Are You Lonely? Ch. 02

"So you are not opposed to posing naked for them, it's simply a 'performance' problem you're worried about, right?"

"I guess you could say that," I admitted.

"What if I told you I could give you something to make you totally relaxed and uninhibited?" he asked.

"You mean a pill or something?"

"Sure, a pill or something...you will be so relaxed you won't even know that you're posing for a camera...I can put you in a trance-like condition and you will be ready and willing to follow whatever suggestions I make...the only memories you will have of it will be in the form of dreams...."

That sure sounds familiar, I thought.

"It will be your very first 'modeling' job...yes, you'll be paid for posing for me -- you will become a 'professional model' -- this 'job' could very likely lead to another one and another after that...how exciting is that?"

I sure could use the money, I thought. Moving here has put a serious hurt on my savings.

"Well, uh, okay...does the pill have any side-effects?" I asked him.

"You won't feel a thing," he reassured me.

I was finished cleaning the kitchen. When he took my hand my heart was pounding so hard I thought I could hear it.

He suddenly stopped before we entered the studio. He took me in his arms and held me close.

I gazed into his rich, brown eyes and felt my nerves calm.

"Are you lonely?" he asked.

I said, "I am never lonely when I'm with you."

**

My headache the next day told me I'd had more of the green fairy than normal.

Ha-ha, yes, I'd read online the nickname for absinthe is 'The Green Fairy' although I never saw an explanation for why it is called that. I can attest though, while 'The Green Fairy' sounds innocent enough, too much of it sure can make you wonder what the heck you did the night before.

I stumbled to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Wild thoughts and dreams flashed thru my head. They all had one thing in common: brilliantly bright lights.

By the time I finished my business, my prick was hard and throbbing. I was mid-step into returning to bed when I suddenly remembered something and opened the medicine cabinet.

There it was on the top shelf -- 'my best friend'...I took it out, found the coconut-scented oil and quickly flopped down on the bed.

I stared at the penis-like tube for a moment briefly wondering why I had a long and slender dildo...oh yeah, now I remember -- it has brought me great joy and explosive orgasms...I guess I've used it for such a long time it has become second nature to me.

I placed the flared head to my lips and sucked in as much of the dildo as I could. My tongue licked and lathered the fake cock until it was sufficiently wet.

When I took the dildo out of my mouth, I coated the tip and much of the shaft with the oil. I lifted my legs and hooked the crook of my right arm behind my right knee and pulled it open wider. I was able to hold open my leg with my arm while grasping the dildo with my hand.

I gingerly pressed the tip of the dildo against my anus. I flinched from the minor aching sensation. I guessed my 'boypussy' was still sensitive from last night.

I slowly worked the fake cock inside my asshole -- no, no, remember Joan, I mean John - 'men have assholes -- boys like you have pussies!'

I felt the walls of my pussy stretch open around the dildo. When I worked it deep enough, my pussy felt so full it was like I had to take a crap, but I knew that wasn't the case.

I paused to catch my breath then slowly worked it out until the tip was still inside me then pushed it back deep until the head banged against my prostate.

"OHHH...." I exclaimed.

I found my lavender shorts beside me and wrapped the nylon around my prick and began jerking-off with force and purpose.

My hands found a coordinated rhythm. I stroked the nylon rapidly up and down my pulsating prick while I rammed the dildo into me harder and faster.

Every time the head of the fake cock struck my prostate sparks of electricity shot thru my brain. I could feel my balls swell as big as plums and was soon totally lost in the sensations I was giving myself.

I heard a constant stream of animal-like sounds in my small room. I was so consumed with excitement, I didn't even know those noises were coming from deep within my throat.

With one final, particularly brutal thrust of the dildo against my prostate, I shouted out loud as rope after rope of sperm and semen exploded from my balls and filled the nylon shorts.

**

At 3:59, I opened my apartment door and crossed the hallway. I didn't have an erection this time so I wasn't nearly as self-conscious about wearing only the tiny, tight white gym shorts as before.

David opened his door and boldly glanced at my crotch and instantly smiled at me. Inside his place I fell into his arms. He held me close and we passionately kissed.

"I missed you," he said.

My heart melted and I kissed him with such fervor my prick began to stiffen.

"I missed you, too," I said breathlessly.

