“Condoms?” I ask,
I’ve got to know Knox and Roman’s schedules.
I know when they’re both at the gym together or working their jobs.
This makes avoiding them very easy. The only part I don’t know is when they go to Bound.
I’ve avoided Wednesday, seeing as that was a night they both suggested as a fun night.
Friday is always a get together for the eight men to catch up, so Saturday should be a rest night and they stay home.
I walk in late. It’s Saturday a couple of weeks after seeing their scene and feeling so inadequate. The place is still busy, but the corner the Foster brothers claim has other couples hanging out. One of them catches my eye.
Ollie.
He sees me, and after saying something to one of the men he’s with, he stands up.
With a swagger that has his hips swaying beautifully, he walks over.
“Hello, stranger. I was beginning to think I’d made the wrong assumption.
” His body naked, his cock barely covered by a black satin jock, he’s glowing with some kind of shimmery body lotion and silver in his hair.
He looks like a cherub, if cherubs had lithe, sinewy strong bodies. “Are you alone?”
“Yes, what do you want?” I put my hand around his waist and pull him close until we’re pressed together.
“Hmm, a face fucking followed by a hard fuck. Sound good to start? Is that something you like?”
I nod and lean down to by his ear. “Private or public?”
He taps his chin as if he’s giving it some thought. “Public, Sir, very fucking public.”
I look around the room; there are a lot of men in various sexual acts wherever I look. There’s a low table that is unoccupied. “Go and kneel on that table.”
He saunters away, catching the eye of a lot of the Doms, ones that I assume have, on other nights, taken him. I’m only a few steps behind him, far enough back to watch his delicious arse. Two high, firm globes of perfection.
I stand in front of him as he settles on the glass top. “What are your safewords?”
“The traffic light, Sir. If I can’t speak then I will pat your thigh.”
“Condoms?” I ask, he shakes his head.
“Good boy, now part those delectable lips, and let me in.”
He licks them once, then opens partly as I free my cock from the confines of my dark black jeans. His eyes widen at the sight, and a smile spreads broadly over his face. His tongue darts out to flick the slit and the jewel of precum as I stroke my heavy, long dick.
As he slides down the length, his tongue flat on the underside, I feel the ball of a tongue piercing sliding over the veins, sending more precum to drip onto his tongue. As I reach the back of his throat, he pulls off, his huge ice blue eyes staring hungrily at me. “Fuck my face, Sir.”
He sinks down again, and I bottom out, my length firmly in his throat.
I pump gently, then pull out to let him get his breath back.
He nods, and I sink back in, my hands on either side of his face, my fingers in the silver strands as I keep him in place.
I keep up an erratic rhythm, swapping from quick pumps over his tongue to long, deep plunges into his throat.
His eyes are locked on mine, and saliva drips down his chin.
His eyes are watering as I hold him to the final moment, my hand around the throat caressing my dick.
I pull out and wipe my hand over his chin and jaw, swiping the mess away.
I lean down and kiss his swollen lips, nipping the lower one as I pull back. “You ready to be fucked?”
Ollie seems to be already hitting a level of subspace. “Yes, Sir.” The roughness of his voice is a result of my ministrations.
I kiss him again. “Stand up, hands on the arms of the chair.” I pull the lube sachet from my pocket and generously coat my dick and fingers. He’s not too tight, and I soon stretch him, loosening the muscles just a little more. “God, that arse needs my handprints on it.”
“What are you waiting for?” He sways from side to side, encouraging me.
Four firm smacks, two on each cheek, has the blood rising to the surface, showing off my handprints.
Then I can’t wait any longer and plunge inside him; he’s still tight as he grips my length and groans.
“Yes,” he hisses as my balls slap against his taint.
With my hands gripping his hips, I fuck him hard, and I’m obviously getting it right, because he’s pushing back into me with my every thrust. I haven’t felt this good in a long time.
I haven’t had sex in far too long and god, I’m glad it’s with Ollie.
I watch him, reading the nuances of a new to me sub. I feel his muscles begin to quiver as his orgasm builds; I’m right there with him, and as I hold deep inside him, I command him, “Come!”
