Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2007 12:23:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Turn, Chapter 11

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If you have read any of my previous stories you will know that I tend to be
a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a
potential romance but is one that takes a wrong turn, or so it seems. And
as for the ending, you'll just have to read on. The author retains all
rights.  No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the
author's consent. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.

Chapter 11

Anne's imminent return was looming over my week. Due to the holiday on
Monday Carlos and I had been able to spend an extra day together at the
house but I still felt cheated on Tuesday when I realized we were only
going to have four evenings together during the week.

I was even less pleased when Carlos told me he'd made peace with Jose and
that he'd be joining our fun on Thursday evening. Thinking about that gave
me an idea for a few extra moments alone with Carlos. Anne was due to fly
back early Sunday afternoon. I was picking her up at Newark Airport at
two. I had planned on spending the weekend making sure the house was in
order. We had a service that came in once a week to clean but I wanted to
make sure all evidence of Carlos' visits was gone. Instead, I decided that
maybe Carlos and I could get in a shortened weekend together. When we got
to Rick's I told him my plan.

"If we don't do anything in the city we can go right home after work
tomorrow. Maybe go to Paradise tomorrow night, the beach Saturday and
Asbury again Saturday night. Then Sunday when I go pick Anne up I can drop
you off at the train. There's a station at the airport."

"That sounds good to me, Ry. I hadn't thought of anything special to do
tomorrow and the weather is supposed to be great Saturday. I wouldn't mind
one last weekend in wealthy suburbia."

"Just one thing. We have to spend some time straightening up the house so
she doesn't suspect anyone else has been staying there."

"No problem. It's not like we make much of a mess anyway, and we usually
have plenty of free time. It'll be nice having one last weekend with you,
even if it is shortened a bit."

I didn't like to hear him refer to it as one last weekend but I was glad he
liked the idea. It was the first time I had tried to make plans for us and
I thought he might say no just to prove he was still the one in charge. I
was in such a good mood I didn't even mind going back to the apartment to
meet Jose. Things were a little tense with him but he wasn't as abusive as
usual. Actually, I usually enjoyed taking his beer can up my butt. It was
his attitude that always made it an unpleasant experience but this time he
toned down that attitude. He and Carlos were in a playful mood and took
turns fucking me. Neither was in a hurry to come so they must have switched
off half a dozen times. A good time for them turned out to be a good time
for me, which was not always the case.

Friday night Carlos took the train home with me. We went to the restaurant
we liked in Asbury Park for a late dinner and then went on to Paradise for
some dancing. We made it an early night since we'd both worked all day and
hadn't had time for the nap we usually took on Fridays. Saturday morning we
took an hour and went through the house, making sure the only traces of
Carlos were his bag in the bedroom. Then we went to Sandy Hook where we
spent a few relaxing hours on the beach. When we got home the light was
blinking on the answering machine. I hit the button.

"Hi love, there's been a change in plans. Chaz has been down again for the
holiday week and he was driving back today so I decided to ride up with
him. We just got off the Cape May ferry so we should be at the house around
four. See you then."

I looked at the clock. Four-fifteen. Fuck!

"Oh shit, they're gonna be here any second. What are we gonna do?" I was in
a panic, looking every which way as if I expected Anne to pop out from
behind a door at any second.

"Calm down, Ry. Obviously there isn't time to get me out of here so we're
gonna have to make something up. I'm a friend from work down for the
weekend. Easier to go with something close to the truth. Now c'mon, we've
got some work to do."

He ran down the hall toward the bedrooms, stopping in the hall bathroom. He
came out with a clean towel. "Take this into your bathroom and switch it
with the towel I used this morning." He handed me the towel and ran into
the guest room, stripped back the bedspread and lay down, twisting and
turning in the bed, messing up the sheets as much as possible. I finally
snapped out of my daze and went to the master bedroom, switched the towels
and grabbed Carlos' bag, somehow remembering to take the lube from the
nightstand and put it in the bag. I put the used towel in the hall bathroom
and then took the bag into the guest room where Carlos was making the bed
again.

"Okay, one last thing." He pulled my shirt off over my head and very
carefully removed my nipple rings, dropping them in the palm of my hand. I
put them in my pocket and put my shirt back on.

"There's no time right now but you're gonna have to change the sheets on
your bed before tonight. Other than that I think everything looks all
right."

"What about us? We're a mess!"

"We just got back from the beach. We're allowed to look a mess."

"Shit, the beach. We didn't go to Sandy Hook. We went to, um^Å" I racked my
brain trying to think of the name of one of the dozens of beaches nearby.