There was already a glass of the 'green fairy' on the coffee table. We sat side-by-side, our legs pressed against each other.

"Did you masturbate, sweetie?" he asked me.

We had become so close, our conversations so intimate, his question didn't faze me at all.

"Yes, I masturbated then took a long bubble bath," I said.

"Good boy...did you use your 'best friend' in your pussy?"

"Yes, I shoved my best friend in-and-out of my pussy until I came in my shorts," I said to him unashamedly.

"What a good boy you are," he said like a parent praising a child for taking their first boom-boom into a toilet.

We chatted until our drinks were gone, and when I returned from the kitchen with full glasses he said, "The client is extremely pleased with the photos and the video...the money on the table is your modeling fee."

I hadn't noticed the money when I came inside. There were two, hundred-dollar bills laying on the table.

"Oh my," I exclaimed. "That is really going to help!"

"That will be your standard fee whenever you model 'personal requests' for me," he said.

"That's great!" I replied.

"Would you like to see the photos and video I sent him?" he asked.

A sudden chill raced up my spine.

"I, uh, I'm not sure," I said hesitantly.

"Joanie, we talked about this...there is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about -- it's the kind of boy you really are...you should be proud of yourself for finally coming out of your shell and being who you are!"

His words were so soothing I said, "I guess you're right...like you said, 'It's the kind of boy I really am."

He chuckled and reached for the remote on the table.

The first image appeared on the sixty-inch big screen on the wall across from us. It was me standing with hands on hips smiling at the camera. A very noticeable bulge tented out the crotch of my lavender shorts.

He clicked the remote and photo after photo was displayed on the big screen. It seemed to me the bulge in my shorts was the main focus of each photo.

"Now those were the ones we shot before dinner, if you remember. Are you ready to see the ones we took after dinner -- the ones you probably won't remember?" he asked.

"I don't know," I honestly told him. "I guess so...."

"Why don't you sit on my lap facing the television," he said.

"Oh, okay," I answered feeling a sudden rush of joy fill my heart.

Sitting on his lap was rather comforting. He pulled me backwards until I was resting against his chest. He held the remote in one hand while he lightly caressed my bare chest with the other.

The next photo showed my hand inside the shorts obviously holding my hard prick. The next photo was my two hands gripping the waistband and the next photo was of me standing with my shorts above my knees, my naked erection exposed for all the world to see.

In the next one, I had my hand wrapped around my boner...the next one showed my shorts on the floor. The next few shots were of me on the bed in various poses. The last one was of me on all-fours, my hands behind me prying apart my buttocks...the camera showing a close-up of my little brown, puckered anus, oh my....

"Arab men love to see a white boys tight fuckhole," he casually remarked.

"Oh my..." was all I could say.

By this time my prick had hardened and was straining against the nylon fabric. I could feel David's hard cock on my buttocks. I shifted my weight trying to avoid his erection but he not only held me still, but seemed to grind his crotch up into my butt.

"Okay, those are the photos..." he announced. "Now we'll watch the two videos we made."

Two videos? I wondered.

I re-filled our glasses again. I returned to sit on his lap. This time I wriggled my butt against his hard-on as we watched the videos.

The first one showed me on the bed masturbating for a few minutes until I abruptly stopped and reached into the drawer of the bedside table.

I audibly groaned when I watched my hand display 'my best friend' as I pulled it out of the drawer along with a small bottle of oil.

Watching the video was a deja vu moment. I performed the exact same motions I'd done earlier today in my apartment. From taking it in my mouth to furiously fucking my pussy until my prick exploded...except this time, I didn't climax in my shorts, no, the camera caught my prick erupting sperm and semen straight in the air and landing on my belly and thighs.

My balls were aching again. A sizable precum stain leaked thru my shorts.

The second video surprised me. I was on my knees beside the bed. I was staring down at my hard-on, my hand stroking it.

Suddenly, a man appeared before me. I could only see him from his waist down.

His hard, manly cock was inches from my face. I released my own prick, took hold of his shaft, watched myself wet my lips with my tongue then saw me slide my lips over his cockhead and draw as much of his manly cock into my mouth as possible.

I bobbed my head back and forth for a good two-minutes before I suddenly stopped and his cock was pulled from my mouth. The man stood closer to me, his scrotum dangling over my face.

