There are only two clubs worth driving in to DC for – worth the expense, the parking hassles, and the risk of bodily harm – The Crack and Club Chaos. The Crack is a member’s only establishment that Miss Helen invited me to attend with her one weekend and which I applied for membership with before I left. Once a year, I treat myself to a weekend of depravity and decadence. If it were up to Alex, however, we’d live there. But little in life is as amazing as watching Alex when it’s safe for him to cut loose.

Chaos is a gay club with a drag show in Dupont Circle. I don’t spend a great deal of time there but it’s a fun way to spend a Saturday night as a change of pace.

Or, again, to watch Alex. I’m not sure, but I think he’s hit on most of the club at this point. He has strict orders tonight. Hand jobs only, giving or receiving – but he doesn’t have to ask permission for either. It’s enough leash to let him have the run of the place without worrying about him getting into real trouble or if he’s enjoying himself. I’m having fun just watching him. Tonight is special for another reason as well – it’s the first time Alex and I have been able to dance together.

Every so often, he pulls me onto the dance floor and tells me what he’s been up to for the last few minutes. It’s got me incredibly hot; I don’t find many guys attractive but Alex getting fucked turns me on for some reason. Maybe because he enjoys sex so much. Maybe I’m just in the mood for it tonight. I don’t know. But on the dance floor, grinding against Alex to classic Prince, all I can think of is getting him home and maybe getting to the living room couch before I fuck the hell out of him.

“That big Hispanic dude wants us both.” Alex whispers in my ear.

“No.” I whisper back, “Tonight, your ass is mine.”

“Yeah? Fag.” He teases but with a broad smile.

“Pussy.” I give in and kiss him. He responds by wrapping his arms around my waist and nearly inhaling my fillings.

“Well, you certainly have unusual taste in women.”

The voice is vaguely familiar and as I look up to tell the speaker to mind his own business, I see why.

Ryan.

What are the odds?

I let go of Alex, suddenly embarrassed. I can feel as much as see Alex’s temper flare at the interruption.

“Who the fuck is this?” his tone is barely restrained.

“Watch it.” I remind him; he has a no swearing rule. “Alex, Ryan. Ryan, Alex.”

“I thought Alex was your cousin.” Ryan was always very quick – part of what attracted me to him.

“He is.” I confess, blushing. That’s the main reason we don’t normally dance together.

“Your cousin is one of your ‘toys’?”

Alex flexes his muscles – of which he has a good many attractive ones. It’s a move that tells me he’s struggling not to do or say something stupid. “Alex, go get two martinis. One, sour apple with Grey Goose. Get something for yourself as well. Take your time.”

There is a pause before Alex says, “Yes, Sir.” And he glares at Ryan before stalking off to the bar.

I take Ryan’s hand and kiss his palm. He wants to be angry but, I think, he also wants to be seduced. Why else would he confront me? I lead him to an empty table. After we sit down, I nod my head. “Yes, Alex and I are related. Yes, we are lovers. He’s not a toy but…” I hesitate. How on earth do I describe my relationship with Alex? “…but it’s complicated.”

“What’s complicated? You fuck your cousin. He’s hot. I’d fuck him.”

I smile, “I’m glad you said that; he’ll be happy to hear it.”

He frowns, “I was being factious.”

“I’m not.” I can just imagine the two of them together. Slowly, though, I remember why Ryan and I broke up and my smile fades. “I’m sorry. Bad joke.”

Alex arrives with the drinks. He puts my standard gin martini in front of me and gives Ryan the sour apple. He downs about a third his beer in one pull then sits beside me. “Ok, Peter. I’m done. Who is this?”

I blush again. This is one of maybe three things in my life that I didn’t share with Alex. I should have but I didn’t. I take a deep breath. “Alex, Ryan is my ex-boyfriend.”

Alex hesitates. Not one muscle moves. “Come again?” His voice is very calm given that he’s about to kill me.

“Ryan and I dated for a few months my first semester.”

Alex downs another third of the beer. “Ok.” He’s jaw is strained.

“I should have told you. I’m sorry.”

“Hey. Don’t apologies. You the Dom; fuck who you want.”

“Alex.” I hate it when he says things like that.

