Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2024 13:52:05 +0000 From: peter Subject: Detour Into Depravity - Chapter 15 Previously: Pete and Nick spend their first night together and Pete rediscovers the pleasures of being in charge. Author's note: A special thanks to reader and friend, Andro, who was the inspiration for Nick in this story. He was a valuable sounding board as I, Pete, wrestled with the dilemma that the character Pete is faced with. Thank you, Andro, for your wisdom and friendship. I won't forget you. I urge you to contact me with your thoughts: psorenson9@hotmail.com And make sure you contribute to Nifty to keep these great stories coming: http://donate.nifty.org. Detour -- Chapter 15 I don't know how much I actually slept that night. Nick was quietly snoring on my chest in a matter of minutes, but I wanted to stay awake and savor what had happened. In my arms, sleeping peacefully was the sexiest, most handsome young man in Dallas. And he--at least for now--was mine. All mine. His proclamation of "Daddy" in the heat of passion was the exclamation point. It jolted me back to reality, both emotionally and sexually. Everything became clear: while my bout of submission had had its kinky upside, I was born to mentor, guide and lead. Nick, by his own admission, longed to serve and be led. He valued my business experience, but it went well beyond that. In me was someone he could follow, respect, and emulate. Every breath he took as he laid on my chest signaled his trust in me. During our brief time together, he looked to me for all the overt signs of leadership, including, and perhaps most importantly, sexual leadership. I hesitate to call it domination as that connotes a level of kink I wasn't necessarily looking for. I relished being back in control and he clearly got off on submitting to me. But unlike my strange detour of the past several weeks, I felt I owed him sexual satisfaction and took pleasure in giving it to him. And I was now the one in charge. I could've laid there all night and contemplated this, but it seemed to be getting close to sunrise. More awake than asleep, my cock responded to what my brain was thinking and was now at full attention. Nick's body was pressed entirely up against mine, including his still soft cock. If he even moved his arm or leg a little, he'd graze my telephone post-sized dick and I was concerned he'd interpret that as a harsh come-on. Of course I wouldn't object to that, but my feelings weren't about sex at this moment. They were about Nick. As expected, I felt him stir, just a bit. He momentarily awoke, seemed to take stock of his surroundings, and then allowed himself fall back asleep on me. In fact, he burrowed into me even more intimately, assuring me I had made the right call last night. He knew where he was and was at peace; in fact, he doubled down by embracing me even more tightly. That gave me more time to reflect. Damn, these last few weeks were insane. Was I glad I did it? Kind of. It gave me a chance to abandon the conventions that had driven me my entire adult life. I've always been the guy in charge, making decisions, leading companies, barking orders. I've loved it; it's what I do. I couldn't have remotely anticipated what would happen with Charles and Jack, but when it did, it seemed like a vacation from responsibility. With them, I never had to make a decision. They told me where to be, what to do, and if I'd get to cum (to which the answer was usually `no'). As arousing as I found that lifestyle, I was quickly coming to the conclusion it wasn't something I could sustain. My DNA is to lead, not to be led. To call the shots, not be told what to do. In fact, the happiest time of my life were the years I spent with Pook, when I was unquestionably the guy in charge. Athletically, we were both intensely competitive, but I called all the shots beyond that. I helped him launch a successful career in academia, I taught him the finer things in life, and, with a couple notable exceptions, I was completely dominant in our sexual lives. Pook was a rock-star athlete, but he loved nothing better than to sexually submit to me. He relished being used as much as I relished using him. Importantly, it never got kinky...well, for the most part. But there was never a question about who was in control. All those feelings came pouring back last night. Nick wasn't a replacement for Pook, but he tapped into my natural tendencies to nurture and grow young men. And yes, to be in charge sexually. That realization caused me to give Nick a slight squeeze, if for no other reason than to remind myself that he was still there, safe in my arms. When I did, he groaned slightly and burrowed ever further into me, rolling slightly so that now he was nearly laying on top of me. I was torn. Part