"Chill, Ry. We went to Sandy Hook, but the first beach you come to on the
right, long before you get to the nude beach. Like I said, better to stick
as close to the truth as possible."

Through the window I saw a Jaguar pull in the driveway. "Oh God, they're
here."

Carlos took me in his arms and held me, rubbing his hands up and down my
back for a few seconds before letting me go.

"Take a deep breath, babe. Everything is fine. Guys are allowed to have
friends. I'm sure she wasn't expecting you to spend every minute you
weren't at work sitting here alone watching TV."

"I know, but I just feel so guilty, like I've been caught red-handed."

"She won't know anything unless you let on. It's cool, man."

I opened the front door just as Anne was reaching for the knob. Chaz was
right behind her carrying two of her bags.

"Well, I see you got my message, Ryan, although you certainly didn't dress
for the occasion."

"Sorry, dear, we were at the beach. Just got back this minute, actually." I
stepped aside to let them in.

"We?" She looked around, saw Carlos and her mouth dropped open.

"Anne, this is my friend Carlos Fernandez from the bank. Carlos, my wife
Anne and our friend Chaz Gardner."

Anne made no move toward Carlos but Chaz stepped around her and shook his
hand.

Carlos gave his best adorable puppy dog smile. "It's so nice to finally
meet you, Anne. Ryan talks about you so much I feel like I already know
you."

Anne was usually very gracious, even when she didn't mean it, but she made
no effort at all. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage,
Mr. Fernandez. Ryan has never even mentioned you to me." She glared at
me. "Ryan, can you give me a hand with the bags? Chaz, you know where the
bar is. Why don't you help yourself? It will be a while before we go out
for dinner."

I took the bags from Chaz and followed Anne to our bedroom where she closed
the door behind me.

"What is someone like that doing in our house?"

"What do you mean?  I told you, he's a friend from work."

"Well, your other coworkers that I've met were certainly of a higher class
than that." she wrinkled her nose as she referred to Carlos as 'that.'
"He's not our kind at all darling. I want him out of here."

There was nothing I wanted more than to get Carlos and Anne as far apart as
possible, but her attitude appalled me.

"He's my friend and I invited him for the weekend. I can't just throw him
out."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll understand that we want to be alone together after
being apart for so long."

"He was standing right there when you mentioned going out to dinner with
Chaz. That's not exactly alone."

"Don't be ridiculous. He knows he wouldn't fit in." She waved her hand at
me. "Now go get rid of him, and then hurry back. You have to clean yourself
up before we go out to eat."

When I went down the hall Carlos was standing in the foyer with his bag. I
heard a baseball game on the TV in the family room so I assumed Chaz was in
there.

Carlos picked up his bag. "Time for me to go, I think."

"Did you hear us?" I asked, alarmed.

"Didn't have to. Her eyes said it all when she first looked at me. Let's
get out of here."

We drove to the train station in silence. When I parked, Carlos hesitated
with his hand on the door latch.

"Look, babe, don't get into trouble with her over me. Just let it go." He
paused. "I know she's your wife and all and you two have a history and a
life, maybe you even love her, and I just met her for a few seconds. But
she's a bitch, Ryan. You deserve better than her." He got out of the car
and carried his bag to the platform. I just sat there and watched him go.

I went back to the house, showered and changed and then went out to dinner
with Anne and Chaz. They'd just spent nearly a week together in North
Carolina and then over seven hours in the car so I would have thought
they'd be talked out, but they just babbled incessantly all through the
meal, mostly about people they'd grown up with and other members of the
country club. I tried to feign interest but it all bored me and my mind
kept drifting back to Carlos.

The first couple of weeks after Anne returned from her summer visits with
family were always a period of adjustment, for both of us, I supposed. Her
parents brought out the worst in her. She reverted back to being their
spoiled, snobbish, social-climbing princess. That was always an underlying
part of her personality but there was more to her than that, and her
parents' influence would fade after a while. But it didn't seem to this
time. Maybe it was because I had spent four fantastic weeks with someone so
totally different.

By Monday when I got home from work Anne had booked all of our Friday and
Saturday evenings and most Sunday afternoons through the end of
September. She said she had to 're-establish' herself in our social
circle. Catch up on all the gossip and brag about her month at the beach
and country club was a more accurate description. Her theater group's first
meeting to organize their fall production was Thursday evening, which
worked out perfectly for me to resume my late Thursdays in the city.

I had apologized to Carlos for Anne's behavior resulting in his hasty exit
from the house when he dropped off the mail on Monday morning. He brushed
it off but I brought it up again Thursday afternoon when we got to Rick's.

