Gay Male Category suggestions: athletics, authoritarian
The Tailor
Ike couldn't help but stare through the window connecting his
office to the main lobby, gawking at the man leaning into the
teller's window. With his hands spread wide on the edge of
the counter, he bent over at the waist and shifted his hips
back in Ike's direction. Luckily for Ike, this was a view he
got to experience often in his day-to-day life.
Ike couldn't resist admiring the perfect set of legs
belonging to Jordan, another lender who worked in the office
next to his. Although he had only been the new manager for a
short time, Ike found himself eagerly looking forward to
these stolen glances at the gorgeous specimen of a man. Of
course, he made sure not to get caught in the act.
At that moment, Ike couldn't take his eyes off the man's rear
end, which was perfectly accentuated by the sleek black
cotton fabric hugging it. He often found himself lost in
daydreams about what might be hidden just beneath that mere
millimeter of fabric.
Jordan kept himself in shape, and it showed. With dirty blond
hair buzzed short on the sides and a neatly trimmed beard
that accentuated his strong jawline, he exuded an air of
confidence that was impossible for Ike to resist. His broad
shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, emphasizing his
well-defined muscles. There was an undeniable magnetism that
drew Ike toward him, like a moth to a flame. It wasn't just
the body, though. Whenever Jordan and Ike were together, it
was the man's charisma and presence that seemed to suffocate
Ike.
Whenever somebody particularly daring pointed out Jordan's
ripped physique he would tell them having the gym right next
door to the bank just made it too easy; he wasn't anybody
special. Ike, however, knew from experience that a body like
Jordan's didn't just come by chance. It was the result of
hard work and dedication, something that Ike admired greatly.
He often found himself wondering what it would be like to
have a body like that along with the discipline and drive
required to maintain it. If only, he wondered. For now, he
had to be content with watching Jordan from afar and admiring
his physical perfection.
Ike was noticeably smaller than Jordan in comparison, but he
was no string bean. He had worked diligently to drop from
over three hundred pounds to a lean two hundred and
twenty-five. He used to attend the gym regularly; before he
moved back to his hometown a year ago, that is. In fact, it
was Jordan who had convinced Ike to join the gym next door,
even going so far as to bring him along to lunch sessions
where they could work up a quick sweat before changing and
finishing out the day. In his professional attire, Jordan
caught most everybody's eye; however, seeing the man in an
athletic tank top and gym shorts was a feast for the eyes.
Even now, Jordan's thick back threatened to rip the thin,
peach oxford shirt at the seams. Struggling to find wear that
accommodated his chest and shoulders, Jordan resorted to
buying shirts that were two and even three times as big as
they should have been. To make matters worse, he clearly had
never visited a tailor before. After seeing for himself what
lay beneath in a steamy locker room, Ike found it shameful
that Jordan didn't feel the need to show off his full glory
at every second of the day. He could not have a waist larger
than thirty-four inches, but the doubly large shirt spilled
over and obscured his dense, muscle-bound core.
Ike found himself being consumed by fantasies again, igniting
a fire deep within his loins. Sitting at his desk, he could
feel his manhood start to thicken in response. He couldn't
help but imagine running his fingers through Jordan's hair,
feeling its softness beneath his touch. In his mind flashed
images of their bodies intertwining, their skin pressed
together in a coiling throng of passion. The view of that
thin black fabric gliding down Jordan's legs, revealing what
lay hidden beneath, made Ike's heart race.
As much as he yearned for Jordan, Ike knew he had to keep his
desires buried deep within himself. He knew their workplace
was not the appropriate setting to act upon such forbidden
longings. Not to mention the fact that Jordan was straight.
Ike had seen the consequences of workplace flings gone sour,
and he could not justify jeopardizing both of their jobs. He
turned his attention back to the email he had begun earlier
before eagerly checking the time. With a grin, Ike popped out
of his red leather rolling chair and sent it skittering with
a thudded against the back wall.
Jordan turned in surprise at the noise but broke out into a
wide smile when his gaze met Ike's.
