. Sit down on it."
My thoughts were consumed with the task at hand. I couldn't think about anything other than getting that big thing inside me again. I was struggling with it... trying to relax enough to allow a painless entrance. Finally I got the head inside. It felt strange... like I'd been waiting for this for too long. I eased myself down more until I was sitting firmly on Joe's hips. He thrust up a bit to adjust himself. I felt his dick move my innards around. When I opened my eyes to look at Joe, he was smiling at me. He told me to start whenever I was ready. At first I raised up slowly and slid back down gently, but that didn't last too long. I soon found that I was slamming my ass down on his dick as I gasped and moaned and panted. I was fucking myself on that monster cock and relishing every second of the experience.
Joe fondled my balls as I impaled myself on this dick. I groaned each time I was able to make it jab at my prostate. I could feel my balls draw tight in Joe's hand. I had my palms resting on his shoulders as I watched in amazement as I was grinding my ass on his tool. I was watching my own dick as it started to swell and turn even a darker red. The piss slit seemed to gape open just prior to another intense eruption of cum from my aching nuts. My muscles were squeezing his dick to hard as I emptied my balls. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see anything but stars as my whole body shuddered and shook. Joe arched his back and pushed further inside me. I felt my hole stretch a bit more before I sensed his hot cock blasting cum deep inside me. I collapsed on top of him and held on for dear life. I was struggling to catch my breath and to get some control of my body and my brain.
It didn't happen. I was so exhausted when it was finally over that I just laid on top of Joe and held him as I drifted off. Joe woke me a few hours later. We were stuck together with my cum. I could feel his now limp dick in my ass anchoring me to him. He rolled me off him as he slipped out of me. I felt oddly empty and alone when we weren't connected. I was too drained to think about it at the time. Joe cleaned up both up before covering us both with the blanket. I didn't have another conscious thought until the alarm sounded.
And that brings me to the end of Part II.
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