I began licking his ball sac using long, broad strokes with my tongue. This went on for a minute before I opened my mouth wide and took one of his large and manly balls into my mouth. I sucked on one ball for a full minute then switched to the other one taking it inside my mouth. I sucked on it for another minute.

The man clearly tapped me on the head and I abandoned his balls and immediately sucked his hard cock back into my mouth.

The rest of the video was of me moving my head back and forth over his glistening cock as I stroked the shaft and held and massaged his scrotum in my other hand.

Suddenly, David began pinching my nipples, hard, while he feverishly masturbated me thru the nylon shorts.

I strained and moaned, desperately wanting to shoot my load but for some reason, I couldn't climax.

I watched my image on the screen frantically suck and stroke the beautiful, manly cock.

Suddenly, the cock was pulled from my mouth and I watched with amazement rope after rope of sperm and semen erupt from the man's cockslit and land squarely on my face. By the time the man's balls were empty, my face was dripping wet with his cum.

David's hot breath was in my ear. He said, "Cum for me, sweetie -- CUM FOR ME NOW!"

My brain and balls exploded at the same time. I shook and thrashed about so violently, he had to release my nipples to use his arm to hold me positioned on his lap.

I filled the shorts with so much cum, it began leaking underneath the leg holes and oozed down my thighs.

I had just regained normal breathing when he again whispered loudly in my ear.

"You loved sucking my cock last night, Joanie -- will you suck it for me now?"

I scrambled off his lap saying "Oh God yes, I love sucking your cock -- please let me suck your cock, darling."

"You may suck my cock now," he said.

I fell to my knees between his legs and tugged at his boxers all the while saying, "Thank you, darling -- thank you for letting me suck your cock!"

I inhaled the manly aroma coming from his crotch, wet my lips and slid them over his purple glans. I bobbed my head up and down sucking the best I could could to make him cum in my mouth.

When his balls finally swelled and erupted, I remembered that when making videos, I was to take the man's cock and aim it at my face when it climaxed...but when I was sucking cock in private, I was to take the man's sperm and semen inside my mouth and swallow it all down my throat into my belly.

I must have swallowed four mouthfuls before David's orgasm subsided.

He tapped me on the head and I looked into his eyes.

"Sweetie, that was a wonderful blow job," he said. "You were born to suck men's cocks!"

One time in my life that would have been the ultimate insult, now however, my face wore a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

"Thank you, darling, I do love sucking your cock!" I said to him honestly.

He corrected me by saying, "You love sucking ALL cocks, sweetie!"

"Yes, darling, I love sucking ALL cocks!" I happily acknowledged thru the mellow haze in my head.

**

I went home and changed into the powder blue shorts. I placed the soiled white ones in the sink where I was soaking the yellow and red ones.

When I returned to David's he said, "Dinner is almost ready -- set the table for three places, sweetie, I invited one of the neighbor boys to join us."

My heart sank. I didn't want to share my man with another boy.

"Yes, darling," I said anyway.

When we heard the knock on the door David had me go greet our guest.

I was pleasantly surprised to see a very handsome boy about my age and height with thick black hair on his head, and curly black hair on his chest. He wore only baggy gym shorts.

He smiled as he walked past me. Once the door was closed I stuck out my hand and said, "Hi, I'm Johnny, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He slowly looked up and down my body, chuckled and said, "Joanie, I'm TJ...it's going to be more than just a pleasure getting to know you!"

I didn't understand what his remark meant but smiled just the same when I shook his hand.

He took two steps then hooked his thumbs in the gym shorts and pushed them down his legs. He scooped up the shorts, threw them on the recliner and stood before me in white Jockeys...oh my....

When I served them dinner and lastly spooned food onto my plate, I sat and listened to their conversation.

It became apparent they had known one another a long time. Their easy-going, back and forth banter made me slightly jealous, and I wondered why David wanted this boys company when he and I had just become closer and more intimate.

After dinner, David and TJ sat on the sofa in the living room while I cleaned the kitchen. Their seemingly nonstop talking was now really bothering me.

The moment I entered the living room David stood and took me in his arms and we kissed. His show of affection in front of the boy made my jealousy all but disappear.

"Sweetie," he said gazing into my eyes, "you know I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you..."