"Are you ready for lunch?" Ike asked.
Jordan glanced down at the gold watch on his wrist. "Dang,
eleven already," he asked in shock. "Alright, let me grab my
bag."
He strode across the lobby and disappeared into his office as
Ike turned back into his own to grab his drawstring gym bag.
Slinging the sack over his shoulder, Ike exited the office
just in time to catch Jordan leaving. Ike's breath caught.
If the view of that man from the back was the opening act,
the showpiece just ten feet away from Ike completely stole
the show. Jordan's bulging crotch strained against the
zipper so much, it seemed to be actively pulling it down. Ike
stood entranced by the tight fabric straining against the
impressive package, revealing the undeniable outline of his
manhood. Ike's heart raced, his desires burning hotter than
ever before.
"Hey, bro," Jordan greeted him with a playful smirk, clearly
oblivious to the effect he had on Ike.
Ike forced himself to tear his gaze away from Jordan's
enticing bulge and smiled back. With his voice trembling
slightly, he asked "Ready to go to the gym?"
Ike stared into Jordan's green eyes, which gleamed like
polished jade in the sunlight streaming down through tall
skylights.
"Definitely," he said, "been looking forward to this all
morning, bro! Let's go."
As they made their way towards the gym next door, Ike
couldn't help but find his gaze again drawn to Jordan's
tantalizing physique like a magnet. The way his shoulders
rippled beneath his shirt, the powerful stride of his
legs--it was pure temptation. Every movement was a snapshot
of the full picture that Ike longed to uncover. The fabric of
Jordan's slacks clung to his body, highlighting the curves of
his perky rear and the toned muscles of his thighs and
calves. With each step, the fabric shifted and stretched,
giving Ike glimpses of his alluring figure. The walk was
blessedly short and after swiping them in, Jordan led the way
through the treadmills, headed towards the locker room.
Ike wondered sometimes if Jordan secretly knew what a tease
he was as the man confidently pushed open the door to the
men's locker room, his broad shoulders brushing against the
doorframe in passing. Ike followed closely behind, his heart
still pounding with anticipation. This wasn't the first time
they had undressed together, but for Ike walking into the
locker room with Jordan was like a child coming down the
stairs on Christmas morning.
The space was dimly lit by outdated can lights and divided
into three sections by rows of lockers made of dark blue
metal. They were alone. Jordan naturally sought out the
section in the very back, their usual spot, and threw his
duffel bag onto the wooden bench. Ike arrived close behind
and set his own bag down, tugging at the cinched closure and
pulling out his change of clothes.
Jordan kicked off his gleaming black dress shoes while he
began unbuttoning his shirt. He boldly faced Ike, who
couldn't help but steal whatever clandestine glances he
could. His eyes were hungry though and they lingered long
beyond what was acceptable. Jordan slipped his shirt over his
head, revealing two perfectly sculpted pecs that created a
valley between them, cast in deep shadow by the lighting
above.
As Ike's gaze travelled further south the sight of Jordan's
defined abs made his mouth go dry. He discreetly adjusted
himself in order to hide his growing arousal.
"New shirt," Ike asked in an attempt to get his mind focused
on something else. Jordan crumpled the button down before
dropping it on the bench and Ike had to stop himself from
noticeably wincing.
"Yeah dude. Angela got it for me from that big and tall store
downtown last weekend."
Ike fought to concentrate as Jordan stood back up and began
unfastening the button on his trousers. Ike's breath hitched
as Jordan tugged on the zipper, revealing a tantalizing
glimpse of his bulging crotch. As Jordan slid the slacks down
his thighs Ike gaped at how the fabric of his boxer-briefs
strained against the impressive package, threatening to burst
at the seams. Ike's heart pounded in his chest, his desires
reaching a fever pitch. He watched with rapt attention as
Jordan slowly lowered his pants further, exposing more and
more of his sculpted thighs. They slid down slowly, mere
seconds that felt like hours to Ike, before pooling around
Jordan's ankles.
