Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2006 14:01:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Turn, Chapter 3

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enough to always play safe.

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
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, but be forewarned that this is a
darker and more sexual story than my usual. The author retains all rights.
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consent. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.


Chapter 3

I sat on the train home looking out the window, thinking about what I'd
done to Carlos. What was he to me, really? Did I really think of Carlos as
a friend? Or was it just sex between us? What was I doing getting involved
with him anyway? I thought about my sexual history up until I met
him. Totally heterosexual and lots of fun. I thought about Anne. Our
marriage wasn't bad. It worked for both of us. I cared for her and we got
along all right. And we had a decent sex life. No complaints on my part
anyway.

But sex with Carlos was something else. It was wild, like animals
mating. It was so physical, so forceful, so aggressive. It could be tender
at times but for the most part it was two men tearing into each other's
bodies. Now and then he talked about all of the wild sex he had, the
seemingly unlimited number of guys he'd been with. I loved to hear about
his escapades but always felt a bit jealous. At the time I was never sure
if I was jealous because it wasn't me with him or because it wasn't me
doing what he was. When I thought about it I realized that although the
idea of uninhibited sex with a huge number of guys was a turn on, I was
very happy just doing it with Carlos.

But there was more to Carlos than that. As much as I lived for those
Thursday afternoons in his bed, I loved the hour or so before in Rick's bar
drinking and talking. He was unlike anyone I'd ever known. Yeah, he was a
hedonist; he seemed willing to try anything if he thought it could be
pleasurable. But he was a bright, witty guy too. He was well-informed, had
an interesting view of the world which was so different from mine and was a
joy to talk to. I cared about what he said and how he felt and I sensed he
cared about me too. And now I'd fucked it all up. Maybe he'd been a good
friend to me but I sure hadn't been a friend to him.

I just drifted through the weekend. Anne and I had a small dinner party
Saturday night and I had a little too much to drink but at least I didn't
embarrass myself. Sunday we met our friends Matt and Sara for brunch and
then went to a show of miniature oil paintings at a local art gallery. A
nice, normal married weekend. But I couldn't stop thinking about Carlos.

Monday morning Carlos brought the mail into my office as usual, but in
silence. He didn't even make eye contact, just dropped the mail, turned and
left. He did the same thing Tuesday and Wednesday. Thursday, I tried to
talk to him.

"Carlos, please don't be like this. I'm sorry. I know what I did was
terribly wrong but I made a mistake and I can't undo it."

He just glared at me and walked out without a word. Every day it was the
same. He dropped off the mail as if I wasn't there and left. I didn't try
to talk to him again after that. But my mornings were shot. From the time I
got in until he delivered the mail I dreaded his appearance, then afterward
I stewed over it for a while. After a couple of weeks it really became an
obsession with me. I just had to figure out a way to get through to him.

One morning, a few minutes after he made his mail delivery, I went into the
men's room and there he was, standing at the urinal like that first
time. As the door opened he glanced my way, then quickly looked back at the
wall in front of him. I stepped up to the urinal next to him and tried to
talk to him.

"Carlos, talk to me. I can't take this."

"Don't you get it? I don't want to talk to you, ever."

He finished pissing in silence. Of course, I couldn't go; I just stood
there with my dick in my hand. I looked down at his without even meaning
to. As I looked back up, he was staring at me.

"You still want it, don't you? Is that what this is all about? You don't
give a shit about me, you just want my dick."

"No Carlos, that's not it at all."

"Yeah, right. Well, if you want it, here it is. Get on your knees and suck
it."

He stepped back into the middle of the room and held out his nearly hard
cock. I couldn't resist. He was at least speaking to me and offering that
dick that I loved so much. It was like I was in a trance. I walked over and
knelt down in front of him. I kissed the head of his beautiful black rod
and ran my tongue around it. Then, stretching my mouth as wide open as I
could, I managed to take the head and about half his dick into me. I began
bobbing up and down on the half I could handle, sucking and slurping and
licking. With one hand he stroked the part I couldn't fit into my mouth at
the same pace I was sucking him. With his other hand he gently squeezed his
balls. He was moaning and muttering in Spanish. Even with my extremely
limited knowledge of the language, I could figure out a few words, like
'whore', 'faggot' and 'cocksucker'. In only a couple of minutes, I felt his
whole body stiffen and his cock swell in me. He started shooting volley
after volley of hot cum in my mouth. I had to swallow as fast as I could to
keep up with him, to keep it from leaking out of my mouth. When he finally
finished, he pulled his dick out of my mouth, wiped it across my face a
couple of times, put in back in his pants and zipped up.

