The Decline And Fall Of Michael Christian

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Part 5:  Interlude - Bad mornings

 

Michael: 

 

The bright glare of the morning sun hit Michael’s face like a slap.

 

He pulled his pillow over his face and rolled over.  Just wanted to sleep.  Just a bit more.  He tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable. Hoping that sleep would return. 

 

But no. Sleep had slipped away in that one moment.  He groaned and looked over at the clock.  Ten o’clock.  Lucky it was a Saturday.  He wasn’t working today.  It didn’t feel like he had slept at all.

 

He sat up.  Still fully dressed from when he had crashed on the bed the night before.  His head throbbed and he felt a little nauseated.  Just how much did he have to drink at the club, he wondered. 

 

He reluctantly crawled out of bed and wandered into the bathroom.  Hauling out his cock, his pride and joy, he allowed his piss to flow into the toilet.  Something about that first morning piss always felt so satisfying.  

 

He gave himself a playful stroke but decided he wasn’t in the mood for a wank and tucked his dick away.  

 

He washed his hands and then realised he had washed away the phone number the guy had written on his hand the night before.  What was his name again?  Sam?  Steve?  No… Seb, that was it.  

 

Oh well.  Not like he was actually going to call him anyway, he decided.   

 

He glanced up and his reflection in the mirror.  Damn.  He looked like shit. His eyes red, heavy bags beneath.  His eyes squinting in the harsh bathroom light that only made his headache worse.  His hair a classic example of bedhead.  

 

He stopped.  Looked closer.  Was that?  No!  It couldn’t be. 

 

He couldn’t deny it though.  The grey hair was all too visible despite his naturally pale blond hair.  He grabbed his tweezers and pulled it out.  Then another.  And another.  Until he was satisfied.  He tossed the tweezers down in disgust and jumped in the shower.  

 

He needed to work out, get his blood moving, but he just didn’t feel like it.  He took a long, hot shower instead.  Letting the water run down his back.  

 

After towelling himself off, he picked up his phone and checked messages on his phone.  Just an email from Tommy with the picture he had taken at the club.  It was a nice picture he decided.  

 

Michael sent a text to Scott.  “Coffee?”

 

A few minutes wait before he received the reply.   “Sure.”

 

Michael got dressed and headed out the door.  

 

 

Scott:

 

Scott offered Michael a little wave as his friend walked into their favourite coffee shop.

 

“You look like I feel.”  Scott smiled. 

 

“I feel worse than I look.  How much did we drink last night?”

 

“Too much.  Maybe we are getting old and can’t handle our liquor anymore.”

 

Michael grimaced.  “Speak for yourself.  But at least you had some fun.”

 

Scott put on his poker face.  There was no way in hell he was going to tell Michael about what happened with David. “Yeah… it was fun.  How about you?”

 

Michael shrugged, noncommittally.  “Don’t know.  It was just a weird night.  Need to get a coffee… you want another one?”

 

“Sure.  Skinny latte.”

 

 

Michael:

 

Michael walked to the counter and ordered the drinks.  The twink behind the counter gave him a friendly smile… but it was just a smile.  No lingering glance, no licking his lips, no attempt at a seductive pose.   Just a smile.   Odd…. the twink always tried hopelessly to flirt with him.  “Who cares?” he told himself, he wasn’t interested in the twink anyway.  

 

“Hey!”  A voice said behind him.  

 

Michael turned.  It was the guy from the park.  Seb.  

 

“Oh, hey Seb.”

 

“You remember my name.  Is that a good sign?”  

 

“It must be.”  Michael said noncommittally.   

 

Seb leaned forward and whispered in Michael’s ear.  “Hope we get to meet up again.  I think you owe me a good fuck.”  

 

Michael felt Seb slip something into his hand.  

 

“In case you lost this.”  Seb smiled.  

Michael down at the paper… a phone number.  “Yeah… yeah… that would be great.”

 

The twink behind the coffee bar returned with two steaming cups.  “Your lattes, sir.”

 

Michael picked up the two cups.  “Well… need to get back to my friend.  Will give you a call sometime.”

 

“I’m looking forward to it.”  Seb said before stepping up the counter and ordering his own drink.

 

“So.  Who was that?”  Scott asked as Michael sat down with the coffees. 

 

“Just some guy from the club last night.”

 

“Not the freak who wanted to fuck you?”

 

“Oh god, no.”  Michael shuddered at the memory.  There was something in the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something about the freak that had seemed so familiar.  Well.  Maybe if he hadn’t had quite so much to drink. 

 

Michael didn’t want to think about the freak though.  As quickly as he could he changed the subject. “So.  You and David, huh?   Everything you were hoping for?”

 

It was Scott’s turn to look uncomfortable and to change the subject as quickly as he could.  

 

Thinking about David made Michael think he should get to the gym.  Just a bit longer he told himself.

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Part 6:  Draining

 

Michael:

 

Michael sat, alone.  His fingers tapping the desk.  

 

In the three weeks since Halloween, since that late night encounter in the park, he had not hooked up once. On Halloween night he told himself it was just a fluke.  For a few days after that, he convinced himself it was just a dry spell.  Now he was worried.  

 

Tonight, again, he had sat alone in a club and not one man had tried to catch his eye.  Hell, as far as he could tell not one man had given him more than a glance.  And he was horny.  Well.  He was always horny.  But he seemed even more so recently.  

 

It had taken a few days but he had managed to drag himself back into the gym.  But he was just going through the motions.  He just didn’t seem to have much energy.  

 

He stood.  Walked into the bedroom and opened the dresser by the bed.  He pulled out the scrap of paper.  The paper with a phone number written on it.  Seb’s number.  It wasn’t the first time he had thought about calling. But he was horny tonight.  Very horny. 

 

He picked up the phone.  Dialled.  Listened to the phone ring at the other end.  Again.  Again. He was about to hang up when the line picked up. 

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hey, Seb.  This is Michael.  From… um.. from Halloween.”

 

“Michael.  Good to hear from you.  I was just thinking of you.”

 

“Just wondering what you are up to tonight.”

 

“Not much.  Looking for mischief.”

 

“Mischief sounds fun.  Come over, we can make some.”

 

“Give me your address.”

 

Michael did.  After he hung up, he sat on the bed looking at the phone.  The truth was he wasn’t that excited to hook up with Seb again.  And he wasn’t sure why.   The guy had given what was probably the best blowjob Michael had ever received.  And Michael had face-fucked too many guys to count. 

 

But if Michael had not been so horny, and Seb had not been so clear about wanting to get fucked, Michael would not have called.  

 

Twenty minutes later and the doorbell rang.   Michael took a deep sigh, put on his best smile, and opened the door.  Seb slipped inside.  

 

The door was barely closed and Seb had his lips pressed to Michael’s.  Despite his reluctance for the encounter, Michael found himself kissing back.  His tongue parting the other man’s lips and into his mouth. 

 

Tongues intertwining.  Cocks hard.  Shirts tossed.  Belts unfastened.  Jeans discarded.  Bodies together.  Hands groping.  Breath ragged.  

 

Both men were only in their underwear.  Seb gently pushed Michael back to lean against a wall, then slowly dropped to his knees.  His lips now focused on the bulge in Michael’s briefs.  Michael looked down at the other man, so focused on his cock, and - for the first time in weeks - felt almost like his normal self.  

 

Michael watched as the other man, clad only in a black jockstrap, worshipped his dick.  

 

Seb’s mouth caressed the hard cock.  His tongue tracing it’s shape.  His saliva seeping through the thin fabric of the briefs. His fingers sliding them down and off.   His mouth returning to the hard cock.  His hot, wet mouth engulfing the head.  

 

Fuck!  This felt so good.  But Michael was not looking for another blow job.  He reached down and pulled the older man up and turned him towards the bedroom.  Seb did not protest.  

 

Their lips found each other again.  Bodies sinking down to the bed.  Michael on his back.  His dick - hard, aching - like a dagger growing from his crotch.   

 

Seb straddled Michael’s hips.  A knee to either side.  His ass sinking slowly.  His hole touching the tip of the cock beneath him.  His eyes locked with Michael’s.  And he slowly slid down. Impaling himself.