Ike's gaze lingered on the tantalizing outline of Jordan's
bulge, now fully revealed in all its glory. The fabric of his
boxer briefs stretched tautly over the impressive length,
leaving little to the imagination. Ike could only guess at
its exact size, but he had a feeling it would be quite
substantial. As if sensing his thoughts, the bulging head
pushed insistently against the thin material, teasing and
tempting Ike with its potential.
They had both been doing this routine for months, and yet
Ike's mind still raced with a thousand forbidden fantasies as
he drank in the sight before him. The desire to reach out and
touch and taste overwhelmed him. He yearned to feel Jordan's
hard cock in his hand and to experience the weight of it
against his tongue. He wanted to give the man anything he
wanted.
Ike had never thought himself a submissive man, in fact he
had thus far been strictly a top. So when his blood boiled as
he imagined the intoxicating sensation of Jordan filling him
up and stretching him to his limits, it was a surprise even
to himself. So far Ike had successfully kept his desires in
check. So far they had remained colleagues, friends even, and
he couldn't risk ruining their relationship let alone
jeopardize their jobs.
Falling back to earth, Ike said, "Honestly, dude, it's crazy
that you can't find anything that'll fit you well enough."
Jordan caught Ike's eyes as he cocked his head. Raising an
eyebrow, he asked, "What do you mean? I fit in that one just
fine."
Looking at Jordan, Ike was reminded of a golden retriever his
family used to have when he was younger; except Jordan still
had his pants around his ankles.
He picked up Jordan's crumpled shirt and said, "I mean, it
fits fine on your shoulders, but look at all this extra
fabric," holding the shirt up at eye level, "these shirts
were made for guys who eat seven meals a day."
Jordan let out a hearty laugh and lowered his gaze back down
as he lifted his legs out of his pants. "Maybe you've got a
point."
Ike realized he had spent too much time admiring the view
instead of changing so he quickly set the shirt down, removed
his own, and started on his pants.
"Hey, what if I told you I could make your shirts fit better
by adding some darts," he suggested, pulling his zipper down.
"It's a pretty easy alteration." Growing up as the son of a
tailor Ike learned how to alter clothes at a young age and
now always made sure his outfits were perfectly fitted. He
was certainly going to look his best.
Jordan leaned in, curiosity etched on his face. "So what
exactly are darts?" Ike demonstrated with his hands, using
Jordan's bare chest as a visual aid. "It's when you fold and
stitch the fabric at the back and waistline to accommodate
broader shoulders and back, while eliminating extra fabric at
the bottom." Jordan's face lit up with satisfaction. "That's
absolutely spot on, bro."
A mixture of emotions rushed through Ike as he smiled, both
relieved and disappointed. It appeared that Jordan was
completely unaware of Ike's feelings. Was he truly just
focused on the practicality of altering his shirts? Did he
not feel the same tension that had been tying a knot in Ike's
throat? In an attempt to sound nonchalant, Ike offered, "I
could do it for you if you'd like. I've done it for all of
mine."
Jordan's face lit up with excitement as he nodded, "That
would be amazing, dude. I hate how my shirts always look so
loose on me."
"No problem at all. It should only take about half an hour,"
Ike replied, trying to hide the pounding of his heart that
Jordan could probably hear from across the room. He
continued, "Do you want to come over tonight?"
"Sure, let's just go to your place after work then," Jordan
said, focusing back on his clothes and putting on a pair of
bright green gym shorts and a sleek grey athletic shirt. Ike
was disappointed to see the curtains close on his peep show,
but quickly put on his own outfit and the two headed back out
onto the floor.
Ike found it difficult to focus in the gym that afternoon.
While not an unfamiliar struggle to him, this day was on a
whole new level. Every rep, every movement was accompanied by
the tantalizing image of Jordan's sculpted body. The beads of
sweat that slowly grew and trickled down his chest only added
to his allure. Ike couldn't deny the growing ache between his
legs and the throbbing need that was consuming his every
thought.