of me wanted to wake him up so we could enjoy our first day together, the other part of me wanted to roll him on his back, lay on top of him and do again exactly what we did last night. My dick was so hard I was afraid the latter might win, but I didn't want to scare him away. He was too important to me to allow him to think I was just looking for a handsome young fuck buddy. Nick made up my mind for me. He stirred for a third time, but this time it was for real. He had woken up. He lifted his head and looked up at me into my eyes, smiled, and said, "Good morning, Daddy." I smiled back and squeezed him so hard I was afraid I might've broken some ribs, but given his level of fitness, that wasn't a problem. Still under the blanket, he took his free hand to caress my torso and bent one leg over my legs and groin. His leg and free hand reached my steely cock at the same time, prompting him to grin broadly and say, "Well, somebody's happy to see me." That's all it took. Losing all self-control, I jumped him. I turned him on his back, and laid on him torso-to-torso, face-to-face, and cock-to-cock. And I couldn't help but to lower my face to his and begin what would become an epic, good-morning kiss. Fortunately, he was immediately responsive. We kissed, rubbed our bodies, ground our cocks, we couldn't get enough of each other. He woke up as horny as I was. In mere seconds he was as hard as I was, leading me to give it right back to him, "Well, look who else is happy." Sex in the early morning before you pee and brush your teeth is tricky. You really want to do both, but damn, it breaks the mood. We were going at it hard, and while a hygiene break was warranted, we wanted each other NOW. I had an answer; not perfect, but it could work. I threw off the blankets and kissed him down his torso until I reached his cock, which was even harder now. Once there, I swung around on my side with my cock in his face. 69'ing isn't typically my favorite position, but we needed each other badly, and passionately sucking each other off is one of the most intimate acts you can perform. With his cock in my face, I slowly and deliberately began to lick it up and down the shaft. I'd start at his ball and work my way up. And every time I reach the tip, I'd stretch the tip out so I could lick out his slit with my tongue. "Ohhhh", he groaned. "Oh Daddy, fuck Daddy." He was already insane. And he knew exactly what to do. He saw me one better by starting with my taint and then moving up my balls to my shaft and, like me, inserting the tip of his tongue into my slit. Damn that boy was talented. I wasn't going to let him one-up me though. The next time, I started at his taint as well, but I played there for quite a while. He fucking loved that. He kept spreading his legs and pushing himself down on my mouth for me to go further. I intended to eventually get to his hole, but I'd make him work for it, so I started back up his balls, shaft, slit, and this time, took his entire cock into my mouth. "FUCK, Daddy," he nearly screamed. "Please make me cum, Daddy. Please." "Not yet boy," I said as I pulled off his cock. "Not yet" Meanwhile, he was working as hard on my cock as I was his and I was getting close to cumming as well. He was deep throating me like a pro and I could feel his throat muscles squeeze the tip of my cock. I wanted to shove it in further, but I was afraid he'd lose consciousness. He pulled off me just as I was pulling off him and we were both now ravenous. We went after each other like animals. We curled around one another so our mouths were squarely at the other's holes and went at it, hard. We licked, lapped, gnawed, and fucked the other's holes with our tongues. I could've done that all morning and never stopped. I think he could've as well. But I knew what we needed. We needed to taste each other's cum. I pulled away from his hole, gave it one last lick and kiss, and said, "It's time boy". He knew what that meant and instinctively moved to my cock. We simultaneously grabbed each other's dicks and went down on them like starving animals. I wanted nothing more than to taste him unload in my mouth and he worked my cock with the same intensity. I was so close I could feel the jizz moving out of my balls into my cock, which only made me suck him even harder. His body began to tense, mine did as well, and then it happened. At exactly the same moment, we exploded into each other's mouths. I'd never timed it so precisely so that my orgasm coincided the exact same moment as my partner's. It was the perfect 69. Our spasms were even simultaneous. It was almost spiritual. Eventually, we began to relax, but each of us kept the other's cock in our mouth. He felt so good, I wanted him in my mouth for eternity. The spasms continued, although more intermittently, and