 

Michael smiled.  The slut hadn’t even mentioned a condom.  Michael didn’t care; he needed this fuck.  His eyes rolled back in his head.  Seb’s tight ring gripped him as it descended.

 

He had fucked raw before — it was the bottom’s job to take reasonable precautions after all.  And, truth be told, Seb’s ass was amazing.  The last thing Michael wanted was the condom blocking this sensation.  

 

Seb slid up and down on the hard shaft.  Slowly sinking deeper each time he descended.   His hole flexed, sending shivers of pleasure through Michael’s body.  His eyes looked on Michael’s face, his every expression.  Speeding up his motions to increase intensity and then slowing to prolong Michael’s pleasure.  

 

Michael felt his groin press against the older man’s groin.  The bastard had taken all 10 inches without breaking a sweat and didn’t even pause for a breath.  Seb still hovered above and rode Michael’s cock at his own pace.  

 

Michael wanted to shift position, to get control of the situation.  To get Seb on all fours so he could mount him and remind him who was top.  But he could’t seem to get the leverage.  Or even bring himself to say anything.  So he was trapped, barely able to move, while the other man rode him at his own pace and in near complete control of the fuck. The best Michael could manage was to grip the other’s hips to try to control the pace. Michael hadn’t been in another man’s ass in weeks.  He wanted to cum.  But Seb kept slowing down every time he got close.  It was so frustrating.  

 

But Michael couldn’t really complain.  Seb’s hole was as talented as his throat had been in the park toilet.  And he knew how to work Michael’s cock.  The motions, the sensations, the rhythms became almost hypnotic.  Seb moving up and down.  Michael’s cock sliding in and out.  Pressure to cum building, then ebbing, then building.   But every second sent new pleasures reverberating through Michael’s body.   And still they fucked.  

 

Michael’s muscles relaxed even as the sensations continued.  Their eyes were locked and Michael couldn’t bring himself to look away.  He didn’t even notice himself stop trying to roll Seb over onto all fours.  

 

Time had no meaning.  Just his cock, the other man’s hole, the euphoria, and the eyes.  

 

Michael didn’t even notice as his muscles tightened, as his balls drew up, as his breath grew ragged, as his hands instinctively clenched.  Then his dick erupted inside the ravenous hole.  

 

As the first wave of his orgasm hit, he was suddenly aware of everything again.  His hips bucked up to drive his cock deeper.  Wave after wave.  His cum gushing.   Three weeks worth of sexual frustration poured out into the tight hole. Filling it, making it slick.  

 

Michael’s body shuddered.  Every nerve in his body tingled.  His muscles reverberated as if an explosion had been set off in a confined space.  His mouth open in a silent moan.  His muscles so tight they were cramping.   Then, suddenly, relaxed.  He sank bank into the bed.  Unable to move.  Exhausted.  Drained.  

 

But Seb didn’t stop.  The older man kept riding.  Not letting Michael’s cock grow soft.  Working his hole up and down the shaft.  Shifting in subtle ways.  Slightly different positions.  His hole clenching one moment — gripping tight - and the next relaxed and open.  Sinking balls deep, raising just off the tip.  Back down.  Again and again.  Always in control.  Always controlling every motion. 

 

Michael’s cock was feeling sore.  He wanted to stop but couldn’t seem to form the words.  And so the fuck continued.  

 

Michael felt the frenzy building this time.  He was going to cum again.  Building.  Building.  Building.  And then…. 

 

Rapture.  

 

If anything his second orgasm was more intense than his first.  He ached.  Every muscle screaming for this to stop.  His cock sore from the friction.  

 

Had he been able to think, perhaps he would have wondered why he was so drained after only cumming twice.  Just a few months ago he had hooked up with a hot Aussie couple and had fucked each of them three or four times.  But the thought never even occurred to him.  

 

And still Seb didn’t stop.  Still riding.  Still working.  Determined.  Merciless.  His attention focused on Michael like a laser.  

 

Michael managed to glance at the clock.  Oh fuck.  They had been going non-stop for nearly two and a half hours.  His cock ached, the skin raw. Every time Seb moved it was waves of pain now that shuddered around his body.  

 

A strange sound filled the room.  A low moan.  Whining.  Wretched.  Pathetic. With effort, Michael looked around but there were only the two of them there.  And it wasn’t coming from Seb.   No.  It was coming from somewhere deep within himself.   No!  It wasn’t possible.  He couldn’t make a sound like that.  But he was.  

 

Seb was still watching him.  Smiling.  But there was something venomous in that smile.  Something triumphant.  

 

“Give me what I want.”  Seb said.  The first words either of them had said in hours.  “Succumb.  Surrender.”

 

Michael couldn’t reply.  He just looked up with that pitiful moan still emanating from within him.  

 

“Can you feel it?”  Seb asked without pausing his motions.  “Can you feel yourself ebbing?  Fading?  Doesn’t it feel good?  Don’t you just want to submit to it.  Find where it leads you?  A whole new experience for you?”

 

And Michael could feel it.  The room was dimming.   His vision growing dark.  

 

But his cock still hard.  Rearing towards another orgasm.  Oh fuck.  Almost there again.  Oh.   Fuck!  So close.  OH!   FUCK!    Here it comes!

 

Michael never even felt his dick erupt for the third time.  The darkness descended.  He never felt his cum erupt over and over again.  And over.  And over. 

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mmmmmm delicious that story and the two loads i just shot reading it

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mmmmmm delicious that story and the two loads i just shot reading it

Wish I was there to lick that up for you. :-)

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Part 7:  Interlude - A Lazy Day

 

Michael:

 

Michael Christian rolled over in his bed.  It was light outside.  His mobile phone was buzzing.  He glanced at the time.  2:00 PM. 

 

What a fucking night.  His body ached.  His muscles felt like jelly.  He felt like someone had shoved a straw in his spine and sucked all the life out of him… in a good way.  That fuck was his best workout in weeks.  

 

The phone vibrated again.  Michael forced himself to look at the phone again.  Text messages.  About 20 of them.  Most from Scott.  “Where are you?”, “We’re supposed to meet at the gym at noon”, “What’s going on?”, “You ok?” And so on.  

 

Michael tossed the phone aside.  He dragged himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom.  He twisted the tap.  Cold water.  He splashed his face.  Then looked up.

 

And stared into the mirror.  Was that more grey hair?  His face grey as well, his skin dry.  Wrinkled.  He had always looked younger than his age but now, if anything he looked older.  He looked, in a word, like shit.  

 

“I’m just dehydrated.”  He told himself. He needed some water or juice or something.  He wandered out of the bathroom.  Passing by the bed, he stopped... and lowered himself to the mattress.  Just for a minute he told himself.  He would lay down for just a minute….  

 

And Michael drifted back off to sleep.  

 

 

Scott:

 

Scott knocked on Michael’s door.  Sure, he was worried… but more than anything he was just annoyed.  

 

It wasn’t like this was the first time Michael had pulled a “no show” on him but he usually texted within a couple hours with an insincere apology.  It was nearly 4 PM now and they were supposed to meet at the gym at noon.  

 

He heard movement inside.  Some approaching the door.  Slowly.

 

Finally the door opened.  “Hey, Scott.”  Michael greeted him. 

 

Scott tried not to stare at his friend as he entered the apartment.  He had never seen Michael look like this.  Was that grey hair at his temples?  And just a hint of crows feet around his eyes?  

 

Michael was dressed only in a pair of skimpy underwear that did little to hide his cock.  The cock that Scott had wanted to see for so long… 

 

Scott frowned.  This wasn’t the time for that.  He forced his eyes away from his friend’s highly packed shorts.   “Are you ok?”

 

“Yeah, I’m good.  Just a bit tired.”  Michael admitted as he stepped back to let Scott in.

 

“Well, I’ve been worried about you.”  Scott tried to hide his irritation. He knew he wasn’t succeeding.  “You didn’t show up at the gym and we were supposed to meet 4 hours ago.”

 

“Four hours ago?  Fuck.  Sorry… like I said just feeling tired.”

 

Scott sighed. “Well, let me get you some juice or something.”

 

Michael nodded.  “Have orange juice in the fridge.”

