As Good As Guitars Ch. 04

March 2009

I open the door to the playroom, unsure exactly what I'll find waiting for me. Olivia wouldn't tell me anything, asking only that I don't upset him. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was soft on the boy. What am I saying? She is.

He's knelt at the opposite side of the room, facing the wall. Although he's dressed in jeans and t-shirt his feet are bare and his hands are behind his back. I look at him for a moment, noticing dark curls that had been hidden last night. I wonder what it will feel like to run my fingers through them, imagining pulling his head back towards me as I pound into him from behind. I wonder whether he'll cry out in pleasure for me.

There'll be time enough for that. Ignoring my stiffening cock, I collect a couple of dining chairs from the far end of the room and place them about three feet apart, facing each other. He doesn't move when I walk up behind him, unless you count the tension in his shoulders.

"Hello again, little sub." I reach out and touch the nape of his neck. He jerks slightly at the contact. "Kneeling has its place, but you did plenty of that yesterday. Come and sit down."

He gets up steadily, silently, postponing the moment where he has to turn around and I'll see who he is. Olivia has steadfastly refused to say even whether he's famous, but that hasn't stopped me having fun guessing. I see a neat torso and narrow hips above muscular legs. I already know he's not tall, but despite that he looks powerful.

He pauses, and his shoulders move again as he takes a breath before turning to face me. He looks at me briefly before dropping his gaze and I see the flush on his face. I'm not sure whether he's embarrassed, excited, or afraid, but it's a cute look for him.

"Go and sit down. I won't bite."

He does as he's told, still silent. I sit down opposite him. His face is vaguely familiar but his name won't come to mind. Part of my brain carries on trying to work it out, while the rest of me just watches him. He's still flushed and he stares down at his hands in his lap, occasionally glancing up as if to check that I'm still there.

My voice is teasing, deliberately unthreatening. "I thought Olivia had trained you to look at your Dom. Are you always this quiet?"

He looks up at me properly for the first time. "No."

"No 'Sir' today?"

He swallows. "I'm sorry Sir, I wasn't sure what you'd like. Olivia doesn't usually --"

I make my tone harder. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not Olivia. But no, I don't expect you to call me Sir. Not today." Some of the tension drops out of his shoulders. I sit back, relaxing. "So, little sub, tell me. Have you ever been with a man before?"

"No. Well, not apart from... um, yesterday. I get offers occasionally..." His voice trails off and I raise an eyebrow. He must think I'm sceptical. "It happens more often than you'd expect, in cycling. Everyone in lycra, never any privacy, all the massages... We're used to seeing each other."

Of course, he's Mark Gilwood -- now he's mentioned cycling it's obvious. I tease him some more. "Yet despite the opportunities and the offers, you've never tried it? All those nights away from home in anonymous hotel rooms... You've never celebrated a win with a friend or been comforted after a loss? A good-looking boy like you?"

If anything the blush gets even fiercer -- I'm positive he's considered it. He looks down at his hands again, worrying at a hangnail. I reach forward and take his hands in mine. "Stop fidgeting and answer the question. I think you've wanted to, haven't you? Tell me."

"I'm straight." His voice shakes, and he doesn't lift his head.

"No, I don't think so. A straight man wouldn't have come for me last night, I don't think. And a straight man certainly wouldn't have come for me last night against his will, and then agreed to see me again today -- however much he's in awe of his Domme. You're not entirely straight, are you?"

This time he does look up, his voice a whisper. "No. I..." He doesn't finish the sentence. "What are you going to do?"

"Well." I let go of his hands, pleased to see that he doesn't immediately start fidgeting again. "I'm horny, so I'm going to fuck you. But it's my birthday today and I'm feeling mellow, so I'm going to make it fun for you too. What better present than to have a young sub praising my name to the rooftops while he comes his brains out under me?" My cock swells at the thought -- and from the expression on his face Mark's not averse to the idea either.

"Stand up. I want to watch you undress." He hesitates for a second, then stands, pulling at his t-shirt.

"No, take your time. We've got all afternoon, after all."

He drops his arms, stepping away from the chair. I sit back, propping my feet on the seat he's vacated. My demeanour is outwardly relaxed, but I'm looking at him carefully.

Mark peels his t-shirt off slowly, revealing the muscular torso I'd seen last night. It's as impressive as I remember, his abs clearly visible under pale skin. The tan lines on his arms stand out in sharp relief, and I understand why they'd been hidden yesterday. He folds his t-shirt neatly and places it on the side before returning to stand in front of me. I can't help smiling, wondering if Olivia's beaten that habit into him. Her reputation precedes her.

His hands are at his belt buckle, his voice hesitant. "Should I?" I nod assent and he drops his jeans to the floor, showing me that he's not wearing underwear. He leans down.

