Dangerously Happy (37 page)

“
David.” I was surprised he answered me. His voice was choked, as if he were about to cry.

“
You were so nervous and sweet with each other. I couldn’t resist following the two of you back to town. I couldn’t resist waiting around the next day, hoping to see you again. Hoping to follow the two of you to the woods, to watch your romance unfold. But that day, you and David didn’t go to the woods. You just went a few blocks together, and then I saw you arguing. You argued for a long time, and then David ran off. I guess he told you he didn’t want to be your boyfriend anymore, because the two of you weren’t together again after that. And a couple days later, you were gone.

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I kept tabs on you though. Not because I planned on doing this all along. I just wanted to watch you, because you’re so beautiful. Because you’re at this exciting moment, about to love for the first time. But I think that boy hurt you too much. You haven’t let yourself fall for anyone since him. Have you?”

A long silence.

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Answer me,” I said in that voice I didn't recognize, that almost made me feel, strangely, like I really was someone else.

A tentative, nervous little, ’No.”

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No one even knows about you, do they? You haven’t told anyone you’re gay.”

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No.” Falling in line with my story. His altered biography.

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That afternoon of kissing, of wanting each other so much but not giving in to the need to touch each other, not giving in to the need to be touched, that was the only time you’ve been with another man?”

He was quiet. Just trembling, breathing fast and shallow.

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No other kisses.” I leaned in, careful not to let any part of myself brush against him, his bare, radiant skin. I put my mouth close to his ear and saw him flinch at the feel of my breath on his face. “You must have been aching for so long for another kiss. Aching to touch somebody. Aching to be touched.” I shifted, brought my mouth over to his other ear, moving slowly, letting him feel my breath on his lips for a moment before I whispered, “I’ve been wanting this for all that time since I first saw you.”

My resolve almost broke, because more than anything, he looked sad, and I wasn’t sure if it was that I was making him remember such painful things, or whether instead of feeling like a gift, the fantasy of changing what his first time had been was just cruel. But he didn’t call it off. And he was starting to get hard. So I kept going.

I said, “Don’t be scared.” Then I started to undress. Knowing he could hear as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it onto the couch, as I unzipped my pants and slid them off was as arousing as doing a strip tease, especially because his cock was still swelling and rising.

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You know I’m going to fuck you,” I said in my quiet stranger’s voice, “and you’re getting hard, waiting for it.”

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Take off the blindfold,” he said, his voice tight.

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No.”

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I want to see you. Please.” He sounded so nervous.

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No.”

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How old are you?”

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Too old for you.”

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I still want to see you.”

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Ssshhh.”

He didn’t ask again. I went still again, breathing softly, careful to make no sound at all, and watched him start to pant again, the muscles in his arms bulging, his abdomen going taut as he strained against the rope and cuffs. Finally, after watching him wait, making myself wait an eternity, I reached forward, brought my hand close, and pressed it lightly to his chest, just over his rapidly thumping heart. He froze and stopped breathing.

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It’s alright.” It still startled me, the way saying these things got me harder. “I promise I’m going to touch you gently. Make love to you gently. I want your first time to be special.” His body stayed rigid, but he started breathing again. Shallow, nervous panting. I moved my hand over his smooth, warm, damp skin, across his chest, and he shuddered under my touch. “See how softly I’m touching you?” He was still panting, but his cock was perfectly hard. I avoided his nipples, and drew my hands slowly down his torso, over his taut, quivering abdomen, then with on finger I lightly traced the border of his pubic hair, but without touching his cock.

“
You’re hard,” I said, and I think he actually blushed. Maybe he was just very, very good at this, playing his role. But I think it was sincere. Out of his control. “I’m hard, too.”

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Untie me. Please.” Quiet. Desperate.

I didn’t answer him. I didn’t untie him. I took my hands from his body and went still. Maybe it was a kind of punishment, denying him the pleasure of that caress, making him a little more afraid again because when I was still and quiet, not touching him, he came untethered again, started panicking again, breathing erratically, his body straining and struggling almost involuntarily against being bound. When I did move, when I did touch him, I circled around behind him, ran my hands slowly, lightly but possessively down his back, to his ass. He stopped struggling with the restraints and went still, forgetting to breathe as I molded my hands against his taut flesh, caressing his muscular ass, learning, memorizing his shape, his contours.

“
So beautiful,” I sighed, then came around to face him again. “You’re still scared.”

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Yes.”

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But you’re hard. Perfectly hard. Is that because you need to be touched?”

No answer.

I told him, “I’m going to touch you, now.”

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Wait. Please wait.” His plea was so desperate, I halted my hand midair. “Please don’t do it like this. Untie me first. Please.” God, he sounded so earnest, so frightened. But no safe word.

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Don’t be scared. I’m going to touch you gently.”

I brought my fingertips to the engorged head of his cock and lightly encircled it. He stiffened and whimpered and said plaintively, “Please don’t hurt me.”

God, it broke my heart. God, it aroused me. “I won’t hurt you, beauty. I promise.”