 

“Ok.  Lay down on the couch.  I’ll be right back.” Scott snuck one last longing glance at the bulging package.  Bulging!  Michael’s cock was at least half hard. 

Viktor had often made little comments about that dick, how it tasted, and how it felt.   

 

Scott had been avoiding the Romanian recently.  Every time Viktor was around Scott felt ill at ease.  That night with David, calling out Viktor’s name, haunted him. He hadn’t told anyone, of course, he would never live it down.  

 

Yet every time he thought about Viktor, he felt a certain emptiness.  Longing.  

 

No.  That was silly.  He didn’t even like Viktor… 

 

Right?  

 

 

Michael:

 

Michael watched Scott leave the room.  He was glad his friend was here.  He wasn’t sick.  Just tired. So very tired.    

 

He had noticed Scott’s eyes wandering to his crotch of course.  He smiled in spite of his misery.  He adjusted his package.  It seemed impossible but he was getting hard in spite of how he felt.  He needed to get off.  To cum again.  

 

Maybe he should stretch out a bit.  Let Scott get a good view when he came back.   Scott had always wanted a closer look at his cock.  Maybe he should just give it to him.  Let him look.  Touch. Taste.  Maybe he would plow his buddy’s ass.  He knew Scott would go for it.  

 

‘What does Scott’s cock look like?’  He wondered.  He had seen Scott in the gym showers but that was with a soft cock… so didn’t really count.  ‘How did it look hard?’

 

No.  That wasn’t right.  He didn’t care about cocks.  He was a top.  He liked men for their mouths and asses.  Holes to be used.  

 

He was just horny, that’s all.  So fucking horny.  He needed a hole to fuck now like he had fucked Seb last night.

 

Seb.  

 

“Oh, did you know that Greg and Tommy are officially back together?” Scott said, walking back in with juice.  

 

“What?  Again?”  Michael laughed.  

 

Michael closed his eyes.  It was nice to have Scott here but he wished it was Seb.  Seb sucking him.  Seb riding his cock.   

 

Maybe he should call him after Scott went home?

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Part 8:  At the Gym

 

Michael:

 

Michael didn’t leave the house for the whole weekend.  And it was a week and a half before he dragged himself back the gym.  He body was looking…. well, not flabby exactly, just not as toned as he liked. 

 

And whatever had started on Halloween was still going on.  He might as well be invisible.  He hadn’t picked up someone in a bar in weeks.  He and Seb had met several times now.  Each time Seb’s insatiable ass milked him.  Taking load after load.  Until his balls were dry.  Michael was always so worn out after their hookups.  He always slept well.  

 

He couldn’t believe he had ever thought Seb was older than him.  The other man was at least a couple years younger than Michael himself.  He was truly beautiful and Michael found himself dreaming about him when they weren’t together.  

 

Michael threw his street clothes in the gym locker and pulled on his shorts and a tee.   God he really didn’t want to do this.  But he didn’t want to lose any more muscle either.  

 

The gym was busy so he started with the free weights.  Curls first he decided. 

 

“Haven’t seen you around in a while, Christian.”  A deep voice said behind him.  

 

“Hey David.” Michael grunted.  He continued his workout without turning.  David always called him by his last name in some false sense of intimacy.  

 

The personal trainer stepped around in front of him.  His eyes surveying.   “Looks like you’ve been letting yourself get a bit soft around the middle.” 

 

Michael didn’t reply.  No point in encouraging the bastard.   He hadn’t worked out in a few days but he wasn’t “soft in the middle”.  

 

 

David:

 

David let his eyes roll over Michael Christian’s body.  It was true — the other man had been slacking off his workout — even if he was mostly just trying to get under Michael’s skin.  When they first met, David had thought Michael was about his age — he had been surprised to find the other man was several years older.  Had they met for the first time today, however, he would have guessed Michael was at least 30. 

 

To be fair, though, he still looked pretty damn good.  “Tell you what.  I don’t have any clients today.  Why don’t I give you a free session?”

 

“You don’t need to do that.  I’m fine.  Just been too busy.”   

 

“Hey, it’s no problem at all.”   

 

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.”

 

From the day they had met, months ago, there had been a struggle.  A tug of war. Michael was the man everyone lasted after, the man everyone wanted.  And David was determined to topple him.  To supplant him as the top of the tops (so to speak).  It was that simple.  David had always been competitive.  He liked to win.  And now, as always, he was determined to do so.  

 

 

Michael:

 

Forty-five minutes later, Michael was drenched in sweat.  David was pulling no punches on this workout and pushing him hard.  He was on his third round of squats.   His body ached.  His legs and glutes sore.  Stretched.  Taut.  

 

Michael glanced at the personal trainer.  The other man was not looking at his face.  No.  His eyes were glued firmly on Michael’s ass.  After a moment, David pulled his eyes away and gave Michael a smile.  No chagrin there at all. 

 

“Not bad, Christian.   Let’s finish up with the bench press.” 

 

Michael wasn’t sure if David was complimenting his workout or his ass.  For some reason he didn’t seem to mind David checking out his ass for once.  It was nice not to just have everyone’s eyes brushing by him.  

 

They walked over to the bench and Michael stretched out while David added weight to the bar. 

“Let’s start with this.  I’ve seen you lift more but you’ve been off your workout for awhile.  We can add or take away weight if needed.”

 

Michael nodded.  He reached up to grab the bar… 

 

And his breath caught in his throat.  David was positioned to spot the bar and, from this angle, Michael could see up the leg of the personal trainer’s workout shorts.  The other man was not wearing underwear.  His cock hung loose inside the trunks and Michael had a clear view. Michael lifted the bar and tried to look anywhere else.  

 

He was close enough that he could smell the other man.  Masculine but sweet.  Strong.  Reassuring.  He inhaled.  Savouring David’s scent.

 

The first set finished and David added more weight for the second set.   Michael was struggling.  Maybe David was right, maybe he was slacking off his workout too much.  He needed to stay focused.  The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of David.  The bastard was too cheeky already.  

 

But Michael’s eyes had a mind of their own.  Admiring the personal trainer’s well formed thighs.  Following the view up into the leg of the shorts.  To the big cock staring back at him.  A cock as big as his own.  

 

And, to Michael’s embarrassment, his own cock was getting harder the more he looked up David’s crotch.  

 

“Come on, Christian.  Stay focused on the weight.”

 

Michael tried not look at the face above him.  The smile on the lips.  Oh yes, David had noticed the bulge growing in Michael’s shorts.  

 

“Nine.  Ten.”  The trainer counted.  His hands hovered on the barbell now as Michael strained harder.  “Come on, give me two more.”

 

Michael’s arms were aching.  He struggled to push the weight up… but it was no good.  

 

His arm was giving under the weight.   David’s reaction was almost instant.  His arms bulged as he lifted the barbell back to the the rack and stepped away.  His eyes focused on Michael’s. 

 

Michael rolled off the bench and picked up his towel.  “That was a great workout.  Thanks.”

 

“No problem, Christian.  We should workout again sometime.”   The personal trainer leaned forward.  Whispering.  “Something more private.”

 

“Hey man, you know we’re both tops.”

 

David just smiled.  That smile.  That fucking arrogant smile.  “Sure, man.  Whatever you say.  But you know where to find me.”  He turned and walked away.  

 

Michael cursed under his breath.  His arms were aching… his whole body was.  David had not held back on that workout even though it was a freebie.    

 

He headed through the locker room but didn’t turn into the showers.  He threw his workout gear into the locker and grabbed his towel.  Just a few minutes in the steam room.  That’s what he needed.   

 

Despite the thick steam, Michael could see that the small room was empty.  He sat on the white bench, draped his towel around his lap, and closed his eyes.  Yes.  This was exactly what was needed.  Steam.  Heat.  Quiet.  He felt his aching muscles begin to relax.   

 

The door opened and Michael opened one eye enough to look.  Oh fuck.  The tall, lean form that entered was silhouetted by the light outside.  But Michael recognised him immediately.  David.  There was no mistaking that body or the cocky way the younger guy stood, his towel wrapped low on his hips.  

 

 

David:

 

The personal trainer hadn’t expected anyone to be in the steam room right now.  Let alone Michael.  

