Exposure (11 page)

"Shhh," he said then pulled away. "Just feel me..."

He ran both his hands along my body this time, the hot, hard wet tip of his cock against my hip. Suddenly, his fingers, slippery with lube, slid along the crack of my ass, touching me so gently, so tenderly, in that most sensitive of places.

"So soft, like velvet." He rubbed his fingers over me in tiny circles.

I was panting now, so aroused and pulled so tight, that when he finally pushed a long finger slowly into me, I groaned loudly. My cock surged and dripped onto the bedspread. "Jesus," I moaned again. "Why does that feel so good? It feels so good."

"I know." He rubbed his cock against my hip and slipped another finger inside me.

"Fuck," I groaned again. "Stop...stop..." I gasped.

He stopped moving his fingers but left them inside me. "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. "No...I'm gonna come...don't move...I don't want to come yet...it feels so good..."

I felt his lips on my back and I could tell he was grinning at my distress. But he kept very still, letting me get myself under control, as much as I could.

"Okay..." I whispered when I was ready.

He wiggled his fingers minutely to gauge my reaction. I moaned softly but he could tell I was in control of my body, at least for now. He pumped them in and out gently. It burned a little but mostly felt incredible and I wondered why I'd never before let anyone do this to me. I had totally missed out. Now that Jeremy had busted my cherry, so to speak, I looked forward to much more.

As if reading my mind, Jeremy removed his fingers and soon after, I felt the cold hard tip of the steel plug against me.

I trembled slightly in trepidation, but I wanted it.

"Is this okay?" Jeremy murmured, his voice breathy with desire.

"Yes..." I said quickly, trying to relax.

He had lubed the plug well and I felt the tip slide in, then he slowly and gently pushed all of it inside me. It hurt a bit but I took deep breaths and let my body adjust. It felt huge in me, even though it was a relatively small plug.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Amazing," I said. "Fucking amazing."

"Yeah? Well it looks fucking incredible. I could come just looking at that plug in your tight hole."

Fuck, that dirty mouth of his alone could make me come. I moaned and he chuckled.

"Martin, I want to put the ring on you if you don't mind. It will help you stay focused and hold back your orgasm."

I nodded.
Fuck, I would agree to anything at this moment.
He moved away and soon came back. But I wasn't sure what he was doing. He had turned onto his back and slid between my legs, so he was under me, his face just forward of my straining cock. I resisted the urge to grind down on him. And then he circled a firm hand around me and slid the plastic ring down over my length until it wrapped around behind my balls. I moaned and panted and tried not to move, although I ached to thrust. He tightened the ring and it felt good. It did make it easier to hold myself back, thankfully, because then Jeremy wrapped his lips around me and tongued the head of my cock.

"Oh, fuck..." I groaned, bucking and pulling on my restraints, feeling the hard plug more than ever. "Jeremy," I gasped. "Fuck!"

He let me go and slid out from under me.

Suddenly I felt the hard plug sliding out of my ass. I groaned at the bereft sensation. Then he slid something a bit smaller, but bumpy, into me. I moaned at the feeling as he pushed each of the beads inside me slowly and gently. It felt amazing, different than the plug but just as nice. "Oh..." I gasped.

"You like that?" He pulled them out slowly and I groaned with pleasure. What an odd but completely heavenly feeling. He pushed them in again.

"Jesus, Martin, I wish you could see this. This is making me so hard..." He pulled them out once more and my cock pulsed and dripped.

"Fuck...fuck..." I panted. He did it again and again until I was shaking with the effort not to come from it. "Jesus..." I said, gasping.

Suddenly he pressed the plug into me again. It felt so big and hard compared to the smaller beads that I groaned as it went in. He fumbled with the cuffs and my wrists were free. He pulled the blindfold off me.

I stared at him dazedly, still poised on the edge of orgasm, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. He kneeled there beside me, stroking his cock desperately with one hand and gripping the tie in the other.

"I want you to put this blindfold on me and fuck me with that plug inside you," he gasped, his cock leaking moisture on his hand. "Please, Martin."

And then I moved. In no time I had him blindfolded and in position. I rubbed the lube on him. "I don't have any more condoms." I so wanted to bury my naked cock inside him.

"I know. Go for it."

"Oh fuck," I said. I pushed two fingers inside him, stretching and preparing him for me.

He whimpered and in no time at all I was pushing my cock into his tight entrance. We both cried out at the raw, delicious sensation, no barrier between us, nothing except heat and wet, warmth and ecstasy. I had to stay still for a few moments to regain some control.

