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An Erotic Tale Ch. 01

By: Maddia



At the age of 4, I lost both my parents in a car accident and was moved from one foster home to another until I was eighteen. Now at the age of 25, I am a fairly successful junior analyst for a big finance company. 

Never having had any real friends growing up, I was extremely shy and introverted. Unfortunately the one thing I did have going for me was my looks. At 6 feet, built like a soccer player with dark wavy hair and green eyes, I unfortunately gained more than my fair share of attention from both sexes.

Having come to terms early on in my teens that I was attracted to men, and being too damn scared to venture openly into the gay community, I've basically shied away from any form of social relationships for fear of being ridiculed or judged for my sexual orientation.

So yip, you've guessed it – My name is Carson Landry and I'm a 25 year old gay virgin male. 

Having recently moved into a more upscale apartment block due to a promotion at work, I decided to take a step out into the world and make some friends. My opposite neighbor, Mandy was a fresh out of college journalism graduate intent on taking on the journalism world with a bang. Mandy, who was cute in a pixie kind of way, was extremely outgoing and vivacious.

Having learned early on that I was gay and out of bounds to her, she took it upon herself to help me improve my social life and get me laid.

On weekends, she would drag me along with her to clubs and on the odd occasion to a sports bar called Mike's Grill which was, about 2 blocks from the apartment complex. Some weeknights I would go alone to Mike's Grill for a meal or to watch a game. I would be hit on at least 3 times if it was a slow night. However, what kept me going back was the owner, Mike Grayson. Tall, at least 6'3, muscular built with medium brown hair and golden brown eyes, he reminded me of an extremely fit Christian Bale. 

On the few times I went to Mike's Grill I would sometimes catch a glimpse of him coming down the stairs which led up to the staff office on the upper level of the bar. He had the most amazing lips and hands that had me fantasizing about how they would feel on my body. Just those thoughts alone had me blushing uncontrollably.

Since Mandy was going down to the coast to visit her retired parents this weekend, I decided on Friday night to head on down to Mike's for a meal and catch up on some games. Since the evenings were getting considerably warmer, I decided to forgo my car and take a leisurely stroll down to the bar. When I arrived, it was just after 7, but the place was already half packed. I wound my way to a table in the corner where I could see the TV screens, and waited for Jody, the friendly middle-aged waitress to bring over the menu. 

To my utter shock, Mike himself brought over the menu. As I looked up and blushed, he handed me the menu, and with a sexy tilt of his lips, said "Hey there, sorry for the wait. We down on staff today, so I'll be your waiter tonight."

Cringing in mortification at my own stupidity at staring at him with a 'deer caught in the headlights' look, I quickly took the menu and thanked him. "Just holler when you ready to order", he said as he turned away and headed back behind the bar.

God, how stupid must he think I am? I quickly gathered my scattered wits and got down to choosing something from the menu before the man came back and thought me a complete moron. A couple of minutes later, Mike sauntered over with that sexy swagger of his. "You ready to order?" he asked. "Um, yes, I'll have the BBQ chicken with baked potato and a side salad. Oh, and, a Coke, please", I replied.

He smiled and nodded, and said "No prob, will just be a few minutes. I'll bring your drink in the meantime." He left and returned with a glass of Coke. As he placed it down, he said "I've seen you in here a few times with a pretty girl - is she your girlfriend?" 

"Oh, no no, Mandy is just a friend. My, um, neighbor actually. We just hang out sometimes", I stammered. God, why I am so tongue-tied around him, I thought.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" he asked.

"Er, no, no girlfriend" I replied.

His lips turned up into that sexy tilt again. "Ah, ok. Boyfriend?"

Oh God, I could feel the heat spread across my face and neck. "I-I, no, I don't ", I stuttered.

That sexy tilt of the lips spread into a full blown smile at my obvious uneasiness and stammering. "Good to know. What's your name?"

"Carson Landry. Um, I guess you must be Mike" I said. At his raised eyebrow I quickly explained that my friend Mandy said he was the owner.

"That's right. It's a pleasure to meet you Carson - I'll be back with your food shortly". And off he went with that deadly swagger in his hips.

Oh crap! I glanced around the bar to make sure no-one was paying any attention to me, and then surreptiously reached under the table to adjust my rock hard cock into a more comfortable position. I could not remember the last time anyone had affected me quite like this and quite so fast. It was a bit disconcerting, but also extremely hot.

As Mike walked into the kitchen to check on the food, he smiled and thought about the delicious man sitting at the table. 'Fuck', he thought. He was the hottest and cutest guy that he has spoken to in a very long time. Carson Landry was definitely gay, and just his kind of guy. Things were definitely starting to look up for Mike.

It was close to 10pm when Carson paid his bill. The bar had slowed down considerably after the supper rush. As he walked towards the door, Mike stepped up to him.

"You're leaving". It was more a statement than a question. I nodded and stared at Mike wondering what he was going to do next. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I could feel my palms were moist with nervous perspiration.

Then Mike said "Do you need a lift anywhere? I'm heading home for the night, so if you don't have a car it would be no problem to drop you at home."

"Um, no I left my car at home, but I just live a couple of blocks from here. I was just going to walk home" I replied.

"It's really no problem, plus it's late. So what do you say?" Mike continued. I considered the wisdom of this especially since I didn't know Mike that well. I read all about the horror stories of violence against gays, but on the other hand, I really liked Mike and he seemed genuine. After mentally debating, I decided to take a chance.

"Um, thanks, that would be great" I eventually replied.

We walked around the side to where the staff parking was allocated. He opened my door for me which I found strange, but oddly sweet. I gave him directions and a few minutes later we were outside my complex. 

"Looks like a nice place. I always wondered what the inside looked like but never had an opportunity to check it out" Mike said. I knew he was hinting for an invite inside and not wanting to seem rude or ungrateful, I told him he could come inside to have a look around the place. It was the least I could do for the ride home.

As we went up, my palms started sweating again and I was a bit restless. Being in the closed confines of the lift with Mike was playing havoc with my body. I was reacting to the scent of his aftershave and natural manly smell, and to my embarrassment I felt a telltale tickle in my jeans. 

As I showed Mike around my apartment, I was super conscious of how close behind me he followed. It was like he was purposely invading my personal space because he knew how my body was reacting to him. At last the tour was done and I turned towards the door. Immediately I bumped into Mike who was right behind me. I hastily stepped back and apologized, but Mike didn't seem to care about that.

He stepped closer to me and whispered "Fuck, ever since the first time I saw you come into my place, I wanted to know what your lips tasted like. Would they be soft and sweet, or hard and spicy?" Mike placed his hands on my waist and drew me closer to his body. My heart was racing and the scent of his body was arousing mine to extreme measures.

I closed my eyes and leant closer to Mike. "Will you let me taste you Carson? " Mike whispered roughly. I opened my eyes and looked deep into his golden ones and softly nodded. Mike closed the distance and then his lips were on mine. I expected hard and demanding, but Mike's lips barely grazed mine. I moaned at the lack of contact and arched into him, and Mike chuckled softly then proceeded to seduced me with his mouth. Mike lapped at my lips, and then bit down on my bottom lip until I gasped. At this he slipped his tongue in deep. I sucked on his tongue as I ground my pelvis into his. I felt his hard cock pressing into mine and savored the joy of knowing that Mike wanted me as much as I wanted him. 

He moved his lips down my neck, sucking and nipping the skin. I threw my head back in wild abandonment as I threaded my hands through his silky mane of hair. I could feel my cock was leaking into my underwear as Mike squeezed and massaged my ass. He moved his right hand round to my front and cupped my crotch, gently fondling and milking my dick through my pants. I was so close – Oh God I was ready to blow. Mike moved his lips up to my ear, biting my lobe and tonguing my ear as his hand continued its assault on my swollen cock. I thrust myself against his hand and tried rotating my hips against his crotch to give us both much needed friction, but Mike wouldn't allow the contact. 

I whimpered and begged, and finally Mike applied the right amount of pressure to my cock. As I rocked against his hand I felt my balls drawing up towards my body. I thrust myself wildly against his hand, bucking and groaning, and as my cock exploded and flooded my underwear with my come, Mike thrust his tongue deep into my mouth to stifle my cries of ecstasy.

Drained and weak, I leaned heavily against Mike as he gently kissed me and brushed my hair off my face. As I opened my eyes to look at him in awe, he smiled gently and leaned in to kiss me again. "Even better than I imagined" he said.

I looked at him quizzically and he smiled and said "You taste even better than I imagined. Your passion sets my body alight – I can't wait to taste all of you". I blushed and looked down, only then realizing that Mike was far from satisfied himself. 

"Mike – " I started.

"Shh, this was for you. Next time we can both enjoy the satisfaction" he replied.

I smiled at that. Mike wanted to see me again. I felt like a schoolgirl being asked out to her first junior high prom. I mean how sappy could I get? He kissed me one last time then walked to the front door. "I'll see you tomorrow Carson. Be ready by 12. I'm taking you to lunch – no excuses." With that, Mike turned and left, and I stood standing in the middle of my lounge wondering just what happened exactly in the last hour, and was it real. 

I went and locked the door, then headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Later that night I was lying in bed, reliving the most erotic night of my life. 

And wondering what tomorrow has in store for me...

An Erotic Tale Ch. 02



After a restless night, I awoke Saturday morning to a feeling of great anticipation. Just remembering the previous night's activities sent my body into immediate burn, and my cock stiffened in my shorts. 

Rolling onto my back, I pushed the covers down, reached into my cotton boxers and pulled my dick out. My cock is cut, standing 7" fully erect from neatly shaven pubes, and it was hard as steel. 

Closing my eyes, I gripped my dick with my right hand and slowly began rubbing up and down the shaft. My left feathered across my chest, at times tweaking my nipples, which sent little shivers of sensation down my body. I trailed my hand from my nipples, across my abs to the base of my cock – squeezing firmly, before moving further down to reach my heavy balls.

Taking a firmer grip of my cock with my right hand, I massaged the head using the pre-cum oozing from my cock-slit as lubrication. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would feel like to have Mike's hand rubbing my dick, feeling his tongue glide over my balls and into the warm dark crack between my cheeks. Another gush of sticky fluid leaked from my cock, easing the manipulations of my hand. 

The hand fondling my balls drifted down towards the area between my balls and asshole. Using my knuckles, I apply firm pressure to the area, stimulating my prostrate deep within me, while maintaining a strong steady rhythm on my cock with my right hand. 

I feel the pressure building along my spine – feel my balls retracting towards my body and I speed up both stimulations. Oh yes, I lay jacking my cock into a frenzy while imagining Mike's mouth sucking me. My breathing becomes labored and my moans increase as faster and faster I pump, my cock expanding in my hand, getting hotter and harder. My hips are pistoning into my hands, thrusting up from the bed as I get closer to that pinnacle of ecstasy I can see at the end of the tunnel. My vision blurs and black spots dance before my eyes – I shut them to block out everything but the sensation of my hand bring me to the ultimate pleasure.

I feel the pumping sensation in my cock, my sperm boiling in my balls as they draw up tighter to my body. Oh God, it feels so good. 

I tighten the hand pumping my shaft as I massage my prostate with the other. Yes, yes, I can feel it – my heart is beating so fast I can feel it pounding wildly in my chest. One, two strokes, and I yell out Mike's name as I explode, cum shooting out of my spasming cock and splattering my chest and face with the white hot evidence of my lust. 

Lying there, trying to catch my breath, I couldn't believe what I had just done. Never before have I ever experienced lust like that. My fantasies always revolved around faceless men. Now they had an identity – Mike Grayson. How did this happen? How did he creep into my life so quickly and so completely? 

After taking a leisurely shower, I dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and slipped my feet into my favorite pair of chucks. I had a light breakfast of coffee and toast, but I still had about an hour and a half to kill before Mike was due, so I decided to make some headway with the files I brought home from work.

Just over an hour later, I was startled by a knock on my door. Having become totally engrossed in the work I was doing, I completely lost all track of time. I quickly closed my files and switched off my laptop before opening the door.

Wow, I had somehow forgotten how gorgeous Mike actually was. Standing on my door step, wearing faded jeans which molded and cupped his amazing body in all the right places, a black t-shirt and a pair of Timbaland boots on his feet, I was immediately hit with a case of white hot lust. 

Grinning at my reaction, Mike stepped into my house and pulled me against his body. The reality of his lips was even better than my memory. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and took what he wanted. For some reason his possessive, arrogant actions made my body burn even hotter.

"Good morning," he whispered against my lips with that cocky smile on his mouth. His breath across my damp lips made me shiver in response.

"Um, hi Mike," I greeted back like a complete idiot, which made him laugh softly at my awkwardness. 

"You ready to go?" Mike asked. 

"Yes, let me just get my keys. Where are we going? Do I need to take a jacket or something," I asked.

"Yeah, but just a light jacket - it still gets a bit chilly in the evenings." I cocked an eyebrow at that as well as the fact that he had neatly deflected my question about our destination. So Mike intended us to be out well into the evening –

I shivered at the prospect of spending the whole day with him.

We drove for about an hour heading out of the city, until all we could see of the passing scenery was fields of green and mountains in the distance. About 20 minutes later we pulled into the parking area of what looked like a country style bistro. 

As we waited to be seated, I glanced about the place nervously. I could feel eyes on us and it made me cringe inwardly as to what people were thinking about us being here together. This was all new to me – being on a date with a guy. 

Mike, sensing my unease, squeezed my hand in an act of reassurance. 

After we were shown to our table and our orders taken, Mike sat back in his chair and stared at me. It made me really self-conscious, and I squirmed under his intense gaze.

"Mike, stop staring," I pleaded. 

He smiled and said, "Fuck, you are beautiful. Just looking at you has my cock so hard, I'm ready to explode."

Oh, God. I quickly looked around to see if anyone had overheard him, but our table was fortunately located at the window, and no one was close enough to have overheard.

"I-I don't know what this is Mike. Last night was – I don't usually do that kind of thing. I don't know what's happening to me," I stammered.

"I know baby, I know. This took me by complete surprise as well," Mike said. 

"I wasn't looking to start a relationship with anyone, but now that I had a taste of you, I want you with a hunger I've never experienced before. I can't explain it, but you bring out the caveman in me. The thought of anyone else touching you, tasting you – fucking you, drives me insane," Mike practically growled.

I sat there in shock. Mike felt the same way about me. This chemistry – however crazy it was, was just too intense to walk away from. 

"I've never done this before Mike," I confessed. "Please, I do want you, but I'm not sure how to do this." 

From the look on Mike's face, I could see that he was a bit shocked by my confession. But then, the shock was replaced by that cocky confidence that I was beginning to understand, was such an intrinsic part of Mike's charm.

"Lets just go with it baby. We both feel it and want it, and I would never do anything that would hurt you Carson. I want you to trust me. Tell me you believe me," Mike urged.

I looked at Mike and believed his sincerity. A shy smile touched my lips and I nodded in confirmation.

After an amazing meal, we drove around in the country for a while, stopping at various farms along the way - buying and tasting fantastic cheeses and wines. At around 5pm, we headed back towards home. I had the most incredible day I could remember ever having. 

Mike and I talked a lot about ourselves, our families – just getting to know each other. I learned that he was 32, the middle of 3 children – all boys. His parents were still alive and his father was a retired professor of Sociology. His mom was a housewife who doted on her husband and kids. 

Mike actually had an engineering degree, but when the opportunity arose to buy the sports bar from the previous owner, he had jumped at the chance to do something besides the usual daily grind. That was 3 years ago. Before that, he had worked for a large engineering company as a senior engineer, but didn't really enjoy it much.

I told Mike about my childhood, losing my parents and the parade of foster homes. He held me in his arms while I told the story, and told me how brave I was to have achieved all I had with no support from loved ones.

Mike didn't take me home, but rather took me back to his place. As we drove through his neighborhood, I noticed how upscale it was. It seems Mike was quite loaded, and that for some reason made me quite nervous. He had an amazing house - not what I imagined him living in at all. The house was a two storey, all glass and reinforced steel. I expected him to live in a more ranch style type of house, but this completely blew me away.

He took me on a tour of the house, and it was all I could do to keep my mouth from hanging on the ground. The house was decorated shades of black, white, reds and greens. However it didn't have the sterile feel of an interior designer. 

"Wow Mike, this is amazing. I mean, just wow," I was astounded.

Mike laughed at my reaction and told me he had loved the house the first moment he had seen it about 4 years ago. He had immediately put an offer down and bought it, and ever since has been decorating it to his own tastes. We took a tour of the backyard which had a huge swimming pool and Jacuzzi attached to it. When we got to the upstairs and master bedroom, my nervousness started once again.

Mike came up behind me and his arms stole around my waist as he gently kissed the side of my neck. I leaned back into his chest and tilted my head to the side to give Mike better access. He gently sucked and bit my neck, marking me. He then softly blew against the wet skin which made my already hard cock even harder. 

He pressed his hips closer against my ass, and I felt his cock hot and hard pressing into me. I moved my hand behind me to gently slide it along the front of his jeans, which made Mike growl and arch into me.

He spun me around and took my mouth with such passion, that I gasped in surprise. His tongue slipped across mine, and we dueled for supremacy.

"Tell me you want this as much as I do, Carson. 

Please baby, I want to feel your skin against mine," Mike whispered urgently against my lips.

"Oh God, yes Mike. Please, I want you – I want to feel your hands against me, you body on mine," I moaned in response.

Mike led me to the bed all the while kissing me. He removed my t-shirt and ran his hands over my smooth torso, giving me a light shove, so I fell backwards onto the bed with a bounce. I toed off my shoes and socks and scooted back towards the headboard, never taking my eyes from Mike's as he slowly began to strip for me. 

He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulled it over his head, and dropped it on the floor. He stood unmoving, watching my reaction to his body. Damn, but Mike's body was a work of art. I thought I had good definition in my body, but it was nothing compared to the chiseled perfection of Mike. He looked like a Greek god with strong shoulders and pecs, rigidly defined abs and biceps. His chest had a light scattering of hair across it and a treasure trail of hair which lead from his navel down into his jeans.

Reaching down to remove his footwear, he straightened before his hands moved to undo his jeans and lower the zipper. He slid the pants over his hips and kicked the jeans away. His underwear tented where his huge cock was trying to escape. He removed his shorts and the sight of his 8" cut cock, beautifully framed by neatly trimmed brown pubes was enough to make my own cock jerk and gush a steady stream of pre-cum. I moaned at the sight of this and reached for my own zipper wanting to free my hard cock from its denim prison.

"No! I want to do that," said Mike.

Crawling onto the bed, he pushed my legs apart so he could sit in the vee created. He ran his hands over my chest and down to my groin, where he unzipped me and peeled my jeans down my legs. As he reached to pull off my underwear off, I closed my eyes in embarrassment. No other male had ever seen my naked body before. I was worried that I would be a disappointment to Mike.

My eyes popped open as Mike growled, "Baby, your body is beautiful". 

He reached over and gripped my shaft in his hot hands. I threw my head back against the pillows at how good his hands felt. This was even better than my fantasies. I bucked my hips up and Mike laughed at my impatience. 

"Please Mike," I begged.

"Easy baby, we have all night - and it's your first time. I wanna make this feel good for you. "

"Mike, it already feels so good. I need more – I need you."

Mike chuckled at my plea, and leaned over and took my mouth in a searing kiss. His lips moved along my jaw line to my ear, sucking and nipping on the sensitive lobe. I could hear his harsh breathing in my ear, and knew that he was as aroused as I was.  

On to my neck he moved, marking me with little lovebites, making me moan and thrash beneath him. He lightly scoured his fingernails down my sides, adding different sensations that made my head spin.

My nipples received that skillful mouth next, sucking on the dark buds until my body arched off the bed and my hands dug into the firm muscles of his back. I thrust my pelvis up, trying to get some friction on my cock to relieve the pressure. Mike moved his body further down so that his groin was out of reach.

Looking up from where his face was hovering over my groin, he spread my legs even further apart and pushed upwards. He leaned in and pressed his face against my crotch, and inhaled the musky scent of my arousal. He took a long lick of my cock, much like one would an ice cream. Popping the head into his mouth he sucked hard, tonguing my cock slit while jacking my shaft with his hand. He moved his mouth from my cock to lick and nibble at my heavy balls. Taking one into his mouth, he rolled it around on his tongue before moving to take its twin into his hot sucking mouth. 

He pushed my legs further up towards my chest, so that my ass was more exposed to him. Using his hands, he spread my ass cheeks further apart before applying his wet tongue to my sensitive hole.

"Ahh, yes! Mike, please I need more," I panted.

Stiffening his tongue, Mike licked at my hole, before slowly penetrating it. My hips jerked off the bed as my hole squeezed around Mike's invading tongue, trapping him inside me. His right hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, heavily lubricated with my juices and jerked me in time with the thrusting of his tongue inside my tight ass.

Squirming under this erotic torture, I moaned out loud, chasing my orgasm.

"Mike, Mike, I'm going to come," I groaned through clenched teeth.

Mike withdrew his tongue from inside me, only to replace it with a wet finger sliding strongly into me – stretching me deliciously. He moved back up to my cock, swallowing it whole as his mouth slid up and down, applying a strong suction. His burrowing finger brushed against my prostrate, massaging that little bundle of nerves - making me scream at the intense sensation rocketing through my body.

Fuck that was just too much for me. Precariously close to the edge already, that just sent me careening over. My cock spasmed as my balls drew tight and my cum burst from my cock into Mike's sucking mouth. My ass contracted rhythmically around his buried finger, while he licked and swallowed every bit of my seed as it pulsed and squirted onto his tongue.

As I lay there breathing heavily, Mike gently withdrew his finger from my clutching ass, once my contractions had eased, and allowed my cock to slip from his mouth.

"Magnificent," he said, as he crawled up my body and held me in his arms. 

I could feel his rock hard erection pressing into my hip. I rolled us over, so that Mike was on his back and I was leaning over him. I kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. It was delicious. I had never wanted to taste myself before - but today, lying here with Mike, I wanted to do and try it all. I wanted everything Mike had in store for me.

"Mmm, that's sexy. I like that you enjoy your own flavor baby," Mike whispered as I moved down his body with my lips. 

I stopped and took his left nipple in my mouth gently rolling it around on my tongue. "Harder baby - more suction," Mike instructed. 

I did as he said, taking the initiative and gently nipping him with my teeth. His body arched into my mouth as his hands gripped my hair to hold me in place. I knew then that he liked the slight pain, and made a mental note to do that again. I moved onto his other nipple, tweaking it with my fingers and using my mouth, drawing Mike into a frenzy of lust.

What I really wanted was a taste his beautiful cock. I gripped his swollen member and tightening my fist around the shaft, I pumped my hands up and down feeling the hard strength of his erection. 

Looking at Mike, I could see his features pinched and his lips compressed into a tight line as though he was in pain. From the sexy sounds emanating from him and his tight hold on the bedding, I knew the opposite to be true - that he was actually in heaven. 

I leaned over and took the spongy head into my mouth, sucking and tasting the sticky liquid coating it. I wanted to make this good for Mike even though I had never done this to anyone before. I lowered my head and sucked him deeper into my mouth. As his hips bucked up, I gagged as his cock touched the back of my throat.

"Easy babe, just do what feels good for you. Suck it a little harder – yeah just like that. Oh God your mouth is fucking amazing," Mike encouraged.

I curled my tongue beneath the sensitive spot underneath the head – rubbed at it with my tongue then licked it.

"Lick my balls. Suck them nice and slow baby."

I moved lower and drew one orb into my mouth, sucking at it leisurely while using my fingers to stimulate the other. As I moved back up to his shaft, I pursed my lips and pressed them over the slit at the tip of his cock. I moaned deep in my throat as his cock jerked in my mouth, and the vibrations of my moans sent pleasure tingly down his spine. I sucked deeper and faster, greedy for all of him. 

Mike's hands clenched in my hair, holding me in place, guiding my mouth to where he needed it the most. I bobbed up and down sucking and licking, using my hands as well to stimulate where my mouth couldn't reach. As his cock once again touched the back of my throat, I swallowed and breathed through my nose to avoid gagging.

Mike's hands clenched even harder and his hips thrust up into my mouth. "Yeah, that's the way, baby. Tease my dick. Fuck that's good. It feels like you going to swallow my dick."

