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If you have read any of my previous stories you will know that I tend to be a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a potential romance but is one that takes a wrong turn, or so it seems. And as for the ending, you'll just have to read on, but be forewarned that this is a darker and more sexual story than my usual. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.
Chapter 10
Carlos and I got together after work every day the next week. He decided to put an end to the morning blowjobs in the men's room. We had been pushing our luck by doing that every day. In the beginning I'd strenuously objected to sucking him in the rest room even though I loved having his dick in my mouth. I knew we'd both be screwed if anyone ever caught us doing that at work, but after the first few times I'd discovered that the danger just added to the excitement of it all. Even so, I didn't mind when he called a halt to it. After all, we had our new afternoon routine that included even more rewarding sex.
And the new routine did not include Jose. Carlos told me that he and Jose had had a brief talk when he stopped in the apartment to get dressed for work Monday morning, but hadn't resolved their differences. Jose still thought Carlos was easing up on me too much, treating me more like a fuck buddy than a turncoat being punished for betraying him. Carlos assured him that he hadn't forgiven me and was still totally in charge with plenty of ideas for using me, but when he told Jose those ideas didn't include him for the time being they stopped talking.
I was thrilled that Jose wouldn't be joining in our fun for a while at least, but it was disturbing to sit at Rick's bar and listen to Carlos so casually talk about being 'in charge' and 'using' me. My feelings for him had gone far past sexual, far past friendship, but apparently he was still focused on physical sensations and his little power trip motivated by revenge.
Wednesday morning when he dropped off my mail Carlos suggested I give Matt a call to arrange to get together over the weekend. He'd already said he was coming out to the house for the three-day Labor Day holiday weekend and Jose would not be joining us. I told him I wasn't sure I wanted to have sex with my friends again.
"Oh c'mon, Ry. I know the whole thing was a little embarrassing for you, but admit it. You were totally turned on by the idea of sexually servicing them. You loved being a sex toy, the center of attention."
I had actually, and I didn't deny it. After Carlos left I called Matt at work. He was with a client so I left a message for him, just that my friend Carlos was going to be visiting for the holiday weekend and we'd love to get together sometime. Matt called me back an hour later.
"Good to hear from you, man. Sara and I were hoping to see you and Carlos again before things, uh, got back to normal."
"You mean before Anne gets home."
"Well, yes. Once she's back I'm sure we won't be seeing any more of Carlos. Anyway, we're having another couple over Sunday afternoon and I think you guys would be a wonderful addition to the party."
"Another couple? I don't think that would be a good idea, Matt. I have to be very careful who knows about this side of my life."
"Don't worry about it, pal. These are regular playmates of ours and they know how to be discreet. You know them, of course but I think I'll keep their identities secret until Sunday."
I reluctantly made the date. While I trusted Matt and Sara I wasn't sure how many others who knew Anne I wanted finding out about my secret sex life. Even though these 'swingers' were good at keeping their own secrets, I didn't want to have to trust too many of them with mine.
Of course Carlos had plans on Friday, which meant I had to drive into the city again. Once again he wouldn't tell me what we were going to do but at least I knew Jose wouldn't be involved. He was going out to Fire Island with friends for the weekend. We did our usual routine of drinks at Rick's place, dinner at a local restaurant and then back to the apartment for a nap.
After we'd showered Carlos finally told me our plans for the evening.
"We're going to the Eagle over in Chelsea tonight. And don't be worried. It's a big leather bar, but definitely not a sex club. You won't be naked and you don't have to worry about being fucked by strangers. We're just going out for a few drinks."
Of course, nothing was ever that simple with Carlos. First he had to decide what we were wearing. He'd obviously given it some thought since he'd told me to bring the tightest pair of jeans I owned with me. He gave me the leather harness to wear but no shirt. He wore skintight black leather pants and the vest. Then he packed a bag for the weekend. He said we were driving across town and then were going straight home to Jersey after the club. That meant only one drink for me.
When I parked the car a few blocks from the club Carlos reached into the bag and brought out one more thing to add to my outfit. The dog collar and leash. I rolled my eyes at him.
