Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2019 18:26:03 +0100 From: David Roslyn Subject: Fear by David Roslyn (category: Beginnings) - Chapter 3 Disclaimers: This work is a work of fiction and is my property. The story and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to anyone or any actual event is coincidental. There are three distinctly different main characters that will appear as the story progresses. You should be legally allowed to read this type of material before continuing. As it is based on an actual book, I had published a few years ago – free for your enjoyment – the story will not contain explicit material in all the chapters BUT don't fret, as it is more the exception than the rule. Note that there will be a violent scenario. If this will trigger any trauma for you, please be aware of it before you start reading. Please direct any comments or feedback to my email address at davidrolsynauthor2019@gmail.com. Enjoy! And remember to donate to Nifty! CHAPTER THREE James Having just finished the second day of speaking at the convention centre, I make my way to the private VIP lounge to relax with a glass of white wine. It's from one of the wineries outside Cape Town and is a bit drier than I'm used to but still enjoyable. The manager on duty, whom I was introduced to and given his number earlier, should I need him, walks over towards me. He's cute and in his mid-twenties, I would guess, and looks very dapper in his tailored suit and tie. "Excuse me sir. I was wondering if I could join you? I've just come off shift and was enthralled by your talk today. You really know your stuff." He shifts his weight nervously from one leg to the other while attempting to stand at attention in front of me. Adorable. "Sure thing. Take a load off and sit here next to me. Is there anything you want to ask me about today?" I pat the seat on the large sofa and take another sip from my wine. He's about five-foot-six and has black hair and big hazel eyes. His skin's well-tanned and I can only imagine his nice slim body under that suit. "Thank you, sir," and he sits down. "It's James." "James. Pleased to meet you. I'm Andrew." He waives for one of the waiters and asks them to bring him a coffee in a language I don't know. It sounds a lot like Dutch. "Pleased to meet you Andrew." I take another sip of my wine. This guy may be just the bit of fun I need today. We chat about this and that and after he's asked me some questions about my talk today, we move on to getting to know each other a little better. "So, what's your life story?" I brush a bit of fluff off his knee closest to mine. "I've lived here all my life and stay with my father in Sea Point. My mother ran off with another man when I was eight and my father never remarried. After I finished high school, I went to study at a hotel school before getting the job here." He stops and stares at me to see if I have anything to say about that. I don't but ask, "Did they hire you straight away as a manager?" He sighs and continues. "No. At first, I was just helping with guest complaints but then over the last four years, I've worked my way up to where I am today." He slightly lifts his chin out of pride at what he's accomplished. "You should be proud. Not bad for a young guy of your age." I tap him on that same knee but a little higher this time. "Thanks." His knee moves closer to mine. He asks me about my back story and I give him the water-downed version. Basically, my family history, education and career, sans the abuse. While we're talking our flirting is subtle, but evident. Our knees are now touching and I can see by his dilated pupils that he finds me attractive. I down my third glass of wine and look at my phone. It's 8:12 pm and I'm hungry. All signs indicate that I may even get laid afterwards, if I play my cards right. "Is there anywhere we can grab a bite to eat?" Inviting him indirectly to join me for dinner. He takes the bait. "Yes, where are you staying?" "At a hotel around the corner from here." And I take out my room access card from my wallet with the name printed on it and show it to him. "Let's eat there. They have an excellent a la carte menu." Perfect. I dare make my move. "We can even order room service, if you'd like?" His eyes light up. "That's sounds like a plan. Let's go!" Impatient little fuck, but I'm happy though. This evening's definitely going to work out in my favor. I subtly adjust my cock in my briefs, where it has started to swell with anticipation. We enter my hotel room and start off by taking the menu off the desk and ordering ourselves something to eat. I'm seriously famished and a little tipsy from the wine I had earlier on an empty stomach, no less. The sexual tension between us is palpable and after a long awkward silence, where he's paging through the hotel's magazine and I'm flipping aimlessly through the TV channels, our food arrives. We literally devour our food in minutes and as soon as he's done, I get up and start stripping. I don't take my time and throw my clothes on the floor as they come off and walk over to him, cock standing proudly. Fuck him, I'm gonna! He's followed my example and is already naked. I grab him by his wrist and pull him closer to me. He throws his spare arm around my neck and kisses me full-on. I return the favor by crushing his mouth against mine. He tastes young and willing. An element of spice and menthol. Reminds me of a twenty-year-old guy I once fucked in Puerto Rico. It just makes