we both began to soften. Strangely, I've always liked soft cocks in my mouth (in addition to hard cocks, of course). There's something heartwarming about getting a guy off, particularly one you have genuine affection for, and have him go soft in your mouth. It's like his way of saying `thank you'. We laid in the 69 position for minutes, continuing to suckle, until I had to surrender to reality. I pulled off him, swung back up to him and took him back in my arms where we had started. He looked at me adoringly (if I say so myself) and said, "Thank you, Daddy." "You're welcome, boy." I still had to pee, but, damn, I was so comfortable I never wanted to end this moment. "Nick," I said, "can I tell you something? Promise you won't laugh?" "Of course," he answered with a smile and a tightened embrace. "I want you to know why we slept on the couch last night." I could tell he was surprised; it hadn't even crossed his mind. "Ok...?" he answered, half as a question. I paused, afraid I'd sound corny or perhaps appearing to move too fast, but I had to say it, "The short time we've spent together has been really special to me. Last night was one of the most meaningful evenings--and not just the sex--I've ever had. I wanted us to spend the night on the couch where we first made love because I didn't want last night to ever end." I paused and quickly added, "And please don't feel like you have to respond. I just wanted you to know that." That last thought unleashed him. He climbed on top of me, pinned my wrists over my head and, once again, we were body-to-body. "Pete," he cried. "I feel exactly the same way, especially last night. I haven't slept that well in months. You were so fucking AMAZING. And I woke up exactly where I'd fallen asleep, in your arms. I felt so secure, so protected." Then, smilingly he added in a whisper, "And, yes, your cock is amazing!" He stared down into my eyes and leaned down and kissed me long and hard. "This morning was perfect too. I wanted to save your cum to kiss you with it, but it tasted so good I swallowed it all," he smiled. He released my wrists and I pulled him into another bone-cracking embrace. "Damn, you're special", I said. My bladder was about to pop so I rolled us both over on our sides where we continued to gently caress and make out until we both finally surrendered to nature. After peeing and a luxurious shower, we were faced with... so what's next? Not for our lives, for the weekend. It was a 3-day weekend and we both wanted to spend the weekend together. Neither of us had any obligations, certainly none that we couldn't easily get out of. As I cooked breakfast, we talked about the next couple days. No surprise, there was plenty of fitness involved. We'd do a mini-triathlon one day, and CrossFit another. Fortunately, we had time for both across the long weekend. Today would be the triathlon, but I warned him that I wasn't a competitive runner, biker or swimmer. I think he loved hearing that because he knew he'd meet his match at CrossFit with me. He had an extra bike at his place so we planned to do a 15 mile bike ride starting and ending at his place, followed by a 6 mile run, again, ending at his place and a ½ mile swim in his condo's pool at the end. I could easily bring my gear to his place and make it all work. Running and swimming gear I had, and he had extra biking gear he could lend me. We finished our breakfast and headed immediately over to his place, with him still wearing the previous night's clothes, doing the walk of shame, which made us both laugh. We changed into our biking gear (which I shamefully admitted was a turn-on for me) and finished the bike ride in no time. Back at his place we changed into our running gear, and again, he looked so fucking sexy I could barely keep my cock in place. He wore a runner's singlet over his chiseled torso and onion skin running shorts with the slit up the side. I'm no slouch, but he was an Adonis. The six-mile run was remarkably doable as well. Once more, we made it back to his place, this time to change into our Speedos for the last event. He assured me that his pool was gay friendly so our brief swimming suits would be more than welcomed. Although he out-swam me as well, we finally got to relax in our lounges by the pool, and damn did we look hot. Both of us are first class athletes, and his body is second-to-none. As we were laying side by side, I turned my head and looked at him admiringly. Apparently, the expression on my face spoke volumes. "Why are you grinning?" he asked urgently, with an almost alarmed tone. Both our hands were dangling from the lounges, so I took the opportunity to take his in mine, and responded, "Look at you. Look at us. Is this really happening?" "I hope so" he smiled back. We stayed late at the pool and