Date: Thu, 7 Aug 2003 15:39:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sandy Hook, Ch. 2

This is a story of an unusual relationship between two men. If you are
under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex
between males sex is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story,
please leave. This story is completely fictional, as are all of the
characters. While the characters and their story are totally fictional,
some of the places mentioned really do exist.

Thank you, my friends, fellow writers, critics, editors and e-mailers. I
hope all of you reading this have as much fun with it as I had writing
it. The guys in this story are into being safe because they want to live a
long time. So should you.

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Monday

George

I got up early to check my email. Like a good boy, I'd done what Corey
demanded when I got home yesterday, sending him the information he asked
for. And now I was checking for instructions. What could he possibly want
to do to me? After all, what had I done to him? Yeah, I stared at him a
lot. And probably made him feel pretty uncomfortable. So he was pissed at
me and wanted to get even. So he'll probably come up with some way to make
me feel uncomfortable and call it even. I don't doubt that he'll make the
revenge worse than the offense, but then, the offense wasn't really much of
anything.

There was an email waiting for me from somebody named HotCorey@aol.com with
the subject line, Sandy Hook. Guess who?

'Good morning Mr. Parker,

I just wanted to remind you that you're mine. You've been a dirty old man
and a creep and you're gonna have to pay the price. From now on, you'll do
what I tell you to do. Don't worry, I'm not going to take over the bank or
get you fired. And I have no intention of hurting you, physically
anyway. But you're gonna pay, by doing as I say. For starters, until
further notice, you'll be going commando, free-balling. No underwear, in
case you're not up to date on the terminology. I'll be checking you at
least once a day to make sure. And if I catch you wearing anything under
your pants, no matter what the excuse, you will get an additional
punishment. I've attached a zip file with the pics I took yesterday. You're
very photogenic. Don't forget our date tonight. Oh yeah, be naked when I
get there. You're not to wear anything at home when I'm visiting you. And
no hiding behind the door when you let me in, just open wide for me. See
you at work.

Corey'

His tone was menacing, but his 'command' was pretty simple. Sounds like he
might want to just play with me for a bit. Maybe this won't be so bad. I
downloaded and opened the file he sent. God, it was so obvious what was on
my face and dick. He has a very good camera.

I went in to work with a very nervous feeling in my stomach. I hadn't been
able to eat anything. Our office is a small one. We open at 8:30, so
everyone has to be there at 8:15. I'm there at 8:00, to have my coffee and
let everyone in. As I open the door, I greet each employee by name and get
a variety of greetings back, depending on the kind of night each has
had. With Corey, it's always been the same.

"Good morning, Corey, how's it going?"

Grunt.

This morning, he was the third one in. I went through my usual greeting,
very nervously.

"Great! How's it going with you, George?"

"Okay, I guess."

All morning, he was polite and responsive when I had to talk to him. He
called me George, rather than Mr. Parker. At one point though, he really
threw me. I was behind the counter and he and Anita were working adjoining
windows. Anita is a black Hispanic teller somewhere around forty, one of my
favorites. She turned to him.

"So how was the beach yesterday, baby? Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, it was great. Just ask George."

Fuck! What did he mean by that?

"What do you mean?"

"I ran into George at the beach yesterday. He can tell you how great it
was."

"You go to the nude beach at Sandy Hook, George?"

"Yeah, Anita, I have on occasion for years. It's fun and a really good
beach."

Fortunately, a phone call made me go back to my desk and ended the
conversation. But from my desk, I could see Corey and Anita talking,
looking at me and laughing. My God, what was he telling her?


Corey

This is gonna be fun, but I have to do it just right. He's on edge,
expecting the worst, waiting for it to come at any time. So the trick is to
keep him there. For me to get my rocks off and to keep him expecting his
whole world to come crashing down at any minute. Serves him right for being
a dirty old man. I've decided to lighten up in the bank, talk to him like
the others, make him feel a bit loose about it all, but throw in a reminder
now and then. Like I said, send him mixed signals, keep him on edge.

I had a little fun with him and Anita. She had no idea what I was referring
to, but he did. And I kept him wondering. Today he takes early lunch and I
go late. I had to time my next move just right. Just before he was expected
back from lunch, I took the note I had printed last night over to his
desk. It said, in 24-point type,

' George, after work, please pick up a large vibrator, at least eight
inches long, if you don't already have one. And you might also want to get
a medium black butt plug. I know they're kind of small, but if you already
have a bigger one, that will do.'

There was no one around his desk. I waited until I could see he was almost
at the front door and stuck the note in the corner of his desk blotter, in
open sight, then slipped through the door and was behind to counter as he
walked in. He went right over to his desk and paled as he saw the note
lying there, out in the open, in huge type. He quickly slipped it into a
drawer and looked around for any signs that anyone had seen it. I was back
at my window by then. He glared at me. I gave him my sweetest smile.