me want him more. Letting him go after a minute or two of one of the sexiest French kisses I've had in years, I walk over to my suitcase and take out some lube and a condom. As I return to him, with his sizeable circumcised boner pointing up at me, he kneels down and takes my uncut cock into his mouth. It's heavenly and he knows what he's doing. Twirling his tongue around my shaft and rubbing it under my foreskin onto my most sensitive area, while keeping a sucking motion going. "That's it boy. Make me a happy man!" Enjoying his prowess for a while, I remind myself that it's his ass I'm more interested in. Though I could enjoy the head I'm getting and cum all over his face, it's his, I'm sure willing, ass I want to fuck. "Ok. Stop!" I yank my cock out of his mouth and flick open the lid of the lube bottle, squeezing some of it onto my cock, rubbing it generously all over. "Assume the position you prefer," I order him. He goes and kneels on all fours on the bed, showing me what's waiting for me between his ass cheeks by pulling them apart with his hands. I throw the bottle down next to him and apply the excess lube onto his neatly shaven pink pucker. Inserting one finger and then two fingers into his hole, I revel in the tight and inviting warmth of his ass. He pushes back into my hand. "Yes, James! Fuck me, please." No need for an invitation, pussy-boy! And, the slut doesn't even want me to prep him. Nice! Whom am I to argue with such an obviously experienced bottom and, with that, I brush away his hands and grab his ass cheeks with both my hands and spread them even wider. I use my groin muscle to keep my cock rigid and push into him, not too fast, but not too slow either. I feel my cock head pop past his sphincter and then it's a warm, smooth, path to complete bliss. Welcoming the invasion of his young tight body, he doesn't complain or even yelp. He just lets out a loud deep sigh. "Oh ... Yes." Receptive little bottom. I withdraw a little and push in further and repeat my thrusts until I'm up to my hilt into him. I can feel myself enter the opening of his colon. "Fuck, James! That feels great!" he pushes back. "You can fucking believe it!" And I fuck him nice and slow, speeding up little by little into a powerful rhythmic pace. "Ah, hell yes! Fuck!" He cries out but my own grunts drown him out. His ass feels amazing and his pliable athletic body is to fucking die for. I plough deep into him, again and again, and then stop, to flip him onto his back. "Please don't stop, man!" He whines. "Damn pussy-boy! Stop your whining. I wanna see your gorgeous face while I fuck you!" I glare at him. He beams and pushes his legs up high and spreads them wide. I take hold of the back of his knees and have him in a spread-eagle position, staring at his inviting ass gaping back at me. I re-insert my cock but, this time, shove it in up to the hilt in one hard thrust. "Goeie fok!" He yells out. Fucking him pitilessly, his groans testify to my cock's ability to provide him pleasure. Even my orbs are slapping hard against his crack. Thrusting in deep and pulling out just so that my cock doesn't slip out of his sphincter and he takes it like a man. I withdraw and flip him back again onto his stomach but, this time, shove him down flat with my hands on his lower back. He arches his ass upwards, to entice my cock back home, and I don't disappoint. Pushing in with brutal force, he takes it and cries out for me to fuck him harder. "Don't stop. You're a fucking animal, man! Give it to ..." My heart's pumping in my ears and I'm panting like a fat man running a marathon. Who cares if I die like this? I'll continue to give it to him as good as he wants it. By now, we're both sweating and I can barely distinguish between our individual grunts and moans. I simply continue fucking his warm, tight ass. And, brutally so. The pressure from him milking me for my seed with his ass muscles entices me to persist with a rigorous pace. I finally feel my orbs tighten, ready to blow my load, and I increase my thrusts and the ferocity thereof. "I'm cumming!" I pull out and rip of the condom, throwing it to one side, and cum on his bare ass cheeks. Five good streams of my juice, coats his ass and runs down his crack over his hole and onto his balls. I flop down onto him. Catching my breath. Sensing him strain under my weight, I realize he hasn't cum yet. Not being a total asshole, I sit back up and turn him around onto his back and start stroking his cock, jerking him in a stable but firm rhythm, using my own juices, from my now wet cock, as lube. He arches his back and I notice he's getting close. True as fuck, a couple of seconds later, he cries out and shoots into the air and all over my hand and his stomach. I wipe his seed off my hand onto his chest and go lay down next to him, while his chest is franticly going up and down, trying to get in oxygen. We're both cooling off fast thanks to the room's air-conditioning. "That was fucking awesome!" He turns to me and smiles. "Likewise." I grin back. I must admit that it was definitely one of the best one-night stands I've had in a while and my friends were right. Capetonians boys are to die for. Soon, we're both asleep, just as we are, and in the morning, I wake up to find him gone. He must've headed home to get himself ready for work. The emptiness hits me. It's great to have a good fuck-buddy for a night but it's lonely when there's no one to wake up to afterwards. I hope it happens for me one day.