"Turning My Tables" Chapter Two Dedication: for Jason by jacob562026@gmail.com (responses welcome) Dear Reader,
Jason exited the shower and came into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel.
I smiled and finished my beer.
Listen fucker, he said, gesturing toward his crotch, Don't get any ideas about looking under my towel. If you catch sight of my monster cock, it might just end you. Hehe.
I smiled, licked my lips, head fuzzy from beer and hunger for Jason's cock.
How big was it? I wondered.
No matter.
I would have him, all of him.
You want it, don't you? Jason chided me.
Huh? I said.
Well, if you're a good boy, you might just get a taste, Jason smiled. Might.
Right, I said, rolling my eyes, playing it off, glad Jason could not know about the butterflies dancing in my belly, the tingle in my balls.
I set my empty bottle down. We'd been keeping track of our beer bottle count, empty bottles in two separate rows on the counter. I was ahead by at least three.
You better take advantage of me being in the shower so you can catch up, I said. You've got three to go. I mean, you don't want me to outdrink you, do you?
Bah, Jason said, you know I can outdrink you. I'll be caught up when you get back, don't you worry.
Ha, I replied, we'll see.
See what? Jason sneered, grabbing his junk through the front of his towel.I bet you want to see it, don't ya?
I smiled weakly, swallowing hard.
Er, I mumbled.
You do, Jason announced gleefully - you really do! No way.Well, maybe if you ask nicely, he winked.
I tried to play it cool, but the beer buzz and thinking about his cock had me a bit unsteady.
Jason is a competitor, the kind of guy who wouldn't back down from a challenge and would work hard to win. What Jason didn't know was that he was falling into my trap. I'd only pretended to drink three beers while he was showering; I'd poured them down the drain, only having a little. Even so, I was tipsy from what I'd already drank, but not as much as he would be when he drank more to "keep up" with my phony count. I had his number, and he'd find out soon enough.
Once he was drunk, I could have my way with him, his cock in my mouth!
I couldn't wait to see the look in his eyes.
He'll be surprised, but he'll learn to love it.
Soon I'll be owning that cock, swirling my tongue over the tip, sliding it in and out of my mouth.
Jason will have no doubt who is pleasuring him, owning his cock and balls, driving him wild.
It'll be me, that's who.
Jason shot me a look and tipped back a beer.
Hurry up now, he said, you don't want me to get too far ahead now, ya lightweight.
I smiled and headed down the hall, feeling like I stood up at a bar and realized I was wobbly. I made sure to walk normally so Jason would be none the wiser.
The shower was warm across my naked body, and I grinned in anticipation, hands soaping across my belly.
All I could think of was Jason's cock against my lips and tongue.
Oh God.
My nipples tingled, butterflies danced in my belly, and I licked my thick lips.
Just a bit more beer to make sure he's mine for the taking, and then I'll have my first taste of cock!
Drying off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and took a deep breath.
Here goes, I smiled to myself, nervously turned on, stepping into the hall.
I walked into the kitchen.
More empty beer bottles were on the counter, evidence of Jason drinking at least four more. But....
There was no Jason.
What?
Where was he?
I walked through the kitchen, glanced out the window. His car was there. If he stepped out, he would not have gone far.
Huh?
I walked down the hall, glanced at the bathroom in case he slipped in there when I stepped out.
Nope.
I peeked in his room.
Nothing.
So, I walked across the hall into my room, walked over to my suitcase to grab some shorts and my headlamp. Maybe he'd gone outdoors?
My hands rummaged in socks and underwear as I bent over my suitcase.
Where did I put that headlamp?
Whoosh!
My towel was gone.
Smack! went a hand against my ass.
What the?
Hands caught me, pulling.
I tumbled naked into the side of the bed, and Jason maneuvered me across his towel covered lap.
Swat! went his hand to my bare butt cheek.
Fuck, I said, what the fuck, ass cheeks stinging.
Smack, he slapped my bare ass.
Hey, I said, mind trying to make sense of what was happening.
Crack! his hand smacked my bare bottom.
I wriggled and tried to get away, but Jason shifted his hips, yanked me back over his lap, my bare ass his for the taking.
Three spanks landed in rapid succession.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Oww! I cried with each spank, my ass stinging and burning, my mind struggling to apprehend the reality of what was happening.
Smack!
God Damn It! I snapped, rolling forward to escape Jason's lap.
He grabbed me roughly, stopping me, forcing me back over him.
Smack!
Smack!
Tears burned my eyes.
Please, I said.
Smack!
I had to do something, so I reached back and blocked my naked ass.
Jason grabbed my wrist, held my arm, and twist-pulled my arm back, leaving my bare ass unprotected.
Smack, smack.
Owww, I whined.
You little fucker, he growled. Don't you ever try to block me, understand.
What? I asked.
Smack, smack!
Yes, yes! I won't block you.
You're damn right.
Smack, smack!
Please, Jason, what the fuck, stop!
Smack, smack!
Aaah! I yelped, trying to shift my hips away from his hands, to no avail.
I tensed up, ready for the next swat, but no swat came.
Instead, Jason's hands spread out across each of my bare ass cheeks, lightly caressing.
I like your ass, he said quietly, it's fun to spank.
I looked in the mirror, and it was the strangest scene. There I was, stretched across the lap of my college roommate, naked over his towel, bare ass up.
For the rest of our stay here together, you are going to call me Sir, Jason told me. If you don't do what I say, and if you don't call me Sir, I'm going to spank the fuck out of you.
When Jason said "fuck," his hands clenched my sore butt cheeks, and I heard myself wail.
Aaah! I yelped.
You hear me, bitch?
Yes, Sir.
He pinched my ass cheeks softer this time, but still firmly, enough to make me yelp again, albeit more quietly.
Yes, Sir.
Good. When you are here in our cabin, you are naked. You put on nothing without my permission. Got it.
Yes, Sir, I said.
Was this really happening? It was surreal.
Jason's hands moved lightly across my naked back, gliding across my bare skin.
It felt good, but also weird.
A man had never touched me like that before, let alone, spanked me.
I watched in the mirror as Jason smiled, his fingers sliding down my legs and up my back.
It was like watching a movie, only it was the two of us, me over his lap, my ass cheeks red, my eyes tear stained, my face dazed.
Jason's hands cruised back to my buttocks, then one drifted down my inner thigh.
His fingers grazed ever so smoothly in between my legs, gently along my balls.
Ooooh, I heard myself moan, felt my back arch
Mmmmm, Jason replied. Very nice, Baby. Very nice. I am going to have fun with you, baby, oh yes I am.
End Chapter Two of "Turning My Tables"
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