Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2021 15:10:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Dwayne Steps Out - installment 3

As he sat across from dwayne at dinner that Saturday night, Dave was
confused.  He didn't understand, couldn't figure out, why he felt so
totally enamored with this boy.
dwayne was cute, that was for sure.  And  Dave always went for men who
were taller than he was:  there was something so "satisfying"  about
dominating someone taller than he was, and there weren't many men who
were taller than dwayne was,
But he also was a snob, and he knew it.  dwayne had less ambition than
anyone he had ever "dated."  He majored in Russian, but didn't care to
speak it or to read it, worked as what Dave would have called a "ribbon
clerk," and his ambition was to own a comic store.  Sitting in one of
Dave's favorite Italian restaurants, dwayne had asked for spaghetti and
meatballs, because he was surprised they weren't on the menu.  Dave
called over the waiter and asked him in Italian if they could make an
exception.  They did.  dwayne then cut his spaghetti with a knife and
spooned it up.  As he drank Diet Coke and declined to taste Dave's wine.
And  all sophisticate Dave could think about was how much fun it was
going to be to have this boy underneath him that night, how good it was
gonna feel to take his ass, and then all the other things he had in
mind:  the thought of leading dwayne on a leash, bound, wearing nothing
but a leather vest and shorts flashed through his mind.  So did coming
home to dwayne bound and gagged in a chair, and so many other things.

"You're off in outer space.  Is everything ok?"  dwayne's deep voice
broke Dave out of his reverie.
"OH, sorry.  I was thinking about something having to do with work, and I
just got lost.  My bad.  How's your pasta."
"It's fine.  They don't cook it enough though.  Is yours ok?"  Dave shook
his head.
"It's good.  It's the way I like it.  You sure you don't want to try the
truffles?"
"Don't those things grow underground, like beets?  I hate beets.  I'll
probably hate those too."
What was it?  Dave had absolutely no idea.  "He's such a fucking fox,"
was all he could think..  Actually, he also began thinking about how good
it was going to feel, to have his cock in this sexy man.
Soon.
Dave wasn't much of a dessert eater, but Dwayne was.  Chocolate:  the
chocolate budino.  Dave laughed.
"You're gonna have to brush your teeth, dwayne.  They look like, well...
not attractive."
dwayne gave a wry smile and took a big drink of diet coke.  He knew that
the diet coke was driving Dave insane.  He, too, was thinking about what
was going to happen.  He was also wondering about this sophisticate:  he
made money, he drank wine at dinner, spoke Italian to the staff, and ate
those... well, whatever they were.  And he wanted to sleep with him:
Dave wanted to sleep with HIM?  He didn't understand.  He didn't attract
guys of this quality.
When the spoon for the budino hit the bowl, indicating metal on glass,
dwayne saw the almost feral smile on Dave's face.
"You ready to go home, studmuffin?"  dwayne felt Dave's foot run up his
shin, and he almost jumped.
"Yes sir," he almost whispered.

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Dave decided to give it a try, and he interlocked his fingers in dwayne's
hand as they walked back to his place.  When dwayne tried to pull away,
he tightened his grip.
"No you don't sexy.  I worked hard to get you where we are, and you don't
get away that easily."
He heard a sigh come out of dwayne, followed by a "yes sir."  Dave
stopped and looked at dwayne.
"You know, I'm exercising a lot of restraint by not kissing you under the
moon, dwayne.  You should just know that. "  He stared into dwayne's
fast.  dwayne said nothing for a while, just stared back, before he said,
meekly:
"I understand Sir."
Dave lowered his voice.  "We're almost home.  It'll be fine."  And as
they walked:  did he feel dwayne squeeze his hand back?  Hard to tell.