“So I was the ‘other woman’, so to speak.” Ryan comments, mostly to twist the knife, I’m sure.

Alex leans forward, “Peter wants a guy, it ain’t my business.”

“Ryan, you’re not helping. Alex, I was lonely. I missed you. He and I … clicked.”

He looks at me, pained but fighting not to show it. “You don’t have to explain. It’s none of my business.” He looks away from me. “Ima see if-n Rico Suave over there wanna dance. Later.” He finishes the beer and walks off.

I look at Ryan and everything comes back to me.

Dating-wise, my freshmen year of college ended badly. I arrived at beginning of the semester sorry to be away from my family and after only a week, I desperately missed them all. Then, in September, Lisa died and between my own grief and Alex’s, I was pretty damaged. I had been in the student union, Columbus Day, thinking already about dropping out and going home when someone asked if they could share my table.

He looked a bit like Alex, actually. Wide shoulders, curly black hair, a seductive grin. I think I actually blushed. He said I looked like I could use a friend. We talked for a couple hours. We meet there again the next day and talked for a couple more. It was a week before I admitted to myself that I was attracted to him and another two weeks before I decided to do anything about it.

Ryan had not been shy about telling me he was gay or about being attracted to me. I just wasn’t sure about a gay relationship. Sleeping with Alex was one thing; having a gay relationship was another. Then again, maybe this is why all my girlfriends dump me. Maybe I’m not straight with a male lover, I’m gay with a taste for girls. Ryan was a nice person. I liked talking to him, liked hanging out with him. I had a feeling that I’d like sleeping with him as well.

Once we got a few ground rules straight.

We meet after class at the student union as usual. The plan was to go to the Patriot Center and watch the game. When he arrived, however, I took his face in my hands and kissed him. He melted which I find incredibly arousing – knowing that the person you want, wants you. “Dinner.” I told him after I let him up for air. “I wanna talk to you.”

I took him nearby to the first steak place I saw. I told him my sexual life history in brief – carefully editing Alex. “Top only.” I told him.

“You’ve been so tentative; I wasn’t sure what you wanted.” He said. “I like top or bottom – one day you’ll have to try it.”

“I wasn’t sure myself. But” I paused, “I want you to understand. I’m a bit spoiled. I usually get what I want – once I know what it is, at least.”

“What do you want now?” a small knowing smile lingered on his lips – a look I’d come to appreciate.

“You.” I pulled him over the table, surprising him as much as the kiss I extract did. I paid for dinner and took him back to the very large house my Grandfather lets me use.

Once in the house, it’s all my show. We stripped slowly – he kept trying to pick up the pace and I forced him to slow down.

“Peter, I want you.”

“Relax.” I held his hands again making him hold still while I explored his chest with my lips, “We have all night.”

“What happened to that shy little boy I met last month?” he moaned.

“That wasn’t really me.”

He gasped as I gently bit his nipples.

Instead of leading him upstairs, I pulled him, shirtless, into the dinning room. Granddad’s liquor cabinet was safe – anything truly expensive was locked in the basement behind a door actually labeled “No Admittance.” Between kisses, I asked him if he knew anything about wine. He answered he rather have vodka – which is how I remember Grey Goose is his preference; pouring it over each other and licking it off.

I stripped him slowly, familiarizing myself with all of him before removing the next garment. He’s bigger than Alex as I recall. I started licking his balls and smiled as his knees buckled. I didn’t have to suck long before he came, filling my mouth. I kissed him, my mouth full of his jizz – which I think was a first for him but not a last.

I wouldn’t let him undress me though – not yet. Not until we were upstairs in my room. Then I let him peel my cloth off slowly. Made him explore my body as I had explored his. Let him suck my dick until I was ready to fuck him. Then I lifted him, guided him to the bed and lay him on his back. He watched, biting his lip, as I put on the condom. I watched his face as I slid into him. Well, at least until my eyes fell shut with the bliss of it. I tried to make it last as long as I could, stopping often, changing rhythms, sometimes just lying still inside him and kissing him. When I finally let loose inside him, we both cried out.

He fell asleep in my arms – again, a first but not a last.

The next two months were amazing. Ryan was very athletic. He wouldn’t get up to swim with me – which I guess I understand – but we played whatever pick up game was going in the ‘quad’ on the weekends. He spent so much time at the house with me that he might as well have moved in. The only thing he wouldn’t do is go to church with me on Sundays. Which bugged me a lot.

