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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART TWENTY-TWO
Po was lying next to me. His arm was round my neck and he was choking me, but in a cool way, like I was his boyfriend, or his something, I don't know. Something he possessed.
"You know you're so natural at this don't you? It's like you never had to learn," he said. "I mean, other guys I have to teach. They try but they don't really instinctively, and I have to be really firm to get them to do it right. Sometimes I have to you know or they never learn, but you do it naturally, more or less, I mean I still have to like, you know. I have to. But you're natural," he squeezed my neck and kissed my head. "You're a real find," he said. "I'm gonna use you," he said, "whenever I want to cum or fuck or take off your head."
"What didn't I do right?" I said. I still hadn't cum and I was hot for him even though he had cum so many times that night and I was like it was pins and needles all over me wanting him to touch me and wanting to touch him. "I thought ..."
"Nah, nothing. You did everything. I mean you don't NOT do anything, and that's what I like. It's just."
"Just what?"
"Oh nothing," he laughed. "You'll learn. You learn quickly don'cha baby? I mean you're an intelligent guy. You pick stuff up quickly. You read all them books," he pointed at the piles of books in my room, "and take it in. You're the cleverest person I know."
"I just concentrate," I said, realising that this really was my gift.
"Yeah. Concentrate. That's what's good. You concentrate and you learn. That's what's really good about you; everybody likes it."
"Who?"
"Everybody, I mean everybody, like the gang, cause you try so hard and they appreciate it. When I first realised you was sub, it was cause I knew you concentrate, to be the best sub."
"How did you know?"
He kicked my leg with his foot and laughed. "I don't know. I just did. Yeah, one day, oh yeah I remember, when somebody dropped something and you picked it up, like immediately even though he could have done, I thought, there was nothing to say, pick that up, but you did and handed it to him and he took it and didn't even thank you for it and you ..."
"Who was it? When was that?"
"All I remember is you looked pleased. It was John, I'm pretty sure. A few months back. That look on your face, I suddenly realised and I thought, He's sub! He's sub! And I thought, you know, I could own him! I could help him and I could own him. I could give him some help, cause fuck knows you need it, and then he'd be like this ... you know ... thing, like what you are? This sub I could fuck and order, I mean nicely, like this, but I could own him and we could be like this thing, you know?"
"Boyfriends?"
"Yeah, something, where I own you and you belong there. Boyfriends aren't like that, are they?" He laughed.
"So are we?" I said, still so hard and still excited.
He laughed and turned his head to look at me and pulled my face to his. We snogged for ages and I was rubbing myself up against him I was so excited. And it was better than Jake cause I knew Po wasn't thinking kissing me he was kissing a girl, like Jake imagined he did. Po kissed like it was me he was kissing and not some girl he wanted to screw.
"You wanna cum?" he whispered. "Yeaahh," I moaned. I was so close.
"You want me to let you? Don't cum," he said, "til I let you but not yet. Can you not cum yet?"
I tried to relax. "I I need to..."
"Ooohh yeah that's it," he whispered. "Don't cum. Not yet."
I wanted him to touch my penis but he didn't. "No not yet," I said, "I I ..."
"Not yet." He stroked my cheek. "Not yet yeah? Just, yeah? Not yet ..."
My body felt like pins and needles I wanted him so much. "I didn't think you was interested in me," I murmured.
"Do you want to cum? Do you want to cum?" he said, ignoring me. "You want to cum, you want to cum don't you?"
He let me stroke his face. I nodded. I was feeling I was getting desperate. My dick - if he touched it or anything - would go off!
"But you won't cum if I don't let you will you?"
"nnN o," I whispered. "Po ... I really ... Need ... to cum ..."
"Yeah, just hold on." He watched me intently, registering the building feeling of uncontrollable ecstasy as it contorted my face and I became like begging him gradually begging him. My whole skin was like let me let me cum please let me ...
And then I was like, don't touch me, or I'll cum ... but I didn't say it I just didn't speak and lightly kissed his face with my lips as if I said anything it would make me, and if I said anything it was only, "please. Please. Please Po. Please. Please Sir. Please Sir."
"Please what?"
"Please Sir, let me cum ..."
But I still didn't cum. His hands gently stroked my skin, one finger, on my arm, and my arm hair, touched one at a time, with him watching me, whispering, "Don't cum, don't cum ..." gently calming me but also, keeping me there. And I thought, 'is this what it'll always be like? Never satisfied?'
"You want to cum don't you?"
"Nnnghyeah ..."
"That's good. Just hold it there ..."
He stared at me like I was a universe he could see all of at once. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," I nodded, feeling the pressure back off.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," I said.
He smiled. "I know," he said, "I know."
"Yeah," I said.
I knew that if either of us moved I would cum but if we just stayed still it would be ok.
He slowly moved his hand down my chest and onto my tummy and where my dick was standing up. And he grabbed it really suddenly and held it so tight it really hurt and I kind of realised this was it. He started wanking me, still so tight it was hurting me and nodded and said, "Ok?"
"Y-yeah ..."
Slowly wanking me and then just more gently and more quickly, kissing me and saying Yeah, like, you know, yeas you can, as in, cum now, let me let you, yeah?
And then I started to cum and at first it was just ordinary but - I mean, building in my balls and like ordinary - but then it just blew, fucking, like it was a oil well. Some even hit my face. I felt it like a thick spurt that came again and again covering my chest and he laughed cause it was a fucking mess. But that was ok cause he let me, you know, so I was doing what he wanted. And when he kept wanking me and holding me like I had just vomited, even though I was finished, and I had arched my back and spurted but that has subsided and the jerking of my whole body like after effects as well, he said, like he wanted to be sure, "You finished?" he smiled.
"Yeah. Thanks." I was breathless and I could feel my face bright red. I patted the wet on my chest and dabbed a bit on my face into my tongue like without thinking about it.
"That was really good," he said. "Well done. Good man. Well done."
I felt so clever.
He scooped up some of it and let it run off his fingers and like drew a line in it on my chest, and took a bit of it and put it in my mouth. I sucked his fingers. He laughed, "You like to eat it. That's sexy, like you like to eat your own cum."
I wasn't even thinking. I just liked that he was feeding me with it, like with scoops, off my chest, into my mouth. I liked being fed.
"D'you like that?" he asked, knowing that I did. I suppose that was so cool. "I want you to do that again," he said.
"I can't do that again," I laughed. "No not now! I mean, like, again, when I tell you, not when you like to but when I let you. Sleepy?" I had yawned and now I smiled cause I was sorry, not that he was boring me!
"Yeah I am."
"Not surprising is it, all the fucking you've been doing and I don't suppose you slept much."
"You slept," I said. "You was asleep but I wasn't."
"Too excited," he concluded. "But I woke up!"
"Yeah, to fuck me," I laughed.
"Yeah. I like that when I was sleeping you was awake and waiting for me to wake up and to fuck you again like that ..." He paused. And looked at me, "You're such a sub."
I looked at his face. He was smiling. "What are you looking at?" he said.
His face was like shining. "Your face," I said.
He laughed. "You're a funny bloke," he said and strangled me playfully. "I like you." There was a pause during which we looked at each other and then kissed. "I like you," he said. "Do you like me?"
"Yes," I said.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART TWENTY-TWO