headed back to his condo to make dinner and chill. As he was preparing food at the sink, I came up from behind, put my arms around him and said authoritatively, "You know I'm sleeping here tonight." He relaxed back into me, allowing his full weight to shift to me, so that I was holding him upright. "I was hoping you'd say that, but I didn't want to assume." I pulled him even closer and kissed the back of his neck and as far around his face as I could reach. Then I reached down and squeezed his package, slightly roughly, and asked, "And whose is this?" "Yours, sir!" he answered with a giant grin on his face. The evening was equally lovely. A great dinner, music, wine, and romance. We ended up on his couch, slowly making out, but in no rush. Time was our friend. After a while, it seemed like it was time to call it a night, and I impetuously got up off the couch, leaned down, scooped him into my arms and carried him into the bedroom. "Tomorrow is CrossFit day" I reminded him, "and I'll make sure lifting you like this is part of my workout." "Fuck yeah, Daddy. I'm all yours." he responded. The night was a marathon fuckfest. We each came three times that night. And when we weren't fucking, our bodies were completely entangled as we slept. The first was slow and passionate, the second was in the middle of the night when my hard cock, pressed against his hole, woke him up. Without saying a word, he pushed his ass into my cock and I took him. I jerked him off while I fucked him and we both came, again at the same time. Not a word was exchanged. Sometime during the night I crept out of bed to pee and I think he did the same, so when we awoke we were ready to go one more time. We'd only known each other for a week, and we couldn't get enough of each other. The next day was my day to play host, so we headed for 10AM CrossFit. CrossFit is low maintenance as far as gear goes, and he had it all. The workout for the day (we call them WOD's) was one of my favorites. Called Murph, it's a mile run, 100 pull ups, 200 push-ups, 300 air squats and a mile run, all for time. And if you're a real stud, you do it with a 20# vest. When we got to the gym Nick saw the workout and was immediately intimidated. We assured him there were lots of ways to do alternative versions of it. We agreed that he'd just stop wherever he was in the workout when I was finished it. That seemed fair since he had scaled back his triathlon distances so dramatically for me. When I got back from my second mile run, finishing the workout, Nick was still working on the 300 air squats. He was more than happy I had finished so he could be done as well. We collapsed into each other with our mutual congratulations that we had completed the workout and knew the tough part of the day was over. It was another hot day and spending the afternoon at the pool sounded great to both of us. I suggested we head back to my place and I told (not asked) him to pack for the night. He was more than happy to comply. When we got back to my place and showered to go downstairs, I'm not sure what got into me, but I pulled out the sexy white bikini Charles had bought for me and put it on. I walked out of the bathroom wearing it and asked Nick, "Now, tell me honestly...too much?" Of course, I didn't tell him the history, but damn it was sexy. "Fuck no, Daddy!" I'm going to have to fight the guys off you though. "Really...you sure it's ok?" I knew it was slutty, but it was also hotter than hell. I wanted him to be proud of his Daddy. Nick walked up to me, grabbed my by the shoulders and pulled me into him. "Have you looked in a mirror lately? If I get to spend the day by the pool next to you wearing that suit, I'll be the happiest guy on the planet. My only concern is how I'm not going to be hard all afternoon looking at you." That did it for me. The suit stayed. Before today, I'd worn the suit one afternoon with Jack and one with Charles. And while they're both in great shape, neither compared to Nick. He wore a low-cut suit that was way too tiny to compete in. There's no way it would stay on at during an intense competition. So the two of us created quite a stir when we walked out and grabbed two centrally placed lounges. And we weren't shy about showing off either. We raced (which he always won), wrestled, splashed in the water with plenty of laughing and running poolside. We were like a couple little kids, enjoying the sunshine, water, and each other. Inevitably, the sun started getting lower on the horizon and it was time to head upstairs. The weekend had been magical and I didn't want it to end, and the previous nights had been so special, I wondered how I'd top them. I decided not to worry about it and let nature take its course. There was a great tapas restaurant down the block that we hit up for dinner