Everything else was brilliant. Until November. Our first real fight. He wanted me to come home with him for Thanksgiving dinner. In Los Vegas, Nevada. I wanted to spend it with my family in Reedville – the first holiday season without Gran-gran. The first without Lisa. There was no way I was going anywhere but home – with or without him. It’s not that I blame him for wanting to go home for the holiday – I understood that completely. I just didn’t get why he wouldn’t just accept that we weren’t spending this holiday together. The fight we had the night before I left was just mean-spirited and bitter.

I got home around dinnertime Wednesday, was greeted by my parents and siblings, and nearly quit school right then. I sat down to one of my mother’s terrible meals – she’s easily the worst cook of the family – and got caught up on the latest news. When Mom asked, though, if there was anyone ‘special’ at school, I didn’t even think of Ryan and said no.

Thursday, we went to church as a family and I got to see Alex for the first time since August. He seemed subdued but not wrecked. I’ve seen him wrecked; I still have nightmares about it. We spoke on the phone and we e-mailed a lot but it’s not the same. In church, we were limited to a handshake and a hug. He had to get to his other grandparent’s house. That gave me several hours to catch up with the rest of the family before his branch made it over to our Great Grandmother’s house. Well, my Grandfather’s house now that she’s gone.

Everything was exactly the way it was every year – apart from Gran-gran. We watched the game, ate turkey, talked about various schools and jobs and the Fishery. As the evening progressed, however, I realize that I was in-between. I didn’t fit in with my cousins anymore; they all seem somehow too young. And yet, my parents generation seemed too old. I actually spend most of the night comparing college experiences with my cousin Gracie, who’s studying accounting at Chapel Hill.

Finally, around midnight, I got to spend some quality time with Alex.

“Beth says you’ve been very good since, well, since.”

He shrugged, “I been keepin’ focused on the game. ‘Tween that an’ Ballroom, I ain’t had time for much else.” We’d talked about that over the phone. School, football and dance had been pretty much all he’d done for a couple months. Little fishing, little dating. A far cry from the hound dogs we used to be.

“Maybe while I’m here, we can reward your good behavior.”

“Yeah?” he looks away and grins, “That would be way cool. Sir.”

We didn’t get a chance to, though. Between working the boats and catching up with old classmates who were also home for the holiday, Alex and I didn’t have time to ‘play’. I went back to school, more settled about leaving home but a bit physically frustrated.

I called Ryan as soon as I got to the house. “Come over.” I told him.

“I just got back myself. I’m tired. And I’m not sure I want to see you anyway.”

“That wasn’t a request.” I replied and hung up.

He was there an hour later. I greeted him at the door with a martini, a smile and nothing else. I let him top me for the first time that night. I had most of the bottle of vodka first. It was ok. Not great. Not something I have to repeated often – only with Alex. But Ryan was first.

In the morning, we both apologized for saying things we didn’t mean before we left. We spent the day wrapped around each other. For another two weeks, everything went back to how it was.

Then came Christmas and New Years and the end of the semester. After the Thanksgiving argument, we decided we’d split – Christmas in Reedville, New Years in Vegas. We’d spend a week with both families. I called Mom and told her I was bringing a guest. I told Alex that we needed to talk when I got home.

We both took our last final exam on Tuesday. We were going to spend all day Wednesday shopping and drive to Reedville on Thursday morning. Tuesday night, we curled up on the couch and watched ”It’s A Wonderful Life”.

“Will your parents mind if we do this around them?” he asked.

“If we do what?” I admit I had been drifting off to sleep.

“You know, be all lovey-dovey. Do we need to back off around them?”

“I don’t know. Hadn’t thought about it.” I chuckled. “I’m more wondering how I’m gonna keep Beth’s hands offa you.”

“Not to worry, I don’t like fish. And,” He rolled over in my arms and kissed my chin.“I love you.”

I chuckled again. In retrospect, I should have paid more attention.

“Hey.” He said more insistently.

“What?” I tried to push him back down to the warm, comfortable position we had been in but he resisted.

“I thought that was worth some kind of response.”