"Leave them. Turn around." As I'd thought, his legs are strong -- I can see where his speed on the bike comes from. I watch him move and imagine running my hands down the curve of his back, feeling him tense under me. I wonder what he'll taste like, and I know I'm licking my lips as I look at him. This is going to be good.

I swing my boots back to the floor and lean forward, my knees wide. "Come here." Mark moves towards me carefully. His eyes dart around the room, looking anywhere but at me, and he stops several feet away. I can see the effort he makes not to cross his arms in front of his naked body.

My voice is hard again. "'Come here', I said. Don't wind me up, not when I'm in a good mood." He steps closer, trembling slightly.

I wait until he meets my eyes before I speak. "Are you nervous?"

"Yes." He takes another deep breath. "But I want to be here."

"Good." His hips are level with my head and I lean forward, pulling him to me and taking his semi-erect cock in my mouth. I hear him gasp and then he pushes towards me, his stomach brushing against my nose. I hold still, feeling his cock fill my mouth as it swells. Gradually I lean back, pulling away slowly. When I look up at him he's flushed, staring at me as he waits for his next instruction.

"My turn. Undress me."

To my surprise Mark turns around, bending down to my boots so that his arse is displayed in front of me. His libido is evidently overcoming his nerves. I don't move as he unlaces and removes the first boot and sock, but when he turns to the second I move my hands to his legs. I rake my nails up his inner thighs, stroking his balls gently, hardly aware when my feet are bare.

When he stands up I do the same. He turns to face me, deftly unbuttoning my shirt before sliding it off my shoulders. I've not had anyone undress me in a while and I'm enjoying it. Mark's hands move to my waist, unbuckling me without asking. I don't move, and am rewarded when he drops to his knees.

He pulls my jeans down and pauses, his face level with my groin. I watch him look at me, sizing me up. I'm wearing tight boxer shorts and my cock bulges against the thin material, the head pushing at the waistband. I wait to see what he'll do.

Tentatively he leans forward, his mouth nibbling at me through the thin cotton, almost nuzzling. It's tantalising more than anything else but I don't want to rush him. After a moment he gets bolder, freeing me from my shorts. I feel moisture as he licks at me carefully, running his tongue along the shaft and then around the head of my cock. I don't hold back a groan of pleasure as he homes in on the sweet spot.

He leans back slightly, looking up at me with wide fuck-me eyes. "Tell me. Tell me what to do."

My cock twitches and I'm already beginning to ooze pre-cum. "Take me in your mouth... you don't need to go deep, yes, like that. Slow down a little..." He moves as instructed, all signs of nerves gone as he concentrates on what he's doing. As he gets more confident his hand reaches up to fondle my balls.

I could come in his mouth here and now, but it will be better if I make myself wait. Reluctantly I reach down, pushing him away gently. "Go and lie on the bed."

Mark does as he's told, waiting for me while I collect what I need and then join him. He's lying on his front and I kneel to straddle him. Leaning down to him, I kiss the nape of his neck. He shivers but doesn't say anything, so I carry on kissing him, licking my way slowly down his spine. His breathing gets louder and by the time I reach the small of his back he's squirming.

"I said on the phone that I'd be kind. Are you sure about this, or do you want me to stop?"

"Don't stop." He's breathless.

I drop my head, parting his buttocks to taste a trace of shower gel and the slight tang of his musk. I blow cool air over his hot skin, watching his opening twitch. His back arches when I push my tongue into him. "Jesusfuckohgod..."

I swallow my laugh. "You like that?"

He doesn't reply, instead writhing under me, alternating between grinding his hips into the bed and pushing back towards me, inviting me further. The pillow muffles his cries until he lifts his head again. "Please... you're going to make me come."

"No I'm not." I sit up immediately, grabbing at his hip to roll him over. He moans in protest as he tries to hump at the empty air for several long seconds, but he doesn't come.

When he's regained some semblance of control he opens his eyes, his voice a whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so close..."

He's adorable, and I don't want to wait any longer. I reach behind me. "I think I'll take you like this, little sub, so I can watch your face as I fuck you. How does that sound?" I'm rolling a condom on as I speak, then lubing myself up. Mark doesn't say anything, but there's no hesitation in his expression as he tacitly urges me on. I move closer, carefully pushing into him. After the initial resistance he relaxes and takes me without complaint, which surprises me a little. "You have done this before."

He blushes but his voice is matter-of-fact. "Olivia has a strap-on. It's similar, but you feel... different."

"True enough." I start to concentrate on the task at hand, getting used to how he moves underneath me. He's clearly very turned on, and his cock starts to leak pre-cum as I begin to thrust. He looks delicious laid out beneath me, his muscles taut as he tips his head back and pushes up towards me. A flush rises on his chest and neck -- his eyes are shut and I wonder what he's seeing.

"Stroke yourself. Make yourself come for me."