 

Something had happened during that workout.  He was sure of it.  He had seen the other man staring at his crotch… and get hard as a result.  But Michael Christian was a total top… wasn’t he?

 

No.  He hadn’t expected this.  But he wasn’t about to let this moment pass unfulfilled.  It felt like there was unfinished business now.  The other man was looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights.  

 

He closed the door and sat directly opposite his rival.  

 

 

Michael:

 

Michael tried to ignore the other man but again his eyes betrayed him.   

 

David’s legs were parted enough that he could see under the towel.  That big dick swelling slightly in the heat.  Those heavy balls hanging between the toned thighs.  He couldn’t tear his eyes away.  He didn’t even notice that he was licking his lips.  

 

The personal trainer adjusted himself under his towel.  But then left his hand on his cock. The cock that Michael was so fascinated by.   The hand slowly stroking it.  

 

Michael didn’t touch his own cock but it was getting hard again.  In the back of his mind something nagged at him.  He was gay, true, but he was a top.  Why was he so fixated on the other man’s cock?  But he was barely aware of that nagging voice.  He was fixated on David’s cock.  Big. Hard now.  Was it slightly larger than his own?  He wasn’t sure.  For the first time, he wondered how it would taste. 

 

David’s eyes still locked on Michael.  His hand raised, curling his fingers.  Beaconing.   

 

Michael barely noticed his body slide off the bench until he was on his knees before the personal trainer. 

 

He forced his eyes to raise from the other man’s cock.  Up his body.  That beautifully formed body.  Sweat trickling down the abs.  The strong chest.  Those small, pert nipples.  To his face.  

 

David’s eyes drilled into him.  A mixture of surprise, lust, and expectation.  

 

Michael looked back down at the other man’s crotch.  At the bulge pushing at the towel. 

 

His hands were trembling as he pulled the towel away.  The cock, exposed now, just inches from his face.  The smell of a man, of sex, so intoxicating.  

 

He felt his back bend like he was sleepwalking.  His head lowered.  His lips parted.  And, for the first time ever, a cock slipped into Michael Christian’s mouth.  

 

The taste filled Michael’s mouth as he wrapped his tongue around the head.  Salty yet sweet. The aroma was overwhelming.  Something totally new for him.  Musky and masculine.  Thrilling.  Intoxicating.  

 

His lips wrapped around the cock.  His lips sliding down the shaft.  He wanted more.  

 

 

David:

 

David watched his cock slide into his rival’s mouth.  Stunned.  

 

Maybe he always knew this rivalry would end this way.  With one of them surrendering to the other.   But he had not expected today to be that day.  The reality of the moment was so different than the fantasy.  So much better.  

Michael was worshipping his dick.  He had won!  The rivalry was over.  He had broken the great Michael Christian.

 

He only wished someone would walk in.  Someone who could spread the word about this moment.     Even without a witness though, the torch had passed.  Michael would always know that he, David, had won. 

 

David raised his hands.  Wrapping around the head in his lap.  Gripping the hair.  Pulling him down.  Pushing his cock deeper into the hot mouth. 

 

“So I guess your rep as a ‘total top’ is bullshit.”  He couldn’t help laughing in his victory.  “You’re just another cocksucker, aren’t you?” 

 

He pushed Michael’s head down further.  Hitting the back of the other man’s throat.  Making him gag.

 

He laughed again.  The mouth working his dick was inexperienced.  Uncertain.  Clumsy.  But David had never enjoyed getting a blowjob more.  

 

“I asked you a question, slut.  Tell me what you are.”

 

 

Michael:

 

Michael let the cock slide from his mouth. Reluctantly.  Sweat was dripping from his face.  The heat of the steam or just the lust that consumed him?  

 

David’s fingers were wrapped around his chin.  Pulling his face up.  Eye contact.  

 

Shame flooded through him.  What was he doing?  Why was he sucking a cock?  He had never done this before.  Why now?  And why with David?   And why was his own dick so hard? 

 

But a word formed itself in his mouth.   “Yes.”

 

“Yes what?”

 

“Yes.  I’m just a cocksucker.”  And it was true.  He was.  He had sucked a cock.  And, even more importantly, he liked it.  And David knew it. 

 

Michael knew things would never be the same.  Not between him and David.  Or the other men who had once been able to bend around his little finger.  In this room, something had changed for him.  

 

“You want it again, don’t you.”  David didn’t wait for a reply.  “Beg for it.  Beg to suck my cock.”

 

Michael wanted to get up, to move away.  But his legs would’t move.  He stayed on his knees.  Kneeling before the other man.    His lips moving again, as if of their own accord.  

 

“Please…”  His voice was weak.  Grovelling.  It made him feel sick.  But he didn’t stop.  “…. please let me suck your cock.  I want to taste it again.”

 

“Damn.  You are a cock hungry bitch aren’t you?  What would your friends say if they could see you now? Begging for my cock?  The great and arrogant ‘top’ Michael Christian on his knees sucking dick.   There’s a first time for everything, right?  Fine.  Open your mouth.  And you had better go all the way down this time, cocksucker.”

 

Michael didn’t argue.  He bent forward and took the cock back into his mouth.  David’s hands were back on his head.  Pushing him down.  

 

He fought the gag reflex.  And failed.  Again.  And again.  Saliva dripped from his mouth.  Coating his chin.  Mucous was dripping from his nose.  

 

But David persisted.  Pushing deeper with each thrust.  Like a man possessed.  

 

Michael gave up trying to control the invasion.  Succumbing.  Surrendering.  Letting the younger man fuck his mouth.  

 

And the cock slipped past his mouth.  Into his throat. He could barely breath.  But he didn’t - he couldn’t - resist.  

 

“Yeah, you cocksucker.  Work that dick.  I’m close.”  The personal trainer moaned. 

 

Another thrust.  Wild.  Demanding.  Another.  Then the hands on his head pushed him down until his face was buried in the other man’s bush.  Balls deep.  

 

And the cock erupted.  Firing volley after volley.  Flooding his throat.  Down into his stomach.  

 

Michael couldn’t breath.  His face was turning red.  His vision blurring.  He pushed against David’s thighs.  Trying to get the cock out of his throat.  Struggling frantically.  But the personal trainer held him in place. 

 

Desperation.  His struggles fading.  His arms collapsing.  His body yielding… 

 

And finally David let him slide back.  Let him slide the cock from his throat.  Let him breath.  But he kept the head of his dick in Michael’s mouth.  Still dripping.  Still filling Michael’s mouth with the taste of his seed.  Still savouring his victory.  

 

Finally the personal trainer pushed him roughly back, off his cock, and stood.    “Thanks cocksucker.  Not too bad for a first time.”

 

David glanced down.  “Well…. I guess you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

 

The floor in front of Michael was sprayed with his creamy load.  He had come while sucking cock.  He hadn’t even noticed. 

 

“Clean that mess up.”  David ordered.  “I better not hear about the cleaners having to deal with it.”  And he turned and walked out without waiting for another word.  

 

Michael was still on his knees, the taste of cum in his mouth.  The aroma of David’s crotch still coating his face.  Without thinking, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the cum. 

 

What had just happened?  Why had he done that?  His breath was ragged.  He needed cool air.  But he waited several minutes.  He didn’t want to face David again.  He couldn’t.  

 

He didn’t even shower.  Just threw his clothes on and raced out of the gym.

[roguematrix]

*evil chuckle*

[cumluvnbottom]

Part 9:  Interlude - The Flu

 

 

Scott

 

Scott wasn’t sure why he was standing outside Viktor’s door even as he reached out and knocked. 

 

I’m just worried, he told himself.  Viktor had barely been around since Halloween. And not just from their group… Scott hadn’t even seen the model around the bars.  Scott found himself worrying about the other man.  For days he had felt he should come by to check on him.  And those feelings had finally won out.  

 

The door opened.  The Romanian was wearing an old t-shirt and gym shorts.   Scott’s eyes roamed the other man’s body. A strange shiver ran up and down his spine.  It was like he was seeing Viktor for the very first time.  

 

“Scott?  I am surprised to see you here.”  The sound of Viktor’s accent was strangely comforting.

 

 “Just haven’t heard from you in awhile so wanted to make sure you are ok.”