He patted me gently on the head, said "Good boy," and walked out. There I
was, alone on my knees in the men's room, my dick sticking up out of my
fly, cum smeared across my face. I quickly moved into a booth and jerked
myself off, cumming in seconds I was so turned on.

As I straightened myself up, it sunk in just what I had done and where I
was. Anyone could have walked in on us. What had come over me to act that
way here? Getting caught on my knees blowing the mail clerk would surely
kill my career. And what did this all mean? Had he forgiven me? Maybe, but
he hadn't acted like it.

The next day when he brought the mail in I opened my mouth to say something
but he just cut me off with a glare. I waited a few minutes after he left
and headed for the men's room, hoping that I'd run into him there
again. Sure enough, the mail cart was outside the door and he was at the
urinal. This time he backed off right away and I went down on my knees
without a word. I sucked him until he shot his load in me and then he
walked out after patting me on the head. This scene repeated itself every
day for a week. I knew what a chance I was taking but I couldn't stop
myself. I needed him. I knew I needed more than just his dick but I took
what I could get. I couldn't stay away.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more. Thursday morning he brought the mail
in and as he dropped it in my 'In' basket I grabbed his wrist.

"Can we talk, Carlos? I really need to talk to you."

He hesitated and just stared at for a few seconds.

"Okay. Why don't we go for a drink after work? I'll meet you out
front. Better call wifey and tell her you'll be late."

Yes! I thought I'd finally broken through. I knew he liked me before. And I
knew what I'd done was horrible so he had a right to be pissed. But I was
sure he wouldn't hold a grudge forever. I thought maybe he was finally
getting over it but he made no attempt to even act friendly when we met out
front. We took the bus up to the Village in silence and walked to
Rick's. Rick looked a little surprised to see me but quickly served our
drinks.

"You're the one who wanted to talk, Ryan. So go ahead, talk. What have you
got to say for yourself that you haven't already said?"

He didn't sound like he was over it or even in a forgiving mood, but I
still felt a little optimistic. After all, if there wasn't a chance of
resolving this, why did he bring me all the way up here?

"I've pretty much said it all before, Carlos. I'm sorry. I spoke without
thinking. Knowing how much you drive me crazy, I panicked at the idea of
working around you. I wasn't sure I could handle it. But I didn't think of
how much I was hurting you. When I realized what I'd done I tried to change
it but it was too late. I really do like you. I want to be your friend if
you'll give me a second chance. I'll do anything to make up for
it. Anything. Just tell me what I can do. Tell me what you want."

He just sat there in silence for a while, sipping his beer, staring into
the mirror on the wall behind the bar, not even looking at me. Finally, he
turned on his stool and faced me.

"Okay, Ryan. You want a second chance. You want to make up for what you've
done. You want to be my friend. Here's what you're going to do. First,
you're going to help me get a better job. I can't apply for anything else
at the bank until January so I'll have to look somewhere else until
then. I'm going to give you my resume. You have a week to fix it up, make
me sound like a god. If you can't do it right, go to one of those
professional services and pay to have it done. And you'll write me a
fantastic letter of recommendation. You're going to pay for an employment
agency to see what they can find for me. If I haven't landed something
great by the end of the year, you're going to pull every string you can at
work to make sure I get the next job I post for."

"No problem, Carlos. I'll help you any way I can."

"I'm not finished, not by a long shot. You know, this job promotion isn't
just about my ego, just about ambition. Sure, I hate being stuck in a job
that's beneath me and I want to get started on a real career, but you cost
me a lot of money when I lost that position. So I think that until I get a
better job, it would only be fair for you to pay my share of the rent on
the apartment."

Damn! I hadn't even thought about that aspect of this whole thing. I made
so much more than I needed so to me money was more of an indication of how
well my career was going, how much power I had at work. My salary was an
ego thing. I hadn't realized how much Carlos might have needed the extra
money I cost him. Carlos signaled to Rick for another round.

"Okay, I'll help you out until you get a raise. I make plenty and control
our finances so Anne won't notice anything."