and then took a long walk around the neighborhood park, holding hands. Knowing he would be staying at my place that night, we ended up back there and I poured a couple bourbons for us as we sat on my balcony. I have two comfortable easy chairs out there and we sat next to each other, holding hands and sipping bourbon. My condo is on the edge of downtown, and there aren't any high rises on my side of the building, so, if you have your condo lights off, no one can see what you're doing on your terrace . Perfect! It was a hot night, so I suggested we take our shirts off. Nick looked so sexy in the moonlight. He was sweating, just enough to make his muscles glisten. As I was admiring him, he said to me what I was thinking about him, "Damn, Daddy, you are so fucking hot. You should see yourself right now, in the moonlight". I stood up, pulled him up to me off his chair and embraced him, "Right back at you, stud", I whispered in his ear. "No one can see us up here", I added. "Let's lose the shorts." We slowly undid each other's pants and let them slide to the floor. Now we were both nude, embracing and making out on the terrace. There's something about being nude in a public place, cocks and asses fully exposed, that heightens the eroticism. And it apparently had the same impact on Nick as he went from 0 to 60 in seconds. I had one hand on each of his muscled glutes and aggressively pulled his mid-section into mine. We each worked up a sweat in no time and kissed and licked every inch of each other's lips, mouth, ears, neck, basically everything above the waist. I wanted to keep going, but I had something else in mind. I dropped to my knees as he stood in front of me and looked up at him as his cock grazed my face. Without saying a word, I licked his cock, up and down the shaft. He groaned in approval and whispered, "More Daddy, please more". "Plenty more where that came from, boy" I answered. I continued licking, slurping and making extra sure I was getting his cock good and wet. I doubt he knew that I was lubing him up to take me. When I felt he was ready, I sat him down in the chair, straddled him and aimed my hole right over his now vertical cock. He looked at me as if to ask, "Am I fucking you?" Wordlessly, I nodded "Yes." Just as I nodded, I began to lower myself onto him. Lube would've been better, but there was enough saliva to make it work, and I didn't want to spoil the surprise by fetching lube. Because I was in control, I could lower myself at my own pace. His cock up me was unlike any I had taken before. It was long, hard, just thick enough, and as I lowered myself, it seemed to never stop. Fortunately, it was remarkably comfortable, and I just kept getting lower and lower until finally he had fully penetrated me. I just sat there, motionless and gazed into his eyes with his fullness taking me to another level. We didn't exchange a word, but we spoke volumes. The moment was indescribable. Nick was staring into my eyes, a seasoned, respected executive and athlete who adored him with his cock fully up my ass. I was staring into the eyes of an up-and-coming young executive, also an accomplished athlete, on whose cock I was impaled. It was the perfect moment. But I wanted more. I began to rise, very slowly, so his cock would massage the inner linings of my rectum. I slid almost all the way off, and then came down. The friction was like electricity shooting through my entire body. I did it again, and again. Nick moaned. I groaned. Our eyes remained locked. I could've made us both cum whenever I wanted but I wanted this to go on. I leaned toward him and kissed him passionately. "You're so fucking hot, boy" I grunted. "Make your Daddy squirm." Unexpectedly, he thrust his hips upward which drove his cock further into me than I may have ever felt. "Like that, Daddy?", he asked. "Fuck yes, boy. Make your Daddy beg." It didn't take long and he thrust upward into me a second time. It was almost painful, but the ecstasy prevailed. Although his hard cock had reached a place in my gut no foreign object and yet reached, I wanted him in even further. I needed him in further. Now he stopped asking. He thrust again, "ARGH.." I groaned. "You love your boy's cock, don't you Daddy?" he sneered. "Yes boy, I do" was all I could get out. And again he thrust, even harder and deeper, "Take your boy's cock Daddy, take it," he ordered. "Yes boy, give me your cock. Please boy. I'm begging." And again, "Take it Daddy, take it." He didn't cum, but he was spent. I could tell so I slumped down into him and continued to enjoy the fullness in my rectum. But I mis-read him; he wasn't finished. He lifted me off him, stood up from the chair, and turned me around so I was facing out into the darkness. The top of the railing hit my waist and there was room for