"It's a leather bar, Ry. No one's gonna be shocked. Besides, I want everyone to know you belong to me."
I liked the sound of that. I knew he didn't mean it the way I did, but it still sounded nice. It turned out to be the normal kind of night he'd promised. We stayed a couple of hours, I had my drink, he had a few beers, we played a game of pool. Sure, he led me around on the leash but I was getting used to that.
We left the bar around one-thirty, got into the car and were soon out of the city. Carlos slept half the trip. It was the dead of night when I pulled into the garage and shook him lightly to wake him up. He looked around, puzzled.
"Where are we?"
"Home," I said without thinking.
Once inside the house we went straight to the bedroom, stripped and got into bed. I was dead tired and I had the feeling Carlos was trying not to wake up very much. He turned me onto my side, spooned me from the rear and was asleep instantly.
In the morning we slept in. After we'd both made runs to the bathroom to take care of pressing matters, he slowly made love to me. While sometimes he just fucked me, this was one of those where he took his time and we engaged in tons of foreplay before he knelt between my legs, wrapped them around his waist and slid his monster into me. He slowly longdicked me as I used my legs to pull him into me with each thrust. A couple of times he stopped, leaned over and kissed me passionately. I slowly stroked myself, trying to sense when he was getting close so we could come together. I ended up beating him, but not by much. The clenching of my hole during my orgasm pushed him over the edge and he shot his load into me. Afterwards we lay and cuddled for a while in silence.
We showered and I made a big breakfast, the kind that would have made him even sicker the weekend before. Then we got our beach things together and headed for Sandy Hook. We were able to spend most of the day on the beach. I'd built up quite a base tan by that point and by slathering lots of sun block on both of us we were in no danger of burning. Later, back at the house, we showered off all of the salt, sweat and lotion. As we were drying off Carlos eyed my body appreciatively.
"You've got a really nice all over tan now. You're gonna have to explain that to the wife."
I looked in the full-length mirror, turning this way and that.
"You're right, it looks good. I'll just tell her I've been lying out on the deck here. No need for her to know I've been exposing myself in public. But what's really going to take an explanation is this stubble that used to be my pubic hair."
I ran my hand over my pubes. While it had been almost two-and-a-half weeks since he'd shaved me, very little had grown back.
"Just tell her you had summer jock itch and the doctor recommended shaving to help get rid of the rash. You can even say that's why you were sunbathing in the nude, that exposure to the sun helped as well."
"You think of everything, don't you?"
He shrugged. "Well, when I'm the one making the decisions and you have all these limitations, I have to think ahead."
I'd been hoping to go back to that nice restaurant we'd eaten at the first weekend, but Carlos wanted to dine in. When we got dressed to go out later, I saw why.
"I brought some of my old clothes for you to wear tonight." He took a tattered looking pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt from his bag and held them up. Not only were they old and worn, they had many strategically placed rips and holes in them. They were obviously too small for me so I wondered how he thought I was going to fit in them.
It was a struggle but I managed to get the 'Daisy Duke' shorts on. Carlos had to help me so we didn't rip them any more. They probably wouldn't have fit if it weren't for the holes and cuts, letting them stretch a little extra. As it was, the fly would only go up two-thirds of the way and the button wouldn't button. The rear pockets had been removed and the largest hole was on my right ass cheek. When I reached back it felt like my whole ass was exposed but Carlos assured me it wasn't that bad. He helped get the white t-shirt over my head. The material was also stretched to the limit and didn't quite come down to meet the jean shorts, leaving a tiny bit of skin exposed around my abdomen. A large torn flap completely exposed my left nipple and ring.
Carlos stood back and examined the look.
"A belly button ring would go perfect with that outfit but it looks good anyway."
"I don't know, Carlos. Paradise is a nice club, not one of those sleazy bars in the city."
"But it's right across the street from the boardwalk and beach so it's very casual. There are all kinds of styles there, from flash to trash. Tonight you're gonna be trash."