Uh-oh, I thought, waiting for bad news to follow.

"I received a personal request from a client who is really smitten with you..." he said.

"W-What is it?" I asked suddenly fearful of what would be asked of me.

"He wants to see you with another boy...he wants to see both of you naked and, well, 'performing' for him."

I gasped and my prick stiffened in my shorts. I found I didn't hate the idea. In fact, it was so flattering I smiled when I got over the initial shock.

"Is this what you want, darling?" I asked him.

"Sweetie, this is strictly business - it wouldn't affect our relationship at all...and you know, I think it would be sexy as hell to watch you and TJ...do you find him attractive?"

I blushed and nodded my head.

"We'll make it easier for you like last night, okay?"

"Okay," I replied.

We hugged and kissed and suddenly I felt TJ standing very close behind me. Close enough to feel his erection pressing into my buttocks. He put his arms around us and joined our hug.

He seemed to grind his hard-on into me but before I could say anything David said to me:

"Are you lonely?"

I replied, "I am never lonely when I'm with you!"

**

The next day at work, I had no clear memories from the previous evening.

Rapid-fire snapshots of dreams and fantasies flashed thru my brain so quickly it was difficult concentrating on my job.

I felt vaguely guilty that my fantasies were about TJ, and not David. It seemed I had developed quite a crush on him.

I pictured us rolling around on the black satin sheets, hugging, kissing, our hands stroking each others body. The feel of his hard cock was etched into my brain.

I dreamed I was on top of him, and I slowly kissed my way down his body until I found myself kneeling between his wide splayed legs, gazing lovingly at his beautiful, erect penis.

I imagined he had said, "Lick it" and I licked it until it was completely covered with my saliva.

I fantasized he said "Kiss it" and I immediately obeyed him.

When in my imagination I heard him say "Suck my cock!" the lewd words sounded so sexy I almost shot my load.

In the fantasy, at one point while I was sucking him, he abruptly pulled his cock from my mouth, rolled me over until he was on top of me, then scooched me backwards until my head was resting on one of the pillows. He then sat on my chest and pushed his cock into my mouth again.

At one point I dreamed he remained still and I bobbed my mouth so fast back and forth over his cock I opened my eyes and thought I saw a camera hovering over us capturing the images of the face-fucking he was giving me.

That couldn't be right, could it? That I'd remember something like that?

I then fantasized he withdrew his cock from my mouth, pushed my head against a pillow, and he masturbated and shot his cum all over my face.

Ooooo, that dream was sooo sexy!

I ate my lunch quickly and excused myself from Jennifer.

Two co-workers were washing their hands in the Mens Room. As usual, they said nothing and simply glared at me. I went into a stall and waited until they were gone.

When I was alone I took out my hard prick and feverishly jerked-off. Ooooo, yes -- I needed that!

I figured that would be the end of my fantasies but, no, they began all over once I was seated at my desk again.

We were standing in bright light. Is that a camera we're staring at?

I dreamed TJ inserted his right middle finger in my mouth and said "Get it wet!"

He pulled it out of my mouth and I felt it between my buttocks. Oh my hell -- he pressed the wet finger to my anus then pushed it inside my pussy.

Everything became a blur. The images in my mind were quite surreal and they couldn't have really happened, could they?

He finger-fucks my pussy and strokes my prick with his other hand.

When I shoot my load, I scream out like he had told me to do. The camera zeroes in on my prick and catches every rope and stream of my climax.

Another image: He is laying on his back and I am kneeling between his legs. He suddenly raises his legs and open his buttocks. I can clearly see his brown hole.

He says to me, "Lick my asshole!" and I immediately press my tongue to his anus. I lick his anus.

He says "Tongue-fuck my asshole!" and I curl my tongue and push it in-and-out his brown hole.

This has to be a dream. I wouldn't lick inside a man's asshole on my own, would I?

The final images are him standing and me on my knees with his cock in my mouth one more time. Like the first time, he shoots his sperm and semen on my face. I lick at whatever pools of cum my tongue can reach.

When I get ready to leave and pull on my shorts, I can feel gobs of his cum on my cheeks, nose, forehead even on my eyelids. I go to wipe my face clean but a voice tells me I must wear the cum on my face the rest of the night.