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  "That's good to know," I said, unsure of where the conversation was going. It set afloat nervous butterflies in my stomach.

  He continued, "And I've always had a sort of secret interest in it. There are things I've wanted to try with rope but never could."

  "Such as?" I asked warily.

  In the blink of an eye, he'd taken the rope and lassoed it around my nut sack in a loop, then tied another loop around my cock. His deft hands had me bound up nice and tight before I could even protest. The feeling was uncomfortably firm, but strangely, it didn't hurt.

  "Hey, this isn't really my scene." I reached down to unbind my tautly-wrapped jewels but Ricky pushed my hand away.

  "Leave it," he said.

  "Or what?"

  "Or I walk out of here."

  I furrowed my brows and reluctantly sighed. "Fine."

  "Fine, sir," he corrected."

  I rebelled with a snort. "I'm not calling you that."

  The soldier maintained his steely stare on me. "Call me sir or I leave." That delicious mouth of his was perpetually curled slightly upward, serving me an unspoken reminder that this was just a game. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to participate.

  After a heavy silence, I finally conceded. "Alright, I'll play along, sir." My words were laced with sarcasm. "But if this starts to hurt, I'm tearing the rope off, got it?"

  He snapped his fingers. "Don't you back talk me, boy! Get on your knees and polish my cock. Now!"

  This time I responded with more obedience. "Yes, sir."

  I knelt down on my knees and perched on the cold, rough concrete floor. My cock was turning dark red, bloated and stiff as marble. My nuts were protruding out, pulled together so uncomfortably tight. I reached between my legs to loosen the death grip of the rope but he shooed my hands away again.

  "Didn't I tell you to leave it alone?"

  "Yes, sir."

  Ricky opened his towel to reveal the goods. His cock was long and thick, encased in a tight foreskin with bulging veins that roped around his shaft.

  "You're not circumcised," I observed.

  "Is that a problem?"

  "Not at all, sir." Everything happened so fast outside, I hadn't noticed. I examined his cock as if it were an alien species. I'd never seen a foreskin up close. Seeing a natural penis preserved in all its glory was like a gift from the heavens.

  "You want to play with it?"

  I nodded with enthusiasm. But rather than skipping to the main course, I thought I'd start with the appetizer and address the two tennis balls stuffed in his scrotum. They were large and hung low against his thighs. I gently caressed them with the back of my hand. His body jolted at the sensation.

  My touch was little more than a whisper. In my experience, men generally liked to go hard and rough. Being rough had its perks, but I'd found that going the opposite route could be even more intense. It was that cool, controlled touch that really drove them crazy. So I liked to take things slow and steady, just barely touching a man when he was craving full contact.

  Ricky hovered over me with his hard cock throbbing and bobbing in the air. "What are you waiting for?" There was an edgy impatience in his voice.

  "Just taking in the scenery," I coyly responded.

  He grabbed the base of his hard cock and slapped it across my forehead. "Take it in faster."

  Fuck. This soldier did not waste time. I was completely under his command. "Yes, sir," I said, gripping his cock.

  "Why don't you see how it tastes?"

  "Yes, sir."

  His foreskin clung tight to his glans and bunched at the tip like a rosebud. I dipped my tongue inside and carefully pried it apart.

  "Don't be afraid to get in there."

  I responded by squeezing the root of his shaft and rolling his foreskin down to reveal a girthy bullet-shaped crown. It was dark pink and glistened like smooth glass. I swirled my tongue around the tip, then glided down his frenulum. He moaned softly, letting me know he enjoyed it, so I played with the thin band more before delving deeper into the underside.

  The flavor inside the walls of his foreskin was a feast for the senses. Though he was fresh, clean, and clearly a beacon of good hygiene, there was a buttery zest that lingered on my tongue.

  I swiped across his glans, hungrily lapping up a thick pearl of pre-cum that had leaked out.

  "That's good, Charles," he praised, grabbing hold of my skull with both hands and driving me down on his cock.