"Great. A couple more things. Don't think that we're back to being friends
again. You're going to have to earn that, to earn my trust. That may take a
while. You said you'd do anything. I want to see if you mean it, to see how
much my friendship means to you."

"I said anything and I meant it. I really do want to be friends again,
Carlos."

"You may regret saying that but at this point I don't really care. You want
to be friends. You also want sex with me. That's been a big part of our
relationship and I know how much you like it. So we'll have lots of sex,
but on my terms. You want a physical relationship. You'll get one. But from
now on, when we're together, I'm in charge. You'll do what I say, when I
say. I own your body."

"I really want you but I don't know if I like the sound of that,
Carlos. Remember, I've got limitations. I'm a married man."

"Believe me, I'm aware of your limitations. Like I said once before, you're
lucky I'm a nice guy, nicer than you from what I've seen. What do you think
would happen to you if I told Mr. Randall about the blowjobs in the men's
room? For that matter, what do you think your wife would say about the
evenings you've spent fucking my ass and sucking my cock? I could get you
in a lot of trouble but I haven't, because I'm a nice guy. This is just
between you and me."

Shit! I'd always known the risk I was taking in pursuing this relationship
with Carlos, but I'd ignored it because I trusted him and I wanted him so
bad. But hearing him say it made me realize how easily he could really fuck
me up. He didn't have any proof of anything, but just being accused would
cause hell in my life.

"So if I do what you say, you'll keep this between us?"

"You're making this sound like blackmail. I'm not threatening you with
anything. I'm just making you an offer. If you want sex it will be on my
terms. Any time you want to stop, just say so. The sex will end, the after
work drinks will end, the talking will end. You'll still have to help me
with a new job and pay my rent because you owe me that much, but our
friendship, if you want to call it that, will be over."

I wasn't sure I could trust him but I had no choice. And once we were in
bed again I knew we could get back to where we'd once been. After all, you
can't make love to someone you hate. And if for some reason it didn't work
out, I could end it and we'd be no worse off than now.

"Okay, Carlos, you've got a deal. You'll see I mean it when I say I want to
make it up to you. You'll see how much I care."

"Maybe you're the one who will see, 'sir'. That really doesn't seem the
right way to address you anymore. Maybe I should call you boy to remind you
what a little man you are."

I cringed. "So where do we go from here, Carlos?"

"What time did you tell the little woman you'd be home?"

"I didn't give her a time. I just said I'd be late and not to wait dinner
for me. I don't have to rush home."

"You were pretty optimistic, weren't you?"

"Not really. I was hoping we'd get this resolved, but if we didn't I
figured I'd probably want to stop for a couple of drinks at the bar at Penn
Station before going home."

"Well, let's have another drink and then we'll go over to the apartment and
see how good you're going to be."

When we got to the apartment Jose was sitting on the couch in his boxers
reading the paper. Damn, he was muscular and solid looking. He might have
been a couple of inches shorter than me but I wouldn't want to mess with
him.

"Looks like you two kissed and made up. Carlos is a lot more forgiving than
I would be."

"I'm not that easy, amigo. We're still working on it."

"Well, let me know if you need any help, Carlos."

"Maybe next time, Jose. He's all mine tonight."

We went into the bedroom and Carlos closed the door. We undressed in
silence. I dropped my clothes on the floor and he put his on the desk chair
beside the bed. He had me lie down on the bed on my stomach with my legs
spread a bit. I was more than a little alarmed. He couldn't possibly be
thinking he could fuck me. There was no way that huge club would fit up my
ass. Just the thought of it made me clench my hole tight. I felt the
mattress move as he crawled onto the bed behind me. I felt his hands on my
cheeks, squeezing them. He spread them and I jumped as he touched my tight
hole. Then I realized that both of his hands were still kneading my cheeks
and the touch I felt had been his tongue. He licked lightly up and down my
crack, stopping to pay a little extra attention to my puckered anus. He
finally zeroed in on it and began tonguing it, licking it, sucking it. He
tried to thrust his tongue inside me. Damn what he was doing was good. If
this was an example of the way he was going to dominate our sex life I was
all for it. Just as I was starting to think he was somehow managing to get
his whole tongue up my ass he stopped.