Oddly enough, it wasn't his own desire that consumed Ike's
thoughts, but the thought of fulfilling Jordan's most primal
need. As they moved from one exercise to another, Ike
couldn't help but steal glances at Jordan. His form was
impeccable as usual, his muscles flexing and straining with
each repetition. Sweat glistened on his skin, accentuating
every curve and contour of his body. It was a sight that both
tortured and delighted Ike.
The end of the day could not have come faster for him, but
when it finally did Ike hastily gathered his belongings. He
struggled to contain his excitement for the evening ahead. He
and Jordan had agreed to meet at Ike's apartment right after
they got off.
As he arrived home, Ike was met with a mix of nerves and
anticipation. He quickly tidied up his small living space,
making sure everything was in order just as a knock on the
door echoed through the room. It sent a shock of icy water
through Ike's veins. Opening the door, he was melted by the
warmth of Jordan's smile. His heart fluttered at the sight
of him, even if he came dressed in that frumpy button down.
"Thanks for having me over, man," Jordan said, his voice
chipper and filled with what seemed to be genuine gratitude.
"No problem at all," Ike said, grinning as he turned and led
the way up the steps to his main floor. Ike's place exuded a
minimalist vibe with its clean lines and simple furnishings.
"Feel free to get comfortable," he offered over his shoulder,
"You want a beer?"
"Sounds good, bro," Jordan remarked as he walked into the
living room and glanced around, taking in the apartment.
"Looks like a great spot."
Ike thanked Jordan while rummaging through the fridge,
pulling out two beers that had been sitting there for a
while. He didn't usually keep beer around, only saving it for
special occasions with company. He grabbed a bottle opener
from a drawer and opened the bottles with a satisfying clink,
then made his way over to where Jordan was standing on the
other side of the counter.
With a nod Jordan took the bottle and they both took a moment
to enjoy the first swig of the cold lager.
Ike looked into Jordan's eyes, which held his own, and they
both broke out in wry smiles together.
Breaking the silence, Ike gestured for Jordan to follow him
into his second bedroom, which had a small bed as well as a
sewing station set up on a desk in the corner. He turned on a
small lamp to provide light and then looked back at Jordan as
he entered.
"Let's start working on that shirt," Ike said, trying to
sound professional. Just like his father had. "First, we turn
it inside out."
"Sure thing, boss," Jordan replied with a crooked smile,
unbuttoning his shirt for the second time that day. With each
button undone, more of Ike's prized possession was revealed.
As Jordan reached behind his back to free his hands from the
cuffs, he maintained eye contact with Ike. His intense gaze
and glimmer in his green eyes no longer reminded Ike of a
playful golden retriever but instead a watchful cougar eyeing
its prey.
In the dim light of Ike's desk lamp, every one of Jordan's
muscles stood out against his body in sharp relief. Ike
couldn't help licking his lips as Jordan brought the shirt
around in front of them both and inverted the sleeves before
popping the collar and slipping his arms back through.
Jordan's rough hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt,
muttering under his breath as they were now facing inward,
making it harder to fasten. Ike's heart skipped a beat as he
watched the endearing struggle. Without a word, he closed the
gap between them and gently took Jordan's hands away.
Starting at the top, Ike skillfully guided each button
through its corresponding hole, relishing the feeling of
Jordan's chest and stomach against his hands. Despite the
countless hours they had spent together, this was the first
time Ike had been able to physically touch him.
Jordan started to object, but eventually he let his arms fall
to his sides. Neither of them seemed to have any reservations
about the dynamic that was forming between them, one of
submission and care. As he lowered himself down, his
fingertips grazed over the last button, just below Jordan's
navel and above his pants' waistband.
Ike was breathing Jordan's very air and the anticipation was
causing his blood to rush southward, clouding his mind with
thoughts of all the things he could do with this man standing
before him. Ike noticed that Jordan didn't flinch, even as
his hands travelled further down his stomach.
For reasons he couldn't understand, Ike couldn't bring
himself to meet the gaze of the man standing in front of him.
He didn't feel deserving of looking up at him, and yet this
was a crucial moment that he couldn't bear to let slip away.