  My eyes watered and I thought I might choke. I couldn't breathe, but he kept pushing further. I relaxed my throat muscles and concentrated on breathing through my nose. With a little effort, I was able to swallow the full length of his swollen prick.

  "Mmm, you're a good little cocksucker," he said through labored groans. "You like having my dick fed to you, don't you?"

  I grunted my reply as he began driving his hips forward and fucking my throat. Looking up at him, I could see a vein protruding from his forehead and sweat forming at his hairline. He was really getting into it.

  Ricky began fucking me faster, forcing his cock all the way inside, then pulling back, and pushing it forward until I'd swallowed him again. I loved the salty taste of his steady stream of pre-cum and judging by the way his legs were shaking, I figured he was close to rewarding me for a job well done.

  Then abruptly, he stopped. "Okay, that's enough," he said.

  A long rope of pre-cum formed a bridge between my swollen lips and his cock. I licked it away and asked, "Was I doing it wrong, sir?"

  "No, Charles," he purred, rubbing the back of my neck. "You're doing a great job. In fact, you had me ready to blow my wad down your throat."

  "So what's wrong with that?"

  His brown eyes glimmered in the light. "Get up."

  I stood, wincing at the soreness in my knees. The concrete had embedded its texture into my skin. Though I'd been ignoring it, my cock was still inflated and bulging with blood. "What now, sir?"

  "Turn around and bend over the bed."

  I swiveled my body and dropped forward to find support on my palms. Ricky ran his hand down the flesh of my butt. I broke out in a blanket of goosebumps. Now he was the one using the soft touch technique to torture me. It was so effective.

  He traced a thumb down my spine, brushing against the thin wisp of blond hair that sprouts from the dark crevice of my butt cheeks. I spread my legs apart and watched over my shoulder as he leaned in for a closer look at my hole.

  "That's a nice looking pucker you've got there," he said.

  "Thank you, sir."

  He probed me with his thick fingertips, tickling my hole. "Mmm, you feel nice and tight."

  "I'm glad you like it, sir." This business of calling Ricky 'sir' was beginning to feel redundant and a bit silly, but every time I said it, I felt his approval wash over me. Submitting to him was addictive.

  "Get on the bed now. On your knees and spread open so I can get in there."

  I crawled onto the mattress and got into position. He leaned in and took a long sniff of my hole.

  "You smell so damn delicious," he said.

  "Thank you, sir."

  He dipped his tongue between my cheeks and I trembled. With the second swipe, he went deeper, pressing against the tightness of my entrance. My muscles clenched, but he probed until they relaxed and the tip of his tongue began to wiggle inside.

  My nuts were stuffed behind me, the head of my cock pressed into the bed like a stiff pole. His tongue glided down my taint, skated across my sensitive sack, and then along the underside of my cock.

  "Oooh, yeah," I moaned into a pillow. I wanted more; wanted him to take my whole cock into his mouth so he could service me the way I'd serviced him. But all I got was a little tease with his tongue, then he returned back to my hole and devoured it.

  My body relaxed and surrendered to him. Through breathless moans, I could feel myself getting loose and pliable as he worked his tongue inside. He began fucking me with firm, quick flicks of his tongue, in and o
ut.

  Nobody had ever eaten my ass with such hunger before. The sweet sensations seemed to ripple all through my body.

  Ricky stopped and took a breath, smacked his wet lips together. "You ready for this dick, Charles?"

  "Yes, sir. Give it all to me."

  He grazed my spit-drenched hole with his pre-cum soaked cock head. I tightened instinctively, but he held the pressure until my muscles relaxed and the head began to sink in.

  The union of my wet insides melding together with his warm, stiff cock was incredible. Getting past the tense outer rings of muscle took some effort, but once he broke past the barrier of my hole, his entire shaft was enveloped in my body.

  A sharp tinge shot through my sensitive interior. His cock felt like a small fist being driven through me. But he forged on and with each thrust, the pain subsided and I welcomed him deeper inside.

  Between heavy breaths, he groaned. "Ahh, you feel so good, Charles."