Carlos dressed a little more respectably, although in his tight white jeans and light blue t-shirt he looked like sex on two feet to me. When we got to the club I noticed a lot of men and women giving me odd looks but I tried to ignore them and forget what I was wearing. That wasn't easy because every time we squeezed through the crowd I felt fingers brushing my exposed skin. And Carlos found a favorite position to stand with me. Instead of draping his right arm around my waist, he let it hang a little lower so his hand was resting on my right cheek, with a couple of fingers slipped in the large hole in my shorts. A couple of times I felt the fabric tear and knew the hole was getting bigger. In spite of being self-conscious, I enjoyed myself. We had a fairly typical night out and danced quite a bit. For a change, we didn't stay until closing.
When we left the club, instead of turning toward where I'd parked the car he took my hand and led me across the street.
"It's a beautiful night. I want to walk on the boardwalk."
So we went up onto the boardwalk and strolled along. There was almost no one else out at that time of night. Carlos adopted his position, his hand on my right butt cheek, playing with the hole in my shorts. The fabric tore several times and soon he was caressing my mostly exposed cheek. We stood at the railing and looked across the beach at the ocean. The nearly full moon reflected off the foam of the breaking waves. Carlos rested his head on my shoulder. It all felt so perfect.
After a while he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the steps.
"Let's walk down by the water."
He sounded like an excited little kid. We took off our sneakers when we got onto the sand and carried them as we walked to the edge of the water. Then we turned and walked up the beach. When we got to where Convention Hall jutted out we turned back toward the boardwalk. I thought we were going back to the steps but Carlos led me into a dark corner where the building met the boardwalk.
"I wanna fuck you here."
"Are you nuts? We're on the beach!"
"Yeah, isn't it hot? Don't worry, no one will see. There's nobody on the beach and we're practically under the boardwalk here, so even if there were anyone up there they wouldn't know we were here."
"But it's still in public."
"That's what makes it so hot. You've been driving me crazy all night in that outfit and I've gotta fuck you now, so it's either gonna be here or up on the boardwalk. You decide, babe."
I looked around and sighed. He was right, it was pretty secluded at that spot.
"Okay, but make it quick. We can't get caught doing this."
We dropped our sneakers in the sand and he pulled down my zipper, then peeled the shorts over my hips and thighs. As they dropped to the ground I stepped out of them. He opened his jeans enough to get his equipment out but didn't pull them down. He must have been planning this all along because he took a packet of lube out of his back pocket, tore it open and squeezed some out onto his fingers and dick.
I spread my feet apart and bent forward, grabbing onto one of the boardwalk supports, shoving my ass out toward him. He spread some lube around my pucker and began to work his fingers in. He made quick work of stretching me and soon placed his head against my hole and pushed up into me. I groaned as his long rod opened me up even more. The groan turned into moans as he began pumping into me, sliding his head over my nut.
"Better keep the noise down or we'll attract a crowd," he whispered into my ear. I stifled the urge to get vocal and silently got into his fucking. The breeze off the ocean made it all seem so unreal. When he got close he reached around me and began to fist my dick, working my load out. I wasn't sure who came first but it was close. We were both so turned on by doing it in public that neither of us was able to hold out long.
He pulled out of me and turned me around. "Clean me off, babe. I can't put this cummy dick back in my white pants."
I knelt in the sand and sucked his softening rod into my mouth, cleaning all the juices off it, leaving it wet with only my saliva. He packed it back into his jeans as I turned to pick up my shorts. Unfortunately, I stepped on them and as I picked them up I heard a loud rip. I put them on and realized the whole right side of the back was hanging loose. That side of my ass was totally exposed. To make matters worse I'd shot my load all over them so the front was covered with slimy wet spots.
Carlos checked out the damage in the dim light on the boardwalk. "It's not so bad, Ry. I'll walk on your right side just a little behind you."
He covered me pretty well until we got back to Paradise. The club was just closing and there was a huge crowd on the sidewalk in front. As we squeezed through we got separated. I felt several hands on my exposed cheek and one finger actually slid into my well-lubed hole. By the time we got through I was half-hard again and totally humiliated. We hurried the last block to the car.
Carlos grinned at me as we got in. "I'd say we timed that perfectly."