I missed it. “Sorry. We own a fishery; the pussy-fish joke is played.”

He sat up and looked at me. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What? Beth? I’m kidding. She’s…”

“I said ‘I love you’. thought you might respond to that.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I had fun with Ryan. I liked him. I may even have loved him. As a friend, as a playmate. But not as a permanent partner, not a spouse. It occurred to me at that moment that I still was looking for the right woman. All through my relationship with Ryan, I had not stopped looking at women or looking for the right one. I was just relieving my physical needs with Ryan. Using him.

“Oh. God. Ryan.” I tried to think of something considerate to say. “I’m sorry. I’m not gay.”

The look on his face is another one I won’t ever forget.

I sat up and reached for him but he pulled away. “That was stupid…” I started.

“Yes, it was.”

“…I mean, I’m bi but I definitely prefer women. I’m sorry, but I do.”

“So what was this? Some game?”

“Look, Ryan, I’m not trying to hurt you. I love being with you but – but – I’m just – not in love with you.”

“We practically live together. You made a great big deal about me meeting your family.”

I laughed – I didn’t mean to, but I did. “I make a great big deal out of everyone meeting my family; I can’t wait for you to meet my father. And my Uncle Marcus – you’ll love Marcus.”

“As much as I love you?”

“Ryan…” I put my arms around him then and he let me hold him. We watched Jimmy Stewart give an angel his wings in a silence that grew colder by the moment. When it ended, he pushed me away and went upstairs to the guest room, which was his room. Not my room, which was our room.

I waited about an hour before I went and knocked on the door. “Come to bed now, Ryan. You’re being too sensitive about this.”

He did open the door then. “Do I look like toy?”

If this were Alex, I’d have said ‘yes’ but I had a feeling that Ryan would not have had a sense of humor about it. “No, you don’t.”

“Good.” Then he slammed the door in my face I which point I went back to my room.

The next morning, Ryan moved out. I hadn’t realized how much of his stuff was there until I noticed how much he took with him when he left. I stopped him at the car. “Ryan. Don’t do this. Come in. We’ll talk, we’ll have breakfast, we’ll make love. You’ll see; it will be ok.”

“Peter, you can’t talk me out of being in love with you.”

“I’m not trying to…”

“Yes, you are. You want me to just do what you tell me to. Just be a good little ‘pet’ and follow along.”

“You’re not a…”

“Everyone’s a pet to you. I spent the night thinking about it. I had thought all the flirting with girls was just because you weren’t entirely comfortable being out. But you were toying with them just as much as you toyed with me. Well, I’m not your pet and I’m not your toy and I’m not playing games. If I go back in there, it’s because I’m your lover and your partner and if that’s not it then…” he stopped with a slight tremor and looked at me.

This was the moment I was supposed to take him in my arms and say that I wanted him to be mine forever. I almost said it just to keep from breaking his heart. But I looked in his eyes and knew we both knew the truth.

I held his face in my hands and kissed him softly. “You are an amazing man. Really. Totally. And one day, you’re gonna to meet someone who thinks you are the whole world. But it’s not me. I’m really sorry. But, I’m not gonna to promise you something that’s never gonna happen. You don’t have to go.”

“Yes, I do.” He said and got in the car. I realized later that it was in spirit, the same speech that Melissa gave me after graduation. I felt like shit after she said it; I can’t imagine Ryan felt any better. And if Missy felt like this after she told me, I owe her an apology. It was as hard to say as it was to hear.

I got my Christmas shopping done early. Ryan refused to answer any of my calls. Finally, I just left for Reedville Wednesday night. Thursday morning, when my phone rang, I was on the boat with Dad, Alex and Uncle George for the early run so I was not at my best.

“Make it quick.” Was how I answered.

“Where are you?” Even over the bad connection, Ryan sounded pissed off.

“The middle of the Chesapeake Bay. What up?”

There was silence and I thought the call had dropped but then very clearly he said, “I hope you drown.” And hung up.

“What was that?” Dad asked.

“I, uh, just got dumped.”

“At six am. Harsh.” Alex shook his head.

“You wanna talk ‘bout it?” Uncle George asked. I shook my head; definitely not. “Then you an’ Chuck get them nets up. Al, get the table. Too damn cold out here.”