  Our bodies worked in unison. My gyrating bottom pushed back against his hips as he thrust himself in and out with long, measured strokes. I tried to quicken the pace, tried to impale myself on his cock so I could control the timing, but he wasn't having it.

  "Slow down," he said.

  "But it feels sooo good."

  He slapped my left ass cheek hard. "Don't forget who's in charge here."

  "Yes, sir," I yelped, and stayed perfectly still so he had full control of my body.

  Ricky continued his slow and methodical strokes, probing all the way inside until my hungry hole swallowed him down to his balls. Then he pulled all the way out until I was pried open with his flared tip. He just let it hang there as the lips of my hole hugged his cock head.

  And repeat.

  The rhythm was so maddeningly slow. The pressure had to be boiling in his balls, begging for release. But whenever his breaths became jagged and I sensed his cum was pummeling to the surface, he stopped until it settled.

  I let out a frustrated whimper. My bound cock was leaking so much pre-cum that I'd formed a puddle on the sheets. Ricky grabbed a palmful of my slippery fluid, reached around to my face and smeared it across my mouth.

  "You're a sticky fucking mess," he said gruffly.

  "I know, sir."

  "Lick my fingers clean."

  "Yes, sir." I obediently lapped my sap from his fingers. It gave me a twisted sort of pleasure to taste myself on his skin.

  "Alright, now flip over on to your back," Ricky ordered.

  I rolled over and spread my legs open into the shape of a V.

  He grabbed hold of my hips and railed back inside my stretched hole. His thick cock had a slight curve to it that pounded across my prostate gland with each thrust in and out of me. The angle was already driving me crazy.

  I gripped the edge of the mattress so tightly, my knuckles were probably turning white. My entire body was humming with excitement, pleasure sensors activated in every cell.

  Ricky must have liked the angle too because his soft moans became loud, primal growls. As he worked himself toward orgasm, he was bringing me closer to the brink with him. We were on this journey together.

  He began riding me like a bull, fucking me hard and fast.

  "Ah, yeah, here it comes!" Ricky called out.

  His cock stiffened and swelled even larger and harder as he shot a hot load of cum deep inside my wet hole. He clenched his teeth, sweat dripping from his forehead, nostrils flared while he pumped me full.

  The pleasure coursed through my body and it felt like I was elevated to a new level of ecstasy. I'd never had this much satisfaction before.

  I began wailing as Ricky continued to pound away at my cum-filled insides. Then I felt a familiar quaking building from my balls. They were bound so tightly that they looked like two purple plums about to explode from the skin of my sack.

  "Please, Ricky, I need to touch myself. I need to come."

  He sneered deviously. "If you want to come, then do it."

  I reached for my cock but he batted it away. "What was that for?" I asked.

  "If you want to come, you have to let me fuck it out of you." He punctuated by slamming his rigid cock head directly against my sensitive, aching prostate.

  I gasped as he did it again and again until I was delirious with pleasure and pain. I needed relief so badly.

  Then I started to feel something different. It was the building crescendo to an orgasm, but instead of rising up to the head of my cock as it usually did, it seemed to be blooming from somewhere deeper in my core.

  "Oh, fuck, Ricky... That feels so good."

  "That's it. Just relax and let me take control." His voice was smooth but determined.

  The orgasm soared inside me, climbing from level to level as my whole body shook. A nest of heat spread out from my prostate and blanketed my thighs, my nuts, and all the way up my cock until a blast of burning white cum exploded from me like a rocket. My release landed on my abs and my chest in thick globs. One shot hit me in the chin.

  After we'd both been milked dry, Ricky collapsed beside me. The air was heavy with the smell of sex and sweat. Our spent bodies breathed in rhythm.

  Without thinking, I rolled over and cuddled into his arms. "That was amazing, sir."

  His body tightened, and I thought he was going to scold me for the spontaneous act of intimacy. But instead, he relaxed again and pulled me against his heaving chest. "It sure was," he agreed.

  I reached down between my legs and began to unknot the rope, which was soaked in fluids.

  "What are you doing?" he asked.

  "Oh, I thought it was okay to take this off. My nuts are kind of aching... Sir."