We slept late on Sunday and just lounged around out on the deck through midday, recharging our batteries and resting up for God knew what at Matt and Sara's in the afternoon.
All the way to the Jorgenson's house I was nervous, wondering who their other guests were going to be. Sara greeted us at the front door wearing a caftan. She led us to a guest room where she had two caftans laid out for us on the bed and invited us to change.
"Oh, Ryan won't need one of those. He's become quite the naturalist, not to mention exhibitionist. That won't be a problem, will it?"
Sara grinned. "Not at all. I'm sure our other guests won't be shocked."
She left us to change, or in my case undress, and went out to join Matt and the others on the patio. Carlos and I stripped down.
"Why did you say that? While I don't know who's out there, Matt did say I knew them, and now you're gonna have me walk out there naked?"
"Best way to break the ice. I know you're nervous and they probably are too, whether or not Matt told them it was you. So this will get it all out in the open right from the start."
"Yeah, get me all out in the open, anyway."
"That's all I care about, Ry. But you don't have to go totally naked. Here." He pulled a leather cock strap from his pants pocket and handed it to me. I wrapped it around my cock and balls and snapped it into place. "Might as well show your stuff to its best advantage. Let's go."
When we got to the sliding glass doors out to the patio I let Carlos go out first, hoping he would block my body somewhat. Not that he would be standing in front of me all afternoon, but... Sitting in upright chairs with Matt and Sara were Frank West, Matt's law partner, and his wife Amy. I didn't know them well but our paths crossed socially on occasion. Anne and I had been to a party at their home nearly a year before. They were both wearing long robes and from the look on their faces they weren't expecting to see me. Or maybe they just weren't expecting to see so much of me. Although I was sure I was blushing from head to toe I felt almost natural walking over to shake hands with Frank and kiss Amy on the cheek, introducing Carlos to them both.
Frank and Amy were both about forty, very average looking, and if anything I had always thought they were more conservative than Matt and Sara, or Anne even, so it just goes to show you can't always tell what's underneath that social veneer. The others all had drinks and Matt started to get up to serve us but Carlos waved him down.
"Thanks Matt, but Ryan can take care of that. In fact, if anyone needs a refill just let him know. You know how happy he is to be of service."
I glared at Carlos but noticed Matt's grin and the thoughtful look on Frank's face. I made myself an Absolut and tonic and got a beer from the fridge for Carlos. As we sat, Frank turned to Matt.
"When you said you'd found another couple to play with I just assumed it was a man and a woman. I wasn't expecting this, especially with Ryan. I'm not sure this is going to work out."
"I had the same initial reaction, Frank. Sara really wanted to try both Carlos and Ryan but there didn't seem to be anything for me in this. But Ryan was full of surprises."
"That's right," Sara laughed. "Matty was worried that there would be a big imbalance of dicks and pussies, but Ryan turned out to have a pussy that put mine to shame."
Amy gasped but Frank scowled. "I'm not doing any queer stuff, Matt. We've talked about this before. A little bit of wife swapping and some good old-fashioned heterosexual fun is what we've been doing here."
"I know, Frank. That's what I always thought, too. And of course you don't have to do anything you don't want to. But having your dick sucked or fucking a tight hole doesn't mean anything. If you want to stick with Amy and Sara, that's fine, too."
After we'd all had another round of drinks Frank seemed to lighten up a bit. Sara kept raving to Amy about Carlos' dick so she was eager for the fun to begin. When it started we moved over to the lounge chairs. At first it was all about Carlos, Frank and Matt fucking the women while I played the role of fluffer, using my mouth to keep whoever wasn't busy fucking hard. Frank agreed to let me suck him and grudgingly admitted I did it well. Carlos dumped his first load in Amy's cunt this time and of course had me eat it out. Then my ass became the center of attention. Matt fucked me and then Sara got out her strap-on and she and Amy took turns. Frank finally agreed to give it a shot and shoved his thick seven inches into me, fucking me very hard as if he felt he had to prove he was still a man even though he was having sex with another man. I used every trick I'd learned over the summer, working my ass muscles, to bring Frank to a climax inside me. I'm sure he didn't want to get off in me but I gave him no choice.