 

“Yes. I think I have the flu.”

 

Viktor did look pale and Scott felt a twinge of concern. “Can I come in?”

 

“If you like.”  Viktor said hesitantly.   Stepping back to let Scott enter.  

 

Scott wasn’t sure why he had wanted to come inside.  The words had slipped out of his mouth without thinking.  

 

 

Viktor:

 

Viktor sat on the sofa and gestured for Scott to sit in the chair. 

 

He was genuinely surprised to see the other man here.  Including Halloween night, Scott had only been in his apartment a handful of times.  

 

Yes, Halloween night and the so-call seance.  That is what had set this whole sequence of events in motion.  Viktor was sick but he knew he didn’t have the flu.  He was seroconverting.  

 

He had been expecting this for weeks.  He had gone online and read about the disease.  He had been sleeping with men for years but like many gay men didn’t really know much about it beyond the headlines.  He had learned that not everyone who seroconverts gets the fuck flu…. but Viktor had somehow known he would.   

 

So, consciously or otherwise, he had withdrawn from Michael and his circle of friends.  Never far though.  Watching them from the outside.  Waiting for Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself -  to make his move.  

 

He hadn’t seen the creature since Halloween.  But he had watched as something happened to Michael.  He had only seen him a few times since that night but every time he had, Michael looked more tired.  Just a little less perfect.  A bit less overwhelming.  Older.  

 

“Earth to Viktor… “

 

Viktor shook himself out of his thoughts.  Scott had moved to the couch to sit next to him.  “Sorry, Scott.  My mind was elsewhere.”

 

“I was just noticing that you framed the picture that Tommy took on Halloween.”

 

“Yes.  It reminds me of that night.”

 

Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee.   Just a comforting touch.  But didn’t take his hand away.

 

So, the model thought to himself, Michael and I aren’t the only ones who have changed.  

 

 

Scott:

 

Scott wasn’t sure why his hand was on Viktor’s knee.  But it felt… right… somehow.  And he didn’t want to move it.  

 

He gave the other man a smile and was pleased to see him smile back.  Those thick full lips.  Those sultry brown eyes. The small pattern of moles on his cheek.  God!  The Romanian was beautiful.  He was sure he had never seen a beautiful man.  Scott had always thought so…. hadn’t he? 

 

Scott felt himself lean in, his lips longing to connect with Viktor’s. But he stopped.  

 

What would Viktor think if Scott did kiss him?  Would the model let him?   Let’s be honest, he told himself.  I’ve been a complete prick. And Viktor certainly didn’t deserve the way he had been treated.    Scott felt ashamed.

 

He put his hand on the other man’s forehead. “You have a fever… you're burning up.  Have you taken anything?” 

 

“Not yet, no.”

 

“Let me check and see if you have anything in your medicine cabinet.”

 

 

Viktor:

 

The Romanian’s eyes followed Scott as he left the room.  He had been so focused on Michael that he had almost forgotten that his bargain had included Scott as well.  

 

‘Take his hatred and replace it with lust.  Give him to me.  To satisfy my desires.’  He had said, or near enough, and it looked like ‘Sebastian’ had been true to his word.  But Viktor had not imagined he would start to feel for Scott as well.  Surely this was something the demon had done.  

 

He remembered every rudeness he had endured from Scott.  It was painful.  He wanted to hurt Scott back.  But things had changed since Halloween.  He had gotten so much more than he bargained for. 

 

He would have to think this through carefully.  

 

Scott came back into the room with a glass of water, a couple pills, and a damp cloth.  After Viktor swallowed the pills, he allowed the other man to guide him to stretching out on the sofa and put the damp cloth his forehead.  

 

“You’re almost out of the cold & flu pills.  I have to go now but is it ok if I drop by again tomorrow?   I’ll bring you some more then.”

 

“If you like.”

 

“Cool.  I’ll see you tomorrow.  You have my number… please call me if you need anything.”  

 

Viktor moved to stand and walk Scott to the door but the other man insisted he stay on the sofa.   So Viktor just watched as him leave.  Scott gave him one last smile and closed the door behind him. 

 

“Well.”  A voice said.  “Isn’t that sweet.”

 

Viktor jumped up, the damp cloth falling to the floor.  

 

Zburător stood just a few feet away. 

 

“Sebastian.”  The creature said as if it read Viktor’s mind.  “You really must learn to call me Sebastian.”

Viktor sat back down on the couch, saying nothing but his eyes watching the intruder warily.  He was sure the demon looked… younger.  More vibrant.  

 

“So, my little friend, how are you feeling?”

 

“You know how i’m feeling.  My body shifts between fever and chills.  I ache.  I am nauseated. You brought this on me.”

 

Sebastian laughed.  “No, pretty one.  You brought this on yourself.  This was your choice, you made the bargain of your own free will.”

 

The creature moved closer.  “I have been keeping my side of the bargain.  You asked me to take away the dominance of Michael Christian.  And that is well underway.  He will be broken soon.  It is nearly done.”

 

Sebastian tilted to his head in the direction of the door that Scott had left out of moments earlier.  ““And as for that jealous fool… well, you can see the progress there.  Do you agree that I am keeping my word?”

 

Viktor nodded.  “Yes.  And you have done something to me... made me love him back.  Why?"

 

"Because it amuses me.  Our bargain did not preclude such a development.  And speaking of our bargain, it is time for your second payment."

 

“What do you want of me?  You have already given me this disease."

 

“You flatter me.  I just helped.  Made sure the virus took hold.  And now you will pass it on.”

 

“Pass it on?”

 

“Yes.  When your new admirer comes back tomorrow, you will seduce him.  It won’t take much as you can tell.  You will breed him.  Fill him with your seed.  And you will infect him with the disease.  The virus is rampant in you.  It probably won’t take long… but you will continue to see him and to fuck him until it is done.”

 

“I … I can’t do that!”

 

Sebastian laughed again.  “You made a bargain: any price I asked.  This is the price.  And you don’t want to know the price of breaking your bargain.”

 

“Please.. I beg you, don’t make me do this.  For the love of God…”

 

“Trust me.  God has nothing to do with this.”   

 

Zburător vanished but his laugher rang in Viktor’s ears.

[cumluvnbottom]

Quick note:  My work schedule, always in flux, continues to be unpredictable.  Will now be on the road for the next two days.... will be back late Wednesday and will push to get the last few chapters ready and posted.  Just four "chapters" left, so I expect the story should be wrapped up by the end of the weekend at the very latest.   Ok... onward!

 

Part 10:  Four Letter Word

 

 

Scott

 

Michael was calling but Scott ignored his phone.  He was nearly at Viktor’s house and Scott didn’t feel like talking to Michael right now.  

 

He had dreamt about Viktor all night.  The model’s body wrapped around his.  Holding him.  That smooth chest pressed against his back.  Lips caressing his neck.  Warm breath on his ear.  Hard cock pressing against his ass.  Had he ever disliked the Romanian?  The thought seemed so alien to him now.  

 

Scott glanced at his reflection in a car window as he walked by.  He had come from work and was still in his suit, although he had pulled off his tie.  He thought his dark hair and ‘not quite shaven’ look made his blue-grey eyes stand out even more.   He had always felt his eyes were his best feature.  

 

He rang the bell and Viktor opened the door.  The model was bare chested.  His nipples just starting to harden in the cold air.  His chest smooth and hairless except for the treasure trail leading down from his bellybutton.  The model wore a pair of old jeans — worn in all the right places to highlight his crotch.  If anything, however, the gorgeous model looked even more pale, more ill, than the day before.    

 

“You should be laying down.  You look like you are still not feeling well.”  Scott chided with a smile as put the bag of groceries in the kitchen.  “I picked up a few things for you.  More cold & flu medicine, some juice, bottled water, and a little treat.  The store had some Christmas chocolates so I picked up a few.”

 

Viktor started to speak but Scott cut him off. 

 

“I know, I know… you don’t normally eat chocolate.  But you aren’t feeling well and need a little treat.  I also picked up some groceries and thought I could make you some chicken noodle soup for dinner.”

 

“Scott you are being so kind.  You don’t need to do all this.”

 

“Nonsense.  I want to do it.”