  Ricky looked at me as if he were contemplating whether he'd let this power game go on long enough. Then he smiled gently, caressed my face, and said, "At ease."

  I freed my goods and fell asleep listening to the beating of Ricky's heart against my ear, my thoughts hazy in the euphoric afterglow.

  Sometime during the night, he must have gotten up and left without saying good-bye. I woke up at around two in the morning, lying in the bed alone. A sadness grew inside me, wishing we could have made plans to meet again. I wasn't ready for our time to be over yet.

  Chapter 3

  The week ahead proceeded slowly. I found myself counting the days, hours, minutes, seconds, breaths...until it was Friday night again.

  Finally.

  I admired myself in the mirror, fresh shaven and clean. Not bad. I patted my cheeks and neck with the delicious scent of Aqua Velva, breathing in the cool menthol.

  And then I wondered to myself: will he be there?

  I shook away the thought. I'd been thinking about Ricky constantly since our encounter.

  Little things. Stupid things. I'd be preparing a meal in the small kitchen of the guesthouse, boiling a crab fresh from my catch of the day. Then the image of the soldier would dart through my thoughts. I'd imagine planning a romantic candlelit dinner for two.

  Again, stupid things.

  It wasn't normal for a man to be daydreaming about cooking meals for another man, flitting about in the kitchen like a doting wife. It wasn't that I wanted to play 'house' with him. I just liked taking care of people. Food was one of the ways I showed I cared.

  But it had just been sex with him. It had to be. There was no future for two men outside of the bathhouse. So I finished getting dressed in a fresh-pressed pair of khaki trousers and a white and navy blue striped sweater. It was another foggy and cool San Francisco summer night.

  My blond mop was slicked back with hair grease. A new style I'd decided to try. Maybe Ricky would think it made me look cool.

  There I went again, building up fantasies when I didn't even know if he'd be there, much less care what my hair looked like.

  I headed over to the bathhouse. It was quiet. Still kind of early in the evening. I scanned the room casually when I walked in, nodded at a few familiar faces, then strolled to the locker room and changed out of my clothes.

  Whe
re was he?

  I couldn't deny my only intention that night was finding Ricky. Nobody else mattered. My next step would have been to hit the showers and put on my little show. That was always my routine, even though I'd already showered at the house. On that night, I decided there was no need to put on a performance. There was only one man I wanted to impress. So instead, I took off my clothes and wrapped a fresh white towel around my waist, then went searching.

  He wasn't in the sauna or the lounge area. I made a few laps around the building, trying to be casual.

  Back through the locker room. Back through the showers.

  My heart sunk as I began to realize he probably wasn't there. I didn't know why I'd been expecting him. It was just that I thought... Maybe...

  It didn't matter.

  My mood was soured and I didn't feel like messing around with anyone else. That was something very out of the ordinary for me. I figured I'd go back to my locker and get dressed, then head home. Or maybe go for a walk along the beach. Clear my head.

  As I turned the corner of the main hallway, I bumped shoulders with Lenny. He smiled jovially at me, gave my butt a quick pinch. "Charles, good to see you!"

  I smiled half-heartedly. "Good to see you too."

  He slapped my bare chest with the backside of his fingers. "Why so glum, chum?"

  "Oh, nothing," I said with a shrug. "Must be coming down with a bug."

  "That's too bad. I was hoping we could do something tonight."

  "You and me?" In all the times Lenny had flirted with me, he'd never suggested getting together. I wondered what the catch was.

  "You, me, and a third," Lenny explained. "I've got that hot slab of military meat waiting in room twelve. Maybe we could make a sandwich out of him."

  "You mean Ricky? He was ready to kill you last night."

  "I know," Lenny said, biting his knuckles with excitement. "But I was able to sweet-talk him into giving me a second chance."

  "Does he know you're asking me?"

  Lenny shook his head. "No, but we can surprise him. Wouldn't that be fun? We can just come back to the room together and start licking him all over. I'll take the front and you can take the back. Or vice versa. Whatever you're into."