I fucked him then, so gently and slowly he didn't know what to do with himself. Each slow stroke was torture for him. I knew he wanted me to pound him and jerk him but I refused. I wanted to draw this out, extend this rapture until neither of us could take anymore. He was at my mercy and I was merciless. He moaned and whimpered and cursed and trembled.

"Don't come," I said as I gasped out my own pleasure. "Not until I say."

He let out something between a sob and a moan. "Martin...please...I can't..."

"Hold on," I ordered, reveling in the power switch and knowing that he loved this even as it drove him mad. I leaned over him, supporting myself on one arm beside his and holding him steady with a hand around his waist. I kissed and gently nipped his neck before straightening and grabbing his hips in my hands.

"Ready? Do you want to come?" I said shakily.

He moaned. "Yes..."

I pulled back and pushed into him hard, listening to him cry out. It took only three hard, fast thrusts and he came; his cock, without the aid of direct stimulation, shooting jizz all over my bed. I kept going and he cursed and trembled and whimpered as the pleasure coursed through him. It was a sight to behold. I came violently moments after, groaning, cursing, and gasping frantically as the pleasure took me over.

We finally collapsed together, our mingled panting breaths the only sound in the room.

I pulled the silk tie off his head carefully and pulled him against me, refusing to break our connection even as I started to shrink and soften.

"Jesus Christ, Martin," he whispered, his eyes closed. "I have never come so hard in my life."

I smiled and kissed him behind the ear. "You said something about a 'huge, mother fucking explosive orgasm' being good for you."

"Jesus, I think you just cured me." He sighed contentedly. We lay together quietly for several minutes. Then he said, "How's that plug feeling?"

"Actually, it still feels really good. I should leave it in all the time."

"Aha, a convert to the mysteries of anal pleasure. My work here is done."

"Oh no, it's not. How do I get it out?"

He laughed. "How do you usually get stuff out?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Could you please...?"

He rolled his eyes and reached around, grabbing the base of the plug and pulling it out of me. I groaned as it slid out, my ass tingling with aftershocks of pleasure. He put it on my bedside table and pulled me against him. We kissed, tangling our legs together. At the same time I realized how sticky we both were, and the bedspread too.

"Come on," I said, "Let's shower. And then I am putting you to bed. You need a good night's sleep after that."

"No argument there," he said and followed me to the bathroom. "I have a feeling I'll sleep very well."

Afterword

Completion

It took about six weeks for Jeremy to fully recover from his relapse. During that time, he lived with me, got lots of rest, and was the recipient of, I'm proud to say, a ton of healing orgasms. He started back at work. His manager let him do half shifts for a few weeks, which really helped. I had nothing but respect for his manager and co-workers, who did everything they could to ease the workload for Jeremy so he could recover. By the time his legs got better and he went back to work full time, we decided there was no way he was going anywhere and he officially moved in with me. I was over the moon. We had our moments, as any cohabiting couple did, but we seemed well suited to live together.

I introduced him to my parents and he introduced me to his mom. He never spoke about his dad and I never brought it up. That was a conversation for the future. And our future together looked bright. Jeremy sent out photos to some modeling agencies and received positive responses. I knew that he'd be able to earn money from modeling in no time at all. Inspired by his success, I sent some of my nature photographs to
Outside
magazine. They hired me to photograph an article about Ontario wildlife.

December arrived and we decorated the apartment. I'd never put up a Christmas tree here before, not wanting to waste the effort on just myself. But Jeremy insisted that we go out and get a real tree. Despite all the annoying aspects of doing this, once it was up and decorated and emitting its sweet odor into the apartment, I had to admit, it was beautiful.

On Christmas Eve we had dinner at Frankie and Simon's house with Jeremy's mom. During the meal I kept looking over at Jeremy and feeling starbursts explode in my chest. How did I get so lucky?

I woke up early on Christmas morning because Jeremy pushed on my shoulder and asked, "Are you awake, Martin?" at six am sharp.

"Jesus Christ, Jeremy. Couldn't we at least wait until the sun comes up?"

"No way. It's our first Christmas together. Get up, lazy bones."

I dragged myself out of bed and made coffee while Jeremy did his injection. It was part of his morning routine now. He never missed a shot. After breakfast we sat on the couch by the tree and opened our stockings.

Jeremy pulled out the DVD I'd gotten him.

