A Good Slave for Bobby

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Okay, I could but I kept looking back at him over my shoulder. I was too shy to look directly at him. It was outside of the local Rocky Horror Picture show and he was smoking. He had dark hair, and was wearing a skirt and a black t-shirt. He had short black hair and sideburns and dark red lipstick. The lipstick was the biggest turn on as they attracted attention to his beautiful lips. I wanted him as bad as I've ever wanted anything. And I couldn't bring myself to come onto him.

What if he wasn't gay? I mean straight guys wear skirts to the Rocky Horror Picture Show, it's that kind of place. And I'm not exactly overtly gay myself. Actually I don't even think of myself as gay or even bi-sexual. I just have this thing for thin goth-boys in skirts. So I'm driving myself crazy with the whole attraction-avoidance thing that all my psych major ex-girlfriends drive me to drink psycho-analyzing me about. Tip to any straight guys reading this, don't date psych major's, not worth the effort. Besides they're usually way messed up, why do you think they became psych majors.

Now so far tonight I'd already arranged a date with large breasted girl. So it way by way of being a good night. But this guy was gorgeous. Meaning he pressed all of my buttons and pressed them hard. Which was making me hard in the process. God, I hate being socially awkward. Finally I made eye contact, and flashed my tongue piercing in the process. That drew a slight smile. But then he turned away and resumed talking to his friends. One, another obvious gay boy but not in drag and then the requisite fag hag. Strictly de rigeur.

Okay, so it's Rocky and tongue piercings are neither unusual nor a sexual magic wand, would as I did that it were otherwise. So either I would gather the courage to approach him (and what the hell would I say if I did "Hi, you look cute for a boy in a skirt, wanna fuck?" or perhaps "would you like to have dinner with me some night?", laugh if you will but have you ever asked another guy out? I have and it wasn't easy then and it's not easy now.) or I wouldn't and I'd kick myself for it forever whilst masturbating furiously to my recollection of his crimson lips and shapely hips.

Luckily for me I have a couple of aces up my sleeveless t-shirt. (I've done the work and built these muscles so I'm damned well going to show them off, thank you very much) One of them is I know security at Rocky and one of them in addition to being an ex-roommate is a friend of mine and is ever willing to assist me in acquiring a piece of much desired tail.

"Hey Nobodey" That's his name. Don't ask me. Ask him.

"Joe, what's up?"

"See the boy in the skirt?"

"Yeah, I thought you were done with that sort of thing."

"Yeah so did I, looks like we were both wrong. Help me work an intro?" "Fuck off."

"Dude!"

"Fuck off!"

"C'mon. What do you want in trade?"

"Your date."

"What you mean the goth chick with the big tits and pig tails."

"That's the one."

"Fuck off."

"Dude!"

"Fuck off."

"C'mon. Do you want this guy or not? Is it a deal?"

"Deal." And we shook on it. My friend Nobodey or Nobby or Matt is a cool guy with long black hair and an ex marine to boot. But he firmly believes there is no such thing as a free lunch and he sure ain't gonna start giving things away. So I gave him the girls phone number and promised to work the switch for him. This done he transformed himself into the ideal wingman.

We walked over to the triad and he started off the conversation.

"Weren't you guys here a few weeks ago when those guys drove buy and started yelling 'Faggots'" They said they hadn't been. He said that it had happened and since then security was asking people if they'd been harassed about appearing gay while at the show. So he was hoping they could tell him their names and answer a few questions. I just sort of stood there and tried to not stare at the cute one.

Turns out his name was Bobby and no one had given him a hard time at all. Everyone had been really nice to him in fact. I said that was a good thing since I wanted to join the conversation. It didn't go over real well, sounding every bit as awkward as I felt. I'm telling you if you ever need to feel really awkward try coming on to someone younger than you and of the same gender who happens to be into cross-dressing. If this doesn't work you are one of the lucky few who are somehow immune to embarrassment. Bastards.

So there I was feeling awkward and my friend was trying to keep the conversation going as best he could. Turns out they were freshman in college, liked to rave, came to the Rocky Horror to socialize more than to see the movie and I had about as much in common with them as I do with bacteria in a pitri dish.

I was about ready to give up when I realized that if this didn't work out I was out my original date as well as this failed opportunity. So I mustered up my courage and asked Bobby if I could talk to him alone for a second. He said "allright" with a slight smile and we wandered away from the crowd to lean against the side of the theatre.

"That's a really nice outfit" I said.

"Thanks. You're so straight."

"I know, it's a gift."

"So why have you been staring at me for the last half hour or so?"

"I don't know."

"Because you're not half so straight as you make out?"

"Why don't we make out and you can tell me if it's straight?" And I was pretty proud of myself for getting that one out without stumbling or blushing. Okay, maybe I blushed a bit. But it was still pretty smooth.

"Okay" he said and leaned in to kiss me. Than he turned his head away and pulled back. "Or maybe later."

'Tease' I thought to myself. "You're teasing me." I said.

"Yeah, I am" he said and smiled. Then he pursed his red lips and blew me a kiss and my knees did a little tremble as my ass clenched and my cock throbbed. Damn but those lips were sexy. And his body was hot. Thin but defined. I could wrap my fingers around his wrists, twist his arms behind his body and overpower him but advantages in strength were useless to me in this encounter.

"What do you want from me?" I asked him in frustration.

"Oh you're cute when you're angry."

