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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 4
I did ride home standing up on the train. My ass was sore but not really hurting. Actually, I was afraid if I sat down Carlos' cum might leak out of me and soak through my pants so I thought it was safer to stand.
Friday morning Carlos brought the mail into my office and actually spoke to me.
"I hope you enjoyed last night, sir. I know I did."
"Yes, Carlos, I enjoyed it a lot."
"Good, see you in a few."
And with that he turned and walked out. I assumed by that comment he would be waiting in the men's room as he had been all week so I gave him a few minutes and then headed down the hall. Sure enough, he was standing near the urinals, waiting. He pulled open his fly, dragged out his huge member and just let it hang. I dropped to my knees and began to suck it. Once again as soon as he came, he wiped his dick off on my face, patted me on the head, said, "Good boy," and left. Once again I went into a stall and jerked off, thinking of that big black cock in my mouth.
Another normal married weekend followed. Anne and I went shopping at the mall on Saturday. We went out to eat at our favorite seafood restaurant at the beach, then went home and made love. Sunday, we had three other couples over for a barbeque. A typical straight suburban life. But as we sat on the deck and the guys argued about the Yankees and the Mets, I looked at the beer can in my hand and thought of Carlos' description of Jose.
Carlos's dick was longer and thicker than any I'd ever seen, though other than my own the only ones I'd seen hard were those in a few porn movies. I never thought something that big could fit inside me without tearing me apart but it had. And while it had been quite uncomfortable, the more I thought about it the more I realized that I had enjoyed the feeling. As much as I'd always loved fucking a hot pussy, I was discovering that I really liked both the feeling and the idea of being full of a huge dick, of being fucked, of being able to satisfy a man in that way. Or maybe I just loved being with Carlos, of being able to make him happy enough to continue our relationship. I looked at the diameter of the beer can in my hand and knew Carlos had to be exaggerating about Jose. Maybe he was terribly thick, but no one could be that size. But as I continued to stare at the can, I wondered what he really had and what it would be like.
Carlos and I fell into a regular morning routine. He'd drop off my mail with a brusque, "Good morning, sir," and then a few minutes later I'd go down to the men's room and suck his cock. I was less frightened about being caught when I realized that the outer door squeaked rather loudly when it was opened so if anyone came in we would have at least a few seconds notice. Thursday morning Carlos came into the office as usual.
"Good morning, Ryan. Gonna join me for a drink this afternoon?"
"Sure thing, Carlos. Meet you out front as usual?"
"As usual." He turned and walked out without further conversation.
The way he'd talked I wasn't sure if he intended to keep our 'date' in the men's room but a few minutes later I headed down the hall to see. There he was standing at a urinal. He turned and moved to the middle of the room with his dick hanging out of his pants. I fell to my knees without a word. I took his slightly swollen tool into my mouth and was about to start sucking.
This time when his breathing grew a bit ragged indicating he was about to shoot, he pulled his dick from my mouth and stroked it, aiming it at my face. He exploded, shooting ropes of thick white cum all over my face. As he finished he grabbed some paper towels from the counter and stuffed them in the collar of my shirt.
"Better clean yourself up, sir. You wouldn't want that to drip all over your shirt." He stuffed his tool into his pants, patted me on the head and left.
I jumped up and looked in the mirror. My face was completely coated. There was even some in my hair. I took some paper towels and mopped up. Some of his jisz had dripped onto the towels in my collar but fortunately hadn't soaked through to my shirt. Getting the cum out of my hair wasn't quite so easy. When I thought I was presentable looking, I left the men's room, not in the mood to cum myself for a change.
I went back to my office and just sat and stared at the screen saver on my computer for a while. What more did he have in store for me? Was his purpose to degrade me, to humiliate me? To maybe somehow make me feel the way he must feel working in the mailroom? I realized that whatever his goal was I could do nothing about it. As long as I wanted him I would have to put up with whatever he gave me. And I was sure there would be plenty more.
Late that afternoon as we sat and drank at Rick's I tried to talk to him about it.
"You know, Carlos, that wasn't very nice what you did in the men's room this morning."
"Nice? You're expecting nice from me? I told you before, we're not friends, but as long as you do what I want, we can have some fun together. You know I like sex and I've got a slightly kinky mind. There are things I've never had the chance to do that I'm going to try with you and things I've tried once or twice that I want to do again. Your body is my plaything. I'll try not to do any permanent damage and I'll try not to interfere with your marriage or job but I intend to have fun. You may like some of what I do but I'm sure there will be stuff that isn't nice, so get used to it. It's your choice, but remember, it's all or nothing."
"You've made that clear, Carlos, and I accept that. It's just hard not knowing what you're going to do next."
"Hey, I don't always know what I'm gonna do next. Don't let it bother you. If it helps, keep in mind that I don't hate you. I should after what you've done and I don't like you and I'm pissed at you, but I don't hate you. So relax and try to enjoy yourself."