 

 

Viktor:

 

Guilt washed over the young model. 

 

He liked this new Scott,   He was so much sweeter than the old Scott.  But he knew that — if he had not tricked the other man into the ritual and the bargain — Scott would never be doing this.  Scott was just a puppet being toyed with by forces he didn’t even know existed.  

 

I’m hardly an innocent. He thought.  I’ve used guys just as much as Michael has.  But this this is something different, something new.  To knowingly infect someone with HIV, potentially with AIDS itself, just feels evil.  Can I bring myself to do it?

 

But then again, Viktor admitted, he wasn’t going to force Scott to do anything.  Even if Zburător — Sebastian he corrected himself — had done something to lead Scott to this point, Scott surely still had his freedom to choose.  There must be something in him that had always found Viktor attractive, right?  

 

And, despite still feeling ill, it wasn’t exactly going to be a chore for Viktor either.  Scott might be just a few years older, but he was a very attractive man.  If the other man hadn’t gone out of his way to be such a prick over the last six months, Viktor might have even made a pass at him before this.  

 

He was getting ahead of himself though.  He didn’t have a plan as such. Look good.  Be good company.  See what happened.  And, if an opportunity presented itself, he would complete his bargain with Zburător.  

 

 

Scott:

 

Scott sat on the couch next to Viktor.  The dishes were washed, the kitchen was clean, and the model had seemed to enjoy the soup.  Scott was running out of excuses to stay.  But he didn’t want to leave.  

 

“Thank you, Scott.  That was very good.”  The Romanian said.  He had put on a white t-shirt for dinner but it was tight enough that it showed his chest off to good advantage.  

 

The couch wasn’t small but the two men found themselves sitting close together.  Their legs gently touching.  Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee and, like he had done the night before, found himself leaving it there.  

 

Viktor didn’t complain.  He stretched a little and then rested his arm on the back of the couch.  Behind Scott’s shoulders.  His legs spread ever so slightly.  One leg touching up against Scott’s leg.  

 

Scott heart beat a little faster.  And allowed his body to lean into Viktor’s a bit more.  The arm around shoulders moved a little closer. 

 

Scott let his head rest against Viktor.  He raised his other arm to the white clad chest.  Feeling the muscles through the t-shirt.  Tracing the nipples with his fingers.  Waiting for Viktor to stop him.

 

But Viktor said nothing.  He didn’t push Scott away.  He did nothing except, perhaps, for holding Scott just a little closer to him. 

 

Scott’s lips replaced his fingers on Viktor’s nipples.  Caressing them.  He couldn’t see Viktor from this angle, he was afraid to look, but he could feel warm breath on his neck as the other man looked down at him.  

 

Emboldened, the hand on the model’s knee moved slowly up his thigh. Resting on the satisfying hardness waiting for him there.  The palm pressed gently against that hardness.  Felt it throb in response. 

 

Fingers fumbling with the jeans, opening them. Sliding inside, desperate to touch their prize.  Wrapping around the hard shaft.   Stroking.  

 

Lips kissing their way down.  Feeling the well-developed abs.  Lower. 

 

Sliding off the couch to kneel before the beautiful man.  Thrilled when Viktor lifted enough to allow him to slide the jeans down.  Lowering his face to the crotch, barely covered now with only a pair of briefs.  Revelling in the tastes and smells of masculinity. 

 

“Scott…”

“Please… “  Voice pleading.  “Please don’t tell me to stop.”

 

Silence. 

 

Lips dragged along the shape of the hardness through the briefs. Fingers curling around the waistband.  Pulling them down.  

 

The manhood, free now, as beautiful as the man himself.  Basking in the sight of it.  Eight fantastic inches.  Thick.  Hard as a metal bar.  Foreskin drawn back but still covering the head.  Perfection.  

 

The cock slid between his lips, the salty tang of precum just increasing the craving.  Deeper.  Back of the mouth.  Deeper.  Into his throat.  Saliva dripping down his chin.  

Scott unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side.   

 

 

Viktor: 

 

Watching as Scott worked his dick, Viktor felt a thrill.  He had been an object of lust before but he had never felt as in control of another man as he did right now.  Power.  Authority.  Domination.  Like a drug that overwhelmed his senses. 

 

Scott was clearly very experienced but seemed lost in his lust.  And Viktor himself was nearly as unbridled.  He wanted Scott as much as the other man wanted him. And not just lust.  Something much more real that that.  

 

Was this Zburător’s doing?  He wasn’t sure.   And he couldn't make himself care.   

 

Scott’s mouth was amazing but Viktor needed more.  They both did.  He needed Scott to be his.  Completely.  

 

 

Scott:

 

Viktor gently pushed him off his cock.  

 

Scott looked up at the Romanian like a child that lost its candy.  He wanted that dick.  He couldn’t explain it.  He just needed it. Why was Viktor taking it away? 

 

But the model stood from his seat on the couch and leaned forward.  Kissed him.  And Scott felt himself melt into the kiss.  Tongues intertwining.  

 

Viktor’s hands under his arms.  Lifting him.  Hands exploring Scott’s body.  Chest.  Nipples.  Abs.  Cock.  Gently stoking while Scott rested his head on on his friend’s shoulder.  His breath heavy.  

 

Those hands sliding to Scott’s back.  And down.  Gripping his ass through his slacks.  

 

No words.  No discussion.  No argument. The Romanian knew what he wanted.  He knew Scott would give it to him.  And he was right.  

 

Viktor took his hand and led him towards the bedroom.  Undressing him.  Pausing only to touch.  To caress.  To stroke.  And they were both naked. 

 

A gentle guiding push and Scott was on laying on the bed.  Face down. 

 

Victor’s mouth and tongue working his hole.  The only sounds the working of Viktor’s tongue, their breathing, and Scott’s moans.  

 

“Scottie.”  The Romanian cooed as he slipped forward to rest on Scott’s back.   “I have to tell you something.”

 

He paused, as if waiting, but Scott said nothing. 

 

“I’m positive, Scottie, I’ve got HIV.”

 

Scott’s breath caught in his chest.  But still he could stay nothing.  

 

“I want to be inside of you so bad, to fuck you, to make you mine.  But I don’t want to hurt you.” 

 

Scott could breath.  He wanted this as well.  He wanted that cock deep inside him.  But he was terrified.   He was on the edge of a precipice. Ahead of him was the void.  But behind him, if he turned away, was a lifetime of regret.  He couldn’t face that.  

 

Scott’s legs parted.  Opening the way.  And Viktor’s cock, hard and ready pressed deep into Scott’s crack.  

 

Lips kissing Scott’s shoulders and neck.  The uncut cock touching Scott’s hole.  

 

Viktor pushing his cock forward.  Scott pushing his ass back into the fuck.  And Scott’s hole opened.  Willingly accepted Viktor’s hard dick. Precum and Scott’s own saliva the only lube.  Scott winced a bit in discomfort but this felt so right.  So natural.  

 

“I’m inside you, Scottie.  You feel so wonderful.”

 

Scott found his voice.  “So do you, baby.  You feel perfect inside me.”

 

Words lost again.  Just motion.  Viktor’s gentle thrusts.  Scott’s eager ass raising to meet them.  Two bodies locked together.  Becoming one.  Something neither man had ever really felt before.  Something emotional, almost spiritual, that made the physical sensation even more breathtaking.  

 

The thrusts growing harder as the two bodies bucked together.  Falling quickly into a natural rhythm.  Scott’s neck turned to kiss Viktor’s lips.  Viktor with one arm wrapped under Scott and around his chest.  As if to hold them together… as if Scott would ever let them move apart.  

 

 

Viktor:

 

Body aching, muscles tight, but Viktor didn’t care.  

 

His body coated with sweat, both his and Scottie’s.  His breath ragged.  His ballsack drawing up.  

 

The telltale signs. 

 

He pulled his lips away from Scott’s mouth.  “I’m close… I’m going to cum…. do you want me to pull out?” 

 

 

Scott:

 

Fear.  The last moment to stop.  To step away from that void, that abyss, to return to safer ground.

 

But… no.  

 

“Please, don’t stop.  I love you, Viktor.   I want it… please… cum inside me.”  And he meant it.  With all his heart.  