As he fires over the floor, I fill his hole; spurt after spurt of hot jism fires into him.
With my head thrown back, I cry out my release, Ollie’s muscles continue to milk my length, dragging every drop from my balls.
My legs start to shake as I pull out. Keeping hold of his hips, I twist us around so we can collapse into the red leather chair.
As we get comfortable, Ollie leans his head onto my chest, turning it just once to kiss my pec.
The one with Ellis tattooed on it, and it doesn’t even hurt.
He may be exactly who I need. I wonder what he’s looking for.
The only way to find out is to ask. Post orgasm isn’t the time, but I’m glad I know where he works, and I can see him there.
“You doing okay, boy?” I ask as I stroke lazily up and down his arm.
“So much better than okay. You sure know what to do with the anaconda you keep in your pants.” He laughs, his eyes gleaming. “Anytime you want a repeat, let me know.”
“Are you involved with anyone here?”
“No, I like the freedom to choose or be chosen,” he giggles. “I like to share too; I’ve always had a good time with an extra one or two partners.”
“Good to know; I happen to like the very same thing.” I move so we can straighten up. I can feel my cum as he twists to straddle me again, and I find that I like that a lot. “Are you planning to stay much longer?”
He shakes his head. “I have work at eleven tomorrow. You’ve been the pinnacle of my evening. I wasn’t even looking for anyone. I was just meeting up with friends.”
I grin. “Then I’m very honoured. Can I come and see you at work?”
I’m surprised when his cheeks blush, and he ducks his head. Have I said the wrong thing? “You can say no, Ollie.”
“No, no, I would really like that.” He makes it sound like not many offer him that. I baulk at the idea of him being used and not acknowledged outside of here.
“Can I give you a lift home? Or have you got a car here? I’m not asking to come in, just to see you home safe.”
“I’d like that, thank you. I usually cab it here and home again.”
I pull my jeans back up and gather Ollie to me.
“Go get dressed. I’ll wait.” He nods, and there’s real excitement in his eyes, and I’m sure if I look in a mirror, mine would be the same.
I get the feeling I’m being looked at and turn around, not sure who or where I’m looking.
Then I see Saint, frowning, but with confusion not disapproval.
I’m not sure why, because I’m sure Knox has filled all his family on what went on the last time we were here together.
I tip my chin up in acknowledgment, and he does the same. There’s no animosity there.
Ollie comes out in skinny jeans so faded and torn I’m amazed they’re holding together. He looks to where I was just a moment ago. “Is there a problem?” he frowns, looking like he wants to disappear. Do the Foster brothers have that much clout in this club?
“No, babe. Not one.” I take his hand and lead him out of Bound.
When I walk into the King’s Head the following day, I immediately scan the bar for Ollie.
I don’t see him until I look further back and see him delivering a tray of food.
He’s so fucking cute, batting his eyes and striding away, knowing everyone is checking him out.
He falters when he sees me and quickly looks back over his shoulder at the table he’s just left.
I grin at him as he gets closer. “Are you teasing everyone in here, boy?”
“Only the ones that will tip well.” He laughs and takes his tray back to the serving area. “I can’t believe how busy it is today.” He lowers his voice as steps up to me. “It’s like the whole of Bound are here.”
I look around, but it’s futile. I don’t know anyone other than Knox, his family, and now Ollie. “Maybe they heard you were in your tightest jeans today and had to check it out.”
Ollie laughs and gives his arse a shake. “Maybe, although, there’s only one man I want to show it to,” he says with a raspy voice, reminiscent of last night and my dick in his throat.
“That’s good to know. It is a damn fine arse. Especially with a handprint or two on it.”
“Hmm, I think that can be arranged. Can I see you later?” His hands slide up my chest, letting two fingers in between the buttons of my fitted shirt.
“What time do you finish?”
“Seven,” he tells me, looking disgruntled.
“I’ll be here.” I kiss his neck, not caring who’s in here. If it’s like he said and half of the club are here, they’ve seen and done a lot more. “Now, go work, and I’ll see you later.”
I send him off with a smack on that perfect arse. He giggles, trying to dodge it.