Chapter 9 The Beginning of Bareback Michael - Bareback Sex Short Story

Black Silk Tie

"Hello?" the voice on the other end of the phone repeated. My mouth formed the words to his name but my throat had closed. Suddenly, a rush of strength came to me. "Kevin - it's me Michael, please don't hang up", I said, my voice breaking. "It's okay, where are you? No, forget it, just come here. Get in a cab and I'll pay for it" he said, quickly. "Okay, I'm on my way"...

When I got to Kevin's, he opened the door. I couldn't bring myself to look at him for some strange reason and he went to hold me. I shrugged his arms off and began walking towards his bathroom. He followed behind and after turning on the hot water in the shower and cutting all the lights except for a few candles, I peeled my clothes off and stepped inside. Kevin sat, fully dressed, at the edge of the toilet while I felt the hot water pour over me in his shower. From behind the shower curtain, I said for the first time what I had been too afraid to say out loud. "Something's wrong with my Mom and I can't-" the words starting getting stuck. "I keep getting these fucked up letters about how I'm not good enough for this or that college and everything just feels like shit right now". I could feel hot tears mixing with the water that sprayed over me. He reached over and pushed his hand into the shower curtain. On the other side, I sat down and grabbed at the outline of the curtain. My fingers grabbed his through the soft plastic and for the first time in months, everything felt different. I squeezed his fingers harder and whatever was wrong now washed down the drain in an invisible swirl. It was everything I needed in that moment.

The next day, I went to the hospital and visited my mother. I walked into the room and when I saw her, I went to her and on instinct wrapped my arms around her tightly. I didn't want to hear the news. I just wanted to hold her and not let go. She went on to explain that the doctors weren't exactly sure what was wrong but that there would be follow up visits and tests. Tomorrow, she would be returning home. I left the hospital and somehow, everything had changed. My entire world had been flipped upside down and although I was being told it was okay, a part of me knew it wasn't. I was always taught to trust my instincts.

Before I get into the next escapade, now is as good a time as any to make this announcement. We're down to our last two stories here. I'm still not sure what the future holds for me and although I don't feel like I have the same confidence I had when I first began writing, I realize that I'm somehow stronger now. I think I understand men better and I understand myself more. It's definitely been worth it for me and I hope you enjoyed reading these stories. So, for the second to last installment...

 

He was in a suit that was even more amazing than the first he had worn. Completely in black, eyes that burned in the afternoon sun. Pants whose legs stretched forever. A black tie encircling a long throat whose artery pulsed silently. In less than five seconds, our meeting would be inevitable. The first second sent my heart racing. The next second remembered the splatter against the wall. The silver wall. The door opening. An empty stall. In the final second, I saw his eyes and I watched as they ran a split second to a familiar stop. When he looked up and saw me, I was fully prepared. I looked at him, turned my glance away, and continued walking uninterrupted.

In the seconds that passed, everything happened in slow motion. My clothes felt tighter, the sun overhead shot up a few degrees, the pants that I wore began taking on a new outline, one that was increasingly hard to ignore. I kept walking and a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned in anger and there he was.

Whatever anger I had was threatened by the appearance of someone in an dark black suit, black pants, shiny black shoes, a black shirt and black tie. The person wearing it did not seem to care about anything in the world but the person watching him. Me. I looked at him without saying a word. Apparently, he didn't feel the need to speak either. He held out his hand.

"We didn't get to meet properly. I'm Christian" he said. His expression did not change throughout.

"Nice meeting you Christian. I have to go now. Talk to you some other time", I said, turning again.

"Let's get a drink. I'm staying at a hotel not too far from here". I turned again to look at him. Without knowing it, the rest of the evening was determined at that moment. His persistence with so few words. A sudden rush of something driving me forward. I signaled willingness on my part to go with a certain restriction. When I saw his face at my revelation, he was caught off guard. It flashed in his eyes for only a fraction of a second but in that fraction, I knew everything I needed to know. I could see it as plain as the sun that bathed the streets. Disappointment. "Let's go", I said, with an expression of someone who knew that a shift had taken place. The look of someone about to get his own way. The person who had followed him into the elevator was long gone.