I kept up my pace, knowing the Mike was close. I could feel the pumping sensation in his cock as his balls drew tighter. I sucked and sucked like I was a man dying of thirst and his cock was my water. I used my hands to squeeze and tug his balls to maximize his pleasure.

"I'm going to come," he warned as his cock sunk deep into my throat again. "One more stroke baby." 

He thrust hard and deep and filled my mouth with blast after blast of hot cum. I sucked every drop, savoring it, not letting any escape. "Yes swallow me baby, swallow all of me."

When Mike finally stop coming, I gave his cock one more lick and pulled away to look into his eyes. I smiled shyly at him as I licked my lips and he gave me a lazy smile in answer.

"Come here baby," he held out his arms for me. I crawled over and snuggled into his shoulder.

"Goddamn baby, you nearly gave me a stroke. There is no way you never did that before," he chuckled softly.

I blushed and pushed my face deeper into his shoulder. He laughed louder and squeezed me closer to his side. 

"Sleep baby. I need you well rested for what I have planned for that gorgeous body of yours."

I smiled to myself as he pulled the covers over us as I tried to imagine what pleasures tomorrow would bring. 

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I awoke early Sunday morning to the sound of rain pelting the windows. It took a moment to get my bearings, before everything came rushing back to me.




An Erotic Tale Ch. 02



Mike!

I glanced over my shoulder to see him lying on his stomach, one arm hanging over the side of the bed, fast asleep. 

Oh, God, I needed time to think. I felt like everything was moving at warp speed - and jumping into bed on the first date, may not have been the smartest thing I've ever done. I knew that Mike was an amazing person, but realistically we were still strangers to each other.

I slowly rolled from the bed and gathered my clothes, creeping around silently so as not to awaken him. I needed to get out of there and do some serious 'soul searching'.

After hurriedly dressing, I quietly made my way downstairs, where I used my cell phone to call for a cab. Hopefully the cab would get here before Mike noticed I was no longer in the bed with him.

About 10 minutes later, I was in the back of the cab on my way home. Glancing at my wristwatch, I saw that it wasn't even eight yet.

At home, I undressed and walked into the shower. 

I stood beneath the pulsing hot jets feeling my body slowly relax and unwind. 

My mind drifted to last night and what it meant. As far back as I could remember, I'd avoided large social gatherings and close relationships in specific. But over the past two days, I managed to not only meet a guy, but fall into bed with him. 

As the water started turning cooler, I shut the taps off and stepped out to wrap a towel around my hips. I walked into my bedroom to pull on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. 

In the kitchen I put the coffee machine on and switched the TV on to watch the news while I waited for the coffee to finish percolating.

I jumped as someone knocked on my door.

'Oh crap, it's Mike,' I thought. 

I knew I wasn't ready to see him yet. The knock sounded again.

"Open up Carson, I know you in there. I can hear the TV," Mike called through the door.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath, knowing it was stupid to pretend I wasn't home. I just needed to be firm and let Mike know I needed some time to think things through.

I walked to the front door, undid the lock and opened the door to see Mike standing there with his arms braced on the doorframe. Christ, he looked hot. He's hair was disheveled and flopping into his eyes. He had on his jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of running shoes. 

We stood staring at each other, until Mike calmly asked, "Can I come in to talk Carson?"

I stepped back in answer and he walked into the apartment. I closed the door and stood standing there with my arms wrapped around myself as though they could shield me from him. But if I was honest with myself, it was more to prevent me from reaching for Mike, as I wanted nothing more than to have him kiss me again.

"Would you like some coffee," I finally asked.

"Yeah, that would be great if it's not too much trouble."

I walked into the open plan kitchen and poured two mugs. "How do you take it," I asked from the counter.

"Black, two sugars please," Mike replied.

I handed him his coffee then sat down on the sofa. Mike took the armchair opposite me and we sat there slowly sipping from our mugs.

"What happened, Carson," Mike finally asked. I could hear the frustration and confusion in his voice. "You left without a word this morning. I know all this is new to you, but if you don't talk to me, I won't know what's bothering you or how to fix it," Mike finished.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I just kinda freaked out this morning when I woke up in your bed. God! I've never done anything like that – heck I've never even gone out on a real date before, so the fact that I ended up in bed with you just threw me for a of a loop," I explained.

"Carson –", Mike started. I held up my hand to let him know that I wasn't done yet.

"I need to take this slower Mike. I really like you, and from everything you've said to me, I think you like me to. But we need to slow things down a bit - get to know each other better before anything else happens again," I said. "Don't get me wrong - I loved it, and it was the sexiest thing that has happened to me, but would you be ok with us going at a slower pace," I finished in a rush. 

The last thing I wanted to do was play the role of scandalized virgin, but I also wanted to make sure this was more than just an easy lay to Mike.

Mike stared at me for a long time – to the point where I started fidgeting in my seat. I thought 

I had blown my shot with him completely when he just continued staring at me.

Finally Mike smiled that cocky grin that I love and said, "I've never had to court another guy before, but wooing you might just prove to be a helluva lot of fun."

I started to deny that I had intended for him to woo me like some 18th century Victorian maiden, but he waved away my protest as he sat back to finish his coffee.

"Babe, you are not gonna know what hit you, by the time I am through with you. You will be begging me to fuck you in so many ways that you wont be able to walk for a week," Mike laughed as he watched a very "virgin-like" blush steal over my face and neck.



An Erotic Tale Ch. 03



A few days went past without any calls or visits from Mike. It seemed he had taken my request to heart about needing some space to think things through.

When Mandy had returned home later that Sunday evening, she had popped around to bring me a souvenir she had bought me whilst visiting her parents. She had asked how my weekend went, and not having any other real friends to confide in, I had told her about the intense weekend I spent with Mike. I left out all the steamy bits, but I'm pretty sure her imagination filled in the blanks. 

Completely unexpected, Mandy had agreed with my decision to slow things down, and for us to get to know one another better before 'doing the horizontal hokey pokey' -- her words, not mine!

My weekdays were filled with work, which kept my mind busy and well occupied from straying to thoughts of Mike. My nights - well that was a different story completely. Without the slightest of prompting from my very fertile mind, I would recall - with infinite detail, every nuance of Mike's body and the way his lips had danced across my skin. These recollections of our time together did nothing to curtail my lustful cravings for Mike. 

On Wednesday morning, sitting at my desk, I received a call from reception telling me there was a delivery-man waiting for me. Puzzled at this, I climbed into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. I searched my mind, trying to recall if there were any urgent documents I was waiting on, but as nothing immediately came to mind, I became anxious to see what was in the package.

When I stepped into the lobby, I saw a huge vase of sunflowers sitting on the receptionist desk. 

As I approached, the receptionist turned to me with a speculative eye and said, "Hi Carson. This guy won't let me sign for it. Apparently Mr. Delivery Man here has instructions to have you sign for it personally."

"Can you sign here please, I'm in a bit of a hurry," the delivery man asked me. 

He was of medium height, with a slight paunch around his stomach -- which his courier uniform did nothing to hide. He had on a peak cap with the company logo emblazoned in the front pulled down low on his forehead which all but shielded his entire face, except for the shaggy unkempt beard covering the lower half of it.

I took the pen and jotted my signature down where he indicated. With that, he muttered under his breath, turned on his heel and basically sped out of the building. I looked at the receptionist in mild surprise at his speedy exit, but she just shrugged her shoulders and gave me a look which said, "he's a weirdo".

"Ooh, I wish someone would send me flowers. This must have cost a fortune." Julie the receptionist crowed. "You must have a secret admirer," she hinted slyly. 

I knew she desperately wanted to ask who they were from, but had just enough self-restraint not to.

I reached between the flowers and extracted a florist card. Before opening it, I made sure that Julie wouldn't be able to read its contents.

"I can't stop thinking about you. M" A huge smile stole across my face as I read the card. 

Oh God, just when I thought I was safe from thoughts of Mike at work, he managed to insinuate himself into that facet of my life as well. It seemed Mike was deadly serious when he said he was going to court me.

Thursday, a bakers box arrived with a dozen pastries inside -- all shaped in alphabet letters with spelt out my name. Oh God, how did Mike come up with these ideas?

I chuckled softly to myself, as I headed back to my desk to tuck my treat away to take home later...

****

That evening, Mandy called and asked if I wanted to go down to Mike's Grill with her for supper. She was meeting a few friends there for supper and drinks. My immediate knee-jerk reaction was to refuse, but I knew I needed to thank Mike for the gifts. I agreed and she told me to be ready in half an hour.

The restaurant was crowded when we arrived, but we managed to get a table for four close to the bar. I looked around, but couldn't spot Mike anywhere - maybe he was up in his office.

Once we had placed our orders and our drinks arrived, we all sat around laughing and chatting, while waiting on our food. I kept glancing at the stairs leading up to the office; hoping Mike would make an appearance. 

Mandy, noticing my distraction leaned over to and said in my ear, "Why don't you go upstairs and look for him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Just ask Lance behind the bar if it's cool if you go on up."

"I'm not sure. I don't want to put Mike in a weird situation with his staff, when I explain to the bartender my reason for wanting to go upstairs," I replied.

"Carson! Stop thinking about what other people think," Mandy rolled her eyes at me. Then she got up and went over to the bar before I could stop her. I saw her talking to Lance, gesturing upstairs with her hands, before she returned with a smile on her face.

"Lance says to go on up. Mike is just doing some paperwork. He apparently left instructions that if you came in, to let him know before you left," Mandy explained with smug satisfaction.

I blushed, but excused myself and headed towards the stairs, careful to avoid eye contact with anyone. 

At the top of the stairs, the landing veered off to the right, where three doors led off a single corridor. The first two doors stood open, and were unoccupied, but as I neared the last one, I could hear Mike talking on the phone to someone.

I slowed my pace, and as I reached the doorway, I hesitated before knocking softly. I saw Mike glance up at the interruption with the phone still by his ear. On seeing me, I saw his body tensed slightly as his eyes locked onto mine.

"I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, " Mike said into the mouthpiece, before he slowly replaced the receiver, all without taking his eyes off me. 

"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing," I said as Mike continued staring at me.

"No, I'm glad you're here. Did you get the package I sent you," Mike finally replied.

It took me a moment to figure out what package he was talking about, before I realized he meant the flowers and the pastries.

"Yes, I did. I wanted to thank you for them. I've never received flowers before," I said.

"Was it too cheesy?" Mike cringed.

I laughed at his discomfort. "A little bit, but mostly it was sweet." I wanted him to know that his efforts were appreciated.

Mike stood up from behind his desk and came towards me. He took my hand and walking backwards, he tugged me further into the office, until his ass rested on the front of his desk, and I was standing directly in front of him. He stretched his legs outwards and pulled my to stand between them, so that his hands could rest on my hips.

"I've been thinking about you Carson. Actually that's an understatement - I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last Friday."

"I know what you mean Mike. You've been on my mind non-stop as well," I admitted.

"Go out with me tomorrow night -- no expectations. I just want us to spend some time together. I know you said you wanted space, but I honestly don't think I can handle anymore of this space," Mike practically growled.

Nodding in agreement, I confessed, "I want to be with you to. I still need to get to know you a bit more, but I want us to be together."

Mike smiled and reached up to lay his lips across mine. He gently sipped at my lips, while I sighed in contentment at how good it felt. Our tongues flirted and stroked, before his dominated. He claimed and explored my mouth, as I moved my hands to the back of his neck, threading my fingers up through Mike's hair as I submitted to his kiss.

My skin tingled, as Mike kissed his way down my throat. I angled my head to one side as he feathered my ear with his breath before using his teeth to gently tug my earlobe into his mouth. As Mike sucked on my lobe, I felt an answering tug in my pants. I could feel the blatant thrust of Mike's arousal pressing into my pelvis and I slowly rotated against him so that our cocks were rubbing inside our jeans.

Mike groaned deep in his chest, before slowly disengaging himself from me. We stood close together, panting while our bodies tried to calm down from the rampant arousal coursing through us. Sighing softly, Mike leaned in and gently kissed the side of my mouth before pulling away completely. We stared at each other, before I closed my eyes and stepped back.

Mike moved behind his desk once again, as though he needed to put as much distance between us as possible. I saw him discreetly trying to adjust his pants into a more comfortable position. 

Crap, this was harder than I thought it would be -- no pun intended. All I wanted to do was to grab Mike and do wicked things with his body before we both screamed our satisfaction.

I cleared my throat, "I guess I should get going. My food has probably arrived already," I murmured inanely.

"Uh, yeah. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7 if that's ok with you," Mike ventured not quite steadily himself.

I nodded in confirmation, before giving him one last smile. I headed out the door and back down the stairs.

Mandy and her friends were busy eating and chatting, and as I took my seat, she looked at me inquiringly. I shook my head, letting her know that I didn't want to talk about it in front of her friends, and she seemed to understand, because she turned away and resumed her chatter. 

I tried focusing on my meal and the conversation happening around me, but my mind was replaying our little session in Mike's office. I smiled to myself as I remembered how affected Mike had also been. It made me feel better knowing that I had as much power over Mike as he seemed to have over me. It somehow evened out the playing field a bit.

The following night seemed to set a pattern for Mike and me for the coming weeks. We went out almost every night. Some nights he would take me out to a movie or dinner, or sometimes we would go to his house and just hang, watching a movie or playing in the Jacuzzi. The more time we spent together, the more relaxed I became around with Mike. 

Our evenings were not always strictly platonic. There was some pretty heavy petting and foreplay that we engaged in, but Mike always ended things before we got too carried away. I realized that Mike was respecting the boundaries I had set, but I could feel the underlying frustration he held in check. 

The perverse thing was that I felt it too, and more often than not wished he wouldn't stop at just foreplay, but I always chickened out at voicing my desires. I knew Mike knew how I was feeling, but I also knew he wanted me to actually say it out loud and give him the go ahead.

It was three weeks to the day since we had first spoken to each other that fateful Friday night in his bar. Mike was away on business for that week checking out premises for a possible new sports bar. He was due back tomorrow morning. 

During our telephone conversation that night, I decided to take the bull by the horns and give Mike the go-ahead we have both been eagerly anticipating.

"How was your day babe? You managed to finish that work you were stressing about?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, it was a pain in my ass, but I managed to get it all done before I left for the day"

"I can't wait to get back tomorrow -- I've missed you," Mike voice floated across the phone lines, and I closed my eyes savoring his words.

"I've missed you too, Mike. I wish you were here now." 

"Did you think of me this week baby? Did you lie in bed and imagine me next to you, kissing you -- touching you?" Mike crooned softly in my ears.

"Yes Mike, God yes! I want you Mike," I whispered fervently.

"Carson -- are you saying what I think you're saying, babe?" I could hear the anxiousness in Mike's voice.

"Er, yes. I think I am. No, no, I know I am. I'm ready Mike -- I've been ready for a while, but I been too shy to tell you," I replied in a steady voice. 

I wanted Mike to know that there was no hesitation or second guessing on my part. I wanted him and I wanted him to know how much.

"Fuck! I wish I was there now, I'd show you how much I want you too. Tomorrow Carson - tomorrow I'm going to make sure you know how much I want you," Mike declared.

****

The next day I awoke early, feeling slightly giddy as excitement buzzed through my system. I knew Mike wouldn't be back for a couple of hours yet, and I desperately needed to take my mind off our 'reunion'.

I showered and dressed, had a quick cup of coffee, then decided to hit the shops for some groceries.

Half an hour later, I was strolling down the fresh produce aisle of the supermarket, picking up some veggies and fruit. Buy the time I reached the pasta aisle, I got the niggling feeling that someone was watching me. I'm not usually paranoid - because I know that I've been somewhat blessed in the looks department, and have attracted enough attention in the past, but the hair on the back of my neck and arms were standing on edge.

I glanced about me, but couldn't place anyone overly suspicious staring in my direction. There was a couple strolling down the aisle in the opposite direction, a middle-aged man reading the back label of a box of instant spicy rice, and a pretty rotund lady pushing a baby in a stroller behind me.

Shrugging off my paranoia and putting it down to too much caffeine and anticipation for the coming night, I quickly finished my shopping and headed for the checkout.

Once home, I packed my groceries away, then decided to head over to Mandy's to see what she was up to. I knocked a couple of times on her door, but when I received no answer, I assumed she had gone out. Not wanting to hang around my apartment whole day, I decided to head down to the community park a few blocks from my complex, and just relax and watch the world go by.

I spent a few hours at the park, watching parents run around playing Frisbee and ball with their kids. My heart gave a little squeeze of regret at the fact that these kids were experiencing a childhood that I had missed out on. The obvious love and devotion between parent and child made me wonder if I would ever experience that with my own children. In my mind I could see a little boy and girl running around in the backyard, while Mike and I watched over them with loving adoration.

I was jerked out of my silly musings by a Frisbee landing at my feet, followed almost immediately by a little Jack Russell hot on its trail. I bent to scoop up the Frisbee, right at the same time the little terror reached my feet. He playfully nipped at my hands as I retrieved the disc and placed it in its mouth.

I heard feet thudding on the ground, coming towards us, and when I lifted my head, I saw a man running towards us.

"Sorry about that. Tiger has a nasty habit of nipping at people who touches his favorite toy," the man panted.

"No problem, he wasn't doing anything that warranted a trip to the pound," I mused back, trying to make light of the incident. 

There was something oddly familiar about this man, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Thanks for being understanding. My name is Ron, and you've met Tiger here. I haven't seen you here before -- do you live around here," Ron asked.

For sum reason, Ron made me slightly nervous, but I shrugged it off. "I'm Carson. I don't get time to come to the park often," I said, while hoping he didn't notice my deflection of where I stay.

"Well if you not doing anything, you welcome to join Tiger and me for sum lunch. Nothing fancy, just some sandwiches," Ron offered.

He seemed friendly enough, but somehow gave me bad vibes. The childish saying 'Stranger, Danger' passed through my head, almost making me laugh out loud at the absurdity of the thought.

"Um, thanks for the offer Ron, but I was actually just leaving. I'm meeting some friends for drinks. But thanks for the invite," I quickly offered. I didn't want to seem rude, but I really just wanted to get away.

"Oh, ok then. Maybe next time," Ron said.

"Uhm, yeah. Maybe. Bye Tiger," I said, as I quickly got to my feet and left.

As I left the park, I could feel Ron's eyes on my back. I resisted the urge to turn around to see if he was watching me, and quickly hurried back to my complex. By the time I got home, it was almost 4. 

Shaking off the creepy feeling, I went into the kitchen and made myself a snack before going to sit in front of the TV.

I watched a World War I documentary on TV as I ate, and by the time I finished my snack, I felt better about the whole 'park' incident. I laughed at myself and put it down to stress and anxiety of missing Mike.

I decided on a shower and just I stepped out, my cell rang. I ran to my night stand, and when I looked at the screen, the caller ID showed that Mike was calling.

Grinning like a fool, I answered, "Hey Mike."

"Hey hot stuff. You ready for our date," Mike asked.

"Yes. What time you picking me up? I need to know where we are going, so I can dress appropriately," I told Mike.

"Babe, for what I have planned, you won't need any clothes," Mike husked low in my ear.

My body broke out into goose bumps as I imagined what Mike had in mind for me.

"Just dress casual, babe," Mike chuckled after correctly interpreting my strained silence on the phone. I knew that he knew what I was thinking about, and that made my cock so hard, I nearly moaned out loud.

"I'll be there about 6 to pick you up," Mike finished.

"Ok, I'll be ready" I replied once I found my voice again.

Mike laughed again, and rang off. I flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling wondering about the coming night and how ready I actually was for it.

*

Right on 6pm, Mike knocked on my door. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and his boots. I was dressed similarly except I wore trainers on my feet instead of boots.

Mike was like a sight for sore eyes. It had been five days since we had last seen each other, but it felt like a lifetime.

I immediately walked into his arms, and he kissed me as though he was starving for the taste of me. His hands were everywhere, touching every part of my body he could reach, and I was doing the same. His tongue speared deep into my mouth, sucking and nipping on my lips until I was gasping for breath.

I pressed in close to his body and as his tongue slid into my mouth again, I used my teeth to hold it in place while I sucked on it. Our petting was hot and sexy, and we were quickly getting carried away. I wanted closer contact, but I knew that I didn't want a quick fuck. I wanted the first time to be more than that.

"Mike, we have to stop," I moaned as I moved to dislodge my body from his.

Mike muttered an oath, but he complied. "You ready to go," Mike asked as he finally got himself under control. I nodded, and we left the apartment and headed for his truck. Neither of us spoke, as it seemed the atmosphere was too volatile with repressed desire that could re-ignite at any moment.

We drove in silence, and only about 5 minutes into the drive did I realize we were headed for Mike's neighborhood. When we pulled into his drive, I looked over at him quizzically.

"I thought we could have dinner here tonight," Mike said a bit sheepishly.

I smiled at him and we walked towards his front door. Mike unlocked the door, but before I could follow him inside, he turned to me and said, "Wait just a sec," before he disappeared inside.

Puzzled by his weird behavior, I fidgeted, wondering what he was up to. When Mike finally returned 2 minutes later, he had one hand held awkwardly behind his back. Frowning at Mike, he gave me a shy smile before presenting me with the single red rose he held behind his back. 

At seeing this and Mike's awkwardness, I laughed -- I'm sorry but I couldn't help it. The sheer discomfort on Mikes face was just too much for me to handle.




An Erotic Tale Ch. 03



"Oh God, I'm sorry Mike -- "I stammered between fits of laughter. "Christ, I'm s-sorry..."

The discomfiture in Mike's body dissolved, as he too cracked up under my continuing humor.

"Christ, what a pussy you must think I am. I just wanted this to be special for you babe," Mike finally managed to get out when our laughter had finally subsided.

My heart in my eyes, I gently cupped Mike's face in my hands as I leaned in to kiss him. "It's perfect, you are perfect. I'm sorry I laughed baby, I just didn't expect that from you."

We smiled at each other, before Mike took my hand into his and led me inside the house. When I saw what Mike had done to the place, this time there was no laughter.

I stared around me, completely speechless as I took in the dozens and dozens of candles lit all across the lounge and dining area. It was staggering to think that Mike had done all this for me. I turned to Mike as tears filled my ears. God, I didn't want to start weeping like a little girl, but the awe-inspiring magnitude of what Mike had done for me, completely blew me away. 

"Don't say anything," Mike whispered, before I could get a word in. "Just follow me."

I dazedly complied as Mike took my hand once again and led me towards the dining table. The table was set with candles and silverware, plates and wine glasses. I sat in the chair Mike indicated, and he left me as he headed into the kitchen. He returned with dishes covered in silver domes, and at this I did smile at all the effort Mike put into the meal.

The meal was simple, yet delicious. We lingered over our wine, before Mike suggested we move into the lounge. 

As we went over to the couch, Mike leaned into me and pressed me back into the arm. He kissed me like I was dessert, as he lapped at my neck, before scraping the tendons with his teeth. He moved over me and placed his knee between my legs so that he could balance himself above me. 

My hands gripped his back and arched my pelvis against his thigh. He pressed his leg firmer into my groin as he continued sucking on my neck. I moan and twisted his t-shirt between my fingers as I clutched at his body.

All at once, Mike's delicious weight was gone from my body. I opened my eyes to see Mike standing beside the couch with his hand held out towards me. I placed my hand into his, before he pulled me to my feet. I followed Mike as he escorted me up the stairs and into his bedroom. 

He left me standing just inside the door, as he walked over to the dresser to light the candles that had obviously been placed there in preparation for us. Once the candles were lit, Mike turned towards me and beckoned me to him.

"Tonight I'm going to make you mine," Mike whispered into my neck as I reached his side. Mike reached for the hem of my t-shirt, before pulling it over my head. He placed my hands on his shirt, letting me know that I was to do the same for him. I realized that he wanted me to undress him, just as he wanted to strip the clothes from my body. Mike and I continued our game until the last of our clothes lay scattered on the floor.

Mike gently brushed his hand over my eyes, so that they slid shut. He reached down and laid his lips on my forehead, moved to kiss each closed eyelid, my nose, chin, and then lastly back up to my lips. I trembled in his arms as I pressed closer to his warm body and glided my hands up his torso to rest lightly on his pecs.

I could feel our erections rubbing against each other as we moved together in a seductive dance of mutual lust. My skin felt alive and itchy, even though there was a languorous sensitivity to my body. 

After a few minutes of sensual tongue play and exploring hands, Mike whispered for me to keep my eyes closed, before once again guiding me about the room. I thought he was taking me to the bed, but when he left me and again returned after a minute or so, I knew he was not taking me to his bed. 

