As he sat across from dwayne at dinner that Saturday night, Dave was confused. He didn't understand, couldn't figure out, why he felt so totally enamored with this boy. dwayne was cute, that was for sure. And Dave always went for men who were taller than he was: there was something so "satisfying" about dominating someone taller than he was, and there weren't many men who were taller than dwayne was, But he also was a snob, and he knew it. dwayne had less ambition than anyone he had ever "dated." He majored in Russian, but didn't care to speak it or to read it, worked as what Dave would have called a "ribbon clerk," and his ambition was to own a comic store. Sitting in one of Dave's favorite Italian restaurants, dwayne had asked for spaghetti and meatballs, because he was surprised they weren't on the menu. Dave called over the waiter and asked him in Italian if they could make an exception. They did. dwayne then cut his spaghetti with a knife and spooned it up. As he drank Diet Coke and declined to taste Dave's wine. And all sophisticate Dave could think about was how much fun it was going to be to have this boy underneath him that night, how good it was gonna feel to take his ass, and then all the other things he had in mind: the thought of leading dwayne on a leash, bound, wearing nothing but a leather vest and shorts flashed through his mind. So did coming home to dwayne bound and gagged in a chair, and so many other things.
"You're off in outer space. Is everything ok?" dwayne's deep voice broke Dave out of his reverie. "OH, sorry. I was thinking about something having to do with work, and I just got lost. My bad. How's your pasta." "It's fine. They don't cook it enough though. Is yours ok?" Dave shook his head. "It's good. It's the way I like it. You sure you don't want to try the truffles?" "Don't those things grow underground, like beets? I hate beets. I'll probably hate those too." What was it? Dave had absolutely no idea. "He's such a fucking fox," was all he could think.. Actually, he also began thinking about how good it was going to feel, to have his cock in this sexy man. Soon. Dave wasn't much of a dessert eater, but Dwayne was. Chocolate: the chocolate budino. Dave laughed. "You're gonna have to brush your teeth, dwayne. They look like, well... not attractive." dwayne gave a wry smile and took a big drink of diet coke. He knew that the diet coke was driving Dave insane. He, too, was thinking about what was going to happen. He was also wondering about this sophisticate: he made money, he drank wine at dinner, spoke Italian to the staff, and ate those... well, whatever they were. And he wanted to sleep with him: Dave wanted to sleep with HIM? He didn't understand. He didn't attract guys of this quality. When the spoon for the budino hit the bowl, indicating metal on glass, dwayne saw the almost feral smile on Dave's face. "You ready to go home, studmuffin?" dwayne felt Dave's foot run up his shin, and he almost jumped. "Yes sir," he almost whispered.
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Dave decided to give it a try, and he interlocked his fingers in dwayne's hand as they walked back to his place. When dwayne tried to pull away, he tightened his grip. "No you don't sexy. I worked hard to get you where we are, and you don't get away that easily." He heard a sigh come out of dwayne, followed by a "yes sir." Dave stopped and looked at dwayne. "You know, I'm exercising a lot of restraint by not kissing you under the moon, dwayne. You should just know that. " He stared into dwayne's fast. dwayne said nothing for a while, just stared back, before he said, meekly: "I understand Sir." Dave lowered his voice. "We're almost home. It'll be fine." And as they walked: did he feel dwayne squeeze his hand back? Hard to tell.