George

Damn, what a risky stunt that was, leaving that note on my desk. Who knows
how long it was there and if anyone saw it. No one acted as if they had, so
maybe he left it there just before I came in. But I'm gonna need
tranquilizers if he keeps doing this. A few minutes later he left for
lunch. He stopped at Betty's desk, in front of mine, to chat for a
bit. Betty is in her late fifties and is everyone's mother. Just as he was
about to leave, he looked up at me.

"Catch you later, George."

"See you later, Corey."

As he left, Betty turned to me.

"He seems to be finally warming up to you, George. He's such a sweet boy. I
could never understand why he kept his distance from you. I guess maybe
he's just shy around other men."

"Yeah, maybe."

"I mean, he warmed up to Richard right away, but even though you're both
gay, in my book you a lot more of a man than Richard."

"Thanks, Betty, but Richard's an okay guy."

"Oh, I'm not saying he isn't. I like him and he can be very funny."

All through the conversation with Betty, my mind was racing forward to
tonight. An evening of pizza and beer? And an eight-inch vibrator and butt
plug? Looks like I'm going to be making a trip up Route 10 to the adult
bookstore after work.

I drove out to the store and went in hoping no one who knew me was driving
past. For someone who has been openly gay his entire adult life, I can be
very modest. Once inside, I started browsing the toy selection. I'd been
there a few times, mostly to cruise the video booths in the back when I got
really horny and desperate. I found the vibrators. Oh, great! They had
seven inch and nine inch. No eight inchers. And Corey had made it clear
that it had to be at least eight, so I had to go for the nine. Either that
or go to the larger store in Kenvil, but I didn't think I had time for
that. I can't imagine I'll be able to do anything with a nine inch one, but
I bought it.


Corey

I got to old man Parker's townhouse about ten to seven and waited in the
car for just the right moment. A few minutes later, I spotted this elderly
couple heading my way, out for their evening walk, I guess. I grabbed the
bag I had brought with me and hurried up to Parker's door. As they
approached, I rang the bell. Perfect timing. The door flew wide open with
naked Georgie standing there just as they passed. They both turned and
looked. The woman put her hand over her mouth and gasped, but didn't take
her eyes off him. The old man scowled and looked away. Parker grabbed my
arm and pulled me inside, slamming the door shut.

"Hey, that wasn't very nice, George."

"You timed that to embarrass me. I know them. They are my neighbors. I
don't know how I can face them again."

"Oh, don't be such a prude. You'll make up something to tell them. It's no
big deal. You got my note this afternoon?"

"God, how could you leave something like that on my desk? Anyone could have
seen it."

"Get used to it Georgie. From now on, you're living on the edge. Just relax
and get over it. You have nothing to say about it anyway, so just go with
the flow. Did you get the beer and the toys?"

"Yeah, I've got both. The only pizzeria open on Monday is Pizza Hut. Do you
want me to call them?

"In a while. Get a couple of beers and then we'll get you ready. Then we
can order the pizza. They do deliver, don't they?"

"Yeah. But what do you mean, get me ready?"

"Get the beers and I'll tell you."


George

I got a couple of bottles out of the refrigerator and came back to
Corey. It felt so demeaning with him totally dressed and me naked. But I
had no choice.

"Let's go to your bathroom of choice, Georgie. You need a shower."

" What do you mean? I took one this morning. "

Corey sighed.

"When are you going to stop questioning me? When I say something, I mean
it. You just do it. It's not open to discussion."

So I led him up to the bathroom connected to my bedroom. It has a whirlpool
bathtub and a large stall shower. He carried the paper bag he came in with.

"Okay, George, spread some towels out on the floor and then take a quick
shower. You don't have to really wash, just get wet from your neck down."

I grabbed a couple of towels from the linen closet and covered the floor,
then stepped into the shower and got wet. Corey leaned against the sink and
watched.

"Good enough. Come out and stand in front of me."

I turned off the shower and did what he demanded, wondering what was going
on. I knew when he reached in the bag and pulled out a can of shaving cream
and a razor.

"In about fifteen minutes, there won't be a hair on your body beneath your
chin. Then you'll see that you are the boy."

I panicked. Not that I haven't occasionally trimmed my pubes or shaved my
balls. In fact, I shaved them before going to the beach yesterday. But my
whole body?

"C'mon, Corey. The bank picnic is on Sunday. I'll be wearing shorts and a
short-sleeved shirt. And I usually go swimming. You can't do this to me
this week."