"Enough of that for now. I don't want you cumming just yet. Maybe I don't
want you to cum at all tonight. We'll see. For now, roll over and lie with
your head hanging a little over the edge of the bed. It's time we worked on
your deep throat technique."

I did as he said and he got off the bed, walked around it and stood over my
head.

"Now, let your head hang back a bit so that your neck is stretched out in a
straight line. Yeah, that's it. Now open your mouth and try to relax. I
know it's an awkward position, but try."

With that he pushed the head of his dick into my mouth. I don't know how
much he had in when he hit the back of my throat and I gagged.

"Easy. I'm just gonna press lightly against that spot a few times without
trying to go any further. Concentrate on the feel of it and try to control
your gag reflex. I'm not going to force anything. There's no need for you
to gag in defense. Just relax. Get used to feeling my dick in the back of
your throat."

He withdrew it an inch or so and slowly pressed it back in, stopping as
soon as he met resistance. He repeated that over and over. Maybe the sixth
time I didn't gag and he stopped with his dick pressing against the
spot. It didn't bother me; it almost started to feel as if it belonged
there.

"Now breathe deeply and slowly through your nose. Relax."

I followed his instructions and after a few breaths I felt a tiny bit more
pressure at the entrance to my throat. It was so little I thought maybe I
was imagining it because I was expecting it. All of a sudden I realized
that his head was in my throat and I felt it sliding further in. I kept
trying to relax my muscles as I felt him go deeper into me. I started to
take another deep breath and couldn't do it. He had gone so deep that he
had reached the point where he was cutting off my air supply.

"Don't panic, babe. You can hold your breath for a few seconds. I'll pull
out soon."

He slid in just a bit more and then withdrew a couple of inches. I started
breathing again.

"Okay, now take a deep breath and hold it."

I did as he said and he slid back in, going deeper this time. He pulled
back out and I took a breath.

"Just match my rhythm and you won't have any trouble breathing, Ryan."

I took a breath and he pushed back in. This time I felt his balls on my
nose. He was in all the way. That long fat dick was buried down my
throat. He only left it in a second and then started slowly pumping in and
out of me, gradually picking up speed. In no time he was truly fucking my
face. He leaned over me and put his hands on the bed on either side of my
waist and began thrusting his hips at me forcing his dick deep into me. My
throat was sore and hurting a bit but at the same time I felt a little
thrill that I was finally doing it, finally taking the whole thing. I'd
been trying for weeks and not getting anywhere. I had craved having that
big cock down my throat and I'd done it! He began to breathe more heavily
and with one final forceful thrust he lodged himself deep inside me. I felt
his dick expand inside me, stretching my throat even more and then it began
to pulse. He was shooting his seed deep within me.

As he finished pumping his load down my throat he gradually withdrew. I had
been so focused on his orgasm inside me that I hadn't even realized I was
holding my breath the whole time. As he pulled his dick out of my mouth I
got a taste of his cum.

"Nice job, Ryan, I knew you could do it. It'll get easier with practice."

Carlos went over to the desk and fumbled around in a drawer while I lay
there and caught my breath.

"Okay, boy, let me get at that ass of yours again. For a white guy you've
got a nice bubble butt. I'd like to lose myself in that for a while."

I rolled over again and he put a pillow under my hip so my butt was up in
the air a bit. Then he dove back in, spreading my cheeks with his hands,
pressing his face into my crack, forcing his tongue up inside me. After the
strenuous workout on my throat it felt so good to just lie there and be
serviced. He rimmed me for a while and then pulled off and I felt a cold
touch at my hole.

"Relax, Ryan, I just want to play with your hole a bit, show you a
different kind of a good time. There are pleasures you've never even
dreamed of."

I felt something push up inside my chute. It wasn't very big but felt
uncomfortable.

"Take it easy, babe. It's only a finger and it's got plenty of lube on
it. Just enjoy the feeling."

He pushed his finger in and out of me a little, then stopped, and I felt
his fingertip rubbing something sensational inside me.

"That's your prostate. Feels good, doesn't it? It's sort of like that
g-spot they're always talking about in women. I could make you cum just by
massaging it but I won't, not yet."

He continued to fuck my ass with his finger, twirling it around, poking it
in all different directions. Soon it wasn't uncomfortable at all and every
now and then he hit my prostate and it was great. On one of his thrusts
into me I felt a bit of discomfort again.