"Hey, thanks, Martin. That's awesome." He looked over at me. "So, what did Santa put in
your
stocking?" he asked innocently, like he didn't know exactly what was in it.

I reached in and pulled out some kind of leather strap with a red plastic ball attached in the middle. It looked like some kind of weird dog toy.
What the hell is it?
Then, realization sank in. "Jeremy...is this a ball gag?"

He looked worried. "Oh, Martin, you must have been
very
bad. What else is in there?"

I glared at him and put the gag on the couch beside me, reaching into the stocking again with trepidation. This time I pulled out a small black leather paddle.

Jeremy shook his head. "You must have been very naughty for Santa to give you that."

"I'm going to use it on
you,
" I stated, putting it aside and reaching into the stocking again. This time I pulled out a gigantic, very realistic looking, black dildo. I mean, it was huge. I held it before me, my face paling before its intimidating presence.

"Jeremy, what the fuck?"

"Well, now that your ass is used to my cock, maybe we can have some fun with that?"

I stared at him. "This thing is
not
going inside me," I stated firmly.

He held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I guess you'll just have to use it on me, then." He winked and I rolled my eyes. I put the dildo on the couch, far away from me.

I fished my hand into the stocking. All that was left was a bottle of high quality lube. I breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank God. Why don't you finish your stocking?"

"Okay." He pulled out a two-pack of underwear, a chocolate bar, a can of shaving cream, a toothbrush, and a couple of pairs of socks. "Well, I guess we know who the practical one in the relationship is."

I looked offended. "Hey, I got you a chocolate bar. And a movie."

"I'm just joking, Martin. I'd rather get a toothbrush from you than, say, a bottle of Bailey's, from anyone else." He winked. "Thanks for all of it. Thanks for letting me move in here and for sharing Christmas Day with me." He took a sip from the cup of tea on the side table.

"Wait, I want you to open your present." I reached under the tree and passed him the flat rectangular parcel addressed to him.

He put down his tea and took it, looking it over. "I'm guessing it's not a sex toy?"

I shook my head.

He unwrapped it carefully, putting the paper aside and looking at the brown leather portfolio case. "Wow, Martin, this is beautiful." He ran his hand across the smooth leather.

"Open it."

He looked at me, then at the portfolio as he opened it. It contained a picture of him, but not from the first couple of sessions, for which he paid me. This was from a later session that we'd done, when he still needed his cane.

He wore my favorite black skinny jeans and those wonderful boots with just a white t-shirt on. He stood beside the chaise, leaning against it for balance, and held his cane out, pointing it at the camera with an accusatory but amused look on his face, his eyebrows raised. One side of his mouth was quirked up in that typical expression of his.

"Martin, that's fantastic." He flipped it over to see the next shot.

In this one, he sat on the chaise, leaning back and staring at the camera with the look I knew so well. His cane, held casually in his right hand, rested at an angle against the floor; there if he needed it but otherwise, an afterthought.

"Wow."

"There's one more."

He flipped it over.

For this one I'd gotten him to take the shirt off and unbutton the top button of his jeans. He stood before the camera, partly leaning on the cane, but pressing the curved head of it against the large bulge in his jeans. He gave the camera a scorching look full of restrained power.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

"I know," I said

He looked at me and his eyes glistened with moisture. "Thank you," he said. Then he closed the portfolio and laughed softly. "Okay, now I feel like a jerk."

I stared at him. "Why?"

He reached under the tree and handed me a large rectangular parcel. "You'd better open your present."

I swallowed and cautiously unwrapped the box. I didn't recognize the name of the store. "Should I be scared to open this?" I asked him.

He shrugged but he looked a bit guilty.

I took a deep breath and opened the box. I could see black leather. I pulled the item out of the box and held it up.

"Jesus, Jeremy." I sighed as I stared at the leather chaps.

He blushed. "Sorry. I couldn't help it."

"But how could you know that I'd always wanted a pair of chaps?" I grinned over at him, teasing.

He stared at me with sudden desire. "Yippee ki-oh ki-ay..."

I stood up, letting the box fall off my lap. I held them up against me.

"You know, they'll fit me too." He said slowly.

I looked at him, my cock springing to attention. "Oh, Jeremy. I just thought of the best Christmas present you could give me."

"So did I," he murmured, standing up and grinning wickedly at me.

I picked up the leather paddle from the sofa.

"Upstairs. Now."

He laughed and took off running up the stairs. I was right behind him.

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