 

“Here is comes, Scottie.  I’ll always be part of you.”

 

And Viktor’s body convulsed above him.  Filling him with seed.  With cum.  With HIV positive cum.  

 

 

Viktor: 

 

They were linked now.  His DNA was in Scott’s body.  His virus.  

 

Viktor’s body gave way, his muscles relaxing in the afterglow, his weight resting on Scott’s back. 

 

“I love you too, Scottie.”  Viktor whispered.  He wondered when he had come to love the other man.  But it was true.  He had meant to seduce the other man but had seduced himself as well.   “Will you always be mine?”   

 

“Always.”  Scott sighed.

 

And they both drifted off into a deep sleep as Viktor held Scott tight in his arms. 

[sam_puppy]

So fucked up and depraved.... I love it

[roguematrix]

MMMMM deliciously evil and so well written loving this story line

[Jox]

Love the different take of receiving the gift refreshing and fucking hot!

 

Always look forward to your work love it can't wait to see what happens next.

[cumluvnbottom]

Note:  Hope to get part 12 up later tonight to catch up a bit on the story.  

 

 

 

 

Part 11:  Interlude - Plans Over Coffee

 

Michael: 

 

Michael tried not to stare.  

 

He took a sip of his coffee to try to hide his shock. Scott hated Viktor.  He was sure of it.  His friend had never made any secret of it.  

 

So why were the two of them sitting across the coffee shop table draped over each other like lovers?   And the two acted as if there was nothing strange.  As if their romance was the most expected thing in the world.  It was as if the world had gone mad.  Topsy turvy.  It made no sense.  

 

But then what did these days?   

 

He was Michael Fucking Christian. Not two months ago, the world was his oyster.  A man who other men craved, who could pull without so much as a snap of his fingers.  

 

But look at him now.  

 

He felt tired… no, not just tired.    Exhausted.  Burnt out.  He hadn’t been sleeping well.  And he hated his reflection.  He looked as though he had aged five years (if not more) in those two months.  The grey hair at his temples was noticeable even with his blond hair.  His skin dry, starting to wrinkle, no matter what he did. His workouts not delivering the same results.  

 

And then there was what had happened with David.  No!   He wouldn’t think about that.   He still didn’t know what had happened.  It was a one time thing.  A fluke.  But every time he thought about it, he could feel that cock in his mouth.  Taste the cum.  And his dick would get hard.  Like now.  

 

And, just another bit of strangeness, he didn’t think Scott had really seen what was happening to him.  Scott’s eyes, like the eyes of virtually all men, just seemed to slide off him most of the time.  Not really noticing him.  Viktor, on the other hand, had noticed.  There was something in his eyes when he looked at Michael now.  Awareness.  Pity maybe.  

 

“So.. um…good to see you both.”

 

“It’s been a crazy autumn.  Can’t believe it’s almost Christmas.” Scott said with a smile, glancing at Viktor.  “And I’ve got the best present imaginable.”  

 

Michael wanted to gag.  But he forced a smile.  He wasn’t sure what annoyed him more:  Scott not really looking at him anymore or his friends being so happy while he was so miserable.

 

It was a relief when the two men finished their coffee and had to rush off somewhere.   Together.   They seemed joined at the hip.  

 

His phone rang.  He glanced at the screen and quickly took the call. 

 

“Hey, Seb!”

 

“Hey, gorgeous.  How are you doing?”

 

“Better now that I’m talking to you.”  And it was true.  Seb always did brighten his day.  When Seb called it meant they would be fucking soon.  

“Flatterer.  Just wondering if you want to meet up this week?”

 

“Would love to, but have to go out of town this afternoon on business.”

 

“Unfortunate.   Where are you headed?”

 

Michael told him.  

“That’s not too far. I could meet you there.”

“That sounds good to me.”  Michael paused, old doubts about Seb returning.  “But I don’t want to be any trouble.”

 

“Not a problem to me.”  Seb paused.  “In fact, that gives me a great idea.  There is a good bathhouse there.  Let’s meet there.”

 

Michael frowned.  Despite his doubts, he was relieved the Seb wanted him — he was so horny — but he didn’t want to go to the bathhouse.  Not the way he looked now.  He wanted Seb all to himself.  

 

But he couldn’t tell Seb no.  Other than the one encounter with David in the gym, Seb was the only man who would look at him.   Not that he blamed them.  Michael knew he looked a wreck.  

 

And Seb was so beautiful, so vibrant.   Such a hot man but so mature for someone his age.  And the other man’s sex drive?  Fucking hell.  He was insatiable.  Michael craved the other man’s attentions. The last thing he needed was Seb getting bored with him.  

 

So he tried to sound upbeat when he replied.  “Sure… that sounds great.”

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Note:  Here is part 12.... note that this is the second "chapter" posted today so scroll up and read the short interlude "Plans Over Coffee" (AKA:  Part 11) above if you missed it.  Not essential but helps set the scene for the below.  Just two more chapters are this one.   And away we go!

 

 

 

Part 12:  Surrender 

 

Michael: 

 

Michael wrapped his towel around his waist and strolled out into the bathhouse. Seb was waiting for him somewhere in the building.  He wished they were back in his hotel room.  But Seb had wanted this so they were here.

 

He was so tired.  He hadn’t slept well yet again last night.  His dreams were… strange.  The idea of getting fucked had never appealed to him.  Never.  So why was he dreaming about it now? 

 

The bathhouse was busy but no one really looked at him.  He was almost used to it now.  He wandered among the cubicles.  No sign of Seb.  The dark room?  Nothing.  Had the other man not yet arrived?  

 

The next room was fairly large with an open area taking up must of the space.  Along the edges a raised platform, just a couple steps up… just high enough for a guy to stand there and have his cock be more or less mouth height for someone on the main floor.  The wood railing allowed the guy getting his dick sucked to stand without falling on top of the poor cocksucker.  Seb stood in the middle of the main floor. 

 

Michael paused for a moment — as if unsure whether to join the cocksuckers or move onto the platform around the edges of the room.  He cursed himself.  What was he thinking?  He was a top.  He didn’t suck cock.  What happened with David was just a fluke.  

 

He made eye contact with Seb then stepped onto the platform and walked around to stand over him.  Michael was already hard.  

 

Seb looked up at him with a smile.  Then his hand was on Michael’s thigh and sliding up under his towel.  The hand on his thigh pulled him tight against the railing.  Seb’s lips teased his cock through the towel for a moment before pulling it free and sliding into his mouth.  His wet, warm, wonderful mouth.  

 

Men were moving around the raised platform, moving slowly, looking for a willing mouth to fill.  There was plenty of room though so Michael didn’t even have to move to let them move by. 

 

Other men milled around, so close.  Hovering.  It took a moment but Michael realised they were watching.  They were looking at his face, his body, his cock.  Lust and jealousy in their eyes.  They wanted what Seb was getting.  

 

For the first time in months, he was the centre of attention.  And it was intoxicating.  It felt almost like old times.  It didn’t matter that these guys weren’t up to his old standards.  They wanted him.  He felt like a star as they licked their lips and tried to make eye contact.  

 

But Seb’s mouth, his throat, were too good to pull out of.  Let the other men look.  It only excited him more.  

 

Seb’s hands were on his butt, pulling him deeper into the willing throat.  And Michael obliged as those hands kneaded his ass like bread dough.  Pulling the towel up and away to get better access to Michael’s asscheeks.  

 

Damn that felt good.  So good.  His whole body was tingling.  His body was sweating but his mind felt relaxed, almost like he was dreaming but he knew he was awake.  No dream had ever felt so good.  Like laying naked in the warm summer sun as a gentle breeze danced across your body.  Awake but totally lost in the perfect calmness.  

 

Then there was someone behind him.  

 

Fingers touching his back, sliding down to his butt.  Michael tensed, started to turn around to push the other man away… but then Seb did something in his throat that sent whole new waves of pleasure through him.  He sagged slightly into the railing.  

 

‘Relax.  It’s ok.  Don’t fight it.’  It was Seb’s voice, but that was impossible.  Seb’s mouth was full of his dick.  