"Oh shit, I forgot about the picnic. I haven't been to one. What's it like?
I mean, there's only nine of us."

"It's more than just our branch. It's employees from all of the branches in
the county, and their dates, or spouses, and kids. A whole lot of
people. It's held at a country club and they provide the picnic food and
drinks, plus we get to use the tennis courts and swimming pool. It's a lot
of fun. Carlos and I went every year."

"You took your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, right from the start. It seemed the natural thing to do. He's so
charming everyone loved him. And he probably ended up knowing more people
than me, because I tend to be shy."

Wow! He may be an old letch, but he's got balls. Taking his boyfriend to
the company picnic all those years ago when he wasn't in management? I
don't think I could do that today.

"Okay, I'm a nice guy and can be reasonable. I'll leave your arms and legs
alone. Maybe we'll do them next week. But the rest goes. I hope you realize
how generous I'm being."

Corey


I started spreading the shaving cream over his wet chest and stomach and
then began shaving him with long careful strokes. He objected when I
started on his armpits. I relented, knowing he'd be swimming. You see, I am
really a nice guy. The pubes took the most time. I wish I had brought
scissors to cut the hair short before shaving. But he didn't have really
bushy pubic hair, so it wasn't so bad. And I didn't have to touch his
balls, since he'd done them himself yesterday. The most fun was his ass. I
made him bend over and spread his cheeks. Then I squirted a lot shaving
cream right at his hole. I spread it up and down his crack and went to
town, shaving every last little hair from his butt. It made me wonder about
my own ass. I don't think I have any hair down there, but I haven't really
paid that much attention. I'll have to check it out when I get home. I had
him get in the shower and rinse.

"Looks like we're done. Though I don't think I can call you Mr. Parker
again, now that you look like a boy. Dry off while I go downstairs and call
Pizza Hut."

I went down and called in the order. He came down a few minutes later
looking so naked. Without the hair, I realized what a really nice chest and
abdomen he had. Damn, he's got a good body. I gotta start working on mine,
or I'll never look that good when I'm his age.

"The pizza will be here in a few minutes. I hope you realize you're
paying. It's $12.00, plus tip."

"Yeah, Corey, I realize that I'm paying for everything."

"I only mention it to spare you embarrassment. After all, you're going to
have to go to the door, take the pizza, pay for it and tip the kid just the
way you are. So you might want to have exact change ready. See how nice I
am?"

"I can't open the door to a stranger in the nude, especially shaved. And
probably a teenager."

"Sure you can, Georgie. You'll think of something to say."

The doorbell rang. He looked through the peephole-the pizza kid. He grabbed
his wallet. All he had were a few twenties. He asked if I could break a
twenty. I could but said no. Well, the kid was not only going to see a
weird nude show but get a great tip. George opened the door. The kid's eyes
widened. George grabbed the box and shoved a twenty at him.

"Sorry, you caught me just out of the shower. Keep the change."

The old man's a good sport. I'll bet he's really pissed at me by now, but
he's not showing it. We sat at the counter in the kitchen and had our pizza
and another beer. And talked about normal things.

"So what do you want to do with your life, Corey?"

"I don't know. It seems like business is where the money is. I've got an
A.A. degree in business from County College, but you probably know that. In
the fall, I'm going to school at night for my B.A. By the time I get that,
I'll have some pretty good experience in banking and be able to move on
toward an M.B.A."

"Sounds like a plan. I started out in this business with a B.A. in
philosophy. It got me a job, but hasn't moved me along very far. I think I
do a good job, and so does the bank, but I'm not aggressive, so I haven't
moved up the way some others have."

"You must know by now that I don't like you for personal reasons, but I'll
have to admit that you are the one person at the bank who I can come to
with any question and get an answer. If you don't have the answer, you find
it. You are a real professional."

"Thanks. It's odd. I almost never hear that from management, but I hear it
from someone who is blackmailing and dominating me."

"I told you before, George, you really made me feel lousy the way your eyes
devoured me when I first started at the bank. I have to work that
through. I've had enough pizza, let's go upstairs."


George

I led him back up to my bedroom.

"You've got the perfect bed. This is gonna be so much fun. Lie down across
it on your back, with your head just slightly over the side."

I did as he asked. Funny, they sound like requests, but I know they are
orders. I have a four-poster king sized bed with a substantial
headboard. The posts at the foot of the bed are very short, with no
footboard at all. I lay down as he requested. He reached into his paper bag
again and pulled out some short pieces of rope. He took one and tied one
end to my right wrist and the other end to the post on the headboard. He
took another and tied one end to my left wrist and the other end to the
small post at the foot of the bed. He took two more pieces of rope from the
bag and tied them around my ankles. I thought he would tie them to the
other two posts, leaving me spread-eagled.  Instead, he pulled my right leg
up and back and tied the roped to the same post my right arm was tied
to. He did the same to my left leg. This left me on my back, doubled over,
ass in the air.

