A gay sex story: Danny Darling Ch. 04
It’s funny how you view things differently in the light of day.
Last night it made perfect sense to agree to my landlord Danny’s outrageous demands, but now, with the sun shining brightly, and a fresh perspective, I seriously questioned the ‘deal’ I’d made with him.
Yes, he is going to do me a huge favor by driving me back-and-forth to work, so it is fair, I guess, for him to expect something from me, but this? A handjob at 8 o’clock in the morning?
He opened the door after I knocked twice.
“Good morning, Sweetie,” he greeted me with a smile on his face.
I saw he was wearing a bathrobe. We needed to leave here soon and he wasn’t dressed yet. I knew for sure I was going to have to go thru with the promise I made.
“Uh…good morning, Darling,” I replied.
Since I responded properly, he allowed me inside. He immediately took me in his arms and kissed me. I knew better than to fight him, or back away. I didn’t have any choice but to play his game.
At least he’d just brushed his teeth, I thought as we kissed and hugged. It didn’t take long until I felt his erection against me.
“Take off your slacks and give me your underwear,” he said as though it were a perfectly normal request.
I saw the look in his eyes; this was no time to protest, and besides, I didn’t want to be late for work.
“Y-Yes, Darling,” I replied.
He took my slacks and carefully draped them over a chair. I gave him my briefs and he led me to a large mirror in the living room. I was extremely self-conscious of being naked from the waist down. He slid off his robe-he was naked underneath and sporting an impressive hard-on.
“Okay, Sweetie,” he said, “…stand behind me, reach between my legs and hold my balls…yes, that’s it-now reach around with your left-hand and stroke my cock.”
In order to accomplish this feat I had to stand as close to him as possible. I was actually pressing hard against him. The feel of his hot flesh caused my prick to become semi-erect.
In a matter of seconds, with his hot and hard cock in one hand, and his heavy balls in the other, I began to imperceptibly grind my own prick onto his left buttock. This was so deliciously dirty I became hard as a rock and it began to throb when I pressed it against his naked flesh.
“FASTER,” he commanded.
I was grateful he was getting close. I was still worried about being late for work.
I gently massaged his balls while stroking his cock as fast as I could. My own grinding thrusts became more urgent. I was getting close, too.
“OH SWEETIE-YOU’RE A WONDERFUL BOY-THAT’S IT—THAT’S IT-YES-YES-YES-OHHHHHHHHH-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS…”
I stared at the mirror and watched in amazement as stream-after-stream of viscous cum shot out of his slit and splashed against the glass. His balls held an impressive amount of sperm and semen.
I frantically ground my prick against him, straining to cum.
“That’s enough for now!!” he announced.
“Noooo, pleeezzzzzzz…” I whimpered in frustration.
“STOP!!” he shouted.
I had no choice but to obey him.
I watched thru hazy, lust-glazed eyes as he wiped himself clean with my briefs. He then stooped over and, using my briefs as a rag, wiped every drop of cum off the mirror.
He held my briefs between two fingers and said, “Here-put these on!”
He couldn’t be serious! They were absolutely drenched with his cum.
“I said-PUT THESE ON-we don’t have much time…” he commanded.
His reference to the time shook me from my reverie. I reluctantly snatched the briefs from him and shimmy my hips and buttocks to pull them up my legs. I had to use my hand to force my throbbing boner into the briefs.
They were so wet with his cum they instantly clung to my skin.
He disappeared for a couple minutes and I retrieved my slacks and pulled them into place. My damn hard-on wouldn’t go away.
He was dressed, came to me and kissed my lips.
“Well?” he said, narrowing his eyes.
He wanted me to say something-what was it? My mind was a blank. Suddenly I remembered.
“Thank you, Darling,” I said, “…thank you for letting me play with your hard cock-thank you for letting me make you cum!” I said, proud that I’d remembered the words he wanted to hear.
“You’re very welcome, Sweetheart,” he said as he kissed me one last time before we left.
He made me sit next to him in the car. He drove with one hand; his other arm was over my shoulder, holding me close to him. Every time we had to stop at a traffic light he would turn to me and expect a kiss. I would dutifully oblige him.
I was very happy the window tint prevented anyone from looking inside the car. After each kiss, I was expected to say, “Thank you for kissing me, Darling.”
“You’re very welcome, my sweet little boy,” he would reply with a smile on his face.
Just as my erection began to go down, the aroma from his drying semen wafted upward and made me swoon. His smell was far muskier, and sexier than mine. I loved it-my boner instantly returned.
I squirmed uncomfortably; I wanted to take hold of my prick and finish the job, but didn’t dare it.
“Have you ever masturbated at work?” he asked.
My God, what a strange and intrusive question!
“No-no-of course not!” I said with righteous indignation.
“Sweetie, don’t lie to me!” he said sharply.
My face flushed red-I began to mumble.
“W-well, m-maybe…”
“How many times have you masturbated at work?” he asked.
I desperately wanted to change the subject, but I knew him well-enough now to realize I needed to answer the question.
“Oh, you know, once or twice,” I sheepishly admitted.
“HOW MANY TIMES? TELL ME THE TRUTH!!”
His voice scared me.
“I don’t know-seven or eight times…” I said in defeat.
“Sweetie, you’ve only been there a few weeks and you’ve masturbated seven or eight times at work?”
The way he said it made me feel ridiculous and small. I’d never been so humiliated.
“Have you forgotten that I’m the one who got you that job? That Mrs. Nelson did me a favor by hiring you?”
Yes, I had forgotten-it seemed so long ago. I suddenly wondered if she’d told Danny about the time she caught me fondling the panties?
“I-I’m sorry, Darling-it won’t happen again!” I promised.
“Damn right, it won’t,” he said. “We’re going to work on your self-control…from now-on, you’ll only be allowed to masturbate when I say so-do you understand me?”
My blood began to boil. Who in-the-hell is he to say that to me? I’m a free human being-I can do whatever I want!
But I was afraid to say anything; I was in no position to challenge his authority over me. I was terrified he would find out my dirty little secret and make a call to my mother. Besides, I was now guilty of having held his hard cock in my hands, and stroking him to orgasm.
I would absolutely die of shame if my mother ever knew that!
“Y-Yes, Darling,” I said with huge disappointment in my voice.
He chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, Sweetie, I’ll be very generous with your orgasms, okay?”
For some reason his words made me feel better.
“Yes, Darling-thank you, Darling,” I replied.
It seemed like the longest eight-hours ever. I spent most of the day in the Lingerie Department and it drove me wild with lust.