His eyelids flicker but he reaches to himself and obeys. His cock is slick with its own juices and his hand moves quickly. Suddenly he moans and then his entire body shudders and convulses as he comes, firing semen up over his stomach. His muscles clench and relax uncontrollably and it's enough to send me over the edge too. I come deep inside him, crying out myself as the sensation washes over me and I collapse onto him.

A long beat of time later I open my eyes. Mark's lying half under me, his hand idly stroking my hair. I lift myself off him and tidy myself up, then lie back down. "You cold?" He mumbles a reply and I pull the blanket up. Another moment later, we're both asleep.

He's already awake when I next open my eyes. He's looking at me, his eyes framed by long dark lashes that must make girls jealous. I'm fleetingly envious of his youth -- I never used to need a nap between sessions.

When he sees I'm awake he smiles. "That was... wow. Happy birthday -- I hope?" He suddenly looks apprehensive, as if I might have found him wanting.

I reassure him. "A very happy birthday indeed. How do you feel?"

He blushes. "I could go again." Sure enough, his cock's hard, nudging against my leg. Mine twitches in response.

"Well then, little sub, what should I teach you next?"

He thinks for a moment, and I wonder if Olivia ever allows him to choose what she will do to him. I suspect not -- she's a pure Domme and unlikely to ever let go of the reins. I wonder if my being a switch means I'm more chilled-out or just lazier. The thought makes me smile.

"We could shower?" Mark gestures at himself. "I'm a mess."

He's too easy to tease. "You're just lucky you didn't come without permission -- I would have punished you." His eyes close briefly. "You like that idea, don't you?"

He nods silently.

I sit up. "Too bad I'm not in the mood today, but maybe Olivia will let me visit again. I don't think she'd object to the two of us working you over in tandem."

"Oh..." It's little more than an exhalation as his face flushes, and his cock's suddenly rigid. I stroke it for a second before slapping it gently. His eyes open in surprise.

"Shower. And if you want to come again you'll have to impress me."

We're soon both under the hot water. Mark reaches for the shower gel. "May I wash you -- Sir?" I nod assent and he soaps me up, smoothing the suds over my chest and arms. I stay quiet, wondering what he wants to do and happy to let him move at his own pace.

"Would you turn to face the other way?"

I do as he asks, feeling his hands on my neck and shoulders kneading gently before he moves to my back. He pauses for a second, collecting more gel, then drops to his knees behind me. His hands drift lower so I shift my legs further apart, making sure I'm not going to slip.

Sure enough, his hands move to stroke between my buttocks. He presses against my opening and I bite my lip as a finger carefully slides into me. His inexperience charms me. I lean forward to give him better access and then I have to clutch at the wall, as the next thing I feel is his tongue.

He licks at me tentatively at first, then gets more adventurous as he becomes more assured. My cock's hard and aching for attention but I daren't let go of the wall. The memory of him on his knees before me last night flashes into my head and finally I make myself lean away from him and turn around.

Mark doesn't hesitate, taking me deep into his mouth. I look down and see that he's jacking himself off at the same time -- the sight is almost too much. He pulls back to take a breath and I grab at his head. I hear a muffled whimper but I'm past caring, fucking him roughly and hard, gratified when he stops resisting and simply works to get me off. Water cascades onto my head and there's a roaring in my ears and then I'm coming again, blowing my load so hard that the world goes white for a second.

When I look down again he's still holding himself, although his hand isn't moving. He looks up. "You said, if I impressed you...?"

I nod. "Go on. Show me."

He sighs and starts to move, thrusting against himself. I revel in the sight of him, soaking wet and on his knees, totally submissive. My cock twitches automatically, but I can't go again so soon.

I can hear his groans of pleasure over the sound of the water. His eyes are shut and his whole body is moving, jerking forwards as his hand moves faster on his cock. For a second I consider denying him, but I really am feeling mellow today. Instead I reach down and pinch his nipple, working the nub of flesh hard between my fingers. His cry of surprise soon turns to more pleasure as he arches his back, coming in spurts that swirl almost immediately down the drain.

He drops forward onto his hands and rests there, breathing hard, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. I turn the water off and step out carefully, drying myself while Mark recovers. When he finally moves I hold a towel open for him. "Better?"

His smile is infectious. "Oh yes. That was fun... you're fun."

"More fun than Olivia?"

He looks up at me, unafraid. "Is that a trick question? You're different."

I'm suddenly very glad that I don't come down south more than once or twice a year. It would be easy to fall for this boy -- and glorious though he is, I don't need that kind of stress in my life. Besides, I love Olivia like a sister, and she has dibs.

"No trick, little sub. Now get some clothes on -- I want to watch your face while you tell Olivia exactly what we've just been doing and how you felt about it."

He cocks his head to one side. "Hm... maybe not so different after all."

He's still grinning as we pull the playroom door closed behind us and head downstairs.