"Corey, this is really uncomfortable. What are you doing?"

 "Don't worry, you're gonna love it. Well, maybe you won't, but I will and
you have no choice, so you really ought to try to enjoy it."

He got on the bed behind me and squirted some lube on my hole. Then he
started working it in with his fingers. He kept switching fingers, I never
knew which finger he had in me or even how many. But it felt good. Then I
heard and felt the vibrating head or the toy I had purchased today. I knew
there was no way I could take anything that big. But between all of the
loosening up Corey had done and the vibrating, it finally slid in. It hurt
a bit at first, but the vibration was so relaxing. Before I knew it, Corey
had the whole nine inches buried in me. I thought he was going to fuck me
with it, but once it was in, he just left it there and climbed off the
bed. He reached in the bag again and pulled out the digital camera. He must
have taken 5 pictures of me tied up, bent double with a vibrator in my
ass. For one, he pulled it almost all the way out, just to show how big it
was.

"I had your ass yesterday, and loved it, but today I want your mouth. But
first I wanted to make sure your ass wasn't feeling neglected. Now just
lean your head back over the edge of the bed, open your mouth and I'll fuck
you. I want to caution you to watch your teeth. Any scraping and I will
have to think up some additional punishment."


Corey


He let his head fall over the edge of the bed and opened his mouth. Ah, a
perfect straight line down his throat. I just hoped his throat would open
up. I stood over his face, opened my fly, pulled out my dick and fed it
into his mouth, all the while looking down at the vibrator doing it's job
in his ass pussy.

As soon as I put my dick in his mouth, he started to suck. Old habits are
hard to break.

"You don't have to suck. I'm just going to fuck your mouth and throat. It's
just a hole for me to use. You don't have to do anything."

I slid in about five inches and hit the narrowing of his throat. I gently
pumped a couple of times, but kept hitting the same spot. I pulled out of
him.

"Got any poppers, Georgie?"

"In the drawer of the stand on the other side of the bed."

I went around the bed and opened the drawer. An interesting assortment of
stuff. A cock ring, a porn magazine, some condoms, a tube of KY and other
grooming junk. I dug through and found the little brown bottle. I grabbed
it and slipped the cock ring into my pocket.

I held his head up and had him deeply inhale the poppers a couple of
times. Then I lowered his head back into position and stuck my dick into
his mouth again. This time it slid all the way in. So I pumped into his
mouth, playing with and torturing his nipples, looking at the end of the
vibrator sticking out of his ass, tapping it occasionally, pulling it out
and shoving it back in now and then. It wasn't long before I was pouring my
seed down his throat. I hope he got to taste it, because I think he's gonna
get a lot more, but I think most of it went right from my cock down his
throat.

I pulled out of his mouth. The vibrator kept buzzing up his ass. I untied
his legs and lowered them to the bed. I turned off the vibrator and pulled
it out of him, took it in the bathroom and washed it off.

Then I went back into the bedroom and untied his arms.

"You are a really hot fuck at both ends, George. Sorry you didn't cum this
time, but we'll have lots more opportunities."

"What do you want from me Corey? An apology? Okay, I'm sorry I stared at
you so much. But you shouldn't be offended. It was a compliment. You're
beautiful. I'm sure lots of people, men and women, stare at you a lot. But
they are not forced to spend over thirty hours a week in the same room as
you, the way I am so you don't notice them."

"I don't want anything. And I want everything. Whatever. When I know,
you'll know. Just be ready. Let's go downstairs for another beer before I
leave."


George

I stood up, feeling stiff and sore from having been tied in that
uncomfortable position for over half an hour. My ass felt really empty
after he removed the monster vibrator I never thought he would get in there
in the first place. Corey put his dick back in his pants and left the
room. I followed him downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed two beers from
the fridge and sat next to him at the counter.

"There's more pizza. I could heat it up if you like."

Why was I being so nice to him?

"Thanks, George, but I don't think so. I've had what I wanted. You know,
you were really good up there. I know you have no choice in this, but you
didn't object to anything. That's a first. And you're a really good fuck."

"I guess I've resigned myself to it. You know I'm attracted to you. And I
like you. So I really don't mind having sex with you, even if I have no
control over it. But tell me, how long is this going to go on?"

"I don't know, George. Right now, I'm having more fun than I can ever
remember. So it'll go on as long as it keeps being fun. I've gotta go
now. Thanks for the pizza and beer. And thanks for being such a great
host. See you tomorrow."