In the elevator, Dave wrapped his arm around dwayne's middle.  He
whispered:  "I wish I were taller, so I could get more of my tongue in
your ear."  He laughed.  "I guess I'll just have to get you horizontal."
"Wasn't that your plan all along?"  dwayne answered, as he felt the
smallest tip of Dave's tongue.
"Part 1"  Dave laughed.  They  were at the floor.  Just as they were
getting out, Dave gently but firmly took dwayne's wrists, and put them
behind his back.  He got no resistance.  Nor did dwayne flinch when, as
they entered the apartment, Dave put his hand on his ass.
"You need the bathroom, dwaynebow?"
"Yes sir.  Just a short one."  Dave took off his jacket, hung it, and sat
down on the sofa.  When dwayne  came out of the bathroom, he patted the
seat next to him.
"Here, handsome.  I'm waiting for you."
"Yes sir,"  dwayne felt a little sick.  He didn't know what to do.  None
of his "dates," the few that he had had, had gone this way.
Dave  draped his arm around dwayne's shoulders - his "wings" he called
them, and pulled him closer.
"You have a good time tonight, handsome? "  he asked, just before he
kissed dwayne's lips.
"Yes sir.  A very good time.. mmmmmm"  Dave had pried those lips open,
and had begun frenching dwayne.  The kissing was getting dwayne excited,
and he pushed closer.  He tried to encourage Dave to get his knee up on
his crotch.  It didn't take much.  dwayne was wearing corduroys, and the
rubbing of Dave's knee was .... more than exciting  him.
Dave smiled as he broke the kiss.
"Bedroom dwaynebow.  "
"Should I undress Sir?"
"Nah.  I'll take care of that."
Dave took dwayne's hand and led him into the bedroom.
"On your back.  Nice and soft, so I can see you."
Dave climbed on top of dwayne, and put his glasses over on the side
table.
"DAMN SEXY DWAYNE.  I wish I could get you out of those glasses.  You go
from cute to stud. MMMMMMMM"  His tongue went into dwayne's mouth again,
and then.... his chin with his stubble, found dwayne's neck.   He heard
dwayne gasp, as he began scraping back and forth.
"SIR. OOOOOOOOOH.  SIR.  But NO. NO SIR.  You'll.. you'll give me a ..."
Dave laughed.  "That's my intent sexy.  It's a sign that says  'hands off
boys.  He's MINE.  GRRRRRRRRRRR"
dwayne protested, but he didn't mean it.  "He's MINE."  GOD that was
sexy.  GOD was it a turn on.  He squirmed under Dave, and that seemed to
get Dave even more riled up.  He opened dwayne's button down, and his
beard went to dwayne's nipples, his belly.
And then his navel, and dwayne bucked so hard, he nearly knocked Dave to
the floor.
"WHOA stud.  I guess I'll have to tie you down if I do that again."
dwayne didn't say anything.  Dave asked.
"You want me to tie you up, dwayne."
dwayne licked his lips.  "I want you to do anything you want Sir.  "
Dave smiled.  "I want your ass."  He saw the look on dwayne's face.
"It's going to happen, dwaynebow, so...."
dwayne sighed a lot and there was another one.  "yes sir."
Dave pulled off his shoes, and commented on how big dwayne's feet were.
"OH, now I have ANOTHER idea.  Get you hogtied, tickle these feet.  Maybe
gag you."
dwayne felt his cock get even harder.  It showed when Dave got his pants
off, and then pulled off dwaynes superman briefs.  When Dave turned away
to put them on a chair, he smiled.
"superman briefs.  WHAT am I getting myself into?"  Then he answered.  "A
stunning guy's ass, that's what."
He got his own clothes off, and then he looked at dwayne.  He made a
joke.
"If I push your legs all the way up, you'll damage the lamp, so just bend
your knees. "
"Yes sir.  Please be gentle.  Please."
Dave didn't answer.  He had NO intention of being gentle.  He had waited
for this for nearly a month. He DID pick up some lube to make the first
time easier.  He greased his cock.   Then he pressed a lubed thumb to
dwayne's ass, and he heard dwayne whimper.
"You're ready stud.  You're ready."  He began to slide in.  dwayne's ass
hadn't been penetrated by other than a sex toy in a while.  He took a
deep breath and tried to relax.  He closed his eyes.  He imagined himself
in a superhero costume, tied down:  he put his arms to his side as if he
were , and about to be taken by the villain who had figured out that his
neck was his secret weakness.
"OH, you just opened up,  dwaynebow.  Just like my rose of the north."
Dave pressed in and dwayne moaned loudly.
"OH FUCK.  OH FUCK.  TAKE ME CONQUEROR TAKE ME."  The "conqueror" wasn't
intended, but  Dave heard it and made a mental note as he began the
sliding back and forth.
"GOD your ass is WONDERFUL tall man.  JUST FUCKING WONDERFUL.  Worth the
wait."
Dave was panting and sweating, and dwayne got into the feeling of his
piledriver of a cock.  No, he wasn't being gentle, and dwayne was glad.
"This ASS!!!!  THIS FUCKING ASS!!!!!   It's..... MINE!!!!!"  dwayne felt
the jizz filling him and he moaned again.  GOD he had missed that
feeling.  Almost as much as he missed the feeling of Dave pressing his
lips to his forehead, and his own lips when he was done.
"You okay, babe?"
"Yes sir.  It was wonderful.  Thank you."
"Not done yet my studmuffin."  Dave ran a hand over dwayne's hard cock.
dwayne quivered and then....
"DAMN.  You wanted it more than I did.  Ha ha ha.  Now I know you try to
fake me out."
"No more Sir.  I promise."  Dave lay down next to dwayne and pulled him
in.
"You're not hurting are you boy?"
"Only a little Sir.  It's a good hurt. "
"Just a warning.  I may want more in the middle of the night."
"Then take it Sir."

They got to sleep.  Dave DID want more, but it wasn't until the morning.
And with his stubble even longer... dwayne WAS going to wear the mark of
a "love bite" to church.  The second time was easier,  and as much fun.
When Dave kissed him this time, he said:  "Just be ready for some
afternoon delight before church.  I'll be hard again.  And that mouth of
yours... it's awful  soft.  And I just wonder how good you'll do with
your ass tied up."
"I'll do my best Sir."  dwayne didn't cum after the second time, and he
was eager:  he was going to have more sex this weekend than he had in the
last three months.
"Don't fuck it up" he told himself, not knowing that Dave was doing the
same thing.