Behind my closed eyes, I could sense Mike moving around. I wanted to open my eyes to see what he was doing, but I also wanted to trust in the fact that he wouldn't do anything that would hurt me or make me feel uncomfortable. 

Once again Mike moved me around, so that I was facing away from him, and my back was pressed against his chest. 

"Open your eyes."

I complied, and then gasped as everything came into focus. Lying at our feet, Mike had laid a quilt on the floor. Also before me stood a tall full length mirror, which reflected my naked body. Mike was standing behind me with his hands resting on my shoulders. I stared at the picture we made together, before turning my focus on my own image. 

The candle light reflected off my skin, casting me in a golden tone. My face was flushed, and by chest was rising and falling with my arousal. Glancing further down my body, my cock was swollen and erect, jutting from my body at a 45 degree angle, the head heavily lubed with the evidence of my arousal. From the sensation of Mike's body pressed so close to mine, I knew that he was in a similar state.

As I stared at our reflection, Mike leaned down and kissed my neck -- his eyes boring into mine as I stared at him in the mirror. I shuddered with delight and my neck rolled back onto his shoulder as I gave Mike's lips better access.

My hands reached back and rested on his hips, rubbing up and down his sides in a teasing motion. Mike moved his hands up my body, gently massaging, before his fingers rested on my nipples. He tenderly pinched and rubbed my nipples, making me moan at the intense feeling. I could feel Mike slowly starting to thrust his hard cock between my buttocks which was slippery with the pre-cum leaking from the tip, and I pressed back in encouragement.

Mike pressed down on my shoulder until I was lying on my back on the quilt. I spread my legs so that Mike could lean between them as our mouths met in a rediscovery of delight. I moaned and squirmed under Mike's exploration of my mouth and body. His hands strummed my body like the most expensive musical instrument and I writhed in primal pleasure.

Wanting to take pleasure in Mike's body as well, I surprised him by rolling us over until he was lying beneath me. Straddling his body, I ran my hands over his chest, memorizing every delicious inch of him. As my fingers brushed across his nipples, he shivered, and my fingers returned to the hardened nubs before I gently tweaked them. Mike's head thrashed on the quilt as his body bucked up in reaction to my ministration. 

Smiling in satisfaction, I leaned down and took his nipples into my mouth alternately sucking and biting them, until Mike begged for mercy. I moved lower, sliding my tongue into the shallow indentation of his navel. I poked and prodded holding Mike's hips still with my hands. I cold feel his cock flexing against my chest, leaving a wet, shiny trail of sticky fluid on me.

Knowing I was playing with fire, I reached further down, intent on taking Mike into my mouth. However, Mike had other ideas.

"Oh no, you don't! Christ, do you want to kill me? If your mouth touches me babe, this will be over before it even begins," Mike said between clenched teeth.

Before I knew what was happening, Mike had me on my back once again, and was looming over me. 

"Tell me you want me to make love to you, Carson. I need to hear you say you want me deep inside your body," Mike exclaimed tensely.

"Yes, Mike. I want you to make love to me -- I want to feel your body inside mine. Make me yours," I implored Mike in confirmation of what I was feeling.

Mike needed to further urging. He reached over my head for a condom he had clearly put there in preparation. I watched as he tore the little packet open, extracted the condom to then roll it onto his engorged shaft. 

I watched as Mike shut his eyes, as though pain, but I knew that he was trying to get his raging body back under control. I knew what he was feeling, just as I knew that if he touched me now, I'd explode into a million pieces.

Mike's eyes opened, and I could see the desire and passion burning deep within them. For a moment I felt slightly panicked, until Mike leaned towards me and kissed my fears away. It was blatantly sexual the way his tongue stroked in and out of my mouth. I knew he was demonstrating to me with his mouth, what his body was going to be doing to mine shortly.

I gripped his body in my hands, running my fingers over his skin, scraping, massaging, and clasping his body against my own. I moved restlessly against him, rubbing my cock against his belly while I reached down and fondled his heavy balls. Mike moaned into my mouth, but kept kissing me. I could feel him starting to thrust and it excited me.

Mike removed my restless fingers from his groin and placed them on the quilt at my side. Staring into my eyes, he slithered down my body and sucked my wet cock into his mouth.

"Mike!" I screamed, as my body immediately orgasmed. My body spasmed as it bucked and thrust over and over into his mouth - riding my orgasm.

Mike kept sucking at my softening cock, until I had to pull away because of the sensitivity. Lying there panting, I did not object when Mike rolled me over onto my stomach. 

His hands slid across my back, massaging and kneading my shoulders, while working the kinks out of my sated body. 

Lower and lower his hands caressed, cupping and squeezing my ass, until I felt Mike's lips touch the base of my spine, before moving to sip at the curve of my buttocks. I moaned and thrust my ass towards Mike, and he took that as an encouragement to continue. I could feel my cock stiffening beneath me once again. 

Gently Mike pulled the cheeks of my ass apart, before blowing hotly onto my puckered hole. My body clenched at how good it felt, before I felt Mike's tongue sliding wetly across my anus. Over and over he lapped at my hole, until I sighed and thrust it further into his waiting mouth. 

My eyes opened at the sound of a lid from a tube being released. A second later, I felt one of Mike's fingers, coated in a cool gel, slip across my hole, lubricating it. I sighed and closed my eyes again, as I relaxed my body in preparation for Mike's invasion.

Back and forth Mike ran his finger, just gliding over me, but never entering. Just as my body relaxed completely, Mike's finger finally breached my opening and penetrated my body. I moaned at the feeling of being penetrated. Mike had managed to push the entire length of his finger into me before I had tensed up again.

Slowly withdrawing, Mike thrust his finger in and out of my opening, until I became accustomed to the sensation of being filled. Over and over Mike fucked me with his finger, before inserting a second digit as smoothly as he inserted the first.

Now Mike started stretching my gently, widening my hole by scissoring his fingers in my ass. My hips started moving in rhythm with his thrusting hand.

"You're ready to take me now baby?" Mike murmured softly behind me.

I nodded my head as I was beyond speech at this point. Mike arranged my so that I was on my hands and knees. I looked straight ahead as I realized that this was exactly why Mike had placed us in front of the mirror. I could see everything Mike was doing, as well as my own reaction to his lovemaking. I almost moaned out loud at the decadence of it all.

Mike moved between my spread knees, and shuffled as close to my body as possible. I saw him reach for the tube of lubricant, squeeze some into the crack of my ass, where he proceeded to rub it in. Mike's fingers flowed into my heat without much resistance now. He then squeezed sufficient amount to coat his long cock.

"This will hurt a bit baby, but I promise I'll make it good for you," Mike said as he stared over my supine body into the mirror. I smiled softly and nodded once in affirmation.

Mike gripped my hips as he slid his lubed cock up and down the crease of my ass. I hummed in answer of how good that felt. He would try and lodge it into my hole, before moving it up and down the crease as though priming me for when he finally penetrated me.

"Please Mike," I begged. I needed it so bad. I'd waited my whole life to experience this and now that it was finally here, I wanted no more delays.

Mike grunted as he finally stopped the teasing and positioned his cock at my entrance. Gripping my hips strongly, he firmly pushed the head of his cock into my waiting hole until the head breached the tight ring of muscle and popped inside me.

"Oh God -- " I cried out at the intense burning, at the same time Mike said, "Christ, you feel so damn tight baby."

As Mike gave my body a few moments to adjust to his size, he leaned over and peppered my back with teasing kisses. Reaching under me, he grabbed my throbbing cock in his hands and started pumping up and down.

"Mmm," I murmured, as my body relaxed and my asshole slackened its death grip on Mike's shaft. "Please Mike," I pleaded even as I thrust my body further onto Mike's cock. He slipped in a little more, and we both moaned in unison.

Releasing his hold on my cock, Mike pushed further into me, until his cock disappeared completely into my body and his balls brushed against my own.

"Christ, you're so tight," Mike groaned again. 

With both hands now holding my hips, Mike began sliding his phallus in and out - creating a friction which was almost unbearable. My anus stretched, and his passage eased, with each thrust.

Together we were fluid, our bodies moving like thick, heavy oil. Mike withdrew from my body before easing my limbs towards him. He knelt on his heels behind me, before pulling me onto his lap. With my back still to him, I raised myself over his rigid shaft, and staring into his eyes reflected in the mirror, lowered myself slowly onto him, until he was once again embedded deeply in my body.

My body molded to Mike's as I gently slid up and down his cock, watching us moving together in the mirror, candlelight reflecting and dancing over the contours of our bodies. Turning my head, I rested in gently in the hollow of his shoulder, while Mike's hands reached around my body to cup and fondle my weeping cock.

As we moved together, watching each other as we made love, I reached my hands up and threaded them into Mike's hair. I pulled his face towards mine, as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. My tongue penetrated Mike's mouth as his cock was penetrating my body. 

I could feel my climax looming, rushing towards me, and I knew Mike was feeling the same as well. Faster and faster Mike stroked me, as I sped up my movements on his cock. I was moaning into his mouth and biting his lips, as my body became wild and feral.

Gripping my cock harder Mike pumped me as I squeezed my anus around his thrusting cock. Together we moved chasing our fulfillment. 

"Yes, yes, I'm almost there Mike. Don't stop," I whimpered into his mouth.

"Oh God, you feel amazing around me baby -- your body squeezing mine, milking it," Mike growled into my ear.

Just as I thought I couldn't stand anymore, my body explode into an earth shattering climax, my cum shooting from my cock, as spurt after spurt of white hot release was milked from me by Mike's hand.

As my climax tore through my body, I heard Mike's muffled yell and felt the throbbing of his cock as he released his hot seed into the condom.

**

I awoke sometime during the night to the feel of Mike's body wrapped around mine. I stared into the darkness as I savored the closeness of having someone hold me. 

Lying there, listening to Mike's steady breathing; I knew that I had found something wonderful that I wanted to spend my life getting to know. 

The only niggling concern I still had was whether or not this was the long haul for Mike as well. As much as I wanted to believe that, I needed to be realistic and not go through life in rose tinted glasses.

**

Having spent a wonderful day with Mike on Sunday, he dropped me off at my complex on the way to his restaurant. As much I would like for Mike to stay over with me, he had a lot of catching up to do at the bar, since he had been away for a whole week.

I watched as Mike drove off before turning and heading into my building. As I was unlocking my apartment, Mandy's door opened across the way and she peeked out.

"Hey there stranger," she laughed slyly. "Have a good weekend?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

I laughed at her silliness, and nodded my head in confirmation.

"Oh, wait, I've got something for you. There was a delivery for you yesterday, but since you were out I signed for it," Mandy finished in a rush.

My brow pleating in confusion, I waited while she went to collect the package from her apartment. 

She returned with a black box wrapped with a bright green bow.

"Who is it from?" Mandy queried.

"I'm not sure," I answered. Then suddenly it hit me. This must be one of Mike's 'courting' gifts. I explained to Mandy and she sighed at how romantic it was.

"Well enjoy," she said before blowing me a kiss and turning back into her apartment.

I went inside my own before turning and locking my front door. Next I put the TV on to watch the news, while I went into the kitchen to heat up some left-over's.

Once I had carried my meal and beer into the lounge, I returned to collect my gift. Sitting on the couch, I pulled off the ribbon and opened the lid.

I smiled as I saw the contents -- hundreds of blood-red rose petals, softly nestled on a bed of silk.

Reaching for my cell, I quickly dialed Mike's number. 

"Missing me already?" Mike answered.

I laughed and replied, "You know I am. I just wanted to say thank you for an amazing weekend, and also that I got the package you sent me."

"Already?!" Mike sounded shocked. "I just called the shop a few minutes ago. Damn they work fast."

I was silent for a bit, trying to make sense of what Mike had just said. Mandy said this package arrived while I was still out with Mike, so it would be impossible for it to be the same one that Mike had just requested from the shop.

"Babe, are you still there?" Mike sounded slightly worried.

"Um yeah, I'm here. Sorry I zoned out for a bit," I tried to laugh it off.

"So, I know we said no more cheesy gifts, but I couldn't resist. That teddy bear just reminded me so much of you when I saw it in the florist window on my way home," Mike enthused. "I just had to have it for you."

Feeling slightly dazed, I made all the appropriate comments before finishing the call. 

Once I put my phone away, I turned back to the box sitting on my coffee table with the rose petals that Mike did definitely not send.

Suddenly all thoughts of eating vanished, as I tried to figure out if there was a mix-up with the delivery or maybe they got the wrong apartment. I looked for a message card or something on the box to give me a clue of the sender or maybe the name of the recipient. But nothing was on the outside or inside of the box.

I made a mental note to ask Mandy about this tomorrow, because to be honest, this gift had suddenly just freaked the shit out of me...



An Erotic Tale Ch. 04



This story is a continuation from the series "An Erotic Tale". To get a better understanding of these characters, it is best to read the previous 3 installments in the series.

This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only.

Remember, knowledge is power! Educate yourself. Always practice safe sex!

 

The Monday following that amazing weekend spent with Mike saw me back at work bright and early. After the weird gift that had been delivered to my apartment while I was over at Mike's house, I needed the extra workload to keep my mind occupied from paranoia theories.

I planned on asking Mandy that evening if she remembered who dropped the package off, or even if it may have been for the wrong apartment.

*

Later that morning, sitting at my computer, I received a call from reception telling me that I had another delivery. At first my heart began to pound a mile a minute, wondering if it was another anonymous delivery. I realized the only way to know for sure was to go down to the lobby to see for myself.

When I exited the elevators, my eyes scanned the reception desk for the delivery. My face broke into a happy - if somewhat relieved smile when I saw the teddy bear holding a rose. The bear was sitting in a basket of 'hay' and had a soft blanket draped across its lap.

Mike!

I recalled the conversation I had had with him over the phone last night when he told me about the teddy bear that reminded him of me. My smile widened even more. Oh God, he made my heart flutter when he did things like this.

As macho as he always tried to pretend he was, he had a soft, romantic side a mile wide. Not that I was complaining mind you!

Julie, the receptionist turned and winked at me as I approached her desk.

"You have a delivery, Carson," she practically cooed as she fluttered her eyes at me. I laughed at her shenanigans, before turning to the delivery man.

"Mr. Landry?" the delivery guy queried. I couldn't understand why he needed me to identify myself again, as he was the same guy that delivered the first gift Mike sent me. Whatever; maybe he had short selective memory I reasoned. At my nod, he passed the clip board to me and indicated where I should sign.

"Thank you, and enjoy your day sir," he said as he retrieved his clip board and turned towards the exit.

"The world is not fair I tell you," Julie pouted as I went to pick up the package from her desk. "All the good guys are either married, or gay, and sending each other romantic gifts. Heck, why can't I ever find Mr. Right who sends me gifts like its Christmas everyday," Julie mourned as I lifted my parcel.

Smiling at her, I replied, "Maybe it would happen for you if you stopped looking for Mr. Stud-muffin, and rather looked for Mr. I-will-make-you-happy."

Glaring at me with mock outrage, she moaned sulkily. "Oh boo, it's always the beautiful people who try and convince you that looks don't matter."

Staring at each other over the bear in my hands, we both burst into laughter at the stupidity of the conversation.

"Thanks Jules, see you later," I called over my shoulder as I walked towards the lifts.

*

That evening when I got home, I stopped by Mandy's on my way to my apartment. Knocking on her door, I couldn't help but grin down at my bear resting in the crook of my arm. I could here movement inside, and a second later Mandy opened her door, dressed in her bathrobe. It was clear she had just had a shower. Her wet hair was wrapped high on her head in a towel.

"Hello cutie. What's up?" Mandy greeted, as she stepped back into her apartment in silent invitation for me to enter.

Shaking my head in refusal of the invite, I answered, "Hey Mandy. Sorry to disturb, but I just wanted to ask you about that package that was delivered here while I was out, the other day. "

Cocking her head to the side, Mandy raised her left eyebrow at me quizzically.

"Sure Carson, how can I help?"

"Um, I was wondering if maybe the package was meant for another apartment and was delivered here by accident. Do you remember what address the delivery guy was looking for?"

Frowning now, Mandy looked at me like I was slightly insane. "Is there something wrong Carson?"

"No, no, its just that Mike didn't send it to me, so I was wondering if maybe it was meant for someone else and got delivered here by accident," I quickly jumped to reassure her. No way did I want to create a scene where I ended up looking like a pathetic paranoid idiot.

"Uh, well I heard knocking on your door, so I came out to check who it was. There was this delivery guy standing there with the package in his hand. I asked him who he was looking for and he said he needed to deliver it to Apartment 306, Mr. C Landry."

"Oh ok, so he mentioned me by name," I said more to myself than Mandy.

"Yup, I told him you were out but that I would be glad to give it to you when you get home. He didn't look like he was sure at first, but I applied my charm -- as you well know," she laughed, "and he finally relented."

"Ok thanks Mandy, just wanted to make sure." I smiled to reassure her.

"You sure everything is ok Carson? What was in the package?" Mandy asked with a curious tilt of her head.

Laughing, I nodded my head. "Everything is cool. I was just wondering because there was no note with the box. It was just some flowers, so I originally thought it might be from Mike, but he says it wasn't him. It's nothing really, maybe just someone at work playing a practical joke since they're all green with envy about the gifts Mike sends me."

"Ah, I see. Maybe you have a secret admirer. And is that from Mike?" She pointed at the bear in my arms.

At my nod and quick blush, Mandy practically swooned in delight, "Oh God, the two of you are so cute. Ah, gives me hope that my Prince Charming will gallop to my rescue soon."

We laughed and exchanged pleasantries for a few more minutes before I said goodbye and turned to enter my own apartment.

As I headed to my bedroom, my cell rang. Looking at the screen, I saw Mike's name flashing on the incoming call.

Smiling, I answered the phone. "Hey"

Wow, was that really my voice sounding all breathless and giddy? God I must have it worst than I thought.

"Hey yourself gorgeous," Mike's voice resonated sexily into my ear. "How was work?"

Looking down at the bear I had deposited on my dresser, my smile widened. "It was good -- all the better for receiving your gift. And I so do not look anything like that bear. He's furry and round."

"Yes, but he makes you want to squeeze and rub him. That's why he reminded me of you -- I can't stop thinking about my hands on your body squeezing and rubbing all that succulent flesh," Mike husked down the phone.

My body immediately flashed hot as I imagined his hands on my body. I felt myself stirring to life in my pants and closed my eyes to savor the feeling.

"Christ Mike, the things you say to me," I practically moaned, breathless and getting harder by the second.

"Can I come over baby? I'll bring some dinner for us," Mike asked. "I missed hearing your voice today."

"Yeah Mike, I'd like that. I just got home so give me about an hour to change and finish off some work I bought home, and then I'm all yours."

"Ok, fair enough babes. I can wait another hour or so to see you again. Are you gonna slip into something more comfortable," Mike teased.

Laughing, I teased him back. "Yeah, and if you a good boy and eat all your food, I might even whip you up some dessert as a treat."

"Only treat I want to eat is you babe." I shivered as Mike's words formed a mental picture of him feasting on my body.

Knowing I was so close to orgasm by just talking with Mike over the phone, I quickly finished up the call, promising to be done in an hour, before I completely embarrassed myself by coming in my pants from Mike's sexy words alone.

I headed quickly to the shower where I soaped and washed the days grime from my body, before turning the water temperature as cold as I could stand it. If I was going to get any work done before Mike got here, I needed to get rid of this mighty erection I was sporting.

An hour later, as I was ready and waiting when the doorbell rang. Jumping up from the couch where I was lazing, watching some TV, I loped towards the door barefoot.

Opening the door, I was immediately engulfed in Mike's strong arms, his lips pressing against mine as we rediscovered each other as though we had been parted for days instead of mere hours.

As Mike's tongue slid across my own, I moaned at how good he tasted as I moved my hands over his back and ass. I sucked on his tongue, tasting his unique flavor that drove me wild with lust. I could feel Mike's hardness against my pelvis, and I wiggled so that our groins were brushing against each other, creating a delicious friction.

Slowly we pulled apart -- Mike stealing one last kiss, before we smiled and I ushered Mike further into the apartment.

"Missed you babe," Mike said as he again dropped a soft kiss on my lips.

"Me too, stud." I grinned as he winked at me before swooping in for another soft but oh-so-sexy kiss.

Damn, but we were like a couple of horny teenagers necking at every opportunity we could find. Never mind the fact that we were standing in my open doorway practically dry humping each other where any of the neighbors passing by would have gotten an eyeful.

Only once Mike headed to the kitchen did I notice the brown bag he was carrying that obviously held the dinner he promised me.

I helped Mike lay out some plates and cutlery, and decided to keep it very simple by serving directly from the containers of food, as we sat at the kitchen counter.

Crap the food was so good. Jumbo grilled shrimp, smothered in a creamy lemon butter sauce, crisp garden salad with avocado, garlic sourdough bread and grilled corn on the cob. Simple yet delicious! When the meal was done, we gathered all the cartons and dishes and cleaned the kitchen.

"Damn Mike, that was amazing. Just for the record, you can feed me anytime if you will supply fantastic food like that," I laughingly teased Mike.

"Yeah, well I'll tell the kitchen staff you approve of their efforts. Oh, wait a minute. I remember something about you supplying the dessert? My sweet tooth is suddenly craving its reward," he said as he pulled me close against him.

"Mmm, well a promise is a promise," I gasped, just before Mike's mouth slanted across mine and all rational thought escaped.

Mike's mouth plundered mine. There was no other description for it. He was like a pirate captain ruthlessly taking his conquered bounty and enjoying every bit of the squirming, writhing, mass of lust in his arms. My hands stole up around his shoulders as Mike easily tipped my head back while feasting on me. His mouth sucked on my lips, teeth nipping me as I whimpered in desperate need.

His mouth followed the line of my throat until he came to my pulse point, sucking hard on the skin, marking me as his. I knew I would have to do some serious collar adjusting tomorrow if I hoped to hide the huge hickey I would no doubt be displaying, from my co-workers.

Mike's hands were all over me, squeezing my ass before kneading the muscles in my back, before once again settling on my ass as though it belonged in his hands.

"Let's get comfy baby. I want to enjoy every inch of your sexy body."

"Yes, my bedroom. Take me to bed Mike." I took Mike's hand in mine, and led him towards the bedroom. Once we entered, Mike turned and closed the door.

I stood at the foot of the bed waiting for Mike to join me, but instead he moved towards the armchair that sat in the corner of the room. I frowned at him as he proceeded to sit in the chair.

Uncertain, I stood in the room staring at Mike, waiting to see what he was going to do.

"I've missed you babe," Mike said as he made himself comfortable in the chair.

"Er, me to Mike. I was kinda hoping that you would show me how much." I felt awkward standing there with a semi hardon, while Mike sat across the room from me seemingly unperturbed.

"I've been thinking about you and your hot little body, and I want you to show it to me." Mike's eyes never left mine as he stared intently. "I want you to strip for me baby -- tease me with your body, before I take us both to heaven."

Christ, this was not what I was expecting when I suggested we get comfortable in the bedroom. My body hardened even further at Mike's suggestive words.

"Mike, I-I'm not sure. You know I've never done anything like this before. Jesus, I wouldn't even know how to do what you're asking," I stammered. I could feel the heat rushing up my body and knew that my face was betraying my embarrassment as well as arousal.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of here baby. You are safe with me. You know I would never do anything to hurt you right?"

Staring at Mike, I slowly nodded my head. "I do trust you, but still Mike --"

"No Carson. This is as much for you as it is for me. You don't seem to realize how much power you have over me. Fuck! It's all I can do not to come every single time I think about you. Christ, you have me so wrapped up in knots I honestly don't know if I can ever unravel myself, or if I even want to."

Oh wow. I stood there eyes practically bulging out of my head as I listened to Mike's confession. He was right; I didn't know that he felt that strongly about me. Oh I knew he could get all soppy when he wanted to, but to basically declare that I held all the power in the relationship was heady stuff.

"Tell me what you want me to do," I whispered as I stared at Mike.

I could see the satisfaction but also deeper than that, I could see the relief in his eyes. It was almost as though he expected me to turn him down.

"Strip for me Carson. I want you to tease me -- tease us both, so that when I finally have you on that bed, I'll get to worship every inch of that beautiful body you have bared for me."