He mustered his courage and spoke up with a brilliant plan,
"Maybe you should remove your belt; it seems to be causing
some...interference."
After a brief hesitation, Jordan flashed a smirk before
taking a step back and unfastening his belt. Ike couldn't
tear his eyes away as they met Jordan's intense gaze. He
could hear the sound of metal clinking and leather sliding as
the belt was removed and set down on the bed next to them.
Despite the distraction, Ike couldn't break his eye contact
with Jordan.
Jordan could see the challenge in Ike's gaze and he met it
with a confident look of his own. It was clear that Jordan
already knew the outcome of their match. They both knew that
what Ike had been secretly craving all this time was now
within his grasp. He just needed to put in a little more
effort.
Ike finally tore his eyes away and looked down at Jordan's
bulge, which seemed to have grown thicker since they started
their encounter. He locked eyes with Jordan again and said,
"I don't think the waistband of your pants is going to work
for this. You'll have to strip down to your underwear."
Jordan played along and left Ike mesmerized as he deftly
undid his pants and slid the zipper down. With a tug, they
slipped off his thighs and fell to the ground.
Jordan did not make a move to get them immediately. Both men
looked at the fabric down there for a moment before looking
back at each other.
"Could you give me a hand?" Jordan inquired, glancing down at
his ankles.
Ike was aware he was being put to the test. Although he
wasn't typically one to submit, he felt a primal instinct to
kneel and strip the man completely. At that moment, all he
wanted was to fulfill Jordan's desires. He could only hope
this wasn't some twisted prank.
Ike kneeled down until he was eye level with the man in front
of him, taking in the bulge of Jordan's boxers. He couldn't
help but admire the view as he studied Jordan's growing
member up close for a few moments. With a sigh, he tore his
gaze away and met Jordan's eyes, only to find him wearing
that familiar smirk again.
Ike felt a firm hand on his shoulder as Jordan leaned his
weight and lifted a foot, using Ike as a pedestal. Some kind
of chair. Ike's cheeks reddened as he felt the man bear more
of his weight on Ike's shoulder. Jordan lifted his right leg
up just enough for Ike to pull the pants away before
switching sides and freeing the left. After pulling the pants
away Jordan's hand relented, releasing Ike and and freeing
him to sit back. He was once again greeted by the soft
outline of Jordan's member, he could even spot the bulbous
head throb with every beat of Jordan's heart. It held Ike's
gaze like a moth to a flame. He could not help but drift
forward as he ached for its light.
Ike gazed up at Jordan's face, desperately seeking
permission. Jordan met his gaze with a mix of amusement and
pity, simply raising an eyebrow in response. Ike would need
to be more brave than that. He looked back down at Jordan's
manhood, which seemed to be growing from large to alarmingly
huge, and at last he could not hold himself back. A White-hot
fire burned Ike's skin where it touched Jordan's growing
erection. It flashed down his spine and settled deep in his
groin, in his very core. He also happened to notice the way
Jordan's breath shallowed, his chest rising and falling in
waves. The air crackled with tension.
Ike grasped the firmness underneath and his fingers stopped
trembling as he wrapped his palm around Jordan's cock. It
must have been at least nine inches, thick and hard against
his hand. He could feel the heat radiating from it, and it
pulsed with each beat of Jordan's heart.
Jordan let out a sharp breath and leaned into Ike's touch,
his eyes closing in satisfaction. Ike was mesmerized by the
sight, and he couldn't resist the urge to stroke him slowly,
feeling the hardness and weight of him in his hand. Jordan's
head fell back, exposing his long neck as he moaned softly.
His hips bucked forward instinctively, seeking more friction
from Ike's hand. Ike obliged, picking up the pace as he ran
his thumb over the head of Jordan's cock.
The room was filled with their heavy breathing and the sound
of fabric rustling as they moved against each other. Neither
man dared to break the spell until a low growl escaped
Jordan's lips and Ike looked up. He saw Jordan's half-lidded
eyes darkened with desire. The man wasn't even fully hard,
and Ike wondered if it was more than even he could handle,
especially since he was seeing it up close for the first
time. Still he felt it thickening.