"I'm just angry cause you're cute."

"Why would that make you angry?"

"Because I have a better chance of being struck by lightning than getting anywhere with you."

"You've got a better chance than you think."

"Really. What's it going to take?"

"You have to agree to be my slave."

"Fuck off."

"I'm serious."

"Me too, fuck off."

"So you're saying you don't want to kiss my ruby lips. You don't want to feel my lips sliding over your cock. Oh you like that thought don't you. I saw your hips twitch. You want me. And I want you. As a slave. So surrender to me."

I couldn't believe the things he was saying. Or the effect it was having on me. I had visions of kneeling before him, lifting his skirt and taking his cock in my mouth. Feeling his pale member deep in my throat, his hand on the back of my head pushing me up and down along his shaft. My ass clenched again, hot and moist at the thought. A fire burned there, trailing up my spine and through my mind. I wanted him. But I wasn't a slave. Right?

He inhaled from his cigarette and blew the smoke in my face. "Look at my lips. Do you like my lipstick. It's a very deep shade of red. Look how deep it is. Watch my lips. Sooo Red. Such a deeeep shade of red. So Deeep. Just like you. The way you're deeeep under my power. So deeep. Going deeeeper, into deeep hypnosis for me. Deeep like my lipstick, so deeeep."

My eyes grew fixated on his lips. I wanted to kiss them. To feel them caress my shaft. To paint my lips like his. My ass felt hot and empty, I wanted to feel his warmth between my legs. To penetrate me. I was staring at his lips. So red. My cock twitched and jumped every time he said deep. The way he drew it out. It was hard to think. A red haze engulfed my thoughts.

"You look tired. So tired. Just relax. Watch my lips and imagine them going down on you. So soft and warm. Oh, you like that. So nice. Just close your eyes. As you go into deep sleep for me. Deep. Relax. You can't fight it. You don't want to fight it do you?"

I shook my head no. I didn't want to fight. I wanted to surrender to him. I wanted him to blow smoke in my face. I wanted to sink to my knees before him. To take him in my mouth. For him to thrust himself into me. To come between my legs. Whatever else happened I didn't care. As long as he used me. I wanted him to own me. To take possession of me.

I writhed as my cock throbbed fit to burst in my jeans. My ass felt like fire I was so hot. "Bobby, I want you. Let me take you in my mouth." I begged him.

He smiled and laughed, his crimson lips shining in the night. "Do you belong to me? Are you deep in my power?"

"Yes" I cried softly. "I belong to you. I yearn to do your bidding. Let me serve you. Just take me. Fill me. I'm so empty. I need you inside me. Please. Your cock. I need it, in my mouth in my ass somewhere. I need it. Please. My loins were burning for him. I couldn't take it. I put my hands on his shoulders and shook him. "Please" I demanded.

"Don't touch me!" he said and his voice lashed like a whip. I trembled inside. "Never touch me without my permission again." I swore that I wouldn't. "Lick my shoes."

Inside I recoiled from the idea of putting my tongue on someone's shoes. "Do it" he said and his voice drove doubt from me. I kneeled before him and licked the top of his shoes. "Lick it like it was my cock and maybe I'll let you lick me."

Now I had to make it look erotic, like I enjoyed it. But I wanted to lick his cock so bad. I just pretended his shoe was the penis I wanted so badly and I began to take long licks of the tops of his boots. I licked in circles and swirls. I gazed up at him to see if my performance was pleasing to him. He lifted his skirt. He was wearing silk boxers underneath. I looked at him for permission. He nodded.

Trembling inside I ran my fingers up his waxed legs. His skin was pale and smooth. I pulled his boxers down slightly and exposed his tumescence. It was almost six inches and jutted straight out. I took the head in my mouth. I caressed his balls with my hand. I caressed his shaft after I'd moistened it with a few place licks. I stroked him as I licked the tip like an ice cream cone. I wrote my name with my tongue over the head of his penis. My barbell traced circles over his glans. Then I deep throated him, my barbell running along either side of his shaft. He reached down and grabbed the base of his penis with his hand. He moved it around in circles so that bulged against the edge of my lips and throat. That turned me on so much I moaned around his cock. His other hand pushed the back of my head so his cock went deeper into my mouth. My own cock was twitching and aching for release. I had never been this turned on.

"Come for me slut!" he said. When I come in your mouth I want you to come. To soil your underwear with your seed. When I say come for me slut again that's exactly what you'll do. Do you understand slave?"

I moaned a yes around the shaft of his cock, my body trembled in arousal at the way he spoke to me. I'd be a good slave. I could show him. I knew how to please him. And I ached to orgasm. I felt drips of pre cum becoming more plentiful as the salty taste increased. He was on the verge. I redoubled my licking and sucking. He bucked his hips driving his cock deeper down my throat and I felt his load fill my mouth. It was a hot, saltly liquid which I eagerly swallowed. "Come for me slut!" he said and my cock twitched as white fire arced down my spine and the most incredible orgasm burned through my ass and shot out my dick drenching my boxer/briefs.

He gave me a hand up when I'd removed my head from under his skirt. He raised me to eye level and I gazed lost in his blue eyes. He stroked my cheek with his hand. He pulled me to him and I rested my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my back like a mother does a baby and told me I'd been a good slave and pleased him and that he would take me home. I felt so happy. I'd shown him. I was a good slave for Bobby.