We made our way to the hotel where Christian was staying in the midtown district of the city. The hotel had a bar on the rooftop and after a quick elevator ride to the top floor, we walked out to a breathtaking view of the city. I allowed him to order for the both of us and it was during the second drink that I noticed him staring. We did not exchange much in our conversation and at no point did either of us talk about what had happened before. I pretended to listen to him talk about his job, although I can't remember a single thing he said. At one point, I stood up to make sure I still had a card to get on the train. As my hands searched my pocket, I could feel Christian's eyes. I took a few seconds longer than I should have, allowing my hand to adjust something that was pressing back on its own. I sat down, a split second pause for one last look before it disappeared beneath the cloth table. From beneath the table, I could feel a hand touch my knee and run along the inside of my leg. His hand stopped at the first crease and squeezed. I finished off my drink casually. It won't be long now, I thought to myself. He paid the bill and we made our way back to the elevator. Neither of us said a word and after getting out, Christian pushed the key into the door, a soft click signaling our descent.

We reached his suite and once inside, Christian pulled off his suit jacket and threw it over a chair. He stumbled a bit and sat down awkwardly on the sofa. He did not realize it but I had been careful about how much I drank. Walking over to the chair, I sat down on the floor next to him and began pulling at one of his shoelaces. With his shoes off, he tried to stand up and pull his pants down. To no avail. He fell to the sofa and now, I allowed myself to let go. I smiled at him and went over to the mini-refrigerator beneath the TV. There were miniature bottles of liquor and I pulled some out and poured us another drink. Christian finished his drink off without noticing that I had barely touched mine. I reached out and pulled his pants and underwear off, throwing them to the side. His cock flopped against the bottom of his shirt and something sticky glistened brightly against the dark threads. I reached down and squeezed it, feeling it growing thicker and harder beneath my fingers. I smiled and plunged the throbbing head inside of my mouth.

Christian spread his legs apart as I pulled him further down my throat. Suddenly, he grabbed my chin and pulled me up to him. We began kissing and I could taste the vodka in his mouth. I unbuttoned my pants and stopped kissing him. Christian fumbled for the top button of his shirt, forgetting completely that his tie was still tied around his neck. I pushed his fingers out of the way and grabbed the tie. It felt silky against my fingers. I looked down at him and couldn't believe that this same person had driven me to such a rage only months before. What exactly was it that had gotten to me? I grabbed the tie and pulled it around his neck. I stared into his eyes and what I saw triggered the next reflex.

Christian's mouth opened, slightly but just enough for me to be able to read it. I grabbed the small bottle of vodka and pored it into my mouth without swallowing. My fingers tightened around the silk tie and his mouth widened. I sprayed the vodka from my mouth and watched as it covered his face, most of it landing in his open mouth. My fingers pulled violently at the tie and I pulled Christian up, our mouths sealing over one another as warm vodka now spilled into my mouth and down my throat. I pushed him back and wrapped my fingers around his throat with one hand while shoving three fingers into his mouth with the other. I spit the remaining vodka over his face and smeared it while continuing with the tight grip around Christian's throat. I could feel the artery pulsing and with my free hand, pulled off my pants completely and stood over him. I lowered myself over his face until my balls dropped into his open mouth. As hard as he tried, he couldn't fit all of it in and I stood back up while thick strands of saliva dripped over his lips that were now quivering from a lack of oxygen. Despite this, I was still completely unsatisfied.

I stood above Christian and noticed the shiny wet patch at the bottom of his shirt had grown considerably. It had moved further north where his free hand was wrapped around his penis. Suddenly, Christian sat up. "Wait a second", he said attempting to get to his feet. He disappeared into his room and I sat down on the sofa with only my shirt covering me. As I sat there, the sound of paper sliding against the floor hit my ears. I looked over to the door and noticed a folded piece of paper in an envelope that had been shoved beneath the door resting quietly on the floor. I walked over and picked it up, turning to see if he had come back. It felt thin between my fingers. Thin. Like a thin envelope. My fingers began trembling and I ripped the paper into small pieces and threw it out in the wastebasket. Fuck him, I thought to myself, and sat back down on the sofa, waiting for whatever happened next.