It was Jordan that broke the silence.
"Alright," was all he said. It wasn't a question nor did he
need to say anything else. He had given Ike his permission.
Jordan made his message crystal clear as he stepped forward
expectantly, bringing his cock directly in front of Ike's
lips. Ike was initially shocked by the arrogance, the man
certainly knew what he wanted in that moment; or rather, he
knew what Ike wanted. Ike loved that.
Acting on instinct then he reached up, keeping his gaze
locked with Jordan's. He slipped his fingers under the
waistband of the boxers, his fingertips electrified as they
touched Jordan's waist. Ike's lips hovered dangerously close
to Jordan's cock, drawing closer Jordan's scent filled Ike's
nostrils--a mixture of sweat, musk, and the earthy smell of a
hard day's work.
Ike felt Jordan's hand on the back of his head, and in an
instant, his world darkened as he was shoved into Jordan's
crotch. The impact left his nose throbbing against Jordan's
pubic bone. Despite the discomfort of being controlled by
Jordan's grip though, Ike enjoyed the warmth emanating from
his captor's body. It fueled his own growing arousal. His
manhood strained against the slacks he had yet to take off.
Ike pressed Jordan's hips away and regained control just long
enough to pull his head away and pull the boxers down,
exposing Jordan in an instant. The fabric dropped to the
floor and Ike was faced with his fantasies becoming manifest.
Jordan kept his hair trimmed short, barely more than a
stubble, and the man's cock was a sight to behold--thick and
elegantly shaped, with a wide base that tapered in the middle
before thickening again at the top. The mushroom head was
almost too much for Ike to wrap his fingers around. Up that
close he could see every detail--the vein running along the
side, the slight curve towards the end, the glistening drop
of pre-cum at the tip. It was truly a monster--closer to ten
inches in Ike's estimation now. He swallowed at the thought
of what was about to happen to him.
Ike looked back at Jordan's face not looking for permission,
but in awe. Ike used a hand to lift the enormous cock as he
hesitantly parted his lips, slowly inviting Jordan's cock
into his mouth. The taste of salty skin mixed with the faint
tang of cum filled Ike's senses as he took Jordan in deeper.
Still Ike struggled to swirl his tongue around the mushroom
head before his mouth was filled. His jaw strained at the
thickness. Ike knew to try swallowing, pulling Jordan's
manhood deeper still. The moans that escaped Jordan's lips
only spurred Ike on, encouraging him to engulf him fully even
though his throat started to ache like it was being squeezed
by an invisible hand. Still it was a euphoria mixed with
sharp pain that Ike had never experienced before as his
throat struggled to accommodate Jordan's manhood.
While Ike instinctively took a deep breath before diving
down, his chest began to tighten. He began to withdraw, but
quickly felt Jordan's iron hand pushing him back down. He
pushed further even, causing Ike to gag and sputter, and
still he did not let go. Ike's chest felt like it was being
crushed from the inside out, the pressure causing his ribs to
ache and his muscles to tense up. It was as if he was being
strung up and hanged with barbed wire, every movement causing
sharp pain.
Just as Jordan's vision started to shrink Jordan finally
relented, pulling back and allowing Ike to breathe while
still keeping the tip at rest on Ike's tongue. Even though
Ike struggled for air he couldn't resist pleasuring Jordan
after just a few long breaths. He alternated between swirling
his tongue around the sensitive head, teasing and flicking,
before swallowing as much of the man's cock as he could. Ike
was assured he was driving Jordan to the brink of ecstasy by
the grunts that erupted from his throat, which were raw and
guttural. His hands gripped Ike's scalp tightly, guiding him
and setting the pace. As he quickened, he shoved himself
deeper and deeper down Ike's throat until his nose once again
smashed against his pubic bone. For Ike, the pain of having
his throat stretched so roughly brought tears streaming down
his face; and yet, he still welcomed it. For Ike this was the
price he paid for the opportunity to be of service.