"Take it easy, Ryan. I just put in a second finger. You're plenty loose so
it shouldn't hurt."

He began twisting the two fingers as he pushed them into me and pulled them
out. He reached around toward my head with his other hand. He handed me a
small brown bottle.

"Take a deep whiff of this, Ryan. You'll get a terrific rush and it will
make everything feel great."

"What is it?"

"Poppers. You'll love it. Trust me. Put the bottle up under your nose and
inhale, then hold it in."

I did as he told me, once again. After holding it in a few seconds I felt a
dizzying rush and relaxed. At the same time I felt him pushing a third
finger into my ass. He kept working his fingers into me, turning, twisting,
spreading them, thrusting them in and out. Every time he hit my prostate I
thought I was going to cum.

"Take another big hit of the poppers, Ryan."

As I inhaled a deep breath he took his fingers out of me and for a second I
felt terribly empty. I hadn't realized how good he was making me feel. But
I was only empty a second. Just as the rush hit my brain I felt the
pressure at my back door and sighed with relief as I felt him start to
enter me again. Then I suddenly realized he wasn't using his
fingers. Something much larger and blunter was pressing against my hole,
pushing into me. It was the head of his dick; he was trying to force that
huge tool into me. I tried to pull up off the bed.

"Relax, Ryan. Push out with your ass ring. Use more poppers. I stretched
you a lot with my fingers; this shouldn't hurt. You can do it."

I held the bottle under my nose and kept breathing the fumes in, pushing
out with my muscles as he said. The head popped into me and there was this
searing pain that shot through me.

"Stop! It hurts! It hurts real bad. Stop pushing."

"Don't worry. I won't go any further. The hardest part is over. I'll just
stay put and let you get used to the feeling. Try some more
poppers. They'll help you relax."

With the pain that hit me when he first went in I thought there was no way
I could relax. It felt like he was splitting me in two. But very gradually
the pain did begin to subside. It was still an incredibly full, stretched
feeling but it didn't hurt.

"That's better, babe. I can feel your muscles are less tense. Does it still
hurt?"

"No, it's uncomfortable, but the pain is gone."

He gently started to push his thick rod into me. The head was in and I felt
the shaft slowly slide in. It got slightly thicker near the base and I felt
a continuous stretching as he impaled me on his cock. Finally, he was lying
on my back, his huge dick completely sunk in my ass.

"I'm going easy on you because I know it's your first time. I plan to have
a lot of fun in this ass and the better it is for you the better it is for
me. Once you realize that you can enjoy it too you'll find it easier to
relax. Of course, my pleasure is what I'm aiming for here, but I'm sure
you'll learn to like it, too."

With that he lifted himself off my back and began to pump his big black
piston in and out of my hole. With each thrust he rubbed against my
prostate. As uncomfortably full as I felt I loved that feeling inside when
he hit my nut. It still felt like I had a telephone pole up my ass but that
pole was hitting the magic spot inside me. He found a steady rhythm and
kept on fucking. He'd just cum down my throat twenty minutes earlier so he
was taking his time. His continual pumping had me on the verge of
shooting. Carlos must have sensed it.

"Don't cum, Ryan. This is for me, not for you. You can cum later when you
get home. Besides, I don't want you making a mess on my bed."

He picked up the pace of his fucking and thrust his dick into me as hard as
he could. It was still very uncomfortable but there was something I liked
about it. After another ten minutes he tensed up and made one final,
forceful push into me. His dick began throbbing as he shot his second load
of the night into me. I had to grab my dick and squeeze it tight to keep
from cumming all over the bed. Carlos just lay on top of me for a minute
catching his breath, then lifted himself up and slowly withdrew his club
from my ass. I felt so empty I was sure my hole must be gaping open. He
lightly smacked my right cheek as he got off the bed.

"You've got a great ass, boy. I could play in it all night. Next time I
won't be so gentle. And maybe I'll let Jose have sloppy seconds, if you can
handle him."

I turned over and looked up at him.

"You mean he's bigger than you?"

"A couple of inches shorter, but really thick. Ever hear the expression
'beer can'? That's about the size of it, a tall beer can. You know you're
being fucked when that thing is in you."

"I think yours might just be my limit. I'll probably have to stand on the
train all the way home tonight. No way I could take anything bigger."

"Oh, I'm sure you can. And I'm sure you will, too."


To be continued...