Christian returned with a small bottle of poppers, a bottle of lubrication, and an enormously long, thick, black dildo with a large ball sac at the end. Looking at the ball sac, I could see why he had been so eager earlier. Why his eyes had widened when his hands had grabbed my scrotum and why saliva had poured from his mouth after the effort of taking it in. I walked over and poured another drink into a glass while handing it to him. He said nothing and knocked it back quickly. Christian placed everything on the table and then turned to me. I walked over and grabbed his shirt, pulling at it with one swift, violent tug. A muffled popping sound came out as several buttons fell to the floor. I watched the black buttons roll along the cream colored carpet and ripped off the shirt with a second pull, much harder and swifter than the first. Christian swayed a bit and I pushed him into the sofa. Now, only his tie remained and I had no intentions of removing it- or allowing him to for that matter. I opened the bottle of poppers and after we both took a long pull, the familiar rush of pleasure began working its way through both of us.

Christian was lying on the sofa facing me and he reached up to pull at my shirt. I looked at him and shook my head, pinning his arm back. With the other hand, I grabbed his tie and pulled at it. Suddenly, I grabbed his ankle and twisted him over. His face was now pressed against the sofa with his back to me. I reached over and we took another pull from the small brown bottle of poppers. I stared down at him and could feel the rush coming. I knew it was dangerous but it made me want to do it even more. With my hand around the tie, I pulled it, causing him to arch his ass towards me. A smooth pink opening widened as my eyes followed downwards, solid legs that were covered in soft brown hair. Amazing legs that were spreading apart in anticipation. I reached over and grabbed the bottle of lubrication, holding it over the pink opening. I let a thin line of lube drip down slowly and as the first drops struck the opening, it widened and then pushed out, causing a thin sticky smooth river of clear liquid to run down from a soft opening to a bulging sac below. I took my finger and began working it around the opening before pushing it in slowly. First one finger, then a second, then a third.

Before I could go on, I spotted the dildo on the table next to us. I reached over and poured lubrication all over it and as my hands worked their way around the long, thick, soft plastic shaft, it reminded me of him. In the dark closet of a nightclub, in a steamy bathroom, a smooth, clear, deep voice that was calming to my ears. I grabbed the dildo and put the head at the opening. Slowly, it began sinking in and I reached around and grabbed Christian, his cock already completely hard and throbbing on its own. The fingers of my left hand stroked him while my right hand slowly pushed the dildo inside. When I got it halfway, I looked and was amazed at what I saw. A thick, shiny black dildo surrounded by smooth, white skin. I pulled at the tie and shoved the dildo in even further. Christian pushed my hand away from his penis and when I peered around, I could see why. What seemed like a thin but steady stream of clear liquid was pouring out of his cock. For a second, I thought he was shooting but I realized it was just pre-cum.

Now, I could feel the last inches of the dildo slide in and when the huge soft plastic ball sac pushed against Christian's ass, he let out a loud gasp. I pulled the tie tighter and pulled the dildo out slowly. It seemed like it took forever and the sight of something long, shiny and black pulling out of something smooth and white made my cock throb. I pushed the dildo back in and Christian's cock involuntarily smacked against his stomach. A huge line of pre-cum fell to the sofa and added to an already large sticky pool. I took my hand and scooped as much of it up as I could, reached forward, and smeared it over his entire face. My fingers were burning as they ran over his face, his eyes, nose, cheeks, and finally into an open mouth that licked every drop off of my fingers. I pulled the dildo out and he gasped during the last few inches. A pocket of air burst out and lube dripped from the opening that was still open.

With the dildo in one hand, I took several fingers and slid them inside Christian. The hole re-opened and closed as I took the remaining fingers and slid them inside of him. With only my thumb free, I gripped Christian with the fingers that were inside of him and putting pressure on the free thumb, clamped down and flipped Christian over. One of his legs were draped over the end of the couch, while the other wrapped around the back of the sofa. With my fingers still inside of him, I took my thumb and pushed it inside. I bent forward and put Christian's dripping penis in my mouth and the taste of salt filled me, sending waves of pleasure all the way down to the part of me that was now growing in both length and thickness. A thin stream of my own was forming below me on the sofa and as Christian's cock disappeared down my throat, my hand continued pushing inside. At one point, I could feel Christian's penis at the entrance to my throat and I closed my eyes, imagining the thin stream that he had created on the sofa now running into me. The muscles of my throat closed in pleasure and I could hear him gasp again as I experienced something new for the first time - my hand disappearing inside of him with a soft pop that I felt but couldn't hear.