"Look Ry, we were never supposed to meet in the first place and it really
doesn't bother me that she doesn't like me. I don't like her either. Would
you feel better about the situation if we'd gotten on fantastically?"

"No, not at all. I was horrified that you were meeting each other at
all. But she was rude and offensive toward you and I feel bad about that."

"I appreciate it but all that's really important is that she doesn't
suspect anything about what's going on between us. We're both having a good
time and I'd hate to see that ruined. Plus it would be a nightmare for you
and while I haven't fully forgiven you yet, I wouldn't want that to happen
to you."

I was encouraged by the 'haven't fully' phrase. That meant that maybe he
was on the way to forgiving me.  I half turned to face him and look in his
eyes.

"Yeah, we've got a pretty good thing going Carlos, at least I think so."

He stared right back at me. "Yeah, so do I. It's a lot different from what
I expected, but it's really good." He cleared his throat and looked at his
beer glass. "You know, Ryan, if you joined the twenty-first century and got
a cell phone we could have avoided all the trouble. Wifey would have
reached you earlier and I could have been on a train back to the city
before she even arrived."

"I had one a few years back but Anne drove me crazy with it, calling me a
half a dozen times a day whenever anything, no matter how insignificant,
popped into her head. I felt like she had me on a leash." Carlos arched an
eyebrow and I grinned. "Of course, that's before I found out how much fun
being on a leash could be."

"I thought you hated it when I did that to you. You always complain."

"Well, it's a little humiliating being led around like a dog. But I've
found that a little humiliation seems to turn me on." Carlos raised the
eyebrow again. "A little, I said a little. Don't be getting any ideas now."

"Oh, I've always got ideas and you usually love them. And I'm not sure I
buy that 'little' stuff. You don't seem to like anything little."

"It really depends on the situation, I guess. Leading me around on the
leash at the Eagle is exciting because all those guys know I'm being
controlled by you, a hot little stud. It's embarrassing letting them know
I'm submissive to you, but I'm also kind of proud to be yours. Now if you
were to lead me around the office like that it would definitely be
humiliating but just as definitely not a turn-on."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that happening. I know where and when
to play with you."

Carlos proved that statement when we got back to his apartment. Apparently
he'd spent the few days we'd been apart planning a new kind of adventure
for us. For me, anyhow. He gave me a beer and had me wait in the living
room while he went into the bedroom to 'get ready,' although when he led me
into the room I didn't notice anything different.

"What'd you expect?'" he asked, noticing me looking around. "A sling and
mood lighting? Get undressed and into bed and I'll show you what we're
gonna do tonight."

We both stripped and as I crawled onto the bed I saw he had fastened
restraints of some kind at each of the four corners.

"Okay, lie down on your back and spread out your arms and legs and I'll
strap you in."

"You know you don't have to tie me down, babe. I've been pretty amenable to
whatever you've wanted to do to my body in the past."

"Yeah, but you don't know what I have in mind this time," he said with an
evil grin as he fastened my wrists into the restraints.

"Nothing I can't handle, I'm sure. Go ahead, Carlos, do your worst."

"You may regret having said that," he responded as he tightened the straps
on my ankles. I was spread-eagled, pretty well stretched out, not
uncomfortable but not able to move very much either. And just a little
nervous about what he had in mind. He sat his hot naked body on the side of
the bed and ran his hands lightly over my chest, flicking the nipple rings
that I now had to keep putting in and taking out. He then bent down to pick
up his gym bag from the floor and began removing items from it. He held up
a dildo that was only about three inches long but average thickness. It had
long straps hanging from a flat base.

"Now open wide, Ry. Here's your pacifier."

I opened my mouth and he slipped it in. It pretty much filled my mouth,
stopping just short of my throat. He wrapped the straps around my head and
fastened them, locking the dildo in place. "Wouldn't want your screams to
scare the neighbors, would we?" That evil grin again.

"Okay, one last thing before we start." He pulled a blindfold out of the
bag and started to put it on over my head. For some reason I started to
panic, pulling at the restraints and moving my head wildly. I knew Carlos
would never hurt me and I could take anything he gave me, but I couldn't
handle the idea of not being able to see what was coming.

Carlos left the blindfold on my forehead and leaned over and kissed both my
eyelids, then ran his hands over my chest again.

"Take it easy, babe. I'm gonna take good care of you. Just trust me."

I nodded, unable to say anything with the gag in my mouth.

"Tell you what, just close your eyes for a while and try to relax."