“Shit, yeah.” Dad said. We all went back to work and that was the last I heard from him. Practically, it was the last I saw of him as well. He seemed to disappear from campus and in the middle of the next semester, I met Yvette.

I can’t help smiling as I look at him. He’s gorgeous. No wonder I couldn’t keep my hands off him.

“What?” he asks sipping his drink.

“I forgot how gorgeous you are.” He doesn’t want to be flattered by that, but he is. “You look good. I mean overall – like you been taking care of yourself.”

“I still work out daily. Eat right.” He sips his drink again. “So. Are you playing games again or have you finally admitted the truth and come out all the way?”

I knew he was going to ask that. “Actually, Alex and I are celebrating. Sort of a last hurrah. I’m engaged. Yvette’s moving in with us next week and we’re getting married in October.”

He looks uncomfortable. “Oh.” He takes another sip. “Does she know about your toy collection?”

“You were not a toy, Ryan.” He shrugs. “She knows about Alex. She understands.”

“Well. An amazing woman. I’m certain you’ll be very happy.” He stands up to leave but I head him off.

“Sit. We were friends first, Ryan. I’d hate to think that was completely lost.” He sits again. “Are you seeing anyone?”

He blushes and looks around, “Actually, yes. I’m supposed to be meeting him here. I didn’t expect to see you.”

“That makes two of us.”

“He’s a very considerate lover.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

He looks up then past me, shocked, “Your family doesn’t believe in restraint, does it?”

I look around. Alex has yet another guy pinned to the nearest wall. “Alex? Definitely not.” I also see another man look at our table and head toward us. He a tall thin black man, whom I don’t recognize but clearly – by the sudden smile on his face – Ryan does. “You’re new friend?”

Ryan doesn’t answer just stands up to meet him. “Scott, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine. This is Peter. Peter, Scott.”

I stand, shake hands and exchange the standard pleasantries. We chat for another few minutes before Scott leads Ryan off and I sit by myself for a minute and finish my drink. Alex finally wanders over to me.

“I’m pretty pissed at you.” He leans over me and if he weren’t so trashed it would be intimidating.

“You have a right ta be.” I pull him down and kiss him softly. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

The very position gives me the idea. “How ‘bout I be the sub for the weekend? Just til Vette moves in. You can use me – abuse me – however you want. Uh, no permanent marks, right?”

He leans down further, “Startin’ when?”

I know this is a bad idea but I’m a little trashed myself, “Now.”

His face goes serious as he actually contemplates the idea; he’s not as drunk as I thought. “Gimme yo’ watch.” He says finally. I’m not sure why he asks for it but I hand it to him. He puts it in his pocket. “You on my time now. Don’t be askin’ if-n we late. Clear?”

Alex is perpetually late, whereas I’m usually early. Taking my watch and forcing me to just deal with it will drive me crazy. I hate being late. “Clear. Sir.” I say.

“Don’t call me that; that’s your rule. Call me…” he thinks for a minute then gets a devious grin, “…call me ‘Sexy’.”

“Alex…” he lifts his eyebrows and I roll my eyes, “Sexy, I can’t call you ‘sexy’ all weekend.”

“You best learn to less’on you wanna get spanked in public.”

“Al-Sexy, you wouldn’t.”

“See that drag queen over there?” I look at the very large man in a dress on the stage. “Ten-to-one says I can get him ta spank you without even buying him a drink. Yo’ ass, publicly displayed. Oh yeah. Come on, boy. You getting’ spanked.”

He tries to pull me out of the chair but I pull back, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Alex – Sexy, come on. I know I said whatever you want but…”

“You gonna back on this already? Or too chicken ta try it the other way. Tell you what, you say ‘peanut butter’ an’ I’ll back off. Deal?”

The truth is I am already chickening out. I don’t have Alex’s nerve which is why I like being in control. But I’ve known Alex his entire life and I know one thing is true. He likes pushing the envelope but he wants everyone happy in the end. He’ll honor the safe word. He won’t really hurt me. My heart’s pounding with mild panic but I say, “Just don’t let him actually hurt me, Sexy.”

He grabs my arm, “Oh, ain’t nobody gonna do that but me.” He all but drags me over to the stage and whispers to Shina Turner who has arms like lead pipes.