Now, I pulled Christian out of my mouth and as his cock smacked against his stomach, I swept around and smeared pre-cum over his face with my head before letting it slide into his mouth. I pulled it out and began smacking him across the face with it, a loud smacking noise echoing over and over again. At one point, I smacked it very hard across the side of his face and without saying so, I think I might have gone overboard. To compensate, I leaned forward and grabbed his cock, shoving it into my mouth and down my throat. Now I could feel my own cock disappearing and without warning, my hand slid even further inside of him. The tight warmth that enveloped my fingers felt incredible and with one of my fingers, I began sweeping around the inside. I looked over and grabbed the dildo that I had thrown back on the table, marveling at how clean it was considering where it had been. I pulled myself out of Christian's mouth and I began tickling Christian's face with the dildo. Something about it drove him completely wild and without warning, he took the dildo and began licking the head. Seconds later, it disappeared into his mouth and the sight of wet, red lips swallowing something that had been buried deep inside of him only minutes before drove me crazy. I was turned on but I was also jealous. I pulled the dildo out of his mouth and threw it to the floor.

I reached over and we took a long pull from the bottle of poppers. I stared at him while he lay helpless on the sofa and as the rush began, I pulled my hand out slowly until I could feel the tip of my middle finger sliding out of a soft, wide opening. He gasped and I grabbed his ankles, pulled his legs apart, and shoved myself inside of him. He was stroking himself and I suddenly pulled out and shoved my other hand inside of him. I began stroking myself with my right hand as I stood over him and he reached over to take one last pull. We shared the rush and as my hand drove itself in deeper, I could feel him squeezing tighter. Everything was squeezing tighter and probably before he even knew it, or maybe at the same exact moment, I could feel the familiar pulsing, muscles deep inside of him that were pushing a tidal wave forward. I could feel myself about to explode and I drove my hand in even deeper. The spasms were growing in strength and as his hand stroked his penis faster and faster, his back arched, causing my hand to pull in as deep as it could go before the first shot exploded out of him.

I could feel the muscles tighten around my hand and a series of spasms gripped me. Christian shot first, and he must have suspected what was going to happen. I should have remembered from the sight of the silver wall that afternoon. He pointed his cock away from his face and the first shot flew out and landed on the table next to us. The second went past the table and onto the carpet. I began shooting and the first shot went straight into his open mouth. He was still shooting an enormous amount and it was as if the contest my brother and I once had was being replicated- same amounts only with different fluids! His mouth closed and I sprayed a huge amount across his face. One of the shots landed in his eye and he shut them, opening his mouth at the same time. Now he was pointing his cock upwards and as I shot a huge stream into his mouth, I could see it being met with a giant stream of his own. At this point, he was swallowing more of our fluids than the vodka I had poured into him from earlier. He closed his mouth but streams of sticky, white ejaculate covered his lips and rolled from the corners of his mouth and down his cheeks. I pulled my hand out which sent another stream over his chest. I continued shooting and although he had stopped, I sent two more streams over his face and whatever I had inside of me dripped over his stomach and rolled off the side. I looked down and I don't think I could ever get the sight out of my memory. A slender, handsome guy with his legs spread apart, completely naked save for a black silk tie that was swept to the side, bathed in cum from his head to his balls.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some paper towels for Christian. After somewhat cleaning himself off, Christian headed towards the bathroom. He turned to me but before he could say anything, I turned and stared out the window.

Everything had changed and things were different now. The silver wall was a thing of the past. All the running around and chasing. As I stood looking at the window whose blinds were shut, I knew what I wanted. I knew who I wanted and I knew exactly where my next steps were going to take me. I waited for him to turn away and when I heard the door close behind him and the water running from the hotel shower, I shut my eyes. For a second, I could see the curtains from the hospital drawing close, the sound of metal hooks running against a steel pole filled the air in my mind. I turned, grabbed the dildo, poppers, a put them in a black Armani bag that was on the floor. I put my pants back on, tied my shoes, picked up the bag, and walked out the door. The sound of water continued behind me and it was the last thing I heard as I got on the elevator and pressed L. The doors closed softly and a gold reflection of myself appeared. Full red lips of the man that stared back at them. Piercing brown eyes that did not look away. The doors opened and the image, suddenly cut in half, now disappeared entirely from view as I made my way through the lobby.

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