After a second drink we walked over to his apartment. Jose was in the living room watching TV.
"Hey guys, what's up? Like I don't know." He leered at me and grabbed his crotch.
"Wanna make a Ryan sandwich, Jose? I'm in a sharing kind of mood."
"You know you don't have to ask me twice, amigo. I'm always up for a little fun."
The three of us went into the bedroom and undressed. As much as I loved looking at Carlos' body, I was dying to see what Jose had in his pants. I was sure Carlos had been exaggerating. As soon as he lowered his boxers I could tell Carlos had been telling the truth. Jose was only half-hard and his dick was thicker than any I'd ever seen. He wasn't anywhere near as long as Carlos but his dick had to be two and a half inches across. It grew as I stared. Jose grinned.
"Ever had a baseball bat shoved up your ass, Ryan? You're gonna find out how it feels."
"I don't think that's going to fit, Jose."
"Sure it will. Carlos said you took his real good last week. I'll just have to push a little harder. I'm sure I can get it into you."
I looked over at Carlos and he was standing by the desk naked, lighting up a joint.
"Take a hit of this, Ryan. It'll help you relax."
I hadn't smoked grass since college but I figured I could use all the help I could get. I inhaled deeply and held it in. After a few tokes I was feeling much more relaxed. Carlos put the roach in an ashtray and told me to get on the bed on my back. I got into position and he got between my legs, pushing them apart with his knees.
"I'm gonna do you a favor by fucking you first. That should open you up a bit for Jose's dick. It's doing me a favor too, 'cause after he's done you'll be so stretched out I wouldn't be able to enjoy your ass, not with my dick anyway."
He lubed up my hole and his rod and stuck a few fingers up inside me. After a few minutes of playing with my ass, he took his fingers out and put the head of his dick at my pucker, then pushed hard. It popped in and I gasped with pain. Jose gave a little laugh.
"You felt that, huh? That's nothin' compared to what you're gonna feel when I fuck your ass. You're really gonna know somethin's up inside you."
Carlos waited a minute and the pain went away, then he pushed his dick all the way into me, burying his bone deep inside. He wrapped my legs around his waist and started banging me good and hard. Jose got onto the bed and positioned himself straddling my chest. His huge piece was fully erect now and right in front of my eyes. It looked enormous. I couldn't believe he was really going to try to fuck me with it. He moved closer and pulled the foreskin back, exposing his shiny head. I wondered if I could open my mouth enough to get it in. I stretched my mouth open wide and managed to get the head in. Even so, I knew my teeth were scraping it. He pulled it out of my mouth.
"Short of knocking your teeth out I don't think I'm gonna get much enjoyment out of that. Why don't you just lick it for it a while?"
I ran my tongue over his head, licking at the edge, tonguing his piss slit. All the while Carlos was fucking away at my hole, stretching me and opening me up for his thick log. I lay there trying to decide if this was all worth it. I loved having sex with Carlos, even when it was all his way. I didn't have any real attraction for Jose. In fact, I hated the way he spoke to me, the way he just assumed he could do anything to me. Sure, Carlos was using my body and wasn't being very nice about it, but he was Carlos. I really liked him and was turned on by him. I'd done him wrong so he had a reason to be abusive. Jose was an outsider who just seemed to get his kicks by being rude and abusive. I could just get up and walk out and not have to put up with him. But then, it would be over with Carlos as well. Although I hadn't liked the way he came on my face in the men's room and he'd been rougher than I would have liked, he seemed to be coming around a little when we spoke. Maybe in time we'd get back to where we'd been. Not if I walked out now, though, so I knew I had to put up with Jose. This was the first time he'd been invited to join in and maybe it would be the last. It was only for an evening. I could put up with that.
After a while I got into the feeling of Carlos' dick pounding my ass. I loved the full feeling it gave me and I loved the sensation when each thrust hit my prostate. Jose got tired of me only being able to lick his cock so he moved up and lowered his ass onto my face. I pulled his muscular cheeks apart and began tonguing his hole. I was just getting into it, licking, sucking, nibbling, when I felt Carlos begin to fire his load up my ass. He slammed all the way into me, so hard that he almost knocked Jose off my face. He had no sooner finished cumming than he abruptly pulled out and Jose jumped up off me. They quickly switched positions, with Carlos straddling my face, feeding me his long thick dong, coated with his cum. I knew he had just pulled it out of my ass but I opened wide and swallowed it anyway.
I was immediately distracted by Jose poking at my stretched hole. I felt like I was gaping open after the workout by Carlos, but he was still having trouble getting into me. He pressed his head against my stretched sphincter but it didn't go in easily. He gave a short, sharp thrust and it popped in, causing a lot of pain. If my mouth hadn't been full of Carlos, I would have screamed. As it was I let out a loud groan.