 

And felt the man behind him move closer.  Felt someone’s chest on his back, a hard cock touch his ass.   He could smell faint smell of fresh perspiration, the kind a guy gets when he is sexually excited.  

 

‘Can you smell that?  The masculinity.  The smell of desire.  Of Sex.  Seb’s voice again, echoing as if he were only hearing it in his mind.

 

The man behind him reached around Michael’s chest.  Fingers playing at his nipples.  Sending shivers up and down his spine.  The man’s masculine aroma surrounded him now.  And it was strangely alluring.  Intoxicating.  Only adding to the dreaminess of the moment.  

 

‘Aren’t you curious?  Don’t you wonder how it feels?  Have you never wondered?’  

 

The voice in his mind was so rhythmic.  So calm. The dreams.  The recent dreams where he was getting fucked.  Yes.  He must have wondered. He could remember being turned off by the thought.   But that felt so far away now.  Some part of him must be — must always have been — curious.  Right? 

 

The man behind him kissed across his shoulder blades. Fingers slipped into his ass crack spreading a warm gel around his hole.  Circling.  Circling.  Moving inward.  Ever so slightly.  

 

‘You are a stranger in town.  No one knows you here.  No one will ever know that you let this happen.  There will never be a better time to see what it feels like.’

 

Yes.  This was the perfect time to try.  To see how he had been making other men feel all these years.  

 

The finger sliding around his hole.  Touched the centre.  Gentle but firm.  Pressure.   This body barely resisting.  Sliding inside him.  Coating his insides with that warm gel.   A second finger stretching his tight ring. 

 

A hand on his back guided him to bend forward, to lean over the railing, to allow his ass to rise.  Seb’s hand’s, still reaching around, spreading his ass cheeks.  Cool air caressing his puckered hole. 

 

He felt confused for a moment.  

 

He had always been curious.  Right?  He had always wondered how a bottom feels when he gets penetrated.  Hadn’t he?  Hadn’t he always wanted this?  Surely he had never been turned off by the thought?  

 

Something touched him.  Something big and hard.  Touching that spot.  Pushing. 

 

But wait… he was a top.  This wasn’t right.  His body tensed, started to raise up.  He didn’t get… 

 

‘Relax.’  That voice in his mind again.  He wanted to question it, to question why it was Seb’s voice, but it was so hard to concentrate.   ‘You feel so good right now.  Relax.  Let him take you.  You want it.’

 

Yes.  He wanted this.  Just this once to see how it felt.  He thought about asking the stranger to put on a condom, but the thought slipped away.  Forgotten.  He leaned forward again over the railing.  “I…I’ve never been fucked before.”   

 

The pressure on his sphincter increased.  Pushing.  Demanding.  And Michael Christian pushed back into it.  Into the cock at his hole.  Into the fuck. 

 

The head pushed partway inside him and pain exploded.   Everywhere.  As if something were ripping him open.  He howled.  His body screamed at him to make it stop.  

 

But he wanted it.  Oh fuck.  Despite the pain, he wanted it.  And the hands held him steady.  Seb’s hands.  This other man’s hands. 

 

Michael turned around, suddenly wanting to see who was taking his virginity.   

 

The man had greying hair, an unkempt beard, and a gaunt face. with sunken eyes.  

 

Halloween… the freak from halloween.  

 

“You have no idea how long I wanted this ass.  How long you made me wait.”  The stranger said.   “So give me that hole, bitch.  Give up your cherry to me.”

 

The head of the cock was inside Michael now.  Pushing deeper.  The pain… unreal.  But something else.  Pleasure.  His body was responding to the invader.  It wanted more.  

 

“Yeah….”  the stranger grunted into his ear.  “That’s it, you whore.  Let me all the way inside.”

 

Seb was still sucking his cock.  But even that paled in comparison to the sensations coming from his ass.  His hole.  

 

And more than the physical.  Something emotional as well.  Something about giving himself to this man.  This pale, gaunt figure.  Closeness, yes.  But more than that.  Something about yielding.  About succumbing.  About giving himself to another man without holding anything back.  

 

He had never felt so complete.  He had never felt like more of a man.  Another inch pushed inside.  

 

“Tell me you want it.”  There was something so familiar about that voice.  About the way he spoke certain words, made certain sounds. but Michael just couldn’t place it.   

 

‘Tell him.’  The voice in his mind whispered.  So softly.  So seductively.  ‘Tell him you you want to feel his cock inside you.’

 

Michael’s voice was barely audible.  “I want it…”

 

“What is it you want?  Say it.” 

 

‘Beg him to fuck you.  Beg him to take away the burden of your dominance… to make you free.’

 

Michael felt something bend in his mind, his soul.  Some part of himself simply gave way.  Surrendered.  “I want you to fuck me. I need it.  I need your cock.   All of it.”

 

Another inch.  Another.  Pounding.  Relentless.   The crowd was circling now.   Watching Seb suck Michael’s dick.  Watching the stranger, gaunt and sick, pound his formerly virgin hole.  Listening to him beg for the cock.  

 

Michael could feel the other man’s balls slapping against his ass.  Balls deep.  

 

“Oh hell yeah.  All the way inside.”  The stranger sounded triumphant.   

 

The crowd cheered him on.  “Fuck that faggot.” Someone yelled.  The crowd laughed.  

 

“You want that don’t you?”  The stranger taunted him above the jeering crowd.  “You want my cum in your ass… don’t you?”

 

“Yes.  Yes.  Do it.  Please…”

 

“Don’t worry, boy.  I’m going to breed you.  Going to finish the job.  Going to make that hole into a pussy.”

 

The thrusts grew harder.  The gaunt stranger’s hands on his Michael’s hips.  Pulling him back into the fuck.  

 

The stranger’s grip on his hip was tightening.  “Going to cum inside you.  Going to ruin you.  Going to give you what you deserve.”

 

Michael’s face was red.  His eyes clenched in pain.  Tears dripping from his eyes. But his mouth just formed one word.  Repeated over and over.  “Yes.  Yes.  Yes…”

 

Michael was close himself.  His balls were drawing up as Seb’s expert mouth idolised his cock.  

 

“Here is comes….” The stranger grunted.   “… Take my POZ load!”   And his dick erupted.  

 

“POZ?”  Michael’s lips formed the word but he could make no sound… 

 

… and then the words meant nothing to Michael as he shot his own load down Seb’s throat.  His whole body seemed to quiver.  To throb.  To shake.

 

As if something were being sucked out of him.   Something vital.  Something integral to who he had always been.  

 

Going.  Going.  Gone. 

 

Michael’s body collapsed on the railing.  His spent cock, already going soft, slipping out of Seb’s mouth.  The stranger’s dick sliding from his ass.  He felt strange.  More exhausted than ever.  Weak.  

 

The stranger slapped his ass, surprisingly gently.  “I’m sorry.  I’m just doing was has to be done.”

 

Michael couldn’t process the stranger’s words.  Instead he turned back to Seb who was looking up at him with a smile.  A triumphant smile.  A cruel smile.  

 

‘You were a tasty meal, my pet. But you have nothing left to offer me.’  Seb’s voice again… but the other man’s lips did not move.  Just his voice echoing in Michael’s mind.  ‘We are done.’

 

And Seb turned.  And was gone.  The stranger had disappeared into the crowd as well.   Michael started to lift himself off the railing.  What was going on?  He needed to find Seb… 

 

But hands pushed him roughly back over.   “Where do you think you are going, slut?”  

 

Michael turned to look at this new man behind him.  The man was older, maybe late 50’s,  and heavyset.  His big belly hung over his crotch.  But Michael could only see the swollen cock under the big belly.  Jutting up from his crotch.  Big and thick as Michael’s own.  Rock hard.  

 

And he wanted that cock inside him.  No.  He needed it.  Needed to feel it pounding his hole.  To feel this man using him.  He raised his ass, offering it to this pot-bellied stranger.  And moaned as the man slid deep inside in one hard thrust.  Just the gaunt stranger’s cum for lube.  

 

“You’ve got several of us really horned up, boy. “ The heavyset man laughed.  “It would be rude to leave us unsatisfied, don't you think?  I think you have a long night ahead of you.”

[drscorpio]

This story is amazing. So erotic and so disturbing at the same time. It's horror porn. I love it!