The room filled with wet and desperate moans as Ike struggled
against Jordan's monstrous erection. In its cruelty, it grew
so thick that Ike couldn't even wrap a fist around its girth
now if he tried. Still Jordan showed no mercy for Ike's
throat, treating him as his own fleshlight. He thrust harder
and faster while he held Ike's head in place, who gulped
between thrusts like a drowning man. Ike's reflexes got the
best of him as he gagged, coughed, and desperately tried to
push Jordan away.
He was no match for a man who could bench 315 pounds with
ease though; his head didn't budge.
Ike tried his best to adjust and began taking deep breaths
through his nostrils, inhaling much-needed oxygen while also
allowing him to better accommodate the man's member.
Jordan's massive erection filled Ike's throat once again,
causing him to struggle for air, seeing stars again. Despite
his discomfort, Ike told himself that Jordan wouldn't let any
real harm come to him. As he began to drift out of
consciousness, he felt relief as his throat fully relaxed.
Time itself slowed. Waves of satisfaction washed over Ike as
he realized he had successfully taken Jordan's entirety.
Jordan let out a deep sigh of pleasure, arching his back to
fully expose his cock.
At the last moment, Jordan released Ike's head, who threw
himself back on his heels. The sound of Ike's explosive
inhales and coughing filled the room. He coughed and spit and
took deep, violent breaths before finally looking back up at
Jordan. The man simply smirked, his chest heaving with a mix
of desire and dominance. He took a step closer to Ike, his
hardened length still throbbing with need. Ike realized that
he would be getting much of a break.
"Impressive" Jordan said, then chuckled. His voice was laced
with a hint of smug satisfaction. Ike's eyes burst wide open,
scared, pleading. "You certainly know how to handle a
challenge."
Ike had a sense that Jordan looked through the fear in his
eyes, looking directly into the raw need that consumed him.
He also had a sense that Jordan loved knowing that he had
this effect on Ike; that he could push him to the edge and
still leave him wanting more. Ike couldn't deny the rush of
satisfaction he felt in the hopelessness of their moment
either. There was something about Jordan's commanding
presence that made him crave more, to crave his approval.
Ike's mouth set in conviction, if he really wanted Jordan's
approval, he was going to have to show it.
Ike sat back up on his knees and stared fiercely into
Jordan's eyes as he opened his mouth expectantly, waiting.
Jordan wasted no time in returning his throbbing head to
Ike's lips. If Jordan had been challenging Ike before, he was
sure that Jordan was going to try to break him this time.
Ike felt a familiar clamping pressure as Jordan grabbed his
head, a pain Ike noticed initially but knew was incomparable
to what was about to happen. Jordan forced his cock down
Ike's throat and held it there while he struggled fiercely to
take it. Ike initially choked and fought, but as Jordan kept
him pinned, he began to adapt to the feeling. Ike discovered
that if he let go and released any tension in his throat
muscles, the agony settled to a dull ache, which would have
to do.
He forced himself to relax and give Jordan complete control.
Ike felt his throat loosen more, eliciting a rumbling sigh
from Jordan's chest. It vibrated down his core, down his
cock, and settled into Ike's chest.
It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
Jordan slowly pulled back, again just far enough to keep his
head in Ike's mouth, before thrusting back in. Again, Ike
gagged, but Jordan did not stay this time. He retreated and
began thrusting his member deep inside Ike again and again,
gaining speed with each push. The wet, sloppy sounds of Ike's
throat being abused filled the room, echoing off the walls.
His head bobbed back and forth, meeting Jordan's thrusts with
a desperate hunger. The sheer force of Jordan's relentless
pounding sent shockwaves of pleasure through Ike's body, his
arousal threatening to burst with each deep, powerful thrust.
Jordan's moans grew rougher and more urgent, his cock sliding
effortlessly down Ike's throat. After a few minutes of abuse,
Ike could feel the tension building in Jordan's body as his
balls pulled close, he could sense the need for release was
becoming unbearable for the man.
Jordan pushed himself even harder, thrusting into Ike's
throat like a piston.