I did as he suggested and he started covering my body with kisses, starting
with my neck and working his way down. He put his mouth over each of my
nipples in turn and flicked the rings with his tongue. He spent a minute
'rimming' my belly button and then licked down my stubble trail to my
bristly pubes. My dick was rock hard and oozing precum but he ignored it
and instead focused on my balls, sucking first one into his mouth and then
the other. I so much wanted to lift my head and watch what he was doing but
he wanted me to keep my eyes closed so I did. He kissed his way down my
left leg, treated each one of my toes to a little blowjob and then came
back up my right leg. I could feel him climb up over me and straddle my
waist, a knee on either side. He sat on my cock, pressing it flat against
my stomach. He wiggled his butt a little.

"Okay, now I'm gonna put on the blindfold but I'll take out the gag. Maybe
it's just the combination that you can't handle."

He unfastened the dildo gag and took it out of my mouth. I gasped for
breath even though I hadn't been having any trouble breathing through my
nose before. It was all in my mind. I kept my eyes closed as he slid the
blindfold into place. I felt the bed shift as he lifted himself off me.

"I'm gonna unfasten your feet for a few minutes so I can play with your
hole. Don't try to run away."

He loosened the ankle restraints and bent my legs up, keeping them
spread. His left hand encircled my ball sac as his right hand began to
tickle my pucker. After a few minutes of that he lifted my legs, pressing
them up toward my chest. He had one arm across the back of my thighs,
keeping them up and I felt the tip of his tongue on my hole. He licked it
at first, then applied a little pressure and forced the tip in. He had
thoroughly relaxed me by that point so I opened up for him, letting his
tongue go further into me. He tongue-fucked me for a minute but it was
awkward because I couldn't use my arms to hold my legs out of the way. He
finally backed off and lowered my legs to the mattress again. He applied
some lube and continued to play with my hole with one hand. Then I felt
something larger press against it. I could tell it wasn't his head; I'd
experienced that often enough to know what it felt like. I realized that it
had to be a dildo of some kind.

He pushed it in a bit and I felt my pucker stretch to take it. It felt
harder than a cock and was large, maybe as thick as Carlos' dick. He slid
it into me so slowly that it seemed to take forever. I shivered as it
brushed my prostate. Finally it was all the way in. I expected him to start
fucking me with it but he just left it in place and then I felt him
re-fastening my ankles to the restraints.

Once again I felt a leg on either side of me only lower this time. He was
straddling my hips, sitting on my upper thighs. He took my cock in his
hand, pulled it upright and stroked it a few times. He put his dick up
against mine and held them together in one hand, stroking the two of
them. I knew I was hard and oozing precum and he probably was too. I felt
some cool lube being added to the mix and his hand slid up and down our
slick cocks. He dropped them after a minute and shifted his body forward a
bit. His hand then gripped me again but from a different angle. As he
slowly stroked me I felt my head grazing against something and realized it
was his ass crack. His butt was right over my dick.

He must have lowered himself just a bit because then I felt a bit of weight
on the head of my dick, pressing down on it, squeezing it a bit. The
squeezing sensation engulfed the whole head and slowly started moving down
the shaft. He was impaling himself on my hardon! After all this time I was
inside that hot little ass again! He continued down until he was sitting on
my hips, his ass cheeks resting on my balls. He clenched his ring a couple
of times, squeezing my dick even more.

Then I felt a hand on my balls moving lower. He fumbled with the base of
the dildo inside me and all of a sudden it began to vibrate. It was resting
against my prostate and it was almost like there were electric jolts going
through me. I was alternately moaning and gasping with pleasure.

"You like that, huh? I think I've got it set on medium. Don't want you
cumming before I've had a chance to go for a ride."

With that he lifted up until only my head was in him and then sat firmly
again. He sped up and got into a regular rhythm, riding me, using his
muscles to milk my dick as the vibrator stimulated my prostate. After a
couple of months of only being a bottom it felt so good to fuck again, even
if I was tied down on my back and blindfolded. The combination of the
vibrator inside me and his hot moist chute wrapped around me was
devastating. I was sure I wouldn't be able to last more than a few minutes
and I was right. Carlos must have realized it was going to be over soon
because I could hear him fisting his meat. I think I beat him to the finish
line and thrust my hips up him as much as I could as I shot into him. Less
than a second later I felt his ass pulsing around my dick and then jets of
hot jizz hit my face, neck and chest. He sat heavily on me and panted as we
both tried to catch our breath.

"Oh my God, that was fantastic, Carlos. That wasn't at all the kind of
thing I was expecting when we started."