Shina picks up the microphone. ‘She’ announces that I’ve been a bad boy. I have never been more embarrassed in my life. Alex grins at me over his beer and somewhere in the crowd, no doubt, Ryan is watching this. And laughing.

They have a runway style strut-off – Alex picks the winner who gets to spank me. Alex is enjoying this far too much. As is the crowd. When it’s all said and done, I get 15 whacks – bare hand, bare butt – from Scott. Afterward, Ryan and Alex shake hands and Scott looks immensely pleased with himself. For the rest of the night comments about my ass follow me around. I have to stand through it – it really does hurt too much to sit down.

Alex pushes me into a corner and nuzzles my neck. I run hot and cold simultaneously from the heat of his touch and the pain in my butt. “That was so fuckin’ hot, I can’t tell you.” He rubs my crotch with his leg while rubbing his against mine. I’m harder than I thought I would be. “Ima fuck you soon as I get you home. Ima bend you ova the couch an’ bang that pretty pink ass uh yo’s.”

My breath is actually short. “Top, Al-Sexy. I don’t like being bottom.”

His hand hits the wall next to my head. It actually makes me jump. “I ask you what you like?”

“No.” I can’t help grinning. It’s like a good movie; you know it’s fiction but you respond anyway.

“Say it. Tell me what Ima do to ya.”

I cannot believe I am getting so in to this. “You gonna take me home, Sexy, an’ you gonna bend me over the couch and you gonna fuck my ass.”

“Oh yeah.” He kisses me hard. “Go dance. I wanna watch that ass move.”

He lets me go and I go out on the dance floor. I am so turned on, I can barely breath. We wind up there until the place closes – I stop drinking, since I have to drive but he paws me and taunts me and generally dominates me until I am shaking.

In the bathroom of the club, he shoves me against the wall, facing it. Men are coming in and out trying not to notice the attack that’s happening inches from the sink. I’m facing away from the mirror, looking at the door of the only stall as Alex hisses in my ear. “You don’t know how long I wan’ed ta take you. Make you my bitch.” He’s hard and rubbing against me. I want him enough to let him do it here if he asks. “Hey,” he yells out, “anybody know where the nearest hotel at?”

They did. He takes me there instead of going home. “Get a room.” He tells me. I do. The clerk gives me a disapproving look – I don’t know if it’s the clear sexual intention or the gay sexual intention that annoys him but it’s humiliating and exciting at once. I never do things this blatant – mostly because it wouldn’t bother Alex. He can’t be embarrassed by public displays, not once we graduated high school, not outside of Reedville. But I usually try to be a little more discrete. Even with Yvette, I keep such behavior behind closed doors. Alex is making me be much more open than I’d like to be; it is very hard not to simply stop and go back to normal. But when I pick up the key, Alex grabs my arm and drags me to the elevator. And once in the brief privacy, Alex pulls off my belt.

“I might need this in uh minute.” He says with me shoved into the corner. He pushes his hand down the front of my pants and gives my dick a firm squeeze. My eyes fall shut – until he yanks me forward as the doors open. I find our room quickly.

Standing in the doorway, I barely have time to lock the door before Alex shoves me against it. “Get ‘em off or Ima rip ‘em.”

I drop my pants and my shorts as fast as I can. Alex’s thumb slips into my ass as my clothing hits the floor. “Sexy, please.” I pant, “Not dry.”

“Hey, sub, I wanna fuck you dry, Ima do it.” The open zipper of his pants is rubbing painfully against my sore ass and he twists his thumb inside me. “You tryin’ ta tell me what I can’t do to yo’ ass?”

“N-no, Sexy.”

He rams his thumb into me a couple more times. “That’s right.” he pulls his thumb out and turns me around, “Hey sub, suck mah dick.”

“Yes, sexy.” I get on my knees and he shoves his cock into my mouth, ramming my head loudly against the door. I squeal but Alex only grabs a handful of my hair and fucks my mouth harder.

“Oh yeah, suck it.” He moans. To try and slow down his stroke, I grab his ass and slip two fingers inside him. He picks up the pace, “Oh fuck yeah. You wanna drink it, sub? You wanna swallow my jizz?” He pulls out of my mouth and rubs his balls against my face.