my cock under the horizontal bar. "Grab the railing" he ordered. I did with both hands and I knew where this was leading. He stooped down behind me and between my legs, spread my cheeks with his hands and spit hard into my hole. He pushed the saliva up with his middle finger, and repeated that twice more. "What do you want, Daddy?" he asked. "I want you to fuck me again, boy," I croaked. "Good," he responded and shoved his dick up my hole with a force that made me gasp. The saliva had done its job for the most part, but there was still pain. Sensing this, he remained motionless to let me catch up. Once again, I relished the feeling of being fully penetrated by him, and the discomfort was subsiding quickly. I knew what was coming. Making sure I was holding tight onto the railing, he pulled my hips back so I was bent over, giving him a clear angle to my hole. He pulled out slowly, and just as slowly, pushed back in. "Daddy like your boy's cock?" he asked. "Fuck yeah, boy. Fuck your Daddy, hard." "Good, because here it comes", with which he pushed in harder. Then harder. And then harder again. He was eventually pounding me like a mad man, causing the sweat to drip off my face onto the sidewalk below. I didn't know if we were being watched, but I hoped we were. I wanted the world to see my boy fuck me. Nick wanted more though. Keeping his dick fully in me, he straightened me so I was standing fully erect (both my body and my cock) and pushed me toward the railing so that my waist was pressed against the bar and my cock protruded from under it. He then slid both hands under my shoulders and pulled my arms back into a headlock. He was directly behind me, cock fully penetrating me, leaving me immobilized and exposed to the world. He'd have no way of knowing it, but this is exactly how I fucked Pook once, years ago. Once again, he started to thrust. This new angle allowed his cock to fully graze my prostate and, as each thrust rubbed over it, my cock now oozed precum which, like my sweat, dripped down to the sidewalk. It was the picture of eroticism. I could feel his sweat dripping off him onto me and I honestly wondered if my cock was going to explode. And then the inevitable happened. His body became as rigid as a board and I could feel his balls being pulled up into his body. Just before his eruption, he lowered his right hand, grabbed my cock and began to stroke. His timing was perfect. His first shot into me matched my first shot out into the darkness. Where it landed I'll never know, but if there were pedestrians below they got drenched with my cum. We matched each other's ejaculations, again perfectly synchronized, one after another, after another, after another. By the end we were still spasming, but no longer in unison. I felt his cum escape my hole and drip down my leg...an exquisite feeling. Likewise, he had a handful of my cum from my last few blasts, which he brought to his mouth and savored every drop. Before he could swallow, however, I turned my head and he savagely kissed me with his mouthful of my cum. But he still wanted more. He dropped his right hand back down to my softening cock to milk out every last drop. I sighed with pleasure, wondering how I got so lucky. He was softening as well and finally pulled out of me. Although I'd allowed him to take control of our sex that evening, I was still his daddy so I dropped into the chair where he had been sitting and pulled him down onto my lap. I grabbed a blanket that had been laying on the other chair and wrapped us both in it. All was right with the world. My boy in my arms, wrapped in a blanket, nuzzled into me. Although he had fucked me, I was the protector. He was the protected. "Boy, where did you learn that?" I asked. "Your Daddy is supposed to teach you all the tricks, not the other way around." He laughed and replied as he burrowed into me, "I have no idea. I didn't plan that. I let my instincts take over and what happened, happened." "Trust your instincts", I sighed contentedly. We laid there, cuddled on the chair for quite a while, and before long, Nick became so relaxed his breathing became regular, signaling he had fallen asleep in my arms. We stayed like that for quite a while, but it was beginning to get chilly, so I had no choice. As delicately as I could so as not to wake him, I lifted him up and carried him, still covered in the blanket, to my bed. I don't know if he slept through it or was playing possum, and I didn't care. My boy was safely nestled in my bed, where he belonged. After closing down the house, I crawled into bed with him and pulled him on to me, so he was once again sleeping in my arms I gave him one last squeeze, again just to make sure he was really there and I wasn't dreaming , closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.