I swallowed audibly as I closed my eyes, trying to work up the nerve to do what Mike requested. God, why was I so nervous? It's not like Mike hadn't already seen all there was of me to see. Not to mention he had basically licked, kissed and touched every part of my body -- inside and out.

Wrapping my courage around me like a cloak, I decided that if Mike wanted a show, I would give him the best damn show he had ever seen. Resolved now in my goal to turn Mike into a writhing lump of over-aroused male, I smiled softly to myself as I opened my eyes and stared directly into Mike's.

Slowly, with the barest of movement, I moved my hands up my chest, feeling the sinewy muscles bunch and contract underneath the cotton t-shirt I was wearing. As my fingers brushed my nipples, they tightened and puckered, drawing a strangled gasp from my throat.

My fingers gently tugged and pulled on my already sensitized nipples, until they stood out prominently against the soft fabric of my sweater. My hands reached for the hem of my shirt, slowly dragging the sweater up my chest to pull it over my head before dropping it on the floor.

Glancing over at Mike, I watched as his chest began to rise and fall as his breathing accelerated. Oh yes, Mike was definitely liking the show so far.

Smiling a little I ran my hands over my chest, reaching higher to tangle them in my hair, as my head fell back onto my shoulders. My fingers drifted from my hair to gently trace the tendons in my neck, tracking onto my lower belly to the waist band of my sweats.

I knew the erection in my pants was obvious against the softness of the fabric, but knowing that Mike could see my reaction to our little game, without actually seeing my cock, was turning me on even more.

As I relaxed into my 'stripper' role, I could let go a bit and just have fun. I watched Mike's lips compress in a straight line and his hands grip the arms of the chair, as though he was physically trying to restrain himself from bounding out of his seat.

Cupping myself through my pants I whispered, "Is this what you want Mike? Do you want me to drop the pants?"

His gaze never wavering from the hand covering my cock, he nodded slowly. "Yes, show me you cock baby," he grunted, barely audible.

Taking a few steps closer, I stood before him. Massaging myself through my pants, I chuckled quietly. "Tsk, tsk. All good things come to those who wait."

Turning my back, I slowly began lowering my pants until they fell in a pool at my feet. Bending over, I reached down to tug them off my feet, knowing Mike would be getting an in-your-face look at my jockeys pulling taught over my ass.

Hearing a muffled groan and a zipper lowering, I straightened and peeked over my shoulder to see Mike reaching into to his jeans and pulling his hard cock out.

"I need you now Carson, come here," Mike commanded.

"Not yet," I told him sternly. "You started this, so you'll just have to behave yourself and enjoy the peepshow."

Sliding my hand into my shorts, I turned slowly so that Mike would be able to see me touching myself.

"Fuck!"

"Maybe later babe, if you are a good boy," I teased him.

Keeping a firm grip on my shaft with my right hand, I lowered my shorts with my left. Hearing Mike's groan and harsh breathing, was enough stimulus for me to continue this torture. Stepping out of my shorts, I kicked it over in Mike's direction, smiling as it landed on the toe of his boot.

Standing there completely naked, stroking myself, using the fluid leaking from my cock as lubricant while my boyfriend watched me, gave me such a head rush that its was all I could do not to keel over from the lust coursing through my body.

I brought my hand -- wet from my cock, to my mouth and licked the juices from it. Mike gasped, still rubbing his fist up and down the entire length of his dick.

"That's right," I murmured to him, "You jerk off while you watch the show."

Turning my back on him once more I bent over at the waist. I knew that Mike could see the crack between my ass in my current position, and from the hissing sound coming from his mouth; I knew that he wanted nothing more than to slide his hot cock in there. Using the hand still wet from my cock juices and mouth, I moved it between my cheeks, making sure that Mike could see me rubbing against the pink pucker of my anus. I shuddered as I rubbed the sensitive hole, bringing even more sensations to my already aroused body.

My other hand continued jacking my cock as I played with my hole. I teased it, before slowly probing the resistant muscle there. As my finger penetrated me, I moaned at how good it all felt. Sliding my finger in and out, I lost myself in the pleasure of being filled. My cock hardened even more as it began dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into my masturbating hand.

I reached forward, coating my hand once again with my fluid, before reaching back and inserting two fingers into my anus. Oh God that felt good, but I wanted more. I continued thrusting into myself, trying to go deeper as my other hand kept up a steady rhythm on my dick.

I jumped lightly as I felt lips gently kissing the curve of my ass. I had zoned into my pleasure to the point where I had forgotten about Mike. As he kissed the cheeks of my buttocks, he pulled my hand away from my ass, so that my fingers slipped free of their hot, tight prison.

I whimpered in frustration, until Mike stood up and wrapped me in his arms.

"No more baby, no more. I want to make love to you now. You've been a very naughty boy, teasing me like that. I think you might be a closeted exhibitionist for all you denials about being unable to put on a tease show."

Sometime during my little show, Mike must have undressed because I could feel all his hot aroused naked flesh pressing close against my back. God, I must have really zoned out if I didn't notice Mike stripping.




An Erotic Tale Ch. 04



With his arms still wrapped around me, Mike walked us over to the bed. He positioned me on the end so that I was on all fours. I could feel my cock hanging hot and heavy between my legs, while my ass felt the coolness of the air as it was spread open in invitation.

"Magnificent," Mike whispered, awe clearly laced in his voice. He ran his hands soothingly up and down my back before trailing a finger lightly between the crease of my ass. I moaned and shuddered as his finger passed over my sensitive hole and I felt it automatically twitch and clench in delight. Seeing my reaction to his teasing, he repeated the action until I was a squirming bundle of yearning desire.

As my cock dripped a steady stream onto the bed beneath me, I couldn't help but beg.

"Jesus Mike, please stop. I need you to fuck me."

"Oh I'm gonna fuck you alright. I'm going to fill this pretty little ass with my cock, and make you scream for more."

Beyond speech, I mewled like a hungry little kitten.

Reaching beneath me, Mike took hold of my wet cock and massaged the head as I writhed and thrust my ass higher in the air. Leaning over me, Mike put his mouth close to my ear.

"Do you trust me baby?" At my frantic nod, Mike grunted and gave me and extra squeeze as a reward.

"Good, because tonight I'm going to do something I have never done with anyone else. I'm going to ride you bareback angel. You are going to feel all of me sliding into your tight little hole, as I make you beg for release."

"Oh God," I barely forced the words out from between clenched teeth. I was already so close to coming from Mike's teasing hand, and his sexy words were pushing me even closer.

"Then when I'm ready to let you come, I am going to fill you up with every drop of my hot cream, until you feel like you are drowning in it."

Jesus Christ! The picture his words painted made my whole body convulse as though I was about to come.

"Lube," Mike asked.

"Right drawer, next to the bed," I managed to get pass the dryness in my throat.

I groaned as Mike left me to fetch the lube. He was barely gone for 5 seconds, but it felt like forever. When he was once again positioned behind me he placed both hands on my ass as he spread my cheeks wide.

"Mmm, pretty as a picture. Bet it tastes as good as it looks."

And before I could fully process his words, Mike had it face buried in my ass, his tongue licking and lashing my hole as it twitched uncontrollably.

Holy Fuck, it was just too much. I pushed my ass further back onto Mike's face as I felt his pointed tongue burrow it into my secret hole. I moaned as I buried my face against the bedding.

Listening to the hungry slurping sounds Mike made, I rode his tongue as he ate my ass out. My body tightened as my balls drew up tight and with a muffled yell, stream after stream of hot creamy liquid erupted from my cock onto the bedding beneath me. Over and over I convulsed, my ass twitching and contracting around his thrusting tongue, until my arms wilted beneath me like limp noodles, and I fell face-down onto the bed.

Turning me over, Mike tsk'd at the mess on my belly from where I had fallen into my own cum. Moving me around so I was away from the sticky mess coating the bed, he leaned over me and lapped the gooey goodness from my stomach. Humming in satisfaction, Mike licked until I was clean before moving up and kissing me, forcing his tongue and the taste of my cum into my mouth. I drew his tongue further inside and sucked until every drop of my juices had been consumed from Mike's mouth.

"I want to taste you now, Mike," I sighed against his lips.

Moving to straddle my chest, Mike grabbed hold of his angry looking and dripping dick, and fed it into my mouth. I used my hands to hold onto his hips as I bobbed my head up and down his pole, sucking as much of his length into my mouth as I could manage from this angle.

Bracing his hands against the headboard in front of him, he levered himself slightly up onto his knees as he began a gentle thrusting into my mouth.

"Oh yes," Mike breathed, "that's sweet. Suck it harder baby. Do you know how fucking beautiful you look with your lips wrapped around my cock."

"Mmm," I moaned around his thrusting length. I continued sucking, stroking my tongue against the underside of his cock. Mike's thrusting became more powerful, making me gag as the head touched the back of my throat. Over and over I sucked and licked, opening my mouth wide so that I could take as much of his length down my throat.

All at once, Mike was withdrawing from my mouth, as he sat back on my chest, flushed and breathing heavily.

"No more, I don't want to come until I'm buried deep inside your ass."

Moving down my body, he nipped and licked my neck and shoulders, before moving onto my nipples. Drawing one hard bud into his mouth, he pursed his lips around it before suckling it as a baby would nurse from its mother. Sensations shot from my nipple straight to my dick, where I could feel it filling with blood once more.

Alternating between my nipples, Mike sucked and bit them, sending me into a frenzy as his hands held onto my now thrusting hips. My hands gripped Mike's head, twisting in his hair as I enjoyed the brutal treatment of Mike's mouth on my aching nipples.

It all felt too good. "Please Mike, I need you. "

Continuing down my body, he stopped at my now fully engorged cock and took a few swipes at the crown with his tongue, before moving on to suck my balls into his mouth.

He reached for the lube, and I felt one slick finger rubbing against my anus before slipping easily inside. I squeezed the digit inside me, before Mike added another finger. Over and over his plunged his thick fingers into me, jabbing at my prostrate before scissoring them apart, stretching me for the ultimate invasion.

Withdrawing his fingers, he lubed his cock up and lined it with my pucker. As I stared up at Mike from my position on the bed, he grabbed my spread thighs and draped them across his arms, holding me wide open for his entry.

"Are you ready baby," Mike asked. "I'm going to go in all the way. This wont be easy. Are you sure you ready for this Carson?"

"Please Mike. Please push inside me. Please," I begged completely under his lustful spell.

I could see his pupils swell, his knees shifted and then I felt that incredible hot head of him pushing wide and wet against my opening, pressing forward. Oh God, it burned, the pain almost unbearable, but the relentlessness and fullness of the penetration was distracting me, so that all I could think about was that I wanted more, deeper, harder.

Steadily Mike continued his assault on my body and senses, until finally the entire length of his body was buried so far inside me, I could feel his balls pressed up against my own.

Giving my body just a few seconds to adjust, Mike slowly withdrew before slamming back inside me. Throwing my head back, I yelled at the brutality of his penetration. Oh my God, it felt fucking amazing. Again and again Mike slammed into me, driving us both into a rage of need.

Screaming my pleasure, I rocked against him, begging fore more, harder, deeper, faster, anything to end this agony pumping through my body. A symphony of sounds assaulted my ears, as Mike continued his relentless pounding -- our harsh breathing; my moans of ecstasy; the liquid squelching sounds our body's created where we were joined.

Reaching down towards my cock, I intended to finish this endless torture, but Mike knocked my hand away and grunted, "You don't fucking touch that. It belongs to me."

I was close, so close, just a few more strokes against my prostrate, and I would be there.

"Oh God Mike, yes, yes, there. I'm almost there, please."

"Am I hurting you?" he said. "You so damn tight baby."

Shaking my head no, "It's good. Push harder. Give me all of it."

Sweat rolled down his chest and tiny noises issued from his throat, as he continued his driving rhythm. With a grunt of effort, he pushed deeper. "Just a little more," he gasped and then he was there and I could feel his body starting to throb inside of mine.

Mike's cock grew firmer, fatter and he whispered, "Together, we come together."

My arousal rose at his command. My cock leaking so much and running down my sides, I thought the bed would be completely soaked. Sawing in and out of me, stretching me relentlessly, I was dizzy with the need to come. Then I felt it, up, up, I moved towards that peak of fulfillment, squeezing Mike tighter as he's rhythm took on a frantic pattern, until finally the first sweet pulses of my orgasm crashed over me, my cock erupting with the endless jets of my release, coating my body with the white hot evidence of my orgasm. As my body contracted around Mike's cock, I felt him too stiffen and my inner walls were blasted by his hot seed, marking me on the inside as his.

**

Later, snuggled in Mike's arms, I decided I needed to tell Mike about the package I received. Rolling from the bed, I got up and pulled on my discarded sweatpants lying on the floor.

"Where are you going babe?" Mike asked as he saw me pulling on my pants and heading for the door

Turning to look at him over my shoulder, I said, "There's something I need to show you. I'll be back in a sec."

I returned carrying the 'package' I had received, and placed it on the bed between us. Frowning, he stared at me then at the box.

"You didn't need to get me a present babe," Mike smiled slightly.

Oh God, I blushed as I realized Mike thought this was for him. I suddenly felt very selfish as I realized that in all the time we have known each other, Mike has always been the one sending gifts. I've hardly reciprocated on that front.

Blushing in embarrassment, I stammered, "Uh, no Mike, um this is not for you. I mean not that I won't get you something - I mean, this is not for you specifically, but I can get you something else.... " I finished off lamely.

Laughing at my discomfort, Mike reached over and patted my leg. "Don't worry about that babe, I was just teasing you. You don't have to get me anything, really."

"Uh, ok. This arrived when I was at your house the other day. Mandy signed for it and gave it to me when I came home. I assumed you had sent it, but when I spoke with you on the phone I kinda figured it wasn't from you."

Mike reached for the box and pulled the lid off. Staring at the dozens and dozens of blood-red petals lying inside, he reached in and grabbed a handful. Looking up at me, I could see he looked pissed.

"Who else are you seeing Carson, and don't even think of fucking lying to me," Mike grated out.

Shocked at this unexpected attack, I could only stare dumbly at him. "Christ Mike, I'm not seeing anyone else. You know that. And fuck you for thinking I'm the kind of guy who would cheat. For fuck sake, you know this is my first real relationship." My voice had risen with each word, until I was practically shouting at him, my chest rising and falling with my agitation.

Looking a bit shell-shocked himself at my reaction to his poorly asked question, Mike took a deep calming breath and ran his hands through his hair.

"Shit baby, I'm sorry. I know you not the type of guy to fuck around. My only excuse is that you bring out the goddamn caveman in me. "

Nodding my acceptance of his apology, I gestured to the box. "I asked Mandy about it, and she said it was a delivery guy who brought it and that he definitely didn't have the wrong apartment. He asked for me by name."

"Ok, let's think about this rationally before we jump to conspiracy theories. You make any new friends recently that would maybe have gotten the wrong message about your friendship?"

Wracking my brain, I shook my head no. "Only you and I don't think you have the wrong end of the stick about us," I managed to smile as I said it.

"Work colleagues perhaps?" Mike queried.

"I thought about that also, especially since they are all jealous of the gifts you've been sending. So I haven't ruled that out completely."

Nodding his head, Mike agreed that we would go with that theory for now. I was glad, as it was better than imagining I had some stranger out there whose attention I had somehow unwittingly managed to snag.

Resolved in our theory that it was a work prank, I felt much better about the whole thing. Mike made me promise to tell him if anything else like this popped up, but until that happened, I decided to get rid of the box and put the whole incident out of my head.

**

A couple of weeks later, I decided that I needed a workout. I had been pulling a few late nights at work and hadn't managed to make it to gym regularly.

Deciding to forgo the gym, I pulled on my jogging clothes, locked my door and headed down to the community park to run a few laps while enjoying the early spring sunshine.

I ran a few laps which roughly added up to about 3 miles, before heading over to the water fountain for a drink. No sooner had I finished taking my drink before a little Jack Russell came bounding over to me with a Frisbee hanging from his mouth.   Looking down at the dog, I felt a trickle of familiarity nudge my subconscious, but I couldn't place where I knew this dog from. Just as I was about to bend down to pat the dog, I heard someone whistling and yelling.

"Here boy, come on Tiger, bring the Frisbee back to daddy."

Suddenly it all came back, and I knew who the owner of this dog was. Straightening, I turned just as Ron loped towards us. Wearing a pair of shorts and sweater, a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, Ron stopped in front of us.

"Well hello there. You're Carson right?" Ron asked slightly breathless from his run across the park.

"Uh, yeah, that's right. " I replied with as much friendliness as I could inject in my voice.

"We met a couple of weeks back here. I'm Ron and this is Tiger."

"Yeah, um, yeah I remember."

"So you were doing some laps. Maybe if you done I could buy you a drink or some lunch." Ron asked as he eyed me up and down.

Crap, there goes that "Stranger, Danger" radar off again. For some reason that I couldn't understand, Ron made me feel very uncomfortable. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like I was an ice cream on a hot summers' day and he wanted nothing more than to lick me up.

"Uh, thanks for the offer Ron, but I don't think that is a good idea." I tried to ease the brunt of rejection with a smile.

"Oh, ok, I get it. You don't have to explain. I know I'm not much to look at. I was just trying to be friendly." I could hear the affront in Ron's voice as he stared at me.

Shit the last thing I wanted to do was piss this guy off, but there was no way I was going anywhere with him.

"No, it's not that Ron. I'm sorry if it sounded like I didn't want to go out with you. It's just that I'm in a relationship and I don't think it would be a good idea to be going out with anyone else. Um, he's pretty jealous," I finished off lamely, hoping Ron would accept that.

"Ok, I understand. Sorry if I came on too strong. Maybe we could be friends?" Ron asked looking eager.

Ah damn! How did I get myself into these situations?

"Uh, yeah, we can be friends. Listen I don't mean to be rude, but I have to get going. I'll see you around, Ron," I said as I stepped back. I hoped I didn't sound as anxious as I was to get away.

Cutting off any easy escape I may have planned, Ron stuck out his hand to me. Having no option but to shake it, I leaned forward and grasped his hand in mine.

"I'm glad we can be friends Carson. It really means a lot to me."

Ron squeezed and held on to my hand a little longer than was necessary. Subtly disengaging my hand, I had to make a conscious effort not to wipe it down the leg of my shorts, as though wanting to get rid of his touch.

Nodding my head in affirmation, I gave Ron a quick smile, before turning and jogging out of the park. This time I could definitely feel his eyes on me and I shuddered slightly as the hairs on my nape stood up.

I had made plans to meet Mandy and some of our friends at the movie theatre, before heading over to Mike's bar for a late dinner. After returning from the park, I showered and changed before hitting the grocery store for much needed supplies. It was my birthday in a few days, and I planned on inviting some people over for a casual barbeque. I knew I needed to stock up now, as the coming workdays would be frantic with last minute audits with the financial year coming to a close. I didn't want to take the risk of leaving anything to chance and being rundown with last minute details.

As I cruised up and down the aisles of the supermarket, I mentally ticked off everything I needed as I loaded it into the shopping cart. Steaks, veggies, chips, dip, beer, wine; and on and on the list went.

As I got to the cereal aisle, someone tapped me on the shoulder. Jumping at the sudden intrusion to my thoughts, I turned to see none other than Ron standing behind me with a sappy grin on his face.

Now that we were indoors and he wasn't wearing a cap on his head, I could see that he was much older than I first thought. He looked to be in his early forties, with the start of a receding hairline making his forehead seemingly larger than it actually was. He had light brown eyes that matched his light brown hair. He was about 5'8 in height and had the beginnings of a slight pouch around his middle, but seemed in otherwise pretty good shape for a man his age.

"Hey friend, fancy meeting you here," Ron greeted, clearly pleased with our run-in.

Unfortunately, I couldn't see the pleasure in what must surely be fate messing with me.

"Uh, yeah. Hi Ron," I answered more subdued.

"If you had told me you were going shopping, I could have come with you," Ron said, as though this was a normal activity complete stranger did with each other.

"It was sort of a last minute decision. I had some time before I have to meet my friends."

"Well if you want some company while you shopping, I'll be glad to provide it." Ron said as he pushed his own shopping cart closer. I glanced into his and saw that he must have just started his shopping as there were only a few items in there.

"No, no that's ok. I'm sure you have lots to do, and besides this is the last item on my list," I added quickly, before Ron could suggest comparing brands next. "Thanks for the offer though, but I'm actually heading to the checkout next." I smiled knowing at least that was the truth.

"Well, ok, maybe next time then," Ron didn't seem impressed with my rebuff. I could see he wanted to push for more conversation, but I turned my cart towards the checkout counters to try and cut the conversation short.

"It was nice seeing you again. You take care." And off I was, in what I hoped didn't seem like mad haste to get away from Ron.

Shit a brick. What was it with that guy? He kept popping up everywhere. Only once I was safely in my car on the drive home did I breath a sigh of relief. I kept expecting him to come up behind me while standing in the checkout line and start another conversation. Damn, now not only did I have to dodge the park, it seemed I also needed to find another grocery store.

*

The next few days passed by quickly as I was predictably bogged down with office work. Mike called me every night, but because of the late hours I spent at the office, we didn't see much of each other.

The funny thing was that not only did I miss spending time with Mike, but I missed the hot, sweaty sex as well. This was a new feeling for me, especially since I had managed to go 25 years without sex, and now after just a couple months with Mike, I was like an addict needing a fix.

Mike did manage to coax some sexy phone calls out of me. At first my natural shyness overruled my desire, but after a little reminder of my strip show, I managed to loosen up enough for us both to enjoy it.




An Erotic Tale Ch. 04



It was the day before my birthday. The good thing was that my birthday was the Friday, which meant we could party and not worry about going to work the next day with a hangover. On my way home from work, I decided to stop by the bar to pick up some supper and hopefully catch Mike.

By now, all the staff knew me by name, and as I entered, Lance, the bartender haled a greeting at me. I made my way over to him and placed and order for a rack of ribs with the works to takeaway, and then asked him if Mike was upstairs in his office.

"Yip, and boy am I glad you here. Boss has been moping around here for the past few days. Think he has withdrawal symptoms," He winked at me as he laughed.

I laughed with him and then told him I would collect my order in about 20 minutes.

"No rush," Lance said conspiratorially as I headed for the stairs. "Maybe you can put him in a good mood for the rest of us."

"I'll do my best," I called over my shoulder as I proceeded up the stairs.

Once I reached the second floor, I headed down the passage until I reached Mike's office. The door was closed, but I could hear music coming from inside. Knocking I waited until Mike called out for me to enter. As I pushed open the door and entered, I saw Mike working at his desk, an empty plate -- which must have held his dinner and a glass of whiskey and ice, sitting on his desk.

Mike glanced up from the paperwork he was engrossed in before doing a double-take. "Holy hell angel," Mike said as he jumped up from behind his desk and made a beeline for me.

Grabbing me in his arms, he crushed his mouth on mine. Moaning at the intensity of the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck as my fingers tunneled into his hair.

When the need for air drew us apart, Mike released me, and stepped back.

"God, you are a sight for sore eyes baby. I thought I would only see you tomorrow. I've missed you."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I missed you too Mike. I couldn't resist so I decided to stop by for some good cooking and to surprise you."

Drawing me back into his arms, Mike kissed me again as he ground his now hard dick against me. "Anytime you wanna surprise me, be my guest baby."

"Mmm, really? Well in that case, there is something I've been meaning to give to you as a surprise."

Taking Mike's hand, I led him back around the desk and pushed him into his chair. I walked over to the office door where I firmly closed and locked it. Turning back, I saw Mike had a dirty grin on his face.

As I went over and stood between Mike's legs, I looked down at his lap to the very noticeable bulge pressing against the flies of his jeans.

"That looks a bit uncomfortable," I said as I dropped to my knees before him. "Why don't we give it some space to breath?" I reached out and unbuttoned his pants, before gently lowering his zipper over the substantial girth.

Once I had him freed, I took him into my hand and rubbed my thumb over the already wet head. Bending down, I licked at the moisture coating my finger, before proceeding to suck the crown of his cock deep into my mouth.

Moaning at the heat and wetness of my mouth, Mike thrust his hips up further into my mouth. I decided then that I wanted to put into practice all the literature I've read over the years on how to give an amazing blowjob. Recalling all the advice I ever heard as well as from watching porn, I got down to work hoping to give Mike a blowjob he would never forget.