"Yeah, it was pretty amazing. And to be honest it wasn't at all what I had
in mind for tonight." He nodded toward the bag on the floor. "I've got all
kinds of things to torture you with in there and wanted to try them all
out. But then when you got all worked up, I just couldn't do it. Sometimes
a little fear and suspense makes things work better for both of us, but you
just weren't into it tonight and probably would have freaked out on me. So
I decided we could have just as much fun being a little tender instead."

"You're not supposed to make it good for him, bro, you're supposed to be
making him freak out." Jose's voice came from the direction of the
doorway. "He's not your boyfriend, he's the asshole who fucked up your
job. This is revenge, not some fuckin' romance!"

"Get the fuck out of here, Jose. This is none of your business." There was
a long silence and I could just imagine the two of them glaring at each
other. "Go on, and close the door behind you."

The door slammed. I felt Carlos' weight shift slightly and he lifted the
blindfold off me. Even though it wasn't bright in the room I blinked my
eyes several times as they adjusted. Carlos reached under my balls and
flipped the switch on the vibrator, shutting it off. He then slowly lifted
himself off my softening dick, As he bent forward he started lapping up his
cum, using his tongue to clean up the mess he'd made on me. When he'd
licked up most of it he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me, pushing
some of his love juice into my mouth. He stretched out on top of me and
kissed me for a long time. He finally remembered I was fastened to the bed
and still had the vibrator up my ass so he got up and freed me, removing a
surprisingly large toy from my butt. He then cuddled up alongside me.

"Next time I'll try out those torture toys I bought. Maybe I'll have Jose
join us so he can see that I haven't gone totally soft on you."

I reached down and grabbed his dick. "Still feels kinda firm to me. But I'd
rather not be in the same room with Jose and implements of torture if you
don't mind."

"Maybe I'll just take pictures for him," Carlos grinned.

A member of her garden club hosted the cocktail party Anne and I went to
Sunday night, someone I didn't know well. I did know several of the other
guests, among them Matt and Sara. Anne spent most of the evening working
the crowd, dragging me along. Normally I would have preferred to stay off
to one side and talk with Matt, but I was a little uncomfortable being
around them while Anne was by my side. I needn't have worried,
however. They acted exactly as they always had with us, with no sign of any
change in my relationship with them. They were far better actors than I
was. Toward the end of the night we were saying our goodbyes when we got to
the Jorgensons. Matt and Sara both kissed Anne on the cheek, while Matt
shook my hand and Sara kissed me.

"Please give our best to that charming boy Carlos when you see him, Ryan,"
Sara whispered but not softly enough as I saw fire in Anne's eyes. She
didn't say anything until we were in the car.

"You introduced that colored boy to Matt and Sara?"

"I know you took a dislike to him but there's no need to call him that."

"Well, that's what he is, isn't he?" Anne's parents were quite racist
though they usually used politically correct language, in public
anyway. While I had grown up with some degree of prejudice myself and I'd
never championed any liberal social causes, terms like that offended me and
I'd made that clear to Anne way back in college so she usually watched what
she said.

"You know I don't like it when you talk that way. It's vulgar and it's
rude."

"And your little friend isn't?" She was quiet for a moment. "I assume he's
one of your Thursday night drinking buddies, Ryan. I wish you'd use that
time after work to associate with those who might help your career. Lisa
Burke's brother Stephen, for example. I can't control who you socialize
with in the city, but I do have a say in who you spend time with at home. I
just can't believe you'd bring someone like that out here and introduce him
to our friends. What will people think?"

"Stephen Garrison may be vice president of my division but he's a real
bore, dear. And he doesn't go out drinking with the staff anyway. But be
assured I wasn't trying to work Carlos into our social set. He and I ran
into the Jorgensons on the beach and they invited us back to their place
for dinner."

"And you took him?" She stared at me in disbelief. "They were just being
polite. I'm sure they didn't actually want him at their house."

"They did. They both took quite a shine to him. You heard what Sara just
said."

"When are you going to learn that no one means anything they say at these
parties? Haven't I taught you anything about polite society?"

"Yeah, I'd say I've learned a thing or two from you." 'None of it very
polite,' I thought.

"And what's that supposed to mean? I don't know what's gotten into you. You
haven't been yourself at all since I got home. Maybe next year you should
come down to North Carolina with me, weekends at least. Chaz manages to get
away. I'm sure you could, too."

"You know none of us would enjoy that. Better to keep things the way they
are."

We rode the rest of the way home in tense silence. I didn't know what was
on Anne's mind, but I was thinking about that last sentence. With all I had
gone through in the last few months, how long could things stay the way
they were?

To be continued.