"You like that, huh? You like having my thick stump up your ass? Good thing, because I'm gonna ride you hard."
He didn't even give me ten seconds to get used to the pain. He just started thrusting in and out, fucking me hard like he said he would. The pain stayed for several minutes. I kept groaning and I felt tears running down the sides of my face. Brutal was the word that kept running through my head. The pain finally subsided but it never did start to feel good. Finally, he gave one last hard thrust and froze, buried deep inside me. I felt his thick cock pulse in my hole and he dumped his load in me. He pulled out right away, leaving my hole feeling raw, open and used. He got up off the bed, grabbed his shorts and looked at Carlos.
"Nice tight hole. I'm looking forward to more of that."
He turned and walked out of the room without even looking at me. Carlos pulled his dick out of my mouth.
"Are you okay, Ryan?" He actually seemed concerned.
"I don't think so. It feels like he ripped me apart."
"Roll over and I'll take a look."
I did as he said and he got between my legs and spread my cheeks. I felt him poking and prodding around my hole. He got up, went into the bathroom and came back with some lotion, which he applied around and inside my ring. His tender touch and the soothing feel of the lotion made the burning pain stop.
"No permanent damage, Ryan. Just a little wear and tear. Jose isn't usually that rough but he's been plenty pissed at what you did to me at work. Now that he's had a chance to work out some of that anger he'll probably be less forceful next time."
"Next time? He's gonna be a part of this from now on?"
"Not all the time. I like having you as my personal plaything. Three-ways with Jose are always fun though, so I'll probably include him now and then. Besides, now that you know you can handle him, you'll probably start to enjoy it."
I thought about that beer can in my ass. As much as it had hurt, now that it was over, I felt a bit of a thrill run through me that I had been able to handle it. Maybe I would learn to enjoy it, but I didn't think I would ever like Jose. His personality and attitude were a real turnoff to me. If Carlos insisted on including him in our fun I would have to put up with it, but that's what it would amount to - putting up with it. I'd have to focus on the physical aspect and on Carlos. None of this seemed to be about personalities anyway. It was all about the sex. I would have to learn to deal with that for a while.
The next morning when Carlos delivered my mail he stopped to chat a bit.
"How's everything today, Ryan? Any trouble sitting down?"
"Just a little sore, but not too bad. It was a lot worse last night on the train."
"Like I said, you'll get used to it. Say, a while back, before you turned into a shit, you mentioned that your wife was going away sometime this summer. Is that still happening?"
"Yes, she spends the last few weeks of the summer with her parents at their beach house in North Carolina. She's leaving next Tuesday."
"You don't go with her?"
Things were looking up. We hadn't talked about anything except sex since before the fight. Even though I didn't like talking about Anne with Carlos, it was something. Maybe things were getting back to normal.
"No, I see enough of her family over the holidays. To be honest, we don't get along very well."
"So you'll be on your own for three weeks?"
"Yeah, she'll be coming back a couple of days after Labor Day."
"Cool, I'll make plans." He turned and walked out of the office.
Plans? That didn't sound good. It hadn't occurred to me that he would view my wife being away as an opportunity to see more of me. Of course, I would have loved to be able to spend more time with him the way things were before I fucked up, but I had no idea what he had in mind. On my way to the men's room a few minutes later I decided to ask him.
I never got the chance because he filled my mouth with his thick cock within seconds after I walked in the door. This time it was just a regular blowjob. After he fed his long rod down my throat, he fucked my face. He pulled out until just the head was in my mouth as he started to shoot.
"Keep it in your mouth, Ryan. Don't swallow."
He shot over and over again. I was always amazed at how much he came. I knew it was barely twelve hours since he'd cum up my ass the night before. Between his head and all of his jisz, I didn't think my mouth could hold anymore. Finally, he took his cock out and instructed me to open my mouth. I knelt there on the bathroom floor and obeyed, showing him a mouthful of milky white.
"Good. Now keep that in your mouth until you get back to your desk. Then you can swallow."
Due to this new twist I wasn't able to relieve myself in the booth so I had a hardon as I left the men's room. I hurried back through the office to my desk, hoping it wasn't obvious. As luck would have it I must have passed half the department on my way. People smiled, said hello, one or two acted as if they wanted to chat. I just nodded and kept moving. When I got into my office, I quickly sat at my desk and swallowed. As soon as I did, it hit me that I could have swallowed the second I left the men's room. Carlos would never have known. What was wrong with my head? It occurred to me that doing whatever he said was becoming second nature to me. I wasn't even thinking about it any more.
Tuesday morning Carlos walked into my office at ten as usual.
"So is she gone?"
"Yeah, she called an hour ago. She was on her way out."
"Great! Meet me downstairs after work."