Carlos performed the final act, laying me on my back, lifting my legs over his shoulders and pounding my ass into oblivion. He had me tipped back and just threw his weight into it as he rammed his long thick rod into my hole. Everyone else was crowded around to watch that dark meat disappear in what they were by now all referring to as my boy pussy, but I never took my eyes off Carlos and he stared down into mine the whole time. The others just ceased to exist for a few minutes. When I felt his tool begin to swell in me, I grabbed my own and pumped it in my fist a few times, causing it to erupt all over my chest and belly as he exploded inside me.
Later, as we were all sitting around the table in robes and caftans feasting on steak and ribs, all anyone wanted to talk about was my boy pussy. Sure, Sara and Amy had more than a few words of praise for Carlos' snake, but they were also pretty amazed with my ability to take what I was given.
"I remember how nervous Ryan was the first time I fucked him, he was so sure it would never fit, that I'd rip him apart. Now he's got the confidence to know he can take just about anything. It's so hot watching all those dicks plugging him and knowing he's doing it all for me."
"What do you mean, for you?" Matt asked.
Carlos gave an evil grin. "Ryan's my slave. He'll do anything I tell him to do. Won't you, Ryan?" He turned toward me and his eyes and voice softened. "You're addicted to me, aren't you?"
Everyone turned to stare at me, awaiting my answer. I wasn't sure exactly what to say to that. The master and slave contest had been all in fun, even though Carlos was very controlling in our relationship. And while I knew I had to do pretty much whatever he ordered me to in order to keep the relationship going, I didn't want people I knew to know that.
"I think words like slave and addicted are pretty strong, Carlos. It's true that I love having sex with you and love to make you happy, so I'll pretty much do whatever you ask, but that's a purely voluntary thing on my part. I do what I do with you because I want to."
"As long as you do what I want, you can think of it any way you want, Ry."
Everyone seemed a little uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had turned, and Sara tried to change the subject by asking about Anne's impending return, of all things. I replied that she was due back sometime the next weekend.
"That doesn't give you much time, Ryan," Matt said.
"For what?" I asked innocently. I had been thinking the same thing all weekend, that this would be the last weekend Carlos and I could spend together, that after this week we'd have to go back to one afternoon a week after work. In spite of spending weeknights apart, we'd been practically living together for three weeks. I was dreading Anne's return, but I didn't want anyone to know that, especially Carlos.
"You've got less than a week to figure out what the fuck you're doing here, Ryan. A casual fun fling is one thing but it looks to me like you've gone way beyond that."
"No problem, Matt. Carlos and I have become good buddies and of course we both love the physical stuff, but we know the past few weeks have been like a vacation and we're both ready to go back to the real world."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Carlos watching me intently but I couldn't bring myself to look directly at him the rest of the meal. I felt like my vacation was over.
The rest of the weekend was very quiet and low key. We got in early Sunday evening, watched a movie and went to bed. We just cuddled until we fell asleep. For once we'd probably both had as much sex as we could handle for one day. Monday we were up early and went to the beach, but the weather turned cloudy around noon so we went home and stayed in the rest of the day. We were both quiet. I'd become so used to being around Carlos every day, hanging out with him, having meals with him, sleeping with him. It wasn't just the hot sex all the time. It was the whole package. I wondered what was going on in his head. I knew he was going to miss having daily access to his toy, but was it any more than that with him?
"So when does she go away again?" he asked after supper.
"Not until next year at this time."
"Shit! She doesn't go on vacation with a girlfriend or something now and then? A trip to a spa or something?"
"She's done that once or twice but nothing regular I can count on. We always go to her parents' for Christmas and she stays a few days longer than I do, but that's not really anything."
"Fuck!" He scowled and was quiet again for a long time. "Well, at least we've got this week."
"Yeah, and her theater group will be starting to work on their fall production when she gets back so I'll probably be able to go back to two late nights in the city each week."
"Two nights." He shook his head. "I guess it'll have to do."
To be continued.