Making sure to keep the whole shaft nice and wet with my saliva, I sucked and slobbered all over Mike's hard dick. Moving one hand down to toy with his balls, I wrapped the other around the base of his cock, and began pulling his cock and balls in opposite directions as I kept my mouth wrapped firmly around the head of his penis. I continued this action, watching the skin pull taught and then release as I glided my hands up and down his length.

The effect was astonishing. Mike, clearly never having experienced this, nearly bolted out of the chair at the intense, conflicting sensation. He began panting as I continued, making sure I kept his pole well lubricated with my saliva.

"Holy shit," Mike yelled.

Smiling to myself, I stopped the torture, only to replace my hand with my mouth. Swallowing Mike whole, I licked at the vein running underneath his penis, before tickling his glans with my tongue. I inserted the point of my tongue into the slit at the top of his cock as I sucked at the precum freely flowing from him.

Up and down I bobbed, fondling his balls with my hands as I brought him closer to orgasm. My hands twisted and rubbed; my tongue licked and warmed; Mikes panting breaths rushing over my face as he gripped my head tighter in his hands.

Maintaining the steady pumping with my left hand, I removed my mouth from Mike's cock to look at him. His head was thrown back, eyes tightly shut as he concentrated on the feelings he was experiencing. Knowing I needed to finish him off, I spied the glass of whisky on his desk. Without breaking stride I reached over and snagged the glass. Tipping the contents into my mouth, I gathered the ice cubes onto my tongue before bending once again to my task.

Opening my mouth as wide as it could go; I engulfed Mike's cock in my mouth, sucking hard as the coldness of the melting ice added another dimension to Mike's pleasure.

"Motherfucker," Mike yelled, as I held tight onto his hips; his orgasm burst from his cock ejaculating deep into my throat, so that I had to pull back before I choked on the fountain of salty come shooting from Mike.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God..." Mike panted as he came down from his release.

Pulling me up into his arms, he kissed me tasting his own flavor on my lips as I smiled at him shyly.

"How was that Mike?" I asked, knowing it had practically blown his head off.

"Christ baby, who taught you that..." I laughed at the fact that he was having difficulty catching his breath.

"Surprise," I murmured as I kissed him again and we both laughed. "My food should be ready by now. I'll see you tomorrow?" I queried as I slipped off his lap and headed for the door.

Nodding his head, he tucked himself back into his pants as he joined me at the door. "Want me to come over? I can reciprocate,"

Smiling, I shook my head. "Nope, I need my beauty rest and anyway I get to have you for the whole night tomorrow."

Sighing as though the world rested on his shoulders, Mike pouted but gave me a kiss. As I headed back downstairs, I couldn't help but wear a smug little grin on my face.

I headed over to the bar to pick up my food and Lance turned to me with a smile of his own. Clearing his throat, he said, "Um, well that was entertaining. I guess the boss man is feeling better now."

Blushing, I knew they had probably heard Mike's very vocal response to my blowjob. I handed over some cash for my food, but shaking his head, Lance said, "Your money is no good here. Boss man would have my balls nailed to the bar."

Grinning at his very vivid description, I thanked him and headed home. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

**

I had decided to finish off work a bit earlier today, seeing as it was my birthday and I needed to make sure everything was ready for tonight.

Mike had woken me with an early morning 'birthday' phone call, that ended with us both panting for breath and our bellies and chest covered in sticky cum. Yum, just what the Birthday Fairy order!

The party wasn't going to be fancy or big. In attendance would be Mandy and our usual gang that hung out regularly; a few close work colleagues and of course me and Mike. In total there would just be ten people coming over tonight. No doubt it would be an intimate, but entertaining group of people.

By 7pm, I had everything ready. Mike called to say he could only make it by 9, as two of his staff had called in sick, and he couldn't possible ask Lance and the waitress to handle the Friday night crowd all on their own. Reassuring him that it was ok, I made a quick dash through the apartment once more to make sure everything was perfect. It was the first time I would be having people over to my place, and I was so nervous, my knees were practically knocking against each other.

A quick wacky rap against my door, told me Mandy was here. Never one to conform to the norm, I could always count on her eccentricity to liven up the place. Opening the door, I was dragged down to her height and engulfed in a wave of Chloe perfume, as Mandy wrapped her arms tight around my neck and squeezed.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to YOU!" Mandy sang as she hugged me.

Laughing, I closed my arms around her and straightened to my full height, lifting her slight frame clear off her feet.

"Thanks Mands," I said as we finally ended our exuberant embrace.

Shortly after that, my other guests arrived and the party got well into swing. Beer and wine flowed. Laughter and conversation battled for supremacy over the pounding of the music, and the smell of the smoking grill wafted in the night air from the balcony.

By the time Mike arrived, I was convinced the party was already a success. Everyone seemed to get along and was having a blast.

Closing his arms around me, Mike pressed a kiss to the side of my neck as he whispered, "Happy Birthday, baby." God I almost melted right then and there. He was just so sexy and manly, and by the envious looks and sighs the women were giving me, I could tell that they agreed with my assessment of Mike.

By the time the last of the guests left, it was well after 2am. Leaning into Mike's solid frame, I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder as I sighed in exhaustion.

"Let's go to bed baby, we can clean up tomorrow. You go ahead, I'll make sure everything is locked up and turned off." Mike said as he nudged me towards the bedroom.

Reaching back, I pulled his head down and kissed him. "Thank you," I said before going into the bedroom.

By the time Mike came in and closed the bedroom door, I had already used the bathroom, stripped and was under the sheets. I lay in bed and listened as the toilet flushed, opening my eyes as Mike came back into the room and began undressing. As his body was bared to my eyes, I suddenly didn't feel that tired anymore.

Mike, seeing my reaction, grinned and pulled me into his arms as he climbed into bed. Moving over me, he kissed me deeply, running his hands over my body, making me burn hotter for him.

"Happy Birthday," he said again as I moaned and arched into his body. I rubbed my legs against his hairier ones, as I cupped and molded his ass in my hands. Reaching between our bodies, Mike took hold of my cock and began stroking me as I pumped my hips into his hand.

"Mike," I moaned. "I need you."

Reaching over to the drawer Mike got the lube out. Quickly coating his fingers, he used his knees to spread my legs wide as his finger searched and found my aching hole. Pushing two fingers inside, my back arched off the bed as the pleasure-pain of his penetration shot through my body.

As Mike nipped and sucked on my earlobe, I could hear his breathing hitch as his own pleasure mounted. "Fuck so tight baby,"

"Now Mike, please, I want your cock."

"You gonna have it baby, all of it in this tight little body."

Sleeking his cock up with lube, he positioned it at my entrance, before sliding hot and hard into my welcoming body. Feeling my body stretching around his thickness, I cried out in pleasure as I squeezed my sphincter tight around his invading shaft.

"Oh, yeah angel, squeeze my cock. Milk me," Mike grunted in my ear.

As his thrusting built in momentum, he reached between our sweating bodies and wrapped his fist around my dick. Jacking me in time with his movements, my fingers dug into the muscles of his back as I pumped up into his hand. Again and again he shoved into me, stretching me wide, making me cry out as my release rushed up towards me.

"Oh God Mike, now, now, I'm there. I want to feel you come." I chanted repeatedly as my orgasm built.

"Ugh, yeah, um, you gonna get my cum baby. Shit, oh yeah, here it comes,"

And as I felt my tight body sucking Mike further into me, milking the come out of him, my own orgasm crashed over me, and I screamed as my body convulsed beneath Mike, and I coated his hand and my stomach with my own hot semen.

Later, as I was drifting off in Mike's arms, he spoke to me.

"Babe?" he queried softly.

Opening my eyes, I replied, "Hmm?"

"My mom wants you to come over for lunch next Sunday if that's ok with you."

Ok, now that caught my attention. Shifting so I was facing Mike, I looked at him wide-eyed. "You told your family about me?" I asked slightly shocked. I hadn't given it much thought, but I didn't expect Mike to introduce me to his family after only a couple of months of dating.

"Of course I told them. You are not my dirty little secret baby. I want them to meet you. All they ever wanted was for me to be happy, and you make me damn happy angel."

Oh shit, I think I was on the verge of tears. I cold feel them gathering in my eyes, but I really didn't want to seem like a dork and blubber all over Mike. Seeing my reaction, Mike smiled gently and pulled me against his chest.

"So what do you say babe?" he asked again, sounding slightly anxious, as though I would refuse.

"Yes, Mike, I would love to meet your family." I whispered hugging him tight. Mike squeezed me in return and I remember drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face.

**

Ok so what do you wear when you meet your boyfriend's family? Whole week I had been stressing over meeting Mike's family.

Holy shit I was a fucking nervous wreck. In a panic, I called Mandy begging her to come over and help me choose something appropriate to wear. Even though it was only Saturday, I didn't want to be running around like a headless chicken tomorrow trying to figure out what to wear.

Going through my closet we decide on a one of my nicer dress jeans, paired with a moss green button down shirt, black waistcoat and black loafers. In Mandy's words, it was "... very GQ magazine,.."

Deciding to reward ourselves for work well done, we headed to the mall for some fudge sundaes. Sitting at the little ice cream parlor in the food court, we heard someone calling my name. Turning, I saw Ron walking towards me.

"Oh fucking shoot me in the head already," I groaned as I turned back to my ice cream.

"A friend of yours?" Mandy whispered.

"Well this is a surprise," Ron said as came to a stop at our table.

"Hi Ron. This is my friend Mandy. Mandy this is Ron." I made the introductions.

Reaching over to shake his hand, Mandy asked. "HI Ron, how do you guys know each other?"

Looking extremely proud with himself, Ron explained. "Carson and I met in the park a few weeks back. And ever since then we've been running into each other everywhere."

Staring adown at my ice cream, I muttered under my breath, "Yip, everywhere!"

"Oh ok. Would you like to join us?" she asked which brought my head quickly up in her direction. Ron must have picked up on my negative vibes because he shifted from foot to foot.

"Uh, no that's ok thanks, I don't want to impose. Well anyway it was nice meeting you Mandy. Carson." Ron nodded in my direction before turning to walk away.

Feeling like ten kinds of bastard for my obvious unfriendly behavior -- and knowing I would regret this, I called out to Ron.

"You welcome to join us Ron. You wouldn't be imposing." I tried my best to sound welcoming hoping to erase my previous hostility.

"Well ok then, if you're sure?" Ron said. At my nod, he smiled and said he would go over to the counter and place his order. As soon as he left, Mandy turned to me, questions bubbling from her lips.

"Ok, what the heck was that all about? And why were you freaking out like that. Although I must admit, he kinda does give off the Hannibal Lector vibes."

"Jesus, Mands, that guy is everywhere. I'm serious. Everywhere I turn there he is popping up. I've even been reduced to dodging the park down the road from us because he's always there." I looked over at Ron to make sure that he was not in earshot.

"Ok, so why don't you just tell him you not interested?"

"I have! But then he gets this look like a puppy that was kicked in the nuts and I feel like a complete shit." I moaned, and Mandy patted my back in understanding.

"Lets just have a few scoops of ice cream with him and then I'll make up an excuse about us having to leave ok?" she said and I nodded eagerly.

When Ron came back over, I noticed that he had ordered the same sundae as me. Of course! Ron explained that he was out looking for a new doggy bed for Tiger, and that he was just about to stop for some lunch when he spotted us sitting here. After a few more minutes of small talk, Mandy made our excuses and we got up to leave.

As we were about to head out, Ron stopped me.

"Hey Carson... would you maybe like to go see a movie with me sometime. Just as friends of course," he quickly tacked on.

"Er, Ron, I really don't think that is a good idea. My boyfriend is pretty jealous and I don't want to cause unnecessary problems between us. I'm really sorry." I felt kinda bad again, but just barely. Mandy was right, he did sort of give off the 'creepy' vibe.

Looking 'kicked-in-the-teeth', he quickly nodded and I found myself apologizing once again. As we left the mall, I couldn't help feeling like this wasn't the last time I would see Ron...

Mandy asked me to drop her off at her friend Charlotte's place on our way home. By the time I got home it was almost 3pm. As I approached my apartment, I saw that there was a box sitting on the floor in front of my door.

Immediately my senses went on alert as I scanned the hallway, looking for whoever might have delivered the package. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and the blood rushing in my ears as my adrenaline kicked in.

Slowly, approaching the box, I once again scanned the corridor, before crouching down. Slowly I reached out and pulled the ribbon off the box. Carefully lifting the lid, I peeked inside.

Resting on the tissue paper was a card. I took it out and opened it. Immediately the pre-recorded Happy Birthday tune started playing. Just keeping it open long enough to see if there was any handwritten message inside -- and not finding any, I shut the card cutting off the tune mid-song.

Pulling the tissue paper aside, I glanced at the contents to find a bunch of roses, cut mid-stem, wrapped with a length of string. On closer inspection, I counted 26 roses. There were 26 roses for 26 years of my life.

This time I knew there was no mistake or prank. All the people that were close in my life had been at my party and had all given me gifts already. Whoever was leaving these anonymous gifts were definitely trying to get my attention.

I decided I would wait to tell Mike about the roses until after our lunch at his parents. I didn't want to put a damper on what was suppose to be a huge stepping block in our relationship.

*

On Sunday, as we arrived at his parents house, I realized that not only was Mike wealthy in his own right, but he obviously came from money. I knew his dad was a professor - and teachers in general weren't usually rolling around in the cash, and his mom was a housewife.

Mike, obviously noticing my preoccupation at staring at his family home, explained that his paternal grandparents were quite wealthy and his father being the only child had inherited their substantial assets on their passing. Also with smart choices and wise investments, his father had managed to triple the already vast family fortune.

Feeling extremely intimidated by this bit of information, I was suddenly quite conscious of my own background and how his parents would perceive me. Mike put his arms around me to reassure me that his family was going to love me. I smiled hoping to I didn't look as nervous as I felt.




An Erotic Tale Ch. 05



This story is a continuation from the series "An Erotic Tale". To get a better understanding of these characters, it is best to read the previous 4 installments in the series. This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. Remember, knowledge is power! Educate yourself. Always practice safe sex! 

*

Forcing my eyes open from the heavy weight of unconsciousness, I was aware of a flurry of noise and activity. Dazedly staring up at the ceiling, I could see strobes of light passing overhead. Trying to focus pass the pain rippling through my body, I realized it was fluorescent lights overhead. I was being wheeled down a long white corridor, in what I assumed was a hospital, while doctors and nurses ran beside the gurney checking vitals and hooking me up to machines.

As though from a far distance, I could hear a familiar voice yelling for the doctors to help me. It was Mandy, and she sounded almost hysterical as she yelled and cussed for them to save me. I wanted to reach out and soothe her and reassure her that I was fine, but my body felt weighted down and I couldn't move.

A buzzing noise started from the machines as I heard someone yelling for a crash cart. I could feel a strange lightheadedness overcoming me and I closed my eyes with a sigh as I embraced the quiet peace I could feel calling out to me.

*

I awoke with a jolt! It felt as though I was hit with a thousand volts of lightning shooting from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

"He's back. Vitals are improving. Pressure is 127 over 95; pulse 80," someone called above me.

"Get him prepped and to the OR stat. Call Doctor Martin and let him know we need him. From the bruising on his forehead, we're going to need a CT and a neuro-surgeon to check for any bleed on his brain." This voice sounded more authoritative, and I assumed he must be the guy in charge.

"Looks like the kidney may have been punctured. I want a MRI to confirm any hemorrhaging. Ok people lets move, every second counts." The voice continued.

For a second I began panicking. Is this how I was going to die? I always thought I would go peacefully in my bed one day when I was old and grey. Shit, there was so much I still wanted to do. I never even told Mike how I felt about him. Oh God Mike! Did he know I was here? Was he worried out of his mind?

I felt myself being moved around and I could hear machines and people buzzing next to me, but my head was getting foggy again. Something was fitted over my face and then I couldn't think anymore.

**

Mike was busy getting ready for bed - and thinking about calling Carson to say goodnight, just as his cell rang. Grinning to himself, he picked up his phone and then frowned when he didn't recognize the number.

"Hello," He said as he answered.

"Mike, oh God Mike is that you?" a hysterical female voice came through the phone. Whoever this was, she was crying and he could barely make out the words.

"Yes this is Mike, who is this?"

"Oh God Mike. Its Mandy -- Carson's friend Mandy," she sobbed down the phone. Mike's whole body immediately stiffened as dread crawled all over him. There was no way Mandy would be calling him, unless something happened to Carson.

"Mandy, is Carson ok? Where is he?" Mike demanded in an unsteady voice.

"Oh Mike, no, no he-," she hiccupped before she could continue. "He was robbed and they hurt him. Oh God, there was so much blood. Please Mike, we're at the hospital. He needs emergency surgery."

Oh Jesus, there was no way this was not serious. From the few times he had met Mandy, she was always an easy-going laid back person. If she was this hysterical, it could only mean that Carson was seriously injured.

Quickly trying to reassure her through his own pain and terror, he took down the name and details of the hospital and said he would be there in 10 minutes. Jumping into action, he pulled on his clothes and was out the door. Once he was on his way, he remembered that his brother was on duty tonight at the hospital Carson had been admitted to. Pulling out his cell he dialed.

"Come on Paul, come on, pick-up!" Just as he was about to end the call a voice answered.

"Mike, I can't talk now, I have an emergency. Can I call you later?" Paul said as a greeting. He sounded like he was out of breath from running.

"No, no. Paul I'm on the way to the hospital now. Someone was brought in a few minutes ago. A stabbing I think. It's a young man about 25 year's old, with black hair and green eyes?"

"What -- yeah how did you know? That's the emergency I'm working on now Mike. Look I really have to go now."

"No, wait! Jesus Paul - its Carson. That's Carson they admitted. Fuck Paul, help him please. I beg you, I'll do anything, just don't let anything happen to him."

Mike's voice was hoarse with pain and tears as he pleaded with his brother to save Carson.

"Oh shit Mike. I'm so sorry. Look I have to go, but I promise you I'll do everything I can to help him. I'll talk to you later." And with that he ended the call.

"Fuck!" Mike shouted. So much agony and confusion echoed in that one word.

A few minutes later Mike barreled into the emergency entrance. Spotting Mandy sitting in one of the waiting chairs nervously chewing her fingernail, he ran over to her.

"Mandy," was all he said.

Glancing up, he saw her lips quiver as she burst into tears again. Jumping up, she clutched at Mike as she sobbed in his arms. Once she got herself under control, Mike shifted her back and sat her down.

"What happened to Carson, Mandy?"

"Oh God Mike. I had just got h-home and as I was walking towards my door, when I saw these dark pools on the floor. When I realized what it was, I was so scared. I wanted to turn around and run, but I knew I needed to see if anyone needed h-help," Mandy bowed her head as the tears started running down her cheeks again. Shaking her head, she took a deep breathe to collect herself.

"When I got nearer to the apartment, I saw someone lying there. But he was lying in front of Carson's apartment, and even though I couldn't see his face I just knew it was him. I ran to him and he was just lying there in all this blood. Oh god, there was just so much blood."

She looked down at her hands as though she could still see the blood coating her fingers. There were still some stains on her jeans and sweater.

"Its ok Mandy," Mike said as he pulled her against him again. "You did all you could. You got him to the hospital in time."

Mike could feel her shaking against him, and admittedly he wasn't feeling too steady himself.

"Do you know what the doctors are doing? Is he stable?"

Looking up Mandy brushed the moisture off her face with both hands. "The doctor came out briefly. He said they needed to get him into surgery, and they wanted to make sure there was no swelling of the brain. Buts that's all. I've been waiting ever since for an update."

"Ok. My brother works here, I'll try and see if I can get any more information."

Half an hour later there was still no news. It seems that the nurses wouldn't give them any information until the doctor came to talk to them personally as they technically weren't family. Frustrated at the lack of information and the feeling of uselessness, Mike paced the corridor.

Finally, fifteen minutes later his saw his brother striding down the corridor towards him. Running to meet him, Mike immediately demanded to know what was happening.

"Mike. Ok here it is. There is some slight swelling on the brain, but it looks more like a concussion than anything more serious. Doctor Martin, the neurologist is keeping a watchful eye to make sure nothing more happens, so for now that is under control." Taking a deep breath, Paul rubbed the back of his neck before continuing.

"What aren't you telling me Paul?" Mike demanded.

"He's in surgery at the moment. He was stabbed twice in the lower left of his back, right where his kidney is. There was a slight puncture of the left kidney, but the surgeon is busy repairing that as we speak. The tear was minimal, but still it's a high risk procedure. We don't want to damage the kidney anymore than it has already been."

"Christ." Mike muttered as he stumbled against the wall. "Is he going to be ok?"

"I'm not going to lie to you. He was damn lucky. It could have been worst. He could have lost the kidney completely. But even so, it's going to be a while before he's fully recovered - physically and mentally Mike."

Nodding in understanding, Mike thanked his brother. He went back to Mandy and repeated what Paul had said. Sitting in the waiting room, Mandy and Mike waited until they were finally allowed to see Carson.

*

My recovery was slow, but there was a definite improvement as each day went by. The police took my statement, but without me being able to properly identify the assailant, they didn't have much hope of catching him.

Mike was pissed at the news. He demanded fingerprints and forensic investigations, but the corridor where the attack took place did not reveal any clues that could link anyone to the crime.

I explained about the two anonymous gifts that I had received. I asked Mandy to let the cops into the apartment to collect it. There were no clues or prints on the box besides mine. However, because of this fact, the police agreed that I may definitely have attracted the attentions of a stalker.

It was only on the fourth day lying in hospital that I realized I never told the police about Ron. Calling the detective in charge of the case, I asked to speak to him.

"Hello, is that Detective Duncan? It's Carson Landry. Um, I have some more information that I just remembered."

"Hello Mr. Landry. Ok that's good news. I'll make a turn at the hospital later today to take your statement."

Thanking him, I ended the call. Just then the door opened and Mike walked in.

Reaching over to kiss me lightly on the lips, he asked, "How you feeling today baby?"

"Besides this annoying headache that never seems to go away and my stitches beginning to itch, I feel like I'm ready to go home."

"Not so fast. Doctor said another two days at least and then another week of bed rest. No overdoing it," Mike scolded.

Pulling a face at him, I pouted from my reclining position in the hospital bed.

"Oh, I called the detective today. He's coming over later," I practically whispered. I still hadn't told Mike about Ron, and I knew he would be pissed at me.

"Why? Did you remember something about the attack?" Mike asked eagerly.

Cringing at what I was about to tell him, I muttered under my breath. "Kind of."

"Ok so what is it babe? And why do I get the feeling you don't really want to tell me?"

Sighing heavily, I looked up at Mike from beneath lowered lashed. "Well, um, it's kind of a long story. At first I didn't think anything about it, but then when this happened, I thought maybe he might be the one, but um, I'm not sure, so um, that's why I called the detective," I finished in a rush.

"What and who are you talking about? Are you telling me you know who did this to you?" Mike looked about ready to do battle and I flinched back into the mattress.

I quickly explained about the first meeting with Ron and then subsequently all the other run-ins and how I didn't think about telling Mike, because it just never came up. To say Mike was pissed was an understatement. He looked thunderous. Just as he was about to open his mouth and blast me about my stupidity, the door opened and a nurse entered. Oh God, never had I been so grateful to see a nurse holding a needle than what I was at that moment.

"OK Mr. Landry, time for your pain medication. It will make you woozy, so maybe your visitor can come back later?"

Looking hard at me, Mike leaned down and whispered in my ear, "This isn't over. We are going to finish this conversation later." He kissed me softly on the lips before nodding at the nurse before he left.

"You are a lucky man to have someone care about you so much," the nurse said as she administered the medication.

Smiling over at her, I nodded. "Yes, I'm lucky."

As the drugs took effect, I drifted off and only awoke when I heard voices talking softly next to my bed. Opening my eyes, I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was mid-afternoon. I had been asleep for about 4 hours.

Mike and the detective were standing and talking, and as I shifted on the bed, they turned and focused on me.

"Glad you're awake Mr. Landry. If you're up to it, I can take your statement."

Nodding in assent, I repeated everything I had told Mike early to the detective.

"Do you know what his last name is, or where he stays?" The detective asked while scribbling in his little notepad.

"Uh, no. He just kept popping up out of the blue. But he takes his dog to the park down the street from my apartment complex. I'm sure someone there might remember him. He has a little Jack Russell called Tiger. Maybe you can ask around and see if anyone else knows him?" I ventured, hoping that the detective would find Ron.