Using just my fingertips, keeping my touch light, I caressed the length of his still rock-hard cock. Fuck, the way he was trembling, the way he was panting, each breath almost a sigh, I had to will myself to go slowly, to take my time when I was aching to plunge into a kiss, into a frenzied needful fuck. When I caressed his balls he shuddered and whimpered, and when I began slowly, gently caressing his cock, his breathing altered, swelled up with pleasure and need.

“
See how nice it is to be touched?” I said, my own, strange voice, the cruelty of those tender words driving a little thrill through me.

Then he said, “Please untie me. My shoulders hurt.”

I’d anticipated that, although I’d also thought that he might just be masochistic about it, and bear his discomfort, his pain in silence. “I’ll let you put your arms down. But first you have to do something for me.”

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What?”

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I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me as deeply and tenderly as you kissed that boy in the woods.” I brought my mouth close to his, and he made a fretful little noise when he felt my breath on his lips. “Will you do that?”

He didn’t answer. I touched my lips to his, very lightly at first. He didn’t recoil, he didn’t respond, he just held himself still, stiff and not breathing. I gave him a soft little kiss. Just the faintest press of lips. Then, when I touched his lips with my tongue he whimpered. I sank my fingers into his hair and with both hands held him as I pushed my tongue between his lips and kissed him.

“
Do you want me to let your arms down?”

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Yes.”

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Then give me a nice kiss. Let me feel the want that’s making your dick so hard.”

I put my mouth to his again. Trembling, breathing hard and fast, he pressed his lips to mine, touched my tongue with his, shyly, tentatively at first, then little by little he succumbed to a slow, deep kiss, the air filling with those little wet sounds, the sound of our breaths, my sighs, his whimpers as our kiss got hungrier, more desperate. When I took my mouth from his, he was panting.

“
Fuck, you’re delicious,” I sighed, half forgetting to change my voice. I stepped around behind him, unhooked the cuffs from the rope overhead, and not giving him a chance to realize or fight it, drew them down behind his back and hooked them together.

“
I thought you were going to untie me.”

My stranger’s voice. “I didn’t say that. I said I’d let you put your arms down. Now be good, and get down on your knees.”

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Why?” He still sounded so nervous, upset, even, and I still wasn’t sure if he was playing a part, or if his mind was half caught in his real, dark memories.

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Because the idea of seeing you naked, on your knees in front of me excites me. Are you going to do what I tell you? Or are you going to make me force you down onto your knees?” He knelt. I don’t know why that moment was so fucking erotic, his hands bound behind him, his eyes blindfolded, the way those two things, and his fear, made him—usually so graceful—struggle with keeping his balance as he sank down. He looked so incredibly submissive. Obedient. Helpless. And God, it had me terribly, painfully hard. That still surprised me. “Now, open your knees. Spread your legs for me.”

Breathing hard, he did it. God, with his arms bound behind him like that, his flushed, swollen cock and balls looked incredibly vulnerable as his thighs opened, as he sat there, his sleek belly rising and falling, rising and falling, panicked little gasps for air.

“
You’re beautiful cock is still hard. Do you like it? Being bound and stripped and forced to let me look at you and kiss you and touch you?”

He didn’t answer, but I swear to God his cock twitched and flushed a shade deeper.

“
My cock is hard, too.” I told him.

Escalation of panicked breath.

“
Have you ever kissed a man’s cock before?”

No answer.

“
No?”

Silence.

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That’s alright, sweet. I’ll teach you.” More than the words, the sound of me coming toward him made him suddenly stiffen. “Don’t be so nervous, sweet. We’ll do this gently, too. And I know you’ll be as gentle with me, as you want me to be with you, hmmm?”

Another strange, dark thrill, moving in close to him, helplessly bound and kneeling, bringing my hard cock close to his face, holding my member in one hand, laying my free hand lightly on his head, relishing the sensation of his warm, soft hair against my skin, the way he shuddered under that gentle touch, then brushed my inflamed, engorged crown lightly across his lips, making him clench his jaw.

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You’ve seen it in porns. You know what to do. Take your time, but do it nicely.”

He hesitated, but finally his lips softened, touched, kissed, mouthed, and just moments after he’d engulfed my cock in his hot wet mouth he had me quivering. I dug my fingers into the humid warmth of his thick, soft hair and pulled him to me, driving my full length into his mouth and throat. Even though I know Xavier had routinely done that to him, much more roughly and with his much bigger dick, Dario stiffened and whimpered as I started slowly, gently fucking his mouth. But even so, he started in with that incredible swirling, tonguing suction that was his special talent.

“
That’s good, sweet.” It was hard to even talk, much less keep up my fake voice. “You’re going to make me come.” I said it simply, offered it like a dull little bit of data, which weirdly piqued the thrill of it all, along with the fucking hot-as-hell sight of his massive erection, so ruddy and turgid, pointing up at his slurping, sucking mouth wrapped around my cock as I drove it into his throat in long, slow, deep strokes, now and then withdrawing until only the tip was still in his mouth, letting him work over it with his lips and tongue, nursing, sucking, slurping, before I pulled him onto my shaft and worked my entire throbbing length across his writhing tongue and nudged the crown back into his throat.