Ike could feel himself teetering on the edge himself, even
though his own cock remained trapped behind a zipper. Every
plunge of Jordan's cock pushed him closer to his own
precipice, his moans only muffled by the hardness filling his
mouth. Ike's body arched with anticipation as he felt
Jordan's member throb and pulse against his tongue. The taste
of pre-cum mingled with the salty tang of skin and slicked
his tongue. Ike pulled in a deep breath and with one final,
forceful thrust, Jordan buried himself deep within Ike's
throat, his body tensing as he released inside Ike with a
guttural cry. Ike swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of
Jordan's climax as it flooded his mouth.
Each surge of pleasure that coursed through Jordan's body was
accompanied by a forceful thrust of his cock inside Ike.
Overwhelmed and unable to swallow it all, he sputtered,
causing the cum to spill from the corners of his mouth. Ike's
nose burned as the cum leaked from there as well.
Even though it was embarrassing it only fueled Ike's own
arousal, his neglected erection throbbing as he used both
hands to pull Jordan deeper inside him. Ike only wished he
could get more of the man inside him.
As Jordan's release subsided, he slowly withdrew from Ike's
mouth, allowing him to catch his breath at last. The room was
heavy with the scent of sex, and the sound of their labored
breaths filled the air.
Ike was probably quite a spectacle, on his knees with his
head thrown back, panting for breath. The traces of spit and
semen running down the corners of his mouth only added to the
disheveled image. He sneezed cum into a hand and wiped it on
his dress slacks. Still he marveled in a job well done as he
basked in the sensation of warmth and fulfillment. He
couldn't resist taking his time to savor the taste of warm
cum that coated his mouth and slid down his throat.
Ike gazed up at the man who had just used him, with his eyes
wide and seeking approval. Jordan reached down and gently
patted Ike's cheek.
"Good boy," he said with the kind smile that Ike was used to
seeing everyday.
His had stayed on Ike's cheek as Jordan used his thumb to
wipe the cum off Ike's mouth. He brought it up to his own
lips and casually licked it off before turning and collapsing
on the bed. His cock finally seemed to yield and softened as
he lay there. Wavy reflections of the desk lamp glistened on
the perspiration of Jordan's chest as it heaved. Eventually
He lifted his toward Ike, who sat like a patient dog, still
trying to take in everything that had just happened.
Jordan's eyes flicked down to his cock and looked back at Ike
before asking, "Would you like to clean this up for me?"
He laid his head back down on the bed, waiting. Ike got the
sense he wasn't really asking so he slowly crawled between
Jordan's legs. His body already felt sore but he was still
filled with a rush of anticipation and excitement. He also
felt the ache in his own neglected cock, throbbing with need.
Ike reached out and gently grasped Jordan's softening member,
gently lifting it from where it had been resting against his
balls. It still felt warm with a slight stickiness from their
earlier encounter. As Ike leaned in and licked up the
remaining traces of cum, his taste buds came alive with the
intense flavor. The saltiness of Jordan's essence, mixed with
the heady musk and warmth of Jordan's lap, sent a shiver down
Ike's spine.
Ike's tongue continued to swirl and tease around Jordan's
member, causing it to once again grow harder under his touch.
A warmth of pleasure and satisfaction radiated through Ike at
Jordan's response. Ike prepared to begin servicing Jordan
again when he felt a hand rest upon his own. Ike looked up
with his brow furrowed, concerned.
"Let's pause for now," Jordan said, waiting for Ike to let go
before sitting up. "How about I grab our beers while you
finish up with my shirt," He continued as he stood up and
slid past Ike's kneeling figure, again not asking a question.
Despite feeling embarrassed and disappointed, then
embarrassed even more because he felt disappointed at losing
a second chance at Jordan's cock. Ike felt a blossom of hope
as Jordan stopped in the doorway and turned back with a
mischievous grin. Looking pointedly at Ike's seemingly
permanent bulge, he said, "then maybe after that we can take
care of you."
I hope you've enjoyed the story. Thank you.- Storm Cleaver