"Has he ever threatened you in any way, or made any overtures that bordered on threatening?"

"Well, not really. He just always made me feel uncomfortable when he was around and he asked me out a couple of times and I said no."

From the corner of my eye, I could see Mike's stance tense. Oh shit I forgot to mention that part to him. I could see the caveman in him roaring to life again.

"Ok Mr. Landry, thank you for your help. I'll look into this matter and get back to you if we find anything?"

"Is that it? You're not going to arrest him?" Mike said incredulously as the detective made to leave the room.

"At the moment that's all I can do Mr. Grayson. We don't have anything that links him to the crime, and until we do, he is just a suspect. And to be perfectly blunt, we don't have much to hold him on. We're just going to find him and bring him down to the station for questioning."

Holy fucking hell, the look on Mike's face said he was about to drop the detective where he stood. I needed to smooth his ruffled feathers quick before he did something stupid.

"Mike, could you help me please," I said in my most pained voice. Mike immediately came over to me, his face creased in worry as he leaned over me.

"I just need you to help me get in a more comfortable position. If that's all detective, is it ok if I rest now?" I said over Mike's shoulder.

"Yes, that's all. Let me know if you think of anything else and I'll keep you updated." With that the detective left.

"Where does it hurt baby? Should I call the nurse?"

Shit now I felt guilty for putting that worried look on Mike's face. But it was better that than him spending the night in jail for assaulting a police officer.

Smiling at him gently, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine. Parting my lips, I slipped my tongue into his mouth and moaned as his tongue came out to play. Several breathless moments later, we pulled apart panting.

"Thank you, I feel more comfortable now."

Shaking his head and chuckling, Mike reached down and kissed me again.

"I know what you were doing little boy. And if you weren't lying in this hospital bed, I would spank you as punishment for trying to distract me."

Hell! Even though I was injured and lying in a hospital bed just days out of surgery, my body tightened as I imagined Mike bending me over his knee and warming my ass with his hands. Seeing my little shiver, he smiled and stroked a hand over my hair.

"Maybe a little bit later, when we both can enjoy it properly. For now, just get better for me Carson."

Nodding, I laid back and rested.

*

Three days later I was finally discharged from hospital. To say that I was a little bit apprehensive about going back to my apartment was an understatement. Mike however, solved that problem easily.

"You're going to be staying with me for a couple of weeks, until you get back on your feet baby. I need to make sure you're looked after properly. And what better way than if I look after you myself?"

I stared at Mike for a long time. I knew he meant well, and I really wanted to be with him, but for all intents and purposes we would be 'living' together. I was nervous. I had never had a roommate before, and Mike and I had always had our own spaces since we started dating.

What if things didn't work out? What if living with me made Mike realize that I wasn't what he was looking for? What if it was perfect for me, but Mike ended up hating it? Oh God, there was just too many 'what if's'.

"Uh, are you sure Mike? What about the bar. You have to work."

"Yes I'm sure babe. I have good staff that can fill in for me. And I will be there a couple of hours a day for paperwork, but otherwise I'm all yours. That's the beauty of being the boss." Mike smiled as he pulled me into his arms.

I rested my head on his shoulder as I thought about it. Deciding I would rather be with him than go back to my apartment, I nodded. Tightening his arms around me, Mike kissed the side of my neck as he just held me.

The transition from having our own places, to living together was surprisingly smooth. We seemed to fit around each other as though we'd been living together for years.

Mike went to my apartment and collected some clothes for me, as well as my toiletries. I asked Mandy to pop into the apartment twice a week to water the plants on my balcony. Besides that, I was healing nicely and seemed to be getting stronger everyday.

Mike spoiled me rotten. He wouldn't allow me to do anything on my own and even went so far as waiting outside the bathroom when I showered. At times it became so frustrating, but mostly I had to admit, it was kind of nice to have someone fussing over me.

Mike's family came round that weekend to visit. His mom brought enough food to feed an army. It felt good to be a part of Mike's family. I couldn't remember when last I was this happy or when I felt so secure in the love around me.

The only dark spot on the horizon was that there was no progress being made in finding my attacker. Ron was brought in for questioning, but because he had an airtight alibi, the police had no reason to detain him further.

Each night I fell asleep in Mike's arms only to wake up in a cold sweat as I recalled the fear and violence of the attack. Mike would hold me in his arms, and rock me to sleep as though I were a child. As embarrassing and frightening as these nightmares were, the feeling of being wrapped in Mike's arms was worth it.

Before I knew it, three weeks had flown by since the attack. My checkup with the doctor went perfectly. There were no residual effects from the concussion or the surgery, and the doctor was optimistic that I would be back to my old self in another couple of weeks.

I was given the name of a psychiatrist who specialized in trauma. She was amazing, and after only a few sessions with her, I was feeling less apprehensive about going back to my apartment and the nightmares had lessened.

On the last checkup with my doctor and shrink, I had been cleared to return to work the following week. Mike was not ecstatic about this, but I assured him I needed this to get myself back to normal.

The only thing we had not discussed was me returning home. Each time I tried to broach the subject with Mike he dodged it and made some excuse about giving me more time to heal. I knew he was worried about me going back to the place I was attacked.

Added to the unspoken issues between us was the fact that it had been almost a month since Mike and I had been intimate -- since just before the attack. I knew we were both frustrated, but Mike seemed determined to give my body time to fully recover even though I was more than eager to resume our intimacies. I knew that if we were ever going to get back to the way things were before the attack, I would need to take matters into my own hands.




An Erotic Tale Ch. 05



*

I told Mike I wanted him to take me home. It wasn't that I hated living with Mike -- in fact it was actually quite amazing and I was getting a bit too comfortable there, but I needed to face my 'demons' so to speak. I was glad that Mike didn't try to dissuade me too much, and in the end supported my decision.

On Sunday, he drove me over to my apartment complex. We had decided beforehand that Mike would spend the night with me, in case I became too overwhelmed. I secretly felt that Mike didn't want to leave me alone for even a minute, but refrained from saying anything. I kind of understood he's need to play the protector. I know if the roles were reversed, I would be acting like an overprotective mother hen as well.

As we pulled up to the complex, I sat in the car and stared out of the window at the building. I could feel the panic rising in me, but I firmly pushed it away. No way did I want Mike seeing me freak out. He would probably just toss me over his shoulder and take me back to his house.

Mike reached over the console and took hold of my hand. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah. " Sighing, I squeezed his hand. "Lets' do this."

The ride up to my floor was excruciating. I could feel the sweat running down my back, but I was determined to put on a brave face. As we walked down the corridor, Mike reached for my hand and held it tight in his. He pulled me close to him as though to shield me. Honestly, I was grateful for this. This putting on a brave face was sapping my strength and making my legs feel like Jell-O.

Approaching the apartment door, I slowed my steps. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as my breathing accelerated.

Images flashed in my mind of that night. The metallic taste of fear as I realized that someone was behind me; the helplessness as he pinned me against the wall; and the pain as the metal object pierced repeatedly into my flesh.

"Mike-" I whispered. It was half plea, half need for reassurance that I was alive.

Pulling me even tighter into his embrace, he stopped us and turned me to face him. Dropping his gym bag onto the floor, he cupped my face with both hands.

"I've got you baby. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you last time, but I'm here now. Nobody can harm you. I won't allow them to."

He kissed my forehead as I nodded and rested my head on his chest. Shivering slightly, I burrowed further into his warmth. Dammit, this is what I feared most. Not that goddamn coward that attacked me, but the feeling that I had been robbed of the security of my home. I hated feeling like I wasn't safe in my own house. Fucking asshole!

I let out a sigh of relief when we finally got to the apartment and let ourselves in. Somehow in the back of my mind, I expected the blood from the attack to still be covering the floor in front of my apartment. Of course the maintenance people must have cleaned it up. Christ, I didn't even want to imagine how Mandy must have felt seeing me lying in all that blood, not to mention the aftereffects of the attack. I made a mental note to go see her as soon as possible.

Now that the biggest hurdle was over, I could finally relax and try and get back into a routine. We had Chinese delivered as all the perishable foods in my fridge had been thrown out by Mandy weeks ago. We sat lazing around after supper; cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. All in all, the evening seemed perfect. There was of course something important missing and I planned on remedying that immediately.

Getting up, I made an excuse of needing the toilet and headed towards the bedroom. I used the bathroom, before heading back into the bedroom and slipping my clothes off. I climbed beneath the sheet, and silently prayed that Mike wouldn't turn me away.

Taking a deep breath, I released it, before calling out to Mike.

"Mike, could you come here for a second please."

I heard the television being switched off before Mike appeared in the doorway. Stopping just inside, he seemed to freeze.

"Mike, I want you to come to bed. I need you... Please Mike." I said hoping my voice didn't betray my nervousness.

I didn't know what I would do if he rejected my advances now. Ok wait, maybe I did. I would make him sleep on the fucking couch while I cried myself to sleep like a heartbroken teenage girl. Crap! I had reached rock bottom without even being aware of the fall.

"Carson..." Just that one word had so much meaning behind it. I knew it! He was fucking saying no.

"Jesus Mike, don't make me beg. I want you so bad, and I know you want me to. I'm better baby. I wont break I promise."

I could see the battle in his eyes. The need to protect and wrap me in cotton wool warring with the desire to make love to me until we both forgot our names. Watching the internal battle in his beautiful eyes, it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. I always knew I was heading that way, but l suddenly realized I was wholly and irrevocably in love with this magnificent man standing before me.

Holy Mother! Now that the words were floating around in my head, I suddenly wanted to say it out loud. I wanted to declare to all who would listen that I was in love with the most remarkable man in the world. But more than that, I needed to say it to Mike - to let him know that my heart belonged to him.

Pushing the bedcovers aside to show him my nakedness, I held out my hand, waiting.

"Come to bed."

Slowly Mike walked towards me. He stopped just shy of the bed, before he slowly began removing his clothes. I watched as he slowly began stripping before climbing into bed and pulling me against all that hot naked flesh. I shuddered at the contact as we lay on our sides, face to face, just staring into each others eyes.

"I've missed you baby." I knew what he meant. I missed this too. I missed the closeness and intimacy that came so naturally, just being with Mike.

Cupping my face in his hands, he leaned over me and fused our mouths together. It was a gentle exploration -- a rediscovery if you will. Our tongues danced together sucking and tasting each other. I poured myself into that kiss. I wanted Mike to know how much he meant to me.

Minutes passed and our mouths continued its seductive dance. Finally the need for air forced us apart, but we remained locked together as we fought for breath.

This was it. Never would there be a more perfect moment to tell Mike what was in my heart.

Pulling away just enough to look into his eyes, I caressed his back, running my hands up and over his shoulders onto his chest until they rested over his heart.

"Mike -- " I choked on the emotion clogging my throat. I felt the tears heavy in my eyes as I looked at the man who made me feel so cherished.

"Mike... I love you."

I saw the answering emotion flare in his eyes as his pupils dilated. Sucking a breath in, he moved to gently sip at my lips.

"I love you Carson. More than I ever thought it was possible to love another person. You make me feel complete."

Finally the tears spilled over and for the first time I felt no embarrassment in crying in front of another person. This was Mike, and I knew he understood what I was feeling. If there was anyone I would want to be vulnerable with, it would be Mike.

He held me as the tears continued to fall. Whispering words of love and rocking me in his arms. This wasn't sexual. It was an affirmation that we were both alive and that our love would overcome any adversity.

Slowly the embrace changed. Mike rolled me over so that I was beneath him and he began kissing my eyes, sipping at the tears, before taking my mouth with such a hunger I cried out in wonder.

Our coming together was slow but intense. We explored with hands greedy for the feel of each other. Mike trailed his lips down my body, sucking at my nipples until they stood hard and throbbing. He gently bit the tender flesh while his fingers played with my other nipple, rolling and pinching it. I reached up to hold onto Mike's head as the pleasure built. I never wanted this to stop.

When he was satisfied that my nipples had received enough attention, he released the sensitive buds to trail his scorching lips down my belly. I squeezed the muscles in his shoulders and arched up from the bed as Mike slid his tongue into my belly button before moving further down. I knew what Mike intended, but this time it wasn't merely enough for me.

"Turn around. I want to taste you as well."

Looking up from his position, he pressed a kiss to the tip of my cock before lying on his back next to me. He pulled me over his body before spinning me so that I was facing his feet.

I bent over his lower body until his hard cock was resting directly below my face. Wrapping my hand around it, I lifted it from his belly before running my lips over it. I loved the feeling of all that hard steel wrapped in silk rubbing against my kiss swollen lips. Using the sticky fluid coating the head, I painted my lips with it.

Down below, Mike reached out to cup my balls in his hands. Gently weighing them, he rolled them around in its sac before putting his mouth on them. Sucking them in, I felt his tongue twining round each ball, playing with the tender skin, making me moan at how good it felt.

His tongue traced a wet line from my balls to my aching hole. Flicking his tongue out, he teased my anus with it making me twitch and tighten. His left hand reached back to palm my shaft, using my fluid as a lubricant as he stroked his hand up and down. His right hand held my hips still as his tongue teased me and his hand flexed on my cock.

In return, I mimicked his hand movement, by using my hand on his cock in the same rhythm that his was massaging my dick. Covering the head with my lips, I burrowed my tongue into his tiny slit as I pumped him, eliciting a moan from him that I in turn felt reverberate into my body.

It felt like we were driving each other on. Wanting to see who could give the other the most pleasure.

As I continued my assault on Mike's penis, I felt his tongue trying to enter me. I leaned further down onto Mike's face, telling him with my body that I wanted more. As his tongue slipped inside, I felt my body clench down, trying to hold him inside me, as he fluttered his wet tongue further into my welcoming body. Over and over his talented tongue thrust into me, until finally it felt as though his whole face was buried between the cheeks of my ass.

I felt his finger move to join the foray. As his tongue slipped out, he pushed his finger into me, maintaining the steady thrusting. A second finger joined and I had to pull off of Mike's cock to moan at the feeling. It had been a while since I last had sex, and I was tight. Mike's two fingers might as well have been his cock, for the burning stretch felt as though a steel blade had penetrated me.

The hand that was stroking my cock moved to my hips to hold me still. Using his mouth to keep me nice and wet, he continued the assault on my body with his fingers. Withdrawing from my body only to thrust deep inside again; twisting and rubbing me until he found my prostrate. I could feel my body tightening as he rubbed continuously against my sweet spot.

"Mike, oh God, I'm going to come. "

"Mm, come for me baby."

He grabbed hold of my leaking member, palming me tightly as his other hand fingered my pleasurable spot. Alternating between thrusting in and out, Mike moved his hand in a large circle along my anal wall, pegging my prostrate on every rotation.

"Please," I begged knowing I was so close after being celibate for so long.

Pushing deep, he paused with his fingers against my prostrate, pressing down until I had to clench hard on his fingers. I was so sensitive, that when he used his nail to softly scrape the hard nut inside me, I threw my head back as my body arched and I watched as ropes of my cum squirted from my cock to coat Mike's belly.

Withdrawing from me, he rearranged my body so that I was beneath him and he was poised above me using his arms as leverage. Reaching into the bedside drawer, he grabbed the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his still hard cock.

Taking his cock into his hand, he rubbed it along my crack, coating me with the lube before positioning the head at my entrance. Pressing inside, he paused as the head popped inside me and I took a moment to adjust to his size.

Pulling back slightly, he reentered me until the entire length of his penis was buried, and his body was flush against mine. I could feel the weight of his balls brushing against my ass, and I felt myself responding to the stimulation.

As he began his rhythm, thrusting in and out, my channel gripped his shaft, wanting to hold onto every delicious inch as he pummeled my body with his massive cock. I felt my cock begin to swell as the blood rushed down to once again settle in my groin.

My breathing escalated and I began panting as Mike continued his forceful penetrations. I looked into his face and could see the emotions play across it. He looked like he was close, but I wanted to come with him and I wasn't there yet.

Before I could voice my needs, Mike reached down and grabbed hold of his cock. I could see him gritting his teeth as he applied pressure to the base of his cock, trying to stave off his impending orgasm. It seemed that our forced celibacy was taking its toll on Mike as well.

Suddenly he withdrew completely from me. Lying down next to me, he rolled me onto my side before spooning up behind me. Lifting my right leg, he draped it over his hip as his cock once again slid into me from behind.

Oh God, the penetration was deeper this way. I could feel the head jabbing at my sweet spot each time he entered me. I turned my head towards him, and his lips claimed mine.

His kiss was more brutal than ever before, nipping and sucking -- at times biting. I tasted blood, but I reveled in the animalistic pleasure of our lovemaking.

Our movements were becoming more intense, almost feral. I reached down to grab my cock, wanting stimulation, but Mike knocked my hand away and began pumping me with hard strokes. It was a bit too rough, but that just added to our crazed coupling.   I began moaning - loud, harsh sounds that I had never made before. Mike wasn't quiet either. It seemed as though we were caught in a spell of our own lust and it possessed us like never before.

I could hear the slap of flesh meeting flesh as Mike fucked me. Deeper and harder, his thrust built in momentum and ferocity, pegging my prostrate on each passing. I could feel the walls of my channel tightening as my orgasm barreled down on me. My balls felt so tight, drawn up towards my body.

My hand reached back to grab Mike's ass, trying to pull him deeper into me. My other hand reached down my body to wrap around his pumping hand. I wanted as much of a connection to Mike as I could get.

"Fuck me harder," I growled as my body started to spasm and I shot my second load of creamy essence all over the sheets. I wanted to feel it all as I came.

From somewhere, Mike found the strength and energy to fuck me harder and deeper until I was screaming my pleasure into the room, yelling in delight as the force of his thrusting moved us across the bed.

"Ugh, fuck!" Mike yelled as he too started coming, unloading torrents and torrents of pent-up cum deep into my clasping body.

*

My return to work was greeted with a mixed reaction of sympathy and relief that I wasn't more seriously injured. I was reassured that they had managed to distribute most of the important work so that I wouldn't be bogged down trying to play catch-up. Even though my co-workers had sent flowers while I was in hospital, I none the less found another flower arrangement resting on my desk when I arrived. The message in the card read - 'Glad to have you back'.

Even with the redistribution of the important files from my desk, I still had a months worth of backlog that I needed to work through. The most pressing at the moment were the emails. By the time I had managed to clear my inbox, it was almost 3pm. I didn't even notice that I had worked straight through lunch.

Sighing, I pushed my chair back and stretched my tired muscles. I felt a slight twinge from the healing incision, but otherwise I was just stiff from staring at a computer whole day. I stood up and headed in the direction of the canteen.

It was practically deserted by this time of day. Everyone already having had their lunch breaks, but it would be filling soon as people would trickle in for their late afternoon tea breaks in about a half hour or so.

I put a fresh pot of coffee on, and as I waited for it to brew, I went hunting through the cupboards for something to snack on. I found a box of chocolate biscuits and began munching on them while staring at the coffee machine.

As I was pouring me a cup, I heard someone enter behind me. Glancing over my shoulder I saw that it was my manager, Eli Saltzman.

He was in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair that was just starting to thin at the top. He was slightly shorter than me, but had a remarkably good physique for man of his age. I was pretty sure he worked out regularly to stay in shape.

I had met his wife at one of the previous years Christmas office parties and had to admit she was a real looker - not to mention about 12 years younger than him. Not only was she beautiful, but she was easy to get along with. From my experience, you don't usually find beauty, brains and a sweetheart thrown into the mix very often. I was convinced that was the reason he kept himself in such great shape.

I had always liked Mr. Saltzman. He was friendly and respectable to his employees and always went out of his way to praise good work and effort when it was necessary. He walked over and stood next to me.

"How are you feeling Carson? I hope you're not pushing yourself too much on your first day back?"

"I'm doing better Mr. Saltzman, thanks for asking. And no, I'm just playing catch-up so far with my emails. I haven't even managed to get to any of the files as yet. That's the reason for the caffeine top-up. Would you like a cup?"

"No thanks, any more caffeine and I'll be bouncing off the office walls." We both laughed.

"Um, sir, I just wanted to say thank you for everything. With my job I mean. It's not everyone who would understand about an employee taking a month off from work."

"Carson you were mugged and attacked and landed up in the hospital. Jesus, it's not like decided to skip work to take a break in Cancun. Don't worry about it. I know how hard you work and I know you will make up for the lost time."

Nodding in acceptance I smiled and dropped my eyes. The official story was that I had been mugged and attacked. I didn't mention anything about a possible psycho stalking my ass. No way did I want to be labeled a freak, even though I knew I had done nothing to attract the attentions of whoever was fixated on me.

After my break, I went back to me desk and got back to work. I glanced up sometime later to see the place almost deserted. Glancing at the clock I was shocked to see it was almost 6:30.

Holy Shit! I must have been really into my work if I managed to miss the mass exodus from the office. I quickly shutdown my computer and grabbed my stuff before heading for the lifts. I waved goodbye to the few other stragglers still lingering in the office.

By the time I got home it was just pass 7pm. Too tired to fuss with making dinner, I rang the local pizza place and ordered a large pepperoni with extra cheese. I called Mandy to find out if she wanted to come over to share sum beer and pizza, but when I got her answering machine I realized she must have gone out already.

I thought about calling Mike to come over, but I felt guilty enough about having monopolized all his time these past few weeks. I knew he must be at the bar playing catch-up like I did today. While I waited for the pizza to be delivered, I headed to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes, before jumping into the shower.




An Erotic Tale Ch. 05



God that felt good. I could feel all the tension draining from my body as the hot water beat down on me. After staying under the spray just a little longer than usual, I stepped out the shower and reached for the towel hanging on the rail next to the shower cubicle. As my hand connected with the towel, I froze as I heard what sounded like a door closing.

I felt my heartbeat increase its tempo as my adrenaline kicked in. Fuck! Was there someone in the apartment? Did the person who attacked me come back to finish what he started and somehow manage to break in?

I wrapped the towel around my hips as all these thoughts flashed through my brain. Looking around the bathroom, I tried to find something I could use as a weapon. Besides finding a rubber plunger under the sink, there wasn't much that I could use for protection. Deciding that was at least something, I grabbed it before walking to the door.

Remembering something else, I doubled back to the medicine cabinet to retrieve my deodorant spray before once again going to the door. It wasn't much, but if there was someone out there, I could at least temporarily blind him before braining him with the plunger.

Feeling a bit better armed I put my ear to the door and listened. Hearing nothing, I slowly turned the handle, keeping the spray can at a ready in my other hand. Not finding anyone in the bedroom, I crept toward the bedroom door before going to investigate the living area. Not finding anyone hiding or lurking anywhere, my heart finally slowed as my panic receded.

Christ, this paranoia was messing with my mind. It must have been one of the other apartments down the corridor or my imagination playing sick jokes with my mind.

As I walked back towards the bedroom to pull on some clothes, I almost jumped out of my skin as someone pounded on my door.

Gripping my 'weapons' tighter in my hands, I walked towards the front door to peer through the peephole. Seeing the pizza delivery boy standing there, my whole body sagged in relief as I lowered the plunger. Opening the door slightly I peered around it.

"You order a large pepperoni with extra cheese?" The delivery guy asked.

"Yeah, that's me. Hold on a sec while I get the cash."

"Sure buddy. That's 17 dollars. "

Nodding, I hurried to the bedroom to throw some sweats and a t-shirt on before grabbing a 20 from my wallet. Paying and tipping the pizza guy, I closed and locked the door before engaging the security chain. Setting the box on the breakfast counter, I walked over to the sliding door to check that it was locked. Satisfied, I walked back into the kitchen to have my dinner.

About an hour later, Mike called me on my cell.

"Hey sexy, how was work? I hope you didn't overdo it."

"No, work was fine. Just the expected backlog that's gonna keep me busy for a while. How was your day?" I didn't mention that I had worked late. I knew Mike wouldn't take kindly to that news.

"The usual paperwork and stuff, but I would rather have spent the day with you. I missed you baby."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm glad to have things back to normal again, but I missed you to." If only Mike knew how much. Jesus this paranoia attacks were making me as jumpy as a fish out of water.

I really wanted to tell Mike about what happened early, but I was so goddamn sick and tired of laying my issues on other people's shoulders. I had lived my whole life relying on no one but myself and in the space if a few months I had gone from being completely independent to needing other people to chase the boogeyman away. I needed to get a grip and fast before my life spiraled completely out of my control.