“Yes, Sexy.” I breathe.

“Say it.”

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Sexy, so I can swallow yo’ jizz.”

“Suck my balls, sub.”

I take them both in my mouth and suck hard. “Oh fuck!” Alex nearly screams and I can feel him throbbing. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Sub. Suck ‘em hard.” After only a couple minutes, he pulls them out of my mouth and puts his dick back in. He rams my mouth hard again then mutters something incoherent. He pulls back all the way and drags me to the bed.

He throws me down and practically falls, 69, on top of me. He sucks my dick frantically as I do his. Every so often, he pushes up and licks my anus. It’s like an electrical shock. I start doing the same to him. After the third exchange, he shoves me away from him.

“Oh, God.” He swings around and kisses me hard. “Fuck me.”

“I thought you were gonna fuck me.” I say between kisses.

“Shut up, sub, an’ fuck me.”

“Yes, Sexy.” I find my pants, and the condom in my wallet and bang Alex like our lives depend on it.

Suddenly, he yanks away from me. I start to ask what’s wrong only to have his cock shoved into my mouth again as he starts cumming hard. He leans over me for a minute or two as he recovers his breath. Then, on hand and knees, orders me to finish fucking him.

I stand behind him and slowly pump my dick into his tight ass. After only a couple strokes, he pulls my hand around and places it on his again hard dick. I fist him in time to my strokes. I’m gonna cum soon, I realize. “Ima cum, Sexy.” I groan, “May I?”

“Wait. Wait.” He pants. “I’m close, now.”

Another couple minutes and I’m bursting at the seams. “Sexy. Let me cum, Sexy. Please say yes. Oh God, Sexy.”

“Faster.” he growls. A minute later we’re both cumming and falling over. We sleep, half dressed, on the coverlet.

I wake early and check the clock. When I get out of bed, though, Alex’s voice stops me. “Where you think you headed?”

“Bathroom and to check check-out time.”

“Check-out time is when I say we leavin’, right?”

I start to argue but remember – today, I’m the sub. If he wants to pay for an extra day, I just have to deal. “Right. So I’m just gonna use the john.”

“Me first.” He gets up and I wait. When he comes back, he says “You know what ta do when you get back, right?”

It takes me about a second to figure that one out. “Yes, Sexy. When I come out of the john, I’m gonna suck your dick.”

He’s stroking himself when I come out. I position myself between his legs and lick between his fingers. He groans. “Suck it til I blow, sub.” I do, letting my teeth scrap him every so often speeds up the process. Very quickly, his hands are pulling my hair and holding my head in place. He pumps a jet stream of cum into my mouth then tugs my shoulders, “Don’t swallow yet.” He pulls me beside him and we share his jizz.

“Hey, got uh question.” he says as we lie there. “Yvette ever say anything ‘bout a three-way?”

I shake my head, “You aren’t a toy I share with all the other kids. I haven’t asked her. If it’s a fantasy of hers, she hasn’t mentioned it.”

“Just curious.” We lie there a while longer. Then he sighs deeply, “We should get rolling. You want me to cover this or is it on your card?”

“Mine. I’m the sub, remember?”

He shrugs, “We can go back ta normal now.”

I sit up and look at him, “No more spankings? You don’t want to fuck my ass after all?”

“Oh hell yeah, but I don’t have any lube with me and you kinda a sissy ‘bout that.”

“I’ll let you do it one day soon. Ok?” I kiss him lightly.

He shrugs again, “Whatever. Makin’ you call me ‘sexy’ was hot enough for a while.”

We dress, check-out, find my car and head home. He’s still pawing me in the car. When we get in the house, he pulls my ass backward and rubs his rock hard dick against me. “If I said I’d changed my mind, think I could fuck you now?” He runs his lips down my neck.

We make it to my room but only because it’s closest to the top of the stairs. Alex uses a lot of lube and systematically slides his fingers in before opening me with his cock. He faces me so we can kiss and my dick rolls pleasantly between us. He goes as slowly as he can. He does make me cum. Then he rolls me over and jackhammers my ass until he explodes.

While we are lying there, recovering, Yvette calls. I feel a bit guilty, snuggling with my lover while talking to my fiancée. But, after all, she understands about us.