I had assumed that I'd be spending more afternoons with Carlos once Anne had left so I was expecting that. When I got to the sidewalk at five, Carlos was waiting with his old smile on his face. It warmed my heart instantly.
"This is gonna be so much fun. There's so much we can't do when you have to hurry home to wifey."
We took the bus up to the East Village and went into Rick's place. Rick had our drinks on the bar before we were even settled on our stools.
"So what have you got in mind for me the next couple of weeks, Carlos?" I was pretty resigned to whatever he wanted to do. As he kept saying, I probably wouldn't like some of it, but I was sure I would like some as well.
"Well, I've got a few ideas but I haven't got everything planned out. I like to ad lib, kind of make it up as I go. But I have a few fun starting points and there are a few things I'm pretty sure we're going to do somewhere along the line."
"Remember, even though my wife is away, I still have limitations. I've got to catch the last train home, for example. And I've got to be at work every day, so I can't be out too late anyway."
"Don't worry, Ryan. I know what I'm doing, most of the time, anyhow. Better have another drink before we go. You're probably gonna need it."
"Jose again?"
"You wish. No, we're going to a shop down the street. I've decided you'd look good with rings through your nipples."
"No way! How can I explain that to Anne?"
"Chill out, man! Your nips will be completely healed long before she gets back. You can take the rings out whenever you think she's gonna see your chest. You said she never does anything with your nips, so she probably won't notice the holes."
"And if she does?"
"I'm sure you'll think of something to tell her. You'll probably only have to wear the rings when you're around me. Like when you're at work. Nobody will know you're wearing them, but you will."
"So what's the point, then?"
"The point is that you will constantly be aware that you're wearing them because I told you to. You'll be thinking of me all the time."
Like I wasn't already.
After a second drink, Carlos led the way to a nearby piercing parlor. Following his instructions, I didn't say a word once we were inside. He did all the talking, discussing what he wanted done with the proprietor as if I wasn't even there. As I stood there nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I wondered what the guy must think was going on, why Carlos was doing all the talking when I was the one who was going to be pierced. I finally had an opportunity to say something when he held a tray of different rings in front of me and asked which I liked.
Before I could say anything, however, Carlos spoke up. "Doesn't matter what he likes. He's my boy and he'll wear what I like."
As I turned bright red, the guy looked me over from head to foot, shrugged and turned back to Carlos with the tray. He didn't say another word to me. Carlos picked out a pair of small silver rings.
Don't ever let anyone tell you having your nipples pierced doesn't hurt. Maybe mine are more sensitive than most, but it hurt like hell. While the proprietor was doing it, Carlos discussed all kinds of piercings I'd never heard of with him, including Prince Alberts. I knew what they were and there was no way I was going to let Carlos have that done to me. In spite of his earlier admonition to keep quiet, I started to object.
Carlos cut me off with a glare. "Like I said, it doesn't matter what you want. You'll get what I decide to give you. But for now, the nipples are enough."
I shut up and held my tongue until we left the shop but then told him to remember that I had my limits.
"Don't worry. From what he said there's no way we could have that done and not have your wife notice, even when you had the ring out. Too bad, a nice big ring through your cock would look so hot."
"I don't know how you think Anne's not going to notice these holes in my nipples. And while the rings might not be noticeable when I'm wearing an undershirt and dress shirt in the office, there's no way they're not gonna be obvious if I wear something casual like a polo or tee shirt."
"You're acting like a big baby, sir, and I'm getting tired of it. I deliberately picked small rings with small gauge posts so neither the holes nor the rings would be too noticeable. You should be thanking me, not whining. Maybe if you're really good over the next three weeks I won't make you wear them when you're at home. In any case, you've got lots of time to make up a story if somebody does catch onto them at some point."
I knew having pierced nipples didn't exactly give anything away about my sexual orientation or new behavior. I'd seen more than a few straight stud-types wearing nipple rings at the gym. But I'd always acted very straight-laced with Anne and our friends. I didn't want to have to explain a new kinky look so I decided to buckle down and try to do everything in my power to please Carlos for the next few weeks. Maybe he'd let up a bit once he'd had some time of complete domination over me.
"So are we going back to your place now?"
"You can't stop thinking about my dick, can you, Ryan? No, you're not getting any tonight. I don't want to take any chances with those rings tonight. I don't want your nipples bleeding all over my bed. You'll have to wait for the men's room tomorrow morning."
"Would it be too much to tell me what we're doing the rest of the week? I'd like to be able to make plans, you know."
"I'll be making all the plans, Ryan, so you don't have to worry about that. But because I'm in a good mood, I'll tell you about the rest of the week. I'm busy tomorrow night so you've got the night off. Thursday we'll do our usual. Friday, you might want to drive into the city."
"What will I need the car for?"
"We're going to a party and it will be late. You won't be able to take the train home. That's all you need to know for now."
To be continued...