"Will you be ok by yourself tonight? Do you want me to come over?" Mike asked. I could hear the concern in his voice and for some reason that pissed me off instead of soothing me like I expected it to.

Before replying, I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"No. I'll be ok. Thanks for the offer Mike, but I really need to try and get things back to normal again. Will I see you tomorrow though?"

Even though I knew it was naïve of me, I just wanted things to go back to the way they were before the attack -- when Mike and I had simply enjoyed being together because we couldn't get enough of each other, and not because he felt obligated to protect and fuss over me.

I knew I was probably being an asshole, but it felt as though the attack robbed me of more than just my feelings of safety and power -- it also robbed me of the relationship I had been steadily building with Mike.

"Yeah babe, I would love to see you. How about I take you out somewhere nice for dinner? It will be just you and me someplace romantic."

"That's sounds great Mike. I can't wait." I smiled to myself.

"Good, then its settled. I'll pick you up about 7:30 tomorrow. I'll make the reservation for 8pm."

"Perfect, I'll be ready and waiting. I love you Mike." I couldn't help but smile as I said it. Even though it was still new on my tongue, it felt natural, like I had been saying it forever.

"And I love you baby. I'll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams of me."

"Ditto," I replied as we ended the call. Feeling much better now, I turned off all the lights before heading to the bedroom. Suddenly I couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

**

The next day was much as the last. I worked until my back and shoulders ached and only managed to get out of the office by 6pm. At least the towering pile of files on my desk was slowly disappearing.

Rushing home, I managed to get there by 6:30pm. Jumping into the shower I quickly washed up before running to my cupboard pulling out black dress slacks and a dove grey button down shirt.

By the time I was done, it was almost 7:30. I wanted to be calm and collected by the time Mike arrived as I didn't want him to know I had to rush home because I worked late. I knew he would lecture me on overdoing things and start worrying about my safety as well.

Walking to the sliding door, I opened it before stepping onto the balcony. Standing there watching the last rays of sunlight dipping low on the horizon, I felt the tension seeping from my shoulders.

I started as I heard the knock on the door. Walking back inside, I turned and closed the patio door, then let Mike inside. He was wearing dark brown slacks, a pale beige shirt with a matching tie, and a contrasting beige sports jacket to finish off the look. Glancing down at his feet, I saw dark chocolate brown loafers on his feet.

For a second I was stunned. I only snapped out of it as he leaned in a planted a kiss on my slackened lips.

"Close your mouth or the flies will go in."

I could just stare at him. In all the time I knew Mike, I've always only seen him in jeans and t-shirts. Sometimes he would pair the jeans with a shirt if he needed to dress up a bit, but never had I seen him like this.

"I never knew you even owned clothes like this. I'm feeling slightly undressed now." I looked down at my own ensemble and realize I needed to add a tie and a coat.

Mike just smiled and followed me into the bedroom. I reached in and pulled out a tie and a waistcoat. To be honest, I was always fascinated with fashion from the 1930's, and if I could get away with wearing three piece suits and a Fedora everyday without getting strange looks, I probably would. So as a compromise, I only stuck to the waistcoat and tie. The benefit was that I had good shape and the look worked on me.

Once I was done, Mike ushered me to the front door where he turned the deadbolt inside before pulling the door close. I wanted to protest that I could lock my own door, but thought it wasn't worth the effort and energy the ensuing argument would generate.

The restaurant was quite upscale. Fancier than any place I've ever been to before. We were told that our table was being prepared for us and we decided to head over to the bar for a drink while we waited.

"Very nice Mr. Grayson," I said while checking out the restaurant.

"Only the best will do for my boyfriend. I thought you'd appreciate some fine dining for a change, after all the pizza and Chinese I usually ply you with."

We both laughed, as it was true. Besides the odd occasions that I cooked when Mike came over, most of the time we just ordered in.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the charming Mike Grayson. I'm surprised to see you here -- not your usual scene."

I saw Mike's laughter die an instant death as the voice intruded.

"Jeremy," Mike said as he placed his beer on the counter and turned to face the owner of the voice.

The guy Mike addressed as Jeremy was tall. Taller than me, but just a few inches shy of Mike's full height. He had soft golden blonde hair - which most women paid a fortune trying to get out of a bottle; the brightest sky blue eyes I'd ever seen on anyone and soft plump lips that looked like it was made to pleasure a man. I couldn't help but stare at him. He had the bone structure and body that screamed male model, as well as an overall golden kiss to his skin that screamed natural tan. All in all the man standing in front of us was in a word, beautiful.

"Mikey. It's been a while. You haven't returned my calls." Jeremy said in what sounded like an amused voice.

"Yeah well I've been busy."

Watching the interaction between Mike and Jeremy, I could deduce only one thing. This must be an ex-lover of Mike's. Mike's body language screamed of an awkward run-in with an ex, and Jeremy seemed to be enjoying baiting Mike far too much.

"Hmm... Well I guess this must be the 'something' or should I say 'someone' keeping you so busy."

Jeremy looked me up and down assessing me. He must have decided I was not a threat to his vanity, because he reached around Mike and stuck his hand out.

"Jeremy Fairfax, your predecessor." He smiled flashing evenly bleached white teeth.

For some insane reason, I could not picture Mike and Jeremy together. Jeremy seemed far too high maintenance a guy, and somehow that did not gel with how I knew Mike. Given, I didn't know him too long, but somehow I always figured he dated guys like me -- not so flashy.

I carefully took Jeremy's hand in mine and shook it.

"Carson."

"Ah, Mike always did enjoy the prettier things in life, didn't you Mike?"

"That's enough Jeremy!"

Startled at the vehemence in Mike's tone, I glanced quickly at him. I had never seen Mike like this before. Yes, I'd seen him angry or pissed before, but now there was another emotion at play here. To be honest, Mike looked rattled. As though this whole meeting and conversation put Mike on edge and I couldn't understand why.

"Tsk, Mike," Jeremy clucked his tongue. "I'm just being polite, which is more than we can say for you."

As though by divine intervention, the hostess came over to inform us that our table was ready.

"Goodbye Jeremy," Mike said, as he placed his hand low on my back to guide me away from the bar.

"It was nice seeing you again lover. We should definitely do it again." I stiffened slightly as Jeremy words and mocking laughter floated over us as we made our way to the table.

Once seated, I looked over at Mike. I could see him studiously trying to avoid my eyes by perusing the menu in front of him.

"So, that was interesting," I said as an opening for Mike to continue.

Finally glancing up at me, Mike put down his menu. "Look, can we just forget that happened? This night is supposed to be about us. Let's not let anything ruin it please Carson."

Staring into Mike's eyes, I could see panic, and I really wanted to push to find out what put it there. I needed to know why this guy affected Mike this way, but neither did I want to get into an argument with him over it.

Sighing I decided to shelf it for now and just enjoy this time with Mike. But I was definitely not going to leave it at this. I wanted answers and I'd be damn before I let Mike dodge giving them to me again.

Later that night as I was getting ready for bed, I replayed the scene from the restaurant in my head. By tacit agreement, we had decided that Mike wasn't going to be spending the night. Things had been a bit strained since the run-in with Jeremy, and no matter how much small talk we made or pretended all was okay, a shadow had been cast over our date.

I wanted to know what the deal was between Mike and his former lover. From the way Jeremy spoke, I got the impression he wanted to rile Mike. And from Mike's reaction, it was clear that it was working. To be fair though, we had never had a serious discussion about previous lovers. In my case, Mike knew that I had had none, but I was under no illusions that Mike didn't have them lining up at his front doors.

Now that we came face to face with his past, he clammed up tighter than a virgin on her wedding night. This whole episode made me realize that as much as I knew about Mike, there was even more of him that I didn't know. I needed to be careful; otherwise this might end badly for me.

*

A few days later, I headed over to the local deli for some cooking necessities. Mike was coming over for dinner and I wanted to do something special but casual. I decided to go Italian, and the deli had all these amazing Italian meats and cheeses that I could use. I guess it was my way of buttering him up in order to glean the information I sought.

Checking out the selection of cheeses on display, I happened to glance up at the mirror above the refrigerated counter and to my astonishment saw Ron.

My first instinct was to immediately leave the shop, but as I stared at him checking out the wine selection two aisles over, a sudden anger gripped me. Who did this asshole think he was following me? I was tired of looking over my shoulder constantly, and wondering if the person who attacked me was still there watching me.

Knowing I was taking a big risk, I put down the chunk of cheese in my hand and marched over to where Ron was. As I approached, he glanced up did a double take and then quickly put the bottle he was holding back on the shelf.

"Carson." From the wide-eyed look, I could almost believe that he really hadn't known I was in the shop as well. There was something so awkward yet natural about his reaction to seeing me, that I hesitated for a second.

"Are you following me Ron?"

"What?! Jesus, no. I just came in to pick-up some wine. Look I heard about what happened to you and I'm sorry, but you had no right to tell the police I did that to you."

"What choice did you leave me with, Ron? I meet you, you show up almost everywhere I go, you ask me out and I refuse, then suddenly I'm attacked. Doesn't seem like a coincidence to me."

I could see the color rising in his face. It started from his collar and continued up until his whole face looked flushed. His chest started heaving as well, and I could see that I had roused his anger.

"Fuck you Carson. All I ever did was be nice to you. I offered friendship and you snubbed me like I was some fucking leper. Then you have the nerve to send the police to my door. Fuck you!"

Ron's voice had risen with his anger and several people turned to stare at us. For some reason Ron's response and his anger seemed genuine. Like I had wounded his pride and insulted him by accusing him of attacking me.

"Do you have any idea what you put me through? The goddamn police came to my work Carson. They fucking marched me out of there like I was some kind of criminal. I still have my colleagues whispering about it."

"Look, I'm sorry you had to go through that, but I needed to give the police all the information to catch the asshole that attacked me. If it wasn't you then I apologize, but think about it from my perspective. I was in the goddamn hospital fighting for my life."

I could see Ron fighting to tamp down his emotions. He glanced away from me while he took a couple of deep breaths before once again focusing on my face.

"I hope the police catch whoever did that to you, but it wasn't me Carson. If you knew me you would know I could never harm anyone like that. As for me running into you all the time, I don't know, put that down to fate. "

I'm sure he could see the doubt clearly displayed on my face.

"I may be a lot of things, but I sure as hell am not a stalker or a man who would attack someone just because they turned him down. Believe what you will, but I know who and what I am. Let's just agree to ignore each other if we ever do have a run-in again -- I'm sure you would agree it would be better for all concerned."

I stared into Ron's eyes while I thought about what he said. Call me naïve or just plain fucking stupid, but I think I actually believed he was telling the truth.

Nodding my head, I said. "OK Ron. I'm sorry if my sending the police to your door caused you unnecessary distress, for what it's worth."

"I hope they catch the asshole that did that to you. Maybe we can be friends when they do -- for what it's worth." He smiled wryly as he said it.

"Maybe"

After that, we both went back to our shopping and kept a wide berth if we happened to be in the same aisle.

On my way home, I thought about everything Ron had said and I hoped like hell it wasn't really him. If -- no when, they caught the bastard maybe, just maybe Ron and I could actually try and be friends. For now I decided to keep my meeting with Ron to myself -- I had more pressing matters to see to, namely Mike and Jeremy.

*

Ok, so dinner was not going as planned. We were so damn awkward with each other, it was painful to watch. We smiled and made polite chitchat about nothing consequential until I was ready to scream. We hadn't been this awkward with each other even when we first met. I was at the end of my rope, and any attempt by me to draw Mike into conversation about Jeremy was slyly outmaneuvered by Mike.

Finally I had had enough.

"Ok, what gives?"

Startled, Mike looked into my face. "I don't know what you mean."

"Christ Mike, let's not play this bullshit game. You won't talk about you past relationship with Jeremy, and you keep dodging the topic. I want to know why?"

Mike's eyes fell away from my face and I could see the tic in his jaw from where he was obviously grinding his teeth.

"Because it's just that -- the past! I don't see why I have to rehash something that has been over long ago."

"If it's really in the past Mike, why do you have such difficulty talking about it? Is it because you still have feelings for him?"

"What? No, of course not! Christ any feelings I had for Jeremy vanished the minute he did -- "

I sat back in my chair stunned at what Mike had unwittingly revealed. So the break wasn't amicable or mutual. It seemed that Jeremy had for some reason left and it had made Mike bitter.

I could see Mike's hands clench on the table either side of his plate. He had obviously said more than he intended to and did not seem pleased.

"So he walked out of your relationship. How long were you together?"

"Carson," I could see Mike really didn't want to answer that question.

"Mike -- how long were you and Jeremy together," I repeated.

"Almost three years."

"Holy shit!" Wait, did I just say that out loud? From the look on Mike's face I guess I did, but holy hell in a hand basket this was big. Three years? Their relationship must have been serious for them to be together for so long.

"Why did he leave?"

"For fuck's sake Carson this is ancient history. Can we please drop it and get back to our real lives."

Mike sounded pissed, and he had never taken this particular tone with me before. But I could see right through it. He was using this as a deflection, hoping that I would get mad at him so I'd stop with the questions.

"If we are going to work Mike, you are going to have to learn to trust me."

"Oh like you trusted me when you didn't tell me that some whack job was coming onto to you and stalking your ass?"




An Erotic Tale Ch. 06



This story is a continuation from the series "An Erotic Tale". To get a better understanding of these characters, it is best to read the previous 5 instalments in the series.

This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only.

Remember, knowledge is power! Educate yourself. Always practice safe sex!

I found myself standing on the doorstep of Mike's house ringing the buzzer...

Since the break-in and discovery of Jeremy's pursuit of my boyfriend a week ago, we hadn't really spoken much. Mike would text me every day asking if I was ok, and I would reply via text. That was about the sum total of our communication.

In the past week, I had been busy making the necessary changes to my apartment as well. I had hired a security firm to install an alarm system as well as a security gate on my balcony door. So almost three grand later, I felt safer in my home -- almost. The only issue still weighing heavily on my mind -- besides the psychotic stalker, was the discord between Mike and me.

So here I found myself standing on his doorstep waiting for him to open the door... 

*

The door swung open to reveal Mike standing there with a look of surprise on his handsome face. He was barefoot, wearing faded Levi's that hugged his hips and ass lovingly, and a well-worn white T-shirt that had seen better days.

Staring at him, I felt my heart give a little skip. I had missed him terribly this past week. Shame and guilt crowded my chest while we stood there staring at each other. I had done this to us. I was the reason we hadn't seen or spoken to each other in a week. My irrational need for independence had driven a wedge between us that I hoped was not too big to bridge again. 

All my life I had had no one to depend on besides myself; wishing I would find someone willing to share my joys and sorrows with -- who would shoulder some of life's ups and downs. And now standing before me was that person I had longed for, and what did I do at the first opportunity? I pushed and pushed wanting 'independence' when all along my independence laid in the security of our relationship with this man who loved me unconditionally.

God, I was such a fucking idiot!

"Carson? I wasn't expecting you." 

I could hear the hesitancy and shock in Mike's voice, and it made me cringe slightly. Again it reminded me that I was the reason for this awkwardness.

"Hey, um, could I maybe come inside?"

That seemed to jolt Mike back into reality. Hastily stepping back inside, he motioned for me to enter before he closed the door.

Feeling even more awkward now that I was inside, I shoved my hands into the front pockets of my jeans and hunched my shoulders slightly.

"We, um... I need to talk to you. Is this a good time or --"

"No, no this is good." Mike hurriedly interjected. "Let's go through to the kitchen. I think we can both do with a beer."

Nodding I followed him down the foyer into the kitchen. I couldn't help my eyes straying to the tight ass beautifully cupped by the denim moving enticingly in front of me. A whole week without Mike seemed like a year.

I moved to sit on one of the kitchen stools at the counter, while Mike reached into the fridge and extracted two cold beers. After twisting the cap off both, he handed me one before moving back to lean against the opposite counter. I could feel him staring at me as we sipped our beers but I kept my eyes focused on the bottle resting in my hands. 

Finally I looked up. 

"I missed you," I whispered so softly, and I wondered if Mike had heard me. From the slight widening of his eyes, I knew that he had, and that he had not been expecting me to say that.

"I missed you too baby."

I nodded, but remained seated even though every part of me screamed to go to him and feel his arms around me.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking this past week. Firstly I wanted to apologize for my reaction the last time we spoke."

I shook my head and held up my hand as I saw Mike was about to object. "No, let me finish first." Even though I knew he wanted to say something, Mike subsided against the counter once again and motioned for me to proceed.

Taking a deep breath and a fortifying sip for courage, I continued.

"I acted like an ass last week. The whole break-in, as well as the Jeremy thing was not handled well. I reacted in a knee-jerk way, when I should have let you explain first. That is on me, and I am sorry I caused this rift between us."

I took another sip of my beer, placed it on the counter, before moving to stand in front of Mike. 

"All my life I've only had myself to rely on. Being orphaned at such a young age, and then being moved from foster home to the next has jaded me a bit I guess. I learned that nothing lasts forever, and the only person you can depend on is yourself.

I guess that is what I've been doing with us as well. I was worried that because this -- us, fell perfectly into place and seemed to be the stuff fantasies are made off, it wasn't real. I expected it to end soon, and may have subconsciously been sabotaging us. And when this Jeremy thing popped up it was like the perfect excuse I needed.

But that's not what I want anymore. I want us to be real. I want this asshole to leave me the fuck alone. And I want Jeremy to realise that he had his chance and he fucked it up and that you belong to me now."

Throughout my speech, Mike had been staring at me. I could see that his body was tensed, and as I finally finished my monologue, he straightened, placed his beer on the counter next to him and pulled me into his arms.

I went willingly. Allowing my arms to creep around his waist and hold on for dear life. Jesus how I missed this; the feel, the scent and more importantly the love I could feel pouring off Mike. I closed my eyes and held on wishing this moment would never end.

"You little shit. God, don't you know that you are it for me? There's no one else that can compare to you. It's been hell trying to keep from going to you this week. I had to satisfy myself with fucking text messages. Do you have any clue how much I hate goddamn texting?!"

The horror in Mike's voice when he spoke about texting was just too much for me. I felt the laughter bubble up, and then I was holding onto Mike for an entirely different reason -- so I didn't fall flat on my ass with laughter. Before long Mike had joined me, and we both sounded like a couple of loons standing in the kitchen cackling.

As our laughter finally subsided, I looked up into Mike's face. Smiling softly, I turned my face up to his, intent on reaching his lips with my own. Mike leaned down, and just as our lips were about to touch, I whispered, "I love you, Mike"

Mike stilled for a second before he too whispered "I love you baby, and don't you ever forget that."

Our lips met and it was like coming home after years of being absent. The familiarity and comfort that kiss generated almost brought me to my knees. 

Mike pulled me closer against his body as his lips plundered mine. He nipped and licked the seam of my lips, before sliding his tongue into the welcoming warmth of my mouth. Our tongues met and danced across each other, as the kissed deepened, became more erotic. Our hands began an exploration of the others body as our mouths played out its lustful battle for dominance.

As we pulled apart, our chests heaved from exertion. My body was straining the confines of the clothing, and I wanted nothing more than to press my naked body against Mike's and enjoy him. But I knew that there was still too much unresolved between us, and we needed this time to sort things out before we rushed back into the mindless pleasure we would no doubt find in Mike's bed.

Stepping back out of his reach, I moved back to the counter to collect my beer. I turned and glanced at Mike over my shoulder.

"There's still a lot to talk about. Let's get that over with before things get any more heated up."

Mike's left eyebrow arched a bit and a slight smirk appeared on his mouth but he nodded in agreement. He reached over to collect his own forgotten beer, before following me out into the living room.

I sat down on the sofa while Mike took possession of the recliner.

"Tell me about Jeremy. And how was I oblivious to these calls?"

I could see Mike would rather talk about anything else besides Jeremy, but I also knew he would answer. He wanted things to be right between us as much as I did.

"It started soon after he returned from his little trip. Apparently things didn't go as he had planned, so he thought I would welcome him back with open arms. He would call about 3 or 4 times a week, wanting me to have dinner with him 'just to talk'. He said he wanted to apologise for the way he left our relationship. I told him I wasn't interested in his bullshit and I had moved on. Obviously he took that as some challenge to try and get me back."

I listened quietly throughout, even though I really had to contain myself from asking if I had been the rebound guy. 

"The reason you didn't know about the calls, apart from the fact that I was an ass and hid it from you, was that he mostly called the bar at night, when he knew I would most likely be in the office. And me in my infinite fucked up wisdom thought I would be able to deal with it without you ever having to find out about him. They say hindsight is 20/20, and I guess that is true. If I had known how this would blow up in my face, I would have told you about Jeremy a lot sooner."

Smiling over at Mike, I nodded my head. I could understand now that I had all the facts. Wasn't it exactly what I had done to Mike about Ron? How could I be a hypocrite and punish Mike for doing exactly the same thing I had done?

"I guess we both should have trusted the other more. "

Mike stared at me for a long time before he replied, "Yeah I guess we should have."

"The night of the break-in, he called you on your cell. I thought he only called you at work." Mike cleared his throat, before taking a hefty swallow from his beer bottle.

"He used to only call at the office. That first night you came into my office; that was him on the phone."

Wracking my brain, trying to think back on to that night I went to thank Mike for the flowers. I was so nervous I don't think I heard much of the conversation, but I do remember hearing him talking on the phone while I approached his office door.

"So when did he start calling on your cell?"

"It was just after we had run into him at the restaurant. I guess he didn't believe me when I told him I was seeing someone else. Seeing you, he must have realised that I was serious about being over him."

I could understand now why Jeremy had redoubled his efforts. He must have known that I would question who was calling Mike so often, hoping to unbalance our relationship somehow. If only he knew that he had almost succeeded!

Another thought struck me. If what Mike said was true, and I had no reason to doubt him, could Jeremy be jealous enough to want to hurt me? Could he maybe have known about me longer than he let Mike believe?

"Mike, er, about Jeremy."

Mike must have noticed my discomfort, because he straightened in his seat.

"What is it?" I could see worry etching his brow. 

"Do you think it could be a coincidence that I have this stalker after me, and Jeremy is playing the jealous bitch? Do you think it's possible that he could be behind the gifts and the attack?" I could see the wheels turning in Mike's mind; fitting the puzzle of my stalker into the timeline of Jeremy's attempts to rekindle their relationship.

"Jesus, I never even thought about it before. Do you think -- "

Mike broke off shaking his head at whatever he was about to say.

"No Carson, I don't think it could be Jeremy. At least I think he would have more sense than to do something this stupid. I've known him for a long time, and even though he can be petty and childish, I can't see him being this vindictive."

Mike was scowling, staring down at the carpet.

"Shit! I can't take that chance -- I won't take this chance, not with your life. We'll call the detective first thing in the morning and ask him to check out Jeremy just to be sure."

I could see Mike was having a hard time with this. He stood up and walked over to the patio door staring out into the darkness. I could see his face reflected off the glass and the concern clouding his features.

I got up from my own seat and went and stood behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and propping my chin onto his shoulder. His hands came up and rested lightly on my clasped hands. We stood there for a few minutes in silence.

"I had an alarm system and security gate installed in my apartment."

At first Mike didn't move or speak, and then he slowly nodded his head once. I was surprised by his lack of reaction. I expected him to praise the fact that I had done the sensible thing to ensure my safety, but just a nod I was not expecting.

Disentangling my arms from around his waist, I turned him to face me.

"Mike?"

He looked down at me, but didn't say anything. He turned and moved back into the living room, sitting down on the edge of the sofa. He hung his head and used the thumb and index finger of his right hand to press into his eyes, as though trying to rub the weariness out of it.

I crossed over and stood in front of him.

"Mike, what's wrong?"

Looking up at me, I was surprised to see anger in his eyes. 

"What do you want me to say Carson? 'Well done baby, great job of protecting yourself from the lunatic stalking your ass. Let's hope the alarm patrol company get to you quick enough before the crazy man with the knife cuts you'. Because if that's what you were expecting then you in for a serious disappointment."

Ok so sarcasm so does not become Mike!

"What the hell do you want from me Mike? Just do nothing until he decides to show his next hand. I am not going to sit around fucking twiddling my thumbs while this asshole toys with me."

Ok so I was getting pissed now as well. What the hell did Mike want from me? Why was everything always a fucking issue or fight?