In the elevator, Dave wrapped his arm around dwayne's middle. He whispered: "I wish I were taller, so I could get more of my tongue in your ear." He laughed. "I guess I'll just have to get you horizontal." "Wasn't that your plan all along?" dwayne answered, as he felt the smallest tip of Dave's tongue. "Part 1" Dave laughed. They were at the floor. Just as they were getting out, Dave gently but firmly took dwayne's wrists, and put them behind his back. He got no resistance. Nor did dwayne flinch when, as they entered the apartment, Dave put his hand on his ass. "You need the bathroom, dwaynebow?" "Yes sir. Just a short one." Dave took off his jacket, hung it, and sat down on the sofa. When dwayne came out of the bathroom, he patted the seat next to him. "Here, handsome. I'm waiting for you." "Yes sir," dwayne felt a little sick. He didn't know what to do. None of his "dates," the few that he had had, had gone this way. Dave draped his arm around dwayne's shoulders - his "wings" he called them, and pulled him closer. "You have a good time tonight, handsome? " he asked, just before he kissed dwayne's lips. "Yes sir. A very good time.. mmmmmm" Dave had pried those lips open, and had begun frenching dwayne. The kissing was getting dwayne excited, and he pushed closer. He tried to encourage Dave to get his knee up on his crotch. It didn't take much. dwayne was wearing corduroys, and the rubbing of Dave's knee was .... more than exciting him. Dave smiled as he broke the kiss. "Bedroom dwaynebow. " "Should I undress Sir?" "Nah. I'll take care of that." Dave took dwayne's hand and led him into the bedroom. "On your back. Nice and soft, so I can see you." Dave climbed on top of dwayne, and put his glasses over on the side table. "DAMN SEXY DWAYNE. I wish I could get you out of those glasses. You go from cute to stud. MMMMMMMM" His tongue went into dwayne's mouth again, and then.... his chin with his stubble, found dwayne's neck. He heard dwayne gasp, as he began scraping back and forth. "SIR. OOOOOOOOOH. SIR. But NO. NO SIR. You'll.. you'll give me a ..." Dave laughed. "That's my intent sexy. It's a sign that says 'hands off boys. He's MINE. GRRRRRRRRRRR" dwayne protested, but he didn't mean it. "He's MINE." GOD that was sexy. GOD was it a turn on. He squirmed under Dave, and that seemed to get Dave even more riled up. He opened dwayne's button down, and his beard went to dwayne's nipples, his belly. And then his navel, and dwayne bucked so hard, he nearly knocked Dave to the floor. "WHOA stud. I guess I'll have to tie you down if I do that again." dwayne didn't say anything. Dave asked. "You want me to tie you up, dwayne." dwayne licked his lips. "I want you to do anything you want Sir. " Dave smiled. "I want your ass." He saw the look on dwayne's face. "It's going to happen, dwaynebow, so...." dwayne sighed a lot and there was another one. "yes sir." Dave pulled off his shoes, and commented on how big dwayne's feet were. "OH, now I have ANOTHER idea. Get you hogtied, tickle these feet. Maybe gag you." dwayne felt his cock get even harder. It showed when Dave got his pants off, and then pulled off dwaynes superman briefs. When Dave turned away to put them on a chair, he smiled. "superman briefs. WHAT am I getting myself into?" Then he answered. "A stunning guy's ass, that's what." He got his own clothes off, and then he looked at dwayne. He made a joke. "If I push your legs all the way up, you'll damage the lamp, so just bend your knees. " "Yes sir. Please be gentle. Please." Dave didn't answer. He had NO intention of being gentle. He had waited for this for nearly a month. He DID pick up some lube to make the first time easier. He greased his cock. Then he pressed a lubed thumb to dwayne's ass, and he heard dwayne whimper. "You're ready stud. You're ready." He began to slide in. dwayne's ass hadn't been penetrated by other than a sex toy in a while. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. He closed his eyes. He imagined himself in a superhero costume, tied down: he put his arms to his side as if he were , and about to be taken by the villain who had figured out that his neck was his secret weakness. "OH, you just opened up, dwaynebow. Just like my rose of the north." Dave pressed in and dwayne moaned loudly. "OH FUCK. OH FUCK. TAKE ME CONQUEROR TAKE ME." The "conqueror" wasn't intended, but Dave heard it and made a mental note as he began the sliding back and forth. "GOD your ass is WONDERFUL tall man. JUST FUCKING WONDERFUL. Worth the wait." Dave was panting and sweating, and dwayne got into the feeling of his piledriver of a cock. No, he wasn't being gentle, and dwayne was glad. "This ASS!!!! THIS FUCKING ASS!!!!! It's..... MINE!!!!!" dwayne felt the jizz filling him and he moaned again. GOD he had missed that feeling. Almost as much as he missed the feeling of Dave pressing his lips to his forehead, and his own lips when he was done. "You okay, babe?" "Yes sir. It was wonderful. Thank you." "Not done yet my studmuffin." Dave ran a hand over dwayne's hard cock. dwayne quivered and then.... "DAMN. You wanted it more than I did. Ha ha ha. Now I know you try to fake me out." "No more Sir. I promise." Dave lay down next to dwayne and pulled him in. "You're not hurting are you boy?" "Only a little Sir. It's a good hurt. " "Just a warning. I may want more in the middle of the night." "Then take it Sir."
They got to sleep. Dave DID want more, but it wasn't until the morning. And with his stubble even longer... dwayne WAS going to wear the mark of a "love bite" to church. The second time was easier, and as much fun. When Dave kissed him this time, he said: "Just be ready for some afternoon delight before church. I'll be hard again. And that mouth of yours... it's awful soft. And I just wonder how good you'll do with your ass tied up." "I'll do my best Sir." dwayne didn't cum after the second time, and he was eager: he was going to have more sex this weekend than he had in the last three months. "Don't fuck it up" he told himself, not knowing that Dave was doing the same thing.