“I can easily live with that. Perhaps we can do ethnic take out once or twice a week.”
“While we are talking about domestic stuff. The cleaning crew comes on Tuesdays, but we don’t need to be here—the concierge lets them in and locks after. They change the linens, delivering new every week. I’m definitely going to get them to order extra towels and sheets.”
“If we’re going to dine often nude at this glass table, you’re going to need to add napkins. This is a little much for a conservative Savannah Baptist boy, who couldn’t come to the table bare-chested or bare foot, let alone totally nude. And on church days, Mom made us keep on our jackets and ties.”
“Is he joining us too? I’m assuming you are not referring to yourself. You are no conservative Baptist. You are radical sex on a stick, Chet. You give and take cock like a seasoned professional. And I think you know it. You are so sexy that I would have assumed you entered training for it while still an infant.”
“But, noted—add a dozen linen napkins each week. They also clean the kitchen and baths. They vacuum and dust and pick up. And while they are here they do a load or two of wash—whatever is in the hampers. They won’t open drawers or enter closets—so you can keep your toys and secret garments in there. The crew is all Latina, and I think they are pretty religious. So I wouldn’t leave out any obvious evidence of our love-making. I don’t intend to tell them we are a gay couple, but surely they’ll guess after doing the beds for a few weeks.”
“God, it must be nice to be rich. Do you realize you have just given me 6-8 hours each week?”
“And I expect that you will spend most of them productively employed in bed—with me of course.”
“And I think I can put most of my toys in storage. I’ve got the best toy of all looking right at me at this minute. And I assume you realize I don’t have any cross-dressing tendencies—so I haven’t really shopped for lingerie.”
“There are a few other admin details for tomorrow. We need to get you photographed and listed as a resident. The concierge will receive your wardrobe when Rice delivers if you are a resident. Maybe tomorrow morning?”
“Okay. But tomorrow may be the last chance we get for a late sleep in. I think I’m going to turn in early.”
“That’s an interesting expression. I was unaware that my anal cavity had an angle.” Chet looked perplexed. Then his face lit with a broad smile.
“Are you always so one-minded? And are your jokes always so lame?”
“Only when I’m sitting and staring at your muscled chest and that semi under the table which is lifting the linen.”
“Remember, I have the trials tomorrow afternoon and, at this point, I don’t even know how that will play out. I need to get a good night’s sleep—and I need to be able to handle that bike saddle for what could be 4 or 5 hours of riding.”
“I’ll let you off easy tonight. But, I will expect a full workout and breakfast in bed tomorrow. Let’s see if there is anything worth watching on TV.” After watching a movie, both guys turned in early—using Geoff’s room. And, for once without spooning.
*******
Both guys awakened early and took care of their morning necessities, returning to the still warm sheets. Chet sidled up to me while I was staring up–mesmerized by the revolving fan and mirrored ceiling. He began a slow stroking of my front—concentrating on my nips, abs, thighs and inner thighs—but not touching the shaft or balls. I began to move into position over Chet, but he stopped me. “I think we’re going to do this a bit differently this morning. I presume you have some cuffs?”
“Am I about to see another side of the angelic Chet? In the bottom drawer.” Chet rose, pulled out the cuffs and attached them first to my wrists and then to the headboard.
“I’m really gonna do you this morning.” With those words, he grabbed a black tie and wound it around my eyes, blinding me. Then he spread and tied my ankles to the foot posts of the bed. “Now be a good boy.”
“Yes, sir. How could I be otherwise since you’ve got me spread-eagled and at your mercy.” This was a first for me—I had never been bound and blind-folded by a partner before. Even my use of the words, at your mercy, sent shivers down my spine. But, I was definitely going to let Chet do his thing—and enjoy it.
Then he really surprised me. He climbed up between my spread my legs and swallowed most of my dick, started rising up and down, using hands and tongue and suction to bring me to hardness and the edge of orgasm. I was already leaking. I thought this was going to be a long process.
“I’m gonna cum, Chet.”
“Not until I say so.” With those words, he drew completely away. Then I felt the cock rings being placed under my balls and at the base of the penis. “I’m going to make the coffee. I’ll be back in a few. I expect to find you exactly as I’ve left you, if you know what’s good for you.” And he left.
Tortuous minutes later, he came back into the room. Coffee’s made, but I think I’m gonna have a snack first. I felt him climb on the bed, then he covered my hard cock in cream and I felt something more—yes, he was placing strawberries in the cream which began to drip over the taint. For the next few minutes, Chet slowly licked the cream and ate the strawberries. Every few bites, he would cover me and feed me from his own mouth. I’d like to see this on a brunch menu! But, I was getting impatient. I was leaking heavily and raising my hips from the mattress to meet his sucking lips. Again he brought me to the edge and he suddenly stopped.
He got up, used a warm towel to clean up the remaining whipped cream and then began a long, slow lubed massage of my shaft. “That’s payback for the rocky road.”
Then he switched to torturing my nips. And finally, he lubed and inserted a long plug. Again and again, he brought me to the edge: stroke, tease the nips, twist and bottom the plug, then total release. I was so high I had leveraged myself from the mattress, straining to release. “I’m going to get the coffee. See you soon, partner. Remember not until I say so.” And he left again. I am not sure I have ever been more frustrated.
After a little while, he returned, smelling of our rich dark coffee brew. He kissed me and gave me a taste of the brew. He started stroking again. I couldn’t get any harder—or darker. He got off the bed, released my legs and knelt between them. He rolled me up, pushed a pillow under, pulled out the plug, and quickly inserted his long, thick snake, plunged, stroked my prostate over and over, and finally bottomed. I shouted, not in pain, but in release, as I began to bathe both of us in my morning spunk. I was completely coated. He plunged a few more times and filled me with his. He then reached up and untied the cuffs and removed the blindfold.
“Good morning, lover. I hope you enjoyed your wake up call and morning calisthenics. Breakfast will be ready after you shower. Don’t expect this every day.”
“Oh, Chet, your time will come. But I know you’ve got to ride like a champion this afternoon. Just you wait.”
After breakfast, we had some time before I had to leave, so we went down to the condo office to take care of details. We had a new manager whom I had not met before, and he tried some bureaucratic shit, claiming that condo rules did not permit unrelated parties to occupy one condo and that the Board had warned him not to permit the Towers to become a University dorm. He reminded about late night parties—in fact parties at all without advance notice—were prohibited. He handed me a new set of condo rules. “Chet can be a guest, but not a resident, subject to the rules of the condo.” He was about to refuse to cooperate. I could see the petty official stretching his intellectual muscles—beyond their capacity.