"What I want is for you to move in here like I asked you million times before. We both know that if he does manage to find out where you are staying, there are two of us to deal with as oppose to just you. Why must you always overcomplicate things Carson? Just for once suck in your goddamn pride and let someone else help you."

Fuck! We were back to the issue that started the conflict between us in the first place -- besides Jeremy of course. I knew Mike wanted to protect me, but I also knew that running and hiding wouldn't solve anything. 

Once again we were at a stand-off. I could feel the anger and frustration billowing off Mike in waves and honestly I wasn't too far off from those feelings myself. 

I wanted Mike to understand and realise that if we weren't a couple, and I was being pursued by an anonymous threat, I wouldn't have him to run to; I would be fending for myself with the help of the police. And I understood too, that I did have Mike, and we were in a relationship, but that didn't mean he could realistically fix every one of my problems. 

I knew Mike was offering his help, wanting to share the burden. I understood and appreciated this about Mike, but something deep down was telling me that the only way to catch this person threatening me was to make myself seem accessible. If I was to hold up in Mike's house for an indefinite time, who was to say this maniac would ever surface?

I knew I was playing a dangerous game, but I also knew our best chance of catching this asshole was to function like normal, letting him know I was on guard, but also that I wasn't totally inaccessible to him. This may be the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life -- and I might not live through it to regret it, but intrinsically my gut was telling me to let this game play out.

"I know what you're saying Mike, and believe me I know the risks, but my gut is telling me I'm doing the right thing. I know you think I'm being stupid and irresponsible, but have you ever felt so strongly about something that it was like it was a tangible part of you?"

Mike was staring at me like I had completely lost it.

"Look I know you want to do what you think is best for me and Jesus so do i. I don't want this fucker hurting me or anyone more than he already has, but I need you to believe that I know what's best for me. I need your support and understanding more than ever now."

I knew I sounded like I was begging, but I didn't care. I wanted Mike's help, but I also wanted this shit-assed situation to come to an end. I could see the struggle on his face; part wanting to throw me over his shoulder and lock me in his bedroom, and part wanting to agree to what I was asking.

"Goddammit, you're going to make me grey before I hit 40."

I let the breath out I didn't even know I'd been holding.

"But before I agree to anything, I want to set some conditions. "

Now it was my time to look wearily at Mike. I nodded for him to continue.

"Firstly, anything remotely seeming like a threat to you physically and you pack your bags and get your ass over here immediately. Secondly, anymore attempts at a break-in and the same apply. Lastly, so much as a bad feeling about someone looking sideways or staring too long at you, you let me or the detectives know immediately. Do I make myself clear?"

Knowing when I was beat, I promised, and basically sealed my fate.

Mike stood up and walked over to me. Pulling me into his arms, he buried his face in my neck and just held on tight. We stood like that for a while before Mike turned and led me from the room.

I followed him to his bedroom. He turned and closed the door before leading me to the bed. I could feel my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. It felt like our first time all over again. 

I placed my hands on his waist and his lips met mine halfway. The kiss was soft and erotic, before quickly escalating to hot and lustful. Our tongues reached out and teased, before slipping inside wet and eager.

I felt his cock rubbing against mine through the denims, and I quickly reached the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Running my hands over the hard ridges and planes of Mike's chest made me desperate to feel his hard cock in me.

We grappled with each other's clothes, until we were both blissfully naked. I reclined on the bed, as Mike came over me, kissing and biting my neck as I ran my hands all over his body.

"Please, Mike, don't make me wait any longer."

Reaching inside his bedside drawer, he withdrew the lube.

"Turnover baby -- I want you on your hands and knees." I immediately scrambled to obey, aching to feel Mike's length sliding deep into me.

I waited for the feel of his fingers coated in the lube, but jumped when I felt his tongue swipe across my hole instead. I dropped my head onto the bed and moaned. Over and over his tongue lashed my hole, making me squirm for more.

When I started begging, Mike held my hips firmly in his hands before driving his tongue deep into my passage. 

I cried out. Oh God, it felt fantastic as he tongue fucked my ass. Sucking and biting the puckered hole, before forcing his tongue deep inside. I writhed as his tongue threaded into me, making my cock jump and twitch, dripping with precum.

Soon he was withdrawing, only to replace his tongue with a two fingers and then three. It burned a little, but I was so wet from his tongue that his fingers slid right inside me.

I heard the lid of the lube being opened and then the coldness of the gel being spread between my butt cheeks. 

"Oh God Mike, that feels so good," I whimpered in need.

I felt Mike place kisses all over my lower back, while his fingers worked to stretch me. He worked my tight passage, searching out and massaging my little pleasure spot, before spearing his fingers apart -- stretching the tight ring of muscle.




An Erotic Tale Ch. 06



I spread my legs further apart, lowering my torso so that my chest rested against the sheets. This allowed Mike's fingers deeper penetration.

"Now Mike, now!"

He lined the head of his cock up with my hole. With a grunt, his cockhead breached my entrance. Mike stopped to allow my body to stretch around his size, before thrusting further into me.

"Fuck baby, you look so beautiful all stretched around me."

All I could do was moan into the bedding, and grip the sheets as Mike rode me nice and rough. I was begging Mike to fuck me harder. He complied and sound of damp flesh meeting damp flesh was filling the room. 

With every thrust inside me, Mike was hitting my prostrate and I could feel my orgasm building. I reached underneath me to stroke my cock, but Mike slapped my hands away.

"Jesus Mike, you're gonna kill me."

Mike let out a low laugh, but increased his pace, changing his angle slightly. It now felt like he was rubbing directly on the nut inside me, the friction so intense that it left me feeling raw. It felt like my sperm was boiling in my balls, wanting to explode from the pressure.

"Come for me baby," Mike ground out.

I closed my eyes and focused the pleasure, willing my orgasm on. A tight slap on my ass made me jump, but that triggered my release.

"Ah Mike, ah -- Aaahhh!" I moaned as my cock spasmed and cum shot from my cock in short hot spurts. I felt as though I would never stop coming, as my body clenched and spasmed in time with my orgasm.

Behind me, I felt Mike thrust hard and deep into me as my channel squeezed his dick, and he roared in rapture as he in turn blasted me with hot spunk.

We both collapsed on the bed, panting with exertion and satisfaction. I felt my ass clench in reflex, as Mike's softening penis slipped from my body in a rush of sticky fluid.

"That," I panted, "was absolutely, fucking amazing."

I felt Mike's chest rumble with laughter, as he moved to lie next to me. Turning on my side, I looked over to see him lying on his back with his eyes closed with a grin on his face.

Smug bastard! But I couldn't help smiling myself.

*

The following two weeks were relatively normal. Mike seemed to want to sleep over a lot, but I didn't really mind, even though I knew what he was really doing.

We had spoken to the detective about our suspicions about Jeremy, and the detective was looking into the matter. It seemed that Jeremy had an alibi for the night of the attack, but they were still checking the night of the break-in and the possibility of him sending the anonymous gifts.

Mike had made it clear to Jeremy that he wanted nothing more to do with him. Their relationship had been over since he'd decided that he wanted a sugar daddy more than he wanted a real partner. So far we hadn't heard or seen from Jeremy. I secretly hoped that it was him who had been harassing me. I knew that if it was and we couldn't prove he'd attacked me, he would get of scot free. But on the other hand, I wanted it to be him so that this whole sordid mystery could finally be laid to rest.

I was tired of constantly looking over my shoulder; being on guard wherever I went. And even though I was glad Mike and I were back on track, I couldn't help feeling stifled by his constant concern.

To top everything off, Mandy was slightly perturbed with me as I hadn't been spending much time with her lately. Apparently she had met a new guy that she was dying for me to meet.

On the Wednesday evening I was supposed to meet Mandy's guy, I couldn't seem to get out of the office. It seemed that half the office was out sick with flu, and the work had to be redistributed so the rest of us were carrying twice our normal workloads.

I finally managed to leave, but it was almost 7pm. I had called Mike earlier to let him know I would be working late, and made me promise I would call him when I was leaving the office. I waved to the others that were still sitting at their desks as I walked through the office towards the lifts. As I waited for the lift, I chatted with a colleague who had joined me on his way out as well. We rode the lift down, and left the building, before parting ways outside.

As I walked to wards the parking lot, I glanced around (which has become a habit now), taking in my surroundings and looking for anything suspicious. Seeing nothing alarming, I continued to my car, deactivating the alarm, before stowing my briefcase in the trunk.

As I glanced up, before sliding into the driver's seat, I noticed a man standing outside the entrance of the building I had just exited. 

He had on what looked like a work uniform, and a peak cap pulled low over his face. But that is not what troubled me. What bothered me was the fact that he was just standing there, staring straight at me, oblivious to everything around him.

There was something vaguely familiar about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. In that instant, I just knew that I was staring at the man that had been harassing me for the past months, and I knew that ready or not, this was going to end tonight one way or the other.

As I stood transfixed, he started walking towards me. As he closed the distance between us, I knew that I had only a few seconds to react. I reached inside my pocket as unobtrusively as possible, taking my cell out and hitting the redial button. 

I knew I needed to let Mike know where I was and what was happening in case this all went south faster than a hooker's knickers on a busy night.

As he approached me, I noticed the blade he had in his hand, and my heart started pounding as I felt the blood rushing to me head. 

At the same time I heard Mike answer the phone through the speaker, and with as little movement as possible, I dropped the phone onto the driver's seat.

"Carson, are you there..." I could hear coming faintly through phone, and hoped like hell the guy standing three feet from me with the wicked looking switchblade couldn't hear it as well.

Now I know you must be thinking, why the fuck didn't I just get into the car and drive away, but the simple answer is... I'm an idiot! Well that and the fact that I was not going to turn tail like a pussy and run from this douche bag -- no matter how fucking scared I am right now.

I wanted this over with, and instinctively I knew he did to, or why would he bother showing himself like this in a public place (well semi-public, because goddammit, where's another person in a deserted parking lot when you need one?!).

"So you finally decided to do this face to face, instead of sneaking up behind me." 

Ok now I know it's not wise to taunt a psycho with a blade, but I needed Mike to know what was happening without alerting my attacker that I had made a call on the cell phone.

"A bit of a ballsy move doing in front of my office building where anyone can see you." God, I hope Mike was hearing this and calling the cops.

He just continued staring at me, which unnerved the shit out of me. He moved his wrist and I saw the blade flash under the lights in the parking area.

His face was still partially shadowed by the peak of the cap, but once again I got the feeling of familiarity. I knew I had seen this man before, and I strained my brain trying to place where.

"What do you want? Why me?"

I was desperate to know what his intentions were. He obviously came prepared to do some damage. He was slightly shorter, but had at least 20 pounds on me, which did not look like flab. He had some muscle under that uniform.

However, I knew that if things got physical, I would at least get some punches in. Growing up as a skinny scared kid in foster homes, knocked about by some of the bigger kids tended to make you know how to take a punch. Added to that, all my time spent in the gym was not just for show. I had some pretty decent workouts with the punching bag, so at least I had that on my side. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

I hoped Mike had figured out what was going down and was on his way with the police in tow. I knew I couldn't stall him much longer.

At the same time I thought this, a car blasted its horn somewhere down the street. Stupidly, I allowed myself to be momentarily distracted by it, and before I knew what had happened, he was on me.

He launched himself on me, shoving me up against the car. My adrenaline kicked in, and somehow I managed to grab his hand before he could bring the blade down across my cheek.

In the struggle, his cap got knocked aside, and I was finally able to place how I knew him.

No! That thought raced through my head as we struggled for control of the weapon.

How could this be? Why the fuck would he want to hurt me? As far as I could recall, I had done nothing to instigate the violence and hatred he obviously had towards me.

"Fucking whore!" he screamed into my face.

Spittle flew from his mouth and his eyes looked glassy and crazy.

He managed to land a punch on my jaw that dazed me for a second. In the split second I was seeing stars, he rammed his fist into my stomach, making me double over in pain.

It felt like someone had ripped my innards out and then shoved it back inside. I desperately fought back the nausea I felt taking over, as I breathed through the pain. Knowing I couldn't give in, or he would kill me, I brought me knee up and shoved it as hard as I could manage into his groin.

He howled in pain, clutching himself and in the process dropped the blade. I went for it, but he blocked me, and let rip with his meaty fist into my side. The pain shot into my body and I knew he had managed to break or at least bruise my ribs.

He grabbed me again, and we went crashing onto the hard concrete. As he landed on top of me, I brought my arm back and elbowed him in the face. I heard a crunching sound and felt some satisfaction that I had broken his nose.

"Motherfucker!" he yelled falling against the side of the car holding onto his bleeding nose.

As I scrambled for the weapon, he kicked me, unbalancing me so that I went sprawling back to the ground again. I retaliated with a foot to the chin. 

By this point we were both bruised, in pain and bleeding. I knew I couldn't do this much longer as the blackness was calling to me; a reprieve from the pain.

Finally, I managed to get the blade in my hand, and I turned to see him leaning dazedly against the side of the car, blood pouring from his nose and a slight wobble in his step.

"Don't move. Just don't fucking move!" I told him, none too steadily myself. 

He looked up to see me brandishing the weapon in my hand.

"What you gonna do with that slut? Seems to me the only weapon you should have is the one's sticking into your back" he smirked at me, spitting a wad a blood and saliva onto the floor.

The reminder of him stabbing me in front of my apartment had me seeing red. In that instant, I had visions of me stabbing him in the neck repeatedly, as he begged for mercy. A pretty gruesome thought, which I did not know I was capable of having until now. The urge to hurt him was so overwhelmingly, it literally took my breath away. 

"You fucking coward. Is that what gets you off? Jumping people from behind because you're too much of a pussy to take them on face to face?!" I snarled the accusation at him. "What the fuck did I ever do to you crazy asshole? "

The look he gave me was so full of menace that I actually cringed back slightly. In the distance I could finally and blessedly hear the sound of sirens as they rushed towards us.

"You don't even know do you? You pretty boys are all the same" He spat another wad of blood for good measure. "Walking around with your head in the air, thinking you're God's gift; not caring about who you walk over."

To be honest I was completely lost. My confusion must have shown on my face because he grunted in disgust before continuing.

"All the times I brought you gifts, but you never even thanked me for them. Just took them and laughed with your friends. You laughed at me; at the fact that I wasn't sophisticated, or as smart, or as rich as you. But I showed you didn't I? I showed you what real men do. But no, you had to go whore yourself out, when I was right there in front of your eyes."

I was honestly in shock. What he was saying was crazy. He really was delusional.

Before either of us could say anything further, the parking lot was filled with police cars, sirens blaring, lights flashing.

Uniform offices rushed forward, weapons drawn. They handcuffed my attacker and led him away. He glanced back, staring at me. The corner of his mouth lifted in a ghost of a smile, and he mouthed, "I'll be back later", before the officers shoved him into the back of the police car.

Detective Duncan came running forward, yelling for a medic to attend to me. It was only when he reached down to take the weapon from me, that I realized that I was still clutching the blade in my hands.

"Are you ok Mr Landry? Mr Grayson called and filled us in on the situation." 

I nodded, glancing around expecting Mike to be there.

The detective saw my preoccupation while the medics worked on me. "He will probably be here any minute. Remember we have flashing lights that lets us drive through red robots."

As if on cue, Mike screeched to a halt behind a police car. The car had barely come to a stop before he was out; ignoring the officer who told him he couldn't park there.

And then he was next to me, cupping my face, kissing me and not giving a damn who saw us. The detective spoke to the officer who had trailed Mike from his haphazard parking job, reassuring him it was ok.

"My heart stopped when I heard what was happening" Mike whispered into neck. "God, I couldn't get here fast enough. I called the detective on my way. Jesus, don't ever do that to me again!"

"I'm sorry, Mike. I all just happened so fast and I reacted as best I could. All I knew is that I needed to let you know where I was. I knew you would get here."

The detective cleared his throat and we pulled apart. 

"I'm sorry to interrupt. I know you want to be alone, but we have some official business to sort out first. Mr Landry, did you perhaps recognise your attacker?" Detective Duncan had taken out his little notebook and pen while he was talking.

I could feel the pain killers the medic had given me taking effect, but I nodded. "Yes, I've seen him before. A few times actually. He was the guy that delivered Mike's gifts at the office."

"Jesus Christ." Mike said. 

Knowing him as well as I do now, I would bet a months' salary that this would give him a complex. He'd feel guilty as though this was his entire fault, and I'd probably never get another gift from him again. I sighed as I thought this.

"Did he say anything about why he targeted you?" Detective Duncan asked.

I repeated what he had told me. 

"He must have built up some kind of fantasy relationship around you. You receiving all those gifs must have tipped him over the edge and made him believe you were rejecting him." Duncan explained.

"Either way, I'm glad it's finally over." I breathed as I finally allowed the meds to take effect. 

Mike leaned down and kissed me before saying he would follow the ambulance to the hospital.

*

It's been two months since the incident in the parking lot, and life's been good so far. My boss was extremely understanding about my situation and the fact that I took another weeks absence from work.

I finally got to meet Mandy's new guy -- although it was a very odd meeting with me lying in a hospital bed and Mandy sobbing in his arms over my poor broken ribs.

Leonard Barnes, aka 'My Stalker/Attacker', was tried and convicted for attempted murder, breaking and entering, and a list of other charges. He was going away for a very, very long time.

Now Mike on the other hand. Mike was, well Mike. He went from protective Mother Hen to broody and guilt-ridden (as I had predicted), back to overprotective, and now finally settling in to hot stud boyfriend/lover.

I had officially moved into his house two days ago. We were still tripping over each other trying to find a rhythm, but mostly the transition was going smoothly.

Mike was due home from the bar anytime now. He had called earlier to say he was heading home, and I had sprung into action getting everything ready for his surprise.

I was making dinner for us, as a celebration-cum-private house-warming. Dessert was going to be a decadent and gluttonous affair, a sort of christening of our bedroom.

I heard the front door slam, and seconds later Mike was striding into the kitchen. He stopped short and glanced around.

"What's all this?"

I smiled and went over to plant a wet one on his lips. "It's just a little private celebration for us."

We sat down, and dug in. I must admit everything was good, and if I'd had any doubts, Mike made sure I knew how great dinner was. After working together to clear away dinner and set the kitchen to rights, we headed upstairs.

Mike detoured quickly to lock up and set the alarm, before he joined me in the bedroom. He shut the door as he came in and I smiled and beckoned him into the en-suite bathroom.

By the time he joined me, I had the shower going and was halfway naked. His clothes soon joined mine and we were cocooned inside the steamy cubicle.

I leaned in and placed kisses on his neck and chest, nipping his pecs lightly with my teeth. He groaned and pressed closer and I could feel that he was fully aroused.

He reached behind me for the sponge and squirted shower gel on it, working up a lather while I was busy working on his nipples.

I had one caught between my teeth, flicking my tongue against it, while my fingers strummed and teased the other one. He arched his back slightly, and I felt his hand cupping my head, holding me to him.

The other hand holding the sponge slowly tracked its way across my back and shoulders, moving lower to my buttocks. 

I released his nipples, and he glided the sponge over my chest and down my arms. He knelt in front of me, washing my legs, but completely ignoring my straining erection which bounced and twitched in front of his face. I groaned in disappointment when he stood up and directed my body under the spray, rinsing the suds off me.

I pressed my body back against him, and felt his cock slip into the space where my legs and buttocks meet. I adjusted the angle so that I could glide myself back and forth on his cock, slippery with water and the soap running off my back.

Mike moaned in my ear, pushing himself harder against me. He thrust like that for a while, while he used his right hand to wrap around my cock. My head rested back on his shoulder while we moved in time to our own music.

As pleasurable as this was, I didn't want Mike to come like this. I stopped his hand and pulled away from him to reach down for the sponge Mike had dropped. I reached for the gel and lathered the sponge again. It was now Mike's turn to be washed.

I paid close attention to his nipples and chest as I knew he was very sensitive there. Once I had the rest of his body lathered up, I squeezed the suds from the sponge into my palm. Dropping the sponge, I used both hands to anoint his hungry red pole with the slippery foam. 

Mike closed his eyes, let his head fall back into his shoulders and held onto the sides of the cubicle while I slid to my knees before him and went to work.

Up and down I moved my hand, squeezing as I went, cupping his sac, reaching between his legs, up into the dark furrow of his ass. I varied the pressure, sometimes light sometimes tight, always keeping him on edge, never knowing what was coming next. 

As the soap washed from his body, I leaned forward and licked at the head, sucking it into my mouth, taking him deep as my fingers searched and played with his secret hole. Taking him to the back of my throat, I swallowed, placing pressure on the head as it lodged deep, moaning around him, making his cock pulse and dance on my tongue.




An Erotic Tale Ch. 06



Mike moaned, and then swore as the feelings got more intense, his climax was building higher, rushing to escape from his tight body. Over and over I took him deep into me, keeping the pressure hard, knowing he would enjoy the darker side of his pleasure, so close to sensual pain.

His hips rotated, picking up the rhythm he used when he fucked me. I could feel his legs shaking, shivering to hold him up and I knew he was close, seconds from shooting into my eager mouth, giving me his salty passion that I loved.

Harder and faster I sucked, licked, jacked him off with my other hand, while all the time teasing his perfect little hole.

Mike was moaning now, louder and louder, urging me to finish it, give him the release he sought, and as I lodged him deep in my throat, I penetrated him, sliding my finger up into that tight passage, searching out and finding his hard little nub, teasing it violently, Mike grabbed my head, forced himself deeper still, and emptied his balls into my waiting throat. Over and over he jetted and pulsed, giving me more than he had ever before, while I waited for his storm to pass.

He sagged back, leaning heavily against the tile wall, his cock slipping from my mouth as I withdrew my hand from his ass.

He looked down at me, and I could see that the fever was still burning in his eyes. He simultaneously reached to lift me up and turn the taps off, and then we were in the bedroom.

Naked and wet, he threw me across the bed before straddling my body. He drew my hands above my head and told me to keep them there, before licking his way from my neck to my cock. He paused to play with my nipples, biting them mercilessly, until I was writhing in ecstasy.

He spread my legs wide, cupped my sac in his hand, sucking it whole into his greedy mouth. My ass, still wet from the shower, glistened in the muted light. His finger stabbed deep, probing, twisting, fucking, before adding another and then another. 

I screamed, yelled my excitement. Encouraging his hands to dwell deeper, explore. He let go off my sac, to spit onto his probing fingers, easing their passage even more.

"Yes. Oh God!" I screamed.

Mike was breathing heavy, and I could see that he was fully aroused again. His cock was jutting from his body, the angry head pointing at me. I knew I needed that inside me now.

"Please Mike, I need it. Put it inside me."

"Yes, I'm going to tear that hole up. Make it so you can't sit for days."

Abruptly withdrawing his hand from me, I felt my hole given an involuntary twitch, trying to close itself. Mike reached behind him for the lube, coated his cock, lined himself up with my hole and thrust. A single thrust and he was lodged balls deep inside me. My back arched off the bed and my hands gripped the sheets as the feeling of fullness spread through me.

"Yesss" was all I could moan.

Draping my legs over his shoulders, my ass lifted clear off the bed. The angle forced him even deeper into me and we both gasped at the sensation. He jackhammered into me, so hard and fast, I could barely feel him, except for the friction.

My prostrate screamed in agony so delicious I felt tears sliding down my face. My body was awry with conflicting sensations so intense, my cock exploded into satiation. Creamy fluid coated me, salty and warm, but my cock retained its hardness.

Soon Mike was slowing down, pulling my legs off his shoulder and around his waist, sitting back so I was astride his body.

Staring into his eyes, I began riding him. I held onto his shoulders as I bounced on his cock. Our lips met, open-mouthed, tongues tangling, licking, and sucking. My cock rode between us, rubbing against our stomachs.

"That's it, fuck my cock baby. Ride it! It's yours!" Mike spoke into my ears, the guttural sexy words pushing my arousal higher.

I could feel Mike swelling even more inside me, making the ride harder, tighter.

"Oh, oh!" I was moaning like a bitch in heat. 

"I'm coming, oh fuck yes, yes! Oh, oh, Fuuckk!!" I yelled into the room, throwing my head back as I shot my load between our bodies, my ass clamping tight like a vise around Mike's penetrating cock.

"Ohhhhh" Mike groaned as he too coated my insides with his steaming hot sperm.

Spent we fell to the bed, weak, sated and so much in love.

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