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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 44
So I was glad when Po called.
I had just left my phone in my drawer by the bed on charge. So now I looked and obviously it was barmy how many messages there was! I was thinking it was strange he didn't call earlier, but it turns out he did! So did Jake! Most of the messages were just stupid. Like, Jake wanted to talk, and shop for panties and makeup! And Po was leaving voice and text. And then Luke had already left two little heart messages.
...Look, like I cared! I was serious when I said I was worn thin; I was thinned out and let it all go - once everything was clean, more or less. I mean, I still.hadn't showered so i stank of Luke's am piss so I finally got to shower, properly, until I was all nice and peachy and clean and then I had some food and drink and then I crashed, I mean, I literally crashed into the bed; I put my hand on the bed to make sure it was not too wet and then just fell down and slept; the night disappeared from my head and I was out like a light and when I woke up again it was lunch.
I looked at the bathroom mirror; the bite marks were still there, course, though ever-so slightly fainter, or yellower, or I think they might have been. I'm not sure. They looked like a rope had been tightened round my neck and released and then left and these marks, like I'd been strangled or something; I liked it. It looked cool in actual fact. In actual fact if it wasn't for that 'who the fuck had done it?' question, it was cool that I had these purple and yellow marks on my neck. I thought. I thought that possibly after another night's sleep they'd be gone more or less. Trouble is, another night's sleep was another day away and it seemed a lot could happen in a day!
Po had left even more messages - literally on voicemail - and said that was it, if I didn't get back he was going to come round and kill me!
Yeah I was, I was glad when Po called me! Cause all of this uncertainty and stuff happening had messed with my head and I think I actually thought Po would help clear things up. Like some clarity.
So I phoned him and after he'd got all angry I'd not answered him, he just hung up.
Then he phoned me again and I picked up. It's funny cause now he wasn't angry or anything. He said he missed me. He said he was sorry - but I don't know what for. He didn't know what for either; he just kept saying he was sorry like he just assumed I was angry about something HE had done and that's why I hadn't picked up. He wanted to know if my neck had cleared up - as if it could in a day! He apologised for the bite marks again but also, like he kept going on about it like he liked it.
"So when did you last cum?" And I thought back and I honestly didn't know, cause I couldn't remember. "Is your pecker stiff?" "Yeah." "That's normal. How stiff?" "Really stiff." "Yeah that's normal that is. It's normal for it to be stiff. You probably want to cum too as well don't you? Well you can't do that, yeah?" "That's ok, I don't want to cum just cause I'm hard." "No?" "Not yet." "Not yet?" He sounded sarcastic.
And I thought, I'm still not going to be able to cum cause he's still going to want to fuck me, and I'll still want it, and I won't be able to take it, cause it's that big, if I cum and my balls are dry. I just need to be like that, you know, wanting it, yeah, and needing it, and I just knew that if Po came round and I had cum I just wouldn't be able to take it. I just knew.
So I still hadn't cum. I told him. I said I hadn't cum and I was waiting for him to come round and fuck me. Which was right, you know, as in, it was the truth, wasn't it?
"Yeah well I don't want you to cum yeah ok? Cause I am coming round," he said, "So don't cum or anything." "So when are you coming round?" I said. "Right now!" I smiled and thought, 'Yeah, but how long is that? It could be hours once he gets sorted out!'
"I'll be there in ten!" And I thought, 'Fuck!' "Where are you?" I said. "I'm ten minutes obviously! Martyn Street. Just passing the Gardeners." That's a pub. "So I want you - undressed, waiting by the door; I'm coming straight in and I'm gonna ..."
The phone cut off. I think he was going to say, 'fuck you stupid', but he didn't get to. No matter. I realised I had to do some quick thinking. The bed was moist and the whole flat stank of armpit deodorant. I pulled the soggy towels off the bed and in the wash and I got a blanket and put that on on instead and put a couple'a sheets on top of that. It would have to do. But I liked that when I put my face on the bed to see if Luke's piss was coming through, I could still smell him.
Oh Luke ... It's funny how things turn out, cause I didn't know how long it would be before I seen him again and of course by then things might'a really changed. Things might'a changed a lot.
--- "I missed you," said Po.
He didn't like attack me when he got to the flat. He just stood there while I opened the door locks and then just sort of stood there when I opened the door and just sort of looked at me. I was all undressed and my dick was up, not up-up just up, like at 45 degrees or so and I just sort of stood there unsure cause as if we didn't really know what to do. I think he felt guilty or something and I felt guilty or something but I don't know what we thought we were guilty for. I just knew what I'd been doing but I didn't know what he'd do if he knew and I didn't know what he'd been doing and I didn't know if I cared or not. But I was I interested. But he didn't say anything just, "Hi" and "Can I come in?" And when I didn't answer him immediately - cause I was wondering why he asked - he said a little.bit more forcefully, "Do you mind if I come in please?" So I stood back and held the door for him. Then he grabbed me and we kissed.
I closed the door shut and led him into the room where the balcony was and then he said he missed me again. Holding him felt so good and when he groped me I felt myself kind of relax into his arms. I knew we really both wanted to do it but he was acting strange, like I was this ... I don't know, precious parcel that had to be taken care of.
After a bit he said he was parched and I made him a cup of tea and he watched me do it.
"I missed you," said Po.
By now I was erect and all I could think was, 'I want you to fuck me.' I might even have said it, whilst he was hugging me and my mouth was kissing his earlobe cause he patted my shoulders and looked at me, "Yeah, that'll do. Enough of that." He examined my neck and nodded at the fading bitemarks. "That won't matter," he said. "It's all fine. Stand there." So I stood.
He sat down in an armchair and spread his legs.
He was wearing a pair of tight blue nylon shorts that made his bulge look like a big tent, and a plain white tee that just covered his stomach, so most of the time it didn't and I could see a bit of it, like his belly button. He was so cute and horney it was electrifying. You could see his body like he was wearing nothing at all. I mean ... I mean ... Yeah?
"Are those shorts short enough?" I asked. "They're very ... small." I stood with my hands behind my back because I didn't know what else to do with them. I knew he wouldn't want me to cover my junk.
"They're swim shorts actually," he said. "They are?" "Yeah." "Are you going swimming?" "No. I've just been, and I didn't see the point to carrying anything. I swum in these and then just walked out! Didn't even need a towel." He smiled, all cool. "Didn't you dry?"
"I soon dried didn't I? I don't see the point." His hair was still wet, now that I thought about it; glossy and black like oil. "I'd wear Speedos," I said, "you know, like underpants? Under my shorts. And then I'd take them off afterwards."
"Yeah well I can't wear them cause I'd bulge out. It's embarrassing. Yeah, I know what you're thinking." "What am I thinking?"
"You're thinking about me bulging out." "Yeah. But I thought you weren't bothered of people knowing."
"Yeah but not when I'm swimming. I don't need it." I thought, 'Yeah, but you are bulging out.' But I didn't say anything. "So that's what you've been doing. I thought you was going to